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Isn’t it Ironic 

A few days ago I found myself trying to explain irony to a student. It is a difficult concept to convey because most explanations I came up with sounded like a definition of sarcasm. My favourite concept especially in the adult ‘Gemma’ world is juxtaposition – putting something unexpected and clashing in an otherwise serene or normal situation. Irony is something like the poor cousin to juxtaposition – an unexpected event that is something you were trying to avoid. Or something like that. This ramble started because I was reflecting on a rather ironic situation that has come to light for me. Pet’s wife has always had concerns about his relationship with me. Mr Jones has similar concerns although he doesn’t seem to be as neurotic about it as Mrs Pet. Recently, not because of me I am sure, Pet and his wife have separated. I have watched these events unfold through a tiny peephole from a very great distance and I am not privy to any but the most basic of information. This is really how it should be. His relationship with his wife is none of my business and I have learned from bitter experience that being the friend that holds the hand of a lover going through a breakup can lead to all kinds of painful consequences. So I have listened with a sympathetic ear but made it abundantly clear that I am not interested in any torrid details. 

This has had the effect of Pet and I drifting apart. He is, of course, very distressed by this twist in his life and the time he had for fun and sexy times is now taken up by having to deal with separation of things and making living arrangements. Due to his job he is probably going to end up living in North Queensland which is a very long way from me. Essentially, in my mind at least, that intensely sexy, fun filled relationship has come to an end. Ironic because now that it is no longer a concern of Mrs Pet the relationship is no longer. 

Maybe in the future they will find a way to rekindle their marriage. I have no idea. It is not my business to consider or worry about. I am saddened by this change in my own life. For a time things worked well for me and I was very happy in my relationship with Pet and Mr Jones. I even allowed myself the luxury of fantasising about having two husbands. But it seems that this fantasy is not to be. Maybe it is an impossible dream.

TMI Tuesday – All Kinds of Yumminess

This week’s questions are so delicious! I know you won’t be able to stop at just one so go ahead, indulge yourself and uncover some secrets at the TMI page 

  
1. Have you ever had an orgasm at work? How? Tell us the circumstances.

I thought long and hard about this one but I am relatively certain that the answer is no. Which, given the headspace I am in right at this moment, I am a little sad about. It is very unlikely that I will ever engage in sexual exploits at my current employment because that kind of thing is very, very inappropriate. Believe me when I say I ame the furtherest thing from the fun police you will ever find but there are some lines that should never be crossed and that is one of them. 

2. Do you ever fantasize about your significant other while you are at work?

Absolutely! And of course other people, especially Pet. Although there are days when I don’t have time or the inclination to think about anything not work related. When I first started teaching I was determined to keep my Gemma life very separated. Once I walked through the school gate I refused to even message people. These days I have become a little more relaxed and the boundaries have moved a little. But everything is firmly in my head and has a much lower priority. 

3. How old was the oldest person with whom you’ve had sex.

I am not sure of exact ages of everyone I have had sex with but I am relatively certain that I have not had sex with someone who is in their sixties. I think the oldest would be late fifties. I know a lot of men are very worried about their age. In the on line dating swingers world there seems to be this barrier around the 40 mark. The cut off age for some parties is 40 along with the cut off age for a lot of profiles. There is also this idea that younger men are more desirable. I have been approached by younger men but in all honesty they are often too high maintenance for me. I find men like Mr Jones and Pet who are both well past 40 to be much more respectful and sensitive to what makes me tick. 

Note to self; I need to change my dating profile to extend my upper age acceptance level.


4. Have you ever fallen asleep during sex?

No! If I am that tired I usually excuse myself and go to sleep before things get too serious. If things are that boring I do the same thing. I think telling someone that it isn’t working for you may be hard but it is definitely going to hurt their feelings much less than if you start snoring right before they execute thier master move! 


5. Have you ever cross-dressed or worn undergarments of the opposite sex?

No not really. It isn’t something I have ever thought of doing or been asked to do. I haven written on these pages before about Pet’s predeliction for wearing women’s underwear. Especially ones that belong to women he actually fucks. He has told me that most women are not receptive to his particular kink which I think is kind of sad. Mostly because making someone feel like they are weird for being the way they are is very selfish. 

Secondly I personally find watching someone enjoy themselves extremely sexy. Or maybe I just love the sight of a man’s cock covered in slinky, lacy fabric. Mmmmmmm.

  
Bonus: You have the power to banish one person from earth, who would you banish?

For me this one was a bit of a no brainer. Sadly it would be my mother. Already I can see a lot of you thinking “My Mum is the most important person in the world to me. How could you even consider banishing your mother?” 

Believe me I would love to have the kind of mother that is the first person I call up when I have a problem or need help with something but sadly my mother is not one of those people. Instead she is a very controlling and manipulative person. Her primary method of controlling people is by guilt which has caused me endless heartache in my life. It has taken me the best part of 40 years to learn how to deal with this but I have noticed recently that even a phone call to my mother can trigger my depression. Earlier in the week I had to call her to tell her that I wouldn’t be coming to visit as I had previously planned because of work and family commitments. Her response of the abandoned parent almost instantly triggered that old feeling of being so tired all I could manage to do is hibernate in my bed with the blanket over my head. 

So yes. Not having her in my life would be all kinds of wonderful. 

TMI Tuesday – Better Late Than Never

Due to life in general the TMI questions were posted a little late this week but I like the questions and so you are having an end of the week treat.

2015/01/img_0349.png 1. I am in need of an intervention for my obsession with _____ . The Facebook game Hey Day. At the start of the Christmas school holidays my children started me playing the game with them and I became addicted. The children have moved on to other interests now but Mr Jones and I are still obsessed.

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2. You are being auctioned off. What is your unique selling point? Rather than blow my own trumpet I decided to ask Pet for his input on this one as he insists I am one of the most interesting people I know. His answer; “Your enquiring mind and willingness to try new things” So make an offer

3. On a scale of 1-5 how many stars did your mom or dad give your current significant other or your favorite, longest lasting love? (1 is bad, 5 is great) When I first met Mr Jones our relationship progressed quite quickly. We were married within about two years of meeting and I was seven months pregnant on my first wedding anniversary. When we announced our engagement my mother actually tried to talk me out of it!! So I would say their rating at that time was around 1. Seventeen years later their view has changed somewhat. I wouldn’t say they would give him a solid five but he would easily achieve a 3.5 or 4.

4. Most of the meals I eat are: a. Cooked in a microwave b. Cooked in the oven/stove c. Made by someone else Absolutely unequivocally b.! I wouldn’t say I am a food nazi by any means but I am passionate about eating vegetables and try to include them in most meals. I also believe in having a good understanding of where your food comes from and so I like to eat foods that are made completely from scratch this includes, tomato sauce, pasta, jams, pastry and ice cream.

5. When work and life stress me out, nothing relieves the tension like _____ . A good long session of sexual play involving lots of oral sex and penetration in several different positions. Including a few kinks such as spanking and hair pulling also helps.

Bonus: Write and answer your own bonus question. Again with this one I enlisted the help of Pet. His question was; “What is top on your Fucket List of Things to Try?” This is a hard question for me, I don’t have a very long fucket list. As I explained to someone recently I am a very spur of the moment person and I tend to get excited about trying something but if it can’t be engineered relatively quickly I tend to lose interest. However I do have things in my mind that I want to do and the most pressing of these include;

  • Exploring rope play a little more with Mr Jones
  • Exploring rope play on men a little more in general. I am interested in using rope to increase pleasure for a man by stimulating pressure points etc but it is difficult to find images or information. Most of the information out there is based around men tying women.
  • Lastly I am investigating different implements and building up ways to make Pet’s arse nice and pink because I have developed a fascination for that. We are taking it slowly because we are both new at it and he needs to build up his tolerance and I need to build up my dominance but we are both definitely enjoying the journey.

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Wicked Wednesday

Good Morning and Happy Christmas to you all! As a little gift to you I have posted a continuation from Last week’s entry “Shave”. It is only short but I know you will enjoy it.

As always make sure you click the button above to visit the Wicked Wednesday page and check out more Wickedness.

Howard waited, face down on the bed, his nylon covered ass in the air, quivering with anticipation. Every nerve in his body was on edge, every sensation amplified. The touch of her fingers against his nylon clad buttocks was like a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Slowly and tentatively she began her exploration of him beginning with tracing the edges of the panties with her fingers. Her nails grazed his skin ever so slightly and triggered a memory of those same nails dragging over his back as he fucked her. Sneakily her finger slipped under the elastic wriggling between the fabric and the skin. Her hot breath and the sound of her breathing made him aware of how closely she was studying him, he wanted desperately to see her cunt again so that he could watch it swell with her arousal and study the moisture collecting.

Pink nylon tightened around his balls as she slid the elastic of the panties back to display his bare butt cheek, jolting him back to what was happening. Her fingers almost tickled him as they gently played over his ass, touching, exploring and kneading his butt cheeks before pulling them open to display his hole covered by the fabric of her panties. Inside his belly he quivered, not knowing what was coming but wanting it all, totally trusting and receptive to whatever she did, impatient for whatever she had in mind but mostly, more aroused that he ever remembered being.

The first sting of her hand against his butt cheek startled him. A gasp of surprise and pleasure / pain jolted through him followed by a shudder as her fingers stroked the area she had just slapped teasing the tingling flesh with kindness and a graze of fingernails. Unbelievably the attention heightened his senses before she slapped him again sending an even more intense sting of pleasure / pain through him. This time she followed it up with several more slaps in quick succession setting his ass momentarily on fire. He groaned into the pillow hungry for more but dreading the sharp sting her hand made as it made contact with his flesh.

Her fingernails dragging across the burning red marks her hand had just made were intense. His body convulsed in sensation he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure or an insane mix of both, all he knew was he wanted more. She moved her attention to the other side of his ass, sliding the elastic across his butt cheek into his ass crack as she had with the first side. This time her exploration was more cursory. Like him she was more interested in the sharp connection of her palm with his bare flesh.

Sounds of bare palm connecting with bare flesh filled the room as she delivered several more slaps sending the temperature of his ass soaring. Gasps of surprise decreased into moans of feeling as the burning descended into pleasant tingling. He waited, bracing himself wondering what might be coming next. He knew she had more implements resting on the bed beside him, some of them she had used before but like him this was all new to her she was still feeling her way.

As always she surprised him. She ignored the implements she had laid out and continued with her exploration. Gently she pulled aside the knickers and spread his legs apart further. His cock was pushed into the mattress momentarily taking his attention away from her exploring fingers, tentatively she touched his butt hole. Her fingernails traced around the outline before she dipped into it slightly, testing his resistance. Every ounce of his concentration was focussed on her attention. He was aware of every detail of sensation from the slight scrape of her fingernails to the warm waft of her breath against his skin. She continued to explore further down his crack, pressing gently against the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Involuntarily he gave a little groan as she pressed against his prostate. Impossibly his cock grew harder and the pleasure shuddered through him sending a muffled groan out of his mouth. Every fibre of his body was straining towards his butt hole waiting, wanting, aching for her to enter him to stretch him open and fill him in a way that no woman ever had.

Shave

Wicked Wednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Body Hair”. I have made a commitment to myself that I would only use the prompt to write erotica and so it took me a while to come up with something that fitted with the prompt. I think I missed the deadline for inclusion in the link list but that doesn’t matter, you all get to enjoy some word porn anyway.

Of course as usual you can always check out the variety of entries by visiting the Wicked Wednesday page.

Gravel crunched under Howard’s feet as he walked up the small pathway to her back door. It can’t have been more than a dozen steps from where he parked his bike to the doorway but it seemed like a journey of a million miles. When he reached the back door he stood silently for a moment. Anticipation of the hours he was about to experience warred with nerves. Possible scenarios of failure crowded into his mind; What if his cock didn’t work? What if he couldn’t pleasure her? What if he tripped and fell through the back door?

He could see her through the glass sliding door, moving around in the kitchen. She was dressed in house clothes, nothing special, but that didn’t matter, she could have been dressed in a flour sack for all he cared, the thing that enticed him the most was her mind, and those eyes.

Nervously he fumbled with the zipper on his jacket slipping it down over his arms. She had instructed him to be undressed when he entered her house. He intended to follow her instructions. As he slipped his t-shirt over his head she turned and looked at him. Instantly his cock hardened almost uncomfortably against his jeans.

“Hello,” he was surprised that his voice sounded almost normal.

“Hello,” she replied quietly, leaning against the door frame. Her eyes travelled over his body, drawing him in. Nothing could make him leave now, no matter how nervous he was. He continued to undress as she watched him, placing his clothing neatly over the chair that was positioned near the back door. When he was fully naked she moved away from the doorway, gesturing for him to enter.

She moved over to the jug in the corner and busied herself making coffee. They made small talk as the jug boiled. He was acutely conscious of his nudity and her being fully clothed but somehow he didn’t feel uncomfortable. As she poured as she poured boiling water into his cup and added the right amount of sugar and milk it It was strange her serving him in this way, even though they were in her house, he was here to do her bidding and yet right now she was serving him.

He took the cup from her and sipped it gladly, it had been a long morning. Finally the nerves began to ease away from him and he could feel the sexual tension building in him. Without speaking she began to remove her clothing. Her shorts fell to the floor revealing the garment he always anticipated the most, her knickers. Today they were pink and sheer, showing the hair on her mound underneath. The urge to kneel in front of her and bury his face in her crotch was almost overwhelming but something in her eyes warned him to remain where he was.

“You are not allowed to touch,” she warned.

“OK then,” he responded wondering how he was going to be able to obey her rules. The thought completely left his mind as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her knees.

“You are to wear these,” she instructed, holding them out to him. His heart raced, almost thumping out of his chest as he took the scrap of pink fabric from her. He could not resist pressing them to his face and inhaling her aroma. His cock stiffened between his thighs as he slipped the garment over his legs and up over his ass. He couldn’t stretch the nylon over his hardened cock but it was the most enticing thing he had ever felt, his cock was so hard it was almost painful.

“You can see I haven’t shaved,” she indicated the hair covering her mound. While it wasn’t fully grown he could tell it had been a long time since she had shaved or waxed.

“Ok,” he replied, a little unsure of what she wanted. She turned and walked towards the bathroom without a comment. With a tingle of nerves starting again he followed her.

A yellow razor was set out on the sink of the bathroom. Howard reached forward to pick it up.

“You are to watch,” she instructed.

Unable to resist any more Howard reached out to fondle her mound,

“You may not touch,” she reiterated as she picked up the razor and placed her foot on the sink.

“Do you mind if I sit here so I can get a better view?” He asked respectfully, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t say no.

“For the first time she allowed herself to smile, “of course.”

He sank to the floor so that he could look up at her pink, glistening cunt that was opened like a flower just above his head. The aroma of her arousal drifted down to him, reminding him of the garment that was covering his cock. Above his face the razor moved in long slow strokes over her mound. Gradually the hair fell away leaving behind smooth, freshly shaved skin. He held his breath as the razor passed closely to her clit, for a moment he was afraid she would cut herself but she smiled beguilingly as she moved the blade away from the danger zone.

When she was finished she placed the razor on the bench and rubbed her fingers over the smooth skin. Teasingly she dipped her fingers into her glistening cunt and raised them to her lips. Howard craved a taste of her sweet juices but he was afraid to ask. Eventually his desire got the better of him,

“Please Miss,” he asked politely, “May I have a taste?”

Like a benevolent parent she obliged, dipping her fingers deep inside herself and stroking the wetness around her fold before placing them onto his lips. A smile played around her mouth as she traced her juices onto his lips before inserting her finger into his mouth.

The taste did nothing to ease his hunger, instead it made him want her cunt even more.

But she had other ideas. Taking her foot down from the sink she led him over to the bed where she bent him over the edge. The nylon of her panties stretched over his ass as he bent against the mattress exposing his buttocks to her, waiting impatiently.

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My New Pet

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I have a LOT of pets; cats, chickens, ducks, geese, budgies, fish, kids, a husband….. I am frequently having to tell my children “no more animals” but when you are at the Produce buying food for your menagerie these baby fluffy things look at you and then somehow they find their way into your car and your heart. You know how it goes.

Pet was a little bit like that. I met him at a party a couple of years ago. At the time things didn’t really pan out but recently we bumped into each other again and one thing led to another….. You know how it goes. After we dealt with the sexual energy that had built up and scratched an itch that had been two years in the scratching we had a chat about what we were interested in exploring. He told me that what he really wanted was to be a pet to some nice mistress.

I have toyed with the idea of being a “Miss” before. I have written some stories about it, look for “Declan and Mrs Smythe” on Erotic Adventures I promise to post some excerpts over the summer. But somehow it scared me a little. I didn’t have the confidence in my ability to dominate someone in the way that you read about in all the D/s stuff on the net. Added to that I wasn’t sure I wanted to punish the way Dommes seem to.

Pet is a very persuasive kind of person. In fact he isn’t the kind of guy that I would have expected would take very well to being given instructions or having restrictions placed on him. I was surprised at his request and very hesitant. The purist in me felt as if he wasn’t really going to be a submissive because even though I was playing the dominant role it was under his direction….. Yeh I have issues with overthinking.

And so here I was naked with this guy who had just fucked me senseless in a way that I hadn’t been for far too long who was literally begging me to let him be my pet because he just wanted to please his Miss. The closest analogy I can come up with is that he reminded me of a puppy, all excited and jumping around . Like the cute fluffy goslings at the produce store I couldn’t say no to his to him. Now I find myself with Pet.

This whole thing is new and both of us are making it up as we go. It is not a complete D/s relationship which suits me fine but all in all he is a very well behaved pet. He has some very sensual kinks. Unlike a lot of men he is very interested in touch, feel and sensual pleasure. The part where he sticks his dick into a hole is secondary for him. His interest in underwear and how it feels, smells and looks is something which a lot of people find a bit confronting. For me I have to say as a younger person I would have reacted the same way. But now it is proving to be extremely sexy. There is something very sensual about the feel of silky fabric against your skin. There is something even sexier about seeing and feeling it on someone else especially when you have just instructed them to put it on.

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There are many things about this man that are opening my eyes to the possibilities but something that springs to mind almost every time I think of him is the re-discovery of how sensual a bare handed spanking can be. I have always enjoyed a good spank during play but often men are hesitant to spank because they are afraid to hurt. Or they hurt, and not in a good way. There is an art to delivering a good spanking. I am learning that the pleasure is not just in receiving but also in giving. Something about the contact of two skin surfaces is so very sexy. Right here right now I would say without hesitation that bare handed spanking is on my top ten list of pleasures.

Despite my original misgivings, as I just described, I am starting to enjoy giving instructions and coming up with activities for Pet. The pure sensuality of pushing boundaries and observing his pleasure is liberating in a way I find hard to describe. In some ways it is like playing Barbies in a very grown up way. I get to dress him, and put him in whatever position pleases me. I am very much looking forward to more sessions of using him as my personal fuck toy.