Send Me a Naughty Picture

Sometimes I get asked by men to send images and videos for them to use as “inspiration” as a rule I resist these requests, especially from men I have never met. Sometimes though, I find it enticing to think about what they do while they are watching me.

The message notification sat on his screen, tantalizing him. Even though he was busy it’s contents still wormed their way into the corner of his mind. In moments of idleness, he found himself remembering her body and the sound of her moans as she was pleasured by her husband and himself. The night had been a last-minute thing. There had been an opportunity and he took the chance. No one was disappointed.

All day he tried to focus on his work, but the memory of her body and the taste of her juice kept stealing into his mind. He caught himself sitting idle more than once with his cock hard in his pants. During his lunch break he stole away and sat in the bathroom watching the clip. He had to mute the sound, but the image was enough. Her legs were spread wide her fingers worked over her little knob, the dildo moved in and out, thrusting just the way his cock had done just a week ago. Had it been that long? It seemed like longer.

Later that night when dinner was finished, and he had showered he lay naked in his bed. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of watching her. The clip was short, no more than thirty seconds but it was enough to make his cock rock hard in his hand. He began to stroke himself, gripping his shaft firmly moving his hand slowly up and down as he watched the dildo entering her. It made wet sounds lathered with her juice.

In the background the sounds of her moaning accompanied her finger working her clit. His hand shuffled faster as his arousal increased. He could almost taste her juice on his tongue. He remembered her hand on the back of his head pressing his tongue into her. As he worked her clit with his tongue her body writhed underneath him. Orgasms shuddered through her, and he felt her juice filling her mouth.

He played the video again, this time he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of her moans. His hand shuffled faster, gripping him tighter, the way her pussy had when he fucked her. As she neared her climax the intensity of her voice spurred him on. His arousal had been simmering all day barely held back by the demands of work and ordinary life. Now he let it flow through him. His hand shuffled up and down his cock following the familiar patterns of his arousal. He felt the intensity building. He held it back as long as he could, but the pressure became insistent.

One last time he hit repeat and lay back, listening to the soundtrack of her climax. His own climax built in time with hers. Heat and pressure building at the base of his cock. His balls contracted adding to the pressure. His breathing was hot and heavy ending in a small moan. In the background he heard her tone change. Deep guttural moans accompanied by a soft grunt. This time he didn’t hold back. His own orgasm pulsated out of him in hot waves. White liquid squirted out of the end of his cock covering his hand and hitting his chest. His body arched off the bed before the second jet released covering his hand with more of his jizz.

For long moments he lay, panting, his hand relaxed around his cock. A sheen of sweat covered his body before the chill of the air conditioning dried it. After shocks coursed through him and a final small dribble of jizz trickled out. The warmth of his orgasm filled his body from his toes to the top of his head. He took one last look at the final frame of the video. She lay with the dildo resting against her thigh, her hand resting on her sweet mound. If he listened carefully, he knew he would hear her heavy breathing just like his own. For moment it was like they were in the same room.

He may have dozed a little he was not sure. Long moments later he roused himself and moved to the bathroom to clean himself before carefully saving the clip and sliding into his bed. Sleep came quickly, with it came dreams filled with pussy and jizz.

Wicked Wednesday

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 5

Welcome to another edition of Thirty Dirty Questions. The question today is:

What are your thoughts about porn?

Porn is strange. I never really was into it. A lot of women aren’t really, I think. Maybe I am wrong. Anytime I have watched a porno it has left me feeling meh. There are many things about them that I don’t like; The women are totally fake, fake boobs, fake eyelashes, fake tan, fake nails. Fake. I hate that in a woman. The men are weird. They are just taxis for their enormous penises. They have no other feature that makes them desirable.

The scenarios are also so contrived that I really don’t understand why the makers of porn movies try to make a scenario up. Their audience is not really interested in how Monica came to be naked with the guy who came to fix her washing machine. They just want to watch Monica get banged good and proper by the impossibly good looking plumber, preferably in the arse.

Plumber guy is always the best model of the universe. And he ran all the way, so of course he’s a little sweaty.
I don’t know any plumbers that look like this!

For men porn is a staple of their adolescent sexuality. Some men never grow out of it. I have noticed in the circle of people I hang with that watching the cheap porn that features on sex shop shelves is becoming less and less popular. These men are more discerning. They want to watch real women. I get asked for pictures of myself regularly. It seems that men find getting a picture from someone they have a connection with is more arousing. I recently asked a man about this and he confirmed the connection makes the image more intimate.

Sometimes I like the feeling of that kind of intimacy. It arouses me to know that a man is masturbating about an image of me if we have been talking a little and I feel a connection. But that connection is rare and somewhat hit and miss. What I DON’T like is when a man messages me and then asks upfront for pictures and videos. Especially if he says something like “I’m really horny today can you send me something to help me out?”

It is likely that he is messaging me while I am in the middle of making dinner or hanging out washing. 99% of the time I am not horny or really in the headspace to get enjoyment out of sending pictures and then hearing about how sexy I am or how he would fuck me. I don’t make a habit of sitting on the couch wondering if there is a man that would like to see a picture of my pussy hanging around. If I do then I will post it on Twitter for multiple people to see. Asking for images simply because they are horny is the same as buying porn. Except that the person they are approaching is not necessarily advertising or selling. To me it seems like they are avoiding the whole buying part and trying to get something for free.

When I became a swinger, I was introduced to the world of live sex. This was raw, and real. The participants were not perfect, although sometimes there was fake boobs and fake eyelashes. There were slip ups, there was wobbly bits and there were sometimes some awkward looking positions but what was attractive is that it was REAL. Watching someone else have sex in the same room as you makes you want to have sex. Maybe with a stranger standing next to you. Once you have had that experience porn will not really cut it.

Overall, I think the world of porn is changing. I think that the internet and dating apps have changed how people want to see porn and how they interact with it. So, in five years’ time things could be completely different again. Whatever the case I will always prefer real people having real sex.

If you have missed the other questions or want to re-read them a full list of questions with links to those answered can be found here

You Can’t Show That!

I was once teaching a year 9 (about 14 – 15-year-old) Religion Class. It may surprise you to know I am actually fully qualified to teach this subject which, at our school, is an academically oriented subject. So, I was teaching this class, we were doing a unit about the Reformation which involved a look at how art was largely controlled by the Church until the Renaissance which in some ways triggered the Reformation. I showed this painting as an example of Church influenced art to which a girl called out “You can’t show that it is pornography!” Her reason for thinking it was pornographic; Adam’s penis is visible.

It triggered an interesting discussion, punctuated by the ridiculous behaviour of a bunch of 14 – 15-year-olds who can’t really cope with an open and frank discussion about sex in any setting, let alone a classroom.  I was intrigued by the attitude of my student that nudity = porn. The discussion focussed on the idea that nudity is not always sexual in nature. This painting is an example of this. Man is in fact created naked, clothing is a human contrivance with multiple purposes ranging from, comfort to control.

I can understand why these teenagers think nudity is purely sexual. Many of them grow up being told to cover up so that their nudity is not displayed. The reason for not displaying nudity is purely sexual and related to the ridiculous idea of keeping girls virginal. As teenagers girls display their bodies in suggestive ways to entice boys. This display is often a rebellion against their parents urging them to cover up as younger children.

It was difficult for me to make my point in this class. I was not prepared for this discussion and I was painfully aware of my situation. I teach in a Catholic school; I was in a religion classroom. The topics on my syllabus didn’t even remotely link to explanations about the difference between displaying the human form as art and using nudity for sexual arousal and gratification. And here I was trying to explain this idea using language that was unemotional and formal. In addition, as I was navigating this incredibly awkward situation in a way that would not result in me getting grilled by my principal, I found myself asking the question. Where does art end and porn start?

Dictionary.com defines porn as “sexually explicit videos, photographs, writings or the like, produced to elicit sexual arousal.”

I have read enough to know that many things can elicit sexual arousal in one person while seeming to be completely unsexual to another. In our modern age something like “The Creation of Adam” seems very tame when compared to some of the advertising we see, or the attire that the characters of the latest superhero movie parade around in. But at the time it was painted? Who knows? Perhaps there are some weirdo priests who sit in the Sistine Chapel after hours and gaze upwards with a massive erection.

I have stated before that porn is not really something I peruse. I like reality. Watching people in the flesh have sex is arousing to me. Much more than contrived encounters depicted in standard porno movies. Watching a woman with ridiculous fake nails pretend to enjoy sex with a well-endowed man doesn’t cut it for me. Real people with real flaws pushing past their boundaries and living in the moment are incredibly stimulating. Men that I find attractive masturbating is also stimulating for me. I love the sound of a man cumming. I had a video I took of a friend while I was sucking his cock that I listened to on repeat for months. The sound of his orgasm never failed to cause a throb in my groin. I had, in the spur of the moment, created my own personal porno that was tailored entirely to me and my likings.

I have a friend who likes to see little videos of me when I am playing. He particularly likes to watch my boobs jiggle but any kind of action is welcomed. This man is a FIFO meaning he spends a lot of time in his tiny room alone with his hand. My images have accompanied many a session I am sure. I guess in a way I am his personal porn star. Which is flattering. He is the only man I share this kind of thing with. He is my own personal porn fan. We have only ever met in real life once and never had sex. But you never know what the future holds. For us the line between porn and reality is very blurred.

Where does art end and porn start? I don’t think there is a definitive point. Where does nudity become porn and not art? I don’t think there is a definitive point for that spectrum either. My take home from that situation was that conversations about sex need to become more normal. We need to be more open about sex with teenagers and children. Nudity needs to be debunked. Being nude because it feels good to walk around as we were created is not dirty or illicit. It is natural and normal and it does not always have to be about sex.

This post is part of 4 Thoughts or Fiction prompt #168. Click on the image below to see who else is turned on by Porn

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TMI Tuesday 27 July

  
This week’s questions were put together by recusen. A reasonably typical Tuesday for me. If you want to read about other perople’s days head on over to the TMI site 

1. What did you have for breakfast?

Cornflakes, muslie, low fat youghurt and fresh paw paw (papaya). I really need to eat a good breakfast otherwise things don’t go well for the people around me. Having to deal with a classes of 12 to 14 year olds really requires good mental function and stamina. Not something you can achieve on an empty stomach. 

2. What clothes did you put on?

Black trousers, long sleeved top and black boots. These knickers;

  
I just realised there is a hole in them!!!!

Much to the dissapointment of my students I chose not to wear my bright red fake Dr Martens.

3. What did you have for lunch?

Leftover chicken drumsticks and a ham, cheese and tomato sandwhich. I am trying to eliminate bread from my diet but it is proving a lot harder than I thought it would be. 

4. What about dinner? What did you have? Who cooked it? Who did the dishes?

I had roast beef and gravy with boiled veg, corn on the cob, beans and home grown broccoli. I had a cook a thon  on the weekend and cooked the roast then. Mr Jones put together the veg. I had an information evening at my son’s school and was late home. Normally I cook and he cleans. Last night he cooked and cleaned. He really is very helpful a lot of the time. 

5. Did you, or are you going to, travel today? Where to? Car, bus, train or plane?

My travel consisted of the usual running around. Dropping kids at the bus, taking myself to work, picking said kids up and taking them to their after school function. I was living vicariously through Pet who was undertaking a three day road trip from the Sunshine Coast to Weipa which is a total distance of 2,400 km.

  
6. Did you mail anything? Did you get anything interesting in the mail?

Mail? Who uses mail these days? The only actual mail I get is junk mail. Although I was preparing a pair of knickers to mail to someone. I haven’t actually put them in the envelope yet, does that count? 

7. Did you send or get any interesting email?

I don’t check my personal email that often. Work wise an email was sent around regarding some proposed changes to scheduling for next year which has caused a huge amount of discussion. 

8. Did you text or skype or use messenger, or other internet communications?

A couple of texts from Pet regarding his progress and a couple of Twitter messages regarding sale of knickers pretty standard stuff really. 

9. Did you use the internet for sex, e.g. watch porn?

I actually don’t get a lot of down time in my day usually. With three other adults and two teenagers living in a four bedroom house the opportunity for that kind of privacy is extremely limited. I sometimes get more privacy at my desk in an open plan office than I do at home!!!!

Bonus: Did you get laid today?

See the answer to number 9. Combine that with the exhaustion that comes from being a super mother and a teacher of teenagers and sex is a luxury that is usually reserved for the weekend.