Boys of Summer

Brigit Delaney runs Flash Fiction Friday every week. Last week’s prompt was the following image;

For an added challenge we were invited to include the lyrics of a song into our entry.

I chose a song, wrote my piece (it was more than the 200 word suggested limit) and then went to the world of no internet for about four days. So I missed the deadline. But, lucky you guys, you still get to read it. I hope you enjoy.

“Good morning,” Keith greeted her from behind the coffee machine. “How is my favourite girl today?” Lesley smiled as she donned her apron.

“Looks like another busy day,” she gestured around the café. A week ago the place was packed with holiday makers. Today a few locals wandered in to collect their morning brew on their way to work.

“Well you know how it is.” Keith shrugged, “Everyone wants to go to the beach when it is hot but as soon as the weather turns…”

Lesley made herself a cup of coffee and sat in the corner to read the paper before her shift officially started. In the corner the Jukebox played.

Nobody on the road

Nobody on the beach

Unbidden memories came to her mind of a man she had met a month ago. The locals always made a point of avoiding tourists. Somehow this one had gotten past her defences.

I can see you

Your brown skin shining in the sun

She had noticed him from the moment he walked into the café. Tall, confident. His presence filled the room. Later she watched him playing cricket on the beach with his friends. His skin glistened as he struck the ball. The crotch of her swimsuit was damp, and not just from sweat.

I never will forget those nights

I wonder if it was a dream

Later that night he walked into the bar where she sat with her friends. Their eyes met and suddenly he was beside her, buying a drink. The rest of the night was a blur of cocktails, dancing, flirting and fucking in the alley outside the bar.

Remember how you made me crazy

Remember how I made you scream

They had spent every night together. She loved to tease him, stroking his cock until he was hard then skipping away out of his reach. He would return the favour by stroking her pussy until she felt the head and warmth building and then leave her hanging, gasping for release. He would hold her wrists together and look into her eyes;

“Wait,” he would say.

Then he would bury his face into her cunt as if he were a man starving. Orgasm after orgasm would shudder through her body until she was pushing his face away, but he would press harder bringing her to climax again and again.

Out on the road today

I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac

A little voice inside my head said

“Don’t look back you can never look back”

Lesley knew what would happen. His holiday would end, he would leave, and she would be a notch on his belt. The chick who filled his bed during his vacation. She knew that he wasn’t losing sleep about her. She had gone out and rekindled a relationship with an ex to try and get him out of her head. “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else”. It was fun and it made her feel a little better until some stupid song made her remember.

The song finished as she drained the last of her coffee. Lesley straightened her apron and got ready to work.

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 9

If you were to “recreate” the early days of your favourite sexy relationship, what would they look like? Would you change anything?

Both Mike from Marriage, Sex and More and Rebel from Rebel’s Notes commented to me that they found Question 8 challenging. I must admit that I felt the same way, but I was more challenged by this question. When I reflected about my potential answers, I realised that my favourite sexy relationship is often the most recent. I think it is human nature to want what you cannot have rather than appreciate what is easily available. And so, when a sexual partner becomes unavailable the amount of pleasure you remember having with them is increased.

This was definitely the case with Pet. For a long time after he departed from my life, I was always looking back at what we had and hoping to find someone equal to him. While we did some amazing stuff, and I had a very enjoyable time over quite a long period if I was honest there were times that were not perfect. Particularly towards the end of our time together I knew it was winding down and becoming routine. I remember thinking after one encounter that our relationship was reaching the end of its shelf life. Yet when he pulled the pin unexpectedly with no explanation it was suddenly the best sexy relationship ever had.

Pet loved wearing my knickers and I loved seeing him in them.

The same sort of thing happened with JB. I absolutely loved being part of his awakening and giving him the opportunity to experience things he had only fantasised about for so long. He was a very caring and generous lover. But again, after a time I knew my attention was going to wane and again he withdrew unexpectedly and suddenly, and I was left feeling like I had been deprived.

As time goes by and new people enter your life the old people who have departed fade into the background. The same applies with sexual relationships. The best sex is the sex you are having now with the person you are with. For me anyway. I know that there is bad sex and I have had plenty of that but somehow, I still feel that connection with the last lover as if they are the best. From a biological point of view, I can understand there is probably some body chemistry that makes you feel this way. It is nature’s way of tricking you into staying with your mate long enough to raise the offspring you are creating.

So, what does all this have to do with the question? Everything and nothing. I guess the short answer is that I don’t have an exact favourite or, rather, they are all favourites. Would I change any of them? Probably not. They have all been experiences and that is what this lifestyle is about for me.

Nude Swimming

This week Brigit chose the theme of Independence in line with US Independence day. In Australia we don’t exactly celebrate a day like this because, well, technically we haven’t severed ties with the mother country yet. Anyway this piece is only loosely associated with theme but I know you will forgive me.

The sun warmed her face as they pulled into the bay. Everything looked perfect; clear water, white sand, the soft sound of waves washing gently on shore. She was impatient as they anchored. The water beckoned. As soon as the chain was down and things settled she stripped away her clothing. Sunscreen and other mundane things flew out of her mind. Nothing mattered except the feel of the cool, clear water on her skin.

It was everything she expected. A feeling of complete freedom as the sea caressed her naked body. With long lazy strokes she struck out for the huge granite boulders that lined one side of the bay. Before she reached them she saw him standing on top of one of the rocks. His body outlined against the sunshine. She watched as he launched, arching in a perfect dive to cleave the water.

Unexpectedly he surfaced next to her. Water beaded on his face and shoulders and his deep brown eyes pierced into hers. Neither of them spoke, but she could feel the tension. With small movements she moved closer to him until she was almost touching him.

Then she felt his hand. Sliding between her thighs, pressing into her slit. The whole time his eyes bored into hers. Her fingers clenched his shoulder as his penetrated her. Teasing out her desire. She felt his cock against her leg. Hot in the coolness of the water. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands gripped her hips as he guided his cock into her.

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Morning Glory

I am a morning sex person. There is something about the freshness of morning that makes sex natural free and unencumbered before the events of the day create baggage.

I woke up and spooned Mr Jones for a while as my hand wrapped around his cock. While he wasn’t entirely hard he soon was. Then he was awake. We fucked for a while and then I decided to get out of bed. Not before he asked me to lie on his chest.

Not a bad view to wake up to.

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TMI Tuesday – A Wet Afternoon

It is a wet and windy afternoon here in cruising yacht paradise and not the fun kind of wet. It has been four days since I set foot on land and about six since I had an in-person conversation with someone other than Mr Jones. Cabin fever may have some influence on my answers.

1. What’s the most stressful thing in your life right now

Apart from the aforementioned weather the announcement today that our delightful premier has announced a three day lockdown for the city that we are planning to visit in three days. Fingers crossed that it doesn’t get extended. Fingers also crossed that our friend who is meeting us there is able to travel from his city which is also part of the lockdown.

2. True or False. The best way to get over an ex is to get under someone new.

You know it has been so long since I have had an ex as such that I really don’t know. Getting under someone new is always fun though.

3. Is rebound sex empowering or does it leave you feeling lonelier?

Sex for the benefit of someone other than yourself is never going to end well. Whether it is to make the person you are having sex with happy or to make another person jealous it is never going to end well. The only way sex is empowering is if you are doing it for yourself on your terms.

4. Would you rather watch porn every night forever or never watch porn again?

One of my Thirty Dirty Questions discussed my thoughts on porn. You can read about it here. Personally having to watch porn every night forever sounds like torture. I am pretty sure I wouldn’t miss it if I never saw it again.

5. Would you rather go to bed alone forever or share a bed with someone forever?

Well I am married to Mr Jones. He has this thing about wanting to share a bed with me because he thinks it is part of being married. So I guess I am stuck with sharing a bed.

Bonus: You must pick one and explain. Would you rather your mom or your ex set up and run your dating apps?

Anyone except my mother. The further my mother is away from my sex life the better. Really the further she is away from most of my life the better.

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 8

Consider a moment in your life of great sensuality, eroticism or sexuality. Then answer the questions as Mary Oliver does in her poem Gratitude as they apply to that moment.

When I met with Johnny it was always a feast for the senses. He was an accomplished lover and he had a way about him that was very sensual. These questions are focussed around a meeting that we had that was engineered by Mr Jones. I waited for him tied, dressed to Mr Jones’ specifications and blindfolded.

What did you notice?

Every little sound. Every nuance of discomfort. I was very aware of the way my body was placed.

What did you hear?

I heard him coming up the steps, I heard the small sounds of him undressing. The sound of his breathing as he approached me for the first touch.

What did you admire?

His cock. The feel of the pre-cum as he stroked my body with it before he pressed it against my lips. I would never tire of having that glorious organ in my mouth.

What astonished you?

How aroused I was. Even though I was dressed according to another man’s instructions and I was wearing a tail my body was alive. Waiting to be touched.

What would you like to see again?

Johnny, naked, aroused, waiting for me to suck him.

What was most tender?

The way both men held me. Sandwiching my body between theirs. There is something about being held that way by two caring men.

What was most wonderful?

Both men completely comfortable with the situation. Taking their pleasure and giving at the same time.

What did you think was happening?

I didn’t think. The moment was for enjoyment.

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TMI Tuesday – This and that

Another week of big plans and then not posting TMI Tuesday until Friday. Must be the weather. I couldn’t take the questions too seriously

1. What attracts you to a blog–makes you read it again and again or subscribe?

Interesting content that tells me things I didn’t already know. I also like blogs about life even every day life. Some people just have a knack for making their life sound interesting even if consists of walking the dog and making dinner. Reading different people’s perspectives on everyday things is endlessly fascinating for me.

2. Life is short. What do you still need to get done before your life ends?

Sew up all the fabric stored in my closet. I know that sounds like a joke but it isn’t.

3. Which pick up line are you most likely to use? (You must pick one)
a. You’re beautiful/handsome. Can I tell you that again next Saturday over dinner? Nope! Why wait until Saturday? Why dinner? Such a cliché.

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Although if someone went to THIS much effort….


b. Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears! Really? Like anyone would fall for that.


c. If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I would be holding a galaxy. Look if you are seeing this person that many times a day and you have to use a pick up line there is some serious stalking happening.


d. I would say God bless you, but it looks like he already did. The only time God should come into it is when someone is having the life fucked out of them.

4. What makes you feel truly loved?

When the person notices little stuff and reacts accordingly. Like knowing how you like your tea or, conversely, knowing how to lick your pussy…

No wait. That just makes me horny.

5. What emotion do you experience the most?

I was on a roll and this post was happening until I got to this question. Until a couple of weeks ago my predominant emotion was anxiety. These days it is excitement. When I get home and have to go back to work? Wishing I was somewhere else no doubt.

Bonus: In the word ‘scent’, which letter is silent? S or C?

Lisa mailed a pair of her panties to Johnny. When he opened the package the scent of them was intoxicating.

Johnny doesn’t care which letter is silent or if it is scent or sent. He wrapped those panties around his cock and wanked himself silly.

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TMI Tuesday – What’s in a Name

I started writing this on Tuesday but other things seemed to get in the way.

1. You have started your own sex themed business. What is the name of your business? What is your specialty service or product? BONUS: In one or two sentences, what is your business’s slogan or motto?

The Lunchtime Quickie Den. So this is a variation on the Love hotels you can find in Japan and some other parts of the world. Basically you can head on down in your lunchbreak and either engage in a prearranged rendezvous with someone you know or find someone else who is at a loose end.

Bed, condoms, lube and a shower for rinsing off afterwards all part of the service!

Bonus: Thank you please come again!

2. You have to write a 10-word message to the man/woman of your dreams, what would you say?

You, me, a yacht, a short skirt and a hoodie.

I can’t believe that I wrote exactly what Mr Jones would want and it was 10 words!

I may have already posted this one but it fits the description

*3. What’s the word or string of words your partner can say to you that sends you over the edge the quickest?

When I am fucking talking is often distracting for me. I don’t have a trigger word or phrase. However Johnny had this facial expression that he would pull that would trigger an instant orgasm. Recently I had an encounter with a very sexy Italian man who pulled the same expression with the same result!

4. What is the nickname of your partner’s pussy or dick? Did you name it or was it already called that.

Not something I ever did or thought of.

5. What would you call yourself if you could choose your own name?

This seems to surprise a lot of people but Gemma and Mrs Jones are not my real names. So I already have chosen my name and I like it. It rolls off the tongue and it isn’t completely outlandish. Even though it isn’t my legal name I am very used to using it and will respond when someone yells it out across a room.

*Question submitted by Kirsti formerly of the Drenched and Delicious blog.

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Nothing Matters

This is my first attempt in the “Flash Fiction” genre. Normally my writing ferments a little and I don’t like to post as soon as I have typed the last word. Although I have had the experience of stories falling out of me from seemingly nowhere before. In any case I hope you enjoy my first effort.

Brigit Delaney gave the following image as the prompt

The asphalt is hard. All around is noise. Police, protesters, tear gas cannisters, shouting, rubber bullets being fired. It feels like the end of the world. Then he kisses me. I feel as if time has stopped. Suddenly nothing matters except his body on mine. His hand pushing aside my panties. His breath in my ear drowns out the chaos. I look into his eyes as his fingers probe into me, stroking my wetness, spreading it over my throbbing clit.

Somehow his cock is pressing against my opening, demanding entry. I cannot deny him. Right there on the street he fucks me. Hard intense strokes. My body rises to meet him. I feel him building and I am right there with him. The earth moves. Nothing matters except us.

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Imbalance in Internet Dating

As a person in an open relationship who is actively seeking partners I spend a lot of time dating. I don’t mean the awkward dinners that are portrayed on “First Dates”. I am talking about the internet style hook – up type dating. I use a website that is specifically for swingers and I avoid mainstream dating websites like Tinder. My main reasoning for that is to protect my privacy and avoid being outed by someone in my professional life. There is a part of me that is curious to see what would happen if I set up a Tinder account but I am not brave enough yet.

The thing with any dating app whether the user is seeking a soulmate or a one night stand it seems that there is a surplus of males and a seemingly tiny number of receptive females. I hear stories from men about meeting women who get inundated with hundreds of messages. So many that it is impossible for them to reply. That has not been my experience. I am almost fifty, I am married and state clearly I am looking for a man who is comfortable being naked in front of my husband. That in itself seems to weed out a lot.

Despite that I do get attention. I could never hope to meet every man that messages me even those that might be attractive to me or interested in similar activities. If I did meet every man that is attractive and interested I would never get out of bed. I have to narrow the field somehow. I have to make some choices and let others fall by the wayside. I can make arbitrary rules like “If you don’t have a picture in your bio” or “If your initial message is full of Text speak like HowRU” then you don’t make the cut. But I still have to talk to a lot of men who are never going to get in my panties, so to speak.

I have posted before about disappointments. About spending the time talking, exchanging pics, building up some attraction and tension, arranging to meet and then…. Crickets. It is at these times I wonder about my selection process. Should I change my criteria? Am I looking in the wrong place? Is there something I missed? Sometimes I nod in recognition of something that did raise itself but I ignored because he looked hot / I was busy / I was horny etc. Sometimes I am mystified. Sometimes it is the universe saving me from myself. Sometimes I meet some amazing people, like Johnny.

Of late I am with Mr Jones 24 / 7. He sees everything I do which is something he didn’t at home. He doesn’t have a problem with it but I think it has been a bit of an eye opener for him. We have had more open conversations about what each other is wanting / needing. It has been a time of growth for both of us. He has a better understanding of some of my frustrations and the process of making things happen. A lot of times with our lifestyle we discuss an idea and then it happens with little legwork from him. He very rarely puts in the work of building a connection and discussing possibilities with anyone except me.

For me I have a better grip on what he wants but also on how he feels about what I do. The monogamy habit still overshadows things for me sometimes. There is often a lurking fear that I will hurt Mr Jones or damage our relationship. Spending this time with him and discussing different scenarios has helped me to see that he is truly fine with most things as long as he is confident that I am taking him into consideration. I am “allowed” to be slutty and impulsive and have sex with someone I ran into without protracted negotiation and consent from him. He likes the idea of something like that happening and finding out about it later. It is something I am getting used to. I am not quite ready to do something like that but I guess the time will come.

Like everything in this life things are constantly evolving and changing. There are things that we do now that we would not have done even two years ago. I have no doubt there will be other things that we will add to our repertoire over time and still others that will be struck off the list. It is all a question of balance really.

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