Panties to the Side

It is prompt week. The prompt that Molly has chosen is “Lyrics”. For an added challenge participants are to select a lyric from a song and create an image to go with it. The song I chose is “Standing in the Rain” from the Suicide Squad soundtrack. The lyric is

Slide your panties to the side girl I am coming in.

There is something about this statement that is just so dirty. I love the idea of someone exposing me like that to fuck me. Preferably somewhere public or semi public.

I have purchased a pair of shorts that are short with a loose crotch that are pretty accommodating for this kind of activity. For those that are interested they have been road tested and they do not get in the way of a good fucking. Inspired by the road test Mr. Jones created the following image.

I think they will be a popular piece of boat attire.

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If you want to listen to the whole song here it is

No it isn’t Straight

Mr Jones is particular about getting things straight. Hanging pictures, placing furniture, planting trees. It has to be straight and symmetrical. Sometimes his obsession is a little frustration.

The screen on the camera we use for our outdoor photos is sometimes difficult to see when framing shots so we take a bit of a scatter gun approach. Take lots and delete the really bad ones. When we took this image on the top of a magnificent yellow/ orange sand dune with the sun reflecting off the water below it was a case of point and shoot and hope for the best. When I showed him what I had chosen for this week’s Sinful Sunday he asked “Can you straighten it?”

No Jake Jones I cannot. I like it like this.

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Blending In

We spent the night in a bay of an island we had visited on our way north about four months ago. Like most of the thousands of islands that dot the Queensland coast this one is dominated by Granite and other volcanic rock forms. Once in pre-history they were part of the mainland. Once in the pre-history of THAT they were formed by volcanoes. The science teacher in me is loves to tell people about all that Mr Jones is often bemused by my fascination with rocks.

As we walked on the beach I was attracted to a boulder that looked like a sugar skull. As happens with so many places frequented by people the rock had smaller rocks placed in cavities formed by volcanic gas all those millennia ago (Did I mention that I love rocks?). This decoration is part of what made it look like a sugar skull.

As Mr Jones snapped he commented that I was blending in with the rock. I guess I am at the stage of my journey where I am starting to become part of the landscape.

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The Land of No Pants

Just before we left on our voyage I started chatting with a gentleman. One of the first images of myself that I shared with him was me enjoying the sunshine with just my knickers on. Since that moment “Pants off” has been a thing and we sometimes refer to the yacht as “The Land of No Pants”! As I was flicking through some images I came across this one of Mr Jones enjoying a no pants moment with views of the Whitsunday Passage.

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Whitsunday Lookout

When we read about the prompt for this week’s Sinful Sunday Mr Jones was very excited. With the help of The Second Mate he had recently installed a camera on the mast of the yacht and he was excited to try it out in this setting. Together we created some awesome images. Then there was this incident with a boat ramp and a shopping trolley…. A phone got wet and you know the rest.

A few days after the shopping trolley incident we found this delightful island with a lookout over the Whitsunday Passage. Being the only people around we did what any reasonable people would do.

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Sunbathing Siren

I learned to crotchet and knit as a child. I have been creating things with my hands ever since. When we were preparing for our voyage I found this wool in Spotlight (the crafters heaven). I decided instead of making a simple rug for chilly nights I designed and created a mermaid tail for both myself and Mr Jones (His is green and blue) With the leftover wool I made myself this cute top.

The huge granite boulders on a deserted Magnetic Island beach seemed the perfect place to model them.

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Travelling Boob Blooper

I have posted before about travellingboob. As our voyage as progressed Mr Jones has been as keen to keep up the content as myself. Often he suggests doing a “boob photo” and likes to hold the camera. I think he is starting to get the idea of angles and placement. I am getting better at explaining what is in my mind.

While the images appearing on Twitter look great (in my opinion) there are those that don’t make the cut. Usually because they show a bit of belly. Something I am incredibly self conscious about. Today we went to the beach and took some shots. After explaining my idea to Mr Jones and testing some angles we took some shots. I chose the one I liked the best and tweeted it. As I was reading the Sinful Sunday roundup for this week I was struck by several posts that featured imperfect bodies as they are. I am on a long journey towards accepting my body as it is and then believing people who tell me it is beautiful. I am getting there but I have a way to go.

Inspired by these posts I saw my image today and didn’t cringe completely. That is progress right?

Wanna see who else is sinning this week? Click the lips below

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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.

Find out who else is sinning. Click on the lips!

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Ready and Waiting

When I am at home I ‘entertain’ special friends in a play space that Mr Jones built for me. It is, by necessity, not part of the house that we live in. Since we have been living on the yacht we have not needed a play space as such because it is just us and we can play wherever and whenever we like. Just because it is nice to entertain in a special place we have one of our guest cabins set up as a play space.

To be truthful we have had sex in most parts of the yacht. When we are not in a port or anchorage where there are other yachts around it is perfect. But usually when we have visitors that is not the case. So a more private space is required.

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