Flashback – The Power of Swinging

I posted recently about a nasty comment aimed at me when I dared have an opinion about the wearing of masks and Covid-19. During my mid year break I am spending time sorting through old posts from “Erotic Adventures” days. I came across this post which I think explains a lot about how I found my family when I started swinging.

There is this idea out there that is purported by uninformed people and also sadly by some people in the swinging scene that swinging is really geared for the man.   The general feeling is that most swinging couples are in the game so that the guy can get more sex. Of course these people must be right. Why would a woman want to be able to watch live sex, have multiple partners and express her sexuality freely? A woman is all about flowers, candles, romance, chick flicks and gossip magazines isn’t she?

All of those things are very nice and there are times when they are very important. But REALLY, if that is the best a woman can expect from her sex life, then no wonder there are so many disappointed women out there.  I used to think I was the only woman in the world who liked looking at pictures of naked women in men’s magazines. I most definitely am not. I used to think that only really bad, naughty girls liked to wear short skirts and CFM boots.  I’m not.

Guess what else? I am also not the only woman out there who has a detailed fantasy of being fucked by a bevy of strange men who I have never, will never have a conversation with, go to dinner with or see a movie with

Our culture really rams home the stereotype that women are passive with sex. They are not supposed to enjoy sex or use sex to enjoy themselves. Women who do are ‘not nice’ or worthy as a potential wife or mother. We are not always truly encouraged to know and understand our bodies (there is MUCH more to sex than a vagina and a clitoris) and be confident enough in ourselves to tell our partners what we like.

During the course of my adventures I have learned much about myself; what I like, what I don’t like, where the ‘on’ buttons are and also how to say, “Honey I’m sorry but that is not doing it for me. Why don’t you try this?”

I have learned that sucking cock is not an act of submission; rather it is a gift that is bestowed on someone of my choosing at a time and place of my choosing. And it is a massive turn-on. I have learned that the right clothing can be as much a turn on for me as it is for my viewers. And, there are not enough hot shoes in my wardrobe.

For me this journey has been one of the most liberating things in my life.  I was once one of those wives who thought that sex was a chore that women had to add to the already massive list of things to tick off in their day. But even after I learned that I could enjoy sex with my husband without it being a chore, I was still prudish and afraid that the things that appealed to me were ‘not normal’. I always liked slutty skirts and big boots but had nowhere to wear them.  I always liked flirting but was terrified of where it would lead.

Swinging was the icing on the cake for me. Finally I realised that my ideas were not weird, that there were other women out there who liked the same clothes that I did. I found places where I could wear them, and take them off if the mood took me. Gemma the swinging virgin would never have gotten up in front of a crowd of people and taken a spin on a pole. Now, after a year of lessons, Gemma often gives public and private performances when she feels like it.

This Gemma is confident in her sexuality and comfortable with her body. She knows she has a power in her and the thought turns her on massively.

How Can I Get My Wife To….

I saw a post on Twitter recently from a man who is interested in the nudist lifestyle asking how he can convince his wife to join him at a nudist event. I have heard this question asked in the same way but exchanging the concept of nudism and swinging.

“How can I convince my wife to try swinging? I know she would enjoy it if she would just give it a go.”

I have no answer for this. The nurturing part of me wants to be all encouraging and supportive and talk about encouraging her to try slightly different things. But the response to the above tweet resounded very strongly with me. In essence the respondent said “It is her choice. She is the only one who can decide what she wants.”

When it comes to trying swinging I would say the same thing. It is her choice. If she doesn’t want to do something, who are you to pressure her into something she doesn’t want to do? I find it hard to understand why people get so fixated on convincing their partner to try something they are fundamentally opposed to. Or something they have made very clear they are not comfortable with.

The cynic in me looks at this situation and sees a very selfish person. I see a person who has a fantasy and has decided they can’t live without it despite what their partner wants. They have convinced themselves that they are right and that their wife will enjoy it if she just gives it a try. It seems that these men are not really thinking with their “big brain” but rather with their penis that wants to experience swinging. I would not speculate on their reasons for wanting to explore this fantasy but the cynic in me feels that his reasons are not about seeing his wife have a great time at the hands of multiple other men but rather about his own pleasure.

I have been in the lifestyle for long enough to know that every relationship is different and every situation has nuances that cannot be seen from observation of a few tweets or even in depth conversations. There are at least three sides to every story. One for each of the parties involved and then the actual events. I have also been in the lifestyle long enough that only those with rock solid relationships that are built on solid communication and mutual respect have a good, long lived experience.

My experience tells me that if these men were able to convince their wife to “give it a go” it is unlikely that things will turn out they way they expect. Their wife may very well enjoy the experience but what if they don’t? What if she enjoys it so much that she is completely hooked and will never go back to monogamy but you wish that you had never opened Pandora’s box? Or worse, what if she realises that she has been missing out all this time and then you become like many men in the swing scene, sitting in the corner at the beck and call of the women in the room?

There is a saying, “You should be careful what you wish for. You might end up getting your wish.”

I think that should be the standard response to this question. Wishing for something your partner is not interested in is counter productive. When you find yourself in this situation you really have two choices;

1. Accept her decision, respect it and get on with your life and your marriage.

2. Accept her decision and continue to pursue your fantasy, either by ending the relationship or behind her back. Either way your relationship is doomed. Even if you do wear her down and she agrees it is unlikely to end well. If you cheat she will find out and things will not end well. Ultimately you have to accept and respect her decision.

Posing Nude

When I read this week’s prompt for Food 4 Thought I didn’t think I would have anything to write. I take selfies for thrills and I admire good photography but I do not consider myself a photographer. It is not one of my passions.

Being in front of the lens is something I have a small amount of experience with and I enjoy it. I especially enjoy looking at the results. One of the images that was captured of me was compiled by a play friend I was seeing a few years ago.

I have posted this image before I am sure. I love how powerful I look in the image. I love that my friend took it after we had sex and I was covered with his cum. When I look at this image I see the details that I know he was focussed on,

He loved that he was able to be with a married woman. Whenever I look at this image I see my wedding ring I am not sure if he deliberately included it in the way it is there but to me it seems to be a feature,

I also know that he was very in to women with hairy pussies. At the time I routinely shaved and the timeline of this photography session was aligned with a time when I had let my hair grow out s bit. These days I am less worried about trends and keeping myself the way others want me to be and my pubic hair is routinely longer than in this photo.

Recently I have been talking with a man who is interested in taking nudes and erotic photos. I am kind of hoping that I will be able to acquire an image like this one again, perhaps minus the cum but one that makes me feel so sexy and powerful.

This post is part of Food 4 Thought Friday. #148 – Photography. Please click here and visit some other excellent writers and photographers to check out their stories.

TMI Tuesday – Delayed

This week I was a little reluctant to answer the questions. Even though I can say I have dabbled in BDSM / kink I don’t consider myself a serious practitioner. In the presence of people living in true Ds relationships I feel intimidated. However after reading the answers of a few fellow TMIers namely Pink Seam and Mr A I felt a little more confident. So here goes!

1. In a D/s relationship (dominance and submission) , what do you enjoy most?

I always seem to end up dominating. It is sometimes by choice and I enjoy it. Some recent experiences with JB have proven that to me. I was reminded of the rush I get from marking a man with my teeth during sex and I expanded my toy collection a little by purchasing my first riding crop. I LOVED the sound it made when I used it on his ass.

I have also enjoyed being submissive as well. A long term occasional play friend introduced me to another thing that I find infinitely erotic. He used to hold the back of my head when I was sucking his cock and whisper to me what a good girl I was. Those words were sometimes enough to make me squirt a little.


2. What do you want people to know most about D/s relationships?

I guess, given my opening comments, I would like people to know that it isn’t all extreme pain and shouting. Sometimes like the situations I have described above it is more subtle. Many play situations involve simply teasing the line between pleasure and pain so that it gets a little blurred.

3. For you, does D/s need to have a sadist and masochist component?

Walking the line between pleasure and pain yes, sadism probably not so much. Most of the time it is more about a power play. Allowing someone to have control of your senses and experiences. Which can be more about surprise and maybe doing something that you wouldn’t normally.

4. For you, does BDSM have to involve sex?

As I said earlier I don’t consider myself a practitioner of true BDSM. I am primarily a swinger who likes to include a bit of kinky stuff in my sex. So the answer for me is yes there needs to be sex.

5. If you are in a D/s relationship, why do you need it?

I refuse to introduce any long term every day elements of Ds into my marriage. I consider marriage to be a partnership. Some members of the kink community would argue that there can be Ds and partnership, and they would be right. For me I don’t feel our partnership would work if it were a Ds relationship.

6. If you are not in a D/s relationship, would you like to be? Why?

While I don’t feel that my marriage is a good place for Ds my play friend space is definitely a great place for this to exist. As I explained in Q1. I have explored this dynamic in play friendships before and thoroughly enjoyed it. I look forward to pushing my boundaries more in the future.

Bonus:   What is the relationship between trust and vulnerability?

I think that there is a strong connection. When you trust you become vulnerable. The more you trust, the more vulnerable you are. Some people trust too easily and it gets them into unsafe situations. It would be nice to think that every person who likes to be Dominant had the feelings and safety of their submissive at heart. But sadly that is not the case.

This post is Part of TMI Tuesday. Please take the time to read other posts there.

A Path of Destruction

This post is a continuation of the story of Mr Jones and my journey through the swinging world to the point we are at today. If you want to read the story so far a lot of links and brief descriptions is outlined on The Journey to Now page.

Wes and Sheree’s relationship was far less than perfect. Not long after our double penetration experience it became clear that there was more to things than just a struggle with mental health. It was a long and sordid process but ultimately the two of them split. During the demise of their marriage my feelings for Wes became stronger and stronger. I found myself listening to his feelings about the demise of his marriage and it sucked me in. Despite us telling ourselves we had everything under control we didn’t. Older wiser me can see how he was manipulating things but then I went like a lamb to the slaughter.

In conversations that we have had since these events Mr Jones has been fairly confident in his opinion that Wes was trying to manipulate the situation and steal me away from him. I am not entirely convinced that this was his motivation. I feel that he was just keeping me on a leash to be available if and when he felt he needed a woman to service his sexual needs and to massage his ego. Whatever the case he wasn’t really concerned with my best interests or my marriage.

A series of events had led to me leaving my long term employer and ultimately ending a career that I loved as a Quality Manager for a food manufacturer. This had happened prior to us embarking on our swinging journey but I was still struggling with the fallout of these changes. I had not quite made the decision to become a teacher but the seeds had been sown. Mr Jones and I took advantage of my career break to travel for three months with our children. It was an epic adventure that spawned it’s own blog and inspired a much longer term plan that will be coming to fruition in 2021. It was also a time for us to re-connect with each other.

Wes and I kept in contact the whole time we were travelling mainly through email every week or so. I think Mr Jones was hoping that the absence would sever the tie we had and when we returned we would start afresh.

Unfortunately this was not the case. We returned to our regular life and picked up some things where we left off. Through our emails Wes had told me he was very excited for my return but that he had also met someone else. I was happy that he had found a person to share his journey with as I felt that he needed that. His communication led me to believe that this new person knew about our relationship and was OK with it.

She may have known he had a friend called Gemma who was married and that she was a swinger. She may have known that Wes and Sheree were swingers but she certainly didn’t know how entwined Mr Jones and myself were with Wes and Sheree. She found out during a visit to a swing club when I tried to join them having an intimate moment thinking a threesome or a foursome would be a lot of fun. We were at a swing club after all.

The following morning a received a very blunt message from her accusing me of being a complete slut and how dare I intrude on her relationship without being invited. Her words were nasty and very very hostile. It was a sign of things to come. With his usual charm Wes smoothed things over and manipulated both of us back into our boxes but it was the beginning of the end. His new friend and I pretended to get along but it was all fake. In the end I realised my fantasy of two husbands was not going to work possibly ever and certainly not in this situation. I ended up cutting ties with Wes completely and left him to his messy life. It was hard and painful but ultimately necessary.

One of my lifelong mantras has been “things always work out the way they are meant to” at this time I didn’t feel that things were working out the way they were meant to at all. In all honesty I was just resisting the loss of someone I was very infatuated with and cutting those ties was the only healthy thing I could have done.

The experience left me with some hard learned lessons and led me to put in place a couple of policies about dealing with people that I have kept to this day. One of the first is to avoid infatuation. This is not an easy thing and I have not always been successful at it. Another is to keep out of the workings of other people’s relationships. This has been something that is easier to maintain. “Other people’s relationships are other people’s business” has become something I say frequently when comment arises about the way people interact in their marriage. It is easy to be an armchair commentator but you are never going to know what has come to pass in a relationship as it falls apart. Getting involved even as a sympathetic ear is a bad idea, it will cost you a friendship and your self respect.

TMI Tuesday – Happy New Year

This week’s questions seemed to take me in a trip down memory lane. I enjoyed reminiscing, I hope you enjoy my answers. As alway pleas make sure you visit TMI Tuesday and see what other participants are revealing this week.

1. What is the most useless thing you know how to do?

Make sand castles! In our family we build sand castles at every beach we visit. We have visited many beaches, in every state of Australia and in some Pacific countries. One of the coolest applications of this skill was helping a Japanese exchange student we had visiting us to experience the joy of building a sand castle.

2. Do you use sex to relieve stress? How?

I tend to find that sex when I am stressed is not usually that great. So I don’t tend to go there. I do sometimes masturbate if I am suffering from insomnia. Sometimes it helps me sleep. Sometimes it doesn’t.

3. What sex act or position did not thrill you until you tried it?

I have a bit of OCD about clean hands and skin so having bodily about bodily fluid on me is not something I am very keen on. As a result I was always a bit weird about cum on me. But once, to humour Mr Jones, who has a fetish for cum, I encouraged a man to cum on me while I was fucking Mr Jones. It turns out in the heat and excitement of sex I am actually really turned on by men cumming on my belly and my breasts. I don’t think I will put my hand up for a bukakke party any time soon but a load or two is pretty hot. Just not on my face.

4. What is the most unusual but fun sexual encounter you have had?

Once a very long time ago, in about 2012, I had an encounter with someone I met on the internet. I was very new to meeting people alone and when I agreed to meet this man for coffee I didn’t plan to do anything sexual. Despite this we found ourselves in the change room of the men’s department in a nearby Myers store. If you are interested in the entire story it can be read here.

For the record I am still friends with the man in question and we still reminisce about that spontaneous day.

5. What is something that can happen in the middle of sex that will make you put your pants on and walk out?

Mr Jones have been known to do this on occasion. The thing most likely to trigger this is any kind of conflict between the couple we are with. Sometimes, more often than you realise, couples THINK they are in to swapping partners but then they get into the heat of the moment and they realise that they actually don’t like seeing their partner with their cock in another woman’s mouth or with their hands on an other man’s junk and things get very weird and tense. This is usually about the time we put our pants on and make a hasty retreat.

Bonus: What was a random compliment that someone gave you that really stuck in your memory?

Once we were at a club and we were naked with another couple. A guy who was working at the bar was making his way back from a cigarette break and he stopped in to tell me I had a nice rack. It wasn’t an entirely appropriate intrusion into our play space and he was taking advantage of his employment to invade spaces that should have been kept private but at the time I was less confident in my body than I am now and I was very happy to be told by a random stranger that he enjoyed my breasts.

Bonus bonus a picture of my rack that I too last night

Well Duh

In an insomniac Twitter scrolling session I came across an article published in Psychology Today about the strength of open relationships. The study outlined in the article described some research relating to communication, mutual consent and comfort in different types of relationships ranging from monogamous to open with a couple of categories in between.

The article went on to explain that monogamous and open relationships were high functioning if communication between partners was good. It defined a relationship as partially open or one-sided monogamy if one partner is engaging or wants to engage in extra curricular sex but the other doesn’t. Not surprisingly these relationships did not rate as high functioning. I can’t imagine why. The kicker that made myself and Mr Jones laugh out loud was the concluding paragraphs;

The bottom line of these findings, published in The Journal of Sex Research,

 appears to be that mutual consent, comfort, and communication are crucial ingredients—regardless of the type of open relationship. Lacking those, sex outside the relationship can be felt like a betrayal and can put an enormous strain on the couple. As lead author Rogge pointed out, “Secrecy surrounding sexual activity with others can all too easily become toxic and lead to feelings of neglect, insecurity, rejection, jealousy, and betrayal, even in nonmonogamous relationships.”

The research emphasizes that these are important considerations, not only for people engaging in open relationships but in any relationship that the couple hopes to be sustainable and rewarding, long-term.

Really? Someone needed a study to come to that conclusion? Really? Are people that bad at relationships that they need a psychologist to explain how toxic secrecy is to a relationship?

To be fair the regular Joe has a very limited understanding of how open relationships work. In fact anyone not in MY relationship doesn’t understand how MY open relationship works because they are not part of if. Every relationship is different with different norms, rules, boundaries etc. Being open doesn’t change that. There is an assumption amongst monogamists who make up the overwhelming, self-righteous majority of our culture, that open relationships = open slather. Meaning that if I give consent to non-monogamy then my partner and myself are out there fucking every thing that moves without any consideration for the other person’s safety or feelings.

The writer of this article seemed to plan their study from this perspective. The way the final paragraph is written seems to assume that they were thinking that consenting to sex outside the primary relationship means that these activities are not discussed and that there are no boundaries. Certainly there are non-monogamous relationships that do work this way but as the study pointed out they are not robust and lack of communication is going to ultimately bring everything undone.

Mr Jones and myself can’t understand why these findings are such a revelation to the researchers. If communication is the cornerstone of a conventional relationship why wouldn’t it be the cornerstone of an unconventional one? In my experience communication in non-monogamy is even more critical. There are more feelings being juggled, more than two sets of expectations, more than two sets of emotional needs. It is just more complicated so of course there needs to be more communication.

The mystery and urban myths that surround swinging and non-monogamy are sometimes so laughable. Indeed I think sometimes the members of the vanilla world deserves the somewhat derogatory label of “muggle” that I have heard used to refer to them. I hope that studies like this, however obvious the outcomes seem to be to Mr Jones and myself help to debunk some of these myths.

In this world of accepting the alphabet of sexual orientation we still have a long way to go before we start to accept the idea that monogamy is the vanilla of the relationship spectrum and there are so many other valid flavours to try.

Crossing the Line

It has been a long while since I have added to the story I started as part of the Journey to Now page. During our recent cruise I had a fair bit of down time and I worked on some posts to add to the story. Now back in the land of the living I will hopefully be continuing to complete this. For those who are new to the blog please visit the “Journey to Now” page to catch up on the story.

Mr Jones has always been very clear about emotional ties with our play partners. He likes the friendship aspect of things but he is very much a one woman man. He has never been interested in having more than one romantic relationship. I never really gave the topic much thought but as time went on and we continued our relationship with Sheree and Wes I began to consider the idea of polyamory to something more than just a fantasy. Mr Jones described his feelings about Sheree in this way; “My dick likes having sex with her but I am not really in to her as a person that much.” In the beginning we spent a lot of time together as a foursome. Mostly we swapped partners and occasionally Sheree and I would have girl time together. I had visited Ladies night a few times by this stage and my desire to have sex with women was waning a little. Slowly I was coming to the realisation that what I really liked was cock. Nice, dare I say it, thick above average sized cock.

In contrast to Mr Jones’ feelings about Sheree, Wes and myself began realising that some feelings were beginning to develop between us. It was never really defined and Mr Jones and I seemed to talk about it sometimes but never in a really direct way. Certainly WES and I had several conversations about it. Some were vague and about the idea of polyamory in general, some were more direct and related to managing our feelings and relationship so as not to hire the other stakeholders.

Over Mr Jones and I became aware that all was not well in the Wes and Sheree household. Sheree had several mental health issues which they were quite open with us about but looking back I realise how naive I was about just how much Wes contributed to them and possibly used them as an excuse for some very bad behaviour. In any case circumstances led to Mr Jones engaging in his first experience of playing solo. We had never really discussed it but I had always stated that I was OK with him enjoying himself. Unlike him I was confident that he had no intention of running off with someone else and so I was, and still am, comfortable with him getting enjoyment from any experiences that come his way.

When he came home one day and told me that he and Sheree had taken advantage of a situation and engaged in a hot and heavy tryst in a park I was excited for him. I felt I was a much needed boost to his confidence. For myself I wasn’t particularly interested in solo play with Wes despite my growing feelings for him.

What did grow out of that first foray into playing without their partner in the room for Wes and Sheree was my first MMF. I requested this with some nervousness. I knew that Mr Jones was aware of how I felt about Wes and I had an inkling that he wasn’t entirely happy about what was happening. I guess looking back now he didn’t know how to stop what he may have seen as a runaway train. His confidence in my devotion to him was not as strong as mine in his and to be completely honest I was not as settled in my relationship as I could have been. Some of the issues that plagued our marriage earlier still lingered. At this time I had been forced to resign from my job and ultimately had to turn my back on a career I loved as a result of circumstances that stemmed largely from the trials and tribulations of adjusting to life with children. I felt strongly that this turn of events was due to some failings on Mr Jones’ part and even though I was working towards it I had by no means forgiven him.

In any case I found myself in a bed sandwiched for the first time between two men. Both Mr Jones and Wes had what I regarded as particularly nice cocks. I loved both of them, in my hand, in my mouth and in my pussy. At this time anal sex and I were still not really friends. Neither of my lovers really minded. The evening was an amazing experience for me. A lot of first times for many things happened; first spit roast, first time watching a man suck another’s cock and most importantly first time of double vaginal penetration.

This feat was not planned and was a result of some patience and a lot of communication between Mr Jones and Wes. I doubt very much if it would have been as successful if both me had not been so comfortable with themselves and each other as it required two penises to get into some very close quarters together. As I recall I lay on my side and Mr Jones entered me from behind. Dan had the trickier task of inserting himself into an already full pussy while facing me. It took some adjusting of legs, arms and hips but we achieved the goal. It was one of the most amazing, intimate experiences of my life. My pussy was stretched in the most pleasurable way and my body was pressed between both of the men I desired most in the world. It is something that I will never forget even now after so many different experiences and different men. It would be a very long time before I would experience that level of intimacy again.

Sharing Secrets

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I have been in ‘the lifestyle’ for about 10 years now. I started sharing my experiences through writing in one form or another for about eight, maybe slightly longer. During that time I was always worried about being on the receiving end of some on-line attack  from people who had some kind of moral problem with my sexual choices.

Strangely I have never really had any vilification either on line or in person. Due to my profession I am quite careful about what I share about my extra-curricular activities. People are weird about how they expect teachers to behave in their private lives. That, and people find it incredibly had to understand the concept of minding their own business. Almost as hard as they find accepting that other people don’t make the same relationship choices as they do. Having said that I have always had a lurking doubt that my on-line exploits will one day draw the attention of a troll and I will become the victim of a narrow -minded keyboard warrior.

In the real face to face world I am quite careful about who I discuss my lifestyle with. As  a general rule I don’t share any details unless they have confirmed in some way that they are open to the idea of non-monogamy by expressing a desire to practice it or that they are trustworthy enough that they will not turn on me. I spend a bit of time in the world of pole dance and burlesque. I have been a practitioner of pole fitness for slightly less time than I have been a swinger. I have blogged about it here and I am sure some other posts as well. I have found myself becoming part of a pole studio community that has muddied the waters between my two worlds. It is a weird crossover. Of course you would expect this from people who want to take their clothes off in front of others or explore the conflict between body and gravity, skin and metal that is pole dancing. I have encountered several people who sit somewhere on the spectrum of alternative relationships and they have made me feel more comfortable about myself and my relationships. Those who are still chasing the monogamy dream are usually open minded enough to go with the flow.

In this place where I have made vanilla looking friendships with non-vanilla people and learned volumes about accepting my body as it is I did not expect to encounter judgement. But I did. In spades.

It came from a woman much younger than myself. Someone who has only been learning at this studio for a very short time. I don’t walk around at pole class openly talking about my lifestyle, most of the time. Sometimes though it slips out. When I am there I am as if I am at home. Other class members talk openly about their sex lives or attempts at one and so I feel comfortable to do so myself from time to time. So when I made a full disclosure during one class I was not prepared for a sneak attack. I guess when a member of the class took the opportunity to let me know how she felt, thankfully in private, I was taken by surprise.

I was too stunned to respond. I am still smarting from her words. In the style of a truly judgmental person she shot first and didn’t even bother to ask questions. She didn’t give me the opportunity to respond or to defend myself and quite honestly that was probably a good thing. I don’t think I would have said may constructive things in that moment. I was left to contemplate her comments. She accused me of judging her, not about her relationship choices but some behavior she had done. As is my nature I have spent the last few days considering her statements. I guess I am judgmental and now I find myself second guessing every negative comment. That is a process I will work through but the wash up of her comments on my lifestyle have led to a re-assessment of my approach.

I thought I had found a real world place where I could safely share some information about myself. It turns out I was wrong. This whole experience has left me thinking that the on-line confessional booth that is this blog is the only place I should share.


Although this does not follow the prompt for this week. I have included this post as part of  this week’s Wicked Wednesday group. The prompt for this week is “Astrology” make sure you head on over and see what other bloggers are writing about. 

Saturday Morning

I have some very hard and fast rules about work life balance that some people might find a bit weird but I have found essential for maintaining my sanity. Of late I have not entirely followed them and as expected my sanity has suffered.

One of them is spending Saturday morning in bed as pictured. Bumming about on my iPad. This time is spent reading blogs, browsing social media, playing pointless games and sometimes writing rubbish to post here. I guess you got lucky today.

Part of my activities this morning was a check on a swinger dating website I use. I received a message from someone who actually looked interesting. But when I came to reply I had nothing in the tank in the way of enthusiasm to reply with.

What I wanted to say was; “You look amazing, let’s get a coffee and if you look as amazing in person we can spend the afternoon fucking.”

But of course life got in the way. I already have a coffee date lined up with someone tomorrow. Not convinced about this one but going with it. And then I have THE LIST. My to do list left over from school holidays that finished two weeks ago. I still have one item left, a uni assignment that is due in just over a week. Grrrrrr why is life so messy.

Maybe I can just write 2700 words of erotica and hand that in, I am sure the assignment marker will enjoy it. More than I enjoy some of the rubbish my students dish up for me.