Friday, December 16, 2011

An Overdue Adventure

Of late our 'real life' adventures have been in short supply. This is partly our own choice. A few things have given us reason to focus on our family and the more vanilla aspects of our lives. The other part of this is lack of opportunity. We don't have the wealth to employ a nanny, nor do we have grandparents living in the next suburb who are willing to babysit our children every other week while we go off gallivanting and flaunting our asses. So opportunity for adults only entertainment can be a little feast or famine.

Finally a child free Friday rolled around and we headed off to our favourite swingers club. Because of our self imposed absence from this kind of thing we were a bit cautious about what to expect. We were prepared (condoms in pockets etc) but not expectant (playing it cool). As always happens when you are thinking about having a quiet night the adventure that you could never have imagined comes along, takes you by the hair and drags you out for a good time.

We were standing near a pool table mindng our own business having a quiet drink and contemplating a game when along came a hottie and her man. We chatted with them both a bit. She told me I'm hot, I say "So are you." She says "No I am not as hot as you." and we talk about what we like to get up to.

As an aside. What the hell do you say when someone tells you that you are hot? I usually get out a thank you and feel all awkward. What really gets me is when they then go on to say "No really you are fucking awesome and those boobs are the best boobs I have ever seen." Now I am not pretending for a second this happens all the time nor am I wanting you all to think I am an egomainiac. I just want to know what to say other than "thanks", and then stand there looking and feeling like an idiot.

Anyway back to the adventure. We chatted, they went their way, we went ours, we talked to a few people and watched some live sex etc. All the normal things you do when you are at a swingers club. Then we found ourselves in bed with Mr and Mrs Hottie. THAT's when things got REALLY interesting. Now you all might find this a little amusing but I am not a raving sex lunatic and when I am in a situation with new people I generally like to take it easy. Mrs Hottie has one setting. Full on. That in itself was a challenge but somehow I rose to the occasion like the champion I am.

Something that attracted us to Mrs Hottie apart from the hotness was a claim she made about being a squirter. Jake has a weakness, like about 95% of the other males in the world, for a woman who can squirt, or gush or ejaculate. Whatever you want to call it. I have to say she lived up to her claim well and truly. It was incredibly horny watching her cover him with her liquid.

Mr Hottie was a little bit more reserved than his wife. It turned out he was more of a quiet achiever and rather skilled at coaxing ejaculate out of a woman. It did take me a little while but I got to Mrs Hottie's level and then both of us were covering everything and everyone with our juice. There is nothing like the feeling you get when you gush. It is addictive. Once I start I find it hard to stop and once I get really excited the slightest touch can set me off.

I was there having a great time when Mrs Hottie began describing how much she liked being fisted. Then she blew me away by asking me if I wanted to fist her. Now I will be totally honest and say this was definitely not on my Fucket list or even anywhere near my Fucket list. Jake however was totally up for the experience and rose to the occasion admirably. He loved it and his response has made me rethink my position on the whole thing. Jake definitely wants to do it again. I am still thinking it over, maybe one day. Not sure about being on the recieving end that will require a bit more thought.

And so we woke up the next morning with that feeling of "Did that really happen?" followed by the "I want to fuck like a rabbit all day" feeling and now a few days later the "I wonder when we can do it all again?" feeling. We definitely will have to make sure we don't leave it too long before we go looking for another adventure.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Sunday Snog - Into the Blue






It is Sunday Snog time. This week I am sharing an excerpt from something I am working on at the moment. I hope that the full length version will be available for the public's reading pleasure sometime next year. The working title of this is "Into the Blue".

Jared embarks on a round the world sailing voyage with his girlfriend. We meet him just after his girlfriend decided that Jared's yacht is not where she wants to be and left Jared to continue his journey alone. After anchoring in the port of an out of the way Pacific island paradise Jared takes a walk along the beach and is taken aback by a woman who seems to appear out of the ocean in front of him....


The girl walked up the beach and sat down next to him. The spell was broken as her body neatly folded into a sitting position on the beach beside him. Painfully aware of his throbbing cock he was forced to look at her face.
"Hello," her voice was unusual. It was melodic but strangely, it made him think of the sound the ocean made in his ears when he was diving.
"Hello," he held out his hand to her. "My name is Jared."
She took his hand solemnly between hers, "My name is Nicola."
He looked deeply into her eyes. They were a brilliant blue, not the turquoise of the water close to the beach but deeper navy like the ocean further out.
"Nice to meet you Nicola," he smiled. "You have amazing eyes." She laughed, he listened intently. Why did everything about this woman remind him of water?
"Well it is nice to meet you too Jared." She glanced downwards. "You have amazing shorts."
Normally a comment like that would embarrass him but somehow with this woman everything seemed natural. No matter what she said or he did he felt completely at home. They chatted for hours about his life and passion for the ocean. She was a keen diver and they enthused about the world below the ocean. He forgot his plans to head back into the village to explore the bar and have an afternoon drink. Almost without him realizing, the whole afternoon had passed by and he found himself watching the sun sinking over the horizon.
As it does in the tropics, darkness fell quickly as if someone had dropped a blanket over the light. The coral that formed the beach seemed to glow slightly in the darkness and the sound of the unseen waves reached his ears. He thought vaguely about making his way back to the village and finding some dinner but somehow he didn't want to get up. Nicola had watched the sun go down quietly and now even though she wasn't talking he could feel her sitting beside him. Her hair gave off a faint smell of the sea and he could feel the warmth from her body.
Without warning he felt her hand slipping inside the waistband of his board shorts. His cock had been lying quietly as they had talked and watched the sun go down but it sprang instantly to attention at the feeling of her tentative touch. She pressed against him and he realized that she had slipped out of her bikini top in the darkness.
Without thinking he bent down to take her nipple between his lips. It was firm but as his tongue flicked softly over the end he felt it stiffening even more. With his other hand he reached out to tweak the other nipple gently between his fingers. A soft gasp fell from her mouth to his ears. Inside his shorts her hand tightened around his throbbing cock. He pulled her down with him as he lay back on the beach. Her breasts brushed his chest and her hair fell around them as she leaned down and kissed him.
Her lips tasted like the sea, clean and fresh with a little taste of salt. He pulled back and licked the taste from his lips for a moment. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto his. He kissed her deeply probing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Her body melted against his; the hard nodes of her nipples pressing into his chest and her legs wrapping around him. He ran his hands down her back and slipped them into her bikini bottoms gripping her tiny, firm butt cheeks in the palms of his hands. She ground her groin against his upper thigh moaning softly against his kissing lips as he pressed her against him.


I hope that you enjoyed my snog for the week. You can read other snogs and catch up on all the Blissemas action at Victoria Blisse's blog.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Will Being Open Save Your Marriage?

One of my favourite things to do when standing in line at the supermarket is to catch up on my celebrity gossip. I have a bit of an interest in the trials and tribulations of Brangelina and more recently the demise of Ashton and Demi.

In the case of Brangelina I am constantly amazed at the headlines about their sexcapades. From my ringside seat their antics seem to resemble a lot of the ones I see at swinger's houses and clubs as I go about my swinging business. In short to me they seem like any other couple with a functioning open marriage. Who really cares that they like to party and fuck hard. If I had that many kids so would I. Oh wait.... I don't have that many kids and I still do. Does that make me a freak too?

Now the case of Ashton and Demi is a bit different. In my internet travels I have come across a couple of articles and blog posts that made the observation that perhaps if Ashton and Demi had opened their marriage so that he didn't have to sneak around things might have worked better.

This is an interesting idea. One that has a bit of merit somewhere, somehow. But to think this would be the solution is being a little simplistic. I have an open marriage. But that doesn't mean my husband is free to poke his dick into whatever hole he feels appropriate, to put it crudely. Conversely I am free to express my sexuality and desires but that doesn't mean I am able to partake of every piece of man candy that comes my way.

Open marriage does not mean open slather. Having an agreement that permits extra marital sex still requires both parties to be committed to the success of the marriage and for each partner to be committed to ensuring the needs of their partner are met. Marriage is not easy, nor is it a place where one partner can selfishly indulge his or her desires at the expense of the other. Who is to say that Ashton hadn't expressed his desire to Demi to have another lover and she hadn't told him that she wasn't comfortable with that? Who is to say that instead of working with Demi to come to a solution that worked for both of them Ashton didn't then take the easy road and go behind her back? 

I have seen many examples of people who AREN'T celebrities who want to swing but whose partners either don't think it is morally right or have an objection. These people then come up with some complex justification for doing it behind their partner's back. Then there are people who have open marriages who still aren't getting enough cake and push the limits by doing things behind their partner's backs.

I was chatting with Mrs Fix It the other day about the case of an open marriage that failed about a week after the wedding because one of the partners wasn't happy with the extra marital activities of the other. She heard about this through a very vanilla work colleague. Sadly her colleague is now of the opinion that the open marriage was the problem. Just as open marriage isn't a solution if both parties aren't committed to a long term happy relationship then putting the extra pressure on an already unhealthy relationship is not the root cause of the failure.

Getting back to the original question. Will being open save your marriage? I am not a counsellor. Everyone's situation is different. I can only speak from my experience and what I have observed. I believe very firmly that monogamy is not THE only way to exist. I believe that for some people it works but for many it doesn't. Having more than one sexual partner is a great way to enrich your life and of course to have a good time. At the end of the day the key to a good relationship is not how much or what type of sex there is. The key is both parties committing to meeting the needs of the other and having some fun along the way.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Sunday Snog - In the Dark



As I journeyed into the world of swinging I had and lived some of my own sexual fantasies and I found myself in discussions with other people about their own fantasy scenarios. It is a great ice breaker at clubs and parties to ask people "What is your ultimate fantasy?"

When I started posting my work on Literotica the short stories I wrote were drawn from my own fantasies and reali life experiences of these fantasies.  At some point I thought it would be cool to make a collection of these stories and publish them. Bite the Apple was born. This week's Sunday Snog is taken from the first chapter of Bite the Apple - In the Dark. I loved writing this story It was one of those stories that really got me going.


I'm sitting on the bed, waiting, listening. The fabric fits snugly over my eyes. The bonds on my wrists are firm. I cannot move, I am waiting. Every tiny sound in the room is magnified to me; I hear the sound of the refrigerator humming quietly, the sound of the air conditioner working. Outside in the hallway I hear very faintly the sound of the lift door opening, is it him? I hear footsteps.

Without realizing what I am doing, I strain to hear the sound of the key in the door. The footsteps are coming closer, but they pass by my door and I hear them fading away down the hall. I feel a tiny bead of sweat on my forehead as I sit waiting. Every nerve in my body is straining to hear the arrival of him. The footsteps come back, slowly. They stop at my door. My heart beats faster and I feel my breathing increase, the sound deafening in my ears. The door clicks as the key opens the lock. Suddenly I want to run away. What am I doing here?!?!

The door opens, then closes. The silence seems to stretch for eternity. I breathe heavily and then I smell him; subtle musky aftershave. He is here!!!!! My heart almost beats out of my chest. I feel my nipples harden. I feel a trickle of wetness between my legs. Is that sweat or something else?

I feel the air move as he comes toward me, almost silent. My whole body is jangling with the awareness of him. It is as if the room is filled with him. He stops in front of me, sitting there on the bed. I am blindfolded, bound, helpless in my underwear.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in my ear. His voice, it seems deafening to me. I remember the tones from the phone; husky, deep. The scent of him is stronger now, musky, mixed with mint and in my heightened state I smell his maleness. There is a throb in my groin.

I hear the sound of him undressing, the jangle of a belt buckle, the sound of a zipper. His footsteps come back to me. I feel his breath on my face. He places his lips on mine softly, kissing almost like a butterfly, tasting my lips. His hands touch my shoulders.

"Lovely, lovely."

His hands travel over my breasts, tracing the outline of the nipples through the fabric of the bra. I gasp in pleasure at the fleeting softness of his touch. He kisses me again, harder, probing my mouth with his tongue. I savor the taste of him. As he pulls away from me, I lick my lips, desperate to absorb every detail that I can without the use of my eyes or hands.


If you enjoyed this snog make sure you visit Victoria Blisse's blog and catch up on all the others.

If you are tempted, Visit Amazon and grab a copy of Bite the Apple


Friday, November 25, 2011

Re-living My Misspent Youth?

As I celebrated my 39th birthday recently conversation inevitably turned to what I am planning for my 40th birthday next year. I will say that I am not unhappy about turning 40. In fact I am looking forward to it. I was eight and a half months pregnant on my 30th birthday and so I am planning to party hard this time to make up for it. A friend commented to me that "Your forties are meant to be the time in your life when you do all the things you wanted to do when you were 20 but didn't"

We started swinging when Jake was 43. He heartily agrees with this sentiment as he has lived many sexual fantasies that the 20 year old Jake could never have dreamed of. He wishes heartily that he had the confidence then that he does now.

So I guess the question is what does 39 year old Gemma have in mind for 40+ Gemma? I can't say I am entirely sure. I have posted about the concept of a 'Fucket List' a little while ago and since then I have devoted some thought to my list. The problem I have is that when it comes down to it I am not really into elaborate set ups. I don't have the patience for it. If I see an erect penis I want it in my mouth or in my pussy. Every now and then the self improvement side of me tries to convince the rest of me that I need to learn some patience but I have not come across a man (or woman) who seems to be up for the task.

All  it generally takes to make me happy is a couple of considerate lovers, a couple of drinks and a nice relaxed atmosphere. I am just as happy to pile onto a bed with Jake and another couple as to be whisked off to another room by Mr Other (Or Mr Fix It!!) for a couple of hours of unbridled pleasing and pleasure.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter will know that at the moment my Vanilla life is dominating and leaving very little room for my play life. I honestly can't wait for the 'Silly Season' to be over so that I can get some good quality adult time in. I am compiling my Christmas Wish list as I sit watching children sing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. I will need to make sure I put some naughty requests in. Wondering what the extended family reaction would be if I was to unwrap a Hitachi on Christmas Morning.



It is a good thing that in this house New Year's Eve is usually reserved for decadent adults only fun.



Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sunday Snog - Rock Her World




Sunday Snog is a concept developed by award winning Victoria Blisse. Every week she posts a 'Snog' from one of her works on her blog and invites other authors to do the same. I have chosen to post from my latest title "Rock Her World". When you have read my snog be sure to hop over to Victoria's site and check out the other entries. 


If you like women who know what they want you will like Alice. If you like men who know their way around a woman you will like Steve and his friend Jason. The snog I have chosen happens when Alice and Steve meet for the first time. 





When the song finished I left Tania with my other friends and walked up to him. We stood for a few moments looking at each other. Looking into his eyes was like diving into the ocean. It was intoxicating to feel as if I was slipping and drowning in them.
"You look like you have some very impure thoughts going on behind those eyes," he broke the silence. "Perhaps you would like to share some of them with me."
"A woman has the right to keep some secrets," I replied.
His response was to lean down and kiss me. My knees buckled in response to the intensity and the taste of cigarettes, booze and testosterone. As I inhaled the smell and savored the taste of him, I could feel myself on the verge of being addicted. Part of my mind wanted me to fight it, but the rest of me was helpless. I wanted him to never stop kissing me.
There was a trickle of wetness between my legs, I was sure if he put his hand on my crotch he would feel steam coming from between my legs. As he moved his hand up my leg to probe around the top of my thigh he pressed close to me. The smell of him was sending me into a frenzy; my knees were trembling and I had to hold on to the bar to stop myself from falling over.
"Mmmm, I wonder what is under this skirt," he said, his breath hot in my ear. I could feel his dick throbbing against my thigh and a new gush of wetness.
I looked up into his eyes and the helpless drowning feeling came over me again. All that I was aware of was him, his eyes, his smell and the feel of his dick on my thigh. My mind was filled with images of him naked and pressing me into a bed while he thrust himself into my pussy.
After what seemed an eternity he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here."
He took my hand and led me through the crowd, as I followed him I looked over my shoulder at my friends giving me the thumbs up. We rushed up the stairs and through the door onto the street where he pushed me up against the wall next to the entrance and kissed me again. As he pressed his whole body against me, he slid his leg between my knees. He slid his hand inside my top to cup my breast and gently squeeze my nipple between his fingers.
I was whimpering into his mouth as he pressed his thigh against my pussy and my hands gripped his back. I pressed my hands into his pants over his ass, feeling his firm cheeks between my fingers.
"Geez guys, get a room will you?" A person waiting in the line for the bar yelled out. Without a word, he lifted himself off of me and led me down an alley to where his car was parked.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Cock Shot.

I love penises.Yes the plural of penis is penises. Not peni I checked at Dictionary.com. Anyway getting back on track, I love a good cock. There is something about the skin on a penis that is so so so sexy and something about the feel of them, on your cheek, in your mouth or in your pussy that just does not compare to ANYTHING else in this world. Don't get me wrong girls I am a bit partial to a pussy, on the right person, and I LOVE breasts as well but that is a post for another day.

It is an undeniable fact that the number of good images featuring a cock are vastly outnumbered by the number of images of breasts or pussies in the porn toting world of the internet. But if you spend the time there are images out there. I have recently discovered a great site; the Penis Parade. Of course the great universe of Twitter has given rise to some bloggers who have recently posted some awesome pictures that I will share with you.

The first one was posted a few days ago by @lustyjezzy that is worthy of reposting;


This is one of the sexiest shots of a cock I have seen in a long time. It is right up there with another all time favourite of mine posted on Tumblr by @kinkygent 


I must admit that the body was also a part of my lust in this shot but I love the way this cock is so proud and out there. 

One of the unavoidable things about adult dating in the 21st century is the key part the internet plays in meeting prospective partners. Enter the profile picture and the seemingly inevitable cock shot. Now while the above two samples are great examples of a sexy way to present a penis there are another million examples out there of the way NOT to present a penis. 

Jake does have a cock shot on our profile. It is a pretty cock and I think it deserves some airplay but the experience of creating the shot was challenging.  I can look at a cock and admire it but getting the angle right to make a photo look good is nigh on impossible. I will admit that I was not particularly creative and I am damned sure I won't be getting any photography awards any time soon. But it does the trick I hope. 
    Note to self: Remember to organise child free time to make new sexy pics very soon.

 Apart from being out there and proud of it the other thing a guy can do that I find hot hot HOT is wank. I will share another @kinkygent gem with you before I go which really gets me going.

I wish I was that woman in that photo.

I think I need to go now and find that camera ........



Saturday, October 22, 2011

Some nice Comments

For those not in the know I have recently put out a little book.


It is available on both Smashwords and Kindle. If you like reading about intelligent confident women who are up for a little adventure on a Friday night you will definitely like Alice. If you like men who know how to please then you will like Steve and his friend Jason. If you have ever wondered about what your boyfriend's flatmate thinks when you come over this could be the story for you.

Recently a fellow Twitterer @kinkygent reviewed my little book and here is what he had to say;

Rock Her World is the story of 23 year old Alice, a young doctors receptionist who is sexually confidant and keen to explore new opportunities. With her friends Tania and Helen she enjoys hanging out at Hanks and isn't afraid to explore the sexual options that come along.

Here she meets Steve and they waste no time in getting to know each other intimately first in his car and then back at his place hardly able to keep their hands off each other as they explore all the possibilities their bodies can offer.

When Alice wakes Steve is gone but with the promise of getting together the next week. The week is long but Friday eventually comes around and not much time is spent at the club before they are back at Steves again for another steamy session but this time their is an added complication Steve's flat mate who also presses his attentions onto Alice.

Will Alice embrace both men, will she regret something she said or will she continue to explore every opportunity and take her sexual education to the next level.

Gemma Jones' story of young Alice's sexual adventure is fast paced but well told and keeps the reader going throughout whilst the detailed telling of Alice's experiances is both highly erotic and very real, making the reader wish they were either Alice or Steve and part of the adventure.


I'd like to thank Kinky for his very kind words and feedback and also for his awesome blog which I find highly erotic. You can check it out here

Now go and buy my book. You know you want to...........


Sunday, October 16, 2011

Let's Talk About Safe Sex

Most reputable swinging websites have a box to tick somewhere about how you practice safe sex. Response options range from 'never' to 'always'. Looking at this I find myself asking the question "What is Safe Sex?" or more importantly "What do other people think safe sex is?"

It seems that no one really wants to talk about this. Every where you look there are laments about the difficulty in gathering useful data about how many people practise safe sex because people either won't participate in research or if they do they don't give accurate answers to survey questions. Various forums are testament to this. Post a topic about safe sex and all the regulars suddenly fall silent and the thread makes it off the front page at about 100 miles an hour.

This is not a post giving factual information about STIs. There are a plethora of websites out there giving excellent, well referenced information about diseases, symptoms and long term effects. These include the wonderful people at the CDC; CDC STI information sheets and the Australian Government; The Australian Government Website

A few events in our lives recently have prompted us to think pretty hard about our safe sex practises and the risks that we take when we are playing. One thing that got a bit scary was thinking about a diagram and us in the middle surrounded by our partners branching out into their partners followed by their partner's partners and so on. The tree grew exponentially. When we started playing with ideas like if this person is infected with and STI and they pass it on to 30% of their partners and those people pass it on to 30% of their partners we sat back with our eyes wide open.

I think I will become a nun.

Seriously. The reality is that truly safe sex means some extreme approaches. The most obvious is having a barrier at every point of contact. Think condoms, dental dams, latex gloves, the full regalia. Or you could think the condom scene in Naked Gun Unless you have a rubber fetish this kind of approach kind of kills the moment. Alternatively the two (or three or six or whatever) of you commit to being exclusive, get full clearance from the doctor and don't invite anyone into the circle until they are also cleared and everyone is happy that they are trustworthy.

Yep. That is going to happen in this lifetime.

Most of us manage risks by taking the easiest least invasive precaution, wearing a condom. Then we tend to avoid practises that are more yukky like using a condom for oral sex. We tell ourselves that we only play with people who are OK so we are safe. But how do we know if they are truly safe if no one ever really talks about safe sex or how they keep themselves safe?

I don't really want to know the full sexual history of every person I might want to have sex with and really that is none of my business. But, what goes in my vagina IS my business. I have the right to ask people to prove they are clean, but apparently cool people don't do that. Every time STIs are mentioned everyone gets this uncomfortable look on their face like they wish they were somewhere else.

Why do people have such a hang up about it? Once you have a virus you generally have it for life. This isn't something you want to muck around with. I want to know that my partners get regular screens and that they take appropriate measures to ensure they are not sharing their infection with me.

Bacterial infections are easier to treat but again I want to be assured that people are getting tested often and being treated when they need to. Having an infection and admitting to it won't make you a leper.  It will make you like a lot of people out there. In 2009 over 65, 000 cases of Chlamydia were reported in Australia.  It is estimated that as many as 80% of Chlamydia infections are symptomless and so the actual number of cases was probably much higher. It is estimated that as many as 1 in 8 women are infected with Herpes. Again many of these infections are symptomless and so go undiagnosed.

We need to feel comfortable to talk about these risk factors and whether or not we have been tested recently or had an infection without feeling like it is a bad thing or a big deal. We need to stop pretending it won't happen or believing in myths like 'couples are safe'.  We need to stop pretending that we are invincible.



Sunday, October 2, 2011

Did We Do Something Wrong

Recently Jake and I found ourselves invited to a small gathering held by some people that we had met once. We had thoroughly enjoyed these people's company before and were looking forward to another enjoyable evening of adult entertainment.

The bubble burst three days before the gathering was scheduled when we received a short note saying "We are sorry for the late notice but we have had to cancel the party."

Our initial reaction was concern for our acquaintances. Did something drastic happen in their lives? Was there a sudden illness in their family? The message was sent via an Internet dating service that we use and no explanation or details were given.  We responded with a "Hope everything is OK" but no conversation was entered into. They made it pretty clear that they didn't want any further contact.

We were a little confused and then we began to wonder. Did we do something wrong? Did we say something in one of our messages that they took offence to? Did we inadvertently say something to another person who happened to also be one of their friends that caused offence? These are all questions we had no way of knowing the answer to and so were a little pointless really. But telling yourself not to worry usually is not a good way of stopping any worrying.

Swinging is a funny scenario. The rules of behaviour and etiquette are not defined at all. I read an article recently in Life on the Swingset that outlined a new person's confusion with rules of etiquette when swinging. Situations like the one we found ourselves in emphasise how confusing things can be. All of our conditioning about this kind of thing stems from dating as a single person. All of our angst and pondering are similar to those of a single person. What if he / she doesn't like me?  What if he / she doesn't call? and so on.

The difference of course is that with swinging things aren't as crucial. As a couple you are already in the company of the person you are committed to for life. The other people you get naked with are a bonus. It is nice to develop a friendship with people and there are basic rules of courtesy but to put it in Jake's words;
You already have someone to go home with so it doesn't matter if you find someone else or not.

Because of this people tend to be a little harsher and more judgemental. The ideal that beauty is on the inside falls a little by the wayside. We are more likely to only speak to people we find attractive and less likely to spend time with people who may be great conversationalists but lets face it we are not going to get naked with any time soon. I had a friend a while back who constantly told people at parties and in forums,
"This is a shallow, superficial game we are playing. People will make decisions based on physical beauty and who they think is cool so get used to it." This statement sounds a little harsh on the surface of things but when you take a good look at what goes on at parties and clubs it is 100% correct.

The same friend also found herself in a situation at a party one night when Mrs B wanted to play with her but Mr B said no and gave his reason as "She is a bit on the chunky side for me dear." My friend's position was that while it was unpleasant to hear herself described this way Mr B was quite within his rights to say no and was merely being honest. He had said nothing that she hadn't or wouldn't say herself in the right situation. She found herself in the odd position of defending the man who had rejected her to his wife who wanted her.

The romantics amongst us would like to think that we could all get naked and have a great time together and there would be none of this unpleasantness but how can this be without everyone giving up their right to choose who shares their bed? Getting back to our situation with the party that wasn't, the same principle applies. They have the right to choose who they share their home, spa and body with. If they decide for some reason that we are not suitable then who are we to argue? It would be nice to have an explanation but is it really necessary? Do we really want to know?

Jake and I make a point of being honest with people. If we aren't attracted to someone we say so from the get go. We are upfront about our rules and we don't hide our other playmates from view. We try not to be offensive but sometimes people take things the wrong way and no amount of explaining can fix that. We know that we haven't intentionally been rude or done anything offensive so if offence has been taken we cannot help that.

We are a little sad that we missed out on sexy spa time and we truly do hope that our friends are not faced with any major life issues. At the end of the day we have each other and really that is enough.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Sunday Afternoon

Hello out there in blog world. With the last couple of weeks and the 100 words of Smut a day. I have been a bit slack with 'real' posting or the 'real' adventures of Jake and Gemma.  I apologise for that. I hope that this post makes up for it.

Life has been a little interesting over the last few weeks.I do wish that women would fall out of the sky into Jake's lap the way men seem to do to me though. A couple of weeks ago I went with Jake to a presentation dinner for a product award that Jake was receiving. My attendance was VERY last minute and I found myself wearing a dress I had packed for a sexy night out for two (long story attached to that!). So I walk into the function room full of suits and a VERY small number of women suitably dressed and worried about my too short, see through dress.

I found myself seated next to someone who looked OK (a plus) and prepared myself for a long evening of industry conversation. I know a little about the industry but not enough to hold or be interested in a long conversation. At least the wine was free.

As the evening progressed my next door neighbour exchanged pleasantries and he filled my glass whenever he filled his own. We got to the 'so what do you do?' part of the conversation. On a whim I informed him I wrote 'romance stories' the adult kind. I got a quizzical look and (I swear the wine made me to this) I said "OK I write smut". So of course all industry talk flew out the window. In a subtle way he discerned that my scribbles are based on actual experiences and first hand accounts rather than fantasies.

It turns out the guy in question has dabbled in the lifestyle when he was married and would love to find a woman 'in touch with her naughty side' so the rest of the night was spent flirting. He definitely appreciated the dress and the shoes I was wearing. I am not sure he noticed the lack of underwear but if he did I hope he appreciated that as well.  For a couple of reasons we didn't consummate our attraction, although he did ask. I had made a promise to Jake and so regretfully declined.

Sadly he lives on the other side of the country (an expensive six hour flight!!) and so the last couple of weeks has been full of hot texts, racy emails and fantasies of being fucked by Jake while I suck his cock. There is something so fucking horny about being covered and filled in all directions by men. I am still amazed by the fact that an evening that looked like it was going to be deathly dull turned out to be so fun. It just goes to show you never can tell who you will meet.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Happy Birthday Jake.

Sometimes the best nights are not about hot, sweaty pounding sex. Not that those kinds of nights are not good but sometimes slowing the pace down just a little can be just as sexy. Just last week was Jake's birthday. Of course it had to be celebrated in style. I have a bit of a reputation for getting excited when planning presents and surprises and spilling the beans. This time I managed to keep the whole thing under wraps really well.  To the point that Jake didn't think he was going to get a birthday present at all!!!  Feeling very smug with myself I quietly organised for Ms Springfield and Miss Sunshine to come for a visit.

After giving him a lap dance which finished with placing a blindfold on him and tying his wrists together I lead him to our bed. Because he was blindfolded I wanted to make sure his other senses were teased well.  I made use of many things, lips, hair, fingers, feathers. I was joined in my caresses by Ms Springfield and Little Miss Sunshine. 

It was very entertaining watching him be pleasured by all of us and highly erotic watching the effect of all those hands, lips, tongues, feathers and the occasional drip of wax. Eventually we sat astride him.  It was erotic for all of us to watch each other with him and I enjoyed just laying beside him watching Miss Sunshine ride him and Ms Springfield sit on his face.

All in all I think Jake enjoyed his special night with the three of us.  We are certainly very lucky to know such special sexy women. The three of us are real women with real curves. Many people envy Hugh Hefner but I would much rather the three of us with our flaws and more mature sexiness.

Jake couldn't stop smiling for days afterwards.  I am glad he enjoyed his surprise.

Happy birthday Jake.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Trust Part 4

The story of Jen and Sir continues from Trust Part 3 ..... 

The waiter gestured to a booth in the back corner of the crowded room. Jen slid in behind the table finding herself next to a tall man who was impeccably dressed. He was slightly older and impeccably groomed. His clothing fitted him perfectly as if it were made for him and every detail was correct from his neat hair through his perfectly arranged tie to the subtle gold cufflinks at his wrists.
"Hello there," he greeted her kindly. "It is so nice of Malcolm to bring you here tonight."
Jen nodded her eyes downcast, she was a little unsure of what to say.  The man's voice was kind and very educated. Power radiated out of him but he seemed unconscious of it.
"It breaks things up to have someone pretty like you to talk to." He stroked her hair.
"Thank you," Jen replied softly looking sideways at Sir. He sat next to her chatting to another suit across the table. His hand rested casually on her thigh but other than that he seemed completely oblivious to her.  She was uncertain of what he expected from her tonight. This man seemed to be more than a little friendly.
Before she met Sir she would have played up to him, flirting and chatting but that was when she was unattached. Now she belonged to someone else. This man was attractive yes, and she could see that spending time with him would be very pleasurable but the man she craved was sitting on the other side of her.
She looked around the table at the other guests. There was only two other women in the party. They were like her in some ways; younger than their partners, healthy and beautiful. But unlike her they were dressed in expensive clothes with jewellery and accessories that would have cost more than Jen earned in a month.
"Where did you two meet?" Her neighbour's voice penetrated her thoughts.
Jen smiled remembering the first few days she had known him, "I was a temp at his office."
"Ohhhh the tempting temp," her neighbour ducked his head slightly so he could look into her eyes. Jen laughed at his joke. Something about him put her at ease. She allowed herself to look up at him taking in the features of his face. His eyes were the most compelling blue she had ever seen. They drew her in almost hypnotically. She found herself leaning towards him slightly. 
Without her realising the coat had slipped ever so slightly revealing a glimpse of a milky white breast nestling in the dark satin lining of the coat. The blue of his eyes deepened as he glanced downwards, taking in the swell of her breast. A momentary hush feel around the room. Jen felt as if every person in the restaurant could see her entire breast. She felt her heart pounding as she looked into his deep blue eyes.
She reached to adjust her coat to cover her breast again. Her neighbour put his hand on her arm,
"Don't," his whisper was firm even though his face was still friendly.
Jen hesitated. She turned her head to look at Sir sitting beside her. With a gasp she realised that he was watching her. It was impossible to decipher the look on his face. His hand still rested on her thigh but now she felt his torso leaning towards her and with his other hand he traced the neckline of her coat, his fingers brushed faintly against her skin. Instantly she felt her nipple harden inside the coat. Looking at his friend sitting beside her Sir whispered in her ear,
"Remember I will always keep you safe."
He leaned further over her and shook hands with her neighbour,
"Keith! It is good to see you."
With a friendly, easy smile Keith grasped Malcolm's hand firmly, "Where have you been keeping this one? It is not good to keep such a beautiful lady hidden away."
Sir moved his hand from Jen's thigh to encircle her waist. A thrill went through as she absorbed his closeness.
"Keith this is Jen," he gestured to Jen. "Jen, meet Keith."
Jen raised her hand and Keith grasped it warmly, "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." He looked her straight in the eye, "A very nice name. Is it short for Jennifer?"
She returned his gaze evenly. "Yes it is," she answered. "But only my mother calls me that." Her face and eyes lit up as she smiled at him. Without thinking she leaned forward a little further and rewarded him with a bigger glimpse of her cleavage. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed another man across the table looking at her.
Flirty Jen made an appearance now. Having Sir sitting beside her and her new friend Keith, Jen felt more confident. She gave her admirer a sly smile but he didn't respond. Jen didn't let it bother her too much. She turned her attention back to Keith and they chatted easily.
A waiter appeared and took their orders. Dinner arrived soon after. The food was exquisite. Jen felt a little out of place eating amongst such well-heeled people. Up until now whenever she had dined with Sir the setting was more intimate. Often he fed her he meals, tenderly and caringly. He almost always chose their food and drink. She was learning to appreciate expensive wine through his tutelage.
Tonight she was left largely to her own devices. At all times she was aware of his presence but it seemed that, apart from introducing her to Keith, he didn't even notice her.  The only signal that she had from him was his hand on her thigh. From time to time the hand was removed as he ate or gestured to emphasise something he was talking about but it always returned.
Towards the end of the main course Jen felt the hand slipping her coat aside and fingers idly caressing her bare thigh. She slid a sideways glance at Sir but he paid her no mind, chatting to his friend across the table as if she wasn't there. Jen wriggled a little in her seat worrying about her coat falling open and exposing her nudity.
The fingers under the table pinched her thigh. The sting of pain made her jump but she knew enough to know what it meant. He hated fidgeting. Jen took a deep breath and composed herself. She focussed on the meal on her plate.
The fingers continued with their exploration. The soft touch was making her skin tingle. A trickle of wetness formed between her legs.  She fought the urge to let her legs fall apart in the hope that the fingers would be enticed higher. Instead she sat still, acting as if nothing was happening.
She finished her meal and the waiter removed her plate. He returned to fill her wine glass again. Across the table the man from earlier continued to study her. One of the expensively dressed women snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear.  He smiled in response without taking his eyes off Jen.
As the waiter appeared with dessert Jen felt another hand on her opposite thigh. Outwardly she smiled graciously as her plate was set before her. Inwardly her thoughts whirled through her head. This hand was not teasing and gentle. The fingers probed down at the gap at the top of her thighs. Jen held her legs closed together as the fingers delved deeper into her private spaces.
Above the table the conversation carried on as if nothing was happening. Laughter filled the air and the two society pets across the table pushed their desserts away from them almost untouched. The unknown hand pressed Jen's legs apart slightly.
A finger found its way into the cleft of her pussy and began teasing at the knob of her pleasure there. It was almost impossible for Jen to keep her legs together now. Her cunt was running wet and it was all she could do to stop herself from gasping in response to the strokes.
She ate her mousse slowly focussing all of her attention on the smooth chocolate flavour. With each mouthful she licked the spoon clean. Across the table her admirer didn't take his eyes off her for a second. As a distraction from the teasing under the table she looked him straight in the eye with every spoonful.
He ate in the same way as her, spooning his dessert slowly and deliberately into his mouth. The society pets chatted amongst themselves about handbags and shopping. They seemed oblivious to everything. On either side of her Keith and Sir discussed share prices and tax strategies. It was as if she were in a bubble.
Without her realising her legs had parted slightly and the strange fingers had made their way inside her. They stroked against her tantalising and teasing. Her muscles clenched around the fingers.
Then, when the intensity was becoming almost unbearable the fingers disappeared. She felt a stab of disappointment and loss. There was heat in her cheeks and she broke eye contact with the man across the table as she ducked her head while she brought her face and breathing under control. 
The waiter removed her empty plate and began serving coffees. Sir requested the cheque. Jen sensed a subtle change in the mood around the table. She was edgy now. The attention from the hands under the table and her small movements during the night had loosened the coat. She felt as if the coat would slip fully open and expose her if she made the tiniest wrong movement.
Longingly she thought of the black panties and bra back at Sir's apartment. Once she would never have dreamed of walking around in public in her underwear. Right now it was as if the whole room could see her completely nude. She would have gladly walked out of the restaurant in her bra and panties if it meant she could get rid of this coat.
Without her realising people had started to leave. Sir stood and shook hands with each of his friends as they departed. The man from across the table took one last penetrating look at her before sauntering away with his two girls, one on each arm.
Now all that remained here were, Keith, herself and of course Sir. This was a moment she was dreading, standing up. Hopefully she could manage to be dignified and not expose herself. Sir extended his hand out to her, she hesitated for a moment before sliding along to the end of the booth.
Somehow she managed to stand without losing her garment. Keith smiled warmly as she surreptitiously straightened her coat.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Jen," he embraced her. Jen inhaled the scent of his aftershave and felt her juices flowing in response to him.
"I enjoyed chatting with you as well," she smiled sweetly at him. "I hope we meet again sometime."
"I am sure that we will."
Jen noticed an odd look in his eye before Sir steered her away out the restaurant. Once in the foyer he put his arm around her as they walked towards the door.
"So what did you think of my friends?" He seemed a little expansive and indulgent.
"They were nice," Jen smiled thinking of Keith's blue eyes looking at her. Without thinking she snuggled against him.
For a moment he relaxed his normally formal demeanour and held her against him. Jen closed her eyes and savoured him holding her. After the fingering during dinner all her senses were on alert. Every tiny caress, every scent set her nerves jangling. She had been with Sir for long enough now to know that he was very different from every other man she had known.
There would be more to this evening than just going home to great sex.

Monday, August 15, 2011

The Fucket List

In my travels, this weekend just gone, I came across a gentleman who introduced me to a great term that I think I will incorporate into my every day language;  The Fucket List.

I don't think that the term needs a whole lot of explaining really but I was curious about this gentleman's BUCKET list just to be sure.  He responded.,

"Oh that has things like climbing Ayre's Rock on it. The Fucket List is different."

Sometimes you just have to check. 

The concept of a Fucket List is not new to me.  Jake and I talk about a few 'to dos' or wishes from time to time. Now we have a much more catchy name than 'The Wish List'. I did ask the gentleman in question what he did actually have ON his list.  Like a lot of people he was a little guarded about this topic but his initial answer was,

"To come here."

We met him at a swinger's club with his newish girlfriend so that was pretty cool. I am sure there are much more adventurous things on his list but he wasn't sharing them with us at that point in time.

Jake struggles a little with his list. Mainly because he has ticked all the things he HAD on the list off. From time to time things come along and he puts them on the list but invariably he ends up ticking them off not long after they appear.

When I started on this journey I didn't really have a list.  I was naive and inexperienced. (Stop smirking all you people I really was!!). I didn't have a true sense of it then but I realised as I went along that I really had no idea at that point in my life how much there was out there that I could have. 

Now I know and like a kid in a lolly shop I am confused by the endless possibilities. My list changes from week to week depending on my mood and what I have been reading about. I think I need a few different lists to pick from so that I always have one to match my mood.

There are also a few things that turn out to be so good that I don't want to tick them off.  I want to do them again and again. Does that make them Fucket list items or do I have to have a whole different list for that?

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Rock Her World

Great excitement in the Jones household this weekend with the release of 'Rock Her World' on both Smashwords and Kindle.

 "Rock Her World" tells the story of Alice, a twenty-something receptionist who loves to go out and party with all her friends.  One Friday night she meets Steve. From the moment they say hello to each other the sexual tension is thick and they can barely keep their hands off each other. A night of passion follows that stays with Alice for the following week at work.

Things get interesting for her when she meets Jason Steve's equally sexy flatmate the following weekend.

Just to whet your appetites I have included a short excerpt below.

When the song finished I left Tania with my other friends and walked up to him. We stood for a few moments looking at each other. Looking into his eyes was like diving into the ocean. It was intoxicating to feel as if I was slipping and drowning in them.
"You look like you have some very impure thoughts going on behind those eyes," he broke the silence. "Perhaps you would like to share some of them with me."
"A woman has the right to keep some secrets," I replied.
His response was to lean down and kiss me. My knees buckled in response to the intensity and the taste of cigarettes, booze and testosterone. As I inhaled the smell and savored the taste of him, I could feel myself on the verge of being addicted. Part of my mind wanted me to fight it, but the rest of me was helpless. I wanted him to never stop kissing me.
There was a trickle of wetness between my legs, I was sure if he put his hand on my crotch he would feel steam coming from between my legs. As he moved his hand up my leg to probe around the top of my thigh he pressed close to me. The smell of him was sending me into a frenzy; my knees were trembling and I had to hold on to the bar to stop myself from falling over.
"Mmmm, I wonder what is under this skirt," he said, his breath hot in my ear. I could feel his dick throbbing against my thigh and a new gush of wetness.
I looked up into his eyes and the helpless drowning feeling came over me again. All that I was aware of was him, his eyes, his smell and the feel of his dick on my thigh. My mind was filled with images of him naked and pressing me into a bed while he thrust himself into my pussy.
After what seemed an eternity he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here."
He took my hand and led me through the crowd, as I followed him I looked over my shoulder at my friends giving me the thumbs up. We rushed up the stairs and through the door onto the street where he pushed me up against the wall next to the entrance and kissed me again. As he pressed his whole body against me, he slid his leg between my knees. He slid his hand inside my top to cup my breast and gently squeeze my nipple between his fingers.
I was whimpering into his mouth as he pressed his thigh against my pussy and my hands gripped his back. I pressed my hands into his pants over his ass, feeling his firm cheeks between my fingers.
"Geez guys, get a room will you?" A person waiting in the line for the bar yelled out. Without a word, he lifted himself off of me and led me down an alley to where his car was parked.

If anyone with a Kindle account is interested I will gift a copy in exchange for a review. You can contact me through my Facebook page or follow Gemma on Twitter.  Enjoy and stay sexy!!!!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

How Old is Too Old?

A certain acquaintance of mine asked me recently

"How old are people when theystop swinging?"

I had to admit that I didn't really know. I know there are members of websites like RedHotPie who list their age as greater than 60. (Please don't think that I am inferring that 60 is old!)

Thinking about this kind of thing is interesting for a couple of reasons. Firstly the part of me who still thinks I am a teenager really doesn't want to think about wrinkly people having sex. Funnily enough my friend who asked me the original question does fit the teenage definition of old. I am older than 30 so technically so do I. He expressed his reason for asking his original question this way.

"We aren't interested in any firm, smooth, young things like you. We want some old wrinkly people."

Err thank you ....... I think

The other side of that coin is the reality that neither Jake nor I are teenagers any more. Jake is past the magic 40 barrier and I am busy planning my 40th birthday.

For some reason 40 seems to be a barrier for many people. Even people who are at or close to 40 won't consider playing with someone over 40. There are many people who lie about their age on their dating profile for this very reason,

So we are forced to come to terms with our mortality. The reality is that right now we enjoy our lifestyle to the fullest and we try not to think too much about wrinkly sex.  However the day is coming when we will be wrinkly.  When that happens will the wrinkly people look different to us? When we are 78 and living in the nursing home will we think the 65 year old in the next bed is a major hottie?

Jake expresses his ideas this way;
"As you get older you don't see people differently. You will still think a 20 year old is smooth and very visually attractive. But sexually, being visually attractive isn't enough. You need the personality, experience and maturity that you find in the wrinkly people to give you satisfaction."

I guess I will find out the truth as we get older.  One of my ambitions is to be a grandparent who can not only bake a great chocolate cake but who can tell scandalous stories that my grandchildren love and their parents find very embarrassing. I look forward to scandalising my children by being the one who organises all the nude skinny dipping parties in the retirement village.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Please Excuse Gemma From Functioning

Dear World

Please excuse Gemma from functioning as part of the normal human race today. She will have difficulty in focusing on conversation and completing tasks that require memory or organisation.

She and Jake spent their Saturday night in the company of another sexy couple. 

Being a talented girl Gemma treated her guest to some oral sex and a good riding. The result was some intense orgasms on his part.

Her reward was some incredible oral sex which caused her to ejaculate several times. When she felt she couldn't stand it anymore her guest treated her to a good fucking.

Due to the time which she got to bed and the fact she lost a reasonable amount of fluid, we are expecting that Gemma won't be fully functioning today. She will be vague and probably have a headache. In addition she will be extremely horny and will likely need several breaks today to fuck her husband. 

We expect that this condition will last for several days but Gemma should be fully functioning by Thursday this week. 

We are not sure what her plans for next weekend are yet. We will keep you posted.