Monday, June 27, 2011

Toys! I Love Toys!


Under my bed I have an aluminium case, (lockable of course!) that contains toys for adults.  Jake and I take it with us a lot of the time when we go visiting special people. It is often a great conversation starter as people are very curious about "What is in the box?"
The contents of the box vary from time to time and include things like feathers, candles, massage oil (NOTE: Always make sure the lid of your oil bottle is well sealed. Feathers and oil do not like each other very much!!), the mandatory vibrator and other boring things like condoms and lube.
Of late I have been hankering to spice the box up a bit. Often when Ms Springfield and I get together I find myself wishing for a strap on. So I poked around the net and discovered a great website; Femplay.com.au (No I am not getting paid to mention them but if they want to shoot me a freebie I would be happy to test it out for them and provide a glowing description for all of you guys.)
I discovered the concept of the 'Strapless Strap On' and was intrigued enough to click the 'Buy Now' button and 15 cm of pink silicone with an insertable vibrating  bullet was on its way to me in a discreet express post bag.  Unfortunately next day delivery doesn't apply when you order at 11pm on Thursday night so delivery happened on Monday.
Even though I didn't actually purchase it for him Jake was fascinated by the new purchase and so we got it out for a spin. It feels great to have inserted, the shape hits all the right spots but not so good for girl on guy usage mainly because it is a little short. Or maybe because I am not a guy and the whole legs together thrusting thing just felt a little awkward.  I now have a whole new view of life as a guy though.
Ms Springfield paid us a visit a few days later and yes the new toy made an appearance. Both of us had smiles afterwards and of course Jake was there to witness it.  It felt as good as I thought it would, fucking her like that and she enjoyed it herself. Neither of us minded at all Jake stroking himself while watching.  The sight of a guy wanking is just so hot. Really.  The feel of a woman wound around you is just as hot. I am a very lucky lady.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Trust - Part 3

"Do you trust me?" They were preparing for a dinner out with some of his business contacts. She was nervous and jittery. This was the first time she had met these people; they were like him corporate accountants and business managers. Men used to having power and dealing with huge sums of money.
"Why should I trust you?" she bowed her head unsure of how he would react to her question. "I have only known you for a little while. You have shown me a lot of things."  There was a pause; he looked at her attentively with no show of emotion. Encouraged by his quietness she went on,
"You have hurt and shamed me, and taught me both the pains and pleasures of being punished. I respect you and I am starting to love you, but," Again she paused gathering her thoughts. Still he had not moved or said a word, or given any sign of his feelings.
"No I do not trust you fully. You have not earned that yet." The last statement was said with strength and conviction. Inside he leapt for joy. This was the strength that he had seen in her from the start; the thing that attracted him to her more than anything else.
She was a beautiful woman, slender with pale skin, brilliant green eyes and dark auburn hair. Naked she was a sight to behold; her hair flowed wild and free down her back ending just above a perfect heart shaped butt. Always his hand itched when he saw that butt it was so spankable. When she was bent over his knee the feel of her flesh under his palm, the sound his hand made when it slapped her drove him wild.
Unlike a lot of women she didn't cry and scream when she was being spanked. He admired her strength but he knew it also meant that she hadn't yielded to him fully, not yet. Even bent over his knee like a child there was a part of her that she kept from him.   
Sometimes when he watched her putting on her makeup over the bathroom sink he was compelled to take her butt cheeks in both of his hands and grip them firmly as he plunged his cock deep into her. There was never a time when he didn't want her.
None of these thoughts or emotions showed in his face and manner right now. It was not the time or place.
"I see," after he spoke he pressed his lips together and looked at the outfit she had laid out on the bed for his approval; a demure black dress with buttons down the front and a pleated knee length skirt. Beside it her underwear was also laid out; matching black briefs and bra with a minimum of lace. She was standing beside the bed, freshly showered. Her skin glowed from the heat of the water, her hair was damp and clinging slightly to her face as she waited for his instruction.
He went to the closet and pulled out a coat and laid it out on the bed. She frowned in confusion.
"You can wear this tonight."
"OK." She reached for the panties.
"No," his voice was firm but gentle. "Just the coat. Nothing else."
She resisted the urge to raise her eyebrows at him. Once she had done that when he had given her something unusual to wear. His reaction had been swift and merciless. When the spanking was over he had stood her up, dressed her in the clothes he had chosen and drove her to the theatre as planned.
They had been late and missed most of the first act. It was uncomfortable for her to sit even on the padded chair. Halfway through the show he had started to stroke her thighs and between her legs. He teased her like that through the show, during coffee afterwards and on the way home. Only when they were home and in their bed did he allow her release.
When she remembered that night a tingle went through her. For a millisecond she considered being a little belligerent with him now but she knew that being on time was very important. The punishment would have to be delayed and would be all the more severe. She was afraid that part of the punishment would also be denial of the release she would crave after a spanking.
Quietly without a word she slipped the coat over her arms and buttoned it over her bare breasts. The satin lining was cool against her skin and her nipples hardened in response. Feeling more vulnerable than ever, she tied the belt firmly around her waist.
"You will always be safe when I am with you," he spoke softly as he stroked her hair tucking a stray strand behind her ear.
The smell of him so close to her set all her senses on edge. The satin lining of the coat stroked her skin arousing her even more. Now she wanted to bend over the bed with her legs splayed wide begging him to take her. Never could she get enough of him.


They arrived on time pulling up in front of the building where the valet was waiting to open the door for her. Conscious of her nakedness under the coat she stepped carefully from the car and placed her hand on her gentleman's arm. Together they walked up the staircase like all the other couples.
She was terrified of the moment when the concierge would ask to take her coat as they entered the restaurant. What would she say? Surely Sir didn't expect her to walk naked into a crowded restaurant. A waiter in a suit approached them,
"Good evening sir," he bowed politely. "Some of your party is here, in the bar. Shall I seat you all now?"
"Yes thank you." Sir smiled warmly at the waiter who then turned to Jen.
"Good evening Madame," he bowed slightly to her. "I hope you enjoy your evening with us." The waiter turned and led them to the table in the corner. As they walked through the restaurant Sir stopped to greet people he knew. Jen smiled and was gracious enjoying the attention of the people but inside she was terrified that the coat would slip and she would be exposed.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Things You Learn

Welcome to this week's Wank Wednesday. The prompt for this week is 'conference'. I hope you enjoy my version.  You can read contributions from other authors by visiting Erotic Notebook.

Enjoy and feel free to leave comments. Constructive feedback is always appreciated.


"So tonight girls, I wanted to share with you some of what I learned at the conference I went to this week."
There was a rustle of excitement as we gathered around Nikki. The promo for 'Ladies Night' at our local swing club had advertised orgasm lessons. All of us had come to learn and perhaps to practise some of what we learned.
Nikki ran the club with her husband Bruce and put on these nights from time to time. No men were allowed on the premises, not even staff. Any conference a woman like Nikki attended was bound to be extremely interesting.
"So anyway," she continued airily. "I was asked to be the model for this guy who was doing a presentation on female orgasms."
The twenty or so women in the room, me included, were impressed. That someone actually organised a conference like this was a revelation. That we actually knew an 'orgasm model' was impressive and titillating at the same time. Nikki sat on the edge of the stage with her legs apart and her skirt hitched up. She had casually discarded her tiny G string and her pussy was now fully on display for all of us to examine as closely as we wished.
She explained to us different areas of a pussy and different ways to stimulate each area, showing us with her own fingers and body. We were all mesmerised; some by the information we were being given, some by watching Nikki's fingers playing over her vagina.
Surreptitiously I looked around the room, checking out the other women. There were a few others doing the same. In their eyes I could see the smouldering beginning of desire. The heat between my own legs made me press my knees together. I felt an urge to mimic what I was watching on the stage; to spread my legs and masturbate myself while the other women in the room looked on.
Beside me a nubile, dark haired girl watched intently as Nikki inserted her finger into her vagina.
"You feel around for the 'walnut', the little rough patch of skin." Her eyes closed for a moment as she gave in to her pleasure. I looked down as my neighbour placed her hand softly on my knee. Our eyes met; in response I edged a little closer and stroked the inside of her arm.
"Then you rub from side to side," Nikki's voice was a little breathless now as her fingers worked inside her. After a few moments she panted out,
"I can't talk anymore." Her legs fell further apart as her the speed of her fingers increased even more. She moaned softly as her body writhed with her orgasm. A jet of clear fluid washed over her hand and formed a puddle on the floor.   
My new friend's hand found its hesitant way up the inside of my thigh as our bodies bent further together. My pussy felt as if it were on fire after watching Nikki pleasure herself like that. I turned to my neighbour deliberately running the back of my fingers up the side of her ribs. A shiver went through her as she turned to me,
"I think perhaps we should find somewhere a little more comfortable."
Without a word I stood up and held my hand out to her.  She unfolded herself from the couch and together we found our way to a bed in one of the play areas.
"My name is Nina," her voice was like her, chocolatey and smooth. As she removed her top I bent down to taste her dark full nipples.
"Nice to meet you Nina's nipple," I murmured against her enjoying the feel of her nipple hardening against my lips. "My name is Melanie."
Nina pushed me gently down onto the bed, smiling seductively she kneeled between my knees. Her fingers trailed up my thighs and gently opened the lips of my pussy.
"So beautiful," her voice was so soft I had to strain to hear it. "Like a flower." Her finger slipped inside me stroking gently.
"Mmmm there it is." She pressed against the front of my vagina. I gasped at the sensation that shot through me.
"Yesss," Nina began working her finger side to side the way Nikki had downstairs. "That is the spot isn't it honey."
I nodded as I moaned out a yes. In response she increased the pressure. Warm pleasure radiated out of my groin over my belly.  The pressure inside me was building quickly now. Nina leaned down and touched my swollen clit with the tip of her tongue.
"Beautiful," she whispered to me. "Let it go honey. I want to taste you." She leaned down and teased the entrance of my pussy with her tongue. The feeling washed over me and I felt liquid jetting out of me over her face and down her hand. Greedily she lapped it up.
"You have the sweetest cum," her face was next to mine as she lay beside me on the bed. We kissed deeply. I probed my tongue into her mouth, tasting myself there. As we embraced I pressed my hand between her legs feeling her warmth and wetness.
I pressed her down on the bed and slid off the edge so that I could move between her legs. Before me her pink flower of a pussy opened between her dark chocolate thighs,
"My turn now," I smiled as I slipped my finger into her.



Sunday, June 19, 2011

What is sexy anyway???

A while back Jake and I attended a party. During the night we were hanging out on a bed together, as you do. A couple of other people came and joined us for a chat, some kissing and a bit of stroking. One thing led to another and I found myself riding this guy while Jake looked on.  The whole experience was very sexy. Later in the night we met the guy's wife and now we are all good 'friends with benifits'.

Something that I was very surprised to learn later was that the guy in question had checked me out earlier in the night and was interested, but thought that approaching me was out of the question because I was way out of his league.  When I heard this I laughed. Why would he think that? He is well mannered, intelligent, gentle, considerate and very sexy.

Talking about this a bit later Jake and I turned over some ideas about the concept of confidence. Through our adventures we have met a lot of people who are the same. Nice, considerate people who are sexy and attractive in their own way; but they are convinced that they are unattractive. Jake feels like he himself was like this once. 

He feels that being part of the swinging scene has really helped him to be more confident in himself. Through meeting women who tell him that he is sexy or through seeing for himself the pleasure he gives to women his confidence in himself has grown. Of course I have always known that he is a 'sexy hunk a spunk' but hearing your spouse telling you how sexy you are is not as confidence boosting as hearing it from someone who isn't required to tell you as part of their 'job description' so to speak.

Cooper Beckett in a recent Life on the Swingset article describes his own wife 'becoming a butterfly' through their own swinging journey so it seems that this is not an isolated case nor is the lack of confidence thing restricted to men alone.

Confidence is something that surveys all around the world have identified as an element that makes people more attractive. I have met women who would not be necessarily be described as typically beautiful for a number of reasons. These women have no problem attracting sometimes whole bevvies of young gorgeous men. Why? because they are confident in their own attractiveness. This confidence enables them to express their sexuality freely and the men found this irresistible.

From my own perspective I am like everyone attracted to someone who has confidence in themselves BUT  a guaranteed turn off for me is a person who has an inflated opinion of themselves. A gentle quiet person will always grab my attention; they always have so much more to offer.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Hello do you want a fuck?

Years ago, when I was an young impressionable university student I had a 'fuck buddy' relationship with a guy a few years older than me. Knowing this guy was very educational for me. He was very open about dating other women and even went so far as to boast about his chat up lines. Of course it would have been difficult for him to resist the temptation to show off to an young impressionable young woman.

The chat up line that impressed me the most was "Hello my name is .... Do you want to come home with me and fuck?" He assured me that yes, he did get slapped in the face from time to time but more often his proposition was happily accepted.

Years later Jake and I find ourselves moving around the Adult Dating Scene. For the most part this scene is different from the singles dating scene because the people there are looking for sex and sex only.  In theory there shouldn't be the agendas and game playing that goes on with singles.  In theory things should be relatively simple and straight forward.

Oddly it doesn't seem to work like that. At least a lot of the time.  We all seem to have some kind of ingrained behaviour that mimics what people do when they are singles. We are afraid to put it out there openly and honestly because we are scared of what people will do and how they will react.

We all worry and ask ourselves "What if they don't like us?" "What if we can't meet the right people?" "How will we deal with it if they don't like us?" A lot of these fears seem to hold people back from approaching people they are interested in.

As well we seem to be unable to give people a straight answer when they do work up the courage to approach us. We avoid saying "no" straight out when approached by someone we are not so interested in. Some people also seem to have problems with the answer no. They obsess over it and expect an explanation. Do they really want to hear a listing of the reasons the object of their desire is not interested in them?

My friend's approach seems to be the most logical one in this scene.  Imagine how easy it would be;

Jake and Gemma; "Hi we are Jake and Gemma. Do you want to come home and fuck with us?"

Mr & Mrs Sexy: "Why yes. It is so nice to meet people who know what they want."

alternatively Mr & Mrs Sexy would say;
"No thanks."

and Jake and Gemma would move on to Mr & Mrs HornyFuckers.

I realise this is a simplistic approach to the whole situation but it is a great fantasy to have. In the interest of exploration, Jake and I have dared ouselves to take this approach with someone next time we are at a club or a party. Wether we actually will remains to be seen, but here is hoping that we will not lose our nerve or get our faces slapped.

For the record the fuck buddy relationship was short lived and ended by a 'real' boyfriend coming along. I was pleased to be told by a mutual friend a few years later that I had gone down in the playboy's record books as one of his best ever fucks.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Trust Part 2

Part 2 of Trust......

"Do you trust me?" his voice seemed to come to her from far away.

"Yes," her answer was almost a whisper.

"Take off your dress."

Without a word she slipped the straps of her shift off her shoulders. Her shoulders shrugged and the fabric slid over her body to land in a pool at her feet. The wind brushed past her skin and pulled at her hair. A weird combination of vulnerability and arousal washed through her as her nipples hardened even more and a trickle of wetness formed between her legs. Far away there was the pounding sound of the surf.


"Turn to face me," his voice interrupted his thoughts.

She turned to the point where his voice was. All of her senses were tuned to him, she craved the feel of his hands and the smell of his hair; her ears were straining to hear his voice. It felt as if all of her was bending towards him. Instead she was surrounded by wind, darkness and the booming of the waves.
"Take a step towards me."

It was all she could do to stop herself from running into his arms. She started walking.

"Just one step!" his voice barked at her.

A sense of loss and desperation for his touch washed through her. At the same time she felt no fear. She trusted this man completely. Then, as if to reward her for completing her task, her wish was granted. He was beside her. For a moment all she thought about was the smell and feel of him but then she realised his arms were around her unwrapping the blindfold.

The silk of the blindfold fell beside her dress. For a few moments she stood blinking, adjusting to where she was. Her head turned as she took in her surroundings. As she turned she realised with a shock where she had been standing and where the sound of waves crashing had been coming from.

Gingerly she inched back to where she had been standing. She peered over the edge of the cliff. Far below her waves crashed against rocks and a very fine mist of sea spray rose up to cover her face. The rush from realising what she had done coursed through her. A warm feeling spread over her whole body. Then he was beside her, covering her breasts with his hands, kissing her deeply.

Waves of desire coursed through her body, warm wetness formed in her pussy and she groped at his jeans feeling his cock straining for her. They stayed that way for long moments, kissing and fondling each other on the edge of the cliff. His fingers pressed inside her and she stroked his throbbing erection. The wind whipped away their moans of passion.

When she felt she couldn't stand it any more he lifted her and carried her back to the car. He placed her on the bonnet spreading her legs wide apart and thrust into her. Cries of passion filled the air as each of them gave in completely to the other.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Bite The Apple is Here!

 I am pleased to announce that Gemma Jones has published a collection of short stories entitled "Bite The Apple" This title is currently available in e-book format through Smashwords and Kindle.
What is your favourite fantasy? What is the thing that makes your stomach twist and your groin throb when it slips into your mind? Is it something so out there that you can never imagine it happening to you.
When Jake and I started on the swinging journey together people kept asking us, "So what sort of things are you into?"

We had absolutely NO idea. In our inexperience we would mumble, "Oh you know, oral, fifty positions that kind of thing."

If someone had told me that I would develop a liking for having two guys at once or that I would really enjoy watching two men fondle each other I think I would have laughed in their face. Jake is fond of reminding me of a conversation I had with a girl I worked with in our pre-swinging days.  She was telling me about someone we both worked with who organized gang-bangs for his wife. 

Of course my very vanilla friend thought this was the most disgusting thing ever. At the time (in my embarrassing ignorance) I agreed with her. These days being the centre of a gang bang is somewhere in the upper half of my 'to do list'

I started writing erotic stories because we were having so many "Did that REALLY happen" moments that I wanted to record them.  Then I started meeting people who would tell me about things they had seen and done or wanted to see and do. The more I wrote and thought about possible scenarios the more involved my ideas seemed to get.

"Bite The Apple" is a collection of stories about people living out their secret fantasies. The characters live their fantasies for really real instead of playing them through their minds like a porn movie.  Some of the scenarios are not something I had thought of doing for myself, but writing all of them made me horny.

I like to think that all of the things in this book are possible with the right people at the right time and in the right place. When the pop sex experts say that sexual fantasies need to remain fantasies they are WRONG. Be tempted, take a bite...