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 ........