Monday, April 30, 2012

Sailing Away

As those of you who follow me on Facebook and Twitter will know my family and I will be sailing the South Pacific on the boat pictured above for the next two weeks.

So please visit your favourite parts of my blog or the bits you haven't seen yet. I will be back in a couple of weeks with maybe some tales of sun sand and sea to share with you all.

Yes Mistress Part Three

As promised the conclusion to this story I have been running over the last few days. If you haven't read them yet you can catch up on Parts One and Two here and here.

Once they were inside the room Mistress stopped. Blythe remained motionless waiting for his next command. He was completely at her mercy not knowing where he was or who was in the room with him. After a few seconds Mistress stepped away from him leaving Blythe alone and unsure of himself in the middle of the room.  The minutes stretched out as he waited and then an unfamiliar pair of hands began caressing him. They lacked the assurance of Mistress and the hesitant way they moved over his bare buttocks made him nervous.
"Don't be afraid," Blythe heard Mistress say. "Pull up his shirt and look at his beautiful body properly. A body like that should be used for pleasure, all types of pleasure." With the last words Mistress' voice dropped to a low purr. Between his legs Blythe felt his cock stirring.
"See how he responds when he thinks about pleasing you." Mistress continued. "Look at that beautiful cock." There was a squeak as Mistress stepped forward to stand in front of Blythe. Reaching forward with her gloved hand she pushed against Blythe's shoulder encouraging him to sit back on his heels. Obediently Blythe kneeled back so that his body was upright.  He tensed slightly as he felt Mistress' gloved hand caressing his torso and sliding down towards his cock.
"Look at that beautiful cock," Her voice continued to purr. "It makes you want to taste it."
Blythe couldn't contain the gasp of surprised pleasure as he felt the warm moisture of Mistress taking his whole cock into her mouth. She moved her head up and down his shaft a couple of times before releasing him. There was a faint smacking of lips as she moved away.
"Such a beautiful thing must not be left alone," Her voice resumed some of the commanding tone. "Taste him, feel that beautiful velvet between your lips. Feel the power you have over him."
Then a different set of lips covered him. Again Blythe could feel the hesitation but somehow this time it was comforting.
"Take all of him into your mouth," Mistress instructed.
Her pupil responded, pressing her face down onto Blythe's cock. In the darkness behind his mask Blythe closed his eyes and gave himself in to the pleasure. When he felt Mistress licking his balls while her pupil sucked him he couldn't contain the groan of pleasure.
"See how he loves your mouth on him." Mistress' voice was whispering in the ear of her pupil. "But don't let him have too much of you. He is here for your pleasure. You are in charge not him."
The mouth withdrew and Blythe felt a twinge of disappointment.
"What do you want from him?" Mistress asked her pupil. There was a whispering as the pupil responded. Blythe strained to hear the voice. He realised that the person in the room may not be a woman as he had first thought. Mistress pushed him back onto his hands and knees.
"He has such a beautiful ass," as she spoke her glove hands caressed his buttocks that were still burning from her cane earlier. He felt tender gentle lips kissing the red welts. His arousal throbbed between his legs as the pupil pulled his butt cheeks apart slightly. The lips travelled towards the tight hole in the middle before he felt a tentative tongue stroking around his anus.
"Beautiful, beautiful." Mistress whispered.
There was a cool sensation as the pupil applied lube and then Blythe felt himself being opened as she, he was desperate to believe it was a she now, inserted something smooth into his opening. The feeling was so foreign that he had to dig his fingernails into the floor to stop himself from pulling away. Then he felt his arousal stronger than ever as she moved the dildo slowly in and out of him.
"You have control over him now." Mistress said. "You may give him as much or as little as you wish. He doesn't want you to do this but at the same time he never wants you to stop."
All Blythe could think of was the feeling in his ass, the movement of the dildo and the hand on his buttock. His cock throbbed and ached for something, a mouth, a pussy, even a hand to stroke it. But there was nothing there, just the all-consuming feeling in his butt. He hoped desperately he didn't come. Somehow it seemed even more shameful than bending down to be caned by Mistress to be made to ejaculate without at least some attention to his cock.
The tension in the room mounted. The Pupil seemed to become more confident as she handled Blythe. She moved the dildo in and out of him more slowly, somehow sensing his level of arousal and slowing when he got close to the point of no return. All the while Mistress murmured words of encouragement.
Time blurred for Blythe. His mind was filled with the feeling of what The Pupil was doing to him, the insatiable throbbing in his cock and the ache of being on the brink of orgasm for so long. From far away he heard Mistress voice accompanied by a tug on his collar. Feeling like a sleepwalker he pulled his body upright again almost unable to support his weight. He was jolted out of his stupor by the feeling of a mouth on his cock. Desperately he struggled to hold back his orgasm but the pressure in his ass increased. As if by some agreement both Mistress and her Pupil were in sync with each other. He could hold himself back no longer and with a loud groan he emptied himself into the eager mouth on his cock.
Gentle hands helped him up and laid him out on the bed.
"What do you want from him now?" Mistress asked her Pupil. Again the maddening whispering but Blythe was beyond caring now. The bed moved and he felt two knees settling either side of his chest. His nostrils filled with the smell of female arousal. He knew it was not Mistress but there was something familiar about this scent.  Slowly he felt the mask being lifted off his face. In front of his face was a cleanly shaved pussy dripping with arousal. His lips twitched as a drip of musky liquid hit them.
Automatically Blythe opened his mouth and tasted her with his tongue. She tasted familiar. His tongue slid easily through her folds before dipping into her well. Small moans of pleasure reached his ears. He wasn't entirely sure but he had an inkling of who this woman was. He gripped her hips with his arms and pressed his face deep inside her greedily lapping and sucking, as he became surer and surer who she was.
His tongue travelled over her familiar mound seeking out the spots he knew would please her the most. He applied pressure and smiled to himself as she responded. Orgasms tore through her body and she lost control of herself. Blythe was aware of Mistress standing above his head supporting the woman above him as her pussy showered him with her juice. Finally she was spent and Mistress helped her down to lie beside Blythe.
"I knew it was you," he whispered to her as she nestled against him.
"Yes," she sounded smug. "And you thought you could have Mistress all to yourself."
"How long have you planned this?" he asked.
"Long enough," she was mysterious.
Blythe moaned as Mistress sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth. Incredibly he felt himself stiffen in her mouth as she expertly sucked and teased him.
"You still have one more woman to please," she smiled fondly at him as she impaled herself on his cock.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Yes Mistress Part Two

This is a continuation of Yes Mistress that I started for Wanton Wednesday.
In a few days Jake and I will be taking our family for a well earned break but I promise that this peice will be finished before we depart. If you missed Part One or you want to enjoy it one more time you can read it here.

Blythe took two steps forward towards the bed in the middle of the room. Holding his hands beside him he kneeled down. With two firm steps Mistress was beside him. From the corner of his eye Blythe could see her boots beside him. He turned his body slightly towards her thinking that he would bend down and kiss the boots of the tiny woman who could bend him to her will so easily. There was a crack as her riding crop stung across his back.
"What are you doing?" her voice was low and menacing. Blythe cowered in front of her. "I didn't tell you to bend down and kiss my boot. How do you know what I want before I tell you?"
Blythe froze in front of her. Right then all he wanted was to please this tiny woman.  Her punishments gave him a perverse kind of pleasure. But he avoided her anger and disappointment at all costs. He waited, motionless for her instruction.
Mistress looked down at the man in front of her. Every time she looked at his beautiful face she wanted him more. When he was bent over the bed and she was caning his bare ass all she could see in her mind was his cock, strong and proud standing out in front of him. The sight of it when he pulled down his trousers made her want to gorge herself on him but she held herself back. Patience, she reminded herself. He is not ready yet.
"Bend over," she commanded.
Without arguing or hesitating he bent forward, stretching his arms above his head. The tail of his shirt barely hid his firm white buttocks marked with two red slashed from his belt earlier. Carefully, using the tip of her cane, Mistress eased Blythe's shirt a little way up his back. She felt a throb between her legs at the sight of his smooth white globes. Slowly she reached out and caressed him with her gloved hand. She felt his muscles relax under her caress and heard a small sigh escape his mouth.
Suddenly she pulled herself back and struck his buttocks once with her cane. He whimpered in pain and shock. A read welt formed criss-crossing the earlier marks.
"Are you a man or a mouse?" Mistress questioned him teasingly. "Can't you take a couple of little spanks without crying like a baby?"
Blythe bit down on his lip. At first glance it was easy to assume this tiny, doll like woman would never be able to overpower him. He had made this mistake the first time they had met. In his mind he imagined him lifting her off the floor and holding her at arm's length while she kicked and wriggled in his grasp. Then suddenly he was kneeling on the floor. When she wielded her cane he was amazed at the strength in her arm. He couldn't sit easily for days afterwards.
He winced as her cane landed across his buttocks but he managed to keep his whimpers of pain silenced.  The blows rained down. The sound of the bamboo hitting his skin echoed off the wooden walls and floors of the room. His body responded the way he knew it would when he walked through the door, his cock throbbed against the mattress and each blow seemed to make it harder. He couldn't feel pain or pleasure anymore just a throbbing need for the soft stroking of her glove. His mind filled with the memory of her pussy and his tongue ached for the taste of her.
Without him realising the blows had stopped,
"Turn around," She said firmly.
He turned his body and knelt on his heels in front of her. The mound of her sex was inches from his face. He inhaled the scent of her arousal and felt an answering throb in his own groin. His mouth watered in anticipation and it took all of his concentration to stop himself from lurching forward to bury his face between her legs.
As if she read his thoughts she moved her leg so her thighs were apart. With a gloved finger she pulled aside the crotch of her panties and showed him her slit, glistening with her juice.
"Do you want this?" He could barely hear the whisper of her voice.
Mutely he nodded, twisting his fingers together behind his back and holding himself very still.
She touched her self, slipping the tip of one finger into her slit. She took out her finger and held it out to him, almost pressing her finger into his nose.
"Do you like the smell of me?" she asked a little louder. "What would you do to get a taste of my cunt?"
Blythe could barely speak, "Anything," he whispered.
"I can't hear you." Her voice echoed off the walls making him jump.
He turned his head upwards and looked at her with pleading eyes,
"Anything Mistress," his voice sounded plaintive in his ears and fleetingly he wondered what his employees would think of him sitting at the feet of this tiny woman begging for a taste of her juice. "I would do anything."
To emphasise his point he bent down and placed his face on her boot. The plastic smell of vinyl filled his nostrils but it didn't block out the craving for the salty taste of her.  He felt the tip of the cane stroking his back and lifting up his shirt.  Internally he braced for the blow but it never came. The bedsprings sighed as she sat down and her boots moved away from his face. Out of the corner of his downcast eye he saw her panties fall to the floor and the smell of her arousal drowned out everything else.
Slowly he looked up at her sitting in the bed with her knees spread apart.
"May I," he asked formally
"You may," she said as regally as any queen.
Blythe raised his body and pressed his face into her crotch. Greedily he drank her juice and sucked at her swollen clit. Her hands pressed on the back of his head and twisted into his hair as she gave in to the pleasure with sighs and small moans.
Then without warning she pulled his head away.
"Enough," her tone was businesslike again. She tapped her cane on his buttocks not enough to leave a mark but firmly to remind him she was in charge.
"I have someone I want you to meet."  Her voice fell down to him as she stood over him. "Pick up my panties." Blythe bent down and picked up the damp fabric in his teeth. Mistress clipped a collar around his neck and attached a chain. As he had been taught Blythe leaned forward on his hands and knees. Mistress removed her panties from his teeth and slipped a mask over his head.
"I don't want you to see her just yet." She said quietly.
Inside the mask Blythe felt his other senses strain to compensate for the loss of sight. He heard a slight jingle of chain and felt the tug on the lead. Keeping his face close to her boot he followed his Mistress out of the room and into the room across the hallway.  

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Yes Mistress Part One

Welcome to Wanton Wednesday for 25 April. This is the first installment of a longer story that I started earlier this week. The remainder will be forthcoming days. Meanwhile enjoy this little teaser.

Blythe carefully arranged his pencils in the black holder his daughter had given him for his birthday. Beside them carefully aligned and spaced were the two silver pens from his wife given on the same birthday. His eyes travelled past his computer monitor to the silver framed photo of his two girls and he touched the frame lovingly, although he was careful not to leave a fingerprint on the silver frame. He stepped out of his office into the main working area. Almost everyone had left for the day and a hush had fallen over the office as if the chairs, desks and computers were sleeping, exhausted from the busy work day.  
Placing his brief case at his feet Blythe turned and locked his office door behind him. Without hurrying he made his way towards the elevator. The door pinged open and he stepped inside. There was one other person inside, someone from another office that he knew vaguely. They nodded at each other and then assumed the elevator position, staring fixedly at the numbers as they flashed above the door. No one else stepped into the sacred space until the doors opened at the carpark. Without hurrying Blythe made his way to his car, stopping only to place his briefcase in the boot. For a few brief seconds his eyes fell on the other neat black overnight bag nestled there but he shut the boot and unlocked his car as if it was every other day and he was on his way home to his girls.
About forty minutes later he made his way up the front steps of a renovated miner's cottage in the trendy suburb of Paddington. The door opened almost before his first knock and without speaking to anyone Blythe made his way inside. On his left a room was open and Blythe made his way inside. The curtains were drawn and the interior was dim but Blythe had been here before. He placed his overnight bag on the luggage stand and took off his suit jacket, folding it neatly and placing it into the overnight bag. His shoes he placed evenly spaced , side by side on the floor. He stood jacketless and barefoot beside his suitcase for a few moments before she came into the room. The squeak of her vinyl boots was the only sound he heard.
Even though she was wearing stiletto heels the woman still had to look up to see Blythe's face. Their eyes locked together for a few moments before he looked down to the floor. 
"Take off your shirt." Her voice was low and very sexy, but this was not a flirtatious request. It was a command. After a day of being in charge, hearing a command from such a diminutive woman triggered the urge to rebel. Blythe was used to being in charge, he didn't like taking orders.
There was a sharp crack as the woman slapped a riding crop against her thigh in warning. Blythe lifted his head and looked her in the eye as he slowly removed his tie and dropped it on the floor insolently.
A slow fire burned in the woman's eyes. Maddeningly slowly Blythe undid the buttons on his shirt getting a perverse pleasure from being defiant but another more tantalising pleasure in knowing what was coming.
Suddenly the woman reached for Blythe's waist and in a swift almost impossible movement she removed his belt from his trousers.
"Get your pants down!" The words came out through clenched teeth.
Blythe didn't hesitate in releasing his button and zip. He pushed his pants and boxers down and stood in front of her with his shirt open and his pants around his ankles. His cock stood out in front of him. The heels of her vinyl boots clicked on the wooden floor as she walked around behind him. Blythe forced himself to stand very still as she stood behind him the tension in the room rose as he waited. Then without warning she grabbed his hand and flicked the belt across his bare buttocks. Blythe winced as she landed a second blow.
"When I tell you to do something I want it to be done. Do you understand?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress." Blythe's voice was a whisper.
The belt cracked across his buttocks again. "I didn't hear you."
"Yes Mistress," Blythe forced his voice out louder.
"Bend over and take your punishment like a man," the tiny woman commanded. Her voice echoed around the room.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

TMI Tuesday SEX again

It is TMI Tuesday again. This week's questions are about that enlessly facinating topic S-E-X. Make sure you head on over to TMI Tuesday to check out some great posts, after you have read ours of course!

Jake's Answers

1. What is your sexual personality?
I am a combination between two types, a. Controller, I like to initiate sex and drive what happens sometimes but not to the point where I don't care about the other person. I also feel I am a bit of a Daredevil, I like sexual thrills and taking some risks but there are some other risks that I am not comfortable with such as having sex in front of an audience.

2. How many times have you sneaked away from party guests to have sex in another part of the party venue. Where did you sneak to? Were you ever caught?
I have never done that. I would like to. Mostly I would rather be patient and go home to make the experience more satisfying. 
3. Your sex partner that you are mad crazy for has requested you do one of the following, which one would you grant consent to do:
a. Bondage/light restraint with your hands, legs tied while having sex
b. A sexual spanking that leaves light marks
c. Record the two of you having sex
d. Have sex in a mirrored room where you can see yourselves having sex from every angle
All of it. Except with the bondage I want some good welts and maybe even some cuts!

4. Do you act out your sexual fantasies (select one)? Why?
a. I act out all of my fantasies.
b. I act out many of my fantasies.
c. I act out some of my fantasies.
d. I act out very few of my fantasies.
e. I don’t act out any of my fantasies.
f. I don’t have any fantasies.
I try to act out as many as possible. Some of them require a very particular set of circumstances and are hard to create or have an element of risk that Gemma and I are reluctant to take.
Why do I do it? Because I can. It is bad to keep your fantasies bottled up.

5. How important is sex in your life (select one)?
a. I could hardly survive without it.
b. It is very important.
c. It is somewhat important.
d. I could live without it.
e. If it were up to me, sex wouldn’t even exist!
a of course!!

Bonus: Finish the following phrase.

Sex is: The most important thing in my life. It makes me happy and keeps me sane!

Gemma's Answers

1. What is your sexual personality?
a. The Controller – initiating sex, twisting your lover into positions you want, and driving scene play by play
b. Sex Slave – You love to be used and at the mercy of your lover. You don’t initiate but follow and do as you are told. You love to be used.
c. Daredevil – Sexual adventure and sexual thrills are what you are all about. You get off on the risk factor.
d. Subdued – Sex is a necessary part of the relationship so you are available when needed.
I actually feel that I am all of these at different times. I go through phases of being subdued and then sometimes I allow myself to be the sex slave and at other times I like to take risks and go all out for the experience. I am rarely the controller but when I find myself in that situation I do get a certain amount of pleasure from it.

2. How many times have you sneaked away from party guests to have sex in another part of the party venue. Where did you sneak to? Were you ever caught?
Like Jake I have never done that. Having said that these days we do go to a lot of parties where everyone is naked and fucking within an hour of arrival so that sort of gets it out of your system. 

 3. Your sex partner that you are mad crazy for has requested you do one of the following, which one would you grant consent to do:
a. Bondage/light restraint with your hands, legs tied while having sex I have done this. I had a very memorable night with two sexy men completely at their mercy.
b. A sexual spanking that leaves light marks MMMMM nothing like a good spank. But the spank has to be made like you mean it
c. Record the two of you having sex Jake and I did this a couple of times. We did once have a video of our wedding night but it got lost when we moved house. One day we will find it on the internet.
d. Have sex in a mirrored room where you can see yourselves having sex from every angle This isn't something I am that keen on. Our old bedroom had mirrored doors floor to ceiling on the built in wardrobe. That was enough mirror action for me.

4. Do you act out your sexual fantasies (select one)? Why?
a. I act out all of my fantasies.
b. I act out many of my fantasies.
c. I act out some of my fantasies.
d. I act out very few of my fantasies.
e. I don’t act out any of my fantasies.
f. I don’t have any fantasies.
I don't have a LOT of fantasies but the ones I do have tend to be a bit elaborate and involve lots of people in particular situations. I have acted out some of them. I have also found myself in a particular scenario and thought "Wow that has just found its way onto my Gotta do again list." An example is being spit roasted at Mrs Fix It's Birthday Party.
I will say this I could never bring myself to pretend about a fantasy ie if my fantasy was to have sex with a random tradesman who came to my house I would never get Jake to dress up and role play the fantasy as a way of living it!

5. How important is sex in your life (select one)?
a. I could hardly survive without it.
b. It is very important.
c. It is somewhat important.
d. I could live without it.
e. If it were up to me, sex wouldn’t even exist!
Like question one I go through phases of e to a. I guess I could say when I want sex it is the be all and end all. I am not usually conscious of this until afterwards when I realise the reason I have been a total bitch for the last two days is that I needed a damn good fuck! (PS when I read this answer out to Jake he nodded in total agreement!)

Bonus: Finish the following phrase.

Sex is: Limited only by your imagination.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

TMI Tuesday - Illicit Skills.

This week's TMI Tuesday is about illicit skills.

If you are hesitant about confessing crimes…lie…be creative.

Jake's Answers

1. Do you know how to pick a lock? Have you ever used this skill to gain unauthorized access?
I do know how to pick some types of locks. When I was younger I picked the lock to my girlfriend's parent's house so I could sneak up into her bedroom to see her.

2. Do you know how to open a safe with a rotary combination lock? Have you ever used this skill to gain unauthorized access? What did you find?
I believe it is called a stick of dynamite. Although I have found this method to be a little bit messay.

3. Have you ever made a copy of a key you were not supposed to have? Did you use it to gain unauthorized access? What were you looking for? Did you find it?
I am pretty sure I have but I can't remember why.

4. Have you ever stolen or guessed a password? Did you use it to gain unauthorized access? What did you do?
I used to own an alarm installation business. I could have had access to all the passwords to the alarms I ever installed if I wasn't too honest.

5. Do you know how to get data from a computer that requires a password you don’t know?
No I am not really in to computers that much. If I had a need to do that I would call a professional

6. Do you know how to record a telephone call? Have you ever done so secretly? Did you hear anything interesting? What?
Yes. I once bugged a telelphone for a customer of mine so they could catch their partner out cheating on them.

7. Have you ever used a webcam or nanny cam to photograph someone secretly?
All the freaking time. I have got photos of Gemma practicing pole dancing, photos of Gemma sneaking up the driveway in the nude to shut the gate late at night. And some famous photos of some police who came to visit our boarder once when we were away on holidays. They had guns drawn and everything.

PS I really wanted to post the sneaky nude driveway photo but I can't damn well find it! Gemma.

8. Have you ever used an infrared camera to photograph someone secretly in the dark?
Well it was very dark when Gemma went to shut the gate. I also monitor a camera installed in a water reservoir for a client. This spot is a favourite place for people to go and have sex.

9. Have you ever learned anything important by deliberate eavesdropping?
I caught somebody plotting to kill The President. (Lucky we live in Australia where we have a Prime Minister.)

10. Do you know how to hot-wire a car?
It's not that hard is it? Well I haven't tried for a while but older cars are pretty easy. I once hot-wired my car to get home when I lost my keys having sex on the beach.

Bonus: Have you ever been paid for your sexual skills? What skill(s) did you perform?
I wish. Do you think there is anyone out there who would pay for the use of this dick?

Gemma's Answers

1. Do you know how to pick a lock? Have you ever used this skill to gain unauthorized access?
The only time I can remember trying to pick locks was in high school when we were trying to get into other people's lockers. For the record I would make a terrible thief.

2. Do you know how to open a safe with a rotary combination lock? Have you ever used this skill to gain unauthorized access? What did you find?
I have enough trouble opening a safe when I DO have the combination let alone when I don't. Besides I don't have a lot of friends who are rich or interesting enough to have safes worth looking in!!!

3. Have you ever made a copy of a key you were not supposed to have? Did you use it to gain unauthorized access? What were you looking for? Did you find it?
I have never made a copy of a key but at a previous job I had a master key that I used to go into someone's office one night and cover the earpiece of their phone with vaseline. This would have been a very funny joke if the first phonecall of the day for the unlucky person wasn't one where he was forced to listen to his boss yelling down the phone at him while he had goop all over his ear.

4. Have you ever stolen or guessed a password? Did you use it to gain unauthorized access? What did you do?
I can't recall ever doing this. Jake says that I probably have heaps of times.
Actually I have used my son's hotmail password once to look through his emails. He has changed it since then and I haven't been able to figure out the new one.

5. Do you know how to get data from a computer that requires a password you don’t know?
No I don't know how to do this and I don't think I could bring myself to.
6. Do you know how to record a telephone call? Have you ever done so secretly? Did you hear anything interesting? What?
No, that's why I have Jake. I am sitting here right now trying to think of someone I want to spy on. I can't think of anybody.

7. Have you ever used a webcam or nanny cam to photograph someone secretly?
Well this kind of thing is really Jake's department. Once though I videotaped Mr Fix It and I having a long session of sex. He knew about it though and Jake and Mrs Fix It enjoyed watching it later. They did attempt to do the same thing but they both got stage fright. The big babies.

8. Have you ever used an infrared camera to photograph someone secretly in the dark?
Does looking at photos of people sneaking into water reservoirs while I am at work count?

9. Have you ever learned anything important by deliberate eavesdropping?
Not really but I do find it endlessly facinating to listen to conversations between strangers on trains, busses and at the doctor's etc. Not because I really care about their lives I just find other people's conversations facinating. I really would freak out if I listened to a conversation about myself.

10. Do you know how to hot-wire a car?
Hmmm, short answer, No. I know how to check the oil and the water in the radiator and how to put the fuel in. I could also probably change a tyre if I really had to. I also know how to drive. That is really my total in car related skills.

Bonus: Have you ever been paid for your sexual skills? What skill(s) did you perform?
No I have never been paid although Jake is very fond of saying that he married me because of my oral sex skills.

If you enjoyed this post check out the other confessionals at TMI Tuesday

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Her Vertical Smile

Some of the conversations we have in our house would sound very weird to some people, especially if you were to walk in on the end of them. The other afternoon we were having a coffee with the Fix it's and got to talking about an episode of Catalyst that we had watched on ABC TV a couple of days before. The episode focussed on some sexual disorders that were both bizarre and for the sufferers quite distressing. You can view the episode here.

Of course the natural progession of conversation from that point was various names for female genitalia. This is something I find interesting and I thought I would share with you some of the more colourful terms and our thoughts on them

Pussy: We did talk about wether our parents would have used this stock standard term. I don't believe my mother does. We also don't believe Amish people do.

Cunt: Mrs Fix It doesn't like this one but I actually do. I was chastised once by a very proper English teacher for using the word as an insult to a male. He left me very aware of the 'real' meaning of the word and since then I have only used it in the right context.

Her Vertical Smile: Mr Fix It learned this one from his older brother when he was about twelve. I learned it from Mr Fix It about three days ago. I actually like this one although it is a bit childish.

Hoo Ha: No comment, this could be used by the Amish and probably also my mother

Gash: This is not one that any of us liked much but it was popular back in the day.

Love Tunnel: Really? I had heard this one before it doesn't do a lot for me.

Down there: This should be banned as it leads to some big misconceptions among children.

Slit: That really falls into the same category as Gash

Twat: Kind of the same as Gash but maybe not as offensive

Mut (pronounced moot): Never been sure how to spell this but it is kind of the same as twat.

Like a good joke I have forgotten the rest but I am sure there were more. Feel free to add some more of your own more outlandish ones in the comments section. Nothing like a good horizontal smile to make the vertical smile interested.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Wank Wednesday - Grace

wank wednesday erotic writing challengeAfter a very successful Eroticon the lovely Ruby Kiddell and her Wank Wednesday are back!! The word prompt for this week is "Grace". After you have enjoyed my contribution below make sure you check out the other entries.

If you are still feeling the need for that something extra you can also check out Wanton Wednesday as well. Happy reading!


"Good morning welcome to ITrinity, you are speaking with Jay"
Sometimes when he was at a party Jay wondered what would happen if he introduced himself that way. He never was brave enough to in case the other person then proceeded to unload their computer problems on him.
"I hope you can help me," a woman's voice answered. "There seems to be a problem with my modem."
"Well I will certainly do my best." Jay's automatic response was delivered to different customers with differing levels of sincerity. Something about this woman's voice made him much more sincere than normal. The voices of his customers were like their faces. Instead of responding to the pretty girls with the short skirts that came into his shop he responded to the voices on the end of the phone line as he sat in his cubicle looking at his computer screen.
Jay loved to listen to voices. He almost never watched porn instead he listened to women's voices. He sometimes would pay to listen to a phone sex girl. He didn't care what people said about them being fat or ugly. Once he heard their voice his mind made up the woman to go with it and he didn't care. Sometimes when he was out in public at the shops or walking down the street he would hear a voice and his body would respond automatically whether he could see the owner or not. Sometimes a customer would call him at work and he would get the same feeling.  
Later that night he sat listening to his stereo in the dark and this woman's voice came back to him. Not aggressive or demanding like so many, just calm with dark honey like undertones saying polite grateful words when he solved her problem. With his eyes closed he imagined the woman the voice belonged to. In his fantasy she was a suburban mother. Not the type that has gotten comfortable and frumpy but the type who did Pilates and ate sensibly. Her breasts were full and round and she had that slightly flabby belly that he loved so much. He couldn't see her face, just her full round lips as she spoke into the phone to him.
His cock throbbed as he remembered the tones of her voice and imagined it speaking to him seductively. Slowly he stroked himself lost in the fantasy. In his mind the woman leaned close to him whispering softly as he stroked he could feel her breath on his neck and her hand resting on his thigh. His cock was like a rock in his hand moving quickly up and down. He felt the heat rising in him and then warm waves pulsed through him as his cum spilled over his hand. The fantasy receded and he lay back on the couch relaxing in the afterglow.
The next morning rolled around, nothing extraordinary happened until he answered the phone and heard the voice again,
"I am sorry to bother you but my modem is still not working properly." She was the same as yesterday, restrained and polite but definitely frustrated.
Jay felt his cock stiffen in response to her voice. He was glad of the desk and the cubicle hiding him. "OK then, I am sure we can sort you out."
Together they worked through her issues.  As they spoke Jay had to force his mind back onto his work more than once. The tones of her voice seemed to reverberate through him causing pleasure in the most distracting way. He could feel the urgency of his cock straining against his pants until they finally sorted out her issues. Before he signed off he worked up the courage to ask her,
"I am sorry what did you say your name was?" he had asked her
"Grace," he could hear her smiling as she answered him. "I must say that you have a very sexy voice Jay." Her voice had deepened slightly at that point and Jay had felt his cock throbbing harder.
"Thank you," he had managed to say. "I am glad you enjoyed talking to me."
"Oh I enjoyed it immensely," she had answered in a way that made him frown for a moment. "More than you can imagine." And then she was gone, leaving Jay sitting at his desk intensely horny, with a massive hard on. For a moment he thought of her sitting on her couch fingering herself to the sound of his voice in her head. He couldn't hold back he stood up and made his way to the men's room. Going into the end cubicle he hoped he wouldn't be disturbed. He was so horny that he barely had the door locked before his hand was unzipping his jeans and releasing his cock. The sound of her voice was still clear in his mind as well as the thought of her masturbating on her couch at home. Her voice rang in his head urging him on.
The orgasm came quickly and hard. Gritting his teeth so he wouldn't make any noise he let out a slow sigh as his cum spilled out over his hand.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

TMI Tuesday; Love, Hate and Guilty Secrets.

I am now in countdown mode to exams. Jake was concerned that my time would perhaps be better spent reading text books and preparing exam notes. I must be honest and say writing this post is a whole lot more fun! So enjoy our confessions. Please leave comments if you share any of our guilty secrets and when you are done head on over to TMI Tuesday to check out the other participants.

Love, Hate, and Guilty Secrets. We never mind telling people about things we love or hate, but how about the things we love, but would hate for anyone to find out about?

Well, it’s time to free yourself of that fear!

For each of the categories below, list one thing you love, one that you hate, and then, take a deep breath and tell us something you hate to admit you love.

You’ll feel better for it!

Jake's Answers

I love Apple Pies especially the ones Gemma makes
I hate cheese.
Gulity pleasure: Chocolate because I am really trying to loose weight at the moment 

I love hoodies and short skirts on girls of course!
I hate Teddy lingerie circa 1980's as well as the body suit from the same era
Guilty pleasure: Tracsuit pants made from microfibre and lined. They don't look sexy but they are comfy

I love, The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N Roquelare the only book I ever read properly
I hate Mills and Boons. They should never have been written.
Guilty pleasure: Picture and People magazines.

I love Nikki by Prince
I hate Anything Country and Western
Guilty pleasure: Kevin Bloody Wilson. Very wrong but freaking hilarious. Special mention for Do Ya F%&#k On First Dates

I love The Matrix Trilogy
I hate Pass
Guilty pleasure: Pornos.

TV Show:
I love Dr Who
I hate CSI type shows
Guilty pleasure Pass

Celebrity Crush:
I love Kaley Cuoco who plays Penny on Big Bang Theory, Special mention also goes to Karen Gillan who plays Amy Pond in Dr Who. I would like Gemma to get her hair dyed the same colour.
I hate pass
Guilty pleasure: come back later I might have thought of one then

Music Group:
I love ACDC
I hate Boyz to Men. Boy Bands, teeny crush type bands.
Guilty pleasure

Sports Team:
See Gemma's answers below.
The only time I will watch sport will be if they make sex or pole dancing an Olympic Sport.

Bonus: Sexual position, act or fetish
I love women in short skirts with no knickers
I hate people touching or playing with my balls
I love cum, seeing it in girl's pussies, watching guys ejaculate etc.

Gemma's Answers

I love chocolate cake
I hate tripe. I was once conned into eating it by a Vietnamese friend. NEVER AGAIN!!!
Guilty love: Chicko Rolls. They are so wrong and not really recognisable as a food but YUMMM 

I love my thigh high black vinyl boots
I hate grandma undies
Guilty love: Corsets. I own many more than I should and I would buy many more if it wasn't for the guilt 

I love lots and lots of books and I don't really have a favourite one.
I hate: On principle I have refused to read the Twilight saga
Guilty Pleasure: I used to have a weakness for Jackie Collins books when I was an adolescent.  

I love Blue Monday, the Orgy version on their Candyass album
I hate anything by Weird Al Yankovic
Guilty Pleasure: I grew up listening to 60's and 70's Country and Western Music. I have a love for the music of Johnny Cash

I love: I have a thing for deep and meaningful movies like Cold Mountain but also ones with massive amounts of stupidly gratuitous violence like The Mummy
I hate: Horror movies. I was forced to watch Ammitiville Horror when I was twelve. It scarred me for life.
Guilty Pleasure: Chick flicks like Mona Lisa Smile. 

TV Show:
I love: Big Bang Theory; "Knock Knock Penny"
I hate: American reality shows like Cops, Wife Swap etc. We know there are a lot of wrong people in the world do we need to watch them on TV?
Gulity Pleasure: In the Night Garden. I am constantly amused by how stoned the writers of this show must be when they are working. 

Celebrity Crush:
I love Vin Diesel especially as Riddich in "Pitch Black"
I hate Jim Carey. He is just annoying
Guilty crush, Angelina Jolie. Need I say more?

Music Group:
I love Powderfinger. "Odessy Number Five" is one of my all time favourite albums
I hate any of these Boy Bands and some of the posy Dance Crews that are around right now.
Guilty Pleasure, Maroon Five (A boy band I know)

Sports Team:
I just hate sport. I don't follow it.
If I have to choose a love the Australian Netball team
I hate with a passion The Broncos
There is no Guilty pleasure in watching sport in this house.

Bonus: Sexual position, act or fetish
I like spit roasting. Funnest thing I have done in a very long time
I hate, agressive women who think they are bisexual but don't know how to be gentle and seductive
Guilty Pleasure: Double vaginal penetration. Something I want to do over and over again.

Monday, April 9, 2012

My Double Life

I have a cat that thinks 4.30 am is a good time to claw on the window and ask for breakfast. Most days I can manage to let her in and fall back to sleep.  Some days I find myself watching the dawn and musing over the problems of the universe. I recently had one of these days and found myself turning over how without intending to I find myself leading a double life. Of course I am not alone with this situation. It seems almost anyone who has ideas that a slightly different from the white picket fence norm have a double identity to some degree. Last night I read a blog post by the ever sexy Jack and Jill which discussed some aspects of their secrecy around their blog and Twitter lives.

Until about four months ago I was at a point in my life where I was getting very casual about who did and didn't know about Jake and my sexual choices. We regulary invite our play friends to vanilla family events and many of our vanilla friends either know or know enough to know they don't want to know any more. My attitude was that I am not ashamed of what we do there is nothing wrong with it and I didn't really want to lie about an aspect of my life that I consider to be very important. The only part of our lives where we were a little more cautious is with people we know from our children's school. This is mainly because we don't want our children to suffer because of people's predjudices about their parent's ideas.

THEN I started a post graduate degree that will see me employed as a high school teacher in about two years. Obviously Gemma Jones the swinger, sex blogger and perveyor of smut was someone who the parents of my students may not be so keen on and it is unlikely that my teaching peers and supervisors will be as open minded about things as myself. I didn't really think about things too clearly until I started the course but since then I have been making a conscious effort to separate Gemma from Mrs Biology Teacher. This is not as simple as making sure people don't bust me on Twitter or avoiding mentioning my blog in certain circles. Gemma cannot show her face on television or anywhere public that she might be recognised as Mrs Biology Teacher.

It also means that I have to be a little careful when engaging in discussions with peers about certain topics. It is surprisingly easy to make an inadvertent comment about something and then be asked. "How do you know what bisexual women are about?" I recently got into such a discussion with a group of younger students in one of my courses about just such a thing. They were facinated by my opinions and thoughts which were clearly based on personal experience and widespread reading. Fortunatley a lecturer interrupted us and the conversation ceased. On later reflection I realised that it could have gotten rather sticky.

Having to separate the two parts of me completly has had some unexpected outcomes. For some reason Mrs Biology Teacher is rather frumpy and from time to time a bit grumpy. She is the opposite of Gemma. That part of my life has been all consuming lately and I find myself having to consciously go into the wardrobe and put on some Gemma clothes so that I can live a little.

It is frustrating that I have to hide something so vital in my life. It is even more frustrating that the reason for hiding it is other people's narrow mindedness and ignorance. I am reminded of a quote I found somewhere;
We all need to look into the dark side of our nature - that is where the energy is, the passion - people are afraid of that because it holds the pieces of us that we are busy denying. 
I never was good at following the rules and I am not all that good at keeping my mouth closed. I am sure that I won't be able to sucessfully live a truly double life for very long. But hopefully by the time the truth comes out people in my new career will be able to see my value as a teacher and realise that my dark side does not affect the way I teach their children.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

TMI Awards

I was extremely chuffed when a Sexy Northern Angel nominated me for a TMI Blog Award. Thank you Andee for such high praise. I truly enjoy reading your posts because they are so honest and often strike places close to my heart!
“The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter.

The rules are stated below.
*Thank the person who presented you with the award.
*Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
*Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.
*Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
*Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
*Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog."

So according to the procedure I have thanked Andee and will thank her again.
If you would like to see a little glimpse of Andee and read the wise words of a sexually adventurous woman please visit her blog at; Sexy Northern Angel
And now according to the procedure I have to share a little story. So here goes;

Jake and I had met a couple through a dating website. I had met Mrs Rabbit for coffee and we had agreed to have dinner at our house and I thought we had agreed that if everything looked good we would have some adult after dinner entertainment.
They arrived on time, we had a nice meal and talked, and talked and talked. Through our secret signal (he went and cleaned his teeth!) I knew that he was good to go. I reasoned that they were interested because if they weren't they would have made their excuses and left.
Wouldn't they??
So I made some subtle advances, hand on Mr Rabbit's knee, leaning in closely etc. Nothing.
I got a little annoyed at this point because we had children to attend to the next day and I didn't want to spend my night talking so I tried a more direct approach.
While making coffee I asked Mr Rabbit very pointedly if he wanted anything ELSE with his coffee.
Still nothing. After coffee was served I decided enough was enough and made a pointed comment about people who couldn't pick up on a hint.
Suddenly we were fucking.
We went on to have a long intimate relationship with Mr & Mrs Rabbit. I never let Mr Rabbit forget that slip and then he never forgot to ask if there were extras on offer when I made him a coffee!

And now I have to present an award to 5 - 10 other bloggers.  Some of these people may have already recieved this award. They are just extra interesting!

Molly's Daily Kiss. I don't get a lot of time to read blogs but I can always be guranteed to find something new, interesting, thought provoking and erotic here
Rebel's Notes I love Rebel's writings they are a bit like Molly's but she has her own unique style and her writings give an insight into her lifestyle which I find endlessly facinating.
Naughty Sundays These guys hail from the same town as me although we have never actuall met :( This blog is mainly pictures and videos but they are HOT HOT HOT and I love the way they share.
Frisky in the 916 I know these guys have been nominated already but I really do enjoy their sharing nature and the way they present both sides of a story. I ALWAYS read their TMI Tuesday posts.

So check out these peeps and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
And thank you again Andee for nominating me.