Monday, September 30, 2013

TMI Tuesday - What We Do For Sex

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The things we will do just to get some sex....... 

1. Why do you like sexting or virtual sex (chatting, skype etc)?
I don't mind sexting especially with a new partner or as a warm up for a play date. The banter and exchange of innuendos is stimulating and can get the juices flowing but I don't really like virtual sex at all. I have done it a few times but it really doesn't do anyting for me. The same goes for sex chatting, it just seems to contrived and fake. I would much rather send a few dirty messages about what I am going to be doing in a few days and then do it in the flesh. 

2. When you're about to "get busy"... get down and dirty, you know, have sex, do you like to be undressed by your lover or take your clothes off yourself. 
I never actually thought about this specifically but I think I prefer to take my own clothes off. I am not very good at letting people do things for me and having someone undress me feels kind of weird. 

3. What is the most desperate thing you have ever done for sex. 
I can't think of anything desperate that I did for the act of sex. I think like many teenage girls I have had sex or performed sexual acts because I was desperate for a particular person to notice me. But that is another thing entirely.

4. Libido booster drugs for women (viagra for women) will hit the market soon. Are you interested in trying the,? Will you take the new drug (s)? Why or why not? is a common misconception that Viagra is a libido booster. It is in fact an erection booster. If a man is not aroused he will not get an erection no matter how much Viagra he takes. In addition Viagra is actually relatively dangerous if it isn't taken with appropriate caution.

Having said that if the drug were genuinely a libido booster rather than a drug that makes your body ready to deal with the libido that you already have then it would be interesting to try. I don't think I would use it routinely though. I have enough trouble making time for the sex I want to have now.

Bonus: If it were legal in your country / communit to visit a 'sex box' would you?
Well as a woman I generally don't have to visit a prostitute for sex. Although if there was an easily accessible system whereby I could pay for no strings attached sex and the provider was good at their job and they took instruction well there could be merit in it. Unfortunately these things are not as common.  
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Revealing Nudity


This week's prompt was nudity;


The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar; the glimpse of her naked back reflected in the mirror tempted him. A gentle push opened the door fully to reveal her sitting on the bathroom sink naked from the waist down. Her knees were pressed together and her hands pressed into her lap as she looked at him. Big blue eyes watched him nervously as he took in all of her in the flesh for the first time in weeks. He noticed everything about her, the way her teeth caught her bottom lip, the way her nipples poked against the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Hello Daddy," her voice quavered a little.

"Hello sweet," he answered fighting against the desperate urge to command her to kneel in front of him and greet him in the way he normally expected. His cock throbbed at the memory of her lips wrapped tightly around him, welcoming him eagerly, the command rose automatically to his lips ready to slide out until his eyes fell on the pink razor sitting innocently on the sink beside her. He stepped into the room, positioning himself in front of her, for a moment his gaze was distracted by the reflection of her buttocks resting on the white porcelain. He had a fleeting memory of those buttocks presented nicely in front of him waiting for him to slide his cock deep inside her. He inhaled sharply, it had been too long. He vowed that he would never let himself be away from her for that long again. 

"Let me see," his voice broke the silence. She looked up at him, pleading silently. This had been a much harder task for her than he had anticipated. Even though she had no reason to groom herself that way in his absence she had begged him more than once to be allowed to shave, saying the growing hair made her feel ugly and unclean. He reached forward and removed her hands from her groin. He was rewarded with a peek of dark hair curling slightly over her mound. 

"Open," he commanded gently. 

Her legs fell apart pulling away her outer labia. He caught the scent of her cunt and noticed the sheen of moisture covering her pink folds. It had definitely been too long. His fingers deftly opened his trousers, freeing his aching cock. He took another step forward until his body was between her legs. He rested the head of his cock against the damp curls of her pussy.

"Did you miss me?" he asked. It took all of his concentration not to plunge himself into her warm, wet depths.

"Yes," he could hear the hunger for him in her voice.

It was all he needed. With one thrust his cock was buried deep inside her. She gave a little whimper as he withdrew slowly before thrusting into her again. He touched her swollen node with the tip of his finger. Its eager hardness pushed his excitement to further heights.
"Come on my cock," he commanded.

His finger moved slightly and he watched her face intently as the familiar expression formed. With a sigh she came oozing hot wetness over his cock, his orgasm followed almost automatically. With a quiet grunt he held her close as he pulsed his cum into her. For long moments he allowed himself to hold her body against his inhaling the long absent smell of her hair before he stepped away from her allowing his cock to slide out of her. 

He picked up the pink face washer that was draped over the basin and wiped away the dribble of cum that had formed at her opening.

"Are you ready," he asked her.

She nodded, her eyes watching his every movement intently. He reached out and picked up the pink razor and took the first stroke against her mound. Small dark hairs fell to the floor as he continued to stroke her pussy with the razor, removing the hair she had grown in his absence to reveal the smooth skin underneath that he remembered so well.

When he was satisfied with her mound he pushed her legs further apart. More relaxed and trusting now she tilted her hips a little, opening herself up to him further. With one hand he pulled open her labia to reveal her inner moist folds. Carefully he slid the razor upwards, with the blade passing tantalisingly close to her most sensitive spot. He felt her tense in fear and anticipation. The smell of her sex became stronger and he felt a responding twinge in his own groin. A bead of moisture formed at the top of her opening and he felt a pang of thirst for her juice. He applied the razor to her other side, taking just as much care to remove every single hair as he had with the first side. 

When he was finished he slid his fingers over the smooth skin, checking his work. She held herself still, her hands clasped beside her thighs, waiting.

"You did well," he praised her as his fingers strayed towards her slit. Her eyes widened as he slipped his fingers inside her curving them upwards to tease her further. He kneeled down and pressed his face between her legs finally, allowing himself to taste her juice. She whimpered in pleasure as he lapped at her folds, exploring every crevice with his tongue, teasing her with his fingers as he stroked her with his tongue. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. A warm jet of liquid covered his hand as he sucked.
Pleased he continued to tease and tantalise as her cries became louder. Juice covered his face and he drank it thirstily. He coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her as her juices flowed harder and faster soaking his face and chest. His free arm was wrapped around her hips, holding her close to his faces fighting her when she tried to pull away. Only when he was satisfied that she had reached her limit and then gone beyond it did he pull away from her to stand over her slumped in a quivering, whimpering mess on the bathroom sink. 

Gently he picked her up and carried her to the bed where he laid her on the crisp white sheets. She smiled drunkenly up at him as his fingers stroked her smooth, naked mound.

TMI Tuesday - Taboo, Tickles and Fantasy

This week's TMI questions were submitted by contributors as a response to the bonus question on 16 July. For a roundup of this week's contributions check out the TMI Tuesday blog.  

1. Contributed by; Property of Potter
 What strange areas of your body are ticklish?
I am not especially ticklish anywhere on my body even on my feet. From time to time when the conditions are right I am a little ticklish on my feet but generally I am not really responsive to tickling.

2. Contributed by; Fox in the Flowers
What is something you are interested in sexually but only on a purely fantasy level? Something you think about bu could never fully act on.
Normally I am not interested in age play or younger men. However I do fantasise sometimes about taking the virginity of a young very shy guy. This isn't something that I would anticipate ever doing but one of Jake and myself's key rules is 'Never say never' 

3. Contributed by;
If you could have a week of the best sex ever in human history but you had to have a fish head as your head for the rest of your life after that week, what would you do?
I think I would say no. I am not sure how you would decide that the sex is the 'best sex ever' Sex is like wine, the best sex is the sex you are enjoying with the people you are with right now. It is hard to compare one sexual experience with another objectively. Consequently I think I would turn down the opportunity. I like my head and I am happy with my sex life the way it is. I think I have pretty good sex quite often. I am sure that wouldn't happen if I had a fish head!

4. Contributed by; Sexuality Sanctuary
What do you consider taboo and have you ever ventured into this territory? Was it great, good, bad or horrific?
I am currently training to be a Biology teacher. Often when I tell people this, especially potential sex partners, there is interest in being naughty with the teacher after class. I have blogged about my thoughts on this here. I feel very strongly about this and there is no way I would cross this line. Not just to protect my career but also because I feel very strongly about my responsibility to my students. 

5. Contributed by; Shadowed Seductress
 What part of your body do you consider the most unusual that you enjoy being stimulated.
I love having my lower belly stroked and rubbed during the first part of sex. It makes me feel very decadent and can turn a "I need to go to sleep now" into a "Let's get busy" in a matter of minutes!. 

Bonus: Contributed by Her Private Island
If you could make a porn film/ video with any celebrity and why? and I have been enjoying a television series called Vikings which depicts a historical Viking Warrior - Ragnar Lodbrok who was one of the first Norse warriors to raid England. The actor who portrays Ragnar is an Australian Travis Fimmel;
I would love to make a porn film involving lots of animal skins and gratuitous sex that is sometimes featured in this series. 


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

TMI Tuesday - Fill In the Blanks


1. My Passion Project is writing.
I started writing to share the story of my my journey with other people. I dream of being paid to write but at the moment I am happy just to share my stories and know that they bring pleasure to people. 

2. In the morning I hate to deal with people who won't get out of bed
I have always been a morning person. It does irritate me when there is a need to get to a bus on time or to school on time that people seem to think that there is no need to get out of bed and get moving

3. If my pole were bigger I would like it.
In my pergola I have a pole dancing pole that I use for practise. For a home pole it is reasonably tall but I do wish from time to time that it was a bit taller.

4. Please don't eat loudly close to me.
I really have an issue with people who eat loudly. It is something irrational that I can't really control. Until recently I thought it was must me being weird but apparently it is an actual mental condition. Misophonia you can read all about it in Wikipedia.

5. I have had strange things happen to me but being sent random cock shots from people I have never spoken to is the worst.
Most women who have an online sex account wether it is on a dating website, Twitter or Facebook have probably recieved a shot of an erect penis that belongs to someone they have never spoken to. I don't really understand what guys think that is going to achieve. Clearly they are so proud of their organ that they can't begin to understand that women won't automatically want to fall on their knees and worship it. Also they completely lack the ability to even perform the common courtesy of saying hello and introducing themselves at the start of a conversation. I would be very curious to know if there are any men out there who have sucessfully managed to impress a lady enough by doing this that she actually made a date and they actually had real life sex. You know the penis in vagina kind with sweat orgasms and the rest?

6. Baby that feels good. Will you scratch my back?
MMMMM that does feel so good. Especially while you are fucking me from behind. And then grab my hair and pull my head back while you bury yourself deep inside me and......

Bonus: What is the one thing you do to make yourself (and only yourself) happy? This is something that you do that makes you feel uplifted and blissful when you get done and something you can repeat often. 
I thought long and hard about this one. The truth is that I can't think of something that I do often, or even irregularly that is purely for my benefit and not at least partially for someone else's benefit. That does sound a little sad. The closest thing that I could think of is that from time to time I do treat myself to a fucking session where I close my mind off to thinking about pleasuring the other person too much. It is a very decadent experience. In fact I am thinking I might plan for something like this very soon. 

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Sunday, September 15, 2013

To Share or Not to Share?

A couple of years ago Jake and I contracted Chlamydia. To this day we don't know exactly how or who from. At the time the inability to pinpoint where it had come from played on our minds a lot. We were concerned with two things. Firstly that we might infect other people and secondly wanting to know how we contracted it so we could avoid that situation again. We never really found the answer to either of these questions but our research and reading taught us that wearing a condom for penetrative sex is not the be all and end all of safe sex.  

We chose to be responsible and notified all of our partners. We felt as if we would become pariahs and cast out in the same way as lepers were in the Bible. This turned out to not be the case and we got mostly positive feedback from people who were grateful for the heads up. We also chose to be completely up front with our GP about our lifestyle choices. This turned out to be a good thing. He was open minded and gave us some information that was helpful. Being a cautious man he advocated a complete barrier approach to our play. We decided that this approach was a bit like an abstinence based approach to contraception; very safe and likely to achieve the goal of zero infection but not a whole lot of fun. In life you have to take some risks. The trick is to decide which risks are acceptable and manage the rest accordingly. This is what we did.

We increased the frequency of our STI screens and considered partners more carefully. Things went well but after two years of clear results we were presented with a second positive result. This time we kind of felt a little bit cheated. We had done our time why did we have to go there again? This time the number of partners we had to discuss things with was quite small but we still found ourselves asking the same questions, where did it come from and where did it go? In the back of my mind another question lurked. If we have had this happen to us twice in the space of two years why is it that we have never been contacted by another person with similar news? Are we the only ones getting tested? Are we the only ones brave enough to admit our 'positivity'?

According to the Australian Bureau of Statistics in 2011 79, 833 cases of Chlamydia were reported which is a rate of 435 per 100, 000 of population making it by far the most reported STI in Australia. Considering that many people never experience symptoms and can happily spread the disease without knowing they are it makes you wonder exactly how many people actually do have Chlamydia in Australia. A well quoted Dutch study found that Chlamydia and/ or Gonorrhoea (I wish these names were easier to spell!) infections in swingers was about 10%. This means by the law of averages we should have been contacted at least once or twice during this time with this kind of news. But we weren't. I chatted about this with a friend who is also 'in the scene' he commented that I was the only person who had ever told him this kind of thing. We both agree that I am an oddity. I feel that most people get tested at least occasionally. Our GP recommends a three month schedule which we follow. I am certain that in the swinging world we are in the minority.

And so we have taken our medication, had the awkward conversations and now we are almost at the end of a four week stint of strict barrier / avoiding risky activities like oral sex regime. And that is with each other. It has been an interesting few weeks. We have worked through some frustrations and the negative emotions associated with being infected and feeling dirty and learned to be creative about encounters together. It has been fun spending the time focussing entirely on each other and cutting ourselves off from the rest of the sexual world has been enlightening and at times intense. I am very much looking forward to getting my clearance this week but I think my re introduction to the world of extra marital sex will be slow and cautious. I am keen to have more adventures but I think the grown up in me has managed to convince me that the negatives are not always outweighed by the positives.      

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Fifteen Years

Something for the weekend
Yesterday was Jake and My wedding anniversary. We have been married for fifteen years and together for a total of sixteen. Like all marraiges it has had its ups and downs. Like wine we have aged together and are starting to reap the rewards. I wrote this peice in an attempt to describe our journey.

Sixteen years ago I met a boy at a dance class
He asked me to dance and even though I was more interested in his friend, I said yes.
His friend turned out to be gay.

A few classes later he asked me for my number
Later that night he called me and woke me up, then we talked for hours.

After we started dating I told him I didn't want to have sex for a few months.
He wasn't sure what to make of that idea so he took me camping at the beach
We didn't have sex while we were camping but within five minutes of being home his dick was inside my pussy.

He asked me to marry him because he said I give good head
I said yes because he had a big dick

Time went by, jobs changed, houses were bought and sold
Children arrived.
There were times when we wondered what we were doing but then we asked each other and found that we really were on the same path after all.

One day he asked me if I wanted to try swinging.
I hid my face under the covers, I was afraid
Afraid of what would happen, of the kind of people we might meet, of the dangers.

After a while I said yes
We found ourselves walking through the door of our first swingers club
Since that first terrifying night we have come a long way.
We have met some interesting people and lived more fantasies than some people ever imagine.

Often men tell me how lucky Jake is to have me
But I am the lucky one.
He holds me close when I am sad
He holds me very carefully when I am angry
He watches from a safe distance when I am flying apart, waiting to catch the pieces and put them back together. 

On our wedding day the priest asked me "Do you love and honour this man for eterinity?"
I said I do.
Today I ask myself if I could imagine an eternity without him.
The answer is I can't.

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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Promises, Promises


This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt was;

I was inspired further by a question from this week's TMI Tuesday"Roll up, roll up! Test your strength! Every player wins a prize!" The little man swung the hammer letting it fall down on the platform beside him. The weight shot up and rang the bell at the top of the stand.

"It's rigged," Steve watched with a slight smirk on his face. "The secret is in the way he hits the platform. It isn't about being strong." We watched for a while as people lined up and hit the platform with all their might but the best effort by the biggest guy only moved the weight half way up the stand.  To add insult to injury the sideshow guy stepped forward and took the hammer from the disappointed man and let it fall on the platform. The bell dinged as the weight shot to the top. 

Steve chuckled. His hand that had been draped casually around my waist, slid lower until it was resting on my ass cheek. As another person stepped up and handed their money over he squeezed me ever so gently. Suddenly my mind was no longer on the suckers lined up to hand over their hard earned cash. I turned towards him,

"Don't make promises that you can't keep," I looked straight into his eyes as I pressed my body against his, rubbing my crotch against his thigh.

"Who said I was promising anything?" He pulled away from me and led me down sideshow alley.

"Let's go in here," he indicated the Haunted House.

"It is so lame," I protested.

"So," his eyes challenged me.

"Whatever!" I shrugged. We stepped inside, past the fake skeleton that jiggled unconvincingly, and under the spider's web that dangled from the ceiling. The corridor we were in took a turn to the left blocking off the light from outside and cloaking us in dimness. Fog spewed out of a fog machine in the corner hiding us more as Steve pulled me to the side and leant me against the wall. 

Away from the people walking through the attraction and covered by darkness and fake fog he kissed me. My mouth opened automatically as his tongue explored me. His hand slid up my shirt and eased my breast out of my bra. His fingers squeezed my nipple, as I whimpered into his mouth a trickle of wetness started between my legs. Then he pulled away from me and took my hand, pulling me back into the stream of people. I stumbled a little as I followed, still dazed by the onslaught to my senses from his hands and tongue. As we followed the rest of the twists and turns laughing at the lame attempts to scare us and the shrieks from the thirteen year old girls in front of us his hand rested on my ass, reminding me of how he liked to grip me there when we were fucking. All I could think about was his thick hard cock buried deep inside me grinding me into the mattress while his hands gripped my ass giving him the leverage to press himself deeper into me. 

We rode on the Ferris Wheel. I hate heights but he convinced me. Once our little gondola was clear of the ground and the eyes of the crowd he unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand inside. I forgot about the height as his fingers slid down into my slippery wet slit and teased the sensitive node resting there. I wished I wasn't wearing jeans as I opened my legs as wide as I could and his finger slipped down further to slide inside my cunt. I didn't even look out at the showgrounds beneath us as he finger fucked me. All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me immediately. Then we were back at the bottom. He pulled his hand out and I quickly zipped my jeans hoping no one would notice. All I wanted was to go somewhere and fuck. I didn't care where. I didn't even care how many people saw us fucking. I just wanted the sweet feeling of Steve's cock pumping into my aching cunt.

But he made me walk through all the pavilions looking at cakes and knitting and kid's schoolwork and chickens and pigs and stupid cattle. Every time we passed a quiet alleyway I hoped he would turn down there, push my jeans down around my knees, bend me over something and fuck the life out of me. He never did. He just walked around looking at animals and making conversation with people we knew. Every time the aching need for him began to subside a little he would squeeze my ass, reminding me. As we stood, watching the woodchop he leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"I can't wait to bury my cock in that sweet, wet cunt of yours when we get home,"

I almost swooned. When I went to the toilet I looked down at my knickers. They were soaking wet with a line of white pleasure. Without thinking I slipped my hand between my legs and stroked my clit but it just added to my frustration. I didn't want just a quick orgasm, I wanted, no needed, to be filled with a hard throbbing cock. Nothing else would do.
The afternoon stretched into the evening. Darkness fell, making me even more antsy. Everywhere I looked now there were dark corners in between sideshows and around pavilions. Instead Steve and I sat on the stands eating Dagwood Dogs and watching the Demolition Derby in the ring in front of his. Steve's hand rested on my thigh. Every now and then his finger would stroke the seam of my jeans that ran between my legs. I was almost in agony with my ache for him. 

Just before the fireworks started I turned to him and said,

"If you don't make good on your promises and take me somewhere to fuck me RIGHT NOW I will go home by myself."

His eyes opened wide in mock surprise, "But the fireworks are just about to start," he protested.

"I don't give a flying fuck about the fucking fireworks." My voice was hot with my pent up desire that he had been stroking all day. "I need fireworks in my pants and I need it now!"

There was a pause and I wondered if I would have to make good on my threat to leave by myself. Then without speaking he stood and led me down the stairs and around to the back of the ring where the members of the show committee were allowed to park their cars. Standing in front of one of them he turned me around and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees before bending me over the bonnet of his Dad's ute. I lay there for a moment savouring the feeling of the cold metal against my flushed cheek. The cool evening air slipped around my naked ass and teased my exposed pussy. In the darkness I heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the quiet sound of his zipper. As the first small fireworks snapped into the air his cock pressed against my ass. I could feel how hard he was and my body responded with even more wetness. 

"You want this?" his voice whispered in my ear as he stroked my wet pussy lips with his hard, hot member. 

I ached even more for him and whimpered in response. He pressed the head of his cock against my opening. I wanted to push back against him and impale myself on him but he held me firmly against the bonnet of the car stopping me from moving. His cock slid inside me. At that first pop of his head entering me I groaned. Then the rest of him followed slowly filling me, satisfying the aching need I had been feeling all day. When he was all the way in he stopped. I clenched my muscles around his hardness. I could almost cum just from the feeling of him inside me, almost, but not quite. He started pumping me, slowly but increasing his rhythm as the fireworks crescendoed behind us. 

I forgot about everything except the feeling of him inside me. He reached around and touched my swollen aching clit as his cock slid in and out of me. The first explosion of pent up orgasm exploded through me after the first stroke. I groaned in pleasure but he continued to stroke and pump I came again and again, forgetting where I was crying out in intense pleasure. The fireworks got louder and faster as they neared their grand finale. I could feel the pressure building up in Steve. His breathing got heavier and he gripped my hips as he slammed into me. His balls slapped against my clit, sending me over the edge again. As the fireworks climaxed so did Steve. I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot his cum deep inside me. He let out a long loud groan and his orgasm seemed to go forever.

He collapsed on top of me panting with pleasure and exhaustion. Around us the sound of the crowd starting to disperse brought us back to reality. He stood up and let his cock slide out of me accompanied by a dribble of his cum. In a daze I stood and pulled up my jeans just as Mr Tucker from the next farm walked by on the way to his car. I turned my head, hoping he wouldn't notice who I was. 

"Hello there Jill," he murmured quietly. He didn't stop walking and my cheeks burned red. I was glad of the darkness although it was pretty obvious what we had been up to. I just had to hope he didn't mention it to my Dad.