Sunday, December 29, 2013

Happy New Year (A Little Early)


My family and I are about to depart on a well earned vacation where there will be no cooking, no tidying or cleaning, no telephones and no internet. Just sun, sand, relaxation and recharning of batteries. So I prepared my post for Wicked Wednesday a little early for you. 


On the eve of 2014 it is time to wish you all a very happy New Year.  For me 2014 is promising to be a year of challenges for me. Over the last two years I have been studying education and in November I completed my degree and received my registration to teach. Unlike many teachers I know I have a contract for 2014 at a school that is not too far from where I live. So life is good.

It has been about six years since I abruptly departed the full time workforce under very stressful conditions. In the time since then I have taken the opportunity to spend time with my family and have some experiences that many people dream about but not that many have the opportunity or the bravery to do. But that is not the point of this post.

This post is about 2014. In 2014 I am embarking on a totally different career. I am 41 years old and starting at the ground level of my profession. I know I have not chosen an easy profession but I have learned that nothing worth doing is easy so I am looking forward to both the challenges and the rewards.

Over the course of the last three years Gemma has been born and grown to the point where she has been more like me than, well, me. But with the change in focus from writing smut for most of my day and doing the research that goes along with it to curriculums and lesson plans being Gemma has become less of a priority. I have not changed. I still believe very firmly in non-monogamy and I am still planning to be someone that people wonder about sometimes. Right now I am still working out how to keep all of the balls in the air. The only thing I do know is that I will work it out. Gemma is not dead. I remember life before I started having erotic adventures with Gemma and it was not a whole lot of fun.

And so there may be times in 2014 when the number of posts on my blog may not be as high as I would like but I am still committed to writing and sharing my fantasies and experiences with you. So here is to a year of new challenges, new experiences and a lot of Erotic Adventures.

Rebel is aiming for a record week of participation for her first post of 2014. So there is a bumper crop of entries this week at Wicked Wednesday


Sunday, December 22, 2013

Christmas Wishes from Down Under

To all my loyal readers and those that have only visited occassionally I would like to wish you all a very happy and relaxing Christmas and all the best for 2014. My family and I will be travelling to visit relatives over the Christmas break and we will be enjoying a well earned holiday for the first two weeks of 2014. I look forward to returning refreshed and full of ideas to share with you all next year. 

A couple of weeks ago I posted as part of a TMI response a few comments about the differences between Christmas in Australia and Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere. I thought I would share with you a little clip of a song that is sung in almost every Kindergarten and Primary School at this time of the year that celebrates the differences between Northern and Southern Hemisphere Christmases. 


Happy Australian Christmas to you all and while I am eating cold meat and salad on Christmas Day and looking forward to my beach and snorkelling holiday I will be making plans for celebrating a White Christmas like most of you someday. 

Make sure you visit the Wicked Wednesday page for some other naughty Christmas wishes. 


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Cumshots and Creampies


The prompt for this week was semen and was given by Sassycat.


Jake has this theory about kinks. There are some things that are almost a complete turn off when you are not aroused but when you are highly excited that same thing can be the hottest thing you could think of. That concept kind of sums up how I feel about semen. 

I have always swallowed. Not exactly because I like to but more because I didn't realise that there was an alternative. As I got older it kind of became a trademark thing. I was proud of the fact that I swallowed and most other girls did not. But that was where my curiosity about cum ended. I didn't really have any need to explore any further. It wasn't until much later and I was much older that I began reading and exploring sex as a swinger and blogger that ideas such as facials and cum shots came into my awareness.

I have had a strict no facial policy all of my life. When I was younger I don't recall anyone wanting to cum on me anywhere. Most guys I came across were happy that I would let them put their cum in my mouth. They didn't want to push their luck by asking if they could put their cum anywhere else! However as Jake and I have explored possibilities and fantasies I have come across a few guys who think facials are the epitome of sexual satisfaction. I really don't. Really, really don't. Once I gave a guy permission to cum on my face and it was super-hot. Another quite memorable occasion a man came on my face by accident. He thought I had engineered the situation and I didn't want to rock the boat so I let him think that (Sometimes my need to please anyone and everyone is a little unhealthy). However I am not averse to men putting their cum on other parts of my body such as my belly and my ass. 

More recently I was introduced to the idea of drinking a glass full of cum. Using Jake's analogy from above I don't think there is a level of arousal that I could reach that would make me think that this is hot. At all. When I looked at the prompt for this week's Wicked Wednesday I did some Googling and found a whole plethora of information about making cocktails that include cum as an ingredient. My reaction to these was a little more interested and I am sure that given the right build up and situation I could be persuaded to try one.

Source: Cooking with cum

Jake on the other hand has a much more intense interest in cum. He loves to see cum on me and if the opportunity were to arise in me as well. In particular cum from several different guys. It has been a very long held fantasy of his to fuck me after I have my pussy filled by several different guys. However STI's make this one of those fantasies that is probably going to remain that way. Because when he is turned on I am turned on I find this fantasy kind of hot but I don't think it causes as much of a reaction in me as it does for Jake.  

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Vibrations are the Reason???!!!!

tee shirt_tmi art

It is that time of the week and it is also eight more sleeps until the big man visits but that is not what we are here to discuss. If you are a true TMI addict get your fix by visiting the TMI page

And now the questions.

1. If there is one saying you would put on a tee-shirt what is it?
I am actually a bit of a collector of t-shirts with sayings some of my favourites that I have owned over the years include:
"I am not bossy I just have better ideas"
"The way to a man's heart is through his ribcage" (this one also featured an image of a woman holding a chainsaw)
"I live in a world of fantasy. Keep your reality away from me"
"Friends + Benefits = Awesome"

However I saw something on good old Facebook this afternoon that I think I would definitely like to see made into a t-shirt:

Which is of course a quote from the fourth doctor and one of the most recognisable, Tom Baker.

2. If you were a vibrator, what speed would you be?
Medium. Not too fast, not too slow, just right ;)

3. If you were a vibrator, which description best fits you:
a) Small but mighty
b) Passion prober, gentle, easy, eventually gets you there
c) Big, rugged, pulsating
d) Jumping gyrator, feel it everywhere, you may go numb
 I think I would need to ask some other people who have experienced me so to speak but I would rate myself as a b) which is gentle, easy but eventually gets you there. Although sometimes I lack the patience to hang around and I like to get down to business in a reasonable amount of time. 

4. You must give up a sex / kink act for the rest of your life. Which of these will you give up? Was your decision hard or easy and why?
a) Giving oral sex
b) spanking - giving or recieving
c) Recieving oral pleasure on your genitals
d) Receiving nipple play: nipples, sucked / licked / kissed / fondled, etc.
e) French kissing aka soul kiss
This is actually hard for me to choose, I couldn't really give up giving oral sex, it is just way too much fun. I haven't always enjoyed recieving oral sex but recently I have learned just how damned good it can be with the right person and so I am not prepared to give that up for the rest of my life. Similarly with nipple stimulation, Mainly due to breastfeeding for several years I have been very precious about sharing my nipples but Mr Fix It has changed my opinion on that with some things he has done to me so I am not prepared to give that up for eternity either. So that leaves me with choosing between giving up spanking or kissing. Very hard choice. I love a good spank, not all the time but at the right time. However I think it is easier to give up than kissing so spanking it is. Very vanilla of me I know and in all likelyhood at a different time and place my answer would probably be different.

5. In 10 words or less tell us about your most recent sexual encounter. 
I am going to cheat a little bit here because I could describe the sex that Jake and I had on Sunday morning and it was sexy and fun but I know that you all read this page to hear what I get up to out of school so I am going to describe an encounter Jake and I had on a spur of the moment night out recently; 

Sexy people, flirting, sucking cock, trying not to squirt, being watched. 

OK that is actually 11 words but you get the picture. 

Bonus: "Tis the season of Festivus, it is only 7 days away. The best Festivus tradition is to "Air your grievances". We don't have time to hear all of your grievances so tell us your #1 grievance.
I must admit I was not a Sienfeld die hard so I was unaware of Festivus until I started writing this response. The image on the t-shirt at the top of the page makes a whole lot more sense now. (DUH). Anyhoo my #1 grievance is not in line completely with the tradition of Festivus in that it happened more than a year ago but seeing as I will be spending Christmas with the people in question I would secretly like to air this grievance.
I am particularly peeved that my parents in law travelled over 2000 km to attend my 40th birthday celebrations and my own brothers, despite being given at least 9 months notice of the date and both living a whole lot closer, did not see fit to make an appearance. Nor did either of them bother to even come up with a decent excuse. So that is my grievance. I think it will remain buried but needless to say it doesn't help me to be particularly keen to go out of my way for them at this point in my life.  


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Are You Up For It


This week's prompt features phone messages;


The prompt also had some restrictions. Stories written as a result were to be restricted to between 500 and 750 words. This is what I wrote, please let me know what you think. 

The couch springs squeaked in protest as Sue flopped down, completely drained from her day. Her shoes clattered onto the floor beside her and she reached into her handbag to retrieve her phone. Idly she scrolled through her messages not really inspired by them, until the third one made her completely forget her day, her aching feet, her irritation at her boss and frustration with her co-workers. Her heart raced as she read the words on the small screen,

Six thirty, my place, you me, some rope and a blindfold. Are you up for it?

She imagined herself lying there in the darkness unable to see, bound, naked, waiting for something or someone or maybe lots of something's, or several someone ones or even several someone's with several some things. The possibilities were endless. Almost before she realised it she had replied.


Seconds after she had pressed 'send' a reply came through.

Don't wear any underwear on the bus. I want to think about you travelling here with a naked pussy, getting wet thinking about what I am going to do to you.

Sue reached down and pressed her fingers between her legs through the fabric of her skirt and knickers. She moved her fingers back and forth stimulating her already aroused clit through layers of clothing and the folds of skin covering it as she contemplated what she was going to wear on the bus. Completely forgetting her tiredness she made her way to the shower and turned on the water.

Less than thirty minutes later she was sitting on the bus, her coat was tied tightly around her body and her knees were demurely crossed. Her nipples grazed pleasantly against the satin lining of her coat hardening as the bus jolted down the road. Her newly shaved pussy chafed pleasantly against her thighs as she looked out of the window trying to distract herself from thoughts of the evening to come.

Her whole body felt as if it were electrified. Every movement of the bus rubbed the satin lining of her coat against her naked scrubbed skin, the pressure of her crossed legs against her pussy kept her constantly aroused. Her phone pinged;

Are you on the bus yet?

She considered not answering and teasing him a little just to even the score. She looked around, all the other commuters were totally oblivious to everything, plugged into their white headphones and absorbed in their evening papers. Quickly she pulled the neckline of her coat open and snapped a photo of her bare breast nestling inside her coat.


She typed under the photo and smiled to herself as she pressed send.

The door swung open almost immediately after she had pressed the bell. He was dressed in jeans with no shirt. As always she was enticed by the fine line of hair on his lower belly leading downwards, giving promises of what she would find when she followed the 'snail trail'. She noticed the bulge in his jeans and she pulled her coat open slightly to hint at the nudity beneath it.

"Hello," she greeted him with a smile, all the time fighting the urge to kneel in front of him, open his jeans and take his cock into her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the neckline of her coat as he reached out and took her hand. He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Hello," he took her hand and led her through the doorway and down the hallway. The heels of her shoes clicked on the wooden floorboards before he led her into a dim room. "We are almost ready for you," he murmured as he reached for the black velvet blindfold that hung over the back of a chair beside a length of red silk rope. She suppressed a shiver at the word "We"

The room plunged into darkness as he covered her eyes. With her heart hammering and her legs almost giving way under her she waited patiently while he adjusted the fabric over her eyes.

"Are you ready?" his gentle voice was in her ear as he kissed the side of her neck and slid his hands in front of her to untie the belt of her coat.

"Yes" she found it hard to speak as her coat opened and cool air kissed her skin.

"Well then, let's begin." 

 To see who else is being wicked this week head along and check out the Wicked Wednesday page at Rebel's Notes.