Saturday, December 6, 2014

A New Beginning

It has been a while since I have posted here. When I first logged on a week ago I was surprised by two things;

1. How long it has actually been since I posted.

2. How many people still stop by.

The first was something that has nagged at me for a long time. At first my posts dropped off because I was honestly too busy just keeping my head above water in a life that had just taken on a radical new direction. As time went by I think I was still struggling for time but more realistically I had just gotten out of the habit of posting. In some weird way it was more comfortable for me to constantly heap guilt on myself for not being committed to a task than to actually get out there and do the task.

The second is something that blew my mind completely. I assumed that once the stories stopped people would move on and find fresh sources of tittilation. I don't actually spend a lot of time trolling around the Internet so I am not aware of any other blogs exactly like mine but in a compulsively self depreciating way I assumed that my style was less than the sheer volume of material out there. Clearly there are people who still enjoy my work. No matter how long it has been sitting in the bowels of the Internet.

Recently I started a new blog. The motivation for this was to change direction slightly, more ramblings, less fiction. It was also a way to test out a different blogging site. Both experiments are working well. I am getting the therapy I sought and I like my new home. And so I am here to advertise my new blogging home. I won't be transferring everything from here to there but I may post some stories from my past ocassionallly. Maybe. Otherwise feel free to stop on by sometime

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Let's Talk Relationships

I have been posting very sporadically for several months now and I dream of the day when I get my life balanced enough to regularly post here again. Until then TMI Tuesday is a way for me to keep in touch with the community so to speak.

This week's questions focus on relationships so here we go...
As always you can check out other TMI confessions at the TMI page. 

1. What is the first thing that pops into your mind when you see an attractive person?
If it is a guy I generally wonder what he would look like naked. The second thing that pops into my head is what their cock would look like,
If it is a woman I generally wonder what their breasts look like. 
2. What is your idea of a dream date? Describe the person and the type of date experience.
I am an old married lady so romantic style dates are not really anything that I even think about these days. These days my dating is more of a sexual encounter so my ideal date involves a few drinks, or a coffee, chatting, flirting, feeling each other up under the table and then finding somewhere a little more private to do whatever comes to mind. 
3. How many serious relationships have you had? Were you in love?
It is hard to remember so far back in my life. After being together for sixteen years I can't remember another relationship other than the one I have with Jake. I guess I might have had one or two others. I was a very serious person back then so I am pretty sure that I thought I was in love with them at the time but it was nothing like what I have with Jake. 

4. How many casual sexual relationships have you had?
Well I always say when people ask me questions like that that a lady never kisses and tells. Trying to seriously answer this question just raises a whole lot of other questions like, "What exactly as a casual relationship?" "Do one night stands count?", "Does meeting someone for coffee and then sucking their cock in a car count?", 
The truth is that I don't have an exact answer. But the total number of people I have had sex with is somewhere between 10 and 100.
5. What will ruin a relationship for you?
Dishonesty. Once a person is dishonest with me I completely lose respect for them. It is probably number one relationship killer. 
Bonus: What is your definition of sexy?
Sexy is not something that can really be defined. It is an attitude and confidence rather than a physical appearance. But like everything you can have too much of a good thing. Over confidence is just and unsexy as a lack of confidence. Sexy people are definitely comfortable in their own skin and comfortable with their faults as well as their positives.  

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Part of Life

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1. We learn from our mistakes. What sex or sexual mistakes have you made and learned from, What was the lesson learned?
Since starting swinging I have learned many things from making mistakes. I think the main things that I have learned is communication is one of the most important things for a functional relationship monogamous or otherwise. I have experienced the consequences of not communicating in my own relationship and also the benefits of good communication. Sadly I have also witnessed the effects of bad communication on other relationships in the scene it is awkward to say the least to witness conflict between a couple at close quarters. 
2. What risk (sexual or not) would you take if you knew you would not fail?
I just need to point out that if you knew you would not fail then it would not really be a risk. But in the spirit of the question I think the sexual risk that I would take would to be involved in a gang bang. I fantasise about this but it scares me a little to be the centre of attention of so many men. It could be a little overwhelming. On the other hand it could be a whole lot of fun, as long as it doesn't turn out something like this. 

3. At what time in your life have you felt most passionate and alive?
My immediate answer to this question is right now. At this moment in time I am more at peace with the crap in my life than I have been ever before. Right not I have a job that is challenging and very stressful but at the same time extremely rewarding. Being in contact with young people constantly makes you see the world from a very different perspective and keeps you young. 
4. What one piece of advice about sex would you offer the virgin you?
Your mother and the Catholic Church have got it wrong. Sex is not just for procreation and enjoying sex is something that God did intend you to do. Catholic guilt is an evil that needs to be eliminated from the world because it causes way to much anguish and unnecessary pain.
5. What are you avoiding?
Right now I am avoiding planning my work for the next couple of months. It is not absolutely essential that I do this planning but it is something that has the potential to make my life much much easier and also to significantly improve my performance. I just need to get motivated. 

6. By what age should you know what you want to do with your life?
I don't think that there is any point when you should know exactly what you are going to do with the rest of your life. You may make a decision about what you want to do for the foreseeable future but as you grow and the world changes around you your priorities change and so you are never going to ever be really sure of what you are going to do with the rest of your life. Besides, I think that being in the same career for the forty or fifty years of your working life could be incredibly boring and limiting. 
Bonus: Do you think you’ve experienced true intimacy in a relationship?
Yes I believe that I have that with Jake now. Most people dont believe me when I tell them that there are absolutely no secrets in our marraige. But there absolutely aren't. It has taken me time but I share everything with him, even the stuff that makes you squirm with embarrassment or the stuff that is icky. He hears it all and it makes us stronger. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Which Do You Prefer

It is that time of the week again. Once you have gorged on this piece of TMI goodness head on over to the TMI page to sample some more confessions. 

Pick one. You must pick one. You can elaborate on your answer if you want, but you must pick one.
1. Are you male or female or other?
For the purposes of being perverse I would dearly love to answer this question with "other" but last time I checked I was a female. Although I can't actually look directly at my genitals! 
2. Dog or cat?
Last time I checked I was a human. However I prefer to own cats rather than dogs although I would be happy with either. Currently I have a cat living with me who is extremely affectionate and loves cuddles which is awesome! 
3. Peanut butter or wasabi peas?
I want to like wasabi peas but I can really only eat one or two before they become too overpowering. Peanut paste (I am Australian that is what we call it) is something I can eat straight out of the jar. Especially the home made variety. It is much better than shop bought ones! wasabi peas
Briefly explain why you made the above choices.
4. Group midnight nude swim or ‘mooning‘ strangers?
Definitely midnight nude swim. Naked swimming is very very sexy and midnight nudity is always fun. Mooning strangers is somewhat childish. 
5. Sneaker Pimps or IAMX?
Sneaker Pimps. Not really into emo music
6. Bologna or Braunschweiger?
Not really sure if this is a question about food or cities.  Either way I am choosing Bologna.
7. Vanilla or kinky?
Vanilla is great when it is an ice cream flavour but when it comes to sex I will choose kinky every time. 
8. Rocky road or chocolate ice cream?
Oh now there is a question about ice cream. I love just about anything chocolate but oddly chocolate ice cream is not that great. I think I would choose Rocky Road out of this pairing but I have said many times that the best flavour for ice cream is vanilla. 
9. Red M&M or green M&M
When I was a teenager I remember there being this convention that each different colour of M&M had a different property, red made you run fast, brown tasted foul and green made you horny. If I was anally retentive enough to separate the colours of my M&Ms I would choose green based on this property.
10. Pepsi or Coke?
Absolutely Coke every time. Pepsi is just a cheap imitation.
11. Mini Cooper or Fiat Abarth?
Mini Cooper. There is no question. It is cute and a classic. And guys who drive them have big dicks. 

12. Pleasure or pain? Why? Explain yourself please.
Hmmmm now really where is the differentiation between these two. There are people who would argue that these two are both sides of the same coin. But pleasure is infinitely more pleasure able than pain. 
Bonus:  Pick one – Participate in the London World Bike Naked Ride or Japan’s Festival of the Steel Phallus affectionately known as Penis Fest properly called Kanamara Matsuri.
There is something about rampant public nudity which I find verry appealing. Humans in general need to become much more comfortable with their bodies and baring their skin. And so while I am all about penis worship I choose rampant public nudity. 

Monday, May 12, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Blankety Blanks

1. My favorite month is September because that is the month that I have my birthday. It is also the first month of spring where I live in Australia and so for us the weather is fantastic in that month. It usually means we can crack out the shorts and bikinis and go swimming for the first time of the season. Although usually you jump in the water and jump straight back out again because it is still really a little chilly! 

2. I love a fresh breeze between my thighs so delicious.

3. I love a good; so many things I could put in this space. I will try to keep the list down but things that spring to mind are; chocolate cake, ice cream, long hard fuck and more recently massage.

4. French toast is what I like to have as a treat for breakfast but chocolate cake is what I want for dessert but when dinner is done and good wine has been drunk then I want to be sat on the table while he kneels between my knees and lifts up my dress and pulls aside my knickers .........

5. The hobby I enjoy most is writing smut but only when I am inspired and the words are flowing. Otherwise I think I my favourite pastime would have to be researching for the stories. 

6. Matt Smith , oh my! You are every Dr Who fan's dream boy. 

But then there was this scientist at "The Science Behind Dr Who" that played in Brisbane recently. I know I have spoken about my weakness for socially awkward guys, this guy had that and he was cute and super smart. Be still my beating heart! 

7. I understand that trying to be all things to all people is harmful to my sanity.

8. Private thoughts happen inside my head. And often they are dirty and completely inappropriate and they have to be squashed back into the place that they came from before they get me into serious trouble.

Bonus: What is it? Explain how you would use it.

I think it is strawberry flavoured body paint which could be heaps of fun when applied in the right place and removed with a tongue. 

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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

TMI Tuesday - How Creative are You?

This week's prompt was inspired by Variations on Normal. The questions were provided by a regular question contributor, Virtual Sin. 

As always you can check out the other entries on the TMI page here:

1. Have you ever had an idea for an invention that you thought would be commercially viable? Care to share a brief synopsis, photo or sketch?

Nothing springs immediately to mind. Usually I make do with what I find around me to deal with the situation that I have at hand. It never really occurs to me to make something long term that would solve the problem permanently.

2. Visual arts: Do you do any painting or drawing? Are you a photographer? Sculptor? Ceramist/potter? Silversmith or other? Share one of your favorite works with us, post a photo.

This question reminds me of a conversation I once had with a pre-teen in the Brisbane Gallery of Modern Art. We were looking at a display of tribal art that included some weaving of every day items. Her argument was that the things we were looking at were utilitarian items that were made to be used and so they couldn't be art. I pointed out to her that just because the item is made to be used didn't mean it couldn't be art. The design, patterning, creativity and visual appeal of the item made it art, even if it was part of an item that is functional. 

With this in mind I am venturing to say that I do create visual art in the form of crotcheted rugs. I have attached a photo of my latest creation which isn't quite finished. 

I am quite proud of the visual appeal of this rug because it started its life as a pile of scrap wool that really had no use.

a. Do you write fiction? Poetry? Share with us by linking to your work.

Yes I write fiction but be warned! Reading my stories requires an open mind. This is a link to something I am currently working on.

b. Do you make up plots, even if you never write them down?

Since I started blogging I find myself having ideas and writing down ideas all the time. A lot of them don't make it past the idea stage but often they do make it onto the blog. 

4. Do you write music? Do you sing or play a musical instrument? An audio clip would be nice :)

In my childhood I learned the piano and I can still play a little bit. But no I have never ever written music in any format. 

5. Do you write computer programs? What do you like most about that?

That is definitely not something I will ever be able to do. Putting together this blog is as technical as I will ever be likely to get. 

a. Do you have a hobby that involves making something? Examples might be woodworking, baking, sewing, etc.

As well as my crotcheting that I spoke about above I am really into cooking and baking.

b. What is the last thing you made?

My latest accomplishment was home made tomato sauce and a bath of apple jelly which has been tasting really yummy on my toast. 

Bonus: What is it? How would you use it? Write a caption.

Despite it's unusual appearance this cucumber will definitely be very useful for a nice fresh salad. There might even be a couple of slices left over for me to put on my face to fix those horrible looking bags under my eyes. 

Friday, May 2, 2014

Work In Progress for the Weekend

A while ago I started writing a post based on an encounter I had earlier this year. As I was writing I had the idea to write a series of posts based on the same character. The story had other ideas and at the moment I have the inklings of either a book or a very long story. Either way I thought I would share some of the story with you today. 

A wrinkle formed in the middle of Zoe's forehead as she noticed the way the dishes in the sink were completely wrecking the perfect neatness of her house. She stepped across the room towards the kitchen pausing beside the breakfast bar to remove her blouse and skirt and fold them neatly over the chair. It really was too hot for clothes. Wearing only a matching g-string and bra she turned on the tap and began rinsing the dishes before stacking them neatly in the dishwasher. She became so absorbed in her task that she did not notice the sound of footsteps on the path outside her doorway. As she bent down to stack the last of the dishes into the dishwasher she felt a pair of hands cupping her bare butt cheeks. For a split second she froze with her heart in her mouth before a familiar voice reassured her,

"Your butt looks so hot in a thong," a thrill went through her as she recognised the voice. 

For a moment she held her position bent down with her butt in the air before her visitor stepped forward and pressed his groin against her. Without saying a word she turned and sank down onto her knees in front of her visitor, she turned her face upwards to look at him like a child waiting for a treat.

"Your lips also look hot wrapped around my cock," he continued as he unzipped his jeans. 

Obediently she opened her lips as he pulled his cock from his jeans and stroked it over her bottom lip. When he rested his semi-hard cock against her lips she opened her mouth wider to allow her lips to slide along his semi hard cock. When her lips reached the base she held still looking up at him with the same wide eyes as she stroked his cock with her tongue encouraging him to grow harder inside her mouth. He put his hands on the back of her head holding her mouth against his belly. The kitchen was silent except for the sounds of his heavy breathing. The fingers at the back of her head twisted into her hair pulling ever so slightly on her scalp. She felt the cock sliding out of her mouth as he held her head stationary. 

He started fucking her face as knelt on the hard tiles of her kitchen beside her neatly stacked dishwasher. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, easing his hard cock in and out of her mouth just touching the back of her mouth and sliding into the opening of her throat. Between her legs Zoe felt the wetness building, saturating the strip of fabric between her legs. His hand gripped tighter pulling her hair just to the point of pain, his thrusts grew harder and the sound of his grunts of pleasure filled the kitchen. Hot desire flooded through Zoe. She wanted his cock ramming into her cunt, she wanted his hot cum shooting against the back of her throat, she wanted to feel his strong hands on her soft butt cheeks and on her breasts as he fucked the life out of her. She wanted it all.

Suddenly the thrusts stopped. A pang went through her as he withdrew his cock and leaned against the bench panting heavily. 

"Your mouth is so good I almost filled it with cum," he said softly. He stroked the side of her face tenderly. "But I don't want to see my cum on your pretty little face today," He reached out and helped her to stand. Silently she obeyed him and bent her over the bench. The stone was cold against her belly and breasts. Her cunt quivered as he spread her legs and moved the fabric of her thong aside to expose her hungry wetness. 

"Someone is a little horny," he murmured as he explored her wetness with his fingers. Zoe groaned and bucked her hips against his hand.

"Patience little one," he soothed as he entered her with his fingers, making wet noises as he fucked her with his hand. Zoe groaned and shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her. A stream of wetness covered his hand and her thighs. 

"Good girl," he encouraged her as he moved behind her hips pressing his cock against her hungry wet opening. She groaned as he entered her, pushing her opening apart slowly. His fingers pressed into her flesh as he withdrew before slowly entering her again. Zoe stretched her arms out over the bench her fingers seeking something to grip as he tantalised her with his long slow thrusts. She gasped and moaned as he slowly increased his rhythm, building up to the hard slamming fucking that she had been craving as she sucked his cock. 

Her cries of pleasure filled the kitchen bouncing around the tiled room with the sound of his belly slapping against her ass.

"You like getting fucked hard like that," he gasped between thrusts.

"Yes," she whimpered against the hard stone of the bench.

"Tell me how much you like my cock," he commanded

"Oh Fuck me hard!" Zoe moaned as the muscles of her pussy clenched around his cock.

"You want to feel my cum?" he asked his fingers gripping her hips almost painfully. 

Zoe tensed, with a pang she remembered how he had pulled his cock out of her mouth just before he came earlier but the thought of his cum in her gave her just as much of a thrill. 

"Yes, yes," she moaned against the bench. 

"Get ready," she could hear the urgency in his voice. There would be no holding back this time. 

Her visitor let out a long low groan as Zoe felt a warm splash on her butt. A second splash followed seconds later before he rested against the bench beside her panting and smiling at her. 

"Fuck I love fucking you," he stroked her face. "Your pussy is so sweet I wish I could keep my cock buried in it all day," 

Zoe stirred against the kitchen bench, not quite ready to move or disturb the delicious warmth that was starting to slide down over her butt cheeks. Her pussy quivered in pleasure. It was a nice starter but the fucking she had just received barely touched the sides. She was just getting warmed up. 

As if he read her thoughts, her visitor smiled at her, "Don't worry," he grinned at her. "I am not finished with you yet." He reached down and stroked her pussy, slipping his fingers into her and teasing the sensitive spot he knew so well. She stirred against the bench, standing up to face him. He took her hand and lead her towards the bedroom. "Let's find somewhere comfortable for you to lie," he murmured. "I need to feel you squirting on my face." 

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Re-Inventing Myself


This week's prompt for Wicked Wednesday is full circle. Reading the prompt I was inspired to write down some thoughts about what has been happening in my life since the beginning of 2014.

I have been mostly absent from the world of blogging for about three months now. As I posted early in the year this has been mostly due to a career change that has caused major upheavals to my life and chewed up a vast amount of my time. Before I started my new position I thought I had an idea of the impact it was going to have on my life. 

I was kidding myself. 

If I was honest with myself back then I think I would have been forced to admit that I knew I was kidding myself. But even then I couldn't have imagined the impact. Not just on my time but on my mental and physical health. As a result I have been forced to take stock of my life and really assess what is important to me as well as what I can realistically achieve in the hours I do have available to me. 

There have been many times in the last few months that I have felt like Gemma Jones is a distant memory of fun times had in my youth. Along with this feeling is that there is a possibility that she will never be resurrected again. I have wondered if it is possible to be a responsible adult making a living at a mainstream job, be a mum and at least have glimpses of the sex goddess that I once was. What is even more frightening is that I have had glimpses of the person I was before Gemma came into existence. I have written on these pages before that once in the dark past I was one of those women who thought sex was just another chore on the extremely long to do list. 

I never really thought about it at the time but being a sex goddess takes up an awful lot of time. There is grooming, wardrobe research, selection and acquisition, research of kinks and construction of wish lists, finding partners in crime and finally actually scheduling and conducting adventures. Some people I have met have seemed to achieve all this while holding down a semblance of a normal job and being a parent but to be fair their job is a lot more flexible than mine. I have days when I don't even get time to pee between when I leave for work at 7.30pm and sometime around 2pm. Let alone send steamy text messages and have long sexy Facebook chats to set up a date with a piece of man-candy. After a day like that all I feel like doing is collapsing in a coma on the couch. I have trouble rousing myself to be a little bit sexy for my husband, let alone turning on a full Gemma act for someone I barely know. 

And so, I found myself wondering how and where I fit Gemma into my life. I didn't want to put her away in the closet like a dress that I have outgrown or decided is not in style any more. But at the same time I was finding it difficult to fit her in with my life as I know it now. In my reassessment of my life I came to the conclusion that there needs to be some Gemma in my life. There also needs to be writing in some format. In being realistic about what I can and cannot achieve I also changed the way I do some things. Meaning that I have rearranged a few things and found some space for writing. This has had a great effect of making me more relaxed and surprise! More Gemma - like!

In the last week or so I have managed to put up a couple of posts on Erotic Adventures. I have also managed to get some ideas out of my head onto my iPad and I am hoping to share them with you all in the coming months. It is still early days of adjusting to the changes in my life. I am hoping that I can maintain my focus and keep everything organised. In time it will become easier and I will have more time to do the things I am passionate about. 

And so my life has in a sense passed through a cycle and returned to some kind of balance. It is not a full cycle because I have not returned to the Gemma of the past. There are elements of Gemma in my life but she doesn't dominate me the way she once did. Over time it am sure she will become more prominent but for now I am happy with her occasional appearance and sneaking cheeky thoughts into my regular day. 

Swinging has also taken a cycle back to a more sedate and intimate style which I find stimulating and relaxing and for now I am happy with that. It fits into my life as I know it now well. In time I know that I will be having more Gemma - like adventures but until then I am happy with the way things are. 

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Fill in the Blanks

This week's TMI was adapted from Friday Fill ins. 

For me it was started by placing the bananas a certain way at my local supermarket.

Behind the tree I sank to my knees in front of him. Sucking the cock of a stranger is something I always wanted to do. 

When it was over he leaned against the tree panting with the force of his orgasm.

Tonight I am looking forward to feeling his thick hard cock inside me. 

Bonus: Describe what this is and what it is used for:

This is the insert from my sex rocker. The rocker is a chair with a changeable insert that is perfectly positioned for self pleasure either in privacy or in the presence of a slected audience. It is the perfect way to wind down after a long stressful day or to tantalise a lover. 

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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Wicked Wednesday - Fantasising about Safer Sex?

This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is focussed on the inclusion of safe sex practises when writing erotica. This is something that a lot of authors discuss amongst themselves and there are definitely a few different ideas about the topic. Part of the prompt was to write a piece of erotica that incorporates safe sex. I have copped out a little and shared my thoughts rather than an erotic piece of fiction. 

When I read this prompt I had visions of writing a humorous story about a germophobe's visit to a swingers club but somehow I couldn't get the thoughts straight in my head. The reality is that I encounter a lot of people in clubs and also at parties who have issues with cleanliness and for them visiting these places is challenging. This isn't really surprising because if you think about it swingers clubs are full of things like couches and beds that regularly get used for sex and so consequently bodily fluids are leaked all over the place. Kind of like a gym. 

Most good places have a supply of towels that are kept clean and so one way of dealing with things is to put down a clean towel like you do at the gym. Unlike the gym though stopping in the middle of a frantic lust filled stopping of clothing to put down a towel can be kind of a mood killer, just like putting on a condom. A necessary evil, yes but not one that most people want to focus on.

When I first started seriously writing erotica I thought a lot about including safe sex in my writing. I felt that I had a certain responsibility to my readers to tell it like it really was. I felt that writing pieces that didn't include safe sex practices was a little bit irresponsible because it was encouraging people to be involved in acts that could cause them some kind of harm. I posed the question in a forum and the responses I got from other more experiences writers put paid to my fears. The general consensus was that our responsibilities as a writer, if we wanted to see things that way, was to tittilate and spark the imaginations of our readers to a more fulfilling sex life. Not to educate them about safe sex practises. 

I am a writer, and a practiser of a lot of the things that feature in my writing. As part of my own preparations for these adventures I have educated myself about safer sex practices. I know a fair bit compared to some of the people in this world but I am by no means an expert. So who am I to give advice to people about what is safe and what is not? I cannot assume safe sex education as one of my responsibilities because I don't think I am knowledgable enough.

So would I include safe sex practices in my writing? The answer is sometimes yes and sometimes no. A lot of my writing is what is sometimes referred to as 'stroke' as opposed to 'story'. Meaning that my stories are purely to arouse people. Personally I prefer the term 'word porn' because that is essentially what it is, porn with words. I am not a massive watcher of porn but I have not seen a lot of videos where the men are wearing condoms and I have seen all of zero movies that feature the participants donning condoms or fumbling for dental dams before plunging their cock into waiting wet vaginas or burying their face into pussies. And so why should word porn be any different. It's function is to tittilate and arouse. If I am doing it right many of my readers will be needing some private time while they read, they don't want to be bothered with details of safe sex. 

However if I am telling a story of someone's journey then things are different. Stopping to put on a condom and dealing with personal hygiene is part of the journey. Then safe sex should be included in the story it is part of it. My responsibility is to tell the story as it is and maybe to include some themes that I think people need to think about more. 

So to answer the question, is safe sex part of erotica? I think mostly no. And I am sorry no I did not rise to the challenge. Although I am still considering my original idea. Who knows what might come to pass once the idea has ruminated around my mind for a while? 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Odds and Ends

1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it. However, you can save time and get your “energy high” by brushing your teeth with a caffeine-infused toothbrush. Would you buy and use this product? Why or why not?

This is a really easy one for me. I don't drink coffee at all ever. I don't even like coffee flavoured things like tirumasu so the idea of a coffee-infused toothbrush doesn't appeal to me at all. 

2. You made a sex list of all the things you’d like to do but haven’t done. The list was lost and discovered by your boss at work. He/she ask if they can help you tick a few items off the list. What do you say?
Ummmmm no! For several reasons the main on being that there isn't a single colleague at my workplace that I would consider having sex with. Especially my boss. Eeeeeewwwwwww! 
3. Sex around the house. Have you ever been bent over the kitchen counter or bent a lover over the kitchen counter and fucked? What did you like most about it? What did you like least?
I have been bent over both the kitchen counter and the bathroom sink. We have a large ceasar stone bench which we 'christened' several times. The main issue I found was that it was a little bit high and made the positioning a little bit awkward. The bathroom sink was much more user friendly. But if you really want a bent over fix I would recommend bending over and placing your hands on the ground in front of your feet. MMMMMMM
4. Sexting…How do you really feel about it?
a. Meh? Not my thing.
b. Can take it or leave it, usually have to be begged to do it
c. I like it, it’s like foreplay.
d. Love it! I’m always sending naughty notes and steamy pics.
e. What’s your number? I have a daily sexting list, wanna sign up?
c. It is like foreplay as long as it is actually foreplay. Meaning that I don't like to sext with people who I am not actually going to meet. But once a date is set and confirmed then let the sexting begin! 
5. What do you love to sniff? Why?
There is a rosemary bush growing near the path from my house to my garage. I love to walk past it and stroke the leaves and smell the scent on my hands. It is a really invigorating scent. My kids hate the smell but I love it. 

Bonus: What is it? Explain how you would use it.

Hmmmmm well it is an interesting object. At first glance I thought it would be an interesting thing to use as a kind of massage tool. The feeling of the cold hard rings sliding over oiled skin could produce some interesting sensations. Then I thought about the alignment of the rings and to my slightly twisted mind it could be used as a type of penis adornment which could be quite, well alluring. 
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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

TMI Tuesday - Shopping List

This week's TMI was brought to us by Virtual Sin. I am sure he won't mind if I take a little twist to the questions he has suggested. So I have answered the questions from the point of view of my vagina. Well as well as I can because she doesn't tell me everything that is going on with her all of the time.

1. Name a category for which you are very fussy and only one product will do. Name the product.
Despite spending a fair amount of time looking at and reading about different types of vibrators the only one I have really ever liked is my el cheapo "Big Red". He is like a faithful friend that can be relied on to come to the party every time. 

2. Name a category for which you are fussy about quality and buy top of the line brands.
I  would have to say condoms. Cheap definitely does not cut it. Especially latex. The best condoms, even though they may be more expensive, are "Skyns". 

3. Name a category for which are the most interested in price and will buy whatever brand is cheapest.
Cheap??? Seriously??? Like I would be interested in anything that is cheap.

4. Name a category for which you are unable to find a satisfactory product.
I would have to say lube. Lube is definitely a very good thing to have on hand and it can turn a bad situation right around. However it would be great if there was such a thing as a water based lube that didn't need to be re-applied regularly. While on the topic of lube I just want to say that flavoured lube does not taste great, and those lubes that warm and cool; keep them right away from my vagina!!!!

5. Name a product that has disappeared from the market for which you have been unable to find a satisfactory substitute.
I can't think of an answer for this one maybe I will think of something and come back with an answer later. 

6. Name a product that you buy that your mother or father used to buy.
My mother and father are strict Catholics and monogamists. I am sure they only ever have sex in the missionary position with the lights off. I am positive that there isn't any thing that I would put near my vagina that either of my parents used mostly out of fear that I end up the same way.

7. Name a product that you wont buy because your mother or father used to buy it.
See the answer to number 6. If I ever discovered any sex related item that they have purchase I would make a point of not buying it. Aside from the fear of turning into the prudes that they are I don't think I could use it without thinking about my parents which is just plain wrong.

8. Name a product that is over rated.
It is not a product but the idea that size doesn't matter is definitely over rated. That is not to say bigger is better. There is a definite range of size that is acceptable. Like Goldilocks says,
"Just right!"

9. Name a product that is under-rated.
Again not really a product but the ability to deliver a quality sensual spanking is definitely something that there is not enough of in the world. 

Bonus: If there was one product that you would re-invent or improve what is it?
As I said in question 4. Long-lasting water based lube. Or maybe a condom that doesn't leave that plasticky or rubbery taste in your mouth. 

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Thursday, March 6, 2014



This week's prompt from Rebel was 


It is probably a little chiche but this popped into my head.

With ferocious glee Tabitha shoved the last of the old clothing into plastic bags and threw the bag onto the pile she had allocated to give to charity. Picking up the broom she swept the last of the dust and debris into a neat pile in the middle of the room. She picked up the broom and swept dust into a pile before sweeping it into a dustpan to carry out to the bin. Finally she allowed herself time to look around the room and remember. As a child Tabitha and her brother had spent many happy afternoons in this attic playing hide and seek among the furniture and trunks. As she had grown up her Grandmother had taken her up here to delve into dusty trunks looking for treasures Granny had collected as a young woman travelling the world. Some of Granny's treasures were so exotic Tabitha could not even imagine the places she would have travelled to collect them. Now Granny was gone and the house had to be sold. All the trinkets and treasures were divided up between the family or sold off. It had broken Tabitha's heart.

Taking a deep breath, Tabitha shook herself out of her melancholy, "What is past is past," she remembered her Granny saying many times, "No use worrying about what could have been. You are better off using your energy to worry about what can be." She turned to take the last of the bags of rubbish down to the bin. Sitting beside the plastic bag she noticed a lamp. A puzzled frown creased her brow. She didn't remember putting it there. Nor did she ever remember seeing it in the Attic. It didn't even look like anything else Granny had collected. But there it was, as large as life sitting in the corner by the stairs.

Setting down her bags Tabitha stepped over and picked up the lamp, it seemed to be made out of brass but it was very tarnished and dusty. Without thinking Tabitha wiped the top of the lamp with her hand, smoothing the dust off. There was a flash of light and suddenly the top of the staircase was filled with a large honey coloured man.

With a gasp Tabitha stepped back in shock. For a few moments all she could do was gape at his smooth well-muscled body. His skin was a dark honey colour and didn't appear to have a single hair gracing his chest. Tabitha had to fight off a strong urge to step forward run her hand over his smooth, rippling chest. Her eyes travelled downwards over his stomach noting the small line of hair that led from his belly button downwards into the loincloth that was tied around his waist.

The loincloth; it was the only garment he was wearing. If you could call it a garment. It barely covered anything. Heat rose in Tabitha's cheeks as she thought for a moment about what the loincloth was trying to cover.  

"You have three wishes," a deep voice sent a melting heat straight through Tabitha's uterus. Suddenly her whole groin seemed to be throbbing. She forced herself to look up into his eyes.

"What?" she was confused.

"You have three wishes," repeated calmly and completely without expression.

"Or?" Tabitha really didn't like being told what to do, or being given ultimatums.

"I will be your constant companion until you have made three wishes." The man pronounced. "I am bound by the genie code to attend the person who rubs my lamp until I grant them their three wishes."

"And then what?" Tabitha continued getting, a perverse pleasure from being difficult.

"I return to the lamp until it can be hidden and found again by another unsuspecting person." The Genie's voice held a very slight note of terseness.

"What if I wish for something you can't do." Tabitha couldn't resist seeing how much she could provoke the Genie.

A tiny frown appeared at the centre of the Genie's brow. It didn't mar the beauty of his features; in fact it made Tabitha even more attracted to him. "I am bound to be your companion until I can grant you three wishes." the Genie continued doing an admirable job of keeping the irritation out of his voice. For some odd reason Tabitha looked down. Was she imagining it or was the loincloth having more difficulty covering the Genie's loins?

"I can't believe it," Tabitha was amazed at the thought. "He is turned on by me bossing him around. Well if that is how he likes it." Tabitha came to a decision.

"I wish there was a spa downstairs waiting for me with scented oil and twenty, no fifty, candles lighting the bathroom.

A muscle flicked in the Genie's cheek, "Done!" he replied.

Tabitha frowned at him in disbelief, "Granny doesn't have a spa!" she scoffed.

The Genie stepped aside and waved his arm over the staircase, "She does now," he replied simply.

Tabitha made her way down the stairs and along the hall to the bathroom. The Genie followed her, almost silent on the wooden floorboards. At the door to the bathroom Tabitha turned to face him,

"If I don't make all my wishes straight away," she began, "like if I think about what I want for a few days. What happens then?"

"I am your constant companion until I have granted you three wishes." The Genie replied simply. Without her even being conscious of it Tabitha glanced downwards. The bulge in the Genie's loincloth seemed even bigger. A wicked inkling of an idea began at the back of her mind. She turned and opened the door. Granny's bathroom had been completely remodelled. In the corner sat a spa big enough for at least three people, four if they were really good friends, or one girl and a huge genie, said the wicked voice at the back of Tabitha's mind.

She turned and looked at the Genie standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "Constant companion?"  She asked, looking at him wickedly.

"Constant," he replied with a completely straight face.

Tabitha turned her back and walked towards the spa. She slipped her shirt down over her arms and let it slide to the floor. The rest of her clothes followed suit. Only when she was about to step into the bath she turned to the Genie. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall behind her. Only the loincloth gave him away, and a slight trickle of sweat forming on his brow.

"Would you like to join me?" she asked as she placed one foot into the water.

The Genie stepped into the room as he made his way across to her Tabitha felt his eyes burning her naked flesh. He stopped in front of her, his smooth honey coloured chest millimetres away from her hard nipples. His eyes were dark pools of lust. Tabitha felt her cunt throbbing and wetness forming over the top if her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat.

"As you wish," the genie reached down and unclasped his loincloth letting it slide to the floor to join Tabitha's clothes. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, pressing his cock against her belly. Tabitha was helpless. He could do anything he wanted to her. All she wanted was his cock. "Or do you wish for something else?" He whispered as he caressed the side of her neck with his lips. With one hand he reached between her legs, to caress her wet cunt. Only his arm wrapped around her pushing her against his hard body stopped her from collapsing in a puddle of lust on the floor. She whimpered, unable to say anything as he stroked and caressed her before sliding his fingers inside her.

He lifted her up and placed her gently into the warm swirling water. "I don't want to use up all my wishes at once," she said as he stepped into the opposite end of the spa.

There was a pause as he settled himself and arranged her legs so that he could stroke her thighs. "If I wish for the same thing it doesn't count." 

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