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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