tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701Fri, 24 Jul 2026 06:00:59 +0000sexeroticafantasywomenfantasiesmenvibratorsadultdreamsmasturbationorgasmthreesomeswomanThe imaginings of a woman just hitting her sexual stride...http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)Blogger31125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-2048959968526375444Sat, 04 Sep 2010 12:55:00 +00002010-09-04T08:55:17.003-04:00Outside it’s dark, wet and damn cold. Inside the car it’s dark, and damn cold but at least it’s dry. “Tell me again how you lost your wipers.” “I have no idea!” I say with exasperation. “There were there when I arrived and now they are gone.” Running into you in Sears was a pleasant surprise in an otherwise stressful day of shopping. After a brief explanation of why I was wandering around thehttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/rite-of-passage.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-5800561186510260314Thu, 02 Sep 2010 00:23:00 +00002010-09-04T08:19:48.671-04:00All I had wanted was a cup of tea; specifically, a venti Starbucks chai tea latte. The heater in the hotel room kept me up all night and I was not functioning at my best. A good hot, sweet cup of tea would cure what ails me, and let me focus on the work ahead. I texted you, “I need tea”, fully expecting you to tell me to get off my ass and get it myself. You had, in fact, successfully avoided http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-was-not-supposed-to-be-booty-call.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-675487910920894341Sat, 08 May 2010 16:25:00 +00002010-05-08T12:25:24.908-04:00A text: Do you have 15 minutes? Yes. What’s up? Ding dong. I open the door and see you, tapping your foot with impatience. I’m confused. “Why are you texting me if you are on my doorstep?” You don’t answer but step into the house and kick the door closed behind you. Grabbing my shirt, you yank it open. “Hang on just a minute!” Ignoring me, you shove me against the wall and kiss me. I’mhttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/hard-and-fast-and-deep.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-5899101256965916330Wed, 05 May 2010 03:00:00 +00002010-05-04T23:00:23.196-04:00dreamsorgasmsexI dreamed of you again last night. I awoke warm and wet. I recall snippets of the dream. You, naked and pliant in my bed. Relaxed. Happy. Hard. Time does not exist in a dream. I am free to indulge all my senses; to explore your body, the way you feel, taste, and smell. I’m free to listen to the small noises you make when I do something you like, when I accidentally tickle you; or the way your http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dream-little-dream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-3866823271650162607Fri, 26 Feb 2010 02:26:00 +00002010-02-25T21:26:22.360-05:00masturbationsexvibratorsA challenge has been issued. Apparently a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, here are my one thousand words. You tell me if a picture could encapsulate the following. Picture this. We are stuck in the rinse cycle of the car wash. My feet are up on the dashboard, my legs bent, knees falling out. My hands are between my legs and I’m about to come. We have been stuck for about ten minuteshttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2010/02/1000-word-challenge.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-5912480252667766708Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:10:00 +00002010-01-03T19:10:01.211-05:00“I brought you lunch.” “Thanks. Give me a couple of minutes. As you can see, I’m in the middle of something here.” That I can see. You are under the hood of your car, doing heaven only knows what. Putting the lunch on the workbench, I open up the containers of soup and unwrap the sandwiches. “I’m going to get started without you. I’m starving and my soup will get cold if I don’t.” “Sure. Ihttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-your-hands-to-yourself.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-1529359202236263245Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:59:00 +00002009-11-30T21:59:13.261-05:00He motions for her to sit down. Whoever he is talking to on the phone is not giving him much opportunity to contribute to the conversation. “Who are you talking to?” she whispers. Covering the mouthpiece with his hand he says, “Jayson.” She rolls her eyes and gets up to go. He could be on the phone for hours. It’s a shame because she has the sort of itch that he is usually very good at http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-upon-time-woman-issues-challenge.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-3984230392302845197Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:23:00 +00002009-10-26T21:23:53.314-04:00As you can see, my latest story is written from the male point of view. How did I do? It was an interesting and enjoyable exercise. Putting myself in the place of a male was surprisingly erotic. I think I would like to be a man for a day or two. Imagine the things I could get up to! Perhaps there is a story there. A little magic, a lot of sex.... hmmmmm, the options are endless.&http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-you-can-see-my-latest-story-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-183853946009390071Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:11:00 +00002009-10-26T21:19:00.259-04:00Almost all day today she has been sending me one after another of her damn stories. The woman drives me crazy. Right now, I’m frustrated and horny and I don’t think I like her very much. She may have had the day off to do whatever - well, I know what she did, because she told me in graphic detail - but I had to work. It’s difficult to concentrate on the bottom line when you have had a hard on http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-all-day-today-she-has-been.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-5403919948440396370Wed, 07 Oct 2009 00:07:00 +00002009-10-18T14:07:33.378-04:00eroticasexthreesomeswomenThe bar is crowded. It’s hot and the press of bodies makes it difficult to find a way to the bar. After pushing her way through, Eve sees her friend, who has despite the crowd managed to find not one, but two seats. She drops into it with a sigh, and hangs her bag on the nifty little handbag hook by her knee. It’s been a long couple of days. Who thought entertaining business clients could be so http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-upon-time-in-bar-not-so-far-away.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-1630221462130124603Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:52:00 +00002009-09-20T21:56:34.916-04:00It’s lunch time, I have my feet propped up on my desk and you have just interrupted me. I had been reading a dirty romance novel. My favourite.The heroine has just seduced the hero in a rather well told piece of smutty story telling. I’m a little damp in a secrets girl’s place. And now YOU come knocking on my door asking a question that will require major re-routing of the blood back to the brainhttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-apon-time-on-office-desk-not-so.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-4136135431813001912Sat, 05 Sep 2009 21:22:00 +00002009-09-06T19:40:30.873-04:00Once upon a time in a conference room not so far away......It is an informal meeting, just the two of us, the day is drawing to close but the most recent sales figures need to be put into perspective for the investor meeting later this month. Sales figures are not high on my list of things I want to talk about on the Friday before a long weekend, but the big boss wants a draft explanation by http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-you-should-not-be-thinking-about.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-6071547677599308473Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:43:00 +00002009-06-15T21:46:24.578-04:00Once upon a time in a development not so far away….. A woman steps out of the bath.I love it when the house is quiet like this, when all the visitors have left and I am alone again. Wrapping my body in a large, soft towel I wander into the bedroom and my breath catches in my throat. A blindfold sits on my pillow. However, a quick scan of the bedroom reveals no-one. There is only one person who http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-upon-time-in-development-not-so.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-9073243236587277196Wed, 10 Jun 2009 01:00:00 +00002009-06-09T21:18:20.130-04:00I have completed Part 3 of the hotel story. It's filed in the archives (archives - that sounds terribly important, doesn't it? ). Anyway, I hope you enjoy.Now back to writing the male POV. Ugh! I have come to the conclusion that the male POV isn't what women really want to hear. A woman would like to think when she offers up some hopefully blisteringly good sex, that her intended thinks somewherehttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotel-story-part-3.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-8437088974222429831Wed, 10 Jun 2009 00:59:00 +00002009-06-09T21:27:52.224-04:00eroticasexOnce inside my room, I close the door behind us and turn to face him. Elements of doubt suddenly creep into my mind; not doubts about what am I doing, I am more than sure I want to take this man to bed, but more along the lines of what do I do next?He looks at me hungrily. I feel a small smile form at the corner of my mouth. Who doesn’t like being looked at that way? His eyes are bright; his http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-upon-time-in-hotel-room-not-so-far.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-6622662189006818028Mon, 16 Feb 2009 01:01:00 +00002009-02-15T20:05:06.506-05:00Here is another story. It's not part of my experiment with POV. As I'm being a little slower than I had hoped getting the rest of that story to you, I thought maybe you'd appreciate a substitute. This one is told in the form of an email. As always let you me know what you think.http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-meantime.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-1348687591717162442Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:59:00 +00002009-02-15T20:00:23.591-05:00- Tell me a story- now? Over email?- Sure. The boss is out, I need a little something to get me through the day.- Okay…… hmmmm…. The other day I was watching porn. Is that a good start?- As good as any. Is it a true story?- does it matter?- Not really.- Ha Ha!So, I was watching porn. I was watching a woman masturbate. I got to thinking, I don't know what I look like down below. I am intimately http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time-woman-tells-story-via.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-8999650157787796017Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:26:00 +00002009-02-12T21:32:21.278-05:00Okay, clearly I have been slacking in my porn writing responsibilities. I’m very sorry. I also have two full length novels in the works and am finding it a little harder than usual to leap from one project to the other. Maybe my ADD is on the wane. Dammit!This whole writing from the male point of view business is hard. Frankly, I’m stuck. So…. Guys, any insight you can offer will be appreciated!http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-help.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-2830776801170741553Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:25:00 +00002009-02-12T21:26:23.526-05:00Until recently, the evening had not been promising. I had been looking at the prospect of spending the evening with my interminably dull boss. But now, instead of having to share a room with my flatulent boss, I am now going to share a bed with Miss. Jones; a very interesting prospect indeed.When I saw her sitting in the bar, I was surprised but pleased. The few snippets of her conversations I http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time-in-hotel-bar-not-so-far.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-7102627474609680477Wed, 28 Jan 2009 23:56:00 +00002009-01-28T18:56:54.424-05:00I suspect I am stuck here for the night. Although, I am unable to see outside from the windowless bar, I do have a clear view of the hotel lobby. People are still arriving, stomping their shoes on the mat, shaking out their coats, trying to rid themselves of the thick wet snow.It’s the first big storm of the winter and I’m stuck on my way home from a conference. My lay-over should have been two http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-upon-time-in-hotel-bar-not-so-far_28.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-3156621314124561983Wed, 28 Jan 2009 23:50:00 +00002009-01-28T18:59:08.658-05:00adultfantasysexI suspect I am stuck here for the night. Although, I am unable to see outside from the windowless bar, I do have a clear view of the hotel lobby. People are still arriving, stomping their shoes on the mat, shaking out their coats, trying to rid themselves of the thick wet snow.It’s the first big storm of the winter and I’m stuck on my way home from a conference. My lay-over should have been two http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-upon-time-in-hotel-bar-not-so-far.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-6827754480974399019Sun, 21 Dec 2008 15:31:00 +00002008-12-21T10:36:08.541-05:00mensexwomenRecently, I have been thinking about point-of-view. I talked a little while back about the potential differences between women and men’s fantasies. I suspected women needed explanation of motivation and may want more emotional connection; on the other hand men were more likely to want to get right down the action.A friend posed this question to me last week: Is it possible for a man and a woman http://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2008/12/point-of-view.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-5724712187131552535Fri, 28 Nov 2008 20:27:00 +00002008-11-28T15:29:21.706-05:00Confession time - there is a woman at my salon who I would consider going to bed with if she asked. She's at least ten years older than me, maybe late forties, but I get a great vibe from her and think she would be a great 'first timer'.Sam is the woman who waxes my legs and recently when she did my bikini line I had all kinds of warm fuzzy thoughts about her (in between the actual waxing part ofhttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession-time_28.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-7748866874371978611Fri, 28 Nov 2008 20:26:00 +00002008-11-28T15:30:14.249-05:00fantasysexwomanConfession time - there is a woman at my salon who I would consider going to bed with if she asked. She's at least ten years older than me, maybe late forties, but I get a great vibe from her and think she would be a great 'first timer'.Sam is the woman who waxes my legs and recently when she did my bikini line I had all kinds of warm fuzzy thoughts about her (in between the actual waxing part ofhttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305485269155668701.post-4811116149651078432Sat, 15 Nov 2008 02:45:00 +00002008-11-14T21:53:32.266-05:00eroticasex“Are you busy?” I ask when Rob answers the door.“Nothing that can’t be put off for an hour or so.” He holds to door open for me.“Good.” I say walking past him. I slip off my suit jacket, hooking it over the back of a dining room chair. It was a long and difficult day at work and I am filled with restless agitation. “We’re going to bed.” I tell him.“What? Now?”“Yep. I want sex. I want sex with youhttp://mymissjones.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-upon-time-in-town-not-so-far-awaya_14.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Miss Jones)0