I have been doing this blogging gig for over ten years. Probably closer to fifteen. Over the time, I have completed my teaching qualifications, taught thousands of young people and written probably millions of words. There have been times, like this week, when I have posted almost every day for short stints, followed by longer stints of not posting or writing much at all. As I step back from full-time work, I have allocated myself the project of reviewing many of these words and collating them into something that will hopefully at least buy me some wine to enjoy during my camping adventures.

So the back catalogue of my short stories and some of my series will be moving to Medium. This is a very big project. I am starting with ones that have been unpublished from Erotic Adventures. Tales that have not seen the light of day for many years. It would make me very happy if people were to subscribe and read me there. It would also buy me some wine. Corrupting Mrs Jones will still be the home of #travellingboob. There will still be tales of adventures and scenery as we wander about and see things.

As a teaser here is a snippet from a story I published today.

We take the shower down the end a little away from the other ones and stand naked together under the steaming water. As the strong jets from the shower sting my skin and Johnno soaps me up, I look around the room. Fit men all move around the room, showering off the sweat and dirt from the training session. Water pours over their bodies, accentuating the lines of their muscles. Some stand facing the wall, some stand facing me soaping themselves, watching Johnno’s hands moving over my body.  
 
 Johnno loves this part. He loves the way his mates look at me when he smooths soap off my boobs. It makes me feel amazing knowing that everyone in the room is watching me. Johnno loves seeing men looking at me. I can feel his hard-on against my butt as he washes me. He knows the ones that I like. Sometimes, when we are at home in bed, we talk about which guy has caught my eye.  

Some nights I catch the eye of one I really like. My choice looks at Johnno. He is the gatekeeper. None of the team would touch me if Johnno doesn’t give them the nod. There is usually a little ripple when Johnno gives the nod. As my choice makes his way towards our little cubicle, the other guys around the room watch intently. Johnno’s cock gets harder against my back as his mate walks over.  

My eyes are fixed on the man walking towards me. I take in the details of the way his muscles are defined. I watch his cock swinging between his legs, getting bigger and stiffer as he gets closer. I can feel my nipples tighten. They press against Johnno’s hands and the juices flow between my legs. When my choice reaches me, there is this moment of tension as I look over his body. I wait for Johnno to step aside.  

Sometimes my choice will lift me up and hold me against the cold tiles on the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slides his cock into me. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he fucks me. I love the feeling of his strong arms holding me and his big body pinning me against the wall. Over his shoulder I can see Johnno watching us. His cock is huge, but his hands remain clenched by his side as he resists the urge to stroke himself. 

To find out what happens next you can visit my Medium page

I hope to see you there!