As promised I will write a small blog when I do anything which gives me exhibitionist pleasure. I hope it invites to comments or serve as an inspiration.
The other day I had to be on a three and a half hour flight home. Having been a bit bored I was being inspired to do a bit of my exposure, but hadn't come across any real good opportunities. On the net I saw a picture of a girl sleeping on a plane with her breasts fallen out of her top, and that gave me an idea. I have a wrap around top, which is very open. So open in fact that you cannot wear it without some kind of a top under it. I have done that lots of times without it giving me any inspiration, but the picture was a bit of an eyeopener. Having thought about this for a day or two, I found a rather thin black tube top and some black thread which I sowed on the inside of the tube top, so that the fastening point was right under the breasts. I let the string trail down under the inside of the top fastening it to the belt hidden by the wrap around top. I tried sitting in my couch assuming a position I thought was similar to sitting in a plane, turning sideways pretending to be asleep, with my hands in my lap. Pulling the strings I could make the tube top slide down to reveal the nipple on the side where the wrap around blouse had fallen away from the breast due to the sideways position. The thought of sitting like that in the plane was highly arousing, I just hoped to find a suitable target for my little display.
Before departure I made sure to check in online so I could choose a position in the middle of the row on the left side of the plane, seeing that it always is the right side of the blouse that opens up the most (as that is the second flap to be closed, it is the one which opens most), so if I turned away from the aisle towards anybody sitting in the window seat, it should be easier to do my little act. As I always fly business class it is often business men next to me, so there was a good chance of a suitable target.
One the plane I was happy to see two guys in the seats next to me as I got in the plane as one of the last passengers. Putting up my stuff in the overhead locker I noticed both at them looking at me, so at least I had their interest. I took one of the pillows which were fortunately in my locker so that I could indicate an interest in just sleeping on the trip (I normally can't be bothered by guys trying to chat me up on planes).
After the obligatory meal and clearing of the trays, I got the pillow out, turned towards the guys to my left and pretended to go to sleep. But first I had made sure the wrap around blouse was so open that there was a clear view of my right breast, still fairly decently covered by the tube top. I found the end of the strings and settled down comfortably.
I pretended to try to get into a better position and pulled the string a little, feeling the top slide down, dangerously close to revealing the nipple. I left it there for perhaps five minutes while I pretended to sleep. The guy had his laptop out and was typing, but through my almost shut eyes I could tell he was occasionally stopping and glimpsing over at me. I could feel myself getting aroused at the thought of what I was about to do.
I closed my eyes completely, and next time he stopped writing I pulled the string a little more, intending the top to only clear the nipple. I clearly felt as the nipple popped out, feeling a little sorry knowing that it would get hard and showing some degree of excitement. I was afraid it would give me away. If I was asleep and not noticing the slip, I shouldn't be getting aroused by it. But perhaps he would just see it as a natural reaction to it being released like that, or perhaps he was imagining me having a sexual dream, sparked by the feeling of the exposed nipple. I didn't get to think about this for long, because I felt the top continuing down, even without me pulling the strings. I guess sitting in this position, with the breast squeezed a little, once the top cleared the nipple there was nothing to hold it up, and suddenly I felt if falling completely down revealing the entire breast and naked skin below it. I almost, as a normal reaction, reached up to put it back in place, but at the last moment I controlled myself. This was exactly the kind of excitement I had been planning, so why stop it just because it had gone a bit further than I had planned? I kept sitting there, suddenly conscious of the typing having completely stopped. I know he was sitting there staring at my bare breast, but hoping that it wasn't obvious to anybody else. To me the greatest satisfaction is when it is a kind of action only going on between me and one "innocent bystander".
I think I was sitting like that for perhaps five minutes, getting extremely aroused, even perhaps dozing of a bit on my dirty fantasies, when I suddenly felt a tap on my arm. I looked up, again controlling an urge to cover up. As I saw the guy staring straight at me and then down at my breast, I felt a surge in my stomach as about to experience a small orgasm from the excitement.
Leaving the hand on my arm, the guy spoke to me.
"I am sorry to wake you," he said. "It is just that I have been sitting here noticing your top falling down. Add as much as like what I see, I don't feel I can sit here with a clear consciousness and look at you without letting you know that your top has fallen down."
I pride myself in my talents as an actress, because I managed to blush and seem embarrassed as I looked down at myself, seeing how exposed I was and quickly pulling the top back up.
"Am am so sorry, I keep having trouble with that top, but didn't think anything would happen when I sat down," I lied fluently.
"Oh, I don't think you have anything to be sorry about. It is I who is sorry for taking so long time to let you know, but I have to admit, that I was enjoying the view too much, so I couldn't really get myself to warn you about it."
I managed to look suitably embarrassed and flattered at the same time.
"Thank you , I guess that was a compliment," I said with a smile as I settled down to go back to sleep. "Please let me know if it happens again, I mean, after you are finished looking."
I could have done it again to see how he reacted, but I thought I had had my fun, and I was quite happy to stop the conversation there. He smiled nicely at me as we got up, but no more was said. But I was quite pleased with myself for laying a plan which ended up working so well. The image in my mind of me waking up, catching his eyes on my breast, looking down and "discovering" the totally exposed breast, will stay with me for a long time.
Now that is the kind of small displays that really appeal to me. Hope you people out there don't find it too disgusting to have a woman behaving like this.
Hugs Jen
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Developments
There are many things happening in my life these days. I spend a week out of each month working in Spain. That should have given me lots of opportunity to write, but being alone down there, where it is still warm and nice, has given me so many opportunities to play with my exhibitionism, that I have been all caught up in that instead.
As an alternative to writing, which takes a more continous effort, I thought that perhaps I should use this blog for more discussions about exhibitionism. I have already had a reader share a story about his wife's exhibitionism, and I would like to invite more readers to share their experiences. Not only stories, if you think that takes too much effort, but also just small descriptions of things she does and that perhaps you encourage her to do. And should you be a woman reading this, and should you happen to share the same tendencies as I do, I would really love to hear from you. If you don't want to do it here on the public blog, then write me directly. I promise to reply to all such mails.
I will also start writing blogs about the small plays I play, or how I try to set up situation where I can do a bit of "accidental exposure". Perhaps it can work as an inspiration to others, both for trying out the same, and for writing about them here.
I know there are other forums for exhibitionists, but they cost money which means leaving your credit card and identity behind. I don't do this for money, so perhaps we can have a more open discussion here.
Hugs Jen
As an alternative to writing, which takes a more continous effort, I thought that perhaps I should use this blog for more discussions about exhibitionism. I have already had a reader share a story about his wife's exhibitionism, and I would like to invite more readers to share their experiences. Not only stories, if you think that takes too much effort, but also just small descriptions of things she does and that perhaps you encourage her to do. And should you be a woman reading this, and should you happen to share the same tendencies as I do, I would really love to hear from you. If you don't want to do it here on the public blog, then write me directly. I promise to reply to all such mails.
I will also start writing blogs about the small plays I play, or how I try to set up situation where I can do a bit of "accidental exposure". Perhaps it can work as an inspiration to others, both for trying out the same, and for writing about them here.
I know there are other forums for exhibitionists, but they cost money which means leaving your credit card and identity behind. I don't do this for money, so perhaps we can have a more open discussion here.
Hugs Jen
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
New story on it's way
I have sent my latest story "Prison exposure" to my editor. Hopefully I will be able to post it soon. Just thought I would let you know.
Hugs Jen
Hugs Jen
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Why exhibitionist?
I am going to write the answer to a recent e-mail question here as the reply might have a general interest (at least amongst some of my readers). Basically the question was "when and how I realised I had exhibitionist tendencies".
Even back in my teenage days I was well aware of the reaction that my looks and body had on guys. Probably more that my girlfriends who was just laughing embarrassed when the guys looked at them. I on the other hand didn't laugh, I just enjoyed the looks.
I remember a school trip to Holland at about the age of 15 or 16, when the boys wanted to play strip poker. We were all drunk and the group was one of good friends, some of whom had been going out with each other for a while, so most of us accepted the challenge. However, as we got to the point of loosing crucial parts of clothing some dropped out, but a number of us kept going.
At one point we were down to only three guys and two girls still in the game while the others watched. When the second guy lost the last peace of clothing the spectators applauded and whistled. I was getting aroused, and even though I was only down to panties and t-shirt with no bra, I was worried that my wet crotch would be obvious. When the other girl lost her bra, that was the first time the group actually got to see a pair of naked breasts. She was terribly embarrassed and tried to cover herself as much as possible. I had already decided that when it became my turn I wasn't going to do that, but would just try to act naturally. However, when I in the next two rounds lost both the t-shirt and then the panties, both the guys grew huge erections. I found it difficult to keep the detached attitude I had planned. The atmosphere was totally changed. Electrified, the spectators breathless. No more catcalls. I think everybody thought maybe we had gone too far. I however, was just so aroused from the way the two guys so obviously had become excited when I dropped my clothes, and not a little proud that it had happened when I exposed my breasts and not when the other girl did.
One of guys felt shy and tried to hide his erection while the other one just kept looking at me. He was obviously aware that I was as excited as he was, even though it didn't show as prominently. But I just couldn't help positioning myself in a way where he could look at my glistering wet pussy while I tried to keep from staring too obviously at his blue throbbing penis head oozing with moisture. When the other girl lost her panties she dropped them in a rush and ran out of the room with an embarrassed girlish scream. We all woke from the trance, got our clothes on and tried to behave as if nothing had happened. But I was really very much aware how excited I had become from the looks of the other two guys, not to mention the rest of the group which had been looking at us, silently observing the display.
All that happened in my teenage days. Everything was wild then, and I didn't actually click on to the fact that I might be any different than other girls. I knew some were more shy that I was, but I just thought that was natural. But I couldn't help reliving the scene in my head. The thought that they had all seen me totally naked was both embarrassing the exciting. I had been with several guys already, and I had enjoyed the way they looked at me when we were making love, but I hadn't expected that it would get me so excited thinking about innocent bystanders seeing me naked.
That is a dilemma that has haunted me all my life. When I am excited I love exposing myself, but afterwards I keep wondering what goes through the head of people having seen me. Are they imagining my tits being naked again when they are talking to me? I have discussed that with a friend of ours who has been in several porn movies. She says it doesn't bother her at all. It is like two different worlds which are perfectly separated. That is also what my husband Poul says about her. Even though he has not only seen her naked but also in very intimate situations blown up on the screen, he says that picture doesn't appear in his mind when he is talking to her. I guess it is a bit like meeting your ex at a dinner party some year later. You can have a perfectly normal conversation without thinking about all the times you have had sex.
I guess the time I really understood my feelings as an exhibitionist came at a time when a group of people at my dad's office where I worked had an opportunity to see pictures of me naked. It was totally unintentional, believe it or not. I had had a six month fling with a guy from my dad's office and in his summerhouse on the Spanish island of Mallorca he had taken a series of pictures of me getting more and more undressed and finally adopting several very exposing postures by the pool. The pictures were the last ten or so of a film showing my boyfriend racing his boat. One of the other crew members, who also worked in the office, had wanted to see the pictures of the race. I had removed the ones of me from the pile, but hadn't thought of the negatives. The guy wanting a copy of the pictures had taken the film to be developed and not knowing anything differently had had the whole film developed
One day when I entered the cafeteria at the office I saw a number of the guys looking up at me, laughing and making lewd comments. As I approached I saw all the pictures of me laid out on the table, some even blown up to A4 size. I stopped dead in my tracks, everybody looking at me mentally projecting the images of my naked body onto the image of me standing frozen to the spot trying to figure out what to do next. I decided against making a scene, or trying to collect the pictures. The damage had already been done, and now it was a question of saving face. I just looked at them as if they were naughty small boys, shook my head and turned around leaving as gracefully as I could.
But in the hall the reality hit me. All these guys had now seen me naked, and they would be remembering those pictures every time they saw me. But what surprised me the most was my own feelings. I was just so aroused! For weeks after that the mental pictures of their eyes undressing me as I stood there in the cafeteria, would get my juices flowing and my knees going weak.
It was after that realisation that I started to play with exposing myself. My attitude to sex got more daring and experimental. To date the number of times I have exposed myself more or less obvious cannot be counted. But the two times that come to my mind when I think back to the first occurrences are these two. And thinking about them can still get me excited!
I hope that gives some kind of an answer to the question.
Hugs Jen
Even back in my teenage days I was well aware of the reaction that my looks and body had on guys. Probably more that my girlfriends who was just laughing embarrassed when the guys looked at them. I on the other hand didn't laugh, I just enjoyed the looks.
I remember a school trip to Holland at about the age of 15 or 16, when the boys wanted to play strip poker. We were all drunk and the group was one of good friends, some of whom had been going out with each other for a while, so most of us accepted the challenge. However, as we got to the point of loosing crucial parts of clothing some dropped out, but a number of us kept going.
At one point we were down to only three guys and two girls still in the game while the others watched. When the second guy lost the last peace of clothing the spectators applauded and whistled. I was getting aroused, and even though I was only down to panties and t-shirt with no bra, I was worried that my wet crotch would be obvious. When the other girl lost her bra, that was the first time the group actually got to see a pair of naked breasts. She was terribly embarrassed and tried to cover herself as much as possible. I had already decided that when it became my turn I wasn't going to do that, but would just try to act naturally. However, when I in the next two rounds lost both the t-shirt and then the panties, both the guys grew huge erections. I found it difficult to keep the detached attitude I had planned. The atmosphere was totally changed. Electrified, the spectators breathless. No more catcalls. I think everybody thought maybe we had gone too far. I however, was just so aroused from the way the two guys so obviously had become excited when I dropped my clothes, and not a little proud that it had happened when I exposed my breasts and not when the other girl did.
One of guys felt shy and tried to hide his erection while the other one just kept looking at me. He was obviously aware that I was as excited as he was, even though it didn't show as prominently. But I just couldn't help positioning myself in a way where he could look at my glistering wet pussy while I tried to keep from staring too obviously at his blue throbbing penis head oozing with moisture. When the other girl lost her panties she dropped them in a rush and ran out of the room with an embarrassed girlish scream. We all woke from the trance, got our clothes on and tried to behave as if nothing had happened. But I was really very much aware how excited I had become from the looks of the other two guys, not to mention the rest of the group which had been looking at us, silently observing the display.
All that happened in my teenage days. Everything was wild then, and I didn't actually click on to the fact that I might be any different than other girls. I knew some were more shy that I was, but I just thought that was natural. But I couldn't help reliving the scene in my head. The thought that they had all seen me totally naked was both embarrassing the exciting. I had been with several guys already, and I had enjoyed the way they looked at me when we were making love, but I hadn't expected that it would get me so excited thinking about innocent bystanders seeing me naked.
That is a dilemma that has haunted me all my life. When I am excited I love exposing myself, but afterwards I keep wondering what goes through the head of people having seen me. Are they imagining my tits being naked again when they are talking to me? I have discussed that with a friend of ours who has been in several porn movies. She says it doesn't bother her at all. It is like two different worlds which are perfectly separated. That is also what my husband Poul says about her. Even though he has not only seen her naked but also in very intimate situations blown up on the screen, he says that picture doesn't appear in his mind when he is talking to her. I guess it is a bit like meeting your ex at a dinner party some year later. You can have a perfectly normal conversation without thinking about all the times you have had sex.
I guess the time I really understood my feelings as an exhibitionist came at a time when a group of people at my dad's office where I worked had an opportunity to see pictures of me naked. It was totally unintentional, believe it or not. I had had a six month fling with a guy from my dad's office and in his summerhouse on the Spanish island of Mallorca he had taken a series of pictures of me getting more and more undressed and finally adopting several very exposing postures by the pool. The pictures were the last ten or so of a film showing my boyfriend racing his boat. One of the other crew members, who also worked in the office, had wanted to see the pictures of the race. I had removed the ones of me from the pile, but hadn't thought of the negatives. The guy wanting a copy of the pictures had taken the film to be developed and not knowing anything differently had had the whole film developed
One day when I entered the cafeteria at the office I saw a number of the guys looking up at me, laughing and making lewd comments. As I approached I saw all the pictures of me laid out on the table, some even blown up to A4 size. I stopped dead in my tracks, everybody looking at me mentally projecting the images of my naked body onto the image of me standing frozen to the spot trying to figure out what to do next. I decided against making a scene, or trying to collect the pictures. The damage had already been done, and now it was a question of saving face. I just looked at them as if they were naughty small boys, shook my head and turned around leaving as gracefully as I could.
But in the hall the reality hit me. All these guys had now seen me naked, and they would be remembering those pictures every time they saw me. But what surprised me the most was my own feelings. I was just so aroused! For weeks after that the mental pictures of their eyes undressing me as I stood there in the cafeteria, would get my juices flowing and my knees going weak.
It was after that realisation that I started to play with exposing myself. My attitude to sex got more daring and experimental. To date the number of times I have exposed myself more or less obvious cannot be counted. But the two times that come to my mind when I think back to the first occurrences are these two. And thinking about them can still get me excited!
I hope that gives some kind of an answer to the question.
Hugs Jen
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Accidental Exposure
Recently I have had a few mail exchanges regarding what I call Accidental Exposure (AE). What I mean with AE are situation where one is exposing oneself, but in situations where you can pretend that is was done by "accident". Examples are changing in changing rooms and being aware of the mirrors, positioning yourself so that people outside will see you in the mirror, but where you can pretend not to think about that possibility. It can be changing inside by a window with the net curtains pulled closed, "pretending" not to realise that when there is light on inside, even thought you can't see out, people outside can see in.
Unfortunately going braless is not really the fashion these days, but when it was it offered a lot of opportunity, like sitting at a bar, resting your elbows at the bar, knowing that your top would fall away from your front allowing a good side view of your breasts.
I have included many of such situations in my stories, and it seems to appeal to many of my readers as much as it does to me.
I would like to hear from people who have experiences of such situations. It can be both as the active part or as the observer. Even if perhaps you don't have any actual experiences then let me know what your fantasies are.
And please try to comment by writing the comment as a comment to this blog so other readers can benefit from the exchange of ideas and experiences.
Hugs Jen
Unfortunately going braless is not really the fashion these days, but when it was it offered a lot of opportunity, like sitting at a bar, resting your elbows at the bar, knowing that your top would fall away from your front allowing a good side view of your breasts.
I have included many of such situations in my stories, and it seems to appeal to many of my readers as much as it does to me.
I would like to hear from people who have experiences of such situations. It can be both as the active part or as the observer. Even if perhaps you don't have any actual experiences then let me know what your fantasies are.
And please try to comment by writing the comment as a comment to this blog so other readers can benefit from the exchange of ideas and experiences.
Hugs Jen
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Difference between men and women...
I spend two hours on the road yesterday. The other day I had heard Poul discuss with a friend something about a girl they had seen on a TV show, and how they had found her very sexually attractive. Actually the friend had said, at a time he didn't think I heard it, that he was getting aroused every time he watched her. As I was driving I was pondering on the difference between what got men and women excited.
Why is it that a guy can get exciteed from seeing a girl in a magazine or in a show, and even if she is not particularly undressed, they can get aroused that easily? I don't think I would look twice if I saw a naked guy in a film or in a magazine. If he had a good body, tight butt or perhaps was well equipped, I might have a second look, but I wouldn't have to rush out to the bathroom with the magazine and relieve myself.
I need to feel a connection and a certain vibration between the guy and me to get excited. That is very hard to get from a magazine. Reading a good story or seeing a film may provide the kind of pseudo connection I need where I can imagine a situation that might get me excited. But it is the situation and the build-up to it that gets me excited, not a picture of some unknown guy on a nude beach or in a common sauna. Actually a limb dick is not particularly attractive and certainly cannot get me going the way a pair of boobs can get Poul going. Even in porn movies the sight of a dick can't get me excited. Usually the stories are so lame, the action so unbelievable and the focus on the penis in vagina 50% of the time, extremely boring if not off-putting. What on earth is it that gets the guys so interested in this?
One of the few times I can remember the sight of a dick exciting me was when I was a lot younger and shared a flat with a girlfriend. We had seperate rooms but shared bathroom and we normally walked around naked with no inhibitions. One morning, just out of the shower I walked into her room to get my hair drier which she alway used and never put back. Being slightly annoyed that I had to go and get it again I just stomped into her room, stark naked, to find her bend over her table being taken from behind by some guy she must have come home with during the night without me noticing.
I guess it was just a natural reaction that he pulled out of her. But then we all froze just staring at each other. It was probably no more than just 5 seconds, but it felt like half a minute. I remember just staring as his large, wet and shiny dick poiting at somewhere between my friend and me and didn't even think of covering myself or looking away. I was just like a cat in the headlight of a car. Frozen. Finally my friend unfroze and cried out for me to get the hell out, which I finally did.
She was with the guy for a couple of weeks and it was always a bit strained when he and I were there together. But the thought of that large shiny dick, and me standing there naked in full view, has given me quite a few arousals and subsequent reliefs.
However last month when we were in a sauna in Germany and at other times in Helsinki I have experienced guys getting more or less erect from watching me or some of the other girls present without it doing anything for me.
I am working on a short story prompted by a recent experience which involved guys masturbating. That on the other hand is one thing which can get me going, especially if I know they do it because of me. Let me share a small incident with you which illustrate what I mean.
In the private hospital that I work for we also have a fertility clinique. One of my friends work down there, and I was down talking to her about the plans for a party we were organising. She was at the desk helping guys who had to go and produce a load for later use in inseminating their partner. I wasn't really paying attention, because of the intimacy of the act the whole thing was deliberately kept very professional. Apparently one of they guys who had come to the counter to pick up the container needed for storage of the semen had previously had trouble producing the required load so when he managed this time my friend praized him and said that he obviously managed to conjure op the necessary images in his head. He smiled, looked at me and said he had no problems this time, he was just imagining being with me! That was totally inappropriate, but I just blushed like a teenager and smilingly commented that I was glad to be of some use. He turned and left me standing shaking, my knees going wobbely, nipples exploding, feeling as aroused as in the middle of a hot encounter. My friend laughed and nothing further was said. But I was so hot for the rest of the day thinking about how he had been masturbating while dreaming about me.
Isn't is strange the things that excites us? If you feel like sharing similar experiences, especially if you are a woman, I would love to hear more from you. Preferably as comments to this post, but else by e-mail.
Looking forward to hear what gets you going,
Hus Jen
Why is it that a guy can get exciteed from seeing a girl in a magazine or in a show, and even if she is not particularly undressed, they can get aroused that easily? I don't think I would look twice if I saw a naked guy in a film or in a magazine. If he had a good body, tight butt or perhaps was well equipped, I might have a second look, but I wouldn't have to rush out to the bathroom with the magazine and relieve myself.
I need to feel a connection and a certain vibration between the guy and me to get excited. That is very hard to get from a magazine. Reading a good story or seeing a film may provide the kind of pseudo connection I need where I can imagine a situation that might get me excited. But it is the situation and the build-up to it that gets me excited, not a picture of some unknown guy on a nude beach or in a common sauna. Actually a limb dick is not particularly attractive and certainly cannot get me going the way a pair of boobs can get Poul going. Even in porn movies the sight of a dick can't get me excited. Usually the stories are so lame, the action so unbelievable and the focus on the penis in vagina 50% of the time, extremely boring if not off-putting. What on earth is it that gets the guys so interested in this?
One of the few times I can remember the sight of a dick exciting me was when I was a lot younger and shared a flat with a girlfriend. We had seperate rooms but shared bathroom and we normally walked around naked with no inhibitions. One morning, just out of the shower I walked into her room to get my hair drier which she alway used and never put back. Being slightly annoyed that I had to go and get it again I just stomped into her room, stark naked, to find her bend over her table being taken from behind by some guy she must have come home with during the night without me noticing.
I guess it was just a natural reaction that he pulled out of her. But then we all froze just staring at each other. It was probably no more than just 5 seconds, but it felt like half a minute. I remember just staring as his large, wet and shiny dick poiting at somewhere between my friend and me and didn't even think of covering myself or looking away. I was just like a cat in the headlight of a car. Frozen. Finally my friend unfroze and cried out for me to get the hell out, which I finally did.
She was with the guy for a couple of weeks and it was always a bit strained when he and I were there together. But the thought of that large shiny dick, and me standing there naked in full view, has given me quite a few arousals and subsequent reliefs.
However last month when we were in a sauna in Germany and at other times in Helsinki I have experienced guys getting more or less erect from watching me or some of the other girls present without it doing anything for me.
I am working on a short story prompted by a recent experience which involved guys masturbating. That on the other hand is one thing which can get me going, especially if I know they do it because of me. Let me share a small incident with you which illustrate what I mean.
In the private hospital that I work for we also have a fertility clinique. One of my friends work down there, and I was down talking to her about the plans for a party we were organising. She was at the desk helping guys who had to go and produce a load for later use in inseminating their partner. I wasn't really paying attention, because of the intimacy of the act the whole thing was deliberately kept very professional. Apparently one of they guys who had come to the counter to pick up the container needed for storage of the semen had previously had trouble producing the required load so when he managed this time my friend praized him and said that he obviously managed to conjure op the necessary images in his head. He smiled, looked at me and said he had no problems this time, he was just imagining being with me! That was totally inappropriate, but I just blushed like a teenager and smilingly commented that I was glad to be of some use. He turned and left me standing shaking, my knees going wobbely, nipples exploding, feeling as aroused as in the middle of a hot encounter. My friend laughed and nothing further was said. But I was so hot for the rest of the day thinking about how he had been masturbating while dreaming about me.
Isn't is strange the things that excites us? If you feel like sharing similar experiences, especially if you are a woman, I would love to hear more from you. Preferably as comments to this post, but else by e-mail.
Looking forward to hear what gets you going,
Hus Jen
Status update
I know I said I would get back with more information on the dress and the experiences I had with it during our trip to the conferences. However, that will have to wait a little longer. A few things has happened in the meantime which has taken my time away from this project.
We have bought a flat in Spain. There are quite a number of Danes, not to mention other Scandinavians and Brits, who have lumped themself together in rather large communities. That means enough, relatively well to do people in one area, who are potential patients for a private hospital. The hospital I work for most of the time, when I am not helping Poul at his clinique, has got the go-ahead from the Spanish authorities, and have taken over a local hospital, and turned it into a private hospital, mostly targeting the non-spanish community in the area.
They will sign-up the patients who will need my expertise and give them appointments or assign them to a bed if that is needed, at times that will suit me, so that I may go down there for perhaps a week at a time. The cost of a decent hotel for the number of nights I will be there will be more than the cost of having our own flat, which we can also use for holidays and lend out to friends when I don't need it.
What does that mean to my readers? I don't know yet. Either I will be so busy that I don't get much time to write, or I will have evening in the flat where I can write in peace. Time will show.
But for now, all the arrangements have taken all available time (apart from the next entry into the blog, which I will write later today).
Hugs Jen - and thanks for your interest in my life and your friendly communications.
We have bought a flat in Spain. There are quite a number of Danes, not to mention other Scandinavians and Brits, who have lumped themself together in rather large communities. That means enough, relatively well to do people in one area, who are potential patients for a private hospital. The hospital I work for most of the time, when I am not helping Poul at his clinique, has got the go-ahead from the Spanish authorities, and have taken over a local hospital, and turned it into a private hospital, mostly targeting the non-spanish community in the area.
They will sign-up the patients who will need my expertise and give them appointments or assign them to a bed if that is needed, at times that will suit me, so that I may go down there for perhaps a week at a time. The cost of a decent hotel for the number of nights I will be there will be more than the cost of having our own flat, which we can also use for holidays and lend out to friends when I don't need it.
What does that mean to my readers? I don't know yet. Either I will be so busy that I don't get much time to write, or I will have evening in the flat where I can write in peace. Time will show.
But for now, all the arrangements have taken all available time (apart from the next entry into the blog, which I will write later today).
Hugs Jen - and thanks for your interest in my life and your friendly communications.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
On-line again
I am back after two major conferences, one in Munich and one in the Philippines plus some sightseeing in between. Have a ton of work waiting for me, and I need that cleared before I can continue writing. Will however, be back with information regarding my dress and some of the experiences it triggered, and eventuelly I will continue the Castle Experience story. But for now the backlog is growing hour by hour.
Hugs Jen
Hugs Jen
Monday, March 19, 2007
Off-line
Thank you so much to all of you who have written to me either as a comment on my writing or with suggestions for dress.
I will be so busy the next days before leaving, and will then be away until mid April. I will however get back to all those who wrote, and with a final decision on the dress and any experiences I might have with it once I am back from my trip.
Till then - hugs,
Jen
I will be so busy the next days before leaving, and will then be away until mid April. I will however get back to all those who wrote, and with a final decision on the dress and any experiences I might have with it once I am back from my trip.
Till then - hugs,
Jen
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Suggestions for dresses
I have already got a couple of interesting suggestions. I didn't know such dresses could be found in the internet. Unfortunately none of them are ideal, but they could give me inspiration and I have forewarded the sites to my dressmaker.
Here are the links I got:
A whole dress (if you can call that for "whole"):
http://www.eroticlothing.co.uk/acatalog/pp8315.jpg
For top:
http://www.hotfash.com/ProductImageGallery.asp?ProductID=3934&GalleryItem=1
For skirt:
http://www.hotfash.com/ProductImageGallery.asp?ProductID=3590&Page=3
Please keep them coming.
Hugs Jen
Here are the links I got:
A whole dress (if you can call that for "whole"):
http://www.eroticlothing.co.uk/acatalog/pp8315.jpg
For top:
http://www.hotfash.com/ProductImageGallery.asp?ProductID=3934&GalleryItem=1
For skirt:
http://www.hotfash.com/ProductImageGallery.asp?ProductID=3590&Page=3
Please keep them coming.
Hugs Jen
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Writing is testing limits
I am working on the continuation of Castle Showdown. But I am finding it slow going. The problem is that I am not quite sure about my own feelings on the subject. Writing is an interesting way to play with your own limits. Normally when you fantasize or dream of something, if it becomes a bit unpleasant, you can just redirect your dream. But if you write you have to continue the story line (or go back and do a major rewrite). In this case I have announced that I intend the continue the story in a swinging club. That is really a thought experiment, as I have never had any experiences of that kind. I can imagine the setting and the build up, but what is it going to be like to actually submit yourself fully to the situation? I don't mind a bit of petting at parties. I can also accept a situation involving swapping of partners. or a bit of "public" sex. But what is it going to be like with people you don't know? With any number of people as potential unlookers not to mention participants?
I keep stopping my writing having to re-think the situation and see what actually appeals to me. What would I do if the situation was real? Some situations I find arousing to think about and some quite revolting. I really only want to write about the onces I find acceptable, but perhaps all the time balancing on the brink of the unacceptable, to find out where that line is.
So, I am afraid, the continuation will be at least a couple of months down the road. Also because I have to go to two conventions combined with some vacation over the next month, which will make it practically impossible to write. But one day it will be there - I promise.
Hugs Jen
I keep stopping my writing having to re-think the situation and see what actually appeals to me. What would I do if the situation was real? Some situations I find arousing to think about and some quite revolting. I really only want to write about the onces I find acceptable, but perhaps all the time balancing on the brink of the unacceptable, to find out where that line is.
So, I am afraid, the continuation will be at least a couple of months down the road. Also because I have to go to two conventions combined with some vacation over the next month, which will make it practically impossible to write. But one day it will be there - I promise.
Hugs Jen
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Other writers
I thought I would have a look at some of the other writers at litterotica to check out the quality of their stories. I am not very much into reading other people's stories, but thought I might perhaps get some inspiration. However, I was so disappointed. Most of the stoires are not only badly written, they are totally unbelievable. They are so obviously some guy's dirty fantasy, mostly about his ability to seduce girls with no trouble at all. Or husbands whose wifes parade around fucking all kinds of other guys in sight. There is no build-up and no story line and very little conversation. I don't know if guys gets turned on by this, but I can tell you not only did it not do anything for me, I found most of them off-putting. Even the ones which received the best ratings, didn't do anything for me. Maybe I have to be more select in what writers I read or what subject lines or codes I search for. I will have another go later, but if anybody has some suggestions for how to find good quality stories, please let me know.
Hugs Jen
Hugs Jen
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Introduction to my blog
If you have come here it is probably because you have read some of my stories on the net. I am going to try this medie as a way of communicating with my readers. Some of you will have read my publishing diary, my FAQ or may have been exchanging e-mails with me. However, quite often readers will ask questions of a general interest, and I have needed a way to get my replies out to a broader audience.
I will use this site as a place for information regarding new stories, thoughts and responce to readers. I have found that my stories are listed on many sites, so people may not be used to go to my home page for information, so perhaps this will work better. At least it is worth a try.
Hugs Jen
I will use this site as a place for information regarding new stories, thoughts and responce to readers. I have found that my stories are listed on many sites, so people may not be used to go to my home page for information, so perhaps this will work better. At least it is worth a try.
Hugs Jen
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