The Adventures of Naughty Miss Jones

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One of male friends recently provided his explanation as to why I get asked out more than I probably should “You’re cute, Missy” he stated “But in a way that’s, you know, very obtainable” I’m choosing to take that as a win. Through my tinder adventures and beyond, I have had more matches than Elvis …

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This last weekend, I was spending some time with my good mate Rooster, when the subject of rub ‘n’ tugs came up. As it does. We all know what a rub ‘n’ tug is (if you don’t, why on earth are you reading my blog?). A massage, usually performed by a naked or scantily clad …

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WARNING: This post contains shameless self-promotion. But it also may lead to the best orgasms of your life…. It’s a Saturday afternoon. You have worked your butt off all week. You are ready to kick back and have a bloody good time. So you don your favorite party dress and heels, and head into a …

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 I had certain expectations when I met a male escort for coffee on a sunny Thursday afternoon. I blame Deuce Bigalow. And my overactive imagination. But Ryan James, escort and porn actor (pictured, see http://www.privateguys.com.au/ryan_james.php ) wasn’t at all what I expected; articulate, softly spoken, and completely devoid of any sort of male bravado or cockiness …

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Another Sunday morning…. another dick pic. These are rapidly becoming part of my Sunday morning ritual along with newspapers and coffee… “Would you like sugar in your latte love?”… “No thanks, I’ll just have it with a side of penis“. Usually sent at about 3am, the pics range from the hardcore to the funny, the …

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On Saturday night, I went out with some of my most favorite ladies. The margaritas flowed. The tongues were loosened. The inhibitions were lowered. The talk of all things sexual gradually increased. It… was… awesome. I’m pretty sure, given how mighty my hangover was on Sunday, that I would have shown absolutely zero restraint asking …

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The next week or so is the busiest time in the entire sex toy industry calendar. Sales go gangbusters. So much so, that I reckon they should rename Valentine’s day ‘Vibrator Day’ in honor of the number of buzzy little devices sold. If the happenings at Naughty Miss Jones HQ are anything to go by, …

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Normal, fun, decent blokes. I’m seriously starting to wonder if they even exist (well, in the straight and available version anyway). I continue to date like it was an Olympic sport, but I certainly haven’t won the gold. I’m more like that Eric the Eel guy that swum at the Sydney Olympics; willing to fling …

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Last year I dated 21 boys. For making that possible, I would like to thank the Golden Sheaf Hotel, my sucker-innerer undies, and tinder. Most were lovely, but un-blog-worthy, one had the unfortunate role of being my rebounder who I dated for a couple of months, but simply couldn’t bump uglies with, another told me (and …

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