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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  Tinder is so last season, darling. This spring its all about the 3nder. I first heard about the app, which uses the very catchy tag-line “trios made easy” when they were discussing it on the radio last week. Essentially, it works on the swiping mechanism made so popular by tinder, but is for finding threesome buddies.3nder …

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Sometimes, wonderful little things just happen. Those who like to use big words call it ‘serendipity’. I just call it “Oh, heck yes”. It’s like a free ice-cream stall at the shopping center when you’re starving, the rain stopping the moment you step outside, or, in my case, stumbling across “Online Dating Rituals of the …

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  This morning I took my dog for a walk, and a homeless man with only a few grubby teeth tried to pick me up by asking if I wanted to “meet in the dog park later for coffee, you can even bring your rat if you like” (gesturing to my gorgeous, very un-rat like …

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  It’s official people. I have de-tinderised*. That sound you’ve been hearing for the past couple of days is just the collective sobs of Sydney’s single men mourning the loss of my profile from their matches. There there fellas, there there. It all started as fun and games that night my girlfriends stole my phone. …

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Big, Round, Boobs. OK gents, now I have your attention, I want to talk to you about something very important to me. Vibrators. And, more specifically, why these little objects of pleasure should be embraced by all of mankind (and not just womankind) to enhance the sexy times enjoyed by both partners. Boys; I get …

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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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