Marked Monday

If you’ve been reading our blog for awhile, you probably know that we’re not really into spanking.  Well, that’s not entirely true; Jill likes to be spanked sometimes, and I like to spank her, but it’s really only as a part of doggy-style sex, never to its own end.  That means that she’s never lay across my lap while I spank her just for the sake of it.  She’s never roleplayed as a disobedient child or other wayward character type in need of a little discipline.  She’s never gotten on her hands and knees and asked to be spanked because she just wants to feel my hand on her ass.  Well, not until last night, that is.  Last night we planned to have anal sex, and after retiring to our bedroom for the night she got naked and proffered her beautiful, shapely ass in my face.  Though all I could think about was fucking her, she asked me to spank her first.  Not spank her while fucking her from behind.  Just spank her.  It’s such an unusual request that I initially thought I misheard.  But she didn’t have to ask me twice.

Formspring Friday: Authorized Personnel Only

you mentioned in a post 2 Sundays ago that intercourse is strictly for the two of you. what other boundaries are in place when you play with a third? 

(Submitted by Pagan Princess)

I’m guessing that the post to which you refer is this one, from November 12, wherein I speculate about the reasons why I sometimes don’t have an orgasm during a threesome.  If you haven’t read it, check it out.  It’s a pretty enlightening look at my psychological workings with regard to group sex.

It’s true that penetrative vaginal and anal sex are activities that are thusfar limited to the two of us.  Unlike most other sexual practices including oral sex, on which we’ve never really placed any conscious boundaries, in the nearly nine years that we’ve been together vaginal and anal sex are things we’ve not done with anyone else.  Why not?  Well, for starters Jill has trouble getting her head around the thought of sharing something that is, to her, so personal and intimate.  She acknowledges that it’s likely an arbitrary distinction, but for right now she finds it easier to justify partial non-monogamy if something remains sacred, so to speak.
However, something of which you are probably unaware is the fact that she has considered removing said boundary.  We’ve discussed it extensively, weighed the pros and the cons, and come to the understanding that, given the right set of circumstances, it could eventually happen.  Being ethical swingers (to the extent that we actually are swingers), we always have condoms on hand when we play with another person.  This is due in part to the fact that our third may prefer that I wear one when she is giving me oral sex, but it’s also due to the fact that Jill may become so turned on by the situation that she needs to watch me fuck the other person.  It happens to be something she fantasizes about frequently, and I appreciate the fact that my wife possesses sufficient foresight to recognize this possibility and take precautions just in case.
As for our other boundaries, the only physical limitation that comes to mind is kissing.  Wait!  Before you jump to conclusion that kissing is somehow off-limits, let me clarify:  As we are relative newbies, we’re still kind of figuring out what’s acceptable and what’s not acceptable.  I’m more than capable of sport-fucking, and would never rule out performing any activity with a secondary partner.  This is because I understand that there’s a world of difference between something that is done with a partner I truly love and care about, i.e. Jill; and a partner who is totally hot but with whom I don’t necessarily have an emotional bond.  So I don’t feel the need to keep anything sacred.  In the beginning, however, it was very important to Jill that kissing be kept between us.  Our third didn’t realize this – we had barely discussed it between the two of us, let alone with others – and during our first threesome we both made out with her quite extensively.  The difference is that while Jill wasn’t okay with me kissing her, I was absolutely elated by the sight of the two of them tongue-wrestling.  While it really didn’t lead to any hurt feelings or even awkwardness, it did demonstrate the importance of outlining what is okay and what is not okay, and ensuring that all parties are aware.
Needless to say, the prohibition on kissing went out the window pretty quickly.  Jill understands the importance of a sexy makeout session with a new partner.  She knows that it’s something that turns me on so greatly that words can’t accurately describe the effect it has on me.  Today, kissing is no longer verboten, but Jill is sometimes worried about the focus shifting away from her and I if an extracurricular makeout session goes on too long.  She has been known to give me a signal that she’d like me to stop briefly – “just move down to her tits for a few seconds” – and then resume.  Given the security of our relationship she admits that her worries are irrational, and acknowledges that as we gain more experience with other partners these feelings are likely to dissipate completely.
The real boundary, however, is emotion.  We’re not poly, and we don’t seek a poly relationship.  We have all the love we need and want.  We are only after sex without strings, and if a close friendship materializes as a result we certainly wouldn’t object.  The one thing that both Jill and I agree should only be shared between the two of us is an emotional connection.  Read Jill’s thoughts on the subject here.
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Flash Fiction Friday: That Old Silk Hat

Sipping her tea, she peered out the window at some children constructing a snowman on a nearby lawn.  It had been a long time since she’d done this, and she was overdue.  She unlocked the trunk and withdrew the black top hat, then grabbed her coat from the rack and ventured outside.

“That’s a very handsome snowman,” she told the kids, “but you’d better see he doesn’t catch a cold.”  She proffered the hat, and one of them placed it on the frosty round head.  Without warning, the rotund snowman transformed before their eyes into a tall, handsome, very human stranger in a perfectly-tailored tuxedo.  Gone were the two eyes made out of coal, replaced with a pair of lively blues.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed.  The children screamed and ran in all directions.  The block was deserted but for the woman in the coat, and a tuxedo-clad gentlemen who mere seconds before consisted of three large lumps of ice.

Their eyes met.  “Would you care to come in for tea?”  She took his hand in his and led him to her door.  On the way to her boudoir, they stopped to christen the sitting room, the kitchen, and the hallway.  He proved himself a skilled and generous lover, giving her greater pleasure than she had ever imagined.  His climax was momentous, voluminous.  As they lay in each other’s arms, she felt a twinge of guilt over what she knew was about to happen.

By the time he noticed, it had already occurred.  His body crystallized and quickly turned to water.  He didn’t even have time to say good-bye before soaking through the bedclothes and into the mattress.  Without a moment’s regret, she rose from the bed, removed the saturated sheets, and tossed them in the dryer.

Until next winter… (299/299)

Behind the Scenes

In my opinion, there wasn’t much substance to this week’s prompt photo.  It’s a sexy image, certainly; however there was no story implied.  A typical Tumblr-worthy shot of two people fucking?  The story possibilities are limitless.  It wasn’t until I thought about the required word – “…frosty…” – that I decided to tie my story into the holiday standard Frosty the Snowman, first performed by Gene Autry in 1950.  In fact, the title of this story is a direct reference to the lyric, “There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found.”

Once I sat down to write, the story flowed easily.  The hook – a snowman that turns into a human being rather than simply coming to life and dancing around – was a no-brainer.  Among the details carried over from the source material is the snowman’s “Happy Birthday” greeting, first utilized in the 1969 television special produced by Rankin Bass.

Though I’d already decided on the “snowman that comes to life” story, I was a bit conflicted with regard to how to incorporate the required word.  I considered making explicit reference to Frosty the Snowman, something along the lines of, “The snowman came to life, but not like Frosty did.”  Ultimately I decided on a random usage of the word to describe the snowman’s head; initially the word used here was “icy”.

Initially I planned to have the story end with the sex scene.  Having the snowman melt away, much like Frosty himself, was a relatively last minute addition.  I enjoyed juxtaposing the tragedy of the snowman’s “death” with the woman’s relative nonchalance.

Deleted Scenes

In my original vision for this story, the woman was the divorced or widowed mother of the children who were building the snowman.  Ultimately I decided that wouldn’t work because her kids would certainly have been familiar with her hat trick, having surely been exposed to it on multiple occasions.


Obviously it’s got to be Frosty the Snowman, though thanks to its use in Goodfellas, I am partial to the version recorded by The Ronettes.

The Naughty Hangout: Frisky With a Whisk

This week, the main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Kitchen”.  Both this shot and the mouseover were taken in our kitchen, specifically with Jill leaning up against the kitchen door.

If you mouse over the image, you’ll see that we interpreted the secondary theme of “Parts” using the whisk attachment from a KitchenAid mixer.

See who else is being naughty this week!

Wicked Wednesday: Tickled

Our kiss breaks.  He moves down my naked body, the hairs dancing over my breast as his tongue swirls around my nipple.  He raises it to a stiff peak, then draws it deeply into his mouth.  He moves quickly to the other one and repeats the process before kissing his way down my stomach.  I feel the hairs again, following Jack’s mouth all the way.  By the time he reaches my thighs, I am ready for him.  I want him inside me.  Immediately.

But Jack has other ideas.  He spreads my legs with strong hands, his soft lips grazing over my flesh.  His kisses are electric, charging my body with arousal.  He moves from one to the other, deliberately avoiding what lies between them.  I anticipate feeling his tongue on my swollen, juicy pussy.  My hunger is so urgent that I can’t stand it.

He doesn’t keep me waiting very long.  My body jolts as I feel his mouth where I want it most.  He begins to lick me from my ass to my clit, each confident stroke of his tongue sending me closer to the edge.  His licks grow more intense, and I feel the familiar tickle as the hairs tantalize my needy, throbbing clit.  That’s all it takes.

When the waves of release have subsided, we share a kiss.  The taste of my wetness is strong on Jack’s lips and tongue.  We lie in each other’s arms and slowly drift away.  As sleep overtakes me, it occurs to me that it’s the end of Movember, and Jack’s moustache will soon be gone.

This week’s prompt: Movember

Retro HNT: #52 Our HNT Year-in-Review

“#52 Our HNT Year-in-Review”, posted December 30, 2010

In 2010 we posted fifty-two consecutive weeks of pictures at OHNT.  We’ve spent the last year posting them on our blog, one per week.  We hope you’ve enjoyed this HNT retrospective.  While we participated in OHNT sporadically in 2009 and 2011, we’re going to take a break before we start posting those pictures to our blog.  In the meantime, although we’re currently way behind, you will eventually be able to find all of our 2010 submissions here, along with background information and all the comments they received.

TMI Tuesday: November 27, 2012 – Famous or Forgotten

Thanks to an anonymous TMI Tuesday blog lurker for this week’s questions!
Jack’s Answers
1. Have you ever had sex with someone famous or who later became famous, if only locally?
Larry Tomaszewski was better known in my town as Looney Larry, because his prices were truly insane.  He owned a used car lot, and he was fond of appearing in bizarre late-night television commercials in which he’d pedal around the lot on a unicycle while wearing a fez and a monocle, puffing an ostentatious briar pipe as he invited viewers to come test drive last year’s models.  Meanwhile a screeching monkey would run across the frame, tearing prices in half with his monkey hands.  I was a couple years out of high school when I ventured onto the lot in the hopes of making an offer on a 1985 Subaru Sumo.  Looney Larry offered to show me the van’s spacious interior, but once he unlocked the back of the van there was something unsettling about his smile.  When he invited me in I just stood there, shaking my head and unable to speak.  But he offered to knock two hundred bucks off of the five hundred dollar asking price, so I cautiously ventured in.  It wasn’t long after that that the pills he slipped me took effect.
2. In the spirit of Six Degrees of Separation, have you had sex with someone who had sex with someone who had sex with someone who . . . someone famous?
Possibly.  When I was in my twenties I had an FWB relationship with someone who had sex with someone on Bill Clinton’s 1996 presidential campaign staff.  It’s conceivable that this person had sex with someone Clinton himself was banging at the time.  I obviously have no way of knowing, and for that matter not much interest in finding out.  But it is kind of fun to wonder.
3. In the opposite direction, have you had sex with someone whose name you didn’t know?
I’m pretty sure I knew the names of everyone I ever slept with at the time I slept with them.  I was always pretty good about getting a first name if not a full name, and at least trying to relate to them as a human being before yanking up their skirts and bending them over the sofa, so to speak.
4. Someone whose name you knew then but have forgotten?
Yes, several.  I can often recall the sex with above-average clarity considering the amount of time that’s passed, but when I do I usually regard the person along the lines of “that girl I had sex with that time.”
5. Someone who you suspect may have forgotten you?
Doubtful.  My ego is such that I doubt anyone I’ve had sex with has ever been able to forget me, and in fact never will.  I’m certain that they’ve all been pining for me constantly, and in fact consider me the high bar that each of their subsequent lovers failed to reach.  Sorry, ladies.
Bonus question: Someone you wish you could forget?
Not really.  There are certainly people with whom I’ve had sex that I didn’t particularly like, or in fact actively disliked.  There are people with whom I’m certainly glad to no longer be involved.  I’m sure there are instances wherein the sex I had with another person was so bad it’s probably better forgotten, though off-hand I can’t really think of any.  But to wish to forget about one or more of my past lovers, to go for the total mind-wipe, seems a bit extreme to me.  The things I’ve done throughout my thirty-six years on this planet (and others) make me who I am today.  The people I’ve fucked are part of that.  A big part, in fact.  While some of the relationships I’ve been in weren’t necessarily my proudest moments, I don’t think I’d ever want to totally forget them.  It’s not about me not wanting to disrespect the people I was with as much as it is about me wanting to honor the sum of my experiences.
Jill’s Answers

1. Have you ever had sex with someone famous or who later became famous, if only locally?
As far as I know I have not done this.  However, a friend of mine from high school has been on a couple reality TV shows, and recently appeared on a very well-known daytime talk show.  However, I didn’t have sex with her.  Also, a close family friend is a prominent professional athlete.  Again, no sex.

2. In the spirit of Six Degrees of Separation, have you had sex with someone who had sex with someone who had sex with someone who . . . someone famous?
Yes I have.  In my twenties I briefly dated a guy who was something of a groupie for a local all-female band who has since become very well-known.  

3. In the opposite direction, have you had sex with someone whose name you didn’t know?
No, I’ve always gotten someone’s name before going to bed with them.  I can understand the excitement of having reckless, irresponsible sex with someone you hardly know, because I’ve kind of done that.  There’s something hot about the thought of anonymous or semi-anonymous sex.  I’ve just never actually done it, and I’m pretty sure I never will.  On the other hand, the guy who famously assfucked me without lubing me up or even asking permission had given me a fake name, so while I knew his name, it wasn’t his actual name.

4. Someone whose name you knew then but have forgotten?
I remember the names of most of the guys I’ve had sex with, but the names of my one-night stands are long forgotten.

5. Someone who you suspect may have forgotten you?
The first person that came to mind was a particular one-night stand who I barely knew.  Even though I completely rocked his world, I have to acknowledge that he has likely forgotten all about me.

Bonus question: Someone you wish you could forget?
If I could pick one part of my sexual history to completely wipe out, it would be the guy who was my answer to #3.  Unfortunately I can’t do that.  If I had known going in to the experience what I know now, I never would have slept with him.  Although I am capable of looking back on that experience and seeing how it was partially responsible for shaping me into the woman I am today, I don’t look back with any fondness or wistfulness.  I am not ashamed of the incident but I certainly wish it hadn’t happened.  Although as a blogger I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of the incident, if I could forget about it I would, without hesitation.
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