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Formspring Friday: Cumming To See Us

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This week’s question was submitted by our friend DoubleD, who blogs at This, That and a bit of the other...  You can follow her on Twitter, as well as Tumblr and Formspring.

You both have me for one day and one night … Tell me exactly what we would do /where we would go/what we would see? šŸ™‚


We would begin our day together with some sightseeing in San Francisco (presuming that you’ve come to visit us and not the other way around).  After a few hours driving around the city and admiring the various landmarks and sights including the Golden Gate Bridge, Coit Tower, Ghirardelli Square, the Transamerica Pyramid, the Conservatory of Flowers, the Mission District, and Golden Gate Park, we’d be quite hungry.  Northern California is known not only for its beautiful sights, but also for a diverse variety of delicious cusines, so we would stop to eat at an upscale location like Gary Danko, Postrio, or One Market.  We’d also be very horny, so after eating, we would check into a hotel and spend a few hours having the hottest threesome you could possibly imagine.

After we were finished, we’d debate going back out for a little more sightseeing, but ultimately you would decide that you’ve seen enough of our fair city and prefer to stay in.  What ensued would include lots of girl-girl sex, oral sex, masturbation, and of course lots of titty-fucking, since you’ve got magnificent breasts and I can’t imagine letting you leave without putting my cock between them.

Eventually we’d get hungry again, as we’ve been at it since afternoon and it’s now likely past midnight.  After perusing the room service menu we would decide instead to venture out for a late dinner.  We’d end up at Nopa, Katana-Ya, or Cable Car Pizza, eating delicious food and talking excitedly about the fun we’ve had and the fun still to come.  We’d return to the hotel, and after a good night’s sleep we’d wake up and enjoy a bit of early morning fun until our time together concluded.
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Flash Fiction Friday: The Greatest Bus Ride Ever

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Subway Fantasy; source unkown

To those not in the know, it appeared that several of the passengers had forgotten the main convention of being out in public.

At least a dozen individuals ā€“ all of them female, Julius noted with some interest ā€“ were naked.  Actually, that wasnā€™t entirely correct.  Most of them wore shoes and accessories:  The bespectacled thirtysomething with the conservatively-cut hair lost in her copy of Business Week wore a smart pair of heels suitable for an upwardly mobile professional, and an expensive wristwatch.  The athletic woman with the familiar white earbuds in place wore New Balance running shoes, her hair tied back with a pink scrunchie.  The nineteen-year-old whose backpack sat on the seat beside her as she read a geometry textbook wore fashionable boots and a ā€œLivestrongā€ wristband.

The bus came to a stop and the athletic woman headed for the front exit while two women dressed only in high heels left through the rear exit.  A woman boarded the bus wearing a hard hat and heavy black work boots.  She carried a metal lunch box and took one of the recently-vacated seats.  As she passed him, Julius found it all but impossible not to stare.  Even if he could look away, there were nearly-naked women all over the bus.  He was going to wind up staring at somebody.

When the bus reached his stop, Julius headed for the front exit.  He paused long enough to ask the driver about the indecent exposure to which heā€™d been witness.

The driver simply pointed at the sign:  ā€œClothing Optional Busā€. (257/257)

Behind the Scenes
This is our first time participating in Flash Fiction Friday since July 13.  Since then, only one prompt was posted, on July 27th; as Ram the Sunlover’s site was down for part of that week we didn’t find the prompt until Friday afternoon.  I considered writing something quickly but decided against it.
This week, the requirements were a 257-word limit – which I reached without exceeding on the first try – and the word “…convention…”  Upon looking at the prompt photo I considered making the story a straightforward look at a bus ride in a world where people don’t always wear clothing.  However, after feeling this idea to be a bit bereft of depth, I took a different approach and told the same kind of story from the point of view of an outsider, if you will, i.e. a character who is unfamiliar with the concept of clothing optional buses.
I initially considered using the required word to refer to a formal gathering of people who share a common interest, i.e. a political convention, a science fiction convention, or in this case, a nudism convention.  The humor would have been found in the concept of groups of nudists actually traveling to said convention on public transportation while naked.  Ultimately I found that I preferred the less obvious definition of “convention”, i.e. a standard of conduct.  As I write this, I am curious to read my fellow Flash Fiction writers’ stories to see which meaning of “convention” they utilized.
This isn’t my most ground-breaking Flash Fiction Friday story, admittedly, but I had fun writing it.  The word limit wasn’t high enough to go into voyeuristic detail with regard to the naked ladies riding the bus, or for that matter Julius’ inner monologue.  But I enjoyed dreaming up a world wherein public transportation doesn’t require clothing.  In such a world, I suppose I might ride the bus more often.
Deleted Scenes
None.  Despite the fact that I found 257 words a bit constrictive this week, I managed to tell the story I set out to tell without needing to trim anything.
Soundtrack
A few bus-related possibilities come to mind, among them “Magic Bus” by The Who, and “In a De Bus” by dancehall artist Professor Nuts.

The Naughty Hangout: Casual

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The three themes at The Naughty Hangout this week are “Faded”, “New”, and “Loud”.  In the shot below, my jeans are faded, and my shirt is new.  For “Loud”, I considered donning a particularly obnoxious Hawaiian shirt.  I own a few, but as none of them are new, I would have had to find something else to represent that theme.  I opted instead to add some digital noise to the image.  Loud enough for you?

See who else is being naughty this week!

Wicked Wednesday: Want to Know a Secret?

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This weekend my brother and his wife were in town.  They live in another country, and we haven’t seen them in a year.  It’s always great to spend time with them and their beautiful little girls.  I love catching up with my brother and his wife over drinks, and it’s such a thrill to watch our daughter play with her cousins.  Even though our daughter is too little to remember these kids, it was great to see her having fun with them.  
I’ve thought my sister-in-law was hot for a very long time.  Whereas I’m short and somewhat full-figured, she is tall and statuesque.  Whereas my hair is dark, she has gorgeous blonde tresses.  And whereas my breasts are just fine despite their modesty, she has a beautiful pair of D cups that I fantasize about kissing, licking and sucking.  But why stop with her breasts?  Everything about her, from her smooth shoulders to her slender legs to her perfect ass gets me wet.
I’ve seen her naked two and a half times.  The first time was on a family camping trip.  One morning we both happened to find ourselves in the communal bathroom taking showers at the same time.  This is probably long before I ever acknowledged my attraction to women, let alone to her specifically, but it was a very exciting experience.  Her body was flawless, and she wasn’t even slightly shy about letting me see her naked.  At that point, I could definitely admit that she was sexy, even if I wasn’t ready to fantasize about my brother’s wife.
The one-half time was at our wedding.  She was one of my bridesmaids, and when I mentioned that I needed something borrowed (to complete the custom of “something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue”) she gave me her thong, which she had just put on a few minutes before.  I only got to see her ass, and just for a second at most since she was wearing a dress.  That’s why I’m calling this a half of a time.  It was still hot, though, and hotter still because I knew she had no panties on.  By this point, I was more than comfortable fantasizing about her, and I imagined us retreating to the honeymoon suite during some downtime between the ceremony and the reception.

The other time, most of the women in my family had gone to Vegas to celebrate someone’s birthday.  One of the activities planned for the trip was a visit to a day spa for massages.  She and I partnered up, got undressed, had our massages in the same room, and afterwards showered off together.  Naturally, this reminded me of the earlier camping trip.  I was so turned on by the experience that while my sisters and cousins all went gambling, I ran back to the hotel, locked myself in my room, called Jack and had phone sex while fingering myself until I was lying in a puddle.

Obviously she and I will never have sex.  Even if she is as into me as I am into her (something I strongly doubt, incidentally), the fact that we see each other once a year for just a couple days means that it’s more than likely not meant to be.  And even if it was more convenient, even if she lived a reasonable distance away and I saw her on a more frequent basis, I doubt it’s the sort of thing she would be interested in making happen.

Anyway, shh.  Don’t tell anybody.  My brother would look at me weird if he knew.

-Jill

This week’s prompt: to take someone into one’s confidence

TMI Tuesday: August 14, 2012 – Any Regrets?

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Thank you to ā€˜Rants from the Erotic Rogueā€˜ for this weekā€™s TMI Tuesday.

Looking back on our lives, we can have a mix of reactions to the things weā€™ve done. When it comes to sex, our memories can color us with pride, fondness, nostalgia, indifference, or all too often, regret.
This weekā€™s TMI Tuesday questions delve into things that people typically regret later in life. How much do you regret, if at all, any of the following?
Jack’s Answers
1. Do you regret how you ā€œlostā€ your virginity? If yes, why and to whom would you have preferred to have lost it?
Of course I regret the manner in which I “lost” my virginity.  (Why is “lost” in quotes above?)  I’m guessing that no teenager who first has sex with his sixty-year-old biology teacher in exchange for a passing grade is going to be particularly proud of it.  On the other hand, I sure as hell didn’t want to repeat the tenth grade; at the very least there was no way I was going to willingly sit through this guy’s class for another year.  So I guess that I did what I had to do to ensure that said repetition didn’t happen, and I have no business regretting it.  On the other hand, it being 1992, I would much rather have lost my virginity simultaneously to Cindy Crawford, Heather Locklear, Pamela Anderson, and whoever in hell Kim Basinger played in Cool World.
Yeah, her.
2. Have you ever lived a moment in your life where you said ā€œYeah, Iā€™m not going to ever tell anyone about that.ā€ Describe that moment or incident.
See above.
3. Do you regret having acted on a sexual impulse? If yes, please describe.
I don’t believe that I have.  Unlike Jill, I can’t honestly say that any of the sex I’ve ever had was bad, or had immediate negative consequences or obvious risks, i.e. it wasn’t part of a plot by a roaming gang of criminals to distract me while they stole my car or something.  That is not to say that I don’t necessarily regret entering into relationships with women I knew were bad for me beforehand, or even with women I found out were bad for me in the middle of it or afterwards.  But as far as meaningless sex goes, no, I don’t think I really regret any of it.  I’ve definitely had sex with people I probably shouldn’t have had sex with, in particular women who were already attached.  But my assumption is that if I didn’t fuck them someone else would get to; I didn’t see the point of not fucking them, especially if I didn’t know their significant other.  So I don’t regret it.  I’m more likely to regret not having acted on a sexual impulse.  See below.
4. Do you regret not having had sex with someone who you could have had sex? If yes, would you do it over and have sex?
Here’s a secret:  I don’t believe in having regrets.  I do my best not to concern myself with things I can’t change.  Even if my own action or inaction led to the destruction of the Seattle Kingdome and the deaths of the twenty-thousand disabled children and their families watching a charity football game there*, I acknowledge that once it’s done there’s no way to reverse it and therefore I see no reason to dwell on it.**  However, if I did have to pick something to regret, somewhat, it would be the handful of people who could have become sex partners and for one reason or another did not.  There aren’t too many people who fall into this category, but there have been enough that I wrote a blog post on the subject.  And if I had the opportunity I don’t know whether I would throw caution to the wind and remedy the situation.  I say “throw caution to the wind” because I am a firm believer in the notion that the choices we make in the past determine our present.  I am very happy with my life at the moment, and I would hate to change my present by altering my past even in a miniscule way.  On the one hand, there are people I could have had sex with who I haven’t seen in years but who are still part of my regular fantasy rotation.  I’d love to finally have sex with them.  On the other hand, I’d hate to return to the present day and find that I am no longer married to Jill and enjoying the life to which I’ve grown accustomed.  (Actually – is it possible to return to the present day?  The question doesn’t specify if it’s Back to the Future-style time travel, or The Terminator-style time travel.)
Or even better, Time Bandits-style time travel.
5. Do you regret not having asked out or tried to hook up with someone you really liked out of fear of rejection only to later learn that person wanted you, too? If yes, please describe.
I don’t believe this has ever happened.  It may have; I’ve lusted after a lot of people in my day without consummation.  But I don’t recall ever finding out after deciding not to pursue that the object of my aborted pursuit would have been receptive.  The closest I’ve come to this was telling M (our occasional third) that I would have loved to have fucked her in high school, but never tried due to the fact that I was in a relationship when she was single and vice versa (i.e. not out of fear of rejection); and having her tell me that she wouldn’t have said no.  Oh well – water under the bridge.
6. Do you regret having done a particular sex act? If yes, please describe.
Beyond the thing with my biology teacher, which was, of course a joke?  No, I don’t think so.  Bearing in mind that there is a vast assortment of sex acts I’ve yet to try, I don’t think that I’ve regretted any of the ones I’ve actually done.  If I put sufficient thought into it, I guess I might regret having done a particular sex act with a particular partner, or in a particular location, but I have never done something sexually that I regret in and of itself.  I really wracked my brain and tried to think of specific incidents with specific people wherein I might have said something after the fact like, “I really shouldn’t have eaten her pussy that night because it sent the wrong message.”  But I have no such incident in my past; I am far less analytical than this.
Bonus: Do you regret not having told someone you love them? Romantic, not familial or friendship love.
No.  While I may have given my love to women who hadn’t earned it, planned to abuse it, or otherwise didn’t deserve it, I never did so under duress, and probably not even under false pretenses.  When I told someone I loved them, it was how I honestly felt at the time.  It may not have lasted; it may not have even been real.  I may regret, in retrospect, spending as much time with the individual(s) as I did.  But at the time it felt like the right thing to do and therefore I can’t regret it.
*Yes, I’m aware that the Seattle Kingdome no longer exists. I didn’t want to name an operational entity.
**Okay, this sort of thing I would probably dwell on.

Jill’s Answers
1. Do you regret how you ā€œlostā€ your virginity? If yes, why and to whom would you have preferred to have lost it?
Yes, I do regret my first time.  I wish I hadn’t had sex with the guy I gave my virginity to.  I had waited a long time to finally have sex, much longer than most of my friends and actually longer than I wanted to.  Thanks to my Catholic upbringing, I was planning on waiting until I got married to lose my virginity, but I was in my mid-twenties and began to think I might never get married and thus I might never have sex.  Plus, it wasn’t like I hadn’t done other sexual things short of intercourse, so it probably seemed hypocritical to not simply do it.  Anyway, I wasn’t sure that i wanted to wait until my wedding night to find out that my husband was terrible in bed.  I figured that I’d better make sure that we were sexually compatible before I got married.  The guy, Adam, turned out to be a liar, and an all-around asshole.  First of all, Adam wasn’t even his real name so don’t worry about the possible legal ramifications of using his real name here on the blog.  He was the guy I’ve occasionally mentioned who thought it was okay to fuck my ass without lubing up or even warning me.  You can read more about what a piece of shit he was here.  I wish I had lost my virginity to the hot guy that I made out with on the beach when I was eighteen.  He and I went pretty far, including oral sex.  He was an amazing kisser, and very sweet.  I’m sure that I would have enjoyed having sex with him.  I know it couldn’t have been worse than it was with Adam.
2. Have you ever lived a moment in your life where you said ā€œYeah, Iā€™m not going to ever tell anyone about that.ā€ Describe that moment or incident.
I’m sure that I’ve had many embarrassing moments in my life that I would love to forget about, but there is one night that I don’t think I’ve told anyone else about.  It’s not something that I am proud of, nor is it something that I would ever do again.  I need to preface this by saying that once I became sexually active, I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to have it all the time.  As a result, I didn’t always make the safest or the most intelligent decisions.  One night I went dancing with a friend.  I met a cute guy, and having been drinking most of the evening he and I went out to his car and made out.  He suggested that we go back to his place, and since I was drunk it sounded like a terrific idea.  I found my friend and told her that I was leaving with him.  She tried to talk me out of it, but of course I didn’t listen.  On the way, I told him that I needed to be home before morning for whatever reason.  He promised that he would drive me home when we were finished.  Once we got to his place, we had great sex for hours.  It was probably the best I’d ever had up until that point.  When I asked him to drive me home, he said he was too drunk.  He lived ten miles from my place.  I walked.  Looking back, walking drunk and alone through some seriously shitty neighborhoods was one of the most questionable decisions I’ve ever made.  Not to mention getting in the car with a drunk stranger.  I’m glad he didn’t turn out to be a serial killer.
Granted, some serial killers are easier to spot than others.

3. Do you regret having acted on a sexual impulse? If yes, please describe.
I definitely regret the night I wrote about above.  While the sex was great, I don’t know if it was worth the insane risks that I took that night.  I put myself in several dangerous situations, and while it ultimately turned out fine I realize that under a different set of circumstances it could have been disastrous.
4. Do you regret not having had sex with someone who you could have had sex? If yes, would you do it over and have sex?
I regret not having sex with the hot guy I mentioned in my first answer.  If I had the opportunity to live out that experience all over again, I would definitely have sex with him right there on the beach.  Despite the abundance of sand and its tendency to get literally everywhere, as I said before I know it would have been better than my actual first time.  I also would have called the beach guy, as I said I would.  I’m not sure why I didn’t call him afterwards.  Maybe it was because I didn’t think I was ready to have sex and I didn’t think I would have been able to say no to him.  He was a nice guy, and very hot.  I could have had a great summer with him.
I can’t not invoke Grease here.
5. Do you regret not having asked out or tried to hook up with someone you really liked out of fear of rejection only to later learn that person wanted you, too? If yes, please describe.
Years ago there was a guy who was dating my friend.  He was really sexy and I liked him a lot.  We didn’t get together then, but about a year later I saw him again at my boyfriend’s house.  We hooked up, and we were fuck buddies for about a year.
6. Do you regret having done a particular sex act? If yes, please describe.
I have enjoyed just about every sex act I’ve ever tried.  The only time I can recall doing something that I didn’t like was the first time I had anal sex with the asshole I talked about above.  Of course, it wasn’t consensual, so I guess that’s really not the same as deciding to try bondage and finding out that it isn’t your thing.  Fortunately my sex life with Jack includes a lot of wonderful anal play.  His concern for my comfort is one of the things I love about him.  I’m glad that Adam, or whatever his real name was, didn’t ruin anal sex for me forever.
Bonus: Do you regret not having told someone you love them? Romantic, not familial or friendship love.
No.  Not even familial.  When I was younger, I remember my best friend always telling her parents she loved them, and her parents saying it back.  My family wasn’t like that.  We’ve always been close, but there were no outward declarations of affection.  I wanted to change that.  I started to tell my parents that I loved them.  I remember feeling awkward and embarrassed at first.  Eventually, it became normal and everyone in my family started saying it to each other.  Ever since then, I have always told the people that I love that I love them.  Life is too short, and I want to make sure that those to whom I am closest know my feelings.
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Pillow Talk

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She lies on cool cotton sheets, legs spread invitingly.  I settle between them, sinking into her welcoming depths.  Her heat engulfs me.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” I say.  Even as the words escape my lips I regret saying them.  I’m not sure why I’ve chosen this moment to discuss the following day’s errands.

“At ten o’clock we have to be at Wells Fargo to sign those papers,” she says as I start to thrust.  My hands find her full breasts, my fingers gently caressing her nipples.  “Right after that we have to go to the post office.”  She pauses.  “Well, you don’t have to come.  I can drop you off at home with the baby if you want.”  My caresses evolve into less-forgiving pinches.

“No, I’ll come with you.  We can have lunch while we’re out.”  She shows no discomfort over what my fingers are doing to her nipples and issues tacit agreement to my lunch idea.  “Anything else we need to do?” I ask.  She reminds me of lightbulbs we need to buy.

I should point out that our pillow talk is usually a lot sexier than this.  On most occasions, the things that come out of our mouths during sex involve the things we’d like to do to each other, and to other people.  The names of those to whom we’d like to do these things are usually spoken.  There’s lots of That feels so good and Don’t stop.

This weekend, however, we’ve had very little time that was our own.  A huge family event took up much of Friday, just about all of Saturday, and most of Sunday morning and afternoon.  I managed to get away long enough to see a movie with a friend on Sunday, and while that was fun I couldn’t help but think that the time would’ve been better spent with Jill.

The last few days it has been difficult for us to find time to relate to one another on a non-sexual level, and as a result we’re finding it necessary to multi-task.  That’s why, rather than Fuck me harder Jill is asking about the movie even as I’m lowering my left hand from her right breast.

“It was good,” I say, sounding non-committal.  My thrusts slow down as my fingers find her clit.  I can’t see it, but I can tell it’s standing up, desperate for attention.

“What did you see?”  As I touch her, she gasps.  Her breaths come in shallow wheezes.

“The new Batman,” I say, moving my fingers in small circles.  “I liked it.”

“How does it compare to the last one?”

“I don’t know,” I say.  “Different kind of movie, I guess.  Last part of a trilogy.”  Then, almost as if I’m trying to discourage further conversation, I lower my mouth to her neglected nipple and draw it in, my tongue mirroring the movements of my hand.

It isn’t long before she reaches her peak, climaxing violently, her hips bucking against mine as my fingers continue their dance over her clit.  She thrashes against the bed, her head slamming repeatedly into her pillow.  She cries out, announcing her orgasm in the most explicit terms imaginable.

I give her a moment to recover.  Then, taking my hand away, I begin to thrust deeply once more.  “So,” I say, “what were you thinking about when you came?”

“Honestly?  I was thinking about Batman.”

Formspring Friday: Feelin’ Sexy

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What makes you feel sexy?

Jack’s Answer
I think a lot of what makes me feel sexy is psychological.  Just as one’s confidence, one’s success, and in some cases even one’s health is determined by mental attitude, so too is one’s inner feeling of sexiness.  I know mine is, anyway.  I find that being freshly-showered, clean-shaven, and dressed formally, or at least dressed in something nicer than jeans and a T-shirt, really boosts my confidence and makes me feel sexy.  That is not to say that I don’t completely rock the jeans and T-shirt look, because I do.  But I associate wearing a suit, or even a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, with a night out on the town, and it brings to mind previous nights out on the town, and the sex that usually followed them.  If Jill happens to be by my side, dressed just as nice and looking even more stunning than I, that makes me feel even sexier.
Flirting is something else that makes me feel sexy.  I enjoy the back and forth, the pursuit, if you will, that occurs during flirtation, and I am fortunate to be married to a woman who feels the same way as I do.  Generally speaking if I am flirting with someone, whether Jill, one of our “real-life” friends, or an online friend I’ve yet to actually meet in person, it’s because I find them sexy, and presumably they feel the same way.  This makes me feel sexy.  But especially if it’s Jill.  I love the fact that, even though we’ve been married for half a decade, and much of our life is focused on relatively un-sexy domestic stuff like child-rearing and cleaning house, we still take the time to flirt with each other.
Of late, blogging makes me feel sexy as well.  I enjoy having a venue to talk about sex, something that so-called polite society finds politically incorrect.  But more than ever, I find myself increasingly gratified by the interaction I experience through blogging, and also through Twitter.  I haven’t always seen myself as particularly sexy; while dates, girlfriends, and of course Jill have told me that I was hot, I’ve long wondered how I am perceived by women who have no vested interest in my sexiness or lack thereof, i.e. those with whom I am not involved.  Thanks to this blog and the people who read it, I need wonder no longer. 
Jill’s Answer
One of the things that really makes me feel sexy is dressing sexy.  For me, dressing sexy can involve putting on a slinky black dress, fishnet stockings and fuck-me heels, but it can also be a sexy nightgown, corset, or another piece of lingerie.  I love putting on make-up and curling my hair, too.  Usually I do these things before a sexy photo shoot, and just feeling the curling iron in my hand makes me feel sexy.  Sometimes, dressing sexy means wearing nothing at all.
A warm bubble bath, a steamy shower, or a long soak in a hot tub, preferably with Jack and some sexy friends, all make me feel very sexy.  It’s partially because I’m naked, of course.  But it’s also partially because I love being in the water.  You know what really makes me feel sexy?  Skinny-dipping.  I don’t know if I prefer it in a private swimming pool, or if I’d rather be in a lake or some other natural body of water.  On the one hand, in a pool I don’t have to worry about being seen.  On the other hand, in a lake there’s a chance that I will.  And the thought of someone seeing me at my most vulnerable and possibly getting turned on really makes me feel sexy.
More than anything, though, interacting with Jack makes me feel sexy.  I’m not talking about sex, although sex definitely does the trick.  No, I’m talking about more innocent stuff.  Eye contact from across a room, a wink, or playful physical interaction like a smack on my ass or his hand on my thigh provides a reminder that he still finds me as attractive and sexy as he did when we first met.
If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!  In fact, our Formspring inbox is just about empty, so if we don’t get any new questions this feature may be going on hiatus.  To see who else participated this week, visit Twitter and search for #FormspringFriday!  If you have a Formspring account and you aren’t already participating, feel free to join in the Formspring Friday fun!