As the advertising slogan goes, they melt in your mouth. And so do the candies.
-Jill
M&M Monday
Author: jackandjillcpl
Sinful Sunday: Skirts and Sexy Shoes
Three skirts, and three pairs of shoes. Which one is your favorite?
See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!
Formspring Friday: Unrealized Desires
Have you ever wanted to try something sexually but haven’t? What is it and why?
Jack’s Answer
For the most part, I don’t have a lot of unrealized sexual wants or needs. I’ve done most of the things that appeal to me. I’ve had anal sex. I’ve given facials. I’ve had threesomes. I’ve fisted. I’ve found lots of G-spots. I’ve been deep-throated. I’ve done sixty-nine while standing up. I’ve made a sex tape or three. I’ve indulged my exhibitionist side by having sex in public, and by getting naked on a beach. I’ve webcammed with more or less total strangers, as well as with online friends. I’ve had phone sex. I’ve had one-night stands. I’ve had multiple orgasms. I’ve joined the Mile-High Club. I’ve had sex in a moving car. Certain sexual practices, such as autofellatio, Tantra, and the positions of the Kama Sutra, don’t really appeal to me. So, sexually-speaking, there isn’t anything I can think of that I would like to do but haven’t.
I said there wasn’t anything. I didn’t say there wasn’t anyone. Over the past ten months or so, we’ve made many new friends through blogging and Twitter, and I can admit to wanting to have sex with most of them, certainly the women. I know this answer probably sounds like something of a cop-out – many of my Formspring Friday answers are – but the fact is that meeting up with an online friend, ideally someone with whom we’ve communicated for awhile and who we’ve gotten to know, for the purpose of essentially meaningless sex would be most exciting. That is not to say that we would rule out meeting someone with whom we were more casually acquainted, of course. But for me, and I believe for Jill as well, it’s the familiarity with the other person that makes an encounter so exhilarating. If I’ve known a woman for a significant length of time, chances are I’ve imagined what she looks like naked, and fantasized about what sex with her is like. So it’s tremendously exciting to be able to stop wondering.
Actually, now that I think of it, one specific sexual practice that I’d probably give a whirl is an MFM threesome, either with Jill and another man, or a couple for whom I am the third. As far as fantasies go, this is something that is relatively new to me. The appeal comes largely from Jill’s enthusiasm for it, though as I stated I’d pinch-hit for another couple if asked. I don’t really have any boundaries where such a threesome is concerned, though I’m not particularly keen on the idea of interacting sexually with the other man in anything but an incidental fashion. For all my left-wing socially-progressive idealism, this still squicks me.
Jill’s Answer
This was a tough question to answer. There are several activities that I think I would like to try sexually but haven’t yet. I say “I think” because while I am aroused by the thought of these activities, and while I am relatively sure that are scenarios that I would really enjoy participating in, I can’t say for certain how I would react until I am actually in the situation. Both activities would involve at least one person who is not Jack or I, and while all of our non-monogamous (or “monogamish”) sexual activities up to this point have been emotionless and drama-free, I can’t say with total certainty that there would be no emotion or insecurity involved were these things to take place.
The first thing I would like to try is a threesome with two men. It’s no secret that this is a major fantasy of mine, and has been for years. There’s something about the thought of two mouths and four hands traveling over my body that drives me wild, to say nothing of having two hard cocks to play with. In my fantasy I am usually on my hands and knees, with one guy fucking my pussy while the other one fucks my throat. However, it is increasingly common for this fantasy to feature double penetration. I’m not sure that I’d ever actually attempt that, but it’s really hot to imagine both men moving rhythmically inside me, one in my pussy and one in my asshole, driving me to one orgasm after another. I acknowledge that the failure of this fantasy to come true is partially because I am worried that the experience would fall short of the fantasy I’ve created.
Another thing I think I would like to try is a soft swap with another couple. For those not in the know, soft swap differs from full swap in that the former does not involve vaginal or anal penetration. Everything else is fair game, from making out to manual stimulation to oral sex. I’m not necessarily saying that I wouldn’t consider full swap, but as we are relatively new to this I imagine we’d start slow. I’ve already watched Jack interact with another woman, and while I was directly involved here I would not only not be involved, I would be doing my own thing at the same time. As we are big fans of simultaneously watching and being watched, I imagine that sucking someone’s cock while watching Jack have his cock sucked by someone else would be a great thrill. This fantasy has yet to come true due to a lack of nearby couples willing to indulge us. However, I can admit to feelings of jealousy. I’m not sure why I have them, but I am aware that what turns me on in a fantasy might make me feel differently in real life.
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Flash Fiction Friday: Elevator Operator
As the ancient elevator growled to life, she knelt down and sucked his cock. As they passed the second floor, a small audience watched them rise. Before they’d ascended out of view, she leaned against the wall and he took her from behind.
At the third floor, a woman in lingerie eyed them lasciviously. The fourth floor was deserted. At the fifth a decrepit man in tattered clothing watched and masturbated.
“I’ll be getting off here,” he said as they came to the seventh floor. He climaxed noisily, his body tensing. His cock dripped as he pulled out.
The door opened. He exited, replaced by a naked man stroking himself eagerly. She licked her lips.
“Going down?” (117/117)
Behind the Scenes
Once again, this week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt was issued by Ram the Sunlover. We’ve been out of town since last Friday, with an unreliable-at-best internet connection. When I checked Ram’s blog on Tuesday no new challenge had yet been posted, and I assumed I had the week off. On Thursday afternoon I checked again, and found the prompt photo. I knew I had to work fast.
In addition to the prompt photo and the 117-word limit, participants were required to use the word “decrepit”. Knowing that I could most definitely spin a story around the photo, I began to work quickly. I had a story idea that would have fit the prompt perfectly, but which I could not possibly make fit within the word limit. Believe me, I tried. (This idea is detailed in the “Deleted Scenes” section, below.)
For that reason, this Flash Fiction Friday assignment was quite difficult, moreso than the average difficult Flash Fiction Friday story. Eventually I had to step away for awhile, during which time I came up with a new, similar story idea that I was confident I could tell in 117 words or less.
Deleted Scenes
The original idea that I attempted to write involved a couple of thrill-seekers sneaking into an derelict sanitarium to have sex. The opening paragraph included mention of “broken windows and crumbling brick, the structure itself surrounded by overgrown weeds and tiny bits of glass.” With this leisurely pacing, it’s no wonder that I had to abandon the idea. In this story, the individual pictured in the foreground would have been an unexpected interloper, providing the story with, for lack of a better term, a “jump scare” of the sort used in horror films. The title of the story would have been “Convalescent Home”, in reference to the lovers’ mistaken belief that the institution was that, and not a sanitarium.
When it became apparent that I couldn’t hope to compress my previous story idea into 117 words or less, I tried coming up with a modified version of the above featuring little or no buildup and catching the two characters mid-coitus. When the individual standing outside the elevator made his appearance the man would have run, leaving the woman alone to face an uncertain fate. The title of this story would have been “Abandoned”, in reference not only to the sanitarium but also to the state of the woman at story’s end.
When writing the final story, I inadvertently omitted the word “decrepit”. I didn’t have room to add it anywhere, so I changed the fifth floor’s group of men “masturbating and hooting excitedly” to a single decrepit man. In addition, the two individuals switched from doggy style to standing with the woman’s legs around the man’s back. I couldn’t make this change of position fit.
Rejected titles for this story include “Love in an Elevator”, and “Up and Down”.
Soundtrack
I’d suggest Aerosmith’s “Love in an Elevator”, but that’s just too easy. Therefore, I’ll go with “Going Up, Going Down” by Pan Spherics, or “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell. For a more urban sound, how about “Elevator” by Flo Rida and Timbaland?
The Naughty Hangout: Beating the Heat
This week, the main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Water”. I thought I’d share one of my favorite ways to beat the heat!
The secondary theme is “Steam”. When this picture was taken, I was so hot that I’m pretty certain the water turned to steam as soon as it hit me.
Go see who else is being naughty this week!
-Jill
Wicked Wednesday: Lounging By the Pool
I feel the summer sun beating down on my body as I relax in the lounge chair. I hear him splashing around in the pool nearby. I picture his toned, tanned body as he swims his laps.
I imagine him climbing out of the pool, hearing the wet splack as his swimming trunks hit the concrete. I fancy that I can feel his weight as he climbs atop the lounge chair and settles between my spread legs. I feel the heat of his body as he pulls me close, tearing off my swimsuit and impaling me on his hardness. I gasp as his cock sinks deep inside me, filling me completely.
I am ripped from my daydream by the sounds of him splashing in the water as he swims his laps.
I lower my fingers between my legs, sneaking them inside my swimsuit. I spread my moist lips, feeling my wetness. I stroke my clit eagerly, anxiously, and imagine his fevered thrusts. I move my fingers quickly, striving for much-needed release. I climax, shuddering with pleasure.
I don’t hear any splashing. I open my eyes, and he is already inside me.
I feel the summer heat.
This week’s prompt: Feel the summer
EDIT: The above picture is not of me, nor is it a picture taken by Jack. It was found on a random anonymous picture sharing site.
Retro HNT: Up against the wall
TMI Tuesday: June 26, 2012 – In the Summertime
(Questions courtesy of Andee at Sexy Northern Angel.)
Jack’s Answers
1. Summer is a time to escape, kick back and chill. What is your favourite way to relax when the warm weather hits?
I enjoy relaxing in a reclining patio chair beside a pool, or on a large blanket or towel on the beach or beside a lake. Ideally I will be drinking some sort of ice-cold beverage – beer, soda, water – and listening to music or reading. I’ll be wearing sunglasses and swimming trunks (or not, if possible) and nothing else. Don’t get me wrong, if I’m near a pool or natural body of water I am eventually going to swim, but the question specifically asked about relaxation, and while swimming is fun it’s far from relaxing.
Don’t even pretend this shit isn’t hard work.
2. My first date was to a drive-in movie, what is your best memory of these classic outdoor theatres?
In the interest of being family-friendly, I’ll tell you my earliest memory of the drive-in, though it’s worth noting that to the best of my knoweldge it did not occur in summertime. There’s a much more salacious drive-in movie story that would qualify as my best memory, but I suspect that Jill will share it. When I was about four or five, my parents took me to the drive-in to watch Robert Altman’s Popeye. My uncle tagged along. He and my Dad sat in the back seat, and my Mom and I sat in the front seat. When Popeye was over, my Mom and I switched seats with my uncle and my Dad. They watched another movie, while my Mom put me to bed.
If that was too cute, here’s a picture of two people fucking! Enjoy!
3. Have you ever had a summer fling? How did it develop and why did it end?
Not really. However, when I was sixteen I went to L.A. with my Mom for a work conference. I met a girl who was staying at the same hotel and we had sex a few times. I don’t know that I would call it a fling; I only stayed at the hotel for a few days, and while the situation was intense, fast-paced, and fun, it wasn’t the cliché summer fling in that I’m sure we didn’t pine for the other after we parted, especially since I already had a girlfriend. Yep, that’s right: This was the one time I cheated on a partner. I wasn’t proud of it then, and I’m not particularly proud of it now, though the girl was pretty hot. The situation developed when I ran into her in the hotel gift shop and struck up a conversation. It ended when the conference did. We lived far from one another, and as this was before email, there was no real expectation of keeping in touch. You can read more about it here.
4. Board shorts and bikinis leave something to the imagination, but have you ever tried a nude beach?
As a matter of fact, we have! On Christmas Eve of last year (again, not summertime), Jill and I visited Baker Beach in San Francisco, California to take our final HNT picture. Portions of the beach are clothing-optional, and we briefly stripped off our clothes and got the shot we wanted. We weren’t even certain if the part of the beach where we happened to be was clothing-optional; we certainly hoped so, as we didn’t want to be cited – or wose, arrested – on Christmas Eve. We made certain that there were no children around, and for that matter as few bystanders as possible, before we dropped trou, but we were certainly the only ones naked on the beach. While the skies were clear that day, it was pretty chilly out.
5. What are your thoughts on the Speedo and the Wicked Weasel?
I’m not a big fan of the Speedo, mainly because I don’t think I can pull one off. Actually, let me clarify: When I hear “Speedo” I’m usually thinking of a super-revealing piece of swimwear designed for men, i.e. what is commonly known as a “nut-hugger” or a “banana hammock”. Having said that, I acknowledge that Speedo produces a wide variety of swimwear for both men and women, beyond the stereotypical man-thong of the sort worn by Borat. As for Wicked Weasel, I’d never heard of the term, but I see that it’s also a brand of swimwear. My own distaste for wearing small predatory animals in my bikini area notwithstanding, their product looks both functional and attractive. To be honest, though, I’m not the sort to drop a lot of cash on a swimsuit. I look just as hot in something cheaper.
This is what I pictured when I read the question.
6. The warm weather is a great opportunity to get busy outdoors. Have you ever?
Of course! We are big fans of alfresco sex, and have done it in a few locations, generally backyards or other places where we were unlikely to be arrested for public indecency. Part of the appeal is the fact that it’s usually cooler outdoors, especially at night. Another part is the fact that fucking outside is outside the box, so to speak. It doesn’t fit into the tidy definition of what sex should be, and it’s nice to buck the system.
7. Sunrise or sunset? Which is your summer favourite?
I’m going to go with sunset, if only because rising before the sun is not how this lazy dude prefers to spend his summer.
8. What is the one summer delight that really quenches your thirst? How about your lust?
I drink a lot of ice water, but it’s got to be really cold. I hate it when I order ice water in a restaurant and the server pours me a glass of water from a pitcher that has ice in it, but makes certain that absolutely no ice ends up in my glass. I ordered ice water, not ice cold water. As for my lust, it’s got to be skinny dipping with Jill. We try to skinny dip at least once a summer, provided we have the opportunity. A good hour swimming naked with her under the night sky and all I can think about is sex.
To be fair, one hour of anything has the same effect on me.
Bonus: Summer is the time to participate in outdoor activities. Where would you most like to have sex :
– on the beach?
– at a picnic?
– camping?
Will there be food at this picnic?
Jill’s Answers
1. Summer is a time to escape, kick back and chill. What is your favourite way to relax when the warm weather hits?
I’d love to be in a cabana getting a massage from a hot guy or gal, and when I was perfectly relaxed I’d go to the beach with a good book, preferably something sexy, and a fruity frozen alcoholic beverage like a daiquiri or a margarita. I’d lie in the sun, close enough to the water to take a dip whenever I need to cool off. And the baby would be with her grandparents so I don’t have to worry about her. I couldn’t possibly relax if she was wandering close to the water.
And if her grandparents aren’t around…
2. My first date was to a drive-in movie, what is your best memory of these classic outdoor theatres?
One of my best memories is the time last year when we took the baby to the drive-in to watch Tangled. She was around nine months old and it was her first time at the movies. We knew we wouldn’t be able to take her to an actual theater for quite awhile, and we had a lot of fun that night. We all enjoyed the movie. Plus, there aren’t many drive-ins around, and we made a fun family event out of going. Since both Jack and I grew up with drive-in movies, we are so glad that she didn’t miss out. Still, we know she probably doesn’t even remember the experience. Jack says that I also have to mention the time we went to a drive-in shortly after we started blogging in 2008. We saw Max Payne, and it sucked, so we didn’t feel bad about ignoring the movie and fucking with wild abandon in the car. In fact, I think we went just so we could say that we had sex at the drive-in, and blog about it. But I don’t think that we ever actually blogged about it.
3. Have you ever had a summer fling? How did it develop and why did it end?
I’ve never had an actual summer fling. One year I had a summer job at a movie theater, and I spent most of the summer flirting with a guy I worked with. We only dated a couple times. It wasn’t like we were making out on the beach in Grease or anything.
Or, for that matter, making out on the beach in Greece.
4. Board shorts and bikinis leave something to the imagination, but have you ever tried a nude beach?
Yes we have! I’m sure Jack already mentioned our outing to Baker Beach last year. That was one of the most exciting things we’ve ever done, and it nicely indulged our exhibitionist natures. As fulfilling as it was, though, I wish we could
have had sex right there on the beach. (We’ve also been skinny dipping many times, but that’s obviously not the same thing.)
5. What are your thoughts on the Speedo and the Wicked Weasel?
The Wicked Weasel is definitely sexier than the Speedo, but that’s probably because in general I would rather look at a woman’s ass than a guy’s. In my opinion guys look sexier in board shorts than they do in G-string type swimsuits.
You can take the cross off. The vampires don’t want you.
6. The warm weather is a great opportunity to get busy outdoors. Have you ever?
Yes, we have done it. We usually do it in places where privacy is assured or at least likely. We’ve done it in secluded areas while camping, but more often we do it on our balcony, or in a private backyard. One summer when we were dating, Jack’s parents threw a huge pool party. After all the guests had left and his parents had gone to sleep, we sat out in the yard and made out. We eventually found ourselves on the grass, having sex under the moonlight. When we had finished we gathered up our clothes and went inside. The next morning, Jack’s innocent, naive (Jack would say clueless) mother asked if one of my sisters had left a swimsuit top out in the yard. Turns out it was my bra. I took it, thanked her, and told her I would check. Before you ask, no, she was not trying to spare me the embarrassment. She thought it was a swimsuit top, if only because it didn’t occur to her that Jack and I might have been fucking in their backyard.
7. Sunrise or sunset? Which is your summer favourite?
Definitely sunset. I love watching the sun go down while sitting in a comfortable lounge chair on the beach. Or on a cruise ship. Or the Eiffel Tower. Or anywhere, really.
Well, maybe not just anywhere.
8. What is the one summer delight that really quenches your thirst? How about your lust?
The thing that really quenches my thirst is a frozen drink like a daiquiri or a margarita, ideally consumed on a tropical beach at an all-inclusive resort, preferably a swingers’ resort. The thing that quenches my lust is sex, obviously. Lying on a beach being licked to orgasm? That would quench my lust for sure.
Bonus: Summer is the time to participate in outdoor activities. Where would you most like to have sex :
– on the beach?
– at a picnic?
– camping?
Definitely on the beach. Like in Grease. Can you tell I’m a fan?
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This May Have Been What Caused It
You may be aware, if you’ve been reading our blog for awhile, that group sex is something of an obsession of mine. “Obsession” may be too strong of a word, but it really is something I enjoy. In particular, I like the idea of group sex with me and several women. Two is fine, but there’s really no topmost limit. As I wrote last August:
Ever since I’ve been aware that sex existed, I’ve wanted to find out what it was like to have sex with two women. I think this is evidence of my greedy nature; if sex with one woman is fun, sex with two women must be really fun, right? Given my singular focus, it’s accurate to say that virtually everything I’ve done over the past fifteen years-plus has been in the hopes of making my fantasy come true. Studying a particular discipline? Choosing an apartment? Picking out a tie? Yes, every one of these decisions and countless others were made with the thought of pleasing two woman at once, and of course being pleased by them as well.
While going through some boxes last week, I came across some old MAD Magazines. Though I hadn’t seen this issue, from April 1985, in possibly a decade or more, the sight of the cover immediately triggered something in my brain. Certain that I knew what I was looking for, I flipped through it in search of one specific article – nay, one specific frame! – that, when viewed at age eight would have a profound, indelible impression not only on my sexual development, but on the entirety of my life from that moment on.
The article in question was entitled “Where Your Rock Album Dollar Goes”, and takes a satirical look at why records cost so much. This was long before music downloads were a realistic concept, and the only way to acquire music was to walk into a record store and purchase a physical album or cassette.
The panel that potentially altered the course of my sexuality can be seen below. It depicts a stereotypical ’80s rock star surrounded by a multiethnic bevy of groupies as a physician administers penicillin. Admittedly, he doesn’t appear to be having a very good time. In fact, he doesn’t appear to be in particularly good shape, hence the physician. But I didn’t care. From that point on, having two (or more) women at once became my singular focus. This is (a) disturbing considering that I was eight years old and (b) pathetic considering that it took me twenty-six years to achieve this goal.
This is likely the first overt reference to multiple-partner sex to which I was exposed as a child.
-Jack
Marine Life Monday
Nothing says “child-friendly bathroom” like a shower curtain with fishies on it.
-Jill