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Women's rape fantasies
Why May is Nat'l Masturbation Month
Erotic Writing
Ache
A Word on What Your Words Do to Me
Anything the Lady Wants
Breathless
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Jerk and Tug
Jill's Look Back at Masturbation Month
Like a Faggot
Phontographs (fiction, part 1)
Release
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Spearmint Rhino
Swing: Part I
The Dance
Touch Me, Tease Me
Kink & Fetish
Earning My Wings
fantasy with beast/the train ride
His first crop spanking
Learn the rope of knots: Larks Head
Popping my anal cherry
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Why chastity is hot
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Author: jackandjillcpl
Co-Sleeping; or, The Risk of Sex With an Unintended Audience
An article at The Huffington Post caught my eye Friday evening. The headline cited recent findings that claim that one third of Swedish parents have had sex while an infant lay asleep beside them in bed. My first reaction was a simple “Ick.”
I say that as the father of a two-year-old who can be clueless about the fact that her Mommy and Daddy occasionally need privacy. I understand the urgent need to have sex right fucking now, despite the fact that it’s not an opportune time, i.e. the baby is asleep in the same bed, or perhaps you’re at church on Sunday morning. I just find it unusual – and, frankly, a bit weird – to have sex while a child is in the same room.
When I was in my mid-to-late-twenties, I cammed with a couple. I’d been chatting with them on Yahoo! Messenger for a few weeks before I finally got to watch them in action. The wife was young and pretty, with a curvy body built for sex. The husband was hot too, as far as guys go. It was a thrill to finally see her naked, a thrill to watch her suck his cock. And I would have probably gotten off while watching, had I not caught sight of their baby sleeping on the bed nearby. I’m not sure why this squicked me so badly. I’m guessing that, as someone who was not yet a parent, I found it distasteful to have sex in front of one’s children.
Sex Cauldron? I thought they closed that place down!
It didn’t matter that my webcam friends were likely completely aware of their baby’s sleep schedule, knew that he or she was unlikely to wake up, and were sufficiently accustomed to the child’s presence that arousal and orgasm were never in question. To them, it didn’t matter that the baby was lying right there, sleeping soundly and perhaps cooing in a contented fashion. It mattered to me. There was no way I was going to be able to get off with a baby in my line of sight.
Even today, two years into fatherhood, I find it unseemly to have sex while my daughter is sleeping in the same room. That is not to say that we haven’t done it; we most certainly have, though always out of necessity. It’s never an ideal situation, and my body seems to be physiologically resistant to arousal when there’s a chance my daughter might wake up and find me fisting her mother.
Make no mistake, we’ve had sex while our daughter was sleeping in a different room, though unrestrained; if you don’t lock or at least close the door, it’s hardly any more of a risk than having sex while the baby is in the same room. We’ve blogged about how she’s walked in on us mid-coitus, and while she didn’t seem traumatized by what she saw, I know I certainly was. On the one hand, I know how highly I value my own sexual pleasure. On the other hand, when my daughter walks in on us and we are unable to hide ourselves under a blanket because we are fucking in the middle of the living room floor, it makes us feel somewhat selfish. That may be where the “Ick” came from.
But as I read the news article, it became clear to me that I can’t judge Swedish parents for their “Let’s fuck right here beside the baby” attitude; co-sleeping is very common in Sweden, as well as other European countries, certainly moreso than it seems to be in the United States. Then again, perhaps it is more common in the United States than we’ve been led to believe; as the article states, in the U.S. there is such a stigma surrounding co-sleeping that those who participate in the practice are unlikely to admit doing so, making the chance of collecting accurate survey data very slim.
For the uninitiated, “co-sleeping” refers to the practice of letting babies and young children sleep in the same room – or even the same bed – as their parents, sometimes until the child starts attending school. Co-sleeping reportedly has numerous advantages, including allowing the parents to get more sleep, or better sleep; increased stability and emotional health for the child(ren), and reduced risk of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, or SIDS.
As a rule, we never slept with our baby. Sure, she slept in a bassinet in our room for a couple months, but as soon as she was able to sleep alone she had her own bedroom. This was partially due to the fact that it was what we considered “proper”, or at least it was how our own parents had raised us. It was also due in part to the fact that, when our baby was an infant, we found ourselves having a lot of sex, something that continues unabated to this day. I didn’t want to have sex with our child present, and for this reason giving her her own space (and accordingly giving Jill and I our own space) was a must.
We have no interest in judging, whether positively or negatively, those who co-sleep. We are open to various methods of parenting and understand that what works for some will not work for all. But it bears repeating that our decision not to co-sleep was reached as much for selfish reasons as it was for the long-term benefit of our child.
I found the following passage from the Huffington Post article quite noteworthy:
American actress and attachment parent Mayim Bialik advocates co-sleeping and says that one of the questions she gets asked the most is how she is able to be intimate with her husband. Bialik says they simply don’t use the bed for sex. “We can be intimate in any other room of the house,” she explained in her book.
Wow. TV’s Blossom doing the nasty. Who’da thunk it?
So, has anyone tried co-sleeping? Have their been any long-term effects, whether positive or negative, on your child(ren)? And most importantly, what was the effect on your sex life?
-Jack
Formspring Friday: A Porn and Masturbation Trifecta
What’s the strangest thing you’ve masturbated to?
Jack’s Answer
Without a doubt, it was an unkempt hobo in an alley when I was twelve. He offered me candy and toys if I put on a really good show. I kept up my end of the bargain, but he didn’t. Jill says that I shouldn’t have been taking candy from strangers, but he was only asking me to do something I was going to do anyway. Despite being burned at such a young age, I never lost my positive outlook.
Mark Driscoll says that if you masturbate, you’re gay.
Okay, all joking aside. I don’t know that it was strange per se, especially when compared to an unkempt hobo, but in December 2000 I was spending the weekend with family about an hour and a half from where I lived at the time. As a constantly-horny male in his early twenties, I was accustomed to masturbating before bed. If I was home, I would have watched porn on my computer, or even put in a VHS tape. Remember those? But I didn’t have access to any of that.
Cyndi Lauper sang a song about masturbation.
This was almost twelve years ago. The concept of porn on demand was pretty much unheard of, certainly nothing like it is today. I had no laptop loaded with digital porn or erotica I had written. I had no smartphone. There was no YouPorn, no Twitter. Bringing porn along with you on a trip meant packing a few adult magazines in your suitcase. I should have just used my imagination, but because there was a television in the guest room, I figured I’d see if I could find some visual stimulation. I flipped through the channels in search of anything even slightly titillating: Bikini chicks in some hip-hop video on MTV. Lingerie models on the runway. Even a semi-attractive local newscaster.
“Pastor Chris” Oyakhilome says masturbation is not a sin.
But I’m pretty sure that when the music stopped, so to speak, I was watching a commercial featuring no one attractive.
Jill’s Answer
Probably Fringe, the Fox television series about Fringe Division, a branch of the FBI that investigates paranormal occurrences. I’ve been watching it since it began airing in 2008 (just a few days before we started blogging), mainly because Joshua Jackson is in it. He’s hot. He was hot on Dawson’s Creek, too.
Pacey Witter had to serve a Saturday detention after being caught masturbating.
I don’t think I ever masturbated while watching Dawson’s Creek. I don’t know why not, but I do know that I’ve masturbated while watching Fringe. I wish I could go into greater depth and talk about a specific episode or even a specific scene that inspired me to do it, but I can’t recall one. I just know that when Jack and I were separated, I would set the DVR to record it and watch it late at night. I’m usually horny late at night. As I said earlier, Joshua Jackson is hot. I hope I don’t have to draw you a diagram here.
Octomom has a masturbation video coming out next week.
In my own defense, I would usually pause the show and masturbate, then resume watching after I came. Given the nature of the show I can’t imagine letting it play and being able to relax enough to actually get off.
What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever watched?
Jack’s Answer
Claire James’ scene in a film called Extreme Penetrations 4. Claire James is a porn star who was active in the early-to-mid 2000s. I first came across her using the nom de porn Eva Malone on a now-defunct site called Eva Loves Cum. The site was mostly POV videos of oral sex, and I assumed it was run by an actual couple. When I found out that she was a pro, I sought out whatever I could find. Eventually I came across this scene on a streaming website.
In the scene, Claire is out for a walk in the woods when she encounters something that I can only describe as a dildo monster. Picture some manner of rubber-suited creature from a Japanese monster movie, albeit with numerous dildos protruding from its surface. It’s the sort of thing one might see in a nightmare brought about by overindulging in deep-fried food and porn immediately before bed. The creature attacks Claire, who does a fairly decent job pretending that she’s being assaulted by something that doesn’t look ridiculous. Soon Claire gives into Dildo Monster’s advances and reciprocates. She takes three dildos in her ass, followed by a load of a synthetic semen-like substance in her face.
This scene was equal parts strange and silly. I didn’t masturbate to it; if I had it would have undoubtedly been the answer to the previous question. I didn’t even find it arousing, despite the best efforts of all concerned. It was, simply put, too weird for me, not brilliant enough to possibly be intentional comedy, nowhere near sufficiently amusing to function as accidental comedy, and too close to hentai for my own personal tastes. All I was left with was legitimate curiosity: Who would be turned on by something like this?
Jill’s Answer
A porn film from the late 1970s called Pizza Girls, also known as Hot & Saucy Pizza Girls. In it, John Holmes is the owner of a pizzeria who employs a trio of delivery girls. They skate around town in sexy but dated ’70s fashions, delivering more than just pizza, something that I found to be a clever spin on the pizza delivery boy cliché. Meanwhile, a competing restaurant plots to shut down the pizzeria by raping the delivery girls.
Ernest Borgnine once attributed his longevity to masturbation.
Wait, what? Yes, you read that right. This movie includes a subplot concerning a serial rapist known as the Night Chicken. The Night Chicken rapes a couple of the delivery girls (off camera), though the lighthearted, carefree tone of the movie never really wavers. The girls don’t seem all that upset over having been sexually violated. I’m not sure if it would have been worse if the film had been fun and comedic one minute, then terrifying and disturbing the next, but as it is it’s pretty unsettling to watch one of the delivery girls tell the others that she was raped as casually as one might tell of missing the bus, then pull up her top to reveal handfuls of chicken feathers.
Christine O’Donnell equates masturbation with adultery.
I’ve never been a fan of story in porn. It’s distracting, and I’d much rather cut right to the sex than waste time explaining why the pool boy is fucking the bored housewife. Who needs a reason? Pizza Girls goes a long way in demonstrating why a story is not only unnecessary, sometimes it’s not even desirable. On the other hand, the sex scenes are pretty hot, and it’s always exciting to see John Holmes’ enormous member, if not his sunken cheeks, faraway stare, and his standard-issue porn star mustache.
What’s the last thing you masturbated to?
Jack’s Answer
A couple weeks ago, while clearing out one of my email accounts, I came across a story an old girlfriend wrote for me. It was the fictitious account of a hot foursome that sadly never became fact. It was all the more exciting to read because she wrote it at a time when she was just coming out of her shell sexually. She and I would eventually engage in occasional monogamous group sex with another couple, and though she was never comfortable or secure enough to open up our relationship, non-monogamy remained a fantasy of hers as long as I knew her. The story represented the first time she voiced such an interest.
Louis CK has partially built a career on masturbation.
Last night, while Jill slept, I read the story on my phone. It was the first time in nearly a decade that I read it, much less masturbated to it. The story was as hot as it ever was – hotter, even – and I had no trouble immersing myself in the action.
Jill’s Answer
An amateur porn clip featuring a British blonde being gangbanged by several guys. I don’t know its origin, but nothing seems to be off-limits for the young star. She sucks multiple cocks at once, she’s bent, prodded, and maneuvered into every conceivable position, DPed, then TPed (triple-penetrated, not covered in toilet paper), and finally takes multiple loads to the face, mouth, and breasts. I didn’t put this clip on intentionally, but as I was looping an entire folder of porn clips, this is the one that happened to be playing when I came. It was pretty hot though.
Masturbation forced Kramer to drop out of the contest first.
At the same time, I was also fantasizing about watching two online friends of ours having sex. In my imaginataion, they started with oral sex. Then they did doggy style with her bent over the bed as he fucked her with long, deep strokes of his hard, thick cock. When he came, he pulled out, and she turned around to take his cum all over her tits. Needless to say, I came hard.
Everyone on Earth masturbates.
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The Naughty Hangout: Jack Was Here
This week’s main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Flag Day”. In the United States, Flag Day is celebrated today, June 14th, and commemorates the adoption of the American flag. At the risk of making light of Flag Day, we thought we’d raise a flag ourselves.
Go see who else is being naughty this week!
-Jill
Wicked Wednesday: One Last Climax
The sky was no longer black, but not yet the blue of the morning. The dark silhouettes of the trees outside our window swayed against a sapphire background. We lay together, bodies bathed in sweat as the physical pleasure dissipated and the comfort of afterglow settled over us.
It was four-thirty in the morning, much to our surprise. We hadn’t had a night like that in years, but my in-laws offering to take the baby overnight meant we didn’t have to worry about being interrupted by late-night requests for milk, or for that matter waking her up.
Our neighbors, on the other hand, we hoped slept soundly. The last of our many respective orgasms occurred almost simultaneously just moments before, the passionate sounds of mine triggering Jack’s own. He came in my mouth, his volume surprising considering how many times he’d already climaxed.
“I want one more,” I said, my voice quiet but not at all sleepy. He moved onto his side and lowered a hand between my still-warm thighs, his fingers finding my swollen lips. I pushed him away. “You can watch.”
As I ran my hand along my thighs, I felt my arousal building once more. My other hand caressed my breasts, feeling their shape, their weight. I pinched my nipples, feeling them harden as I rolled them between my fingers. At the same time, I parted my slick opening and inserted two fingers. I was still very wet.
I love to feel Jack’s eyes on me while I pleasure myself. It’s a thrill to know how aroused he gets from watching. I gathered my wetness on my fingertips and began to rub my needy, engorged clitoris. I had hoped to give him a prolonged erotic performance, but I could already tell that I’d be lucky to last another couple minutes.
I took my hand off of my breasts and began to finger my hungry, dripping pussy. My fingers moved in a circular motion, tracing long strokes around my opening. At the same time, my other hand continued to fondle my ripe, throbbing bud. I could feel myself ascend toward orgasm, my heartbeat pounding unrelentingly in my ears as I gave myself one last sweet, glorious stroke.
And then I felt my orgasm overtake me. My body tensed, my legs straightening and my ass rising up off the bed. I moaned louder than I had all night, the knowledge that this was perhaps my final climax of the night motivating me to make it count. When it was over, I slowly sank into the mattress, the pillows ensconcing my head, beckoning me to a long-awaited sleep.
-Jill
Picture prompt; no verbal prompt this week
Source: robertlenkiewicz.org
Retro HNT: Closer…
TMI Tuesday: June 12, 2012 – The Most Times
We want to know what thing you’ve done the most times.
Jack’s Answers
1. What sex position have you been in the most times?
I’ll go with missionary. It’s such a basic position that pop culture – movies, television, etc. – would have us believe it’s the only one that works. And while it’s far from the only option, it does work quite nicely, especially when you like face-to-face intimacy during sex. While there have been a couple sexual partners with whom I’m pretty sure I never actually did missionary, I did it with the vast majority, including virtually everyone I had sex with more than once. In fact, my first girlfriend preferred missionary to doggy style or female-superior positions, ostensibly because she had a retroverted uterus and found these positions uncomfortable. Of course, I suspect that her repression had something to do with it as well.
2. What book have you read …?
The Bible, obviously.
3. What movie have you watched …?
Asking a movie geek which movie he or she has watched the most is like asking a movie geek which movie he or she likes best. You may as well ask me which book I’ve read the most. Oh wait, you did. Anyway, given my desire to keep things moving, I’ll say The Godfather. Or one of the Star Wars films. Or The Big Lebowski. Or Dazed and Confused. Or Aliens. Pulp Fiction. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I could go on.
I watch a lot of porn, but there’s no single porn film I watch more than all others.
4. In the last week, who have you texted … ? (no names, list the relationship or type of person)
Definitely Jill. Oh wait, you said no names. So I’ll just say the hottest woman I’ve ever met.
5. In the last week, what food have you eaten …?
I have literally no idea what this might be. Some kind of junk food, I’m guessing. Donuts? Let’s say donuts.
6. Today, which website have you visited …?
Probably Twitter. I like to stay caught up in the lives of my pervy friends, so I tend to check it pretty regularly.
I visit a lot of porn sites, but there’s no single site I visit more than all others.
7. When dining out, where have you eaten …?
I tend to visit a local pizzeria with shocking regularity. Not sure if it’s the place where I dine the most often, but it may well be.
8. Which sex toy have you used …?
When alone? My hand. It seems to have been built specifically to handle my cock. When I’m with Jill? I’m not sure. I don’t think there’s any one of her sex toys that I use on her more than any other. You know what? I’m going to go with Jill’s Rabbit, if only because I’ve got to say something. It’s definitely not the toy she’s used the most – that honor goes to her Eroscillator – but I do enjoy using it on her.
Bonus: Is there something you’d love to go back and relive in your sexual past?
(Thank you to Husband of Two Sexual Minds for this week’s bonus question)
I’m not sure that there’s anything I’d like to relive, if only because as a firm believer in the butterfly effect, I see myself screwing up the present by doing something slightly different in the past. It’s better to leave well enough alone, I think. However, for the sake of argument I will point out that in my single days I had several notable missed opportunities, and I suppose one of those might be fun to revisit, this time picking up the subtle cues I originally missed.
Jill’s Answers
1. What sex position have you been in the most times?
Missionary, with doggy style (my favorite!) a close second. Although it’s not as exotic, or even as exciting, as less run-of-the-mill positions, missionary can be very gratifying, and a lot of fun. But with certain guys we just never did missionary. I’m pretty sure this was because they liked looking at my ass too much.
2. What book have you read …?
Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. It’s a great story about sharing and not being selfish, appreciating what people have to offer, and giving back. These are the values I was raised on. I read it a lot as a teacher, and I try to impart its lessons to my students. Actually a book I probably read even more than The Giving Tree is Bill Martin and Eric Carle’s Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? My class features a unit on it. We read the story, and then we do projects based on it. The students even make their own copies of the book. In any given school year, I read it at least three times.
Tragically only half the students survived the class this year.
3. What movie have you watched …?
Definitely Grease! It’s been my favorite movie since I was a kid, and I used to watch it over and over with friends who lived on my block growing up. One of my friends had a TV in her garage, and we would watch the movie, then open up the garage door and dance to the songs in her driveway, usually while wearing roller skates.
Despite Jack’s hopes and dreams, it was nothing like this. I was ten.
4. In the last week, who have you texted … ? (no names, list the relationship or type of person)
My husband.
5. In the last week, what food have you eaten …?
As it’s nearly summer, I’ve been on a fresh fruit kick. I’ve been eating a lot of raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries. The raspberries have been especially sweet and juicy lately.
6. Today, which website have you visited …?
Twitter. It’s the only site I really check with any frequency. Even though I am usually teaching all day, I enjoy scanning my timeline from time to time in order to keep up with my friends, and hopefully get a naughty thrill reading about something sexy. I have to do it on my phone, since Twitter, Facebook, and various other social networking sites are blocked.
7. When dining out, where have you eaten …?
There is one local taqueria that we frequent. When Jack and I want something quick and delicious, that’s where we go. On average I’d say we eat there once every week or once every two weeks. We order burritos, and the baby eats about an eighth of mine.
8. Which sex toy have you used …?
Definitely my Eroscillator, which Jack got me for Christmas one year. It’s a pretty high-end toy, but it always results in incredible orgasms, and most if not all of its attachments are slender enough to rest comfortably on my clit while Jack is on top of me. Another great thing about it? It doesn’t require any batteries.
You read that correctly: No batteries.
Bonus: Is there something you’d love to go back and relive in your sexual past?
(Thank you to Husband of Two Sexual Minds for this week’s bonus question)
Sex with a woman, which I’ve only done in the context of a threesome. Years ago I had a near-miss experience with two guys, and wouldn’t mind trying to make that happen. However, the fact that I was in a much different place in my life sexually than I am now means that I might not have done anything differently. Besides, if I was going to have a threesome with two men one of them would have to be Jack.
Still less creepy than the Burger King mascot.
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Reflections on the End of the Year
This week, Jill’s school year wraps up and she begins summer vacation. As a stay-at-home Dad, this is an exciting time for me. In fact, I probably view the end of the school year with more excitement now than I did when I was actually attending school. The phenomenon is more or less the same: My work load lightens, I get to sleep in a bit later than normal, and the days find me with increased autonomy, enjoying activities I normally wouldn’t get to. The difference is that raising a child is far more difficult than passing advanced calculus.
This year, however, something about the onset of summer vacation feels a bit amiss. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that there’s something necessarily wrong, but it’s definitely not the usual carefree scene set to Alice Cooper’s 1972 hit “School’s Out”, wherein my peers and I run screaming from our school, turning over the cars in the faculty parking lot before blowing up the entire institution in a display of academic rebellion that would make Allan Arkush proud.
Google it.
Our blog reached (and surpassed) 100,000 page views today. It occurred to me that the overwhelming majority of these page views occurred since we resumed blogging in August of last year. Curiously, our first post in more than thirteen months was published the week that Jill returned to work and summer vacation ended. It had been a particularly exciting and rewarding summer vacation, featuring travel, fun times with family and friends, and of course, much more sex than the parents of a baby should ever expect to have.
Though neither Jill nor I ever consciously made the connection, I suppose that restarting our blog may have been a reaction to the end of summer vacation. Looking ahead at the next ten months of being the sole daytime caregiver of our baby – and for Jill being the sole daytime caregiver of thirty babies – I very likely needed the outlet, something fun and sexy to take the edge off of our newly-reactivated work routine.
During the 2010-2011 school year we blogged exactly zero times. At that point, our most recent blog post was a TMI Tuesday that was our sole offering for the month of July 2010. The transition to new parenthood, as well as a stressful move and then the adjustment to life in a new locale, took up most of our time and energy. Blogging was simply something for which we had no time – even if we still had the need – and we had no intention of ever doing it again.
It’s clear that we’ve enjoyed not only being back, but being prolific. In the last ten months, we’ve published 343 posts. By comparison, in the nearly three years between the blog’s inception and when we resumed blogging post-hiatus, we published only 124 posts. That is an increase of more than 250%. Of these 343 posts, the vast majority have been memes or other regular features, but eighty-three posts were completely original or otherwise not conforming to any manner of group behavior. This is impressive for us, as the sheer number of memes in which we participate frequently limits our ability to be spontaneous. We’ve discussed this elsewhere on our blog.
At the risk of sounding self-aggrandizing, we’ve accomplished a lot in the last ten months. We posted the first-ever sexy picture of Jill on the blog (which was our second picture overall), and our first ever HNT post. (Prior, we had only participated in HNT on The Other HNT.) We wrote plenty of erotica, though nowhere near as much as we would have liked to have written. “Open Box“, Jill’s story about a memorable toy-shopping trip, was read by Harper Eliot (formerly known as Lady Grinning Soul) on her Christmas podcast. Thanks to our friend Liza Bennet, one of our posts caught the eye of no less an authority than Dr. Ruth Westheimer.
Some of our posts have branched out into arenas beyond sex. As we find that we must frequently reconcile our ridiculously high sex drives with the fact that there is a dependent child living with us, some of our posts concern parenting (though primarily as it affects our sex life). As we are Americans concerned with the encroachments of the religious right into our private lives, some of our posts have concerned politics, especially where sex and sexual health are concerned. In October, we posted our single non-meme post that doesn’t in any way involve sex. It’s about horror cinema, and is somehow our most-viewed work, quickly becoming the first of a very small handful of posts to singlehandedly surpass 1000 page views.
Our greatest accomplishment since resuming this blog, however, is undoubtedly the acquisition of so many like-minded friends. In many cases, we find ourselves drawn more strongly to our online friends than we do to many of the friends we’ve known personally for decades. It’s remarkable to discover just how highly we value open communication and sex-positivity in our friends. We wouldn’t willingly give up the connections we’ve made for anything.
It is in part for this reason that the end of Jill’s school year gives me a bittersweet, almost melancholy feeling, even as it fills me with excitement. Make no mistake, I don’t believe that the thrill of having two months “off”, i.e. not being my daughter’s sole caregiver every single day, is in any way going to steer my focus away from blogging. In many ways, expressing our sexual selves has become one of our foci, and that’s not likely to change.
No, my concern stems more from the fact that, with the exception of the occasional Saturday, we’ve managed to blog every day since late September. While Jill and I are not averse to skipping a day or two when absolutely necessary, we’re afraid that skipping a few days due to travel will make it easier to skip a few days due to laziness. It’s a problem we had frequently in our blog’s early days.
In closing, while we are not planning to decrease our blogging frequency this summer, it’s something that most certainly could happen. Should we go missing for a couple days, it’s only because we’re vacationing in some secluded paradise that doesn’t happen to feature wi-fi, and not because we’ve had a change of heart. Should two or three days pass with nothing new from us, don’t panic. Understand that it’s just temporary, and that we’ll be back.
-Jack
Menswear Monday
I’m told I clean up nicely.
-Jack
Sinful Sunday: Feet Up
I love sitting in front of the computer watching porn. I don’t do that nearly enough. When I masturbate I’m usually lying in bed reading sex blogs, but even if I happen to be watching porn I’m probably still in bed. Still, I find something so hot about sitting at the desk with my feet up, feeling the familiar sensation of my fingers or a favorite toy.
See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!
