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Formspring Friday: Weird to Watch

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i would like to watch my husband have sex with his ex is that weird?

Disclaimer:  In my opinion, words like “weird”, and for that matter “normal” and “abnormal”, don’t really fit into the context of sex and sexual desire.  Applying “normal” standards to what turns somebody on is just another way for the mainstream to control human sexuality, stigmatize free sexual expression, and force people into a box, so to speak.  On to your question:

I don’t think it’s weird at all, but then “weird” is a relative term.  There are undoubtedly plenty of people out there who would disagree with me, but I see nothing wrong with your desire to watch your husband have sex with his ex.  You don’t specify why you want to watch, but I know that Jill found the prospect of watching me with one of my exes exciting mainly because she wanted to see how my performance differed between when I had sex with my ex and when I have sex with her.  Additionally, Jill is a voyeur, and likes the idea of watching something private, of watching two people (or more, possibly) let their guard down and become vulnerable.  There’s something powerfully erotic about that scenario.

Is it normal?  Well, that depends on who you ask.  Sex-negatives and die-hard monogamists who disapprove of extracurricular sex would likely find the scenario you describe deviant, and the thought of letting one’s significant other stray outside the boundaries of his or her commitment morally wrong.  Others would say that it’s normal to have such a desire and perhaps even normal to act on that desire, but might caution you against letting your husband have sex with his ex as there may still be feelings below the surface.  Still others would say that your interest in watching your husband have sex with his ex is not only perfectly normal but completely hot, and if all three of you are equally into it, and if there’s absolutely no possibility of still-smoldering emotions on their end or jealousy on yours, why not give it a shot?

Bear in mind that it’s possible you won’t know how you’ll really feel about watching your husband have sex with his ex until you’re actually in the situation, and by then it may be too late.  It might be the greatest turn-on you can imagine right now, when it’s still an abstract concept.  But once he’s inside her, doing things that were previously reserved for you, your feelings could very well change.  Even if you’re certain now that you won’t be jealous, what if you’re mistaken?  Even if you aren’t prone to jealousy, what if watching your husband and his ex simply turns you off, and alienates you from him?  I’m not in any way implying that you don’t know your own feelings, but we’ve heard stories of people who were so focused on their partner’s pleasure that they neglected their own.

I note that while you say you would like to watch your husband have sex with his ex, your question could be interpreted as relating to a fantasy as opposed to something you are interested in pursuing and making a reality.  If that’s the case, no one’s opinion should matter except your own, and possibly your husband’s.  No fantasy that remains completely in one’s mind can be harmful in and of itself.

However, if you are hoping to turn this fantasy into a reality, the first step is discussing it with your husband.  Is he into it?  I know that there are several exes of mine that Jill would probably enjoy watching me fuck, but I’m not getting in touch with them for anything.  Is the ex someone with whom your husband is still in touch, and with whom the topic could be discussed comfortably?  In other words, has she become a born-again Christian?  Is she married to someone who is under the delusion that she was a virgin when they met?  Is she incarcerated or institutionalized?  If your answers to these questions are all “no”, that’s potentially very promising.  Additionally, if you don’t think it’ll be anything more than a fuck – again, no chance of those pesky emotions rearing their heads – I don’t see a problem.

I’m no authority.  If there are any points I’m missing, I’d appreciate a heads-up from anyone more knowledgeable than I.

-Jack
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Flash Fiction Friday: Stairway to Heaven

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(Image source: “On the Stairs” by Samantha Wolov)


Before they could make it up the stairs they fell to the ground, peeling off each other’s clothes in a fit of frenzied passion.  They kissed hungrily, desperately, their hands pawing at each other’s flesh like playful kittens.  She found herself frantically trying to lower his double knit slacks even as he reached beneath her skirt to pull her panties aside.
The shag carpet ensconced her as he opened her.  His first thrust took him deeper than she thought possible.  The hair on his chest was rough and scratchy against her breasts, his lips pleasant and soft on her neck.  As she clasped her legs around his back, she was glad that she’d drawn his house key from the bowl. (120/122)
Behind the Scenes
I wrote this week’s Flash Fiction Friday challenge in a matter of minutes; other than my usual momentary “What three words can I cut to make it fit?” conundrum, it was one of the easiest ones in recent memory.  In addition to the photo prompt, participants were asked to write a story that was between 68 and 122 words, and incorporate the phrase “…rough and scratchy…”
The first thing I think of when I see the prompt photo is “crazy seventies hair”.  That’s not to say that the photo was taken in the 1970s, or even that it is meant to represent the 1970s in any way.  But for some reason the unkempt mop on top of the gentleman’s head makes me think of that glorious decade that saw my birth.  There really isn’t anything that specifically identifies my story as being set in the 1970s, though chest hair, shag carpeting, and the last-minute mention of the hookup occurring at a key party seems to cement it firmly in that era.  There wasn’t sufficient room to mention any other period detail.
It bears noting that I originally planned to use the required phrase to describe the shag carpeting and not the gentleman’s chest hair.  But it’s been years since I’ve had contact with shag and I don’t remember what it feels like.  Are the fibers all that scratchy?
Deleted Scenes
None.  I had no delusion that I’d be able to write more than a relatively small passage, and budgeted my words accordingly.
Soundtrack
It’s got to be “The Hustle”, by Van McCoy.  It was in my head the whole time I was writing.
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The Naughty Hangout: A Trip to the Park

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Posted in baby HNT meme motherhood Not Sexy park photography playful swinging The Naughty Hangout TNH weekly feature written by Jill

Of the three themes at The Naughty Hangout this week, the one that most resonated with us was the primary theme, “Pastimes”.  So many things came to mind, and obviously the first one was sex.  However, we decided to tackle the theme with a different approach, one that you might not expect from us.

We talk about swinging a lot on our blog, but we’ve never meant it literally.

If you were expecting filth, we’re sorry for the tame pictures this week.  You’re welcome to check out the last photo shoot we did at a park.

Go see who else is being naughty this week!

-Jill

On a Break

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The summer I turned twenty-four, my girlfriend and I took a break.  We’d been together for a year or so, and we were pretty serious.  We weren’t exactly talking about being together forever, but we cared about each other – the word “love” had been spoken – and we enjoyed our relationship.  So why were we on a break?  As with the other breaks we took, this one was because we both wanted to have sex with other people, but the thought of having an open relationship simply didn’t occur to us.  At any rate, even if it had I question whether we would have been able to handle it ethically and respectfully.  We certainly wouldn’t have been able to deal with the judgments of others if the nature of our relationship was found out.

My boss, Christine, was thirty-four.  She was very attractive despite her advanced age – which, I must point out, was younger than I am right now.  She had long brown hair, pretty eyes, full lips, and smooth, unblemished skin.  She usually wore thin white blouses and long, billowy skirts with boots.  Sometimes she wore tight jeans.  I’m pretty sure that she was the subject of every single work wank I carried out at my desk while employed there.  It didn’t hurt that, despite the fact that she was married with two kids, Christine was a die-hard party girl.  At least once a week, she’d take the office staff out for drinks.

While out at a bar one night,  Christine kissed me.  On the lips.  It was sudden and quick, just slightly more randy than a familial peck, and nowhere near the full-blown makeout session that I would have preferred.  For the last couple hours she’d been drinking some concoction that included Galliano and vanilla liqueur; I was under no delusion that the kiss had been motivated by passion for sexy twenty-four-year-old Jack, or that that Christine had somehow forgotten about her husband watching the kids at home.  I knew it was the alcohol.

Christine apologized.  “I shouldn’t have done that.”  I could tell she meant it sincerely; while she didn’t blush, she couldn’t look me in the eyes.  Despite her tendency to cut loose and party after work, Christine was the ultimate professional.  Other than putting on her headphones and rocking out at her desk, she was very big on protocol during business hours.  I knew that the guilt she was feeling came from the perceived lack of professionalism in what she’d just done, moreso than it did in the violation of her marital vows, or in the thought that she’d crossed a boundary with regard to my own relationship, which she knew was on a break anyway.

“No harm done,” I said.  It was true.  She and I were the only ones there.  The other person who was drinking with us had gone to the restroom.  It hadn’t even occurred to me that Christine had deliberately waited until we were alone, which I suppose would have made the alcohol less responsible than I previously thought.  After a few seconds’ silence, I added, “I liked it.  I’ve wanted to kiss you for awhile.”  I omitted the part about her mouth not wanting to be my first choice of places to kiss.

It was a two-block walk back to the office.  We cut through the parking lot, and our drinking companion got into her car and left.  I was about to do the same when Christine asked if I could help her with something in the storage room.  Oh fuck, I thought.  Here it is.  I’d read enough Penthouse Forum to know where this was going.  In fact, I vaguely recalled a porn film I’d seen in which a young office boy was seduced by an older woman in a position of authority.  In fact, if I recall correctly they were doing something in a storage room when the sex began.

As she unlocked the building, I anticipated ripping the blouse off of her fine form, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.  As we walked down the hall to our office door, I anticipated peeling off her nearly-skintight jeans, revealing long, slender legs that would spring open instantly.  Once inside the office I anticipated the taste of her pussy on my tongue, and wondered if she trimmed, shaved, waxed, or did none of those.  I imagined that I could already smell her arousal.  I remembered the condom in my wallet; it had only been there a week or so.  I wondered if Christine carried condoms.

She led me to the storage room.  “Can you get a new toner cartridge down?” she asked.  Interesting lead-in; I was surprised that she didn’t begin by removing my jeans and giving me head.  The night was young; obviously that would come later.  I brought out the ladder and set it up in front of a large cabinet that almost reached the ceiling.  I climbed up four rungs and took a new toner cartridge from atop the cabinet, then brought it down and handed it to her.

As I put the ladder back in its place, I asked her if she needed me to install it for her.

“No”, she said, heading into the copy room.  “I can manage.  Thanks for getting it down.”

She wasn’t carrying herself with the air of a woman who wanted to get laid by a guy ten years her junior.  I hated mixed signals.  I still do.  I followed Christine into the copy room, where I found her installing the toner.  I wasn’t exactly sure where to go from here.

“You sure you’ve got that?”  Dumbest question I could have asked.

“I got it,” she said, closing the front panel on the copier.  “All done.”  I stood there for a moment, awaiting her next move.

“So are you sticking around, or – “

“Yeah, I’m going to finish up printing these reports before I go.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  Sorry again about earlier.”  Christine took playing hard to get to an entirely new level.

Christine and I eventually did have sex, though not for a few years.  I’d left the job, she and her husband were estranged, and it just sort of happened.  If it didn’t, I might have titled this post “The Second-Hottest Girl I Never Fucked.“

TMI Tuesday: May 15, 2012 – Fine Dining

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You are having dinner at the best restaurant you can imagine. Do not concern yourself with over-eating, or other restrictions. We want to know what you like best. What will you have for:

Jack’s Answers
1. Before dinner wine, aperitif, or cocktail?
We’re pretty typical.  During the standard large family dinner outing, we will make for the bar or lounge and have a round while we wait for our table.  Other times, we are seated immediately and enjoy a drink while chatting and perusing the menu.  More often than not, I’ll order an Irish whiskey, neat.  Jameson and Paddy’s are preferred; I’m not crazy about Bushmill’s.  

Nothing against the whiskey itself; I’m just not crazy about anything that includes the word “Bush”.

2. Appetizer?
I’ve never met an hors d’oeuvre I didn’t like; however, there are some I like much more than others.  As the entree I generally order is beef, I find that seafood makes an excellent complement.  Therefore my first choice will be coconut shrimp with an orange marmalade-based dipping sauce.  A good alternative might be fried calamari or crab cakes.  I should also point out that when I read “appetizer”, the first thing that came to mind was the Aussie cheese fries served at the Outback Steakhouse chain.  Consistently named the worst restaurant dish in America by various consumer advocacy and health publications, a single order of these fries delivers almost 3,000 calories.  Given the “Do not concern yourself with over-eating, or other restrictions” bit, I was almost tempted to choose these.
3. Soup?
Again, I am operating under the condition that this mythical meal will somehow not result in the further clogging of my arteries, and that I will manage to offset the damage the food does to my body with a few hours of strenuous physical activity, likely involving sex with Jill and any other sexy female bloggers who’d like to help prolong my life and optimize my physical health by climbing aboard and going for a ride.  Thus, I will choose New England clam chowder, as I’m a fan of cream-based soups, and of the numerous varieties of clam chowder New England is the only one I enjoy.  As a backup choice I’d order corn chowder, as it’s got all the warm, creamy goodness of clam chowder, though sadly none of the clams.
4. Salad?
Ah yes, salad.  Here’s where we get healthy.  Here’s where we undo all the damage I’ve done to my body with the two previous courses.  Since anything served in a salad bowl is bound to be good for you, I’ll take a garden salad, please.  Easy on the lettuce, though you can pile on whatever seasonal vegetables you like.  Then cover the whole thing in extra-chunky blue cheese dressing.
5. Wine or other beverage with dinner?
My first choice would be a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.  I’m not a wine snob by any means, though I do enjoy drinking it, and whenever convenient or conducive to a good meal, I try to pair wine with food for maximum effect.  Should Cabernet Sauvignon be unavailable, I’d probably go with Merlot, made from a versatile grape that is wholly undeserving of its bad reputation.

This guy’s got a lot to answer for.
6. Entree?
I’ll have the filet mignon topped with blue cheese crust.  I’d like that medium to medium-rare.  I’ll pair it with a Maine lobster tail.  If beef is unavailable – say, for instance, that we’ve crossed into an alternate reality in which the raising of cattle for food is against the law – I’ll have the calamari steak, grilled or breaded and lightly fried; or perhaps a salmon fillet.  
7. Side Dishes?
I’ll go with a loaded baked potato, the perfect accompaniment to a good steak if there ever was one.  Additionally I’ll go with creamed spinach as, in my old age, I’ve come to appreciate this simple and delicious dish, and associate it with high-end steakhouses.  If we’re in that crazy alternate universe where steakhouses have been replaced by fish markets and I’ve just ordered the calamari steak, then switch my baked potato for garlic mashed potatoes, but keep the creamed spinach.
8. Dessert?
My favorite dessert is ice cream.  I can eat it any day of the week – or better still, every day of the week – whether it’s summertime or the dead of winter.  I like ice cream the way Cookie Monster likes cookies.  I’ll eat it plain or with toppings, in a bowl or on a cone.  In fact, I wish I had some ice cream right now.  However, for all of my insistence that ice cream is where it’s at, I don’t see myself sitting through a several-course meal at “the best restaurant [I] can imagine” and then ordering ice cream.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that, especially if the restaurant features ice cream on the menu.  It’s just that, under the circumstances, I’m likely to order something denser, along the lines of cheesecake or carrot cake.  If I’m looking for something lighter, I might go with some manner of cheese and fruit platter.
9. After dinner drink?
I enjoy a glass of barrel-aged port or brandy after a sumptuous meal.  If I’m having brandy I would prefer Armagnac or Cognac, as those are the brandies with which I’m most familiar.  However, as I write this I find myself craving a nice orange Muscat, a variety of dessert wine popular in California.  I imagine that it would nicely complement the aforementioned cheesecake.

I said “orange Muscat”.
10. Which 3 people would you invite to dinner: (must be famous, well-known, living or dead, not fictional)
– For sex appeal
These questions are difficult.  I tend not to care about famous people sufficiently to go out of my way to have contact with them.  I can’t relate to celebrities, and the truth is, when I think “sex appeal”, I’m either thinking of someone I know personally, or one of the many sexy online friends with whom we’ve come into contact through blogging and tweeting.  The truth is, I can’t think of very many famous people who turn me on enough to name.  Certainly not any contemporary famous people.  But if I had to choose someone sexy to invite to dinner, make eyes at across the table, and hopefully fuck when all is said and done, I’m thinking it’s going to be Cindy Crawford circa 1992.  Hey, if I can bring someone back from the dead for the purposes of this dinner, I should be able to return a living person to the age of my choice.
– For great conversation
Jesus?  Okay, kidding.  There’s no way I could narrow my answer down to just one person.  Upton Sinclair.  W.E.B. Du Bois.  John F. Kennedy.  Bill Clinton.  Judy Blume.  Barack Obama.  John Waters.  Jane Addams.  William Jennings Bryan.  Franklin Delano Roosevelt.  Gary Gygax.  Rachel Kramer Bussel.  Frank Sinatra.  Dean Martin.  Sammy Davis, Jr.  Margaret Sanger.  Dr. Ruth Westheimer.  Dr. Joycelyn Elders.  Kurt Schmoke.  Ernest Hemingway.  Jon Stewart.  Mohandas Gandhi.  Martin Luther King, Jr.  Forrest J. Ackerman.  Andrew Carnegie.  Richard Dawkins.  Jim Morrison.  Dan Savage.  Stan Lee.  Roger Corman.  Bill Hicks.  Asia Carrera.  Jack Kerouac.  Christopher Hitchens.  Raymond Carver.  I could probably compose a blog post listing nothing but the various individuals I admire and with whom I’d enjoy conversing over a meal.
– Because you detest them
Why would I invite to dinner someone I detest?  What sort of purpose would this serve?  Am I supposed to refrain from washing my hands between going to the bathroom and prepping their meal?  Is it so I can feed them before I take them out to my game preserve and give them a head start before donning a pith helmet and hunting them like a common animal?  I’m not certain why this sub-question involves a person I detest as opposed to, say, a person I admire.  While I suppose that a person that I admire could have been a suitable answer to the previous sub-question, just because I admire someone doesn’t necessarily make them great at conversation.  You know what?  I’m going to go with Hitler.  Why?  Because why the fuck not?  Is there anyone more universally despised throughout the course of human history?  I would opine that there is not.  At the moment, Hitler has the perhaps unique distinction of being so widely hated by such an overwhelming margin of humanity that the people who don’t consider him a mass murdering piece of shit are considered crackpots by the rest of society.  A major plus about inviting Hitler to dinner is that rather than actually serving him a meal I could kill him, thereby disastrously affecting the course of human history.   (I imagine that I’d have to go back in time to, say, the 1920s in order to make this happen; I couldn’t somehow bring Hitler into contemporary times, because then it’s too late.)
Bonus: Your lover brings you breakfast in bed. What’s on the tray?
A bagel, lightly toasted, with cream cheese; and bacon that’s not too crispy.  Additionally, I’ll have a glass of orange juice.  Some pulp is okay, but I don’t want the kind with lots of pulp.

And when I’m done I’ll eat her pussy.

Jill’s Answers

1. Before dinner wine, aperitif, or cocktail?
I like a glass of wine before a meal.  Wine tends to make me warm and tingly, and that’s always a good way to start an evening.  I would order a nice Syrah, because lately that’s what gets me to my warm and tingly place.

So does this guy.

2. Appetizer?
I would order either a grilled artichoke with mayo or garlic aioli, or coconut shrimp.  It really depends on the time of year.  During the summer months I am more likely to go for the artichoke as it is a lighter dish, whereas if I am eating at Elway’s in Denver it’s going to be the coconut shrimp every time.  [Editor’s note:  Elway’s menu currently lists this item as $16 for three shrimp.  I hope you’re saving your pennies, my dear.]
3. Soup?
Soup has really never been my thing.  It always makes me too hot, and usually fills me up so much that I can’t enjoy my entree.  in the past, if I was eating soup at a restaurant, it was usually a taste of Jack’s and then back to my salad.  But recently I discovered tomato bisque.  It’s my new favorite soup.  Tomato bisque is creamy and delicious, and if made correctly it tastes like Heaven must taste.  In fact, I enjoy it so much that lately I’ve begun to order it as an entree.
4. Salad?
If the restaurant can prepare the blue cheese pecan chopped salad that I sometimes order when we go to Outback Steakhouse, I’d get that.  It’s such a wonderful combination of flavors and textures and is probably my favorite salad at the moment.  If the restaurant cannot prepare that salad, I think I’ll just have a Caesar.  (But they should be able to prepare it, shouldn’t they?  It’s supposed to be the best restaurant I can imagine.)
5. Wine or other beverage with dinner?
Keep the Syrah coming, please.  I’ve got a nice buzz going, and I would really like to maintain it as long as possible.

Not that kind of buzz.

6. Entree?
I’ll have the filet mignon, served medium rare.  That means it has to be seared on the outside, juicy and delicious on the inside.  It needs to melt in my mouth like butter.
7. Side Dishes?
I always get a baked potato when I order a steak.  It’s got to be loaded, too: butter, sour cream, bacon, chives, and shredded, almost melted cheese.  If I can have two sides, I’ll get creamed spinach.  Lately, we find ourselves ordering creamed spinach at a lot of premium steakhouses.  When prepared correctly, this dish is a perfect complement to a good steak.

Not to be confused with a perfect compliment to a good steak.

8. Dessert?
I’ll have the crème brûlée, but not just any crème brûlée.  The custard has to be mixed with rich, melty chocolate on the bottom, and there has to be crispy caramelized bananas on top.  While out to lunch for Mother’s Day, the restaurant we were at treated us to just such a crème brûlée for dessert.  Now I don’t think I can go back to regular crème brûlée.
9. After dinner drink?
The only thing that could possibly make me give up my Syrah glass is an Irish coffee.  After a delicious meal, I love sitting at the table with my siblings, cousins, parents, aunts, and uncles (and of course Jack), enjoying the tastes of the coffee and the whiskey together, as well as the conversation and the sense of closeness to my family.
10. Which 3 people would you invite to dinner: (must be famous, well-known, living or dead, not fictional)
– For sex appeal
This one’s easy:  Harrison Ford.  Doesn’t matter whether he’s playing Han Solo at age thirty-five or Indiana Jones at age sixty-six, he’ll always be one of my longest-running celebrity crushes.  

– For great conversation
It’s got to be William Shakespeare.  I imagine he’s got many stories to tell over a dinner of barbecued burgers and homemade fries or, if he’s feeling particularly adventurous, carnitas tacos.
– Because you detest them
Ann Coulter.  Few people are more loathsome in my eyes.

Bonus: Your lover brings you breakfast in bed. What’s on the tray?
Coffee, orange juice, and a Ramos fizz to drink, plus sourdough toast, bacon, and a multi-layered parfait made of raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, vanilla yogurt, and granola.  And if he wants to include his sausage I’ll eat that too.

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Are We Sex Negative?

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Last week, our fellow blogger Liza brought to our attention a very in-depth and thought-provoking article at The Frisky on the topic of sex positivity.    
Wait a minute, you may be saying.  You always write about sex positivity, and being sex positive.  But what exactly does that mean?  Excellent question, and admittedly not the easiest one to answer.  I’ll wager that for many sex positives, sex positivity is something that cannot be easily defined, but one knows it when one sees it.  That’s certainly the case for Jill and I.  Additionally, while we know sex positivity when we see it, we also know sex negativity when we see that.  Attempting to smear a Georgetown law student because she uses birth control?  That’s sex negativity.
I guess it’s not as complicated as I’m making it sound.  Sex positivity is exactly that: The notion that sex is a positive, healthy thing, unworthy of the negative attitudes and taboos that it seems to engender throughout most of society, or at least American society.  It’s the attitude that any sexual activity involving consenting adults is beneficial to its participants, and by extension to society as a whole.  Or at least, that’s how we’ve always viewed it.
It was for that reason that we were particularly interested in writer Rachel Rabbit White’s thoughts on the topic.  After all, while we consider ourselves extremely sex-positive, who knows if that’s really the case?  We aren’t authorities on the subject, nor are we the gatekeepers who control its  definition.  Plus, we enjoy The Frisky; if you don’t read them, or follow them on Twitter, you’re missing out.
The article is entitled “8 Ways To Be Positive You’re Sex Positive“, and for the most part it consists of rational, common sense points about what does and does not constitute sex-positivity.  Well, maybe “common sense” isn’t the right term.  In fact, I’m certain that it’s not.  But I wish it was.  I wish more people could read this article and relate to it.  In fact, scratch that.  What I really wish was that sex positivity was so prevalent that this article didn’t need to actually be written in the first place, and that my fellow sex bloggers and I were instead abuzz with discussion about a groundbreaking article on whether reverse cowgirl beats traditional cowgirl.
It occurred to us, before reading the article, that we might find out that something we’ve been doing is not conducive to true sex positivity.  We imagined having to change our habits lest we be branded sex-negative.  We imagined being ostracized from the sex blogosphere by an angry, torch-and-pitchfork wielding mob.  We imagined shutting down our blog and launching a mainstream parenting blog where we debate the merits of carrot sticks as the perfect after-school snack.  Okay, that’s an exaggeration.  We imagined none of those things.  But we did wonder if perhaps our philosophy of sex positivity differed from that presented in the article.  And in a way, it does.
While we can agree wholeheartedly with most of the points the article presents, we took issue with the second one, entitled “Stop glamorizing sex.”  Essentially, the author suggests that sex positive writers, in describing their sometimes prodigious sex lives, take on a haughty position over their readers, and can even be accused of boasting about the sex they have.  “Talking about your sex life as if it’s better than someone else’s is glamorizing sex, and that doesn’t move the dialog forward…glamorizing helps cement the idea that sex all the time should be the goal instead of knowing your desire levels and honoring those.”
The assumptions made by the author in reference to this point are numerous.  She infers pressure among sex positives to discuss their sex lives in a superior fashion.  She interprets this superiority as bragging, admitting that she conducted herself in the same fashion when she was in high school and apparently assuming that those who talk frankly about their sex lives do the same.  She assumes also that those who write positively about their sex life have a goal of “sex all the time”, rather than honoring their level of desire.  She doesn’t acknowledge that, for some, “sex all the time” might actually reflect their level of desire.
In writing this blog, it’s never really occurred to us that people having what the author refers to as “regular” sex (whatever that means; in the context of the article it seems to mean unhealthy sex) or no sex whatsoever might be jealous of us.  Sure, we’ve received the occasional comment from a reader who claimed to be envious of our antics, but we took them to be meant at least partially in jest.  It never crossed our mind that anyone who expressed a measure of envy for our sex life could be serious.  We suppose that this narrow-mindedness could fuel the author’s theory that we are not actually sex positive; our inability to empathize with our readers might actually push us into the “sex negative” camp.
Understand that if that’s the case, it’s not a label we willingly accept.  We’ve never sought to inspire feelings of inadequacy but rather titillation.  We want our readers to enjoy the stories we post and the pictures we share, regardless of whether they’re having good sex, bad sex, or none at all.  If we come off as the sort of bloggers who use this space to compensate for our failings by drumming into the heads of our readers how much more satisfying our sex life is than theirs, then we sincerely apologize.  We’re not interested in alienating anyone, nor are we trying to “wow” them to the extent that they feel inferior.  What could we possibly gain from that?
It sounds like Rachel Rabbit White considers an active, varied sex life a healthy and positive thing.  But, perplexingly, she seems to also be saying that writing about such a sex life in the manner that it deserves is not okay, and that our enthusiasm for the sex we have should be toned down in our writing, so as not to make anyone feel bad.  While we try to be sensitive to the feelings of those around us – indeed, we have voiced our fear of sounding like “arrogant jerks” with regard to our short-lived Sunday Scoreboard feature – the thought that we should handcuff ourselves in this manner clearly stems from unchecked political correctness.  This treads dangerously close to sex negativity, in our opinion.
As I commented on Liza’s post, we blog honestly about the sex that we have, and we don’t make excuses or apologize for any of it.  We simply don’t believe that our readership at large finds an apology necessary.  We assume that those who frequent our blog enjoy what we share, and are perhaps – or should I say hopefully – actually aroused by it.  That’s a large part of our motivation for blogging, and we don’t know that we are willing to change our blogging strategy just to claim a seemingly-arbitrary “sex positive” designation.
 We will continue to write frankly about our sex life, and post pictures whenever possible.  If the fact that the sex life about which we write is rich and diverse makes us sex-negative, whether in the eyes of Rachel Rabbit White or society as a whole, that’s a label we’ll just have to wear.  
Don’t let my objection to the article’s second point dissuade you from reading it.  It’s overall an excellent read, and even if you disagree with most or all of it – something I doubt – it still provides great food for thought.  Check it out.
-Jack 

Mouth Monday

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Yes, that’s a clip shaped like a mouth, complete with teeth.

I really enjoy nipple stimulation, and I get a lot of pleasure out of having my nipples teased, sucked, and licked.  Recently, however, I’ve discovered that I like it kind of rough.  Well, that might not be totally accurate.  I’m not a hundred percent sure that I like it rough, exactly, though I find certain types of aggressive stimulation exciting.  Make no mistake, I’m not ready for nipple torture, or other kinds of extreme nipple play.  I’m not sure that I ever will be.  But I’m getting more and more used to squeezing, pinching, and biting.  This isn’t something I found appealing when I was younger.  Back then, it had to be gentle, all soft caresses and sweet kisses.  But I’m not a porcelain doll.  Manhandle me.

-Jill

Sinful Sunday: Breakfast in Bed

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Today is Mother’s Day here in the United States.  A common Mother’s Day tradition is breakfast in bed.
Why is Jack eating?  It’s Mother’s day, not Father’s Day!
That’s more like it!
Delicious!



To all the dedicated, selfless Moms out there who give of themselves all day, every day, we wish you a very Happy Mother’s Day!  See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!

Sinful Sunday

Last Night, Part 3

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Read Part 1 here.


Read Part 2 here.

When I was able to move again, I rolled onto my side.  Instinctively I tried to pull Jack in for a deep, passionate kiss.  But I couldn’t because I was still bound, my wrists and my thumbs cuffed together by solid, unyielding metal.  Seductively, I flicked my tongue at him and he leaned in, pressing his open mouth to mine.  He placed his hand under my neck, supporting my tired muscles, and kissed me voraciously.

“It’s your turn,” I said after our lips had parted.  I expected him to turn me all the way onto my back, straddle my chest, and throat-fuck me.  Or better still, raise me onto my knees and, with my hands still restrained behind my back, loom over me while I sucked his cock.  And while I was hungry for him, anticipating the familiar taste and the telltale throb of his member between my lips, I was very pleased when he instead turned me once again onto my stomach and raised my hips.  I knew what was coming.

Jack’s hands were warm against my cheeks.  He spread me open once again and I waited, face pressed into the bed, anticipating his next move.  After several tense, breathless seconds he shifted his weight, and rather than feeling his expert probing tongue on my ass it was his steel-hard cock against the slick lips of my pussy.  He didn’t make me wait long before plunging into me as deeply as I’d ever felt him, filling me completely.  His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet every powerful forward thrust.

I love it when Jack holds onto my hips while he rides me from behind.  It’s exhilarating to feel his fingers against my flesh, his hands pulling me insistently onto him.  Other times his hands find their way to my nipples or my clit, and although I do love that, when Jack is fucking me doggy style there’s one thing that I want his hands to do more than any other.  When I felt him twist my hair around his fingers, I wondered if I was married to a mind reader.  He pulled deftly, lifting my face up from the blankets  in which it had been buried, and continued to pound.

I knew he was close when he began to huff breathlessly, and in seconds his sounds turned into intense moans of orgasm.  As he flooded me with burst after burst of hot cum, Jack collapsed against my back.  I felt gentle kisses on my neck, then my shoulders.  I wanted to reciprocate but I still couldn’t move, partially because of his weight on top of me, and partially because of the restraints.  At last Jack removed them, setting them down on his nightstand.  My arms were tingly, not used to their newfound freedom.  So he took me in his arms and we kissed, and then we went to sleep.

-Jill