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Formspring Friday: The Dark Side

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If you’re looking for our Flash Fiction Friday story, it can be found here.

What is your darkest desire?

It doesn’t get much darker than this.
Jack’s Answer
I hate questions like these.  Let me rephrase that:  I have nothing against questions like these, but I always feel like my answer is going to sound like a cop-out, or like I’m otherwise not being completely honest.  I want to do the question justice and give an in-depth, thoughtful response, or at the very least a response that does a better job answering the question than I suspect I’ll be able to give.
The truth is, I don’t have any especially dark desires.  Most of my fantasies and desires are, for lack of a better word, typical.  They’re the kind of thing that I’ll wager most guys are into:  Multiple women, blowjobs, fucking, orgasms, whatever.  These things are mainstream.  And while I’m certain that there are those who would regard much of what turns me on as out-there and unattainably exotic, these people are beyond vanilla.
The stuff that I enjoy that isn’t typical – voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex – is still not all that dark.  I don’t really go for the so-called taboo stuff.  I’m not secretly into guys.  Pegging doesn’t turn me on.  I’m not particularly wowed by BDSM, at least not to the extent that many of our fellow bloggers are.  Femdom?  Not my thing.  Rape fantasies?  Meh.  Never really saw the appeal, personally.  Furries?  Seems like a lot of work to me, though I can admit to finding those costumes visually impressive.  
Okay, you’re really going to make me come up with something dark, aren’t you?  Something you wouldn’t necessarily know to look at me?  How about the fact that I love to rim Jill, especially when she’s fresh from the shower?  It’s true.  Her ass tastes sweeter than most vaginas I’ve sampled, and I could do it for hours.  Read about it in this week’s Wanton Wednesday.
The thought of watching Jill have sex with another guy is hot as well.  If it was something I was certain she was really into, I’d indulge her in a heartbeat.  I don’t think what I’m talking about is cuckolding, exactly; I don’t want to be cheated on, and I’m not into the humiliation factor that I understand most cuckolds enjoy.  For me, the appeal of this fantasy is split between the voyeurism aspect and knowing that Jill is enjoying herself.
Jill’s Answer
While I would consider myself kinky, I don’t think my sexual desires are the kind of things that most people would consider dark.  When I hear the word “dark” in relation to sex, it brings to my mind things like humiliation, rape fantasy play, extremely painful types of bondage, bloodplay, coprophilia, necrophilia, and even bestiality.  These are things that do not turn me on.
On the other hand, a lot of the things that do turn me on are the kind of kinks that I believe I would be judged for enjoying.  Most people would probably regard them as kinky at the least, if not flat-out dark.  These turn-ons include group sex (especially two or more men interacting with me at once), mild BDSM (including being blidnfolded and restrained, though never gagged as my mouth needs to be accessible at all times), and equal parts exhibitionism and voyeurism.
My darkest desire, then, would involve being with two or more men.  I would be blindfolded and likely restrained as well, probably handcuffed or tied to a bed.  The men begin touching me:  Kissing my lips, sucking my breasts, slapping their cocks against my face, fingering my dripping pussy.  I have to guess who is kissing me, touching me, fucking me.  I am restrained, so I am not allowed to touch them at first.  Later, maybe the roles can be reversed.  The men are tied up and blindfolded, and I get to experiment with my dominant side.
I mentioned that I’m really into exhibitionism and voyeurism.  With regard to the indulgence of my exhibitionist side, it turns out that the room we’re playing in has a full-length (wall-to-wall) two-way mirror, and there is an audience seated on the other side.  I can’t see them or hear them, but I know they’re there, and the thrill of being ravished by several hot, hung guys (and later having my way with them) is intensified by the knowledge that our every move is being watched.  Maybe it’s being recorded as well.  After it was all over, what better way to indulge my voyeuristic tendencies than by watching the recording over and over again.
Oh, and this isn’t exactly an established fantasy of mine.  I came up with it on the spot.  You’re welcome!
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Flash Fiction Friday: On a Summer’s Day

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(Source image unknown; provided some time ago by the lovely Lexi)

The shorts were tight, her denim vest hugging her breasts.  She liked the looks she got from men as she walked.  Soaking up their lascivious smiles, she flipped her hair seductively, returning their hopeful winks with a hint of mischief.
As she reached the end of the boardwalk she unbuttoned her top, pretending not to see their wide-eyed stares.  She let the garment hang from her shoulders and unbuttoned her shorts, dropping them to the pavement.  She wore no panties.
Casting the top from her shoulders, she stood at the edge of the boardwalk and leapt into the water. (99/100)
Behind the Scenes
For the first time in eight weeks, this Flash Fiction Friday prompt was provided by Insatiabear.  The requirements were one hundred words or less (barely made it!) and the phrase “…a hint of mischief…”
I looked at the prompt on Tuesday and didn’t immediately have any concrete thoughts of what the story would be.  I liked the idea of portraying the young woman as a free spirit, the sort who might walk through a crowded public market or other venue – in this case a boardwalk – so scantily clad that most would consider it indecent exposure.  However, after taking a long look at the prompt photo the story wasn’t exactly writing itself.
I returned to the prompt on Thursday during a rare half hour of silence, and simply began writing.  In this case while the story didn’t write itself, it was more or less effortless.  While the hundred-word limit added to the challenge, I knew going in that I wasn’t going to be able to get too in-depth.  What resulted was less a story than a vignette, a window into the life of the character depicted that provides insight into who she is, and hopefully leaves the reader wanting more.
Deleted Scenes
As is my bent, I planned on ending the story with some manner of twist.  I considered that the young girl’s shameless striptease and au naturel swim is actually a figment of her imagination, and she’s stuck working a desk job on the hottest day of the year – a job that coincidentally happens to overlook the thriving boardwalk where her imaginary walk occurred.  Additionally, rather than being the sort of vibrant, adventurous woman who would take such a walk, in reality the protagonist is a frumpy, unconfident person who aspires to that sort of freedom.  In the end, I couldn’t make it fit.  It’s just as well; the story works as a vignette.
The story originally began with “She traveled along the boardwalk, feeling the warm summer sun on her skin.”  This was cut due to lack of space.
Soundtrack
This vignette is all about confidence.  I considered Liz Phair’s “Extraordinary”, but given the overly mainstream feel of Phair’s 2003 self-titled album from which it came I considered that “Extraordinary” would’ve made the preceedings feel like a chick flick.  From a musical standpoint a better fit might be her 1994 song “Supernova” – the tempo seems a better fit – even though it’s a woman’s ode to a prospective lover and not an ode to herself as is “Extraordinary.”  For a more fast-paced, urban accompaniment, Neneh Cherry’s “Buffalo Stance” would work as well, especially with its “Who’s lookin’ good today?” refrain.
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The Naughty Hangout: Deflowered

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Posted in HNT legs photography The Naughty Hangout TNH weekly feature written by Jill
For this week’s The Naughty Hangout, we decided to interpret the main theme, “Flowers”, as well as one of the backup themes, “Vanity”.  
I love this skirt.  It feels soft on my legs and my ass.  It’s loose, and cool enough to wear on a warm night.  It’s dark enough to wear someplace formal, but comfortable enough for lounging around the house.  

Jack thinks it looks even better on our bedroom floor.

Go see who else is being naughty this week!

-Jill

Last Night, Part 2

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Posted in bondage erotic erotica handcuffs non-fiction photography restraint submissive thumbcuffs trust Wanton Wednesday written by Jill
Read Part 1 here.
When I got into bed, Jack produced a pair of handcuffs and thumbcuffs.  Planning to use these in our Sinful Sunday shoot, he suggested I put on a black bra and a black thong, as they would contrast nicely with my skin and make for some visually interesting shots.  After I did that, I got onto my knees, and he pulled my arms back, fastening the handcuffs around one wrist and then the other with a definitive ‘click’.  I felt the familiar cold of the metal clamp tightly against my skin.  It had been quite some time since I’d been bound in this manner.
Feeling the other cuffs close around my thumbs was a new sensation.  They had been in Jack’s nightstand drawer for years, but we’d never used them.  He clicked them into place until they pinched my thumbs.  It was a strange feeling.  Even if the handcuffs were removed, I would still be unable to move my arms until the thumbcuffs were taken off as well.  He asked me to lower myself onto the bed with my ass in the air.  But without the use of my hands I just couldn’t do it.  I wasn’t used to being so dependent on him, and it made me nervous.  Per my request, Jack helped lower me onto the bed, my face coming to rest on a fuzzy light brown blanket.  
As he began snapping pictures, feelings of claustrophobia came over me.  I gasped for breath, more out of fear than out of any actual obstruction.  I heard Jack speak reassuringly as he continued taking pictures, but after awhile I had to adjust my body onto one side just to convince myself that I could if the position got to be too much.  Jack took a few pictures in the new position, and then gently set me down on my face again.  I was much more comfortable now, knowing that I could move out of this position if it became necessary to do so.  I didn’t have to move much, though.  Jack was the one who climbed onto the bed, and then a nearby chair, in order to get the shots he wanted.  
The photoshoot lasted an hour or so.  Most of our photoshoots tend to last that long, yielding in some cases more than two hundred pictures.  However, this was the first time that I spent an entire shoot so restrained.  I was very relieved when Jack set the camera down, though he didn’t remove the cuffs.  Instead, I felt him pull my thong aside.  I gasped with anticipation.  Would he finger my pussy?  Slip his undoubtedly hard cock deep inside me?  No, he had other plans.  Just what those plans entailed became apparent when I felt his tongue.  And not on my pussy, either.

He spread my ass wide, stroking with long, strong movements of his tongue.  His fingers eventually found my clit, engorged and throbbing with need.  As the palm of his hand cupped my pussy, Jack’s able fingers moved in a circular fashion, swirling around my erect, desperate bud.  The rhythm of his hand matched that of his tongue, and it wasn’t long before I was lying in a puddle, slowly catching my breath and very satisfied.

-Jill

TMI Tuesday: May 8, 2012 – M is for Masturbation

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Posted in Funny Han Solo humor masturbation Masturbation Month meme Rob Liefeld sucks Star Wars TMI TMI Tuesday weekly feature Written by Both
Jack’s Answers
1. How often do you masturbate?
I shoot for once daily during the week, but it’s not always possible.  I have an extremely active two-year-old who doesn’t like to be penned up long enough for me to shower, much less have a prolonged encounter with myself.  It’s not as bad as it was when I wrote this; she’s grown much more self-reliant of late than she was even six months ago.  But normally, if I can masturbate three or four times a week, I’m happy with that.  
2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month?
Jill and I are trying to masturbate at least once a day every day.  So far we’ve both been successful – some days we’ve even had more than one – and we’ll do our best to continue at this pace for as long as we can, even into June if possible.  As I said in my answer to #1, it isn’t always easy to sneak off for some self-love, though the reward is always well worth the effort.
3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it’s boring.
d. No, it’s a turn off.
e. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
What?  No (f), I’ve never experienced it and I don’t want to?  Whatever…  Okay, seriously:  I’ll definitely go with (a), as watching a woman masturbate is one of the hottest things I can imagine.  Watching a woman masturbate is the kind of thing I used to fantasize about when I was younger and dated women who didn’t masturbate, didn’t know how, weren’t comfortable with their bodies or the idea of being watched, or had been raised to believe that masturbation was somehow wrong or unhealthy.  I feel sorry for these women, and I hope they’ve corrected their sexual attitudes for the sake of whoever they eventually married.
4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it’s embarrassing.
d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
Of course I have.  I’m an exhibitionist.  I’ve let people who weren’t my partner watch me masturbate.  I hope they enjoyed it.  

5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay?
Yay.  Very yay.  Other than intercourse, I sometimes eschew sexual activities that see both of us actively working toward the other’s orgasm at the same time; if I’m trying to make Jill cum, I want to enjoy the experience of her orgasm (as well as the buildup leading to it) without feeling like I have to also experience orgasm in order to justify her efforts.  It’s for this reason that we rarely sixty-nine.  That said, if we’re engaging in mutual masturbation it’s generally done as foreplay.  There’s no pressure to climax, and a good time is had by all.

6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not?
An all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco?  So, in other words if someone bought us a sixteenth of a tank of gas?

Admittedly, a sixteenth of a tank of gas isn’t as cheap as it was in the early 1990s.

The Center for Sex & Culture
Sunday, May 27, 10am-midnight
Arrive by 9pm
$40 minimum self-sponsorship; or bring sponsorship form with pledges

All genders, all orientations welcome to explore self-pleasure in a supportive group environment. Check the next newsletter for more detail about this year’s Thon, and join us to Come for a Cause!

All donations and pledges support CSC’s operations and programs.
Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating?
I enjoy masturbation, both alone and with a partner, and I definitely get a lot of emotional and physical pleasure out of a self-induced orgasm.  It’s quite possibly the greatest of life’s simple pleasures.  To say that I’m addicted, though, would be an exaggeration of Rob Liefeldian proportions.

 This is not a healthy spine! This woman is clearly injured!

Jill’s Answers

1. How often do you masturbate?
I try to masturbate between four and six times during the average week.  During my work week, I usually get myself off in the shower, either with a waterproof vibrator or the hand-held showerhead.  I find that this really helps me focus and have a great day at work.  Of course, it’s likely that I will masturbate at other times during the typical day, especially if Jack and I are having sex.  We try to make masturbation a regular part of our sex play.

Not the “sex play” we were referring to.
2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month?
Jack and I are really making a point of masturbating every day in order to celebrate Masturbation Month.  Additionally we are planning to attend Masturbate-a-Thon at the Center for Sex and Culture on May 27th.  
3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it’s boring.
d. No, it’s a turn off.
e. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
I’ll go with (a), yes, it turns me on.  I love watching Jack masturbate.  There is something really sexy about a hot man who knows exactly what he likes and how to handle himself.  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and catch Jack masturbating in bed beside me, especially if he’s stayed up much later than I have.  Sometimes I get to help him along or at least clean him up afterwards.  Other times, though, I know that he just wants a quick orgasm before bed and I don’t interrupt, even though I really want to and in fact the realization that he’s masturbating really gets me hot.

The realization that he’s folding laundry gets me even hotter.

4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it’s embarrassing.
d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
Again, I have to go with (a).  It really turns me on to be watched while I masturbate.  I love having an audience, though Jack often joins in to help, or massages my thighs and feet while I pleasure myself.  He usually buries his face right in my pussy once I start to cum, or kisses me passionately.  If I ask, I sometimes get to suck his cock while cumming.  Now this I love!

5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay?
Oh yeah!  Heck yeah!  That’s even more fun than solo masturbation.

Rowr.

6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not?
Luckily we are within driving distance and we plan on attending provided that we can find a babysitter for the day-long event.  We can’t wait!  I’m a little nervous, but very excited about a possible new experience.  I’m sure we will blog all about it.

http://masturbate2012.tumblr.com/


The Center for Sex & Culture
Sunday, May 27, 10am-midnight
Arrive by 9pm
$40 minimum self-sponsorship; or bring sponsorship form with pledges


All genders, all orientations welcome to explore self-pleasure in a supportive group environment. Check the next newsletter for more detail about this year’s Thon, and join us to Come for a Cause!


All donations and pledges support CSC’s operations and programs.

Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating?
I enjoy it, but I wouldn’t say that I’m addicted to it.  I don’t have to touch myself everytime I have two minutes of privacy.  While I love masturbation, I much prefer being touched by someone else, and if I had to choose, I’d give up masturbation long before I’d ever give up sex.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Ten Reasons to Have More Sex

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While visiting my parents, I stopped at a drugstore.  The free publication rack at the front of the store near the exit featured a local magazine called Family Health & Wellness.  This is the sort of publication that covers health topics such as choosing the right optometrist, coping with menopause, and the importance of eating dinner together as  a family.  People read the well-meaning advice, feel better about themselves, and patronize the magazine’s sponsors.  The status quo is maintained.

The headline “10 Reasons to Have More Sex” caught my eye.  And why wouldn’t it?  It was placed conspicuously on the cover, in glaring yellow type.  People are repressed, especially in the overwhelmingly conservative locale where my parents live.  Said people will pick up a free magazine that has the word “sex” on the cover.  Though I didn’t expect to read anything particularly salacious, or for that matter anything I didn’t already know, I nonetheless took a copy.  I could admit to being skeptical before I read the article, or for that matter before I even opened the magazine.  What sort of cutting-edge sexual advice could I possibly glean from a free magazine I got in one of the most conservative parts of California?

The first thought that ran through my head upon seeing the headline was, Why do people need to be given reasons to have more sex?  I can think of numerous reasons why more sex is a good thing, though the physical enjoyment I take from sex itself will always trump any others.  Fucking for cash?  Hey, that’s great.  I’d love to try that.  Fucking to save the world, or to end war or global famine?  Talk about noble, selfless reasons!  Fucking to spite someone else?  Hate to admit it, but I’ve done that.  More than these or any other conceivable reasons, though, I love sex because it’s fun.  Even were that the only reason to fuck, it would be enough.

The article opened on a two-page spread showing a middle-aged couple about to get busy:  Bland, white-collar husband runs his hand through the hair of his bourgeois forty-something wife as she tugs on his loosened necktie.  Their faces are close, though not close enough to kiss.  Nothing against the two models who presumably met the day they posed for this photo, but it features all the romance and eroticism you’d expect from a Viagra commercial.  The caption in the corner of the photo promises “10 Mind-Blowing Reasons to Make More Love.”  They are obviously talking about sex in the context of a stable, committed relationship.  That’s understandable; a publication that focuses on health and wellness (family health and wellness, for that matter) is probably not the place to seek advice on late-night bar hookups.

The introduction makes evident the tone of the article:

It’s been a long day and you’re wiped out.  Your boss was breathing down your neck all day, the kids have a science project due tomorrow, the dinner dishes are piled in the sink, and you just want a minute to relax.  The obligations of everyday life are wearing you down, and nothing sounds better than an hour on the sofa with your favorite television program.  But the feel of your significant other’s hands caressing the back of your neck [suggests] he or she has other, more intimate, activities in mind.  Before you mutter an unenthused, “Not tonight, honey,” we have 10 reasons you should turn off the TV and turn down the lights for a little “somethin’, somethin’.”

This, in and of itself, is the crux of the problem.  People don’t prioritize sex.  They’re too tired or stressed out.  They’re stretched too thin.  Television is the higher priority for much of society.  Heaven forbid we miss American Idol because we’re engaging in recreational, non-procreative sex.  Yes, we all have DVRs and can watch it anytime we like, but if we don’t watch it tonight someone on Facebook might spoil who was eliminated, and that would ruin the whole season.

I’m not going to bother listing the ten reasons to have more sex according to the article.  Suffice it to say that the reasons involve things like exercise (“it’s like a workout…in bed”), boosting one’s self-esteem, and general health concerns.  Some of the advice is fairly common-sense:  Reason #4 is that during sex endorphins are released, which create euphoric feelings, making it a natural anti-depressant.  Reason #7 is that sex is an investment in one’s relationship, and that by having sex a couple reconnects physically, and strengthens their bond.  Reason #9 is that regular sex can lead to greater or more visible affection between partners, demonstrating to the kids that romantic love is healthy.

Not all the advice was necessarily correct.  One of the reasons listed is that frequent sexual intercourse reduces the risk of heart disease.  While this is technically accurate, the article states that it’s not solely sexual activity but rather any increased physical activity that curtails such ailments.  Additionally, the article cites studies that claim that regular orgasms (two or more per week) lead to increased prostate health.  The article then acknowledges that the studies’ findings are actually inconclusive but recommends more frequent orgasms just in case.

Look, I’m not one to complain about non-harmful sex advice.  Whatever reasons people want to use to justify frequent sex, I’m all for it.  The way I see it, if more people were not only having regular sex but actually enjoying it and not feeling guilty about it, the world would be a better place.  People in general would be happier, there would be less war – or none at all! – road rage would be a thing of the past, and you’d have far fewer overcompensating dickheads making public policy that affects the lives of the disenfranchised.

The biggest problem I have with the article, though, is that “It feels great!” is the tenth and final reason.  It’s not the first reason.  It’s not even the ninth reason.  It’s the last one!  The article treats it like an afterthought, stating incidentally that “sex is a normal part of being a healthy person, both emotionally and physically.”  And while this is undoubtedly true, that should have boosted it a lot higher than #10.

Why does “It feels great!” have to come last, after all the bullshit cajoling of the previous nine reasons?  Everyone reading the article is aware that sex feels good.  In fact, it’s probably the first thing that most people think when they hear the word “sex”, if their minds aren’t clouded by a lifetime of societally-imposed shame and guilt.  Trust me, no thirteen-year-old in the midst of puberty wants to have sex so that he or she can enjoy a life free of atherosclerosis and hypertension.

Do we really have to tell people to fuck their spouses so they won’t die of cardiovascular illness at age fifty?  Are we really telling people to fuck their spouses so they will be confident enough to excel at work and be promoted?  Sure, these are semi-valid reasons to have sex.  But I’ve got to think that if this manner of persuasion needs to be employed, the recipient isn’t really into it in the first place.

I’m all for positive representation of non-procreative sex in the media, especially in the religious-conservative community where I found the magazine.  But while articles like these are promising, we have clearly not moved past all of our hangups.  Why can’t we simply acknowledge that sex is fun and that it feels great?  Why must we placate the masses by rationalizing that sex is about anything other than physical and emotional pleasure?  Why must we first tell them that it’ll fix what’s wrong with their marriage, get them into shape, and facilitate good health before lowering the boom?

Ultimately my disappointment is not in the article, its author, or the publication itself.  My disappointment is, as always, in the society that has made tiptoeing around the issue of sexual pleasure somehow necessary.

-Jack

Sinful Sunday: Thumb Cuffs

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If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that we are BDSM novices.  We’ve never used a St. Andrew’s Cross.  I’ve never been spanked with anything more exotic or unusual than a hairbrush.  The extent of our bondage experience would be considered extremely vanilla by many of the bloggers we follow.  You probably also know that while I am often submissive, this label does not define who I am sexually.  However, sometimes it’s very sexy to absolutely and totally give up control.  It’s exciting to be completely reliant on someone else, to know that you need the other person and must trust them completely.  I can’t imagine trusting anyone as much as I trust Jack.

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Sinful Sunday

Last Night

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Jack joined me in the shower.

I love it when we get to shower together.  It’s such a thrill to be naked anywhere, but there’s something so intimate about being together under the hot spray, basking in steam and slippery lather.  We joke about conserving water, and we pretend that it’s all about getting clean, but it’s really about getting dirty.  Jack started by kissing my neck, that one spot just below my ear that would certainly have gotten me wet if I wasn’t already.

After a few minutes spent making out and groping, we began to soap each other up.  I washed Jack first, and then he returned the favor.  He paid special attention to my hair, knowing how much it turns me on to have skilled fingers massaging my scalp.  I’m not joking, I get physically aroused.  In fact, I was so aroused that when he was done he spread my lips and began to stroke my clit with his fingers.  I steadied myself against his chest and buried my face in his shoulder as I braced myself for orgasm.

It was a particularly intense climax.  After I came, I spent a few moments catching my breath before dropping to my knees and taking Jack’s cock in my mouth.  As I did, the shampoo ran from my hair onto my back and my shoulders, dripping down my body and onto the shower floor.  I reached up to play with his nipples, then down to cradle and caress his balls.  While it was happening, I thought of the times when we were dating and we’d come in from a late-night swim in an icy swimming pool and take a hot shower in order to warm up.  The shower would always end with me giving Jack a blowjob, and swallowing his cum.

History repeats itself.  As I thought fondly of those exciting shower blowjobs, Jack tightened his grip on my hair, told me he was cumming, and let loose.  As he moaned lustfully with release, I felt his warm, sweet offering flood my mouth faster than I could down it all.  I took him as deep as I could, feeling the last few spurts hit the back of my throat, and then when he had finished I lovingly licked him clean.

We turned off the shower and dried off.  It was time to get into bed, though we wouldn’t be sleeping for quite awhile.

-Jill