Formspring Friday: Unusual Turn-Ons

What is one thing that you think is incredibly sexy that most others wouldn’t?

Jack’s Answer

My turn-ons are pretty broad.  I go for all the typical stuff:  Full, round asses and soft, comfortable breasts where one can lay one’s head and drift off to sleep.  Sexy, pouting lips that hint at exquisite oral pleasure to come.  Long legs.  Pretty, scintillating eyes of any color.  I like personality, intelligence, and sense of humor.  I find all of these things arousing, and I acknowledge that most people probably do as well.  The fact is, most of what turns me on is fairly mainstream.  There is, however, one thing that comes to mind, and while it may not be universally sexy, it’s definitely not the sort of thing that no one finds sexy but me.  That one thing is glasses.

They say that boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses.  If that’s true, then I suppose thanks are in order; because the boys refrained from showing their appreciation for the cute bespectacled young lasses, they enjoyed it all the more when I did.  Glasses are often a sign of intelligence – most people don’t screw up their eyes from watching too much reality TV – and frequently symbolize quirkiness or geekiness.  Often the preconception that comes with wearing glasses belie the reality, as most of the women I’ve known who wore glasses were quite wild and unpredictable.

Jill’s Answer

Watching a man interact with a baby or a small child is one of the biggest turn-ons that I can think of that doesn’t directly involve sex.  There is something very exciting about seeing a Dad (or an uncle or in some cases even a grandfather) hold a baby with confidence, kiss her gently on the head, and talk to her in a reassuring voice.  If he makes the baby giggle by tickling her or blowing on her belly, even better.  Watching a man rock a baby in his arms, or even dance while cradling her can provoke not only a physical reaction in me, but a very strong emotional reaction as well.  If the child is a toddler and he’s dancing with her standing on his feet, it brings tears to my eyes.

It really depends on the guy, of course, but watching a strong man be so tender and loving toward a child, without reservation or self-consciousness, is sexy.  A guy who I wouldn’t ordinarily find attractive can completely change my opinion based on how he acts with a baby.  I don’t know why I feel this way, but it’s very real to me.  I can’t be the only woman who is so affected by witnessing a man’s paternal instinct.  I see this a lot with Jack.  He’s hardly the sort of man to adopt a tough, macho exterior.  But when I see him hold our daughter, talk to her, or play with her, it melts my heart, especially if he doesn’t know that I’m watching.

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Flash Fiction Friday: Model Release

Source credit: Met-Art.com

Trish didn’t want to get naked.  That was evident by the way she kept her legs crossed in front of her, purse clutched tightly to her body.
“Why don’t you lose the purse?” the photographer suggested.  Trish swallowed hard, but then followed the direction she had been given.  Her hands trembled as she relinquished her purse.  Her eyes betrayed fear, even shame.
Trish knew that nudity was stipulated in her contract.  She had already accepted payment in exchange for baring all.  But she couldn’t clear the mental hurdle staring her in the face.  Beyond her own fear, she worried about what her parents would say if they found out.  
“You’re nervous.  I know you are.”  The voice was warm, reassuring.  “Look, fair is fair.  If it’ll make you more comfortable, I’ll take off my clothes too.”  Trish looked up.  “I wouldn’t ask a model to do something I wasn’t willing to do.  Would you like that?”
Trish nodded.
The photographer quickly got undressed, then stepped behind the camera.
“Your turn,” she said. (172/175)
Behind the Scenes
This week, Ram the Sunlover‘s Flash Fiction Friday assignment featured the above prompt photo and the required word “payment”.  Additionally, rather than a maximum word limit, a range of between 171 and 175 words was imposed.  In the past I’ve been accustomed to writing Flash Fiction with either no minimum word count, or else a much wider range between minimum and maximum.  The narrow range required careful writing and very deliberate wording.
It is not necessarily a judgment of the prompt itself to say that I found this week’s challenge relatively uninspiring.  Although I spent more time than usual pondering the photo and considering possible story threads, I was unable to come up with any solid ideas with my usual speed.  There have been weeks in the past where it took a long time to think of a story, but this week I questioned whether I’d be able to do it.
I’m not sure why this is; I found the image itself aesthetically appealing, and briefly considered having the young lady pictured be a photographer at a department store photo studio.  This could have made a semi-comedic story; people come in to take family portraits only to find that the photographer is naked.  But I abandoned the idea when I acknowledged that while there are some Flash Fiction Friday regulars who could pull off such a radical idea, I’m probably not one of them.
Despite the image of a naked woman behind the camera, I chose to leave the gender of the photographer ambiguous until the final line of the story, wherein the revelation that the photographer is female is something of a plot twist.  The title, “Model Release”, refers less to the legal document signed by the subject of a photograph allowing its publication than it does to the model’s eventual willingness to be naked on camera.
Deleted Scenes
In writing this week’s story, I managed to pace myself pretty well.  In fact, I brought in the first draft at 169 words, two words short of the minimum.  Thus, there is no material written for this story that didn’t make the cut.  However, before coming up with the idea I actually used, I had a completely different idea – more like a seed, admittedly – that I actually wrote half a paragraph of before losing interest.  I’ll have to keep it handy should it fit a future Flash Fiction Friday prompt.
Soundtrack
“Porcelain” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

The Naughty Hangout: A Candlelit Soak

“Shadows” is the main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week.  We’ve played around with light and shadows in our photography before, and we love how low light makes just about anything look sexier and more mysterious.  That’s why we decided to go with “Shadows” rather than one of the backup themes.  Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a relaxing bath?

-Jill

On Display

I lie on the bed, my legs splayed garishly for your enjoyment.  The strip of material stretches thin, my pussy glistening visibly underneath.  I hook my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, lifting my ass up from the mattress and sliding them off.  After discarding them at the foot of the bed, my hand settles between my legs, fingers quickly landing on my clit.

The first few strokes are strictly for show.  I’m only getting warmed up.  I stare out, locking eyes, fancying that I can read your thoughts.  You stare back, focused, unable to hide your lust.  My fingers move slowly and deliberately, more determined to put on a sexy performance than to bring pleasure to my swollen, aching bud.

Though I can’t see it for myself, I know you must be aroused.  As one hand continues its dance over my slick, hungry pussy, the other brings one of my breasts close to my mouth.  My lips can’t quite reach my nipple, but a tongue certainly can.  You gasp at the sight, and I manage to stifle a giggle.  I’ve got you eating out of my hand.

Thoughts of your arousal fill my mind.  I lean back, resting supine.  Though I can see nothing but the ceiling, I feel your eyes on me.  I imagine your hands wandering over my body, your lips kissing parts of me that have never before been kissed.  In my mind I can feel your weight on top of me, your hardness filling me up.  My body throbs with desire.

I slip two fingers inside myself, pressing up on my G-spot before withdrawing them and caressing my clit.  My strokes are no longer strictly for show.  I don’t know when it changed, but I am now a woman on a mission, intent upon my own pleasure.  I won’t stop until I’ve climaxed.  Whether my performance arouses you is strictly incidental.

Yes, I’m aware that you’re watching, but only barely.  Nothing matters but my orgasm, looming over me like a shadow.  Each flick of my fingers pushes me closer to the edge.  And when I reach the edge, one last stroke sends me over.  I climax noisily, shamelessly, unconcerned with who might hear.

Now it’s your turn.  Come use my body for your pleasure.

-Jill

TMI Tuesday: May 1, 2012 – The Here & Now

Jack’s Answers
1. Are you wearing any jewelry? What?
Just my wedding band.  

This is not what I’m talking about.
2. What are you listening to now?
Nothing.  There is total silence in the house right now.  My daughter has fallen asleep on the couch – which is how I find myself with five minutes to answer these questions – and the television is off.  For the first time in my life, I am not only comfortable with silence, but I in fact crave it like a drug addict craves whatever substance he or she needs to be at peace.

It feels a lot like this.
3. What is the last piece of entertainment media (i.e., cd, download, book, DVD) that you purchased? Do you recommend it?

The last thing I picked up was either a used copy of an out-of-print book on film, or Mark Wahlberg’s 2012 film Contraband.  Not sure which as it might have been the same day for both.  Haven’t read the book; haven’t seen the film.  Therefore I cannot yet say whether I recommend either.

4. What kind of undergarments are you wearing right now? Care to post a photo?
I’m wearing the sexiest pair of boxers you’ve ever seen.  On someone else?  Not so sexy.  On me?  Very sexy.

You asked.  You have no one to blame but yourself.
5. What is your current mood?
My daughter is asleep.  I’m elated.  Add to that the fact that Jill will be home in just shy of an hour, and you have a man who is also horny, and hopeful that the baby stays sleeping for awhile.

6. What is the best looking thing about you today?
My face, especially my eyes.  My face is my best feature most days.  I’m not sure whether that’s a testament to how handsome I am, or to how badly I need to get in shape.

Hey, fuck you. I am handsome.
7. Fill in the blank. Tonight I’m looking forward to _____________ .
Sex.  It’s what I’m looking forward to most nights.  And most days.  Sleep would be nice too, but if I have to pick one or the other I’m going with sex.  That’s probably why I’m always tired.
Bonus: Tell me something good…anything you want to share. Just do it
I got 100% on my spelling test.

This had nothing to do with it.
Jill’s Answers
1. Are you wearing any jewelry? What?
I’m wearing my wedding and engagement rings on one hand, and a Claddagh ring on the other.  In addition, I’m wearing a necklace with a Claddagh pendant, and my grandmother’s silver bangle.

Sorry.  Posting a picture of Susanna Hoffs here is too juvenile, even for us.

2. What are you listening to now?
My students, arguing over whose shark drawing is cooler.

The correct answer:  None of them.

3. What is the last piece of entertainment media (i.e., cd, download, book, DVD) that you purchased? Do you recommend it?
I downloaded Tristan Taormino’s book Opening Up for the Kindle app on my iPhone.  I’m not done with it yet, but so far I love it.

4. What kind of undergarments are you wearing right now? Care to post a photo?
I’m wearing a black bra and a matching black thong.  I look, to quote Jack, hot as fuck.

Per your request.

5. What is your current mood?
I’m tired but very happy!  Work is almost over for the day.

It feels a lot like this.

6. What is the best looking thing about you today?
My boobs.  I LOVE this bra.

7. Fill in the blank. Tonight I’m looking forward to _____________ .
Sex and sleep.  The baby was up all night coughing, and I’m exhausted.  So I am hopeful for a good night’s sleep, but I want an intense orgasm and some cum first.

Bonus: Tell me something good…anything you want to share. Just do it
I have the most amazing husband who loves me completely.

And he’s got a huge cock.

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Emotional Infidelity: It Exists

We recently sent out a batch of questions to our Formspring friends.  One of these questions asked whether the recipient considered physical infidelity or emotional infidelity the greater offense.  Our fellow bloggers have begun answering, and in light of their thoughtful answers we felt the need to address the topic as well.

I must state for the record that we don’t judge others for the nature of their relationships, whether faithful or otherwise.  As much as it goes against all of the social conditioning that’s been drummed into our minds all our lives, someone else’s relationship is not sufficiently our business to pass judgment.  We don’t like to make assumptions, and when we hear about an extramarital affair we acknowledge that there may be extenuating circumstances that justify or excuse the behavior.  This is obviously not always the case, but perhaps it is.  Keeping this possibility in mind, we don’t hurl epithets at cheaters who have not cheated on us personally.  Thus, what follows applies to our relationship, and may not apply to any others.

Well, we’ll hurl an epithet if you’re a hypocritical ass in addition to being a cheater.

Communication is one of the most important components of our marriage.  We keep no secrets from each other, nor do we want any.  Beyond the fact that I’m notoriously lousy at keeping secrets from my wife, being completely honest helps further the notion that the openness of our relationship – to the extent that it is open; it really isn’t – exists to bring us closer together as a couple, as has always been our goal.  That means that if you and I have ever exchanged a sexy IM conversation, Jill probably read it after the fact.  And you probably inspired some really hot sex, so thanks!

We have a very low tolerance for infidelity of any kind.  It’s not because the thought of our partner being physically intimate with another person hurts us; far from that.  It’s because “infidelity” refers to a lack of loyalty exemplified by hiding something or otherwise stepping outside the limits that we have set for ourselves and each other.  We consider this unacceptable.  Because of this, we consider any infidelity, whether physical or emotional, to be something from which we might be incapable of recovering.  At the very least, while it would hopefully be easy enough to address the fact that there is a deficiency in our relationship, we imagine that we would have a difficult time picking up the pieces, so to speak, and repairing what is broken.

We suspect that many people aren’t even aware of emotional infidelity as a concept.  There are those who are so hung up on physical infidelity and what an egregious offense it is in the context of a monogamous relationship that very little heed is paid to emotional infidelity.  But it can be just as severe a threat to a relationship as physical cheating, if not moreso.

Last year, GoodWill (or is it BadWill?) posted that while he is completely faithful to his wife physically, the fact that he has a blog through which he flirts with women, and in doing so manages to compensate for what is lacking in his marriage, makes him a hypocrite.  We disagreed somewhat; he’s a man in an unfortunate situation, married to a woman whose sex drive and interest level don’t come close to matching his own.  In flirting with women in a relatively safe online environment, he’s doing what he needs to do in order to remain physically faithful to his wife.  But judging by what we suspect to be his wife’s standards he has certainly been emotionally unfaithful.

 A friend of mine once got dumped by his girlfriend, who met another guy while my friend was on a trip overseas.  My friend was upset by this development, but he thought he could somehow save the relationship as long as his girlfriend hadn’t had sex with the other guy.  In his mind, if there had been no physical intimacy, he could undermine whatever emotional connection existed and get her back.  The emotional connection she’d made with another guy wasn’t a threat – or perhaps hadn’t even occurred to him.  But once he found out that they’d had sex, he no longer wanted to save the relationship.  In his mind, it was irreparably broken; there was nothing left to save.

That struck me as odd:  If the girl had fallen in love with the new guy, everything would have been okay with my friend as long as the relationship hadn’t been consummated physically.  I was much younger, somewhat insecure, and well aware of what an unforgivable breach physical infidelity was.  But even then I felt that to give emotion such short shrift, and to consider one’s girlfriend falling in love with another person a minor stumbling block at most, seemed very short-sighted.

Again, we consider emotional infidelity and physical infidelity equally serious offenses.  But to us, sex is not exactly sacred.  We’ve both had sex with people who meant nothing to us.  However, the people we’ve loved or been in love with belong to a much more exclusive group.  Most people don’t get to join that group.  In our opinion love, much more than sex, is not something to be taken for granted or given away lightly.  Therefore, were Jill to find herself drawn to another person emotionally – i.e., in a fashion previously reserved for me – I would rightfully see this as a threat to our relationship.  My wife doesn’t give her love easily.  If she feels a strong emotional connection to someone else, she must be serious about it.

More importantly, I know that if Jill has these feelings for someone else, it’s because I have failed to satisfy her emotional needs as I’ve always promised I would.  I’m reasonably certain that despite my shortcomings, including my wandering eye that frequently lands on her friends, sisters and cousins, I’ll never neglect her emotions, certainly not to this point.  For Jill, falling in love with someone else is an absolute last resort that occurs when crying, alcohol, and emotionless sex no longer help fill the void.

That’s not to say that we’ll fuck anything that comes into our line of sight.  But we’re more likely to have emotionless sex with someone who is not our partner (with our partner’s blessing, obviously) than we are to give away our hearts.  Our hearts are already spoken for.  Sex can be meaningless, but to us at least, love never is.  We would feel betrayed if the other had sex with someone else without our express consent.  While such a betrayal would seriously undermine our relationship, it is more likely that we could recover from physical infidelity than emotional infidelity.

-Jack

Formspring Friday: Exhibitionism Across the Miles

Ever stripped on webcam?

Jack’s Answer

In the sense that I’ve donned a feather boa and danced around to “Smack That” while slowly and seductively removing my clothes, no I have not.  I’m not sure why I haven’t done this; I’m certain it would be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

However, in the sense that I’ve gotten naked on cam with someone watching me, yes I have.  Many times, in fact.  I may have a huge voyeuristic streak, but I’m definitely an exhibitionist as well.  The first time I used a webcam was around 2001.  I’d been dating someone who lived a couple hours away from me, and for Christmas we each bought the other a webcam so we could see each other even when we weren’t physically close.  Of course, the thought of watching each other get off was at the forefront of our minds, and we did this quite often.

After we broke up, I found myself using the webcam while chatting on Yahoo! Messenger.  Once in awhile I managed to “cam-to-cam” with someone, and if she got naked I did as well.  Even though they were just on webcam, sometimes it was a decent substitute for actually going out and trying to get laid.

When Jill and I lived apart, webcamming was a way of life.  We would use Yahoo! Messenger, and later Skype, as a means of maintaining intimacy despite the distance between us.  We would usually get naked and masturabte on cam once or twice a week, as our schedules permitted.  Generally this would happen right before bed.  It was a very sexy way to wrap up a long day.

I’ve also cammed with a few female friends of ours.  Though it was a considerable thrill to get naked with a random person whose name I didn’t know and who I’d never actually meet, I can think of very few things more exciting than seeing someone naked after knowing them for years.  If she’s busily masturbating, even moreso.  I hope they felt the same way.

Jill’s Answer

Of course!  I used to love getting naked on webcam.  In fact, I still do, but I don’t do it as often as I wish I could.  It was such a sexy exhibitionist thrill to show off, especially if the person or people who were watching were getting off.

The first time I ever stripped on webcam was some time after I graduated college.  I had moved back in with my parents.  The only computer in the house was in my Dad’s home office.  It was well after midnight, and I snuck in and locked the door.  I wasn’t about to turn on the lights, because I never knew who might get up to get a drink of water in the middle of the night, see the light, and come to investigate.

I had been chatting with this guy in a chat room, and after awhile I agreed to flash my breasts.  Of course, after he told me that they were the best he’d ever seen, I agreed to take off my top.  (Flattery will get you everywhere.)  We continued to chat, and I slipped my hand beneath my bra and rubbed my nipples.  Eventually I stood up and performed a slow striptease, taking off my bra, skirt, and panties while the guy masturbated.

After this experience, I began to frequent chat rooms on a regular basis.  I would have cybersex frequently, and once in awhile I would get on cam and strip or masturbate for the lucky guy.  I enjoyed being able to turn these men on.  I enjoyed the tease, and I found it to be a wonderful ego boost.

Of course, Jack and I have had sex on cam many times with different people watching.  While we have occasionally cammed for random couples, most of the time we’ve done it for close friends.

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