The Naughty Hangout: Once Upon a Time

This week’s main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Beginnings”…Spring Equinox/season.  This is a picture of our own beginning, taken when we were engaged.  It was a beautiful spring morning (though not the Equinox) when we took a walk along Baker Beach in San Francisco, the two of us on the verge of a new chapter in our life together.  

One of the other themes this week is “Passages of Time”.  To get a sense of time passing, be sure to take a look at our final-ever HNT post, which was taken in the exact same location almost five years later.

Head over to The Naughty Hangout and see who else participated this week!

A Long-Awaited Rendezvous, Part 3

Read Part 1 here.


Read Part 2 here.

I press down on your back, pushing your face into the sheets.  You arch your back reflexively, your ass rising to meet me.

“Fuck me,” you say again.  Even muffled by the bed, I love the sound of your urgent need.  I’m not the type to disagree with such a wanton request.

My cock throbs, the swollen purple head batting gently against your opening.  I’m not hesitating; I’ve never been so willing to do something in my life.  I’m not even trying to tease you.  I just want this moment to last as long as it possibly can.  That’s how long I’ve been waiting for this.

“Come on.  Please.”

It’s the please that does it.  How can I resist such impeccable manners?  All at once I slip inside you, filling your pussy.  You sigh heartily, contentedly even, as I insert myself as deeply as I can go.  Leaning forward, I take hold of your silky, flaxen hair and pull your head back to me.  You lift yourself up onto your hands and despite the awkward angle our mouths meet in a sweltering kiss that stifles your moans as our bodies slowly grind together.

As I feel your delicate lips grazing mine, I taste your tongue against my own.  The passion between us drives me to fuck you harder, deeper, faster.  To my delight, you prove yourself anything but passive as you raise your hips to meet my every downward thrust.  Our bodies move in perfect unison, our movements graceful and deliberate.

The kiss breaks at last, and as you lower your head back down to the bed I feel your fingertips brushing my cock and I realize that you are touching yourself.  Your quick, shallow breaths betray your excitement.  I take my hands from your hips and cup your breasts, feeling their weight in my grasp.  Leaning down to your soft, pale neck, my lips caress your fair, sweet flesh and I thrust with renewed vigor.

Your taste and your scent are almost overpowering, and combined with the thought of you fingering your clit I can feel myself treading near the edge.  I try to distract myself with unsexy thoughts, but there are none.  All I can focus on is the way the your slippery contours ensconce my hardness, luring me ever closer to my orgasm.

Your rapid breaths become moans of pleasure that announce your climax.  As I take my hands from your breasts and place them on your ass I turn up the speed.  My cock nudges your G-spot, and all at once you cum in a copious gush, moaning in ecstatic harmony.  I stop thrusting.

I pull out of you, and as you catch your breath I turn you onto your back.  Looking up at me, you proffer your still-dripping fingers up to my mouth.  I take a taste and savor you once again, then open your legs wide.  I stroke my cock against your pussy until you can’t stand it any longer.  You grab my hips and pull me closer.  As I bury myself within you, you lock your feet behind my waist and pull me deep.

My thrusts are persistent and strong.  I know it won’t take me long.  You hold your breasts up as though offering them to me for inspection.  We lock eyes and you goad me to orgasm.

“Cum.”  The word is a breathless, throaty whisper.  “Cum for me.”

It takes no more than that.  In seconds my cock is in my hand, the pulsing head close to your breasts as I stroke.  You give a pleasured sigh as climax overtakes me, and the first jets of my cum splash your heaving breasts.  Your mouth envelops me, and you swallow the rest.

Exhausted, I collapse beside you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath.  My arms caress your face, and we kiss.  This time the kiss is much more gentle, almost tender.

“Shower?” you ask.  I’m already up on my feet.

Read Part 4 here.

TMI Tuesday: March 20, 2012 – 31 Favors

31 Sexual Favors for her/him features 31 circular tokens promising a variety of sexual services that will leave your partner utterly satisfied. You could drop one in her purse or in his lunch as a hint of what’s to come later or to hint at what sexual delight you’d like to savor.
This TMI Tuesday let’s play our own 31 Sexual Favors. List 31 unique and exciting sexual activities or services you’d put on your very own tokens that are guaranteed to make you the favorite flavor of the week.

(Running short on time or kinky ideas? …at least list 10 sexual favors). Have fun my little sexies 🙂

Jack’s Favors
1.  Anal sex
2.  At least half the time, thinking about you while I masturbate
3.  Cumming inside you
Does this turn you on as much as it does me?
4.  Edging while you put the baby to bed, and letting you reap the rewards
Yeah, that’s what I initially thought “edging” referred to as well.
5.  Fingering your clit
6.  Fisting
It’s much more pleasurable than this picture would have you believe.
7.  Fulfilling the fantasy or fantasies of your choice
I might have a difficult time procuring the services of – or becoming – this guy.
8.  Full body massage
9.  G-spot play/orgasm
10.  Giving oral sex
11.  Having flowers delivered to work
12.  Keeping the baby occupied so you can masturbate, sleep, take a bath, or anything else you need to do
13.  Kissing you from head to toe
14.  Making dinner
Or, you know, acquiring dinner in some other way.
15.  Naked time
16.  Oral sex until you can’t stand it anymore
17.  Pulling your hair during doggy style
Wait – what?
18.  Reading erotica to you while you masturbate
19.  Rimming you
20.  Romantic getaway
21.  Running your errands
22.  Sexy bubble bath
23.  Shampooing your hair, then brushing it
24.  Shaving you

25.  Surprising you with a new toy
Who wants to come use it with us? 
26.  Taking you for frozen yogurt, which seems to be your current obsession
This is not some kind of euphemism.  I really mean frozen yogurt.

27.  Talking dirty
28.  Waking you with sex
29.  Walking under the moonlight
30.  Writing an erotic story for you
31.  X-rated poetry
Jill’s Favors
1.  Afternoon Picnic
2.  Breakfast in bed
3.  Coming up with a new place to have sex
What, like the back of a Volkswagen?
4.  Flashing you in a public place
5.  Full body massage complete with happy ending

This is what they’re referring to, right?
6.  Giving you my ass
I don’t get it either, but Jack seems to enjoy it.
7.  Skinny dipping
8.  Handjob in the car
9.  Kissing and/or licking anywhere on your body
10.  Lapdance
11.  Letting you cum anywhere you’d like
Including on the boobs of most of the people reading this.
12.  Letting you sleep in
13.  Lingerie shopping
14.  Making and serving dinner and dessert naked
15.  Making your fantasies come true
The Samus Aran Varia Suit was expensive, but worth every penny.

16.  Movie theater handjob
Hopefully it won’t be as creepy as when he did it.
17.  Outdoor sex
18.  Performing a hot striptease
19.  Phone sex
Trust me, it’s hotter than it looks.
20.  Sexy photo shoot
21.  Sharing a bubble bath  
22.  Skyping with sexy friends
23.  Sucking your cock while you watch TV
24.  Swallowing your cum
25.  Texting sexy pictures
26.  Threesome, of course
27.  Wake-up blowjob
28.  Walking on the beach
That was a date we’ll never forget.
29.  Washing you in shower
30.  Weekend getaway
31.  Writing you a love letter
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 tmituesdayblogfrom your website!

Sunday Scoreboard: Week 7

If you’re looking for our Sinful Sunday, it can be found here.

Sunday, March 11
We spent the day about an hour and a half away from where we live, as Jack’s parents wanted to get together somewhere between our respective homes.  Coincidentally, the city where we met for lunch is where one of Jack’s ex-girlfriends lived when they were dating.  After we ate, Jack’s parents took the baby to the park to play, while Jack drove me to a quiet subdivision where he used to park with his girlfriend.  It was broad daylight, but we still made out.  It was nice.
That night, after we got home from our outing, the baby took a later-than-usual nap.  Jack simultaneously fingered my G-spot and licked my clit, and I came explosively, more than once.  Our Liberator Throe kept our bedsheets clean, and after I thought I was done cumming, Jack fucked me from behind and I came once more.  He did too, all over my ass.

We lay there for awhile, cuddling and enjoying the quiet.  We took a shower afterwards, and were very pleased to find the baby still asleep when we got out.  Of course, her late nap meant that she didn’t go to sleep as early as we would have liked.
That night after I’d gone to bed, Jack enjoyed a naughty chat with a blogging friend of ours.  I have it on good authority that he got off at least once while that was happening.
Monday, March 12
This morning, Jack woke me for sex while the baby was still asleep.  He fingered me to orgasm while fucking me in the missionary position, then came in my pussy.  I didn’t have time for my usual workout, but I didn’t miss it at all.  I also didn’t bother getting off during my morning shower, but I was totally satisfied.  Furthermore I got to work early, and had a great day.  We need to have early-morning sex more often!
Jack took the baby out for the day, and when they got home he managed to get her to sleep for “about twenty seconds”, in his words at least.  When I got home from work, I put her on the couch, turned on some cartoons, and gave her a snack.  Jack and I had very precarious “baby-could-walk-in-any-minute” sex, pretty much all oral and fingering.  I can focus on sex a lot better when the baby is awake than Jack can, and I managed to cum a few times.  All were intense and gratifying.  
I should mention that at least two of my orgasms was interrupted by the sound of a tiny hand knocking on our room door.  Each time she would come looking for us, I would put on my robe, take her back into the living room, and get her re-situated.  Eventually I decided to stop being greedy, and gave Jack head.  But by this point the baby was just done, and needed some attention.  We had to stop.
Late that night, however, when the baby had gone to sleep, we enjoyed a solid couple of hours of alone time, without interruption.  We started by undressing each other and making out, and then Jack lay me down on our Throe and fingered my G-spot while sucking on my neck.  I was already very aroused, and once he got my G-spot involved I came bucketfuls.  My ejaculation was forceful, my cries were loud, and the Throe was soaked.  
I got on my hands and knees and Jack fucked me doggy style, which stimulated my G-spot further.  I came again, and then he flipped me over and fucked me in the missionary position, with my legs up on his shoulders.  I love how deeply he penetrates me that way.  As I heard him breathing hard, I coaxed him up to my mouth and took him the rest of the way with my lips and my tongue.  The feel of his cum spurting against the back of my throat, and the intense sounds of his release, turned me on.
In need of another orgasm, I began to touch my pussy while Jack watched.  He was still aroused, and stroked his cock to a similar rhythm.  I was focused on my pleasure, but still managed to put on a good show for him.  When I came, so did he, all over my stomach and my pussy.  Still moaning in ecstasy, I had fun rubbing his cum into my skin.  The shower that followed was steamy, intimate, and fun.

Tuesday, March 13 

I had an erotic dream about the previous night’s sex, and woke up feeling very turned on.  My arousal dogged me during my morning workout, and my shower orgasm was particularly satisfying.  I got to work hoping for another great day, though a particularly juicy IM conversation with a friend got me excited all over again.

As seems to be typical lately, the baby didn’t nap for Jack at all today.  He managed a solo orgasm while she was in her playpen, though he found himself wanting more.  That night, we went to dinner.  The baby had fallen asleep, and a couple glasses of wine led us to flirt quite shamelessly with each other.  I was feeling horny.  The service was slow, and we were worried the baby would wake up before we could get home and take advantage.

Jill, to slow waiter: “We will be having sex at eight. Whatever you need to do to have us out of here in half an hour, you’d better do it.”
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) March 14, 2012

As luck would have it, the baby woke once we got home, and didn’t go to sleep until ten.  We managed to have sex until midnight, and then showered, watched TV, and did a few things that needed to be done around the house.  We went to bed around one or two, at which time I gave Jack a blowjob.  (We’d earlier eaten steak for dinner.  I hadn’t realized that Wednesday is Steak and Blowjob Day, or I might have suggested waiting.)

Wednesday, March 14

Today began with another shower orgasm.  I had a good day at work as a result.  I find that the endorphins that are released when I come usually put me in a good frame of mind and better enable me to tackle my day.  An orgasm from sex with Jack would make it even better, of course, but I’ll take what I can get.
That night, while the baby slept, I found Jack on his laptop at the kitchen table and decided to give him a blowjob.  He was chatting with our friend Tonya.

.@yes_THAT_tonya, about @jillandjackcpl: “She’s so awesome that she’ll let you chat with me while she’s blowing you”
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) March 15, 2012

Gauging her interest in what was happening under the table, Jack suggested that she log into Skype.  She did, and even though it was difficult to place the laptop at a wide enough angle for our audience to see the show, we managed.  I sucked Jack to a very noisy orgasm, and then he fucked me doggy style and missionary.  Tonya’s enthusiastic encouragement drove me to a couple very wet climaxes, and I remember wishing I’d put the Throe down beneath us.  When Jack came, he pulled out and came in my mouth.  I didn’t catch it all, though.

After we’d logged out of Skype, we took a shower, and I got off once more with the showerhead.  Aroused by my arousal, Jack had another orgasm before bed.

Thursday, March 15

We both managed orgasms in the shower today, though unfortunately not together.  Jack’s parents arrived for a weekend visit this afternoon, and as soon as they walked in the door Jack began to feel claustrophobic and in need of release.  Because of the fact that they typically don’t take the baby out but rather play with her around the house, the chance of privacy was pretty much nonexistent.  Our house is small, and my in-laws’ already loud voices carry.

He managed a little fun that night, when we went to dinner with my family.  A direct-message conversation on Twitter turned pretty hot, and even though he couldn’t get off or anything, it took the edge off somewhat.
That night, after everyone else in the house had gone to bed, we stayed up chatting and working on a couple blog posts.  We waited until the baby had awakened (she always does) and then returned to sleep, then had a quickie.  Jack bent me over the bed, took me from behind, and fingered my clit.  We came almost simultaneously, and I took him in my mouth.  At this point it occurred to us that we had a pretty good streak going:  We’d had sex every day this week.

Friday, March 16

Although I managed to get off in the shower this morning, Jack did not.  He should have, though, as his parents were looking after the baby.  So his lack of an orgasm was his own fault.

We left the baby in my in-laws’ capable hands on Friday night, and had a very nice dinner, followed by after-dinner drinks at a bar.  We’d hoped to meet up with friends there, but they flaked on us.  After a couple rounds we headed out, and considered what the next phase of our night should be.  We didn’t want to go home, as we knew we’d never get any privacy.  Additionally, Jack’s parents are horrible about putting the baby to bed on any manner of reasonable schedule, so we knew she’d still be up and likely in need of our attention.

Instead of going home we parked someplace and made out in the front seat.  Things progressed naturally, and Jack fingered me under my skirt while I took his cock out and stroked him.  Eventually my top got unbuttoned and my skirt came off, and I even managed to give Jack a blow job despite the damn steering wheel being in the way.

We wanted to go further, but the front seat of our car isn’t the easiest place to have sex.  We decided to continue our amorous adventures in the back, but the baby’s car seat was in the way.  Jack pulled up his pants and got out of the car, removed the car seat and put it in the trunk.  Did I mention it was raining?  It was.

I quickly got out of the car and climbed into the back seat, clutching my skirt against myself.  I lay across the seat and Jack began to finger me.  It occurred to us both that me ejaculating all over the upholstery wouldn’t be the smartest course of action, so he licked my clit instead.  It took me awhile, but I eventually came.  As he was already on top of me, Jack fucked me in the missionary position.  He came in my mouth.  No cleanup required!

We got home before midnight.  As we expected, the baby was still awake.

Saturday, March 17 

While at a crowded family gathering, I read a couple very hot blog posts and got worked up.  I considered going into the bathroom for a little playtime, but decided not to as there were probably people there who actually needed the bathroom for more legitimate reasons.

After we got back home, Jack and I excused ourselves to our bedroom and had a quickie while his parents looked after the baby.  I masturbated while he read me erotica, and I left a wet spot that would have been nonexistent if I’d just remembered the Throe.

We had sex, and Jack fingered me while he fucked me.  Both of us came.  I took him in my mouth, though he managed to get a spot on my green St. Patrick’s Day blouse.  I cleaned it off, Jack used some mouthwash and washed his hands, and then we sat down to dinner with his parents.

Sinful Sunday: A Night on the Town

When family members offered to look after the baby, Jack and I planned a night to ourselves.  We made dinner reservations, and after we ate we went out for a few drinks.

I had fun taking self-portraits in the ladies’ room at the bar.

Sometimes when I’m a little tipsy, my breasts come out.  At this point, though, I was still sober.

We enjoyed ourselves while we were out, but not as much as we did when we got home.

Sinful Sunday

Weekend Getaway

From the title of this post, you are undoubtedly expecting to read that Jill and I are enjoying a baby-free weekend.  You imagine that perhaps we’ve gotten a hotel room, turned off the ringers on our phones, and are enjoying thirty-six hours of exquisite debauchery without the slightest reminder of parenthood to in any way throw us off of our rhythm.  Maybe we’ve even caught a flight and are planning to meet one or more of our blogging or Twitter friends for some glorious no-strings-attached fun.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.  We are spending this weekend more or less the same as we’ve spent all weekends in recent memory.  Since becoming parents, Jill and I have never had a weekend to ourselves.  Did I say weekend?  I meant night.  We’ve never had a night to ourselves.  I’ve spent the occasional night away from Jill and the baby, though it’s been almost a year.  My wife, on the other hand, has never been away from the baby all night.  Now that our daughter is quickly approaching two years old, it’s something we’d like to try.  It is with equal parts admiration and good-natured envy that we read about the occasional weekend-long adventures had by our friend A Husband of Two Sexual Minds when they leave their son with his grandparents.  We need weekend-long adventures.  It feels like it’s been forever. 
There are many reasons why we haven’t spent a weekend away from our child.  None of these reasons happen to be that Jill is an overbearing helicopter parent who must constantly chopper above our child lest she bump her head, or even get lonely.  Neither of us has any interest in being that kind of parental watchdog.  No, the primary reason seems to be Jill wanting to miss as little of our daughter’s upbringing as possible.  On any given weekday I spend as much as twelve solid hours of quality time with the baby while Jill is working.  This is admittedly more time with her than I ever thought I would be able to handle.  
Jill, on the other hand, is lucky if she manages six hours with her per day, and she savors every moment.  Jill already misses most of the day-to-day raising of our child; being a stay-at-home Dad, I am the one who experienced most of the milestones.  Though we make use of willing babysitters on occasion, we didn’t have a baby simply to fob her off onto someone else.  We actually do enjoy having her in our lives, interacting with her, and watching her develop into a little girl.  
Another reason why we haven’t left the baby with a sitter overnight is that she is not a very sound sleeper.  She invariably wakes up at least once during the night.  I would go so far as to say that she’s never slept the whole night through.  (This explains why Jill and I frequently have sex in the middle of the night.)  We don’t really want to inflict a child with such psychotic sleep patterns on a babysitter who might conceivably value sleeping in on a Saturday and/or Sunday morning.
We also suffer from a dearth of willing or able babysitters.  Locally, there is no one we know personally and trust who would be willing to watch our daughter overnight.  Certain family members don’t mind watching her on a Friday or Saturday night provided she’s picked up by midnight, or one o’clock at the absolute latest.  Others are very likely to become overwhelmed after a short while, and call to ask us to pick her up.  
They don’t make babysitters like they used to.

The only people we know who would be able to watch our child overnight – and for that matter willing or even enthusiastic to do so – are my parents.  The catch is that they live two hours away from us.  When they’re in town, they generally stay with us at our house.  For this reason, the only way we’d be able to take advantage of an offer to babysit for the weekend is by paying exorbitant gas costs, or getting a hotel.  Neither of these options is much better than the other.  
I suppose that getting a hotel locally and letting my parents stay in our house with the baby might be, in theory, better than driving two hours each way and getting a hotel in their area.  However, I have issues with the thought of my parents in my house while I am there, much less when I am not.  Two people who began using compact disks less than fifteen years ago wouldn’t be able to figure out our complicated home theater setup without multiple phone calls, and if I turned off my phone and found out after the fact that they were unable to watch television while they were staying at our house I’d feel guilty.
My parents remember the days before television.

Additionally, I can’t shake the feeling that if a lightbulb burned out they might go looking for a new one in the same nightstand drawer where Jill keeps her vibrators, as well as lube and porn DVDs.  Yes, this may be an extreme conclusion to which my mind has leapt, but the fact is that neither my mother nor my father regard highly the boundaries I expect them to heed when they are in my home.  It’s not because they are in any way malicious; they’re just clueless.  If Jill is at work and I am in our bedroom, they might knock once on the door and then expect to be immediately let in, or perhaps just open the door.  (Our bedroom door has no lock, unfortunately.)  They assume that if Jill is not home, then she can’t be changing clothes and thus there is no concern for invading her privacy.
Remember, I said they’re clueless.  I can’t say for certain that the following conversation is something my mother and father have actually said to each other while staying in our home, but it might be:

Mom: I need to ask Jack a question but he’s in his room, he’s not answering my knock, and his phone goes right to voicemail. 

Dad: Just go right in. He’s married, so he doesn’t masturbate anymore.

The only solution that might work in this scenario is to have my parents come down and watch the baby in a hotel room for which we’d foot the bill.  There are two problems with this option, one much worse than the other.  The minor problem is that it would be a bit awkward to have them stay in a hotel; were we to leave them at our house with the baby, for all they know we’re going to an out-of-town wedding or other event inappropriate for children.  But if we tell them to take the baby and go to a hotel five minutes away, it’s pretty much understood that we want the house to ourselves for the purposes of sex.  Yes, we have a baby, so we’ve clearly had sex.  No, I don’t want my parents thinking of me as a sexual person.  I just don’t.  For all my sex-positivity, this is something that really squicks me.
As I suggested above, there is a much more horrible problem associated with this scenario.  It’s the opposite of the previous problem wherein I risked bringing to my parents’ attention Jill’s and my sexuality.  In keeping with their inability to get a clue, I’m certain that once they were checked into their hotel room and unpacked, my mother and father would call Jill and I and ask if we want to get together for dinner.
Where does that leave us?  Obviously not with too many feasible options.  We’re certainly open to suggestions.
-Jack

Formspring Friday: Oh!

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

A question for any submissive females willing to answer: how easy is it to make you come?

I’m hesitant to fully embrace the “submissive” label.  I know that I’ve identified myself as submissive in various places here on our blog, and I do enjoy ceding control in the bedroom.  But to me the label seems to deny variation.  And while I love cowgirl as much as anyone, and I am certainly not passive during sex, that doesn’t make me dominant.  I don’t think of myself as a switch, either.  I guess I’m just not really into labels.  But for the purposes of answering this question, I will run with it.
I am extremely orgasmic.  I don’t usually have trouble climaxing, either by myself or with a partner.  The only exception to this general rule is when I am worried about something and unable to temporarily compartmentalize whatever is on my mind.  In that case, while I might have no trouble becoming aroused I might have a very difficult time reaching orgasm.  In fact, I might not be able to have an orgasm at all.  However, this is a rare occurrence, and usually requires something extremely difficult to process.  (Think debilitating family crisis or illness, terrorist attack, or Rick Santorum presidential inauguration.)
Although I sometimes cum without much or any effort, this isn’t always the case.  Different methods of stimulation yield the desired result with varying speeds and levels of ease.  Virtually every time that Jack gives me oral sex, I know I’m going to cum fairly quickly and easily.  He knows exactly how to touch me, as well as the precise rhythm that I need.  If he is fingering me while licking my pussy, or even sucking on my neck, I may cum even quicker and easier.  If he is fisting me, I cum almost immediately.  My orgasm will be much more intense, and I will have absolutely no control over it.
If we are having penis-vagina sex my orgasm is not guaranteed, though that is mainly because I don’t usually have vaginal orgasms, and not every position I enjoy results in the kinds of stimulation that lead me to orgasm.  Doggy style probably works the best because Jack’s cock frequently manages to stimulate my G-spot.  In the missionary position, Jack’s cock usually stimulates my clit, though the contact is not always deliberate enough to cause orgasm.  If it does, it will probably take awhile.  
If the sex itself isn’t providing sufficient stimulation for me to cum, Jack will happily stimulate my clit manually while fucking me, but I don’t always need to have an orgasm this way.  I will graciously accept orgasms from oral sex or fingering that are completely separate from penis-vagina sex.  If I’ve already had one or more orgasms from masturbation, oral sex, fingering, fisting, etc. before Jack’s cock is inside me, it will make it substantially easier for me to have additional orgasms when it is.  
With regard to masturbation, it takes me longer to cum when using just my fingers.  Using a toy can take awhile too, though it really depends on my state of mind.  I find that I need to clear my mind of non-sexual thoughts .  Sometimes I need to clear my mind of all thought whatsoever.  Frequently porn, written erotica, or the fantasies in my head speed up the process.  Certain settings on our handheld showerhead make me cum much more easily, though my clit is usually very sensitive afterwards, and I rarely if ever have multiple orgasms this way.
One of the easiest ways for me to cum that doesn’t involve Jack’s fist or his tongue is for me to masturbate while sucking his cock.  The added satisfaction I get from knowing that I am pleasing him in this way while simultaneously pleasing myself is immense.  In fact, sometimes when I am masturbating I will take his cock in my mouth just as I am about to cum.  The orgasm that results is nearly overwhelming.  I also love to ride my Rabbit while sucking Jack’s cock.  I call this the Rabbit trick, and when I indulge myself this way I usually squirt.  I know that part of the appeal of this scenario is that it plays on my fantasy of being fucked by one man (or woman, I guess) while sucking another’s cock.
This is fucking hot.

-Jill

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Flash Fiction Friday: Fighting Back

(Source image: “Forbidden Embrace” by Igor Vasiliadis) 

He watched the two women through the window.  The older one opened her mouth to the other, receiving her eager, probing tongue.  Her hand moved along the younger woman’s thigh, pulling her head closer to her own.  Some men might have seen such a sight and felt aroused, but he felt only anger and bitter contempt.  Today, they would get what was coming to them.

Inside, while luxuriating in the feel and taste of each other’s bodies, they savored the calm of the morning.  Nothing could ruin this moment for them.

Then, all at once, he kicked the door open.  “This ends here!” he shouted in his most intimidating, threatening voice.

“Hopeless is back,” Sylvia said.

Joelle corrected her:  “Useless.”  Sylvia resumed sucking Joelle’s nipple.

Bill froze.  He hadn’t really given his plan much thought.

“Don’t just stand there, Useless,” Joelle ordered.  “Make yourself useful for a change.”

He sighed.  Nothing ever changed.  “Yes, Mistress.” (155/160)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes
The decision to make this week’s Flash Fiction Friday a follow-up to last week’s story was a last-minute choice brought about by my inability to come up with something original and interesting based on this prompt photo.  I conceived the idea and wrote the story late on Thursday night; having earlier viewed the prompt photo I wasn’t immediately grabbed, and despite my intention to complete the story early, I waited until the last minute.
My first thought was that the photo closely resembled the one presented by Ram the Sunlover last week.  I was afraid of rehashing the same themes as I did in Cooling Off, and decided that an entirely new approach was required.  After spending a few moments brainstorming, I decided to simply revisit Sylvia and Joelle shortly after Bill’s cold swim.  I realize that no real similarity, physical or otherwise, exists between the two photos’ respective couples, but I had to overlook this minor detail.
Including the required word, “…hopeless…” in the manner that I did may have been a stretch, but given Joelle’s pet name for Bill, I couldn’t resist.
Deleted Scenes
I came up with a couple half-baked ideas before settling on a follow-up to last week’s story.  Among them was a story that featured a twist wherein one of the two individuals pictured was physically male.  It would have climaxed with the line, “You won’t be needing that strap-on.”  Ultimately there wasn’t any real substance to this story, and I moved on.
Also, before I decided that the two women would be the same characters as in Cooling Off, I referred to them by the names Jane and Sarah.
Soundtrack
Jill suggested “Kiss the Girl”, as performed by Samuel E. Wright in Disney’s The Little Mermaid, which has a calypso sound suitable for the story’s tropical setting; and Boy George’s “The Crying Game”, from the eponymous 1992 film, for the abandoned idea mentioned in the previous section.  However, I’d go with either “The Payback”, by James Brown, or “Female of the Species” by Space.
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