Why No Sex-Positive American Should Ever Vote Republican*

This week, in the opening remarks to his Savage Love Podcast, columnist Dan Savage examined the religious right’s crusade against human sexuality.  As Dan is wont to do, he presented a very good argument for not voting Republican.

We all know single-issue voters, people who vote for a candidate based on said candidate’s position on one issue without considering any other factor.  Gun owners are notorious for voting for Republican candidates who promise to protect their right to bear arms.  An acquaintance of mine is a union laborer and probably should vote Democrat for the sake of his livelihood.  However, because he fears more than anything – including unemployment, apparently – the forcible removal of his guns, he routinely votes Republican.  This doesn’t make much sense, does it?
Well, I happen to be a single-issue voter myself, or very close to it.  The issue that influences my political leanings the most is sex positivity.  By that I refer to the right of a woman to choose abortion, availability of birth control, and marriage equality.  I cite these issues specifically as, during an election year, they are ones that are at the forefront of American politics.  Additionally, I cite these issues because they are important to me.  I’m sure the argument can be made that, as a business owner, I should vote Republican.  But like the aforementioned gun-owning union laborer, I am too focused on protecting our quickly-evaporating sexual freedoms to consider anything else.  
A Republican administration might lower my taxes and save me money, but this money would be akin to blood money.  A financial windfall wouldn’t mean anything if my friends and loved ones are unable to enjoy basic human rights including the right to marry, and if the women in my life can’t depend on birth control.
As you can imagine, the importance of these issues precludes me from voting for Republican candidates.  That is not to say that I would never vote Republican, but there would have to be a very compelling reason to do so, and I can’t think of anything logical that would make me support a Republican candidate.  I suppose that if Charles Manson was released from prison and despite his status as a convicted felon somehow ran for President of the United States on the Democratic ticket, I would have to vote for the opposition.  Unless it was Rick Santorum.
This man is a frothy mix of hatred, social ignorance, and fear of sex.
It’s easy to look at someone like Rick Santorum and, taking his comments about homosexuality into account, believe that the religious right’s crusade against sexuality is limited to LGBT individuals.  But this couldn’t be more wrong.  Once upon a time I believed that anti-sodomy laws, i.e. legislation that turns consensual oral and anal sex into a crime, were designed to oppress gays who, by definition, don’t engage in penile-vaginal intercourse.  This misconception didn’t make these laws any easier to accept; consenting adults should have the right to do whatever they want in the privacy of their own bedrooms, shouldn’t they?

While I was aware that the religious right had it out for gays, I assumed that being straight meant that I was in the clear.  I took comfort in the belief that, if I happened to be traveling through the Deep South and decided to have anal sex with Jill in our motel room, the fat Southern sheriff sitting in a surveillance van watching our antics on a closed-circuit monitor would clearly see that one of us was female and disregard us.  Right?
Probably not.  As Dan Savage points out in this week’s podcast, the religious right seeks to prevent everyone from having recreational (i.e. non-procreational) sex.  Evidence for this can be found not only in anti-sodomy legislation, but also in the right’s crusade against abortion and birth control.  It’s not that the religious fundamentalists here in the United States expect women to stop getting pregnant and seeking abortions should they be outlawed; likely they understand that the only sort of abortion available would be a so-called “back alley” abortion, an often life-threatening medical procedure carried out by unqualified personnel in unsafe conditions.  
This raises a thought-provoking and almost unfathomable question:  Does the religious right want women to die?  I’m inclined to say yes.  Perhaps not all women; those who deny their sexual desire and do not take initiative are probably safe.  Those who fall into the traditionally-approved female role are unlikely to incur fundamentalist wrath.  However, in the eyes of the religious right, those who have sex for purposes other than procreation, or those who become pregnant and choose to terminate their pregnancy should be punished for this transgression.
The outlawing of abortion serves a twofold purpose: Beyond forcing pregnant women to either carry the baby to term or risk grievous injury or death undergoing an unsafe abortion, it would also, ideally, cow women into toeing the line.  In truth, no one will be cowed, as the human impulse toward sexual behavior is considerable.
Just because someone is against contraception doesn’t mean that he or she will never need to use some form thereof.  Just because someone demonstrates outside of Planned Parenthood doesn’t mean that he or she will never have cause to seek out an abortion.  People from oppressive conservative religious and political backgrounds frequently find themselves or their significant others pregnant unexpectedly.  Denying one’s sexual impulses doesn’t make them nonexistent; instead it makes one less likely to prepare for sexual activity beforehand.  As a result, such people are unlikely to use birth control or carry condoms.  
Everyone has sexual urges.  It’s natural and healthy, and I would have thought that those who believe so strongly in God might believe that He deliberately included sex when He created us.  After all, even an atheist like myself is inclined to acknowledge (albeit tongue-in-cheek) that something as wonderful as sex can only be a gift from God.  Unfortunately, by denying their sexual sides in some cases until the point of penetration, the religious among us have to suffer not only by carrying a baby to term and raising it, or aborting it; but also the shame that comes from living in a conservative environment and being an unwed mother or someone who’s undergone an abortion.
The thing I want everyone to remember is this:  The conservative politicians running on platforms of social conservatism and so-called family values don’t care about you.  They only want your vote.  They will get into bed with religious zealots who want to control not only how you live and who you fuck, but also what you think.  These politicians will continue to have affairs while simultaneously decrying the moral collapse of American society, and when their staffers get pregnant they will pay for the abortions.
-Jack
*We get political sometimes.  It happens.  It is our belief that one can’t run a sex blog in America without occasionally thinking – if not blogging – about politics.  It is not our intention to offend, but rather to drag the issue into the spotlight and, in doing so, to force our fellow American voters to take action.  If you don’t, you shouldn’t complain when you wake up one morning and discover that your rights have been taken away.

Formspring Friday: How to Turn Us On (and Off)

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

What’s the biggest turn on and turn off in the opposite sex? Same sex? 

Jack’s Answer

For me, the biggest turn-on about a member of the opposite sex is a really nice ass.  While the first thing I notice in a woman (as well as the thing I will spend most of my time looking at) is the face, the aspect of a woman that excites me the most is her ass.  I know I’ve claimed to value intelligence, open-mindedness, and personality above all else, and I really do appreciate these things.  But a shapely ass is definitely my biggest turn-on, at least physically.  I’d like to state explicitly that I am not turned off by a woman with a less-shapely ass, nor would I find the prospect of doggy style sex with such a woman unpleasant in the least.

The thing that most turns me off in a member of the opposite sex is actually several internal factors, including negative attitude, ignorance, lack of personality, and bigotry or prejudice.  When it comes to physical attraction there are countless variations that I find appealing.  I can’t think of anything in the physical realm that is a deal-breaker for me.  However, a woman who brings to the table the aforementioned internal factors will be hard-pressed to hold my interest long enough for sex to occur.  I wish I could say that I have never dated or slept with a woman who suffered from this particular affliction, but I most certainly have.  However, I usually didn’t respect myself for it afterwards.

As for what turns me on most in a member of my own sex, this is a difficult question to answer.  I identify as straight, and thus I don’t usually think of men as being able to turn me on.  I spent some time pondering this question, really thinking critically, in the hopes of coming up with an honest and interesting answer.  Speaking from a non-sexual viewpoint, I find men easiest to get along with if we share an appreciation for similar things, including the same types of entertainment, and geek culture in general.  Ideally we should have things in common, and be able to talk about various issues over a couple pints.  That is not to say that we must have the exact same views on the issues; I have friends who are politically and spiritually quite different from myself, and we get along well.

The biggest turn-off in a man is the exact same as it is in a woman, in particular willful ignorance.  Moreso than when I was younger, I find it hard to be friends with someone I don’t respect, and I can’t respect someone who adopts the herd mentality and refuses to think for himself.  Surrounding myself with ignorant friends might make me the Alpha of our group, but I don’t value Alpha status enough to seek out the ignorant for the purposes of friendship.

Jill’s Answer

The thing that turns me on the most in men is the face, especially eyes and smile.  I am attracted to men who have sexy eyes and a confident smile.  If they make eye contact with me and smile when we talk, they come off as genuine and honest.  It makes me feel good to be in the presence of men like this.  Bonus points if they have cute little dimples.

The biggest turn-off for me in a man is bad hygiene, especially bad breath and body odor.  I don’t care how cute or charming a guy is, if he stinks I will never find him attractive.  (I also feel this way about women, but in women it’s not the biggest turn-off for me.)  The opposite is also true:  A man who smells really good will probably turn me on because of it.

As with men, the biggest turn-on for me in a woman is also their faces.  I love a woman with pretty eyes and a sexy smile.  But if I have to come up with a unique answer, I will say breasts.  It doesn’t matter how big they are, or what size, shape, or firmness.  I just like breasts.  They are so much fun to look at and touch.

The thing that turns me off the most in women is cattiness.  I’m not talking about bitchiness.  When I think “bitchy” I think of women who are strong-willed, and who stand up for themselves and speak their minds.  People usually call this kind of woman bitchy, but I respect them for their strength.  I’m talking about women who are malicious and underhanded, and who are out to hurt others.  I can’t be friends with this kind of person, let alone be turned on by them.

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Flash Fiction Friday: Flower Girl

(Source image: unknown title, photo by Mina Bast)

Stacy loved flowers.

As soon as she saw the long-stemmed crimson roses in his hand, she pulled him down the hall toward the bedroom.  She didn’t even bother smelling them, or reading the folded note tucked into the bouquet.  She cast open the door, stripped off his clothes, and flung him onto the bed.

The roses were forgotten, leaves and petals strewn chaotically about the mattress and the floor.  Stacy doffed her own clothing and climbed upon the bed to have her way with him.

Some days, thought Bill, being a flower delivery boy sure is worth it. (98)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes

Some weeks, I find that writing a Flash Fiction Friday story that does the prompt photo justice, includes the required phrase or word, and does not exceed the limit, is easier than others.  I wrote this story in four minutes, as once I determined where it was headed the words flowed very easily.  However, determining this path, and especially the twist at the end, proved challenging.

Knowing that the required word was “folded”, and taking into account her position relative to the man, I considered taking the obvious route and using “folded” to describe her body.  I decided against it relatively quickly, and instead considered other uses for the word.  Somehow I hadn’t noticed the flowers adjacent to the man’s knee, and when I did it made sense that “folded” could refer to a love note included in a bouquet of flowers.

Unwilling to write about a simple, straightforward tryst inspired by a gift of roses, I considered other angles.  In each possible idea, the two people pictured were not necessarily the giver and the recipient of the flowers; I wanted there to be a surprise at the end.  However, none of the ideas I came up with were exactly what I wanted them to be.  I thought about it for awhile, and then it hit me, almost ridiculous in its obviousness:  The recipient fucks the delivery boy.

Deleted Scenes

As with last week, there wasn’t anything that I couldn’t fit, even given the double-digit word limit.  Initially, I inadvertently omitted reference to the folded note, and in order to make it fit I had to remove a few arguably unnecessary words.  I tend to write in a florid style to begin with, and conforming to a word limit forces me to keep my writing leaner than it would be otherwise.

Soundtrack

Given the subject matter, I think “Kiss From a Rose” by Seal is a pretty good choice.

If you’d like to take part in the fun, or see who else participated this week, check out Erotic Flash Fiction Friday.

The Naughty Hangout: Sundae, Lovely Sundae

This week’s theme at The Naughty Hangout is “yummy”.  We love food just about as much as we do sex.  We don’t often mix the two, but when we do it’s pretty tasty.

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

-Jill

Sub Text: Honey Flick’s Tale

You lie on the bed, Jill and I pleasuring you alternately.  One of us caresses and sucks your breasts whilst the other devours your pussy, and then we switch.  There’s no hiding your arousal; the puddle beneath your beautiful ass is large and growing larger.  We bring you to the brink of orgasm repeatedly and then stop.

You beg us to let you cum, but it’s our turn first.  Jill replaces you on the bed, lying on her back whilst you lap hungrily at her clit.  You try to finger her, but we decide that you can only use your mouth, so I hold your hands tightly behind your back as you devour her.  Apparently you do a very good job, because Jill cums quickly, her orgasm so intense that soon your face is as wet as the bedsheets.  Jill purrs contentedly.

As it is now my turn, you ask what I’d like.  I climb onto the bed and pull you up to your knees.  Your mouth is exactly level with my cock, and needing no further instruction you open wide and swallow me to the base.  I can feel it reach the back of your throat, and you slide your lips up to the head and then back down.  I meet every movement of your mouth with an equal movement of my hips, and soon I am fucking your throat with great excitement.  Despite this, you are not a passive participant.  I now see for myself exactly why Jill came so quickly; you’ve got incredible talents, and I’m sure I won’t last long.

I signal my orgasm with an unintentional moan, and you place your hands on my ass, drawing my cock ever deeper into your mouth.  As I ejaculate you betray your hunger with satisfied sounds, swallowing my cum with great delight.  These sounds soon turn into moans of pleasure, and I realize as I pull out of your slippery mouth that Jill is fingering your pussy.  I watch, my cock remaining fully engorged thanks to the sight before me.

As your arousal builds, you ask us if you may cum.  You’ve done your job well, and we graciously give you our permission.  With that, your pussy clamps down on Jills hand, and you let loose with a great flood of wetness that soaks her forearm to the elbow.  You moan heartily before collapsing face-down on the mattress.  Looking down at your quivering body, I gaze lustfully at your ass, exposed invitingly.  Our adventure is just beginning.

Note: This story was adapted from an email exchange with Honey Flick. See who else is being wanton this week!


Retro HNT: Face Down

“Face Down”, posted March 18, 2010

In 2010, we posted fifty-two straight weeks of pictures at OHNT.  We’re posting them on our blog, one per week.  They can be found here, along with background information and all the comments they received.

Note: This is our 300th published post!  Go us!

TMI Tuesday: February 14, 2012 – Happy Valentine’s Day

It’s the Half-naked-winged-man-in-his-undies-carrying-a-bow-and-arrow day.

After Thirtysomething was canceled, Timothy Busfield fell on hard times.
Whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or think it’s a consumer-oriented, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance, just have yourself some fun by answering these TMI Tuesday questions.
Jack’s Answers
1. Cupid is the god of desire, affection, and erotic love. As the myth goes, a person who is shot by Cupid’s arrow is filled with uncontrollable desire. On your behalf, who would you like Cupid to shoot?
Obviously I need no help from Cupid, but for the sake of this question I’ll play along.  I would like Cupid to shoot a particular girl from high school who wouldn’t give me the time of day.  I’d love to say that I’d spurn her advances as she did mine, but who am I kidding?  I’d fuck the fuck out of her.
2. Earlier in the evening you had dinner at the Fook Yue Chinese Restaurant. You are feeling quite amorous. You open a fortune cookie in the bedroom. Three fortunes appear:
1- “Your patience will be rewarded.”  What would you like that reward to be?
2- “Try something new.”  What is the something new you want to try?
3- ” ’tis better to give than receive.”  What would you like to give?
1. Another threesome.  I’ve been six months worth of patient.
2. I can’t think of too many things that I want to expereince that I haven’t yet.  I’d probably lean toward some sort of BDSM play, or perhaps a threesome with another guy, ideally the husband of Jill’s college roommate, after whom she’s lusted for years.
3. My favorite thing to give is an orgasm.  Whether orally, manually, or via penetrative sex, few things are as fulfilling as making somebody cum.
3. If you were to write a special Valentine message (e.g., card, letter, etc.) what is that message?
To Jill:  You are everything I’ve ever wanted and needed in my life.
4. Are you doing something special for Valentine’s day or is it just another day?
Valentine’s Day has always been just another day to me.  Before I met Jill, when I happened to be in a relationship on Valentine’s Day I had no problem playing along, even when I was just going through the motions.  I would gladly make dinner reservations, knowing that the meal would cost more than it did the night before.  I would buy roses, get dressed to the nines, and pull out all the stops to show a good time to the person I was with and, usually, have some sex.  But the truth is that if I love someone, I don’t want to wait until Valentine’s Day to make some ostentatious grand gesture of romance.  
5. You must give chocolate to your secret Valentine for Valentine’s Day. The chocolate is in the shape of your what?
It’s got to be in the shape of my first dog, a small Yorkshire Terrier.  It was the cutest thing in the world, and I just know that my secret Valentine (okay, Jill – I don’t have a secret Valentine) would love opening up a delicately-wrapped package containing a chocolate effigy of little Sparky.  Oh wait – I never owned a Yorkshire Terrier.  So maybe it can be in the shape of my cock.  Not the size, though.  That would require a lot of chocolate.
Bonus:
You can make your own valentine heart candy. What is your message? (Go to this link. Create your candy. Post the generated Valentine candy on your blog).
Jill’s Answers
1. Cupid is the god of desire, affection, and erotic love. As the myth goes, a person who is shot by Cupid’s arrow is filled with uncontrollable desire. On your behalf, who would you like Cupid to shoot?
I would say Jack, but Cupid already shot him.  Maybe my movie star crush Mark Ruffalo?  Or one of the many bloggers and Twitter friends to whom I am attracted?
2. Earlier in the evening you had dinner at the Fook Yue Chinese Restaurant. You are feeling quite amorous. You open a fortune cookie in the bedroom. Three fortunes appear:
1- “Your patience will be rewarded.”  What would you like that reward to be?
2- “Try something new.”  What is the something new you want to try?
3- ” ’tis better to give than receive.”  What would you like to give?
1.  I would like my reward to be a day that’s all about me from start to finish:  Sleeping in, full body massage, great food and drink, oral sex, fisting, and fucking.
2.  For “something new” I would pick moderate bondage (something a little more intense than handcuffs and spanking), soft swap including oral, and an MFM, which would be really hot.
3.  I would like to give head.  Bonus points if I get some in return.
3. If you were to write a special Valentine message (e.g., card, letter, etc.) what is that message?
I would write the following message to Jack:  “I love you more every day.  I can’t imagine a life without you.  You are an amazing husband, best friend, and lover!  I wake up every single morning excited to spend the rest of my life with you!”
4. Are you doing something special for Valentine’s day or is it just another day?
We’ll probably make a nice dinner or order in.  It’s hard to go out with the baby and a lack of reliable babysitters.  Plus the crowds are ridiculous, and the prices are over the top just because it’s Valentine’s Day.  Hopefully we’ll eat, put the baby down early, and enjoy each other.
5. You must give chocolate to your secret Valentine for Valentine’s Day. The chocolate is in the shape of your what?
Obviously my pussy.  Jack loves to eat me, and I love to be eaten.
Bonus:
You can make your own valentine heart candy. What is your message? (Go to this link. Create your candy. Post the generated Valentine candy on your blog).
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!
Happy Valentine’s Day!

Sunday Scoreboard: Week 2

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

We didn’t expect to top Week 1, and just for the purposes of full disclosure we most certainly did not.  So if you’re hoping to read that we had sex while skydiving or something, maybe we’ll be able to report that next week.  Still, Week 2 was a lot of fun, and we hope you enjoy reading about it as much as we enjoyed making it happen.
Sunday, February 5
Today was Super Bowl Sunday, and we made a very public bet (on Twitter) that if the Patriots won, Jack got to fuck me, but if the Giants won, Jack got to fuck me.  These are the kinds of bets we like.  When the Giants won the game, that was our cue to retreat to our bedroom, where Jack fisted me atop our Liberator Throe.  When Jack fists me he makes almost constant contact with my G-spot, which leads to the most intense orgasms.  I came so many times that I lost count, which is why we’ve decided to forego the ongoing orgasm tally we shared last week.  The way I have orgasms, it would be impossible to keep a running total.  Fisting is also incredibly intimate.  I find that my connection to Jack is somehow more emotional when we are this close, even moreso in some ways than when we are having intercourse.  Beyond the intense feelings that come from being fisted and having my G-spot stimulated, I am sometimes overwhelmed by feelings of love.
I’d been eager to taste Jack’s orgasm all day, so once I’d started to come down from my high, we had sex in the missionary position.  We like missionary a lot more than one might expect.  Sometimes we really need the face-to-face intimacy and the ability to kiss that missionary provides.  This particular instance was no different, as after the fisting it was nice to be able to sustain that close feeling I had enjoyed.  While he fucked me, Jack fingered my clit.  It didn’t take me very long to cum again, and when I did my vaginal contractions triggered his own orgasm.  Between moans of pleasure I summoned him up to my mouth, and swallowed deeply as we climaxed together.
Monday, February 6
We didn’t have sex today.  Well, let me clarify:  We didn’t have sex together.  I had two orgasms, though, both by myself.  I started out by masturbating in the shower.  The showerhead was too forceful, especially considering how tender my pussy was from the night before.  So I used a waterproof toy and had a very satisfying orgasm.  Monday night was pretty hectic, between our daughter having a touch of illness and a handful of non-sexy things that had to be dealt with, and Jack stayed up working while I had another solo orgasm right before bed.
Tuesday, February 7
Even though my pussy was no longer tender, I got off with my toy again, rather than the showerhead.  It took me longer to climax, and I ran late for work, but I had a great day at least in part because of my orgasm.  I even had a nice little fantasy about a fellow blogger I flirted with the day before.  Sometimes the showerhead gets me off so quickly that I just don’t have the time to fantasize.  After I left, Jack got the baby up, dressed, and fed, and left her watching a little TV while he got off looking at sexy blogs and #tittytuesday pictures on Twitter.  He came again later that afternoon while the baby napped as well.  I know that it’s uncommon for Jack to masturbate more than once in a single day, and I’m always glad when he finds the time.  I’m gladder still when he texts me to tell me what he’s doing, or better yet, sends me a picture.
After the baby had gone to sleep, we started fooling around on the couch in the living room.  One of our daughter’s weird electronic toys kept making noise, so we moved into the bedroom where there are far fewer distractions.  Jack fingered my pussy while going down on me, and I came several times (one huge one, and then a few aftershocks).  I was totally relaxed and satisfied, so it was Jack’s turn.  I bent over the bed and he fucked me from behind, and then we climbed up on the bed to continue with doggy style.  I wanted Jack to cum on me, so we transitioned into missionary, and when he came he hopped up to his feet, stood over me, and stroked himself to completion.  Needless to say, a shower followed.
Later that night while I slept, Jack lay beside me and got himself off one more time.  I’m a pretty sound sleeper, especially when I’m exhausted, as I was on Tuesday.  In fact, the only reason I know he did this is that I found a picture of him doing it in my incoming texts when I woke on Wednesday morning.
Wednesday, February 8
I was off work today, so my morning was much more leisurely than it usually is, despite the fact that the baby was up really early.  I didn’t get off in the shower.  Instead, Jack and I had sex out on our balcony while the baby played and read books in her room.  We had almost ninety minutes to ourselves, so we started with Jack fingering me and then fucking me up against the balcony wall.  (It’s more of a deck, I guess.  There isn’t a railing or anything.  I’m honestly not sure what to call it.)  After I came I gave Jack head, but stopped before he came and he fucked me.  When he came he pulled out and I stroked his cock up against my tits.  So hot!
That afternoon the baby took a four-hour nap.  We enjoyed a nice, long repeat of the morning.  We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary (by our standards, anyway).  No fisting, no anal, no bondage, no camming.  We simply had sex, both of us mentioning at least once or twice how wonderful it is to have a child who cooperates when her Mommy and Daddy want to have sex.  It reminded us of last July when, despite a busy travel schedule, we managed to have sex at least once a day, sometimes twice, when the baby slept.  In the end, Jack left me covered in sweat and dripping with cum.  To top it off, we managed a much-needed nap as well.
Thursday, February 9
I started my day with another shower orgasm, this one with the showerhead.  Jack had two orgasms, both during the baby’s nap.  We were occupied with non-sexual things during the evening, and it wasn’t until around one AM that we actually had sex.  It was more or less a quickie, but we both came.  I had three orgasms from a combination of fingering, oral, and my Erosicillator.  Jack fucked me doggy style, and came in my mouth.  
Friday, February 10
We both got off in the shower this morning, albeit an hour or so apart.  Although we were heading out of town to visit Jack’s aunt and uncle, we managed a quickie as soon as I got home from work.  Unfortunately, the baby woke shortly after I walked in, and we put her in her playpen with some toys and books within reach, and cartoons on the television.  I’d given Jack a suggestion of what I wanted to do (“I’m going to get off while sucking your cock, then you’re going to explode down my throat”), and he didn’t object.  I used my Eroscillator, and I came shortly before Jack did.  When we were finished we took a shower, and I noticed that I’d left a pretty big hickey on Jack’s neck.  We ended up leaving about an hour and fifteen minutes later than we initially planned, but neither of us was complaining.
At Jack’s aunt and uncle’s house, we slept in the guest room.  Typical of Jack, he packed our Liberator Throe and a couple of my toys just for an overnight visit.  Once the baby had fallen asleep on the bed, we decided to have sex on the guest room floor, atop the Throe.  Jack gave me head for about forty minutes.  I’m not sure why it took me so long to cum, as I was really turned on.  But the buildup was intense and when I finally got off I thought I was going to explode.  Then Jack fucked me missionary, really rough, and when he came I took him in my mouth, swallowed, and licked and sucked him clean.  Since he was still hard he fucked me again.  When he came the second time, I took him in my mouth again and repeated the process.  After his third orgasm I got the feeling that he was tired, and as his cock slowly went limp we went to sleep.
Saturday, February 11
There was a family function today, so Jack’s parents came down to his aunt and uncle’s house as well.  We all spent the day together.  The only sex that occurred was a quickie that Jack and I attempted to have in the guest room late Saturday afternoon while his parents, aunt, and uncle looked after the baby.  Then Jack’s mom knocked on the guest room door and said they were leaving.  That totally threw off our rhythm.  We left soon after, and after stopping for dinner and a long car ride home, we were both way too tired for anything beyond cuddling and making out.  I think we fell asleep mid-makeout.
Don’t despair, though!  We have it on good authority that Week 3 starts with a bang.

Sinful Sunday: Underneath the Covers

We never have sex under the covers.  Actually, I’m not sure if that’s true.  We’ve probably had sex under the covers, but it happens so seldom that we can probably say “never” and be guilty only of a slight exaggeration.  Actually, we’ve never really understood the practice of burying oneself under bedsheets and blankets in order to have sex.  It seems far too constrictive, it completely hampers our ability to see each other, and if it’s cold, chances are we’re generating enough body heat to forego the covers anyway.

This is not Jill in her ghost costume from last Halloween, but rather our interpretation of this week’s Sinful Sunday theme, “Underneath”.  Actually, our interpretation lies – where else? – underneath the image below.  Click and see!

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Sinful Sunday

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