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The Mystery of The Inexplicably Popular Post, Solved at Last

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In late October, I came across a survey on a blog called Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule.  Appropriate for the time of year, the survey concerned horror films, and as I am a fan of this particular cinematic genre I thought it worth completing and posting to the blog despite the fact that said survey had nothing to do with sex.  As I pointed out at the time, it wasn’t like every single thing we’ve ever posted concerned sex anyway.
I spent a few days working on the survey, thinking about and carefully wording each of my answers.  Hey, I take my fandom seriously.  I wouldn’t go so far as to say that my attention shifted away from sex, but I was determined to put at least as much thought into the thirty questions as I do the typical TMI Tuesday post.  Once I’d answered all the questions, formatting the post was quite labor-intensive, featuring movie posters and embedded YouTube trailers.  It was the first post I wrote in the new Blogger interface, as the old interface made uploading and properly placing image files a bit problematic.  
As I published the post, I knew that it was unlikely to get much in the way of comments, or even page views; after all, people come to our blog to read sexy stories and see pictures of naked people (mostly Jill).  They don’t visit in the hopes of learning my opinion of The Human Centipede.  In fact, my opening comments include the following:

If you don’t happen to fancy horror as a cinematic genre, I won’t take it personal if you decide to skip this entry. If you do – or if you’re willing to go along for the ride – you might get an idea as to what, beyond sexy naked women, makes me tick.

With that, I released into the ether a whimsical but introspective series of my thoughts on all things horror and Sci-Fi, from Boris Karloff to Wes Craven.  I’m happy with how the post turned out, and occasionally re-read it for the purposes of marveling at my own writing.  (What? I can’t be the only blogger who does this.)  Rather than posting my answers in the comment section at Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule, as requested by the survey’s author, I instead posted a link to our own blog.  I did this in part to generate a little traffic, but more than that I knew that my answers would never fit into a single comment (Blogger limits comments to 4,096 characters), and I had no desire to break my answers up into several.
It was probably December when I noticed that the post in question – which as of this writing still has but a single comment from an apparent one-time visitor – had more views than the average post.  At the time, only a handful of posts, some of which were years old, had gotten more than a hundred views.  The survey had crossed that threshold in, I’m guessing, just a few weeks.  By the end of December, it surpassed our erotic story To Yummy on Her Birthday, which was until then our most-viewed post.  
As the survey crossed 500 page views, and then 600, it occurred to me that something was amiss.  How could this non-sexual post soar past erotic stories, TMI Tuesdays and HNTs to become the most-viewed item we’ve ever blogged?  The only thing that made any sense whatsoever was that visitors were being directed to our blog en masse by some online horror authority.  Perhaps a contributor to some prominent horror film discussion website had stumbled upon our post and extolled the awesomeness of it to the internet horror fan community at large.  That would certainly explain the sudden spike in page views.
Unfortunately the stats feature on Blogger seemed to say otherwise.  While we don’t have Google Analytics set up on our blog, the stats feature lists traffic sources that lead visitors to one’s blog.  In other words, if someone follows a link from a particular domain to our blog, said domain will be included in the traffic sources.  There didn’t seem to be anything unusual about these sources; listed were the usual sites, from Google to Twitter’s proprietary t.co domain to other blogs.  Had a significant amount of this traffic come from some manner of horror website, certainly the listed traffic sources would be skewed to reflect this fact.
Out of ideas, I returned to the original post at Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule.  I read the comments in the hopes that a clue could be found, that perhaps some fellow commenter, or even the blog’s author, had touted the excellence of my answers and had not only insisted that everyone view them immediately, but also swore to publish the link on every blog and internet forum he or she possibly could.
Turns out this was not the case; there were no references to my brilliant post anywhere in the comments.  It seemed I was back to square one, literally out of ideas and more intrigued than ever as to how this post was nearing a thousand views.  It currently stands at more than eleven-hundred, ironic considering the decidedly unsexy nature of the subject matter.
It was while looking at our search keywords – another Blogger stats feature enabling a blog owner to find out what terms, when plugged into a search engine, have driven visitors to his or her blog – that I finally discovered what led to this particular post’s apparent explosion in popularity.

Sorry about the crap picture.  Just know that there’s a lot of Jennifer Connelly ass-to-ass in our search terms

According to the stats feature, six of the top ten search terms for our blog over the past month have in some way involved Jennifer Connelly and the 2001 Darren Aronofsky film Requiem For a Dream.  If you’ve seen the film, you know that it features a scene in which Connelly and another woman share a double ended dildo.

Question #22 of the survey asked for a film that is “technically outside the horror genre” but which one “might still feel comfortable describing as a horror film”.  I chose Requiem For a Dream, and described it thusly:

The film deals with addiction, obsession and insanity, and features some of the most unsettling subject matter and downright horrific imagery I’ve ever seen in a non-horror film.  The prospect of watching Jennifer Connelly – Cliff Secord’s Jenny! – go ass-to-ass with another comely heroin addict may sound alluring, but the film is grueling and leaves the viewer in need of detox afterwards.  

I even included a picture of the scene in question.
I’m the first to admit that I don’t have a clue how search engines work.  Were someone to search for something as relatively vague as “requiem for a dream jennifer connelly” (an actual search term as seen in the picture, above), I’m guessing he or she would find pages upon pages of more relevant search results including but not limited to the film’s IMDb and Wikipedia listings, as well as a host of porn sites trying to lure desperate and gullible pervs with the promise of non-existent deleted scenes in which Connelly and her shorter-haired playmate are DPed by hung black studs before taking facials from all the spectators. 
In fact, when I type this exact term into Yahoo!, I get 7,800,000 results.  Our blog doesn’t turn up in the first three pages of results, and I know that if I was horny and for whatever reason looking to get off to the scene in question, I would have found multiple YouTube links in the first page alone.  Actually, if I was horny and looking to get off to the scene in question, I probably wouldn’t.  I would instead go to some random streaming porn site, type “double ended dildo” into the search box, and undoubtedly have a better time watching a longer scene that is likely better-lit and intended to titillate.
It seems that as one mystery is solved, another arises:  How do people searching for “requiem for a dream jennifer connelly” find our blog?  Hell, another current search term of ours is “penis”, and I know damn well that a search for this common word would return a zillion sites that aren’t our blog.  I guess it’s best to just let that one go.
Before I go, however, in the interest of testing a hypothesis, I’m going to list a few potential search keywords:  Jennifer Connelly, Requiem for a Dream, double ended dildo, ass to ass, sex, Scarlet Johansson lesbian scene, fisting, cumshot, facial, Anne Hathaway and Jessica Biel sixty-nine, Sarah Palin bukkake whore.  There!  That should do it.
I’ll check back in a couple weeks and see if we have a new most-viewed post.
-Jack
P.S. The original post can be found here.

Formspring Friday: No Fucking Way

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Is there anything that you won’t do sexually? Other than kids and animals…at least I’m hoping that’s part of your answer! But I’m looking for something that’s more mainstream that you won’t do. And why?

First off, we would like to state emphatically that neither of us is interested in kids or animals, even on a fantasy level.  Both are unable to consent to sex, and it is for this reason that, even if we didn’t find the thought of fucking either a child or an animal absolutely repellent, we would still abstain from doing so.

Beyond these two activities, there are only a few things within the sexual realm that we have absolutely ruled out doing.  Since none of these things are illegal or otherwise involve absence of consent, we don’t judge anyone who enjoys these things in the slightest.  They’re just not for us.

None of these things are particularly mainstream, however.  We actually can’t think of much in the way of so-called mainstream sex that we would absolutely never try, or at the very least consider.  Fisting?  Of course.  Group sex?  Absolutely.  Anal?  Definitely.  Exhibitionism/Voyeurism?  Two of our absolute favorite things ever.

The first two things that immediately came to mind when we read the question are watersports and coprophilia.  As parents, we would seem awfully hypocritical if we made a face everytime we changed a diaper – hey, we’re only human – but then incorporated pee and poop into our bedroom activities.

Two other things that we’re pretty sure we’ll never try are breath play and electrostimulation.  Regarding the former, we’ve both experienced near drownings, and are far too conscious of our airways.  The thought of elective electrocution doesn’t appeal either; in both cases, the risks of these activities far outweigh the perceived benefits; in other words, if either of these things were something we just had to try, we might take the risk.  As they’re not, we won’t.

There are other things that we aren’t against the idea of trying but for one reason or another we’ll probably never around to.  Both anal fisting and double penetration (anal and vaginal as opposed to vaginal and oral) seem unlikely due to the logistics and mechanics involved.  Also, things like Jill-to-Jack pegging and Jack having sex with a guy will probably never happen, as they don’t turn Jill on in the least.  This is fortunate as Jack isn’t particularly interested in making either one of these happen anyway.

If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!

Flash Fiction Friday: Party Levitation

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(Source image: “Offering” by Valery Bareta)

As he took her in his muscular arms, she remembered that silly game she played as a child.

She lay motionless on the floor as her friends tried to lift her.  “Light as a feather, stiff as a board”, they chanted.  These words sounded over and over in her head until, finally, she felt her body rising from the ground.

“Light as a feather, stiff as a board.”

She knew it was just mind over matter.  Somehow the chanting made her eight-year-old body seem weightless.

Now, ensconced in her lover’s protective grasp, she truly felt as light as a feather.  As he lay her down on the bed, though, she found it was he who was as stiff as a board. (121)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes:

This was one of the easiest Flash Fiction Friday stories I’ve ever written.  The idea came to me the instant I saw the prompt photo and the required phrase (“light as a feather”), and I knew more or less how I would structure the story right off the bat.  There was very little elaboration or character development, allowing for a smoothly-flowing narrative.

If you are unfamiliar with the party game referred to in the story, it’s known as “Light as a feather, stiff as a board”, though Wikipedia lists “party levitation” as an alternate name.  As I’ve never attended a girls’ slumber party, the entirety of my knowledge of this activity comes from an episode of South Park.  Upon reading the required phrase I decided to do a little research – as any good writer does – and found a few details that fit as well.

Deleted Scenes:

There wasn’t anything that had to be cut in order to fit the 123-word limit.  Again, the story is more or less as I planned it to be from the beginning.  In fact, I was very surprised that I was as close to the limit as I ended up being; I honestly expected to bring this story in at around eighty or ninety words.

The relative sparseness of this story is demonstrated by the presence of the almost-totally superfluous italicized “Light as a feather, stiff as a board” near the end of the story.  Most of my Flash Fiction Friday efforts are so densely-worded that such a line would be the first thing cut  when I’m trying to edit down the story.

Soundtrack:

“In My Girlish Days” by Memphis Minnie seems appropriate for a woman reflecting on her childhood, while still providing a substantial bluesy sound that would play well against a scene of sensuality.

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: Best Friends in Love

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This week, the primary theme at The Naughty Hangout was “Love”.  One of the secondary themes was “Best Friend”.  After taking our picture for the primary theme, we were pleased to see that it also fit the secondary theme.  Hence, the title of this post.

Yes, we are just as much in love as this sickeningly-sweet picture suggests.
Head over to The Naughty Hangout and see who else participated this week!
-Jill

Retro HNT: Waiting

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If you’re looking for our Wanton Wednesday, it can be found here.
“Waiting”, posted March 11, 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.

Roaming

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It’s midafternoon.  The baby is asleep and the house is quiet.  I lounge on the sofa, my phone held in place between my shoulder and my neck.

“What are you wearing?” I ask as one hand slips into my pants.  That’s how horny I am: I don’t even have time to open my jeans.

“You know,” you say.  “Just a skirt and a top.  Nothing too sexy.”

“I know it looks hot on you, though.”  My hand kneads my growing erection, an erection brought about by thoughts of your soft, shapely legs below your skirt.  I imagine sliding my hand along your thigh, feeling your heat as I caress my way up your flesh.  I imagine finding your panties and moving them aside in order to finger you.  Or perhaps I find that you’re not wearing panties.  Even better.

You give a quiet giggle.  “Yeah, I guess so.”  There’s a pause before you continue.  “How about you?  What are you wearing?”  You seem disappointed to learn that I’m actually wearing pants.

I pull my hand out and begin to unbuckle my belt.  In seconds my pants are down and my cock standing upright and hungry for stimulation.  I stroke it from the base up to the tip, each movement of my hand sending an erotic jolt to my brain.

“Are you…”  You seem to be searching for the right word.

“Jerking off?” I ask.

“I was going to ask if you were playing,” you say.  “But yeah, are you?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you are.”

I sit in silence for a moment, my erection all but devoured by the rapid up-and-down movements of of my hand.  You can hear the sound of my breathing, slow and intense.  Your own breathing sounds similar to mine.

“Are you playing?” I ask.

“Yeah,” you say, and then resume heavy breathing.

“Tell me what you want to do with my cock.”

“I want it inside me.”  That’s exciting, but it isn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.

I press you onward:  “What else?”  My strokes are even faster now.  “What else do you want to do with it?”

“I want to suck it,” you say, almost breathlessly.  This is what I was hoping for.  “I want it all the way down my throat.  I want to take it so deep that you just explode for me.”

“You want my cum?” I ask.

“Oh yeah, baby.  Give it to me.”  I’m not actually close yet, but if you keep it up I will be.  You continue for effect:  “I need your cum.”

I stroke faster, driving myself closer and closer to climax.  Then I hear a key in the door.  “Jill’s here.”

“Tell her hi for me.”  I turn my head to see her stripping naked in the doorway.  I relay the message.  She says hi back, then climbs up on the couch and straddles my waist, taking me deep inside her.

“Do you have to go?” you ask.

“No.  But I think I’d better put you on speaker.”

-Jack

TMI Tuesday: February 7, 2012 – Let’s Go to Bed

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TMI Tuesday this week was submitted by My Undercover Metamorphosis. Thank you! Show her some love, stop by her blog and say hello.
Jack’s Answers

1. A friend is coming to have sex. There are 3 twin beds and an air mattress in the room. What do you do? (choose one)

a. Have sex where ever we land first, who needs a bed?
b. Have sex on a single twin mattress
c. Have sex on an air mattress
d. Or? (tell us your solution)
Though I certainly have no problem having sex on a couch or even the floor, I would probably go with b, have sex on a single twin mattress.  If it was a sleeping-over friend (as opposed to a fuck-and-run friend), we’d push the other two twin beds together and sleep on them afterwards.  I’ve always had trouble having sex on an air mattress as I expect our vigorous movements to cause an air leak.  And while that would certainly be the best possible circumstances in which to damage an air mattress, those things can be kind of expensive.

2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find. Why is it there?
At the moment?  My daughter.  That’s not to say that my daughter is odd (or that she’s a thing), just that she has her own bed and should be sleeping there.  But it’s sometimes difficult to put her down for a nap in her own room – too many distractions – and frankly who wants to bend that far?  It’s easier for me to just put her down on our bed.  As for things that are always in our bedroom,  maybe our sex library?  It’s not really odd, I suppose; if you’re going to have a bookcase full of erotica and such, the bedroom is probably the most appropriate location for it.  But I’m sure there are people we know who, if they saw it, might find it it odd or inappropriate.  That should demonstrate the lengths we go to in order to conceal our pervy sides from our family and vanilla friends, and it should also explain why we keep our bedroom door shut when certain people visit.

3. What are your favorite sheets?
a. Flannel
b. Cotton
c. T-shirt cotton (jersey)
d. Satin
I like cotton sheets in the summer, and flannel in the winter.  Of the two, I don’t have any clear-cut across-the-board preference.  It just depends on whether I am warm or cold.

4. Do you sleep with sheets tucked in or out? Why?
Untucked, please.  I’m not a fan of being locked into one position for my entire eight (well, these days more like four) hours’ sleep.  Though I sleep restfully and wouldn’t classify my sleep patterns as tossing and turning, I tend to move around a bit while asleep.  This actually brought to mind a scene from an episode of Seinfeld.  I’d embed it below, but none of the Youtube clips allow embedding, so you’ll have to click the link if you want to see.


5. What is your usual bedtime? Why?

a.  8-10 pm
b. 10-12 midnight
c.  12-24
d. Whenever my eyes won’t stay open any longer.
The logical answer is d, whenever my eyes won’t stay open any longer.  Unfortunately, that’s not even true.  I often stay up past the point of coherence.  With our recent move, my late retirement was due in part to unpacking, as well as the necessary decompression once the unpacking was done for the day.  Sometimes I’m working on the blog, perhaps editing and formatting a post or even just writing something for another day.  Sometimes I’m reading other blogs.  Sometimes I’m doing my own non-blog writing.  Whatever the case, as Cougar in Training will undoubtedly attest, if I get to bed before three AM, it’s  a miracle.


5. Do you sleep with closet door(s) shut or open? Bedroom door shut or open? Any particular reason why?

Generally speaking, it doesn’t matter.  I’ll take this as proof that I’ve grown up, but I no longer have the childhood superstition that demanded I – or more likely one of my parents – close my closet door before I went to sleep, lest the werewolves burst out and eat me in the middle of the night.  If the bedroom door happens to be shut, we might open it in order to hear our daughter in case she wakes up crying in the middle of the night.  But as her bedroom is adjacent to ours it really isn’t necessary.  The only time that we insist on having a door closed is if my parents happen to be staying with us, as Jill and I usually sleep naked, frequently have sex after turning in for the night, and never want to hear my parents’ too-loud conversations over breakfast in the morning while we’re trying to sleep in.

6. Have you ever broken a bed or other furniture during sex?
I never have, but one time when we were staying with Jill’s brother, we were having sex on their guest bed in the missionary position.  When Jill came, she kicked out her leg and sent a lamp flying off the nightstand and crashing to the ground.  Somehow, the body of the lamp was not damaged, either by her expert kung-fu kick, or the impact with the floor.  However, it didn’t work for the duration of our stay.  We decided not to mention it.

7. What’s your favorite type of bed for sex?
Ooh! I want to fuck on one of those racecar beds.  I bet they don’t see much action.  Alternately, i.e. if that’s way too fucking weird, I’d love to have sex on the Great Bed of Ware, which is, according to Wikipedia, “an extremely large oak four poster bed.”  Claimed to be the largest bed in the world, it can accommodate more than fifteen people at once.  Since Jill’s inclusion is a given, I had fun deciding who would make up the other thirteen occupants.


“…And you were there, and you, and you…”

8. What do you sleep in?
a. Lingerie
b. Underwear
c. Day clothes
d. T-shirt
e. Nothing
Whenever possible, e, nothing.  I will make an exception if it’s really cold, in which case I’ll wear sweatpants (though ideally I prefer to use body heat to get warm).  Additionally I don’t sleep naked if I’m in a group setting, such as when Jill and I might share a hotel room with family, or if I’m spending the night in county; in the case of the former, I will probably wear the aforementioned sweatpants or shorts, possibly with a T-shirt.  In the case of the latter, I will wear whatever I wore when I was booked, and I will spend the night grumbling loudly that no one came to pay my bail.  
Jill’s Answers
1. A friend is coming to have sex. There are 3 twin beds and an air mattress in the room. What do you do? (choose one)
a. Have sex where ever we land first, who needs a bed?
b. Have sex on a single twin mattress
c. Have sex on an air mattress
d. Or? (tell us your solution)
I would go with d:  Push all three twin mattresses together, and invite several other people to share them with us.
2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find. Why is it there?
A ballet bar.  It’s in our bedroom because it doesn’t fit anyplace else.  
3. What are your favorite sheets?
a. Flannel
b. Cotton
c. T-shirt cotton (jersey)
d. Satin
Definitely flannel in the winter.  They keep me cozy and warm.  When it’s warmer I prefer cotton sheets.
4. Do you sleep with sheets tucked in or out? Why?
They’ve got to be out.  Having my sheets tucked in makes me feel claustrophobic.  They can’t even be tucked in just at the foot of the bed.  As soon as I check into a hotel, I always untuck the sheets.
5. What is your usual bedtime? Why?
a.  8-10 pm
b. 10-12 midnight
c.  12-24
d. Whenever my eyes won’t stay open any longer.
I usually take a nap sometime between eight and ten when I’m putting the baby to bed, although there have been times when that nap spills over until twelve.  However, my usual bedtime is around midnight, as I’m up again at 4:30 am in order to work out.  Of course, if Jack and I have sex, I get to sleep whenever it’s finished, which could be as late as two o’clock.
5. Do you sleep with closet door(s) shut or open? Bedroom door shut or open? Any particular reason why?
No.  My closet doors don’t have to be one way or the other.  If I’ve been getting clothes out or putting clothes in and I’ve left the closet doors open, they stay open.  Our bedroom door is frequently open so that we can hear the baby if she wakes up.  But if Jack’s parents are visiting we keep the bedroom door shut.
6. Have you ever broken a bed or other furniture during sex?
When I lived in an apartment, I had a futon.  My boyfriend and I were having a very energetic and rambunctious time.  One of the legs broke and the futon collapsed with him on top of me.  We were able to reassemble it, but it was very precarious, and it wouldn’t stay up very well.  If  I was fucking on it or even just sleeping, chances are that thing was coming down again.  Everytime it did, it just made me laugh as I remembered what caused it to break.
7. What’s your favorite type of bed for sex?
Any bed with sexy people in it.
8. What do you sleep in?
a. Lingerie
b. Underwear
c. Day clothes
d. T-shirt
e. Nothing
Most of the time it’s nothing.  If I’m really cold, I might put on a shirt.  Even when Jack’s parents are staying with us, I still prefer to sleep naked, and just keep my clothes nearby in case I need to go check on the baby.
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Sunday Scoreboard: Week 1

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

We originally conceived this feature in late September, after we’d had a particularly busy week sexually and wanted to share it with our followers.  However, we eventually decided not to.  We didn’t want to seem boastful, especially to our blogging friends who might be enjoying less-active sex lives.  We questioned whether we could successfully keep track of all the sex we managed to have in any given week without turning the sex itself into something dry and analytical.  We questioned whether we could make such a regular feature engaging and exciting to read.  And we ultimately began participating in Sunday Stealing instead.
Now that our participation in Sunday Stealing seems to be a thing of the past (and because we have a lot to write about this week) we have decided to dust off the concept and give it a shot.  We do this with the understanding that not every week will be as eventful as this last one was, but also with the hope that our obligation to recap each week’s sexual roundup motivates us to ensure a memorable post each Sunday.
Sunday, January 29
A busy morning and an active baby precluded any fun until the afternoon.  Jack went out, and the baby napped, so I took a bubble bath and masturbated while reading sexy blogs and looking at friends’ hot pictures.  I keep a waterproof toy in the little shower caddy where we store our shampoo, body wash and other stuff, but I wasn’t in any particular hurry so I used my fingers. 
That night, after the baby had gone to bed, we took our weekly Monday picture.  This week, the picture was entitled “Masturbation Monday“, which afforded me a couple orgasms.  We began taking shots in the entryway of our house, and although neither of us was happy with the end results, I still got to cum using my Rabbit.  If that wasn’t good enough, we continued with the photo shoot in our bedroom where I got off again.  This time we got a halfways decent picture.
To thank Jack for being such a good photographer, I gave him a blowjob out on our balcony.  We’ve really enjoyed having a more or less private balcony on which to engage in sexual hijinks, and despite the chilly weather we’ve managed to have some fun.  I don’t know whether or not the exhibitionism aspect or maybe even the cool air has anything to do with it, but Jack cums even quicker than usual when I give him head outside.  And apparently, if this orgasm is any indication, he cums even more intensely than usual.
When we came back into our bedroom, we needed to warm up so we had some sex.  We started with doggy style, which is a favorite position for both of us, and then switched to missionary where Jack fingered me to a dripping-wet and very intense orgasm.  When he came I took him in my mouth.  He collapsed beside me on the bed and we lay in silence, only then realizing that we’d left the door to the balcony open.  The breeze was nice.
Orgasms for Jill: 4 (three from masturbation; one from sex/fingering)
Orgasms for Jack: 2 (one from oral, one from sex)
Monday, January 30
After working out in the morning, I left myself just enough time to get off in the shower.  I started with my fingers but between the fact that I was standing up (not my usual position for getting off) and the fact that I masturbate with a toy more often than I do with my fingers, I knew it would probably take me more time than I had.  I used my waterproof toy.  Worked like a charm!
Jack and I tweeted back and forth during the day, and I told him that I wanted him to pull my hair while fucking me doggy style.  Jack rose, both literally and figuratively, to the challenge, and as soon as I walked in he stripped me naked and fucked me on the dining room floor, complete with hair-pulling.  We came almost simultaneously, Jack collapsing against my back as he filled me up.  It was such a rush for both of us because he rarely cums inside me.  
We planned to have a second round Monday night after the baby was asleep, but as I sometimes do, I fell asleep while putting her to bed.  Jack took care of himself.
Orgasms for Jill: 2 (one from masturbation, one from sex)
Orgasms for Jack: 2 (one from sex, one from masturbation)
Tuesday, January 31
As I try to do most weekday mornings, I got off in the shower again.  I used my waterproof toy, which provided a quick orgasm and ensured that I wasn’t late for work.  However, once I was at work I began feeling very sick, and I was back home by 9:15.  This made both Jack and I sad, as we were pretty sure my condition killed the possibility of any sex.  I spent much of the day napping, and Jack kept the baby occupied.
That night, Jack needed to run a few errands.  By this time I was feeling a little better, and I took a nap with the baby.  When Jack got home he found the two of us sleeping and rather than waking me he edged for an hour or so.  (If you don’t know what “edging” is, it refers to maintaining a high level of sexual arousal without having an orgasm.)  When I woke up, I was ready for sex, and needless to say Jack was eager to cum.
Jack started off by fingering and then eating my pussy.  He made me cum three times, one after the other, and by the time I came down from the high I needed him inside me.  We did doggy style with me bent over the bed, and when he came he pulled out and I stroked his cock up against my tits.  I tried licking them clean, but either my tongue is too short or my tits are too small, because I can never reach them.
Orgasms for Jill: 4 (one from masturbation, three from oral/fingering)
Orgasms for Jack: 1 (one from sex)
Wednesday, February 1
While in the shower this morning, I remembered that we have an adjustible handheld showerhead and I used that to get off.  I barely had time to fantasize about anything before I climaxed.  It took me five minutes at the most, and even standing up, my orgasm was so intense that I needed to slowly sit myself down on the shower floor in order to recover.
As I was leaving work, Jack texted me a picture of his cock.  The baby was napping, and while I knew that he needed to get off in order to decompress, I told him to stay hard because I was on the way home and I wanted to suck his cock.  He managed to edge for the entire forty minutes it took me to get home (while watching porn, no less), and when I arrived I gave him a blowjob.  His orgasm was so intense that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to swallow all of his cum.
Wednesday night was pretty busy, and when we got in from some errands, we both opted for sleep.  What can I say?  We’re only human.
Orgasms for Jill: 1 (one from masturbation)
Orgasms for Jack: 1 (one from oral)
Thursday, February 2
I decided to shower in the hall bathroom, which also has a handheld showerhead.  I was hoping to compare the showerheads in both bathrooms.  While the Delta-brand showerhead in the hall bathroom did the trick, there’s a reason why it’s in the hall bathroom and the Moen showerhead is in ours.  Still, it made for a nice start to my day.
I asked my sister to watch the baby Thursday evening, and after dropping her off around 5:30, Jack and I had four and a half hours to play and fuck with reckless abandon.  We haven’t had that kind of alone time in a long while.  We don’t really like pawning off our baby, as if we wanted to constantly pass her off to babysitters we wouldn’t have had her in the first place.  But it was an exhilarating evening, and we might need to do this a bit more often.
Our activities were confined mostly to our bed, which is hardly a negative.  We enjoy sex in a lot of different places, but you really can’t beat a bed for comfort and overall convenience.  We had sex in various positions including both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, and even sixty-nined, which is something that we rarely do.  Call me crazy, but if I’m getting head, I want to be able to concentrate on my pleasure and not have to suck Jack’s cock while it’s happening.  But it was pretty exciting to feel Jack’s cock deep in my throat while enjoying his tongue on my clit.
Jack climaxed seven times, which might be a record for him.  One of those was from oral sex, one from a handjob, two from missionary position, two from doggy style, and one by his own hand.  I’m sure I came more than twenty times, most of which were from oral sex and fingering.  When I have multiple orgasms in rapid succession as I did Thursday night, they eventually start to run together, making it difficult if not impossible to keep track of them.  
I picked up the baby from my sister’s around ten o’clock and returned home.  As the baby was sleeping, we were able to resume more or less where we had left off.  As it was late and we were tired, we didn’t play for very long, but I did have another orgasm.  Greedy Jack got two!  Later Jack said that if we had a few hours to ourselves on Sunday evenings, Mondays would be a lot easier for me.  I think he’s right!
Orgasms for Jill: Undetermined
Orgasms for Jack: 9 (two from oral, one from a handjob, five from sex, one from masturbation)
Friday, February 3
The baby woke from her nap about ten minutes before I got home.  Jack apologized for his bad timing, but she had been up early and I knew she was going to nap earlier than usual.  It was just as well, as I had quite a bit that I needed to do on Friday afternoon.  That evening after the baby was asleep for the night, we went out on the deck for some doggy style.  I love having sex while leaning against a balcony, as the thrill of imagining an appreciative audience below always turns me on.  It was cold, so the doggy style didn’t last very long.  Instead, I gave Jack head.  I love tasting my pussy on him, and it got me so hot that I had to finger myself a little while I was sucking him.  
Jack came before I could, so I suggested we go back inside and get warm.  This time we remembered to close the outside door.  Jack leaned me against the bed and ate my pussy from behind while I used my Eroscillator on my clit.  He did such a good job that I put it away and he continued eating me.  I had four orgasms, and squirted all over his chest and his face.  We took a shower, and by the time we got out it was probably too late for more doggy style, which we really wanted.  Neither of us was complaining.
Orgasms for Jill: 4 (four from oral and masturbation)
Orgasms for Jack: 1 (one from oral)
Saturday, February 4
Although before we had a baby we looked forward to our weekends as they provided us hours and hours of unrestrained sexuality.  Since having a baby, it seems like we really need our weekends to relax and do as little as possible.  Saturday was hectic due to errands and family obligations, and a very long night meant there wasn’t a lot of sex happening.
When we got home after spending most of Saturday out of the house, we took some pictures for our Sinful Sunday post.  We began with doggy style for about ten minutes or so.  The angle let Jack’s cock stroke my G-spot delightfully.  We both came, though when we took a look at the pictures, we found that none were exactly what we we wanted.  That’s what we get for being better at fucking than we are at photography.
Jack adjusted the angle of the camera on the tripod and we continued in the missionary position.  This time the angle was better, and we got some usable shots, one of which you may have seen.  We also managed another two orgasms for me (both from fingering in conjunction with the sex), and one more for Jack, which I swallowed.
Orgasms for Jill: 3 (one from sex, two from sex and fingering)
Orgasms for Jack: 2 (two from sex)
Total: 
Orgasms for Jill: 39-plus
Orgasms for Jack: 18
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Sinful Sunday: Reflected Desire

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I lie on the cold tile floor, imagining that you are with me.  Imagining your body pressing against mine.  Imagining your lips on my own.  Imagining your swelling hardness in my sex.  Maybe if I imagine long enough, I can will it to be so.

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Sinful Sunday