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Sex and Sneezing

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Here’s a news story that I found very strange and surprising.

Here’s Looking Atchoo: Sneeze and Sex Could Be Linked

PARIS (AFP) – Women who suspect a man of having sex on the brain should listen out for a sneeze, as a pair of British doctors say that sneezing may be a sign of arousal.

In an unusual paper published on Friday in the prestigious Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine, Mahmood Bhutta and Harold Maxwell cite the case of an unnamed middle-aged patient who suffered uncontrollable fits of sneezing whenever he thought of sex.

Intrigued, the pair unearthed further evidence — although less robust — among anonymous Internet chat rooms, where 17 people of both sexes reported sneezing immediately upon thinking of sex and three others who said they sneezed after orgasm.

Bhutta, a specialist in ear, nose and throat medicine at the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford, said the phenomenon could be more widespread than thought and might even be inherited.

“It certainly seems odd, but I think this reflex demonstrates evolutionary relics in the wiring of a part of the nervous system called the autonomic nervous system,” Bhutta said.

“This is the part beyond our control, and which controls things like our heart rate and the amount of light let in by our pupils. Sometimes the signals in this system get crossed, and I think this may be why some people sneeze when they think about sex.”

Bhutta said there were only one or two references to the sex-and-sneezing link in published medical literature.

The most recent was a letter to the Journal of the American Medical Association in 1972 involving a 69-year-old men who complained of severe sneezing following orgasm.

But embarrassment or social inhibition may have prevented the topic from being aired, suggests Bhutta, who says further research could shed light.

“Uncontrollable fits of sneezing” may be a sign of arousal, but it’s also a sign that he’s got a cold, and may be contagious. Approach at your own risk, ladies!

All kidding aside, I have never experienced anything like this before. Has anyone ever noticed a connection between sex and sneezing, or is this another case of the medical community making foolish claims with regard to sex?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081219/od_afp/healthsexsneezingoffbeat_081219135030

-Jill

Fingercuffs – A Near Miss

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Before I met Jill, I don’t think I ever entertained a threesome fantasy that didn’t involve myself and two women. In other words, while I knew that a threesome could conceivably involve two men and one woman, I couldn’t really see myself fantasizing about such a thing, or actively seeking it out. It’s not that I was squeamish or afraid of the idea of being in a threesome where another man was involved – after all, there are plenty of things two guys can do with a woman without actually touching each other – it just wasn’t my preferred scenario. I always found the fantasy of two women much more appealing. And why wouldn’t I? Women are just plain hotter than men. Which is why the thought of not one but two gorgeous women having me all to themselves, ideally after they’ve warmed each other up, is quite possibly the pinnacle of sexual fantasy.

However, when I was twenty-six, I came closer than I had ever come before, or since, to having a threesome with a married couple. I’ll call them Jerry and Julie. Jerry was a former co-worker of mine, and Julie was his wife. I spent many an evening hanging out at their house, drinking, playing video games, and watching television. Sometimes there was a small crowd, including Jerry’s high school friends, co-workers, and next-door neighbors; other times it was just me, Jerry and Julie. But whoever was there, Julie was always the center of attention. She was twenty-two, head-to-toe sexy, and she knew it. When she was in the room, it was a good bet that any straight guy present was thinking about having sex with her, no matter what she was wearing or how she looked. Thoughts of her pouting lips and killer body had gotten me through many a dry spell and I, like most of their guy friends no doubt, frequently fantasized about her.

I never got the impression that Jerry and Julie had an open relationship or anything like that, nor did I have the sense that Julie was interested in women at all. In spite of her tendency to point out attractive women on television, she was way too attracted to men. She liked to flirt with just about any guy who came over. Nothing too forward, mind you; for Julie it was sufficient to add a sexy lilt to her voice when greeting a male guest, lean over to flaunt her bountiful cleavage when handing him a drink, or maintain eye contact a few seconds longer than necessary when saying good night. I ate it up.

One Friday night, the three of us hung out in their living room, watching a DVD. In the six years since that night, the movie we were watching was forgotten, although I vividly remember the long T-shirt that Julie was wearing. I remember how it reached her knees, and I remember wondering if she was wearing anything underneath. In fact, it’s safe to say that I found it hard to focus on the DVD.

About halfway through the movie, Julie got up from the couch and took the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Jerry went to help her, taking with him our empty glasses. I sat on the couch, staring at the paused image on the television screen, and after a couple minutes Jerry called out to me.

“Hey bro,” he shouted. “Come in here for a minute.”

In the kitchen, I found Julie perched atop a chair on her hands and knees. That long shirt she’d been wearing all night was hiked up past her hips, revealing a tiny black thong and a full round ass. Her back was arched, that beautiful ass staring me right in the face. Jerry stood in front of her. His shirt was still on, but his pants were down, gathered in a bunch at his feet. I stood in the doorway for a second, taking in what I’d stumbled upon – no! What I’d been invited to watch! – and then I stepped into the room for a better look.

As I moved closer to the kitchen table, Julie reached behind her, ostensibly to ensure that her shirt wasn’t obstructing my view of her ass, naked save for a tiny strip of fabric. Although I definitely liked what I was seeing, I wanted to move around the table and get a better look at what she was doing to Jerry, even if it meant having to see his cock. Jerry didn’t seem to care, and besides, I’d thought about Julie giving me oral sex for so long that seeing Jerry naked wasn’t going to ruin this moment.

I moved so that the table was between them and me, and watched Julie as she licked and sucked her husband’s cock. She didn’t use her hands at all, preferring to let her mouth and Jerry’s hips do all the work. At Jerry’s suggestion, Julie stopped going down on him just long enough to lose the thong. She stepped down from the chair, locking eyes with me as she slid her panties to the floor. She kicked them toward the kitchen doorway, then climbed onto the chair and got back to work. They put on an incredibly exciting show, and though instinct dictated that I downplay my own arousal, it wasn’t long before I was kneading my hard-on through my jeans, barely able to contain myself. In fact, it was a testament to my remarkable self-control that I kept my pants buttoned and zipped.

“You gotta get a look at that ass,” Jerry told me as his wife continued to wantonly devour his cock. Further urging was unnecessary, and I returned to my earlier vantage point, happy to gaze at his wife’s backside. As her head moved up and down on Jerry’s cock, her ass wobbled ever so slightly, and the sight made me even harder than I already was. When I offered praise, Julie moved a hand between her legs and opened her pussy with two fingers. All I could think about was dropping my jeans and thrusting into her as deeply as I could go, then repeating until I came. As it was, the visual I was enjoying would undoubtedly add much to the fantasy that I was going to use to get off that night.

The show continued for about half an hour, and I moved around the room to get a better view as necessary. At one point Julie actually masturbated, something I thought about very often. The fact that she masturbated wasn’t exactly a secret, but I frequently wondered how she did it. I never imagined that I’d get to see for myself. I was surprised by the intensity and urgency of her motions, and the thought of giving her a helping hand was exciting. Jerry came silently, something I didn’t even realize had occurred until Julie left the room to spit. In my fantasies Julie always swallowed, or at the very least let me come on her, but I liked the fact that she at least let him come in her mouth. Jerry pulled up his pants and we went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The room was silent for a couple minutes. I literally had no idea what to say.

Finally Jerry spoke: “What did you think?”

“That was really hot,” I said. “Thanks for letting me watch.”

Julie came out of the bedroom, still wearing her nightshirt, as well as a pair of gray sweatpants. It occurred to me that her black thong was still lying on the kitchen floor. “Okay,” she said, and Jerry put the movie back on. If I found it difficult to concentrate on the movie before, it was now impossible.

It was some time later that Jerry told me of the opportunity I had missed that night, and the signals I had been oblivious to. He wasn’t upset or anything, but I never did get another opportunity. It occurred to me that another of Jerry’s friends had probably been given the same shot and took it. I can’t honestly say that I would have joined Jerry and Julie had I actually been asked, or had I been bold enough to understand what they wanted of me. I’d like to think that I would have. After all, such chances don’t come along every day.

For the record I still do fantasize about threesomes involving myself and two gorgeous women. Jill is one of them, of course.

-Jack

Bettie Page (1923-2008)

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I wanted to post a quick tribute to legendary 1950s pinup model Bettie Page, who passed away on Thursday at age 85. Bettie was an early Playboy Playmate (January 1955, to be exact), and a well-known fetish model, known for an extensive body of work that included spanking, bondage, and domination-themed photography and film. Even if you haven’t heard the name, you’ve undoubtedly seen one of her famous pinups or are familiar with her as a pop cultural icon. And if you’ve somehow missed out on Bettie Page on that level, I’m certain you are familiar with one of the celebrities, artists or photographers who were inspired by her.

After a career which saw her pose for an estimated 20,000 photos, Bettie Page fell out of the spotlight in 1958. Her reclusive nature in the years since then was the subject of fan speculation, and she developed a strong cult following. The look of Batman villainess Poison Ivy was inspired in part by Page, and she was the unwitting basis for the love interest in Dave Stevens’ comic series The Rocketeer (and to a lesser extent its 1991 film adaptation). Her image graced the covers of comic books and fanzines. Her original photo shoots were reprinted.

Then, in the early 1990s, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous featured a telephone interview with Page wherein she confessed ignorance over her resurgence in popularity. Living in poverty and squalor in Los Angeles, Page realized that she stood to make a lot of money from the various individuals profiting from her likeness. She hired an agency and began receiving residual payments, ensuring financial stability in her waning years.

In 1996, author James L. Swanson published an authorized biography entitled “Bettie Page: The Life of a Pinup Legend.” Page did a single television interview to promote the book, but refused to allow her face to be shown. The following year, author Richard Foster published “The Real Bettie Page: The Truth About the Queen of Pinups”, a tell-all that revealed many shocking details about Page’s disappearance from the limelight. The definitive dramatization of Bettie Page’s 1950s heyday can be found in 2005’s The Notorious Bettie Page, starring Gretchen Moll in the title role.

A recent article at mtv.com nicely sums up her influence:

Katy Perry’s rocker bangs and throwback skimpy jumpers. Madonna’s “Sex” book and fascination with bondage gear. Rihanna’s obsession with all things leather, lace and second-skin binding. Uma Thurman in “Pulp Fiction.” The Suicide Girls’ Web site. The Pussycat Dolls. The entire career of Marilyn Manson’s ex-wife Dita Von Teese. Without Bettie Page, it’s likely none of these women would look the way they do.

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1601231/20081212/story.jhtml

-Jack

Head Games

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As promised, I gave Jack his long-awaited blowjob tonight. Also as promised, I wrote about it. The story that follows was written pretty much the way it happened, but I thought I would write it in present-tense. When Jack wrote his recent balcony story, I found the present-tense much more intense and immediate. I hope you find it bonerific. Well, those of you who have the potential for boners, anyway.

I step into the bedroom, wearing only a thin silk robe that hangs loosely from my body. You are already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I linger in the doorway and let you gaze at me for a minute before slowly dropping to my knees. Like a sexy cat, I crawl to you at a deliberate pace until I am kneeling right in front of you. I place my hands on your thighs and lean close so that I can nuzzle you. I feel you hard against the side of my face, and rub you against my cheek as I slowly and exquisitely tongue your balls. I lick my way up your shaft and then back down, then resume tonguing your balls while stroking you with my hand.

Your quickened breathing turns me on. After a few more tip-to-base licks, I devour you, taking you as far as I can. I suck you deeply, almost inhaling you. My hand chases my lips from your balls up to your head on each upward stroke, and then on the downward strokes my lips chase my hand. It’s not long before you’re moaning in sweet, intense pleasure. I don’t want to finish you off too quickly, of course. I slow down, licking you softly to maintain your arousal without pushing you too far. I can’t ignore my stirrage, and I reach into my nightstand for my rabbit.

For a moment my focus shifts away from you and I switch the toy on and touch it against myself. I’m already wet, and it slips inside me with ease as the tiny rabbit ears beat my clit with no mercy. I lean forward and kneel atop my rabbit as it thrusts up inside of me. I get back to work on you, at the same time bucking my hips up and down on the toy. While I ride it I suck and stroke your cock, intent on both of our orgasms. I come hard, choking back moans as I swallow your length deep into my throat, feeling myself gush with abandon as my floodgates open and drench my thighs, my feet, and my toy.

Now it’s your turn. My mouth tantalizes your frenulum and the underside of your head, while my hand quickly pumps your shaft. As your climax nears, your body tenses up, and I know this is going to be an orgasm you’ll never forget. You try to warn me of your impending ejaculation, though it’s understandably difficult for you to speak. Then you erupt like a geyser, and though I’ve been anxiously awaiting this moment all day, you still manage to surprise me with the sheer force and volume. Totally spent, you fall back on the bed to catch your breath.

I’m very happy when, minutes later, you come join me in the shower.

-Jill

Anticipation

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They say that good things come to those who wait. I don’t know if it’s true, but I do know that the longer you wait for something, the better it tends to be.

Last night, we had dinner with friends of ours. The conversation was consistently exciting, and frequently involved sex. Three bottles of wine made us frisky, and by the time our guests left, Jack and I were both horny. Enjoying a great buzz, we went to bed, hoping that the alcohol in our systems and our heightened arousal would make for fantastic sex. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Jack fell asleep first, and I followed.

Sometime during the night I heard Jack apologizing for his lack of energy. I remember telling him not to worry about it, although in my state of sobriety I doubt he could understand my slurring. When we woke up this morning we had a very clear goal: As soon as we were both home from work, we were going to have sex, with no alcohol allowed. I wasn’t about to repeat what happened last night!

Of course, things don’t always work out the way we plan them. I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, but there was an hour to kill between work and the appointment time, and I stopped home for a sample of the main course. Even giving him a blowjob would have been nice, and during my short drive home I thought naughty thoughts about freeing him from his pants and gobbling him up. Unfortunately Jack wasn’t expecting me until after the appointment, and he’d gone out.

Looking back on it, it was just as well. The deal was that we would have sex, meaning that we would take our time and really enjoy it. Even with an hour before my appointment, I would still be way too rushed in getting him off, and the last thing I would want to do is start something I don’t have the time to finish. Plus, at the very least I would need to brush my teeth and drive to my appointment. While that would give me maybe half an hour, or at the most forty minutes, to enjoy Jack’s cock, actually doing it would make me very wet and gushy indeed. I didn’t want to go to my appointment in that condition.

The anticipation of what (hopefully) awaited me at home made a routine appointment much more bearable. As I pulled up to our house I was pleased to find Jack’s car parked out front. I began to experience major stirrage as I imagined jumping my husband the second I walked into the house (a thought which had kept my mind occupied throughout the appointment). But his car wasn’t the only one parked there. Jack’s parents had stopped by for a visit. Now, my in-laws are wonderful people, but the less said about them in a sex blog, the better.

Walking into the house, I kissed my husband, said hello to his parents, and then went to our bedroom where I took a shower and (shhh…don’t tell Jack) got off with the hand-held showerhead. It was fun, but after I came I kind of wished I had waited until Jack had been there to share it with me.

When we had the house to ourselves, we did have sex, beginning with an amazing round of oral (Jack giving and myself the lucky receiver) that made up for the false start the night before. As I succumbed to one of many intense climaxes, I made a mental note to give him head before we were through. Despite the fact that it was almost nine o’clock by the time we got started, we had no shortage of energy. I’m sure that anticipation played some role in this, as we continued having sex for the better part of three hours, switching positions frequently. Jack amazed me with his stamina, pushing me further and further with each amazing orgasm he treated me to. And when it was his turn, I asked him to fill me up and he eagerly granted my request.

We kissed, the sort of raw, hungry kiss that begins sex for us much more often than it ends it. I realized with the slightest regret that I never did give Jack head. Oh well. Maybe that’s something we can write about tomorrow.

-Jill

Home Alone

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We spent the weekend at Jill’s parents’ house. Through an unexpected turn of events, we found ourselves home alone Saturday night. With no chance of parental (or other) intrusion, we regressed to a state I can only refer to as “high school horny”, when you’re still living at home, perpetually besieged by very active hormones, and can’t wait to have a couple hours’ privacy – or less! – to get your jollies.

We had just watched Jill’s parents pull out of the driveway, leaving for an overnight trip out of town. We had the house to ourselves for more than twenty-four hours, but neither of us saw any reason to procrastinate. After all, it’s best not to put off until tomorrow what you can do today, a lesson that I’ve learned all too well recently. So once the car was out of sight, we ran upstairs to the guest room. In spite of our instincts, we refrained from dropping any clothing on the way up, but once we were in our room with the door locked, we were both naked almost immediately, and locked in a warm embrace atop the bed seconds later.

We kissed for a very long time, neither of us feeling any need to rush. As the kissing escalated, our hands traveled across each other’s bodies, further building our arousal. After enjoying her sexy curves, my hand settled between Jill’s thighs, feeling her heat and her wetness. I explored her from the inside while she began to stroke my already-hard length, sharing a voracious kiss all the while.

Jill climbed on top of me and slipped me inside her. As she rode my thrusts she expertly played with herself, and I donated a couple fingers to her effort. Between my rapid upward thrusts, and the constant stimulation of her clit, she was close to a very intense climax. I felt her tense up, and as she came she collapsed on top of me, burying her face into my shoulder instead of moaning.

When it was my turn, I chose missionary position. Though not particularly imaginative, and not necessarily as exciting as doggy style, missionary has never let me down. Plus, it’s a great position for really deep penetration, especially when Jill puts her legs up on my shoulders. Which is exactly what she did, in fact. The feeling of her body against mine and her hips bucking against me, the taste of her nipple as she shoved it against my tongue, the sound of her breathing…my excitement was mounting, but it took me longer to climax than I thought it would. Jill reached down to stroke me as I moved in and out of her, her fingertips playing havoc all over me and accelerating my orgasm.

When I came, Jill took me in her hand and stroked me against her breasts. She brought me close to her mouth and kissed me clean, and then we cautiously ventured out of the guest room. As we opened the room door, we were glad to find the house as dark and quiet as when we started. We ran across the hall to the guest bathroom, and took a quick shower. Afterwards, Jill got a couple of towels from the hall closet and, having wrapped ourselves up in them, we headed to the backyard, where a warm and inviting hot tub awaited us.

It’s no secret that a good way to get us in the mood is to put us in the water, ideally with little – or no – clothing. Whether it’s the bathtub or the shower, a pool or a hot tub, a beach or a lake, there’s a good chance that, if we’re near or in water, we are thinking about sex. Of course, we were both already in the mood, and most definitely already thinking about sex. As we sat in the tub, enjoying the cool night air, immersed in hot, bubbling water, we listened to the sounds of the quiet night.

“Want to fuck again?” she asked.

I laughed. She knew the answer without even having to ask.

-Jack

Missed Opportunities

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Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Trust me on this.

This morning I found out that San Francisco’s landmark sex club The Power Exchange closed down. The Power Exchange has been open for years, providing open-minded couples and singles a place to see and/or do things they might otherwise never experience.

For anyone not in the know, The Power Exchange is a multi-level establishment with various theme rooms (jail cell, dungeon, vampire’s lair, mad scientist’s lab), as well as a dance floor, stripper poles and pool tables, enabling patrons to satisfy just about any fantasy, usually with an audience. The club’s lower levels are open to all types and persuasions, while the upper level is limited to couples and single women.

Needless to say, Jill and I had entertained the idea of going to The Power Exchange for some time. The idea of watching people engaged in all manner of sexual activity, and possibly doing our own thing as well, fueled many a fantasy of ours, and we hoped to pay them a visit. Possibly with open-minded friends.

The Power Exchange closed its San Francisco location in November, with plans to open a new location in Las Vegas. So much for the possibility of taking a spur-of-the-moment trip there.

While I’m talking about missed opportunities, I also learned today of the passing of Forrest J. Ackerman. “Forry”, as he was sometimes called, was best known as the writer and editor of Famous Monsters of Filmland, a groundbreaking sci-fi and horror magazine, from 1958 to 1983. He was an avid collector of movie memorabilia, and he housed much of his collection – which included original props, models and costumes from classic movies such as “Dracula” and “King Kong” – in his home, known as the Acker-Mansion. In fact, fans were welcome to tour his home, view the various displays of movie history, and listen to tales of Forry’s long and storied life.

During our most recent trip to Southern California, I’d considered trying to make arrangements to tour the “Acker-Mini-Mansion”, the smaller home in which he resided near the end of his life. But I put it off, hoping that there would be other opportunities. While I’ll always have a hefty collection of back issues of Famous Monsters of Filmland, meeting the man who was responsible for it would have been the icing on the cake. But now it’s too late.

In the interest of keeping this entry on-topic, for a time Forry and his wife had an interest in nudism. Granted, I don’t think he would have been the type to attend a sex club like The Power Exchange, but he would probably have approved of their vampire’s lair and mad scientist’s lab rooms.

-Jack

Watching Us

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One evening this week, when Jill and I were in the mood to be watched, we started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into one of our accounts in the hopes of finding an audience. As is usually the case, we were only planning on having Jill give me oral on camera; she gets off on showing off, she always puts on a fantastic show, and for some very strange reason she is sometimes hesitant to get naked in front of complete strangers.

As is also usually the case, it can be tough to find a suitable audience (i.e. a couple, as we like watching even more than we like being watched). We looked for awhile, switching between several Yahoo! accounts, each with its own buddy list, but we had no luck finding anyone to show off for, or watch. We headed off to bed, to have sex without an audience. Which, let’s face it, is still pretty damn good.

As we headed to bed, I had a flash of brilliance. While Jill got undressed, I set up an older, rarely-used laptop in the bedroom. I attached one of our webcams, which I placed at a high vantage point atop our television. I started up Yahoo! Messenger and logged into our account, while Jill picked out a favorite porn movie and put it in the DVD player. Then she got into bed.

When the movie began playing, Jill did too. She took a small silver bullet-shaped vibrator from her nightstand drawer and held it against her breasts, letting her nipples stiffen into erect peaks. While she did that, I used my other laptop to log into a different Yahoo! Messenger account. I accessed the webcam that was broadcasting from on top of the television, and maximized the window so that it filled the screen. For a moment I watched Jill using the toy on her clit. Then I set the laptop down on my nightstand and turned my attention to my wife.

As I sensuously caressed Jill’s thighs she continued to play, her eyes focused on the movie. Then I dropped down between her legs and began to feast, urged onward by the sounds of porn emanating from our television, the delicious taste and aroma of my wife, and the occasional sneaky glance up at the laptop on my nightstand. I enjoyed watching the two people on the screen, even knowing that they were us. In between licks, I worked three fingers in and out of Jill, and with a long, intense moan she came, hard and explosively.

“I want to watch,” she said, and flipped over onto her hands and knees. She turned so that she was facing my laptop, and with one hand bracing herself against the mattress she reached back and spread herself open. I slipped inside her from behind, and as she rode my thrusts we watched ourselves on the screen. Her body bucked against mine, and the way Jill felt, the way we looked on the screen, both accompanied by the sounds of a very energetic scene playing on the television took me exactly where I needed to go. As I came, Jill’s moans upon being filled up were louder and more erotic than my own.

We collapsed onto the bed and lay in each other’s arms, listening to the movie playing on the television until Jill picked up the remote control and turned it off. We lay in silence, watching each other watching the webcam until we were asleep. The next night, we did it all over again.

-Jack

A Trip to the Toy Store

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Saturday afternoon we found ourselves at Suzie’s Adult Superstore, where Jack bought my new toys last month. I’d never been there before, and as he turned into the parking lot I realized that I hadn’t been to an adult store in a long time. In fact, Good Vibrations was the only store we shopped at for years.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Good Vibrations. It’s exactly the kind of sex-positive store that should exist in every city in America, where women and men can go to browse or buy anything that turns them on, in a safe setting without fear of judgment. The staff is friendly, helpful, and eager to give advice to help the customer make the right choice on a toy, a video, or anything else they carry.

But sometimes Good Vibrations doesn’t do it for me. I do love the comfortable atmosphere, but it’s almost too clean for me. Sometimes that sort of sterile environment isn’t what I need to get turned on. Sometimes I want to shop at a store that’s a little bit naughtier, almost to the point of being sleazy, if that’s the right word.

The adult video store in the neighborhood where I grew up was much less comfortable than Good Vibrations. It was always sort of darkly lit, with porn movie posters hanging on the walls, and racks full of adult magazines and videos everywhere you looked. Inflatable sex dolls with gaping mouths hung from the ceiling. They had a back room with coin-operated video players, and probably glory holes too. Maybe it’s because I was raised in a Catholic household, but the forbidden nature of a store like this (moreso than Good Vibrations) added to their appeal.

It’s no wonder that I was pleasantly surprised by Suzie’s. The place is a nice happy medium between Good Vibrations and the much sleazier porn shop I remember walking into cautiously when I was younger. Suzie’s is a brightly-lit and well-stocked store, one that I can see Jack and I going into whenever we’re in need of a new adult product, or just looking to browse. Beyond a huge selection of toys, Suzie’s has an equally huge section of DVDs, all sorts of bondage gear from paddles to nipple clamps, and a cage large enough to hold a person. It costs just under $2,000, so start saving those pennies!

Like Good Vibrations, the sales staff at Suzie’s seems pleasant and knowledgeable. On his first visit, Jack got help picking out my toys from a salesgirl based on my likes and dislikes, and the toys I have owned in the past. Likewise on Saturday we started out browsing the vibrators, and it wasn’t long before a very helpful young lady came over to assist us, offering her opinions of some of the toys we were looking at. She said that she had used most, if not all, of the toys we were interested in, and although she might have been exaggerating to gain our confidence, both Jack and I found her candor sexy.

Jack mentioned that he’d recently bought me a couple new toys, and she complimented him on his choice, and me on my tastes. She asked if we were looking for something a little different, and led us to an adjacent rack to look at silicone dildos of all shapes, sizes and colors. She showed us one particularly large model with a suction cup on its base, and told us how fun it is to stick it to the floor and ride it, or to the headboard and back up on it. Even though they don’t vibrate, I think it would be hot to ride a dildo while giving Jack head. Maybe not as hot as riding my rabbit, but the fact that the dildo is actually shaped like a cock would be exciting.

Because it was my first time in the store, she gave us a quick tour and left us to continue browsing on our own. I found myself gazing at a showcase full of beautiful blown-glass dildos that I think I would be too scared to actually use. Jack gravitated toward a nearby shelf of adult board games and card games. He has been looking for something we can play with another couple or two in the event that we ever hold another porn and pizza party or something similar. Most of the games seemed to be designed for use by a single couple, but there was one he seemed interested in. I should have made a mental note of what it was.

Somehow, we left the store empty-handed. We hadn’t actually gone there to buy toys, since the last two Jack bought me are still doing the trick. But I did get a few ideas to add to my Christmas list.

Suzie’s is located at 5136 Auburn Blvd in Sacramento. They’re open 24 hours for late-night shopping trips. The “Parking in rear” sign is good for a laugh.

-Jill

Thanksgiving Weekend Sex (When Company’s Over)

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Posted in fact one-on-one voyeurism/exhibitionism written by Jill

Friday, Jack’s old roommate stayed the night with us. This is the same guy who was staying over in our September 29th entry. He was passing through on the way home from Reno, where he’d spent Thanksgiving. He’s a really sweet guy, and he’s fun and handsome (but not as much as Jack). A few of my girlfriends think he’s hot, and at least one has slept with him.

We went out to dinner, and then we came home and watched a movie. When the movie ended, I excused myself to the bedroom. I got undressed and took a shower, and Jack came to join me. We washed each other, then kissed as the hot spray rinsed the soap from our bodies. We got out of the shower and dried off, and I asked Jack if our guest had gone to bed. Jack said yes. We got into bed, and I rolled over on top of Jack, holding his wrists down and pinning him.

We kissed some more, and I felt Jack’s fingers spreading me open. He caressed me for a moment, and when the kiss broke he slid down the bed, letting his mouth finish what his fingers started. Kneeling over him, I leaned against the headboard, which hit the bedroom wall noisily. Instinctively Jack tensed up. I giggled loudly at the noise, then caught myself, quieted down, and concentrated on what my husband was doing.

By the time I finally came, Jack had wiggled out from underneath me and was working on me from behind. It was better this way, because on all fours I had a pillow handy to muffle the sounds of my passion. When my climax passed, I rolled onto my back and took him inside me. As I pulled him close, I told him to fuck me. And not in a whisper, but at a normal volume. I’m sure he was surprised by my lack of discretion, but it didn’t hamper the mood at all.

His thrusts were soft at first, more out of a desire to keep quiet than in order to be gentle. But some of my most imaginative dirty talk inspired him to throw caution to the wind, and in a few minutes we were unconcerned with the sounds of the mattress, the headboard, or our own moans. I could feel myself close to another climax, and I knew Jack was too. My legs clasped around his back as my pussy clenched tightly on his cock, and I boldly announced my orgasm. We both came at once, and as he filled me, I couldn’t help but cry out.

Just like before, the possibility of being overheard was exciting, and the thought kept me aroused until after I had fallen asleep. This morning Jack was a little worried that we might have been too loud, but rather than making a quick exit, his roommate stayed two hours later than he planned to before getting back on the road. He even took us out to lunch. So if we kept him awake last night, he obviously wasn’t offended!

-Jill