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Sinful Sunday: Stockings, Part 1

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After dinner I find her sitting on our balcony in a chair, enjoying the cool breeze of the evening.  She looks ravishing in a tight black evening gown, with matching stockings and heels.  
Overcome with desire, I beckon her inside and throw her onto the bed.  I lift her skirt, intent on pulling aside her panties and feeling her arousal.  

To my delight, I find that she isn’t wearing any.

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Sinful Sunday: Peeping

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You know I’m standing in the hallway, watching intently as your hands traverse your body.  You like having an audience.  You like knowing how aroused I’m growing as you play; it intensifies your arousal and your movements. Your fingers quicken, dancing over your lips until they are a blur.  You moan as climax overtakes you.  And so do I.

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Slut-Shaming and Why it Sucks

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“Well, what kind of a guy goes to every city, he has sex with every girl, then he catches HIV and — is that someone we want to respect and tell our kids about?  I think he should be ashamed of himself.”

This quote was spoken by L.A. Clippers owner Donald Sterling in an interview with CNN’s Anderson Cooper.  He is referring to former NBA star point guard and current philanthropist, activist, and L.A. Dodgers co-owner Earvin “Magic” Johnson.  It is a cheap shot visited upon a legendary basketball player, as well as a bizarre and ill-advised attempt to deflect attention away from the well-publicized accusations of racism which saw Sterling banned for life from the NBA last month.  This racism is so virulent and long-standing that it led Sterling to change his original surname, “Tokowitz” in order to hide his own Jewish heritage.

It’s true that Magic Johnson was diagnosed with HIV following a prolific sexual history, as Sterling claims.  It’s also true that, while announcing his condition to the world, Johnson promised to dedicate his life to fighting the disease.  Shortly thereafter Johnson created the Magic Johnson Foundation, the initial purpose of which was to fight HIV.  In 1999 he spoke at the United Nations World AIDS Day conference.  He has worked hard to raise awareness of the disease, and to combat the then-ubiquitous belief that only gays and drug users get HIV and AIDS.

But even if he’d done none of that, Magic Johnson’s HIV-positive status is ultimately not Sterling’s concern.  Sterling’s astounding claim that Johnson has done little for the African American community, as well as his miscategorization of Johnson’s condition as AIDS, were deliberate and personal:  Sterling’s mistress posted to her Instagram account a picture of her with Magic Johnson, which is what led to the racist tirade which caused Sterling’s expulsion from the NBA.  Beyond Sterling’s racism, his attempt to condemn one man for his sexual proclivities is noteworthy given the irony inherent in his having a mistress in the first place.  According to Sterling, having a mistress is okay, but having several is not.  
(Disclaimer:  The woman at the center of all of this, one V. Stiviano, has as far as I know not been acknowledged by Sterling as his mistress; reputable media outlets tend to refer to her as a female friend.  However, in March of this year Stiviano was sued by Sterling’s wife for the return of a $1.8 million duplex, a Ferrari, two Bentleys, and a Range Rover, all of which were purchased for her by Sterling.  Is there anyone out there who believes that these items would have been purchased for her were she simply a casual acquaintance?)
Ultimately, Sterling’s attack on Magic Johnson is slut-shaming.  It seems to be unusual for one male to slut-shame another male; the target of this heinous practice is traditionally female, as slut-shaming is a response to female sexual agency, and a means of punishing same.  Presumably there have been other instances of one male slut-shaming another, though this appears to be the most high-profile of which I am aware.

What’s the big deal? you may be asking, though if you’ve read this blog for any appreciable length of time you probably aren’t.  After all, this isn’t the first time we’ve blogged about slut-shaming.  Two years ago this week we published Slut Power!, a post examining the phenomenon, questioning whether the word “slut” should be retired, and calling upon sex-positives everywhere to reclaim it and rob it of its power to harm.  After all, that’s the point; most people who use such language do so to hurt women, to keep them in their place, so to speak, and to maintain the status quo.

Slut-shaming reflects a stunted and unhealthy attitude about sex, a practice in which virtually everyone takes part.  We all enjoy sex, don’t we?  So why the negativity surrounding it?  Why judge someone for taking part?  What gives anyone the right to belittle another person for enjoying sex, regardless of whether they’re enjoying it in a different way, or enjoying more of it, or enjoying it more publicly, than someone else?
In case I have been in any way unclear up to this point, I must state for the record that I am unequivocally against slut-shaming in any of its forms.  That being said, I can almost understand why a man might slut-shame a woman who’s having sex, but not with him.  I would never do it, nor do I support the practice; any man who slut-shames a woman in this fashion betrays either his unchecked sense of entitlement, or his deep-rooted feelings of inferiority (or both, but almost certainly the latter).  After all, a man who is confident in his own sense of self shouldn’t care that any given woman has rejected him sexually.  In such a case, slut-shaming is born from jealousy and insecurity, and many men – most men?  The majority of men?  I don’t want to generalize here – exhibit more than their share of these two things at some point in their lives.  Thus I can see a malformed and deficient half-man striking back in the face of rejection by slut-shaming a woman who has declined his advances.
What I absolutely cannot understand, and never will understand, are men who slut-shame women after they have sex with them.  This is, somewhat counterintuitively, a pretty common thing.  In my younger days, before slut-shaming had a name or at least before I was made aware of it, I remember hearing guys talk about their conquests in a negative fashion, and I remember wondering why someone would have sex with a woman if he thought so little of her.  Nowadays I still hear of it; societal attitudes about women have created an environment wherein such a thing is tolerated if not encouraged.  In more than two decades of fucking, I’ve never had sex with a woman and immediately thereafter thought she was a lesser being because of it.  Hell, I probably thought the exact opposite, though that may be due more to my rampant ego.
Maybe I was raised with healthier attitudes, or maybe I’m just grateful when a woman chooses to have sex with me.  But the idea of in any way exploiting or otherwise mistreating a woman after she’s put herself in a vulnerable position – after she’s trusted me to that extent, with her body and/or with her emotions – is anathema to me.  It points to such a flagrant lack of care for the woman.  Now, I’m not saying that I’ve cared much for every woman with whom I’ve had sex, or even that I cared for them at all.  But I sure as hell didn’t see them as a potential victim.  The fact that so many men do is a big part of what is wrong with relations between the sexes these days.  
Men slut-shaming women with whom they’ve had sex is indicative of a different, perhaps less obvious problem:  Lack of self-esteem in the men themselves.  That a woman’s perceived value in the eyes of a man can somehow decrease after he’s had sex with her speaks less to the value of the woman and more to the value of the man.  Forget the fact that a man’s perception of a woman’s value has no bearing on reality and should in no way dictate her self-opinion; why do these men apparently view their own penises as some sort of toxic waste dispenser?  She’s the same woman afterwards that she was before, but your own fucked-up attitude about sex has tarnished her in your mind.  Shake off the programming and get some self-esteem, fellas.
“You fucked me? What’s wrong with you, girl?”
The worst version of slut-shaming, however, may well be the “women slut-shaming women” variety.  As with any other type of slut-shaming, the breadth of the victim’s sexual experience is no more the business of a woman than it is a man.  However, it is unfortunately all too common for people to judge others for failing to live up to their own arbitrary standard of behavior; women can be as guilty of this as men.  That a woman chooses to have no sex, or have less sex, or have sex privately and refuse to acknowledge it publicly, or have relatively vanilla sex, or sex in the context of a monogamous relationship, does not give her the license to hurt another woman for having different needs.
I feel that this variety of slut-shaming is so much more insidious than the more widespread male-on-female form because, while men who slut-shame are simply perpetuating the same old bullshit misogyny – how original! – women who do it have allowed themselves to be blindly co-opted by the oppressive establishment, used as its agents to further browbeat women who, again, are guilty of nothing more severe than enjoying the same activities as everyone else on the planet.  The difference is that these women aren’t willing to pretend they’re not, or be forced into a society-defined compartment.  Begrudging someone else the happiness you’ve consciously chosen to give up for the sake of appearances is awful.  But when you’re a woman denying another woman, it’s betrayal.
Just because you’re too ashamed, sheepish, reactive, out-of-touch, afraid, conditioned, self-conscious, or stupid to take an active interest in sex and exhibit some sexual agency doesn’t give you the right to deprive anyone else of the same, or to slut-shame them when they refuse to be similarly cowed.  If you are a man and you slut-shame women, you are another in a long line of oppressive assholes.  If you are a woman and you slut-shame other women, you have no decency, nor have you any sense of the greater picture.  Women seem to have enough to worry about these days, from inequal pay for equal work to victim-blaming for the most awful crimes.
In Slut Pride!, I opined that I probably wasn’t very knowledgeable with regard to the label, and probably shouldn’t have been talking about something that didn’t really affect me the way it does women.  But in the same post I quoted Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy who, in their 1997 book The Ethical Slut defined the word as “a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.”  This is certainly an apt description of myself, and while I’m not a fan of labeling in general, “slut” is a label I now wear with pride.
At the time I also denied that I’d ever been called a slut.  But I can remember on one occasion having the word lobbed at me by male friends – see?  It does happen! – who may have been smiling when they said it, who may have been trying to sound good-natured about it, but who I assume felt uncomfortable by the fact that I was getting laid.  Perhaps they were envious.  Perhaps they believed that sex was better left for marriage.  I can’t guess.  I never took it personally, and in fact I may have chalked it up to the aforementioned envy; however, I never understood why they made such a big deal about it.  
Sex is healthy.  It’s wonderful and fun, and undeserving of the prevailing taboos surrounding it.  The more public attitudes on the subject shift, the more the concept of slut-shaming is likely to disappear.

Sinful Sunday: Glass Table Top

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This shot was taken during a recent hotel stay.  I love everything about this image:  The insouciance of Jill’s pose, the position of her legs preserving her anonymity, the deep brown of her stockings high on her thighs, and the filmy white curtain that acts as a backdrop.  But I really love the way her upper thigh is reflected in the glass table top on which her foot rests.  A happy accident, I assure you.

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“Just know one thing…”

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I always find it exciting when a woman makes it clear that everything she’s been talking about doing with me isn’t simply idle fantasy.  I know I’m desirable.  But I don’t always assume that the women with whom I flirt want it to go any further than that.  During a brief text message exchange with our friend S Wednesday morning, she said the following:

“Just know one thing…Whatever you and [Jill] fantasize about with me?  Know I’d be game [in real life] and then some”.


Yowza.  Bring it on.

TMI Tuesday: May 6, 2014

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Today’s TMI Tuesday was inspired by Dominic Wilcox Variations on Normal and from questions submitted by Virtual Sin. Both men are brilliantly creative.

How creative are you?
Jack’s Answers
1. Have you ever had an idea for an invention that you thought would be commercially viable? Care to share a brief synopsis, photo or sketch?
I invented and attempted to patent an engine that runs on water but Big Oil stepped in and had my prototype destroyed, as well as all my sketches and photos.  Ergo, I have no sketches to share, nor have I photos.  You’ll just have to take my word for it.
2. Visual arts: Do you do any painting or drawing? Are you a photographer? Sculptor? Ceramist/potter? Silversmith or other? Share one of your favorite works with us, post a photo.
I dabble in both painting and drawing, and the occasional modeling clay sculpting project.  As for photography, is this your first time here?  I post photos of my sexy wife Jill (and myself), though nowhere near as often as I did a couple years ago.  Here’s a personal favorite:
3.
a. Do you write fiction? Poetry? Share with us by linking to your work.
b. Do you make up plots, even if you never write them down?
Again, have you perused this blog before?  If so you are undoubtedly aware that I write the occasional piece of erotica.  Beyond this blog I write non-erotic fiction, including screenplays and short stories.  I even write a bit of poetry, though it’s the absolute least of what I do creatively.  I have invented a few plots that have, as of now, never been expanded into a finished work, though I generally do record them in a notepad or a text file in the hopes that I’ll someday be able to get a story or script out of it.  Here’s a link to something I wrote.
4. Do you write music? Do you sing or play a musical instrument? An audio clip would be nice 🙂
Generally speaking I am not musically inclined.  I do not write music, and I only sing when driving (if a favorite song happens to be playing) and while in the shower.  However, if you ever join me in the shower I will be too busy pleasuring you beyond your wildest dreams to even consider serenading you.  As for playing a musical instrument, I play the acoustic guitar, though admittedly not as well as I once did.
My daughter doesn’t seem to mind.
5. Do you write computer programs? What do you like most about that?
I’ll tell you instead what I like least about it:  When the Master Control Program scans me into the Encom mainframe and forces me to fight for my life on the Game Grid.
Just in case you all forgot that I’m a huge geek.
6.
a. Do you have a hobby that involves making something? Examples might be woodworking, baking, sewing, etc.
b. What is the last thing you made?
I make small handicrafts.  I lack the room for any real woodworking, though I do the best I can with the space at my disposal.  I make things like coasters, trinket boxes, and other functional items to give friends for birthdays and such.  The last thing I made was…wow.  No clue.  I need to get back on the horse.  I think it might have been an ornate bookmark.  Actually, based on the wording of the first sentence of this question, Legos would count.  I like Legos.  Does anyone not like Legos?
Other than anyone who’s ever stepped on a stray brick, I mean.
Bonus: What is it? How would you use it? Write a caption.
This appears to be a lifecast taken from the face of President Richard Nixon.
Jill’s Answers
1. Have you ever had an idea for an invention that you thought would be commercially viable? Care to share a brief synopsis, photo or sketch?
I once made a dildo out of ice.  Does that count?  It was actually Jack’s idea.  So I guess the answer is no.
2. Visual arts: Do you do any painting or drawing? Are you a photographer? Sculptor? Ceramist/potter? Silversmith or other? Share one of your favorite works with us, post a photo.
I don’t really paint or draw unless I’m leading an art lesson with my class.  I don’t sculpt, nor do I work with ceramics, though in the past I have made millefiori beads and other very basic clay projects.
Lately, however, I am very interested in blown glass.
3.
a. Do you write fiction? Poetry? Share with us by linking to your work.
b. Do you make up plots, even if you never write them down?
I have written erotic fiction in the past, though it’s been quite some time since I have found myself with the time and the mental wherewithal to do so.  I frequently make up plots without writing them down, usually when I am telling my daughter a spur-of-the-moment bedtime story.  Here’s a link to one of my favorite things I’ve written!
4. Do you write music? Do you sing or play a musical instrument? An audio clip would be nice 🙂
I don’t write music, though I have occasionally written poetry.  And although I do not play any instruments I do sing, though as is the case with drawing and painting, it’s only when I’m leading my class in a music lesson that I do.
5. Do you write computer programs? What do you like most about that?
I do not write computer programs.  Sometimes I wish I knew how to design apps.  I’m not sure why, as I have no idea what kind of currently nonexistent app would be useful.  I guess it would just be a nice way to maybe make a few extra dollars.
Sad but true.
6.
a. Do you have a hobby that involves making something? Examples might be woodworking, baking, sewing, etc.
b. What is the last thing you made?
I enjoy baking.  I make lots of different kinds of chocolates and other candy, as well as brownies and cookies.  During the holidays we send care packages to friends and family.  But if you ask those in the know they’ll tell you that such delicious goodies are only the second-tastiest thing about me!
Bonus: What is it? How would you use it? Write a caption.
It’s a cucumber. I’d use it in a salad.
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!

Hey, Guess What? I Might Be Poly.

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Last week I sent a picture to S, the friend who up until last September was strictly platonic, and who Jill and I would both like very much to take to bed. Nothing lascivious; just a shot of my usual adorable and sexy self, looking handsome as always. She replied, “I love this picture. I love the subject.” It’s a flattering comment, and one someone might hope to receive under such circumstances. Let’s break it down, shall we?

“I love the subject.” This is something a person might say of any work of visual art, be it a painting or a photograph. It is the sort of statement that can be made of a still life featuring a bowl of fruit just as it can a young girl with a pearl earring. Now, please understand that I am not in any way comparing myself to Joannes Vermeer’s masterwork. Simply know that, upon first reading my friend’s comment on the photo I sent, I assumed she meant it in the same way a wide-eyed museum-goer might: That is to say, with appreciation for the visual beauty but no real emotional investment or attachment.

Let’s re-read that statement: “I love the subject.” Wherein “the subject” is me. In other words, “I love you.” She may appreciate the subject from an aesthetic standpoint, but that’s why she began with “I love this picture.” The second sentence of her reply was an expression of her feelings for me personally. To be fair, it’s not like she hasn’t said as much prior to this, or that I haven’t said the same to her. But moreso than the typical three-word admission of love, it took that specific reply to drive home the point: S loves me, and I love her too.*

It’s not merely the love of two friends who have known each other for more than twenty-five years. It may have begun that way, but it has grown into something deeper and more substantial. It transcends sweet and caring, venturing at times into deeply romantic, with a dash of do-anything-for-you devotion, aided and abetted by sexual attraction to spare. And that’s when it hit me: I’m poly.

When I was in my early twenties, I remember asking my first girlfriend – by then my ex – if she wanted to hang out one weekend when I was in town. Yes, we had sex a couple times; we were both single and had no real reason to abstain. If we ended up not having sex for whatever reason, I probably wouldn’t have been devastated. But I cared for her, even in light of our rough breakup several years earlier, and I wanted to spend time with her. Whether I was trying to relive the happy times we shared before mutual infidelity got in the way I cannot say. However, I was pleased to see her, and I can’t say that temporarily resuming contact with her stunted my emotional development in any way.

Not long after that, I remember somebody calling me an asshole for maintaining contact with a different ex-girlfriend even though I had a new relationship. I wasn’t trying to date or have sex with this ex; my new girlfriend served both purposes perfectly, and at any rate I didn’t want to go back down that road with my ex. I just thought we could be friends. I cared for her – are you detecting a theme yet? – and, knowing that her home life was less than peaceful, I thought she might appreciate a little support. Anyway, Seinfeld had spent eight years showing that men and women could make a post-dating friendship work.**
Friendship is all it was, though. I wasn’t trying to sneak around behind my girlfriend’s back, nor was I in any way keeping my ex on the hook in case my new relationship fizzled quickly. I just wanted to stay connected to this person after the romantic and sexual aspect of our relationship had concluded. Is that weird? Does it come off as needy or clingy?  Generally speaking, I don’t believe that I am a needy, clingy person.  Weird, certainly. But not needy or clingy.
Let’s make one thing absolutely clear:  I am non-monogamous for the sake of sex, not for the sake of love.  I require physical variety more than the emotional equivalent.  Given the choice between new women to fuck with the smallest amount of emotional connection as possible – or none at all – or new women to love emotionally without the possibility of sex, I imagine you already know which option I’m going to pick.***
That being said, however, I now understand, and to some extent I’m happy with, the fact that I am capable of multiple concurrent emotional relationships.  I’m not even necessarily talking about love, though I would hate to rule it out.  I guess what I’m talking about is care – there’s that word again – and, for lack of a better word, closeness, especially with the possibility – nay, likelihood – of sex.  I’m talking about positive emotion, whatever you want to call it.  While I definitely enjoy the spontaneous excitement of casual sex, I’ve almost always found sex more gratifying when I’ve known the person beforehand, even for a short while.  Meeting someone in a bar or other pick-up location and fucking them immediately is always a thrill.  But at least for me it’s trumped by the thrill of spending some time wondering what someone looks like naked or how they sound when they come, and then getting to find out.
None of this should be taken as any indication that I am insistent upon getting to know someone well before we have sex, or that I’m necessarily going to grow attached afterwards, or for that matter before.  For discretionary reasons I rarely cruise the local bars, and aside from occasional forays on OKCupid I am not actively looking for people online.  So hypothetically speaking, if I’m having sex with you it’s probably because we have already developed some kind of rapprt that goes beyond, say, you taking my order at Starbucks two mornings a week.  Either we know each other through Twitter or the blogosphere, or else we are acquainted offline.  Additionally, I’ve never been much for a one-and-done; if the sex is good I’ll want another at-bat.  That’s admittedly due less to my possibly being poly and more to my being a greedy motherfucker.
There is, admittedly, a downside to poly, and that is the increased risk of heartbreak and hurt.  It’s just common sense:  More emotional attachment means more vulnerability.  If you open your heart to anyone, whether you’ve known the person for a week or a decade, whether you met him through a personal ad or you came out of her vagina the day you were born, there is a chance that this person will hurt you.  This seems to be the hardest lesson to learn, and one that most if not all of our poly-identified friends report having struggled with at some point.  It isn’t an easy lesson.  No one likes to be rejected, or hurt.  I can’t imagine that anyone enjoys being told, whether explicitly or implicitly, that they aren’t good enough for another person, or even that the other person is done loving them.  

But is there anybody reading this who doesn’t feel like boldly tasting all that life has to offer, including its at-times daunting risk of heartbreak, is preferable to sitting at home too afraid to venture outside?  I question whether the pain of loss brought about by the end of a relationship is in reality any worse than the shame and embarrassment of defeat in sports, business, or any of a number of other ventures.  I guess it depends on the individual.
For me, it’s probably a moot point; while my wife is generally comfortable with physical non-monogamy, love is an altogether different story.  It is her hardest limit, the one absolutely unbreakable boundary.  For her sake, I am capable of not having multiple concurrent relationships.  But I cannot deny that there is a part of me which is poly, and which truly feels something for the most of women with whom I have had sex.

In closing, the one conclusion to which I’ve arrived is that more love cannot possibly be a bad thing unless it somehow takes love away from one’s primary partner.  But the way I see it, love is not unlike oxygen, or the stars in space:  It’s the sort of thing of which one cannot truly run out; if one is inclined to love, there will always be enough.  So how can a surplus of love be a negative?  In a world that at times seems increasingly shitty, increasingly unfair and imbalanced, who would begrudge someone as much love as he or she can handle?
Note:  This is our 750th post.  We’re three quarters of the way to a thousand!

*For the sake of brevity, I’ve omitted Jill’s name from this paragraph, but I am compelled to point out that her feelings about S are similar to my own, just as S’ feelings about Jill are similar to her feelings about myself.

**Yes, I know it’s a television show.  Just go with it.
***The first one.

TMI Tuesday: April 22, 2014

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This week’s TMI Tuesday is an outlet for the quirky you. It’s titled Odd and Ends because it is the leftover ideas/questions/thoughts that couldn’t fit into a theme but I know it’s TMI you want to share 🙂
Let’s Play…

Jack’s Answers

1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it. However, you can save time and get your “energy high” by brushing your teeth with a caffeine-infused toothbrush. Would you buy and use this product? Why or why not?
No.  I’ve never needed caffeine in the mornings.  I don’t drink coffee, and I’ve never been one to imbibe energy drinks.  I’m not trying to make myself sound like some kind of awesome guy – I can be pretty lazy when I have the opportunity – but while I may not always relish getting up in the morning I do so because I need to, and I always have, whether I’m getting up for school, for work, or to raise my daughter.  But everyone I know seems to be as functional as a lobotomized earthworm before they’ve stopped at Starbucks for their daily venti triple-caf megafrappumacchiato.  I guess I just don’t see the big deal.

2. You made a sex list of all the things you’d like to do but haven’t done. The list was lost and discovered by your boss at work. He/she ask if they can help you tick a few items off the list. What do you say?
Depends on the boss.  If it’s Christine, who I worked for in my twenties, then the answer is an enthusiastic hell yes.  She was attractive, fun, and very sexy, and based on a single experience, an amazing lay who managed to live up to my fantasies – and I had many.

If it’s this guy, the answer is no.

3. Sex around the house. Have you ever been bent over the kitchen counter or bent a lover over the kitchen counter and fucked? What did you like most about it? What did you like least?
I’ve never been bent over the kitchen counter, but then I’m not one to get bent over anything.  Not that there’s anything wrong with receiving; it’s just not my particular kink, nor has it been any of my partners’ thusfar.  However, I have bent many a partner over various counters including not only the kitchen counter but the bathroom counter as well.  I’ve also bent Jill over our dining room table a half hour or so before dinner guests arrived, ostensibly because there wasn’t enough pressure to get everything prepared before the doorbell rang.  In our current home, however, the kitchen is set up in such a way as to make fucking up against the counter a bit too cramped for our liking, so when we need to have sex in the kitchen we usually do it against the wall in the narrow space between the refrigerator and the counter.

The dark line below my left arm is the division between freezer and refrigerator.
4. Sexting…How do you really feel about it?
a. Meh? Not my thing.
b. Can take it or leave it, usually have to be begged to do it
c. I like it, it’s like foreplay.
d. Love it! I’m always sending naughty notes and steamy pics.
e. What’s your number? I have a daily sexting list, wanna sign up?
I’d probably opt for (d), as it describes the frequency with which I find myself involved in sexy exchanges via my phone with only a slight exaggeration (“nearly always” would have been more accurate).  But to not select (e) is to deprive myself of the opportunity to solicit new sexting partners, so even though I don’t actually have a list, I may as well go with that.  I’m a stay at home parent who requires physical non-monogamy but for whom physical non-monogamy is an occasional treat at best, so I need to divest myself of the external trappings of stay at home parenthood in any fashion possible.  Without sexting I might have gone mad years ago.
“So what are you wearing?”
5. What do you love to sniff? Why?
Honestly?  Jill’s arousal.  There’s no other way to put it.  I love the way she smells when she’s sexually excited, preferably just after she’s had an orgasm or two.
After years of non-stop stay at home parenthood, cocaine is an acceptable answer as well.

Bonus: What is it? Explain how you would use it.

It’s a cock cage, something of which I would never have heard were it not for Dan Savage’s ads for Extreme Restraints.  Specifically, it’s a model known as Rubber Gates of Hell, something I learned by dropping the above image into Google Image Search.  (No, I did not cheat.  I did the image search after deducing that it was a cock cage.)  As for how I would use it, I wouldn’t.  My cock can’t be caged.
Jill’s Answers
1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it. However, you can save time and get your “energy high” by brushing your teeth with a caffeine-infused toothbrush. Would you buy and use this product? Why or why not?
It wouldn’t be coffee-scented, would it?  If so, definitely not.  When I brush my teeth, I want them to be minty-fresh, so if they could make it mint-flavored I would consider it.  Actually does it have to be the toothbrush that is infused with caffeine?  Why not just infuse the toothpaste?
To be honest, this is all the wake-up I need.
2. You made a sex list of all the things you’d like to do but haven’t done. The list was lost and discovered by your boss at work. He/she ask if they can help you tick a few items off the list. What do you say?
If it was the boss I had at my previous job, or the boss I had two jobs ago, absolutely.  Especially the boss I had two jobs ago.  He was hot.  But my current boss?  Fuck no.  He’s old and creepy.
Pictured: My current boss.

3. Sex around the house. Have you ever been bent over the kitchen counter or bent a lover over the kitchen counter and fucked? What did you like most about it? What did you like least?
I’ve definitely had some hot kitchen sex in my life, as this Sinful Sunday from 2012 will demonstrate.  But as for the specific scenario described in the question, being bent over the kitchen counter and fucked, no I have not.  Well, not in our current house, anyway.  We have a really narrow kitchen, and me being bent over the counter would result in Jack being squashed between my ass and the stove.  (Not that I think he’d have a problem with that while it was happening.)  But we’ve definitely done it up against the wall in our kitchen.  And bent over the kitchen counter in our last two houses.  We need a bigger kitchen.
4. Sexting…How do you really feel about it?
a. Meh? Not my thing.
b. Can take it or leave it, usually have to be begged to do it
c. I like it, it’s like foreplay.
d. Love it! I’m always sending naughty notes and steamy pics.
e. What’s your number? I have a daily sexting list, wanna sign up?
I would say somewhere between (c) and (d).  “I love it” is closer to my feelings on the subject than just “I like it”, but I’m definitely not always sending hot messages and pictures to sexy friends.  When I have the ability, I really enjoy it.  Unfortunately I don’t have the ability as often as I would like.  My average day is spent actively teaching children.  I can’t be checking my phone every couple minutes, and I definitely can’t take a break and get myself off when things get too steamy.  Of course, summer isn’t far away, and I’m hoping to be able to partake a bit more often once I’m on vacation!
5. What do you love to sniff? Why?
That distinctive morning bakery smell.  You might know the one I mean:  Freshly baked bread and pastries, plus coffee.  That aroma is so evocative to me, not to mention delicious.  Sorry if you thought my answer was going to be sexier than that.
Although this is pretty erotic.
Bonus: What is it? Explain how you would use it.
This is a cock cage.  It is a chastity device that a guy wears over his cock and balls to inhibit stimulation and orgasm.  Either that, or it’s some kind of binder thing for loose-leaf notebook pages.
Much cheaper at Office Depot, and available in a variety of colors!
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Sinful Sunday: He is Risen

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Sorry, I couldn’t resist that title. I figure this should please everyone who wanted to see me sans boxer briefs last week.
Sinful Sunday

TMI Tuesday: April 15, 2014

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In many areas around the world, vacation season is approaching. This week’s TMI Tuesday asks you to tell us about your vacation style. Thank you to Virtual Sin for the questions.

Jack’s Answers
1) What mode of transportation do you prefer for vacation: a) car, b) bus, c) train, d) cruise ship, e) airplane, f) other?
I guess it depends where I’m going.  As a general rule, though, if I can make the drive in a sufficiently brief period of time that I can still enjoy the vacation itself, I’d rather do that.  In other words, unless I’ve got a couple months of accrued vacation time (and I never do), a cross-country trip will probably feature air travel rather than car travel.  That said, I do enjoy spending a week on a cruise ship; however, it’s far from my preferred mode of transportation.  Anyway, I tend not to think of cruise travel as a mode of transportation in the same way that I do an airplane or train; the cruise ship is, essentially the destination as far as I’m concerned.
2) What baggage strategy do you use when flying: a) carry-on only, b) gate check excess bags, c) check baggage, d) ship bags ahead, e) other?
We usually check our bags, though we have managed smaller trips with just carry-on.  This can be stressful, of course, as we have no way of getting certain toiletry items (i.e. liquids in larger sizes than the TSA allows) to our destination.  It also makes it impossible to bring home bottles of wine.
Thank goodness for travel-size lube!
3) What is your accommodation strategy: a) luxury hotel, b) bed and breakfast c) cheap hotel/motel, d) stay with family/friends, e) camping or RV, e) other?
If I can save a few bucks I’d gladly opt for (d) and stay with family or friends, especially sexy friends who want to watch us fuck and then join in.  Unfortunately we don’t have family and/or friends in every city we’d like to visit.  Thus, the majority of the time we choose (c).  We aren’t really accustomed to the sort of amenities one finds in a luxury hotel, and while we appreciate such comforts we find it difficult to justify the extra expense when cheaper accomodations suit us just fine.
4) What world-famous places have you visited on vacation? These can be commercial tourist attractions (Disney World), museums (The Louvre), historic places (Gettysburg), natural wonders (Yellowstone, Yosemite), or anything else?
My international travel is much more limited than Jill’s.  I’ve kissed the Blarney Stone.  I’ve been to Piccadilly Circus, the Tower of London, and Windsor Castle.  But most of the world-famous places I’ve seen are confined to North America.  Among them, I’ve been to Disneyland (though not Disney World), the Butchart Gardens, the Grand Canyon, Times Square, the Space Needle, Yosemite National Park, the Las Vegas Strip, Route 66, Hollywood Boulevard, and probably a few other places.  Oh!  And let’s not forget Randy’s Donuts in Inglewood, California.  It was in Iron Man 2.  That makes it world-famous, dammit.
5) Where do you really, really want to go someday?
I’ve actually got a long list of places I’d like to visit, both domestic and overseas.  I’m not sure I can narrow it down to just one, though in the interest of finishing these questions so I can go to bed, I’m going to go ahead and say Perth Amboy, New Jersey.  And it isn’t even on my list.  Speaking of which, bed is a place I really, really want to go right now.
6) What you would you like to go back to see again?
I’d like a return trip to Dublin, Ireland.  Few destinations are more appealing to me in every single way.
Other than wherever you happen to be, of course.
Bonus: Have you ever had sex with someone you just met while on vacation? Tell us about it.
I did, when I was sixteen going on seventeen years old.  She was the second person I ever had sex with, I met her in a hotel in Los Angeles while my mom was at a work-related seminar, and I happened to be cheating on my girlfriend back home.  It’s a sordid tale, though it is an experience I still remember fondly despite the guilt I felt.  It was the subject of a Formspring Friday post more than two years ago.
Bonus, Bonus: While vacationing, have you ever had sex in a moving car, bus, train, or airplane?
Just in an airplane, if memory serves.  Jill and I joined the Mile-High Club on a flight overseas less than a year into our relationship.  The boldest thing about it is that we didn’t even bother going to the restroom in order to do it.  Read more about it here.
Jill’s Answers
1) What mode of transportation do you prefer for vacation: a) car, b) bus, c) train, d) cruise ship, e) airplane, f) other?
Airplane, followed closely by cruise ship.  I’m not a big fan of long car rides, though in the long run it’s cheaper than air travel.  I like being able to relax and let someone else handle it, and I find that I can relax a lot easier on an airplane than I can in a car.  However, in a car it’s much easier for me to suck Jack’s cock during the ride than it is on an airplane.
2) What baggage strategy do you use when flying: a) carry-on only, b) gate check excess bags, c) check baggage, d) ship bags ahead, e) other?
We usually check our bags.  We don’t travel light, and especially if it’s a long trip we often pack way too much for just carry on.  Anyway, I’d rather check our bags and then not have to deal with them until we reach our destination.  Who wants to deal with lugging around a bunch of suitcases?  If we’re taking a short trip, say two or three days, then we can manage with just carry-on, especially if it’s just Jack and I.
When you have kids, this is your luggage.
3) What is your accommodation strategy: a) luxury hotel, b) bed and breakfast c) cheap hotel/motel, d) stay with family/friends, e) camping or RV, e) other?
Obviously I’d prefer to stay in a luxury hotel or a bed and breakfast.  Who wouldn’t enjoy such accommodations?  But we can’t afford it, so we tend to go for (c), a cheap hotel or motel.  Depending on the nature of our vacation we’re usually only in the hotel room to fuck and sleep.  A bed’s a bed.
4) What world-famous places have you visited on vacation? These can be commercial tourist attractions (Disney World), museums (The Louvre), historic places (Gettysburg), natural wonders (Yellowstone, Yosemite), or anything else?
I’ve been to Disney World and Disneyland, Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Colisseum, and Pompeii to name just a few.  
5) Where do you really, really want to go someday?
I’d love to see Greece.
Not the same thing.
6) What you would you like to go back to see again?
Definitely Ireland.  Italy, however, is a very close second.  And since Jack has never been to Italy, it would be his first time.   Maybe Italy should be first!
Bonus: Have you ever had sex with someone you just met while on vacation? Tell us about it.
Sort of.  During a trip to Tijuana in college, I met a guy and later I let him fuck me in my dorm.  (I was attending San Diego State.)  It wasn’t like five minutes after meeting him I was bent over the hood of his car, but it didn’t take a lot longer than that.
Bonus, Bonus: While vacationing, have you ever had sex in a moving car, bus, train, or airplane?
Yes!  During a flight to Europe Jack fingered me until I came, and I gave him a handjob.  We say it counts!
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!