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TMI Tuesday: October 30, 2012 – The LONG and the SHORT of it

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Thank you Erotic Adventures in Brisneyland for the following TMI Tuesday questions.

Jack’s Answers

1. What is the longest relationship you have been in?
My current relationship is the longest one I’ve ever been in.  We’ve been at it for more than eight years which is the longest I’ve ever attempted – and now that I think of it, longer than I ever intended – to be, for all intents and purposes, a one-woman man.  It’s not something that comes easy – even with someone as perfect for me as Jill physical monogamy is at best very difficult – but we love each other, the sex is better than any I’ve ever had, and she laughs at my jokes.  I think I’ll be sticking around.

2. What is the shortest relationship you have been in?
A couple hours.

3. How often do you have sex? How often do you want sex?
Not counting masturbation, I’d say that I have sex anywhere from twice to five times a week.  Given the fact that we live in a very small house and have a small child who doesn’t like to nap, even twice a week is pretty often, though I generally want it as often as I can get it.  Daily would be great, though given our current living situation there’s no way daily sex would be feasible.  However, since we have reason to believe that many of our friends have seen their sex lives come to a halt when they became parents, I think we’re doing pretty damn good.

4. How long does sex usually last?
There’s no standard answer to this question.  We generally manage at least an hour, though it’s not unusual for sex to last up to two or three hours depending on a number of factors including whether our daughter is in the house or being babysat elsewhere, whether she is napping, time of day, etc.  Three hours of sex is a far cry from the all-night fuck-binges we used to enjoy when we were dating and newly married, but as I stated earlier, seeing as we are parents and frequently sleep-deprived, we’re pretty fortunate to be able to swing that.

5. Have you ever had an experience where someone couldn’t perform, finished too quickly or couldn’t keep up with you? Tell us about it?
I can’t really say that I have.  I’m guessing that when you have sex with women, “performance issues” refer to lack of arousal, and that’s never really been a problem.  Can’t say that I’ve ever experienced a quick finish with a partner either; generally speaking if they climax relatively soon I’ll give them a few more.  And I can’t say that I’ve ever had a partner who had trouble keeping up with me, though over the course of a twenty-year sexual history I have had partners who have vastly different sex drives than my own.  In some cases they were higher, and in some cases they were lower, usually owing to a lesser interest in sex than I had.  But I don’t think there was ever a time when I worried that I was going to end up in an ambulance with an oxygen mask over my face.

6. If you could only have one “type” of sexual encounter for the rest of your life, would you prefer
a) short and sweet
b) wham bam thank you ma’am
c) here for the long haul
d) slow and tender
This may be the hardest question I’ve ever been asked.  I think what I enjoy so much about sex, even sex with the same partner for nearly a decade, is the variety.  I love the fact that when I’m feeling tender and romantic Jill and I can have sex in the missionary position, face to face, exchanging hot, sweet kisses the whole time.  I love the fact that when I’m feeling particularly dominant I can fuck her from behind without mercy, pushing her face into the mattress while simultaneously yanking her long brown locks.  And when I want to induge her own dominant side she can ride me.  That’s a big part of what makes sex so much fun.  So yeah, this is a really difficult question for me to answer, and in fact I’m not going to answer it.  I’m going to answer a different question, but I’m not going to tell you what the question is.  The answer, however, is: 2 Tablespoons grapeseed oil, and 1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar.

Bonus: Would you consider ending an otherwise healthy and loving relationship if the sex wasn’t what you wanted?
Yes, I would.  I’ve never done this, as I have been pretty fortunate with regard to my long-term sex partners.  But if the sexual aspect of an otherwise fulfilling relationship left me so unsatisfied that I couldn’t bear the thought of remaining in that relationship, I would most certainly end it and hope that my next relationship would be better.  I’ve long insisted that we as a society need to drop our sexual hang-ups and begin a dialogue, or at the very least stop pretending that sex isn’t as important to us as we all know it is.  Were we all more able to be honest, to simply come out and say to a potential partner, even during a first date, that sex is a vital part of any romantic relationship, and that we were in fact thinking about sex the whole time you were talking about college and how your parents pushed you to go to law school, the world would be a much more harmonious place.

Jill’s Answers
1. What is the longest relationship you have been in?
I am currently in the longest relationship I have been in.  Jack and I have been together for eight years, and I’ve loved every minute.  Our relationship is so fulfilling that I sometimes wish we’d met years before we actually did.  Jack is easily the best partner I’ve ever had.  He is the most attentive and caring, and our sex life is better than I could ever have imagined.  He provides me with emotional closeness, stability, and excitement.  
2. What is the shortest relationship you have been in?
The shortest relationship I was in lasted about a week.  I met the guy online, and we went out twice before I decided that I didn’t want to see him anymore.  He was incredibly self-absorbed, and kind of a jerk.  For these reasons he failed to impress me on our first date, but I considered that he might have been having an off night so I was willing to give him a second chance.  The second date was just as bad, so I ended it.
3. How often do you have sex? How often do you want sex?
Jack and I have sex a few times a week.  Because my sex drive is so high I always want more than I get.  I could probably stand to have sex once a day or more, but having a child and a job means I don’t always get to have sex everytime the thought crosses my mind.
4. How long does sex usually last?
It could be anywhere from twenty minutes to several hours.  The length of time we spend having sex depends on whether our daughter is likely to interrupt us.  If she’s been napping for a couple hours we are unlikely to have much time, and that’s when we’ll knock it out in twenty minutes or half an hour.  On the other hand, if she’s just gone to sleep, we probably to have a few hours of uninterrupted quiet time, and we try not to waste a minute.
5. Have you ever had an experience where someone couldn’t perform, finished too quickly or couldn’t keep up with you? Tell us about it?
I have dated a few guys who made it clear that they were more interested in their own pleasure than they were in mine.  I dated one guy who would cum right away and then be finished, and I would have to take care of my own orgasm.  He also proved to be very selfish in other areas of our relationship.  Needless to say, we didn’t last very long.  One of the things I love best about Jack is the fact that, from a sexual standpoint, we’re pretty evenly matched, and he never leaves me unsatisfied.
6. If you could only have one “type” of sexual encounter for the rest of your life, would you prefer
a) short and sweet
b) wham bam thank you ma’am
c) here for the long haul
d) slow and tender
All of these are wonderful at different times, but if I had to choose one I think it would be slow and tender.  When Jack spends hours pleasuring me, it always leads to the most intense orgasms imaginable.  He truly makes me feel loved, and the sex is possibly more about our emotional connection than the physical.  But I’m very glad I don’t have to choose, because sometimes “wham bam thank you ma’am” can be very gratifying.
Bonus: Would you consider ending an otherwise healthy and loving relationship if the sex wasn’t what you wanted?
Yes I would.  Sex is such an important part of a relationship.  If I didn’t feel like I could please my partner, or if my own needs were going unmet, the relationship couldn’t possibly last.  I’d like to think that I would have the good sense to pull the plug rather than spend the next several decades growing more and more disillusioned.
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Nothing Personal

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You’ve likely noticed by now that we’ve stopped commenting on blogs.  Well, we haven’t stopped entirely; we still comment on as many meme-based posts as we possibly can, though it usually takes us a day or so.  And we haven’t ceased commenting forever.  We hope that our lapse in commenting is just temporary.

As bloggers who have been just as prolific about commenting as we have about blogging, our relative silence must come as an unwelcome surprise.  As bloggers who have long extolled the virtues of leaving feedback, the break we’ve taken from reading and commenting must seem awfully hypocritical.  Unfortunately, we didn’t have much of a choice.

While we managed to keep up with the many blogs we follow during a very busy summer, for some reason the resumption of our normal post-summer routine has proved a hectic time for both of us.  September is always a busy month for us; while October is usually more sedate the past month has been less relaxing than we expected.  Between work, family stuff, an enormous non-blog writing project, and occasional extracurricular activities, it’s been difficult keeping our heads above water.

We’ve continued to blog, obviously.  We appreciate the outlet blogging provides and we don’t intend to stop.  But something had to give, and for now that something is reading and commenting on most blog posts.  It wasn’t something we chose to do lightly.  In fact, I’m not certain that we ever chose to stop commenting, per se.  But after a few days of unchecked posts scrolling through Google Reader, it became clear that the odds of us getting caught up were slim to none.

We feel guilty about it, actually.  We know we shouldn’t, but we do.  We feel guilty because despite our lack of reciprocity we’re still receiving a lot of comments from bloggers who enjoy our stuff.  The fact that we love staying caught up in the lives of our friends by reading their blogs but can’t makes us feel worse.

The long and the short of it is this:  Our current inability to stay caught up with the blogs we so enjoy is not personal.  We have simply dropped the ball.  In the hopefully-near future when things get easier, we will pick it up again, and run with it.  Until then, we hope that you’ll continue to stop by.

-Jack

Formspring Friday: Asking Ourselves a Question

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What question have you asked for Formspring Friday that you most wish you could answer?
(Submitted by Cougar in Training)

It’s funny you should ask.  We have in fact answered at least one of our own Formspring questions (“Which do you believe is worse:  Physical infidelity, or emotional fidelity?“).  If a topic intrigues us as much as this one did, we see no reason not to get a blog post out of it.  However, looking at most of the Formspring questions we’ve asked others, it seems like a lot of our answers are already fairly common knowledge, or in some cases so simple that we’d be hard-pressed to get an entire post out of them.  One question, however, really stands out.  It’s something about which we’ve talked about blogging for quite some time, and given the opportunity we’ll gladly do so now.  Here goes.

Do you watch commercially available mainstream porn?  Why or why not?
Yes we do.  However, it is definitely not our preference.  Long gone are the days when porn was so inaccessible that we had to settle for – and masturbate to – whatever we could find, usually a grainy VHS tape or some softcore flick on late-night Cinemax.  Today porn is nearly ubiquitous; anyone who wants to watch it should have little or no difficulty finding some.  The sheer variety of porn that is available on the internet – for free and without having to speak to another human being in order to watch it – is breathtaking, and would make our adolescent selves fall to our knees and praise the gods of porn for smiling upon us.
Why, then, does so much mainstream porn absolutely squick us?  We’re guessing that it has something to do with its ready availability.  With porn available more or less on demand, viewers are likely to develop a tolerance.  The things that once aroused a viewer to the point of orgasm no longer work.  Looking at a naked woman used to be sufficient.  Then watching two people have sex used to be sufficient.  Then watching three people having sex used to be sufficient.  Then watching a woman take a double facial used to be sufficient, and so on.  As a result, mainstream commercial porn has to keep moving in order to stay relevant.  Unlike the smaller studios, the big production houses all seem to follow the same trends, many of which are extreme and, at least in our opinion, really unsexy.  Don’t get me wrong, we’re very pro-kink and see nothing wrong with just about any sexual practice as long as it’s performed by consenting adults and then viewed by consenting adults.  We watch porn that features a variety of sex acts, from tribadism to fisting to facials to double penetration.  And we enjoy it, because the performers appear to be enjoying themselves.  That’s actually a huge factor in our enjoyment of porn.
One thing that doesn’t turn us on is degradation of women, an inexplicably growing trend in porn that we’d like to see killed with extreme prejudice.  While we’re not the sort to condemn artists for the effect their art may have on the public that consumes it, we do feel that the depiction of women as objects worthy of ridicule, humiliation, or abuse contributes to a culture that encourages not only wholesale misogyny but also victim-blaming.  Call us old-fashioned, call us prudes, but we don’t need nor do we want to see a woman shoved into a dog kennel and forced to eat Alpo out of a bowl.  Watching a woman wearing a toilet seat as a collar isn’t going to get us hot.  Watching a guy pull a woman’s mouth open as though he’s trying to give her lockjaw – what the fuck, unsexy and unimaginative porn producers?  What is the turn-on here, exactly?  And what the hell is up with all the fucking spitting?
We understand that some people, both men and women, like these things.  We also understand that rape is a popular fantasy among men and women alike.  We have no problem with consenting adults exploring this fantasy, nor do we have any issue with rape-themed pornography being produced to facilitate this exploration.  But it’s one thing to watch a professional porn star pretending to be scared for her safety as the two cops who pulled her over ask her to step out of the car.  It’s another thing altogether to watch a twenty-year-old let herself get poked, prodded, and fucked by several guys because she desperately needs money.  We’ll wager that she’s not acting, and that the fear in her eyes is genuine.  Now, we’ll grant you that she’s an adult, that the producers disclosed everything that would happen during her scene, and that she signed the contract anyway.  We’ll grant you that there are other ways to make a buck and this one probably wasn’t the right one for her.  Just don’t expect us to be turned on by the scenario.
Basically, the performers need to act like they want to be there or we won’t be into it.  Even if a scene features something that we consider a turn-off personally, healthy attitudes on the part of the performers will probably ensure that we’ll at least give it a look.  That’s why we prefer so-called “homemade” porn, often literally shot in someone’s home, featuring non-professionals and frequently not intended for distribution.  While a professional porn star may look like they’re having a great time, they’re getting paid to do so.
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Flash Fiction Friday: Spousal Privilege

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The young woman on the other side of the doorway was young and pretty.  She had jet-black hair, brown eyes, full lips that curved into a warm, outgoing smile, and full, round breasts barely hidden beneath a low-cut top.  They made their introductions and she stepped inside.
She took in her surroundings as he led her through the great room.  Charlie imagined that she’d never been inside a house like this.  She probably lived in a small apartment, maybe even a studio.  When you sleep in the same room as your refrigerator, anything seems luxurious by comparison.  He tried to consider the squalid space this young lady likely called home, but only for a moment because that’s all he could stand.
As they walked through the hall, she marveled at the art collection.  Charlie made a mental note to let her see the garage before she left.  He guessed she might be impressed by his first-generation Corvette convertibles in red, blue, and polo white, if not the 1929 Model A with the rumble seat.  He chuckled to consider that the car probably preceded his guest by sixty years.
They came to the drawing room, and Charlie offered his guest a seat on a custom-tailored Dutch leather armchair.  As she sat she demurely crossed her slender, stocking-clad legs, and he watched with great interest as her skirt rose up her hips.  At the wet bar he made himself an Irish coffee, and poured her a glass of gin with a splash of tonic just as she had requested.
He sat across from her on a sofa he purchased at auction for twenty or fifty thousand dollars – he confessed with some embarrassment that he couldn’t remember the amount – and which had once belonged to Andrew Carnegie.  She sipped her drink, then said, “So you aren’t going to touch me?”
Charlie shook his head.  “No, dear.  I’m not allowed.  I can watch, but I can’t touch.”  His wife, ever a dilettante, had decided to spend the entirety of her fifties engaged in pursuits that didn’t include him.  She’d explored an interest in tennis, golf, shuffleboard, painting, sculpting, horseback riding, synchronized swimming, and others too numerous to name.  She never spent more than six months on any one activity, and in fact usually spent far less.  She had recently mastered the zampoña, her interest piqued during her girls’ trip to Bolivia, and quickly moved on to ballroom dance.  At the moment she was enjoying a lesson with a handsome young instructor she met through the country club.  Although Margo’s lack of interest in their marriage certainly hurt him, Charlie couldn’t begrudge her this particular indulgence; not every woman had their own ballroom in which to dance, and there was no sense letting it go to waste.
She finished her drink and stood up.  “Shall we get started?”  Without waiting for a reply she doffed her top, revealing a black bra that followed it to the floor.  When she dropped her skirt, Charlie was pleased to find her completely bare underneath.  Leaving on her stockings and heels, she lay down on the floor, coming to rest supine.
Charlie watched her separate her soft pink petals with her fingers.  If this was the only compromise his wife could offer, he could live with it. (548/549)
Behind the Scenes
The most remarkable aspect of this week’s Flash Fiction Friday challenge is an enormous word limit of 549.  While this is much greater than the typical Flash Fiction Friday word limit, it is apparently not unusual for flash fiction to be as long as a thousand words.  Who knew?  I found the high limit somewhat freeing, as I was able to tell a longer and much more detailed story than I otherwise might.  However, as with a smaller word limit the max creeped up on me, and before I knew it I was at 500 words.  This may account for the somewhat abrupt ending.
I found this week’s guidelines somewhat challenging.  When I first viewed the prompt photo on Tuesday or Wednesday nothing came to mind.  When I revisited it shortly before I began writing on Thursday, I saw an elaborate backstory involving a marriage of convenience, or perhaps a couple for whom the spark is gone.  The wife has experienced some manner of mid-life crisis and lost interest in her husband.  Perhaps she was never interested in him in the first place.  It’s possible that she was only after his money, though admittedly this angle didn’t occur to me while I was writing.  Additionally I deliberately left Margo’s marital fidelity ambiguous; Charlie notes that her dance instructor is young and handsome, though there is no real reason to infer that she is having an affair.
The required phrase, “…ever a dilettante…” initially provided just as challenging.  I rarely use the term, which describes a person who takes up an art, activity, or subject for amusement or in a superficial fashion.  I sometimes get “dilettante” and “debutante” mixed up, and that didn’t help.  It didn’t take long to decide that Margo was the dilettante in question, though I had problems placing the phrase and briefly considered using a cheat, i.e. changing “ever a dilettante” to “…forever a dilettante…”, “…whenever a dilettante…”, or “…whatever a dilettante…”
Despite the word limit, there is very little detail on who Charlie is, exactly.  We know that he’s obscenely wealthy – his house has its own ballroom – but we have no idea whether he made his fortune or inherited it.  I decided that Charlie’s sofa once belonged to Andrew Carnegie because I considered that perhaps Charlie is a captain of industry and a philanthropist; Carnegie was both of these, and perhaps our protagonist has modeled his life after Carnegie’s.  Clearly he is content to obey his wife’s boundaries, refusing to touch the young girl who comes over to put on an erotic show.
Speaking of the young girl, she is also fairly one-dimensional.  We don’t know if she is a sex worker, or if there is some other quid pro quo that has brought her to Charlie’s palatial mansion for the purposes of exhibitionism.  I deliberately left her nameless in order to show that Charlie does not consider her a potential life partner or even a sex partner.  She is just there to fulfill a need of his and be on her way.
Deleted Scenes
I planned to mention that the young girl had responded to an ad placed by Charlie on a website such as Craigslist.  In the end I forgot and by then it was too late as I was one word short of the limit.  Ultimately I don’t think it matters; whether Charlie found her online or met her at a social function has little bearing if any on the story.  I also wanted to mention the piano visible in the background of the prompt photo.  Charlie would have noticed the girl eyeing it and asked whether she could play.  (“Do you play, dear?”)
Soundtrack
Pink Floyd’s 1973 hit Money might be a good choice while they walk through the house on the way to the drawing room.  If that’s perhaps too literal consider Pachelbel’s Canon in D, which I imagine Charlie might have playing throughout the house for ambience.  In the drawing room, however, I could see relaxing classical music giving way to something more bluesy and masculine, such as John Lee Hooker’s One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer; George Thoroughgood’s I Drink Alone, or I Can’t Stand It by Eric Clapton.

The Naughty Hangout: Horny Jill

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As next Wednesday is Halloween, the main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Costume/Mask”.  Here we see Jill’s devilish side come out to play.

Apologies for the lack of a mouse-over image this week.  My idea for the secondary theme “How I See Myself” (Jill standing in front of a mirror) didn’t work out thanks largely to my own lack of photographic talent.

-Jack

See who else is being naughty this week!

Wicked Wednesday: Just Relax

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Just sit back and let me do all the work.

My hands massage your thighs, each movement drawing ever closer to the bulge in the front of your jeans.  I feel it leap up in response as my fingers finally pass over it.  I enclose my hands around the denim, taking your cock within my grasp.  A moan escapes your lips and you fidget in your seat, enjoying my efforts but obviously hungry for more.

I unbuckle your belt, eager to claim my prize.  You throb with lusty anticipation as I unbutton your jeans, and as my fingers dance along your zipper I lick my lips.  I need a taste, but I’m enjoying the tease as well.  I kiss along your thighs and over your hardness, my mouth so close to all-encompassing pleasure and yet so far away.

I look up at you, holding your gaze with a wicked smile before drawing down your zipper and opening your pants as though unwrapping a present.  Your hardness strains at your shorts, desperate for its freedom, and at last I slip my hand into the cool cotton and pull it out.  It throbs in my grip, the head swollen and purple.

I admire my reward before opening my mouth and swallowing it whole.  I suck your cock for a few moments, listening to your rapid breathing.  It never takes you long to climax when I tease you this way, and today is no exception.  In a few moments you moan a warning, and before I know it your hot cum is bathing my tonsils.  I gulp down every last drop.

“I can’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon,” you say once you can speak again.

Retro HNT: Brand-new scarf

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“Brand-new scarf”, posted November 25, 2010

In 2010 we posted fifty-two consecutive 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.

TMI Tuesday: October 23, 2012 – Then & Now

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Thank you to the TMI Tuesday reader who submitted the following THEN AND NOW questions. He wanted to remain anonymous.
Jack’s Answers
1. What one part of your sex life today would most surprise the 17 year old you?
Probably the quality, and for that matter the quantity, of sex that I have.  At seventeen I was relatively new to sex, and while I enjoyed my early sexual experiences there was nothing particularly great about them.  Sure, having sex at seventeen was a pretty big ego boost, but it was fairly unimaginative in comparison.  Nothing against my girlfriend at the time, but it’s clear to me today that she was somewhat repressed and not very open to new experiences.  The sex we had was limited to missionary and cowgirl, and if memory serves she never gave me head.  In light of that, the thought of the oral sex I get from Jill on a regular basis – and for that matter just how much better sex can be than what I was experiencing at seventeen – would likely blow my teenaged mind.
2. What one thing might shock that younger you?
I’m inclined to repeat my answer to #1 here, but in the interest of coming up with something fairly original I’ll instead say my interest in exhibitionism.  I’ve always been a voyeur, obviously.  But being an exhibitionist doesn’t necessarily go hand in hand, and the amount of gratification I get from having sex in a public or semi-public setting, or on Skype, is something that not only could I not have foreseen when I was younger, but in fact I considered a turn-off.
3. What part of the younger you’s (not necessarily at age 17) sex life do you look back on with the most nostalgia?
I’m going to say the early stages of a new sexual relationship.  There’s something very exciting about the anticipation that precedes a first-time sexual encounter, and about seeing someone naked for the first time.  I’ll wager that most people feel the same way I do, and this is why I find monogamy such a spurious arrangement.
4. Is there anything in the younger you’s sexual ambitions or fantasies you have not yet fulfilled?
I don’t think so.  The most outlandish fantasy I harbored when I was younger was to have a threesome or some other manner of group sex, and I’ve had that.  I suppose that I fantasized about specific individuals, including not only people I knew personally but also celebrities; however I gave up on such fantasies many years ago, realizing that in many cases it was futile, and I find few things more unsatisfying than an impossible-to-fulfill fantasy.
Bonus:  Give your 17 year old self a piece of sexual advice.
Be honest with potential lovers about just how important sex is to you.  Don’t downplay your need for an exciting, varied sex life for fear of scaring them away.  If the truth about your sexuality scares them away, you’re better off.
Jill’s Answers
1. What one part of your sex life today would most surprise the 17 year old you?
Probably my exhibitionist side.  I was very shy at 17.  I never would have imagined that I would have sex in public, notably at a sex club in front of a wall of men with their cocks out, and enjoy every second.  I couldn’t have foreseen webcamming in front of strangers, or doing a striptease and masturbating in front of close friends.  But today these are all treasured memories, and for that matter things I would do again in a heartbeat given the opportunity.
2. What one thing might shock that younger you?
That I’ve had sex with women.  I don’t want to make it sound like I was a prude when I was younger, but while I’ve always considered women attractive I don’t think that having sex with one in the context of a threesome was something I was expecting to do.  Actually, scratch that.  The thing that would probably shock the younger me the most is the fact that I’ve allowed my husband to interact sexually with another woman during a threesome.  
3. What part of the younger you’s (not necessarily at age 17) sex life do you look back on with the most nostalgia?
Probably the early stages of a new relationship.  The first kiss, the first touch.  Sharing and exploring your sexuality with a new partner, finding your way around his body, learning his sexual likes and dislikes.  Learning his sexual responses.  Being explored for the first time.
4. Is there anything in the younger you’s sexual ambitions or fantasies you have not yet fulfilled?
No.  I have fulfilled most if not all of my younger fantasies.  Those sexual ambitions were very romantic and sweet.  My current fantasies are more about enjoying, and being enjoyed by, two guys at once.  That one still remains a deeply-held fantasy.
Bonus:  Give your 17 year old self a piece of sexual advice.
You are sexy!  Embrace it!  Don’t ever try to hide it.

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