TMI Tuesday: July 24, 2012 – Let’s Go To Bed

Once again Virtualsin has provided us with TMI Tuesday questions.

The Cure – Let’s Go To Bed from Martin Zulić on Vimeo.

Jack’s Answers
1. What size (King, queen, full, twin)?
Queen, though it may as well be a twin on those nights when the baby finds her way into bed with us.

It’s kind of like this.

2. What mattress construction (conventional springs, air bed, water bed, Tempurpedic-type)
Whatever it is, I wish it was a little bit lower, because I’m not the tallest guy out there, and it’s very humiliating having to stand on a stack of phone books when I’ve got Jill bent over the bed and we’re doing doggy style.

3. What type furniture (just a frame, headboard/footboard, canopy, trundle, etc)? Describe.
It’s a race car!

Way more awesome than your bullshit California King.

4. If your bed has headboard/footboard or bedposts, have you ever been tied to them? Ever tied anyone to them? For what purpose? 
Though I have never tied anyone to the bedposts on our bed, I most certainly have been tied to them.  As I am not submissive (nor is Jill particularly dominant), it was not for sexual purposes.  On the contrary, it was for the purpose of exorcism.

For all the good it did anyone.

5. What kind of sheets (cotton, linen, silk, flannel)?
No love for rubber sheets?

6. What kind of blankets (cotton, wool, thermal, electric)?
Um…they’re white?

7. What’s on top (bedspread, duvet,…)?
Hopefully you.

8. What kind of pillow (down, foam, fiberfill)?
I use a couple fiberfill pillows.  I have an aversion to down; if I wanted to sleep with something that would repeatedly stab me in my sleep I would still be with my ex.  I’ve slept with two pillows since I was probably thirteen or fourteen; one would go under my head, while the other went under my arm in much the same way that one might place their arm around a lover while sleeping.  It actually fucked up my sleep habits for quite awhile, as not only could I not sleep properly with only one pillow, but also when sleeping with a woman I found that I had to raise my arm to a much higher angle then I was used to when putting it around her.

Bonus:  Fill in the blank and answer question.
If _____ comes over, will you let them fuck you on your bed? Yes or no.
Rick Santorum; no, although I know he wants to.

Jill’s Answers


1. What size (King, queen, full, twin)?
We have a queen bed.  I’d love to have a California King for those nights when the baby ends up sleeping in our bed.  Though a queen is nice for cuddling.

2. What mattress construction (conventional springs, air bed, water bed, Tempurpedic-type)
Pillowtop.  It’s got a nice fluffy cushion on top.  It may not be the biggest bed I’ve ever slept on, but it’s one of the softest.  Before we got married, Jack had a very nice queen bed.  It was very comfortable, but it didn’t have a pillowtop mattress, and when I moved in that thing went into the guest room.

As did all the rest of Jack’s things.

3. What type furniture (just a frame, headboard/footboard, canopy, trundle, etc)? Describe.
Right now it’s just a frame.  We had a headboard but during our last move we decided to get rid of it.  It didn’t attach to the frame correctly, and every time we had sex it would just bang against the wall.  Plus it didn’t have any slats or other means of attaching restraints.

4. If your bed has headboard/footboard or bedposts, have you ever been tied to them? Ever tied anyone to them? For what purpose? 
Our bed has no tie points of any kind.  However, when we stay at Jack’s parents’, we sometimes make use of the very distinctive headboard in their guest room.

5. What kind of sheets (cotton, linen, silk, flannel)?
Right now we have 800-thread count Egyptian cotton, which is really comfortable, especially when the weather is warm.  During winter, there is nothing like flannel to keep us warm.  Well, except for body heat!  We’ve never tried linen or silk, and satin sheets made us slide right off the bed.

I think Slip ‘N Slides are made from old satin sheets.

6. What kind of blankets (cotton, wool, thermal, electric)?
Our blankets are cotton.  Unlike our sheets, we generally use cotton blankets year-round, though depending on the weather we usually have anywhere between one and three separate blankets on the bed.

7. What’s on top (bedspread, duvet,…)?
A down comforter wrapped in a duvet to keep it clean.  It’s normally only on in wintertime, though.  In summer it’s usually discarded and left on the floor, or at the very least not on the bed when we’re sleeping.

8. What kind of pillow (down, foam, fiberfill)?
I have down pillows.  I love that they are malleable and can conform to the shape of my neck.  With other kinds of pillows I find that I sometimes wake up with a stiff neck.  We do have one Memoryfoam pillow, but usually Jack crams it under my ass when we’re fucking.

Bonus:  Fill in the blank and answer question.
If _____ comes over, will you let them fuck you on your bed? Yes or no.
my college roommate’s husband (who I wrote about here); yes, especially if I can suck Jack’s cock at the same time.

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Gift From an Ex

The following is a story an ex-girlfriend wrote for me years ago.  I had evidently saved it to my computer, as I recently found it in a text file on a CD.  I was hesitant about posting it to the blog; she wrote it for me and did not give any explicit permission about sharing it further.  On the other hand, the one proper name in the story has been changed to protect the innocent, and I have no contact with the individual who wrote it.  I think I’m in the clear on this.

Monica and I were at a club, hoping to pick up a couple hot guys.  We were both dressed sexy as usual, and it wasn’t long before we attracted some attention.  Two sexy guys approached us, and the four of us spent some time flirting before we went out onto the dance floor for awhile.  We did some bumping and grinding in front of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, to the delight of many onlookers.  Soon our moves had the attention of everyone else on the dance floor, and the rest of the crowd gathered around us and watched as our moves became more and more sexual.  As one of the guys rubbed up against me I could feel his erection pressing into me through his pants.  It really got me hot, and I pressed back.  He began to caress my tits through my top.  By this point I was soaking wet.

After a couple songs, we went to the bar where the guys bought us drinks.  While Monica and her guy stayed at the bar and talked, my guy took me to a booth.  Our conversation was short-lived and we started making out almost immediately. His hands snaked up into my top and under my bra, and he played with my nipples.  When I told him that I was wet, he wanted to see for himself.  But I went one better and I opened my jeans to let him have a feel.  In seconds, my pants and my panties were down at my ankles, he had three fingers inside my dripping pussy, and his tongue was down my throat.  He rubbed my aching clit with his thumb and I came in no time at all, and then I licked every drop of my juice off of his fingers.  That’s when I noticed that everyone in the bar was looking our way, including Monica and her guy.

The guys were really horny, and so were Monica and I.  We decided to continue the fun someplace more private.  My guy invited us back to his penthouse apartment and we eagerly accepted.  It was a long drive and Monica and I made out in the back seat while my guy did his best to concentrate on the road and not crash.  In the passenger seat, Monica’s guy watched and cheered us on as our play intensified.  He was a little disappointed when we arrived at the apartment and had to stop making out, but Monica and I assured him that we were not done yet.

We took a very long elevator ride up to the guy’s penthouse.  We hung out by the bar and he put some music on the stereo.  He made us all cocktails, and even though there was nothing on anyone’s minds but getting off, we continued to flirt a little.  Eventually Monica and I had the guys take a seat on the leather sofa.  As they sipped their drinks, we put on a show for them.  Dancing sensually in time to the music, we stripped down to our bra and panties, then crawled over to the couch where we gave the guys lapdances.  We writhed and gyrated against them, feeling their arousal through their pants.  Eventually I removed my bra, leaving just a tiny black thong.  My tits hung free, and I rubbed them up and down against my guy’s quickly-hardening package.  

It wasn’t long before my guy made it clear that he needed relief.  He opened up his pants, freeing the enormous hard cock that I enjoyed feeling on the dance floor.  His shaft was big and thick, and his head was purple.  I swallowed it whole.  He moaned in ecstasy as I sucked him deep, and licked him up and down.  I looked over to Monica and I saw that she had also lost her bra.  Her man’s cock was almost as big as mine, and as he titty-fucked her, she sucked him too.  I got back to the task at hand, enjoying the sounds of the two guys’ pleasure as I savored each lick.  

Monica’s guy came first.  He grunted and groaned as he shot his come right down her throat.  I heard her satisfied reaction to his orgasm, and I stopped what I am doing just long enough to watch her swallow his load.  She didn’t miss a drop.  Then I dove back down onto my guy’s cock and I finished him off.  While I sucked, he warned me that he was close, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.  Excited for his release, I leaned back and watched as he jerked off all over my face, showering me with warm white sweetness.  

I wanted to watch the guys get undressed, but Monica had other ideas.  She pulled me close and slowly licked my face clean.  Then she kissed me so that I could taste some of my guy’s come.  From there we moved into the bedroom.  Monica and I got on the bed so that we could enjoy each other’s bodies.  She lay down and I kissed her neck, then sucked her breasts.  I kissed down her belly, then let my tongue drift ever so close to the juicy lips of her pussy.  She sat up, and then got on all fours so that she and I were face to face.  We kissed passionately, our mouths open, our tongues batting together playfully.

Monica’s guy came up behind her and took her from behind.  She gasped as he entered her.  At the same time, I felt my guy come up and do the same to me.  He was so big!  He buried his cock all the way inside me and grabbed my shoulders as he began to fuck me.  Monica and I continued to kiss as they fucked us, and at the same time my guy reached around to play with my throbbing clit, giving me another very intense orgasm.

Monica pushed her guy down onto the bed and got on top of him, impaling herself on his impressive length.  Soaked in sweat, she rode him like a cowgirl on a wild stallion, bucking hard and fast as he pushed her ever closer to the edge of climax.  As my guy fucked me, I was entranced by the sight of Monica’s beautiful ass, undulating rhythmically.  When she came she moaned loudly, almost screaming with the pleasure of it all.  Her release was beautiful to behold.  

She collapsed on top of him, quivering silently.  I couldn’t help but lower my own hand to my clit.  My guy’s hand was still there.  Together, we moved our fingers in a circular motion, and I came again.  At the same time Monica climbed off of her guy’s still-hard cock and took him in her mouth, sucking voraciously.  She was focused on his orgasm, and I was so focused on watching that it took me by surprise when my guy announced that he was about to come.  His body tensed up, his hands tightening on my hips.  

Monica’s guy was coming too.  She took him all the way down her throat past her gag reflex, and swallowed all the come she could get.  Even with a huge cock in her mouth, she made hungry noises like a baby being fed.  It was at that moment that my guy started coming, filling my pussy until I was so full that I literally couldn’t take another drop.  He stayed inside me for a couple minutes, his throbbing hardness sending shockwaves through my entire being.  I felt sweat drip from his chest onto my back and down my ass as he leaned against me, his weight on my shoulders and my hips.  

My guy pulled his slowly-deflating cock out of my depths, and I felt his load drip out of my pussy and down my thigh.  Monica lay next to me and I kissed her, enjoying the taste of her guy’s cum on her lips and on her tongue.  I was still so horny.  She suggested that we take a shower together, and led me by the hand into the master bathroom.  A beautiful glass-enclosed marble shower stall took up one entire wall.  She turned on the hot water and pulled me in.  By this time the guys had walked in.  Monica asked them to join us but they were spent, and they just wanted to watch.  It was just as well, because I wanted her all to myself.

Monica braced herself against the shower wall and stuck her ass out.  The sight was a welcome invitation.  I slipped two fingers inside her, and then three.  All the while I was massaging her clit with my thumb.  She came in seconds, and then I dropped to my knees and devoured her ass and her pussy from behind, still fingering her clit.  She tasted like the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted.  While we played, the guys remained on the outside, slowly re-energizing thanks to our show.

When Monica had had enough, we got out and dried off.  In the bedroom we found the guys hard and ready, and they both wanted me.  Monica sat in a comfortable chair in the corner of the room, and masturbated while I dropped to my knees.  They held their cocks in front of my face as if presenting them for inspection.  I knew exactly what to do.  My mouth wasn’t big enough to fit both of those enormous things at once, so first I dropped down onto my guy’s cock, getting it nice and slick while I stroked the other guy with my hand.  I switched immediately, taking Monica’s guy’s cock down my throat and stroking my guy.  Then I switched back.  I took a few minutes this time, feeling my guy grow more and more turned on as I sucked him rapidly.  

I continued like this, sucking one and stroking the other, until they couldn’t take anymore.  It was a shame, because I hoped to make them both come on my tits.  But they had other plans.  My guy took me to the bed.  He lay down on his back and I got on top, feeling his thickness invade me.  His thrusts were powerful and I rode each one, my tits down low enough for him to suck as his cock pumped harder and harder into me from below.  We quickly found the perfect up-and-down rhythm, and I felt myself ascending.  

A sensation of coldness distracted me.  Something was being applied to my ass.  I recognized it immediately as lube.  Monica’s guy was behind me, rubbing it vigorously against my tight pink bud.  When I was good and lubed, he gently worked a couple fingers inside.  I had never felt anything like this before, and I wanted the feeling to continue.  I didn’t want him to stop, but I was disappointed when he pulled his fingers out of my asshole.  They were quickly replaced by his pulsing cock.  

The feeling was intense as he pushed his way inside me.  I had never been fucked in the ass and it was so intense that I started coming right away, one orgasm after the other.  Soon, I was squirting, my pussy drenching my guy where he lay.  A huge wet spot formed on the bed beneath him, but he didn’t miss a beat.  Meanwhile Monica’s guy held my tits, pulling me back toward him as he fucked my ass.  Both guys fucked me for longer than I ever thought I’d be able to stand it, filling me in ways I didn’t think were possible.  As one man buried his cock to its base, the other slowly withdrew.  When that one was deep inside me, then the other one was withdrawing.  They were fucking me in perfect sync, each movement wracking my body with thunderbolts of ecstasy.  

My chain of orgasms continued, each one more intense than the last one.  But soon the tightness of my holes was too much for them.  I could feel their cocks growing harder inside me, and they moaned together as they started to come.  Soon they sent load after hot load of come deep into my pussy and my asshole.  This almost sent me over the edge, and I fell against my guy’s firm, toned chest as Monica’s guy collapsed against me.

Their cocks were still dripping as they pulled out of me.  I rolled off of my guy and onto my back.  They brought their cocks up to my mouth, and this time I managed to cram both inside at the same time.  I licked and sucked every drop of cum from their shafts, then worked on keeping them hard.  I stroked them against my waiting mouth, hoping to make them come again.  

At the same time, I felt Monica’s tongue on me, cleaning my pussy.  When she was done there, she lifted my legs in her hands and lapped teasingly at the cum that leaked from my ass.  The feeling of her lips and tongue drove me wild, and I started stroking my clit as the guys beat their cocks up against my face.  We all climaxed together in a chorus of very satisfied moans.

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Filling you up
Learn the rope of knots: Square knot
Public tease
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Deal breakers
Deborah Sundahl’s Class & Female Ejaculation
How my pussy has changed
On Rejection
Outgrowing One-Nighters (At Least in Part)
The Good, the Bad, but Never the Ugly


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At the Campsite
Brutal Passion
Cold Hot Cold
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I'm a Bootlicker, and That's Okay
I'll Take Two Please!
In the Soft Morning Light
Lolita Twenty-Twelve
My orgasm
Parked
Preparation
Peter and Sophie on Holiday
Slow tease
Sodden Sheets
The Guide
The First Time Again
Week Night Sex

Formspring Friday: Cum Here

Guys, what’s your preferred spot to cum on the female body?  Or do you prefer to cum inside?  Ladies, where do you prefer to have him cum on you?
Jack’s Answer
Honestly, I’m just happy to be invited to the party.  I’m not so ungrateful that I would complain about filling a condom when what I really want is to pull out and shoot it on her face.  That being said, yes, I do have my preferences.  I love cumming in Jill’s mouth, and I’d say that I do so more than any other spot.  While some may interpret my tendency to ejaculate orally as an indication that I require the sort of acceptance that only a partner swallowing my cum can provide, the truth is that I just like the way it feels.  While some guys experience extreme sensitivity during or immediately following orgasm and prefer no direct stimulation at this time, I am the exact opposite.  I love direct stimulation pretty much all the time.  In fact, continued stimulation during my orgasm ensures that I won’t lose my erection and can immediately continue sexual activity, as I don’t have much of a refractory period following climax.
As I said, though, I’m far from picky.  In fact, if you tell me where you want me to cum, chances are that I’ll oblige with great enthusiasm.  If we’re doing doggy-style, you might like me to cum down your back or on your ass.  Missionary?  May I suggest on your abdomen?  If you’ve got nice tits, I’ll be glad to show my appreciation by cumming all over them.  And I certainly have nothing against facials; while they have been the subject of some controversy, I think they can be very sexy, provided that the recipient is into it.  If a facial is something you find degrading, I would prefer to put it somewhere else.  And although cumming inside isn’t something we do every time we have sex – or maybe because it isn’t – few things are more special, more intimate, to Jill and I.
Jill’s Answer
I don’t have one clear-cut favorite spot to receive a load of cum.  For me, the two most intimate, personal places for Jack to cum are in my mouth and in my pussy.  Both are equally intense, gratifying, and exciting, but in different ways.  I love the way Jack’s cock tastes, especially when he’s been inside me.  When he climaxes while fucking me I enjoy when he pulls out and cums in my mouth.  I get to taste his cock and my pussy, while he’s cumming down my throat.  That’s one of the hottest things ever.  On the other hand, when Jack cums inside my pussy, it’s a totally different sensation.  It’s simultaneously physically and emotionally exhilarating.  While Jack and I have no problem with emotional intimacy, I don’t know if I ever feel as close to him as I do when he’s filling me up like that.  Also, sometimes if I’m still horny after he gets off, I like to masturbate with his cum.
I also enjoy it when Jack cums on my tits or on my stomach.  Usually this happens after penetrative sex, as opposed to after oral when I generally swallow.  I love to watch him ejaculate, and it turns me on to rub his cum into my skin.  Sometimes after fucking me doggy style, Jack will cum on my ass.  I love how it feels when it drips down to my pussy.  Basically, I’ll take cum anywhere but in my hair or in my eyes.  Sometimes it really turns me on when Jack cums in my face.  It’s nasty and exciting and I get a charge out of doing something that the nuns at the Catholic Schools I attended growing up would probably find completely distasteful.  Just don’t get any in my eyes.  It burns.
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The Naughty Hangout: Want to Play?

This week, the main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Games”.  In March, we shared our love of board games in a post called Monopoly Monday.  We also enjoy Scrabble.

The square tiles fit the backup theme of “Square”.

Go see who else is being naughty this week!

-Jill

Wicked Wednesday: When I Was Sixteen

That Saturday found us at my uncle’s house on the lake.  It was warm, the heat of Indian Summer the perfect occasion for a day spent swimming in cool water, feeling tiny fish biting at our bare feet as we sloshed through waist-deep water, the surface slick with algae and soggy detritus as our toes dug into the muck below.  
I wore a simple pair of swim trunks, self-conscious not only about the coarse hair that covered my chest but also about what I was sure was the most ample belly she had ever seen.  She’d seen it before, of course, and didn’t seem to share my negative opinion.  In reality, I wasn’t particularly overweight.  But I wasn’t cut, either.  And when you’re sixteen and you don’t look like one of the jocks, you may as well be Jabba the Hutt.
She wore a modest one-piece bathing suit, light blue.  She didn’t need anything more revealing than that.  Even in a raincoat, she was a vision of chestnut-haired beauty.  Her scintillating brown eyes were hidden from view behind white plastic sunglasses that reflected my face in their lenses and reminded me just how out of my league she was.  In short, she was sexier than any woman I could have imagined I would ever call my girlfriend.
That summer, most of the Saturdays we spent together found us at that house.  Sometimes my uncle and aunt were there, and we’d go swimming, barbecue, and watch TV.  Other times they were gone, and we’d bring take-out, go swimming, and make out on the couch.  I liked her.  She was my first girlfriend, so maybe I even loved her.  My desire to lose my virginity to her was balanced to an extent by my need to be respectful, less of her than of her conservative Christian parents who thought I was a decent young man and approved of our relationship.
I wondered if their feelings about me would change if they knew some of the things we had done together.  Of late, our make-out sessions featured feel-ups, and on a couple occasions I was bold enough to suck her breasts.  I hadn’t yet ventured below the waist, though this was due primarily to her inability to give a clear signal, and not to my inability to read one.  Trust me on this.
I got out of the water first, my body already drying in the sun as I extended a hand out to help lift her onto the shore of the lake.  Her swimsuit clung to her steadfastly, her small, girlish breasts barely concealed beneath the material.  She took my hand in hers, and put the other on my hip to steady herself.  Her touch aroused me.  The rocks we stood on were hot, and we made haste up the hill to the house.
We hadn’t remembered towels until we were already in the water.  That was typical of us, all brash sixteen-year-old impetuousness with little if any forethought.  My aunt kept a half-dozen or more large towels folded in a convenient hall closet.  We knew they were there.  We could have gotten them beforehand, but we were so excited to swim that we just changed into our swimsuits and headed right for the water.  So impulsive.
On the other hand, I did have a condom with me.  Just one, of course; that would undoubtedly be sufficient for a first time roll in the proverbial hay.  I’d been carrying it in my wallet for a few months, since May if I had to guess.  And while I knew that a condom stored under such conditions would eventually degrade I had no idea when I was supposed to switch it out for another.  To include some sort of user’s guide to condom freshness, complete with timetable for switching one for another, would be an admission by the manufacturer that the product wouldn’t help you get laid.
I had little indication, of course, that today was to be the day the condom wrapper was finally broken.  Sure, I was hoping for some play, but beyond making out and feeling up, I had no expectations.  We had talked about sex, talked about eventually having it, but we had no time table.  It was 1992, and while we weren’t worried about changes to our relationship in the form of deepening emotional bonds or an alteration of the overall dynamic sometimes referred to as “getting weird”, we were very aware that sex came with repercussions.  We’d both had the perils of venereal disease and AIDS drummed into our heads in what passed for sex education in our respective high schools.  And while we were both virgins and understood that the chances of creating AIDS out of thin air were slim, the fear of being saddled with a baby before we were seventeen was very real.
The condom sat tucked in my wallet, right on the kitchen table with my keys, my sunglasses, and my Walkman.  It’s funny to consider how much less crap I carried around on a daily basis when I was sixteen compared to now.  We walked into the house through the sliding-glass door, and while she meandered in the kitchen, likely reading a comic strip my aunt had stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet, I headed to the hall closet where I fetched us some colorful bath towels.  
Mine was green, hers bright orange.  As I turned to offer it to her I was – what’s the correct word?  Delighted?  Dumbstruck?  I would guess that I was equal measures of both, as well as aroused, to find that she has already taken off her swimsuit.  I’d never seen her naked before, and while I wish I could say that I enjoyed the sort of long moment spent gazing at her body for the first time that you read about in romance novels, it didn’t happen.  And I didn’t sweep her off of her feet and carry her to bed, either.
No, I was far too excited by what stood before me to do much of anything, even speak.  She, on the other hand, had no problem speaking.
“Want to take a shower together?” she asked.  When my voice returned to me I answered in the affirmative.
I’ll spare you the awkward, unsexy details of that first encounter.  I’ll spare you the clumsiness that was the result of two naked, hormonally-driven teenagers covered in water and slippery soap.  I’ll spare you the details of our experimental explorations, and the comedy of errors that was first-time condom usage.  I’ll even spare you our embarrassment over the sounds we made as we came, and the specifics of what passed for pillow talk as we lay there enjoying a renewed connection while scared shitless about what this meant for our relationship.
Suffice it to say that it was our first incursion into a new arena.  And while it may not have been the zenith of what sex can be, indeed of what we hoped it would be – the earth didn’t move, there were no fireworks, we didn’t climax simultaneously – we understood that it might have been a lot worse.  There was no pain, no bloody mess, no mortifying premature ejaculation or loss of erection on my part or loss of wetness on  hers.  Most important of all, there was no baby.
I have no way of knowing whether our first time was as good for me as it was for her.  I have to assume that it was; she told me as much after we were finished.  And while I found it physically gratifying, there was something far more powerful psychologically about the experience.  I recall feeling confident, perhaps even worldly, as we locked up the house and left.  For the first time in a long time, I looked forward to sitting in my homeroom class that Monday.
-Jack

Picture prompt; no verbal prompt this week

Retro HNT: At the top of the stairs

“At the top of the stairs”, posted August 18, 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: July 17, 2012 – Daring

What are your 50 shades?

 
 
Jack’s Answers
1. I enjoy the idea that my partner wants to inflict pain on me that:
a. makes me curious
b. is titillating and sexually arousing
c. that leaves me screaming and/or crying because that’s the way I like it
Um, no.  As you have undoubtedly surmised if you read our blog regularly, we don’t really practice BDSM.  That is to say, we sometimes do things that involve light restraint and maybe an occasional spanking during doggy style (but typically not for its own sake) wherein I am the inflicter, not the recipient; however, actual pain that is identified as such is not our particular kink.  A similar question to this one to which I would have had a legitimate answer would be something like, “The idea that my partner wants to inflict pain on me (a) makes me want to break up with her and get a restraining order.”
2. Do you like being forced to dress or act in a way that is humiliating? If yes, please describe. If no, why not?
At the risk of damaging my kinky, non-vanilla rep, no I don’t.  Humiliation of any sort (i.e. whether I am giving or receiving) may be one of my few hard limits.  That is to say that while there are many things I don’t happen to get off on that I would try if it excited my partner, they are all pretty much the sort of thing that would leave my self-respect intact.  But being forced to wear a “Twilight” T-shirt (I assume that’s what the question is referring to)?  Oh, hell no.

3. Do you like seeing bruises, scars, or marks that were caused during sex on either you or your partner? What kind of marks?
Although we occasionally have the kind of sex that is so vigorous and energetic that it can be called “rough”, I have never deliberately left a mark on Jill, other than the occasional below-the-neckline hickey.  As I can’t imagine that it would be good for her teaching career, I tend to be overly cautious, especially when it comes to leaving obvious marks, i.e. marks that would be visible when clothed.  That is not to say that such marks are never left on her; once in awhile I’ll notice a mark on her body and remember that my kisses turned into bites the night before.  And while I am generally turned on to recall how excited I must have been, I tend to feel bad about it, like I’ve broken some unspoken rule.  I’m not sure why; she is obviously unharmed, and typically she isn’t even aware of the mark.
4. Would you like to be forced to do sexual things that you don’t necessarily like to do? Yes or No.
No, and it’s not just when it comes to sex that I am reluctant to be forced.  I typically dislike being forced to do anything that I wouldnt do of my own volition, be it changing a diaper, eating food that I don’t care for, washing laundry, or fucking in a position that doesn’t suit me.  Okay, maybe that’s a bad example as I’ve yet to discover or try a position to which I am unsuited.  The fact is that there are certain things in the sexual realm that I’ll probably never choose to do, and I certainly would not want to be forced to do them.
5. Do you want to be forced to watch your lover with someone else? Yes, No or It depends.
Hi.  Have you been reading my answers?  In particular #4?  The whole “forced” thing?  It’s not happening.  I’m not a cuckold, nor do I get off on the subjugation/humiliation factor.  So no, I don’t think that being forced to watch Jill with someone else is my cup of tea.  It is worth noting that I am not necessarily averse to the idea of watching her with someone else provided that it is consensual and that she enjoys herself.  But if I have to be forced, as stated in the question, the answer is going to be no.
6. What dirty (sometimes inappropriate) things do you like to say to your sexual partner?
Here’s where we divert from the theme of vanilla, close-minded squeamishness.  Both Jill and I are practiced, expert dirty-talkers, and have little if any reservations when it comes to saying things that could be considered inappropriate.  I’ve talked dirty to Jill in church.  We’ve had phone sex while she was at work (no students present, obviously).  I’ve brought up bedroom scenarios involving people who would probably be very shocked, if not offended, to be involved in such a fashion.  In other words, very little is off-limits.
Bonus: Finish this statement: I like being powerful in bed because __________ .
I am naturally dominant.
Jill’s Answers
1. I enjoy the idea that my partner wants to inflict pain on me that:
a. makes me curious
b. is titillating and sexually arousing
c. that leaves me screaming and/or crying because that’s the way I like it
B, is titillating and sexually arousing.  There are times when Jack pinches or sucks on my nipple so much that it hurts.  This is usually right before I have an orgasm.  I experience the same thing sometimes with direct pressure on my clit.  It drives me wild.  Also, I love it when Jack smacks my ass when he’s fucking me doggy style, and when he handcuffs me in an uncomfortable position.
2. Do you like being forced to dress or act in a way that is humiliating? If yes, please describe. If no, why not?
I don’t really care for humiliation play.  I don’t like being embarrassed in my everyday life, and it certainly doesn’t excite me to be embarrassed in a sexual fashion.  I much prefer to dress sexy, and it turns me on when Jack tells me exactly what he wants me to wear.
3. Do you like seeing bruises, scars, or marks that were caused during sex on either you or your partner? What kind of marks?
I do enjoy it when Jack or I suck or bite so hard that it leaves a mark.  To me, that’s sexy because it tells me that we were so turned on that we got a little carried away.  One of my favorite pictures of myself is one Jack took of me where I have matching bruises on each of my breasts.  So hot.  Sometimes Jack makes me cum so hard that I lose control and I accidentally leave scratch marks on him.
4. Would you like to be forced to do sexual things that you don’t necessarily like to do? Yes or No.
I don’t think I would like to be forced to do anything sexually.  For example, while I like rough sex, I am not interested in any sort of rape play.  I have definitely explored many new sexual experiences that are outside my previously-adhered-to comfort zone.  But I never felt forced in doing so.  I prefer to be encouraged and supported to try new things rather than being forced to do so.
5. Do you want to be forced to watch your lover with someone else? Yes, No or It depends.
I wouldn’t want to be forced to watch Jack have sex with someone else.  If and when we have others join us in the bedroom, ideally we would both be active participants, and if I were to just watch at any point, say if I need to take a breather, it would be with consent.
6. What dirty (sometimes inappropriate) things do you like to say to your sexual partner?
We occasionally include my sisters and my cousins, as well as one of my sisters-in-law, in our dirty fantasy talk.  That seems pretty inappropriate in the sense that my family would probably write us both off if they knew.  I also like to tell Jack, either verbally or via text message, the things that I would like to do to him, or have him do to me, during family gatherings.  We’re so naughty!
Bonus: Finish this statement: I like being powerful in bed because __________ .
It turns me on and makes me feel sexy.
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