Because it’s not always about sex with us.


-Jill

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

Tuesday, February 7

Even though my pussy was no longer tender, I got off with my toy again, rather than the showerhead.  It took me longer to climax, and I ran late for work, but I had a great day at least in part because of my orgasm.  I even had a nice little fantasy about a fellow blogger I flirted with the day before.  Sometimes the showerhead gets me off so quickly that I just don’t have the time to fantasize.  After I left, Jack got the baby up, dressed, and fed, and left her watching a little TV while he got off looking at sexy blogs and #tittytuesday pictures on Twitter.  He came again later that afternoon while the baby napped as well.  I know that it’s uncommon for Jack to masturbate more than once in a single day, and I’m always glad when he finds the time.  I’m gladder still when he texts me to tell me what he’s doing, or better yet, sends me a picture.

After the baby had gone to sleep, we started fooling around on the couch in the living room.  One of our daughter’s weird electronic toys kept making noise, so we moved into the bedroom where there are far fewer distractions.  Jack fingered my pussy while going down on me, and I came several times (one huge one, and then a few aftershocks).  I was totally relaxed and satisfied, so it was Jack’s turn.  I bent over the bed and he fucked me from behind, and then we climbed up on the bed to continue with doggy style.  I wanted Jack to cum on me, so we transitioned into missionary, and when he came he hopped up to his feet, stood over me, and stroked himself to completion.  Needless to say, a shower followed.

Later that night while I slept, Jack lay beside me and got himself off one more time.  I’m a pretty sound sleeper, especially when I’m exhausted, as I was on Tuesday.  In fact, the only reason I know he did this is that I found a picture of him doing it in my incoming texts when I woke on Wednesday morning.

Wednesday, February 8

I was off work today, so my morning was much more leisurely than it usually is, despite the fact that the baby was up really early.  I didn’t get off in the shower.  Instead, Jack and I had sex out on our balcony while the baby played and read books in her room.  We had almost ninety minutes to ourselves, so we started with Jack fingering me and then fucking me up against the balcony wall.  (It’s more of a deck, I guess.  There isn’t a railing or anything.  I’m honestly not sure what to call it.)  After I came I gave Jack head, but stopped before he came and he fucked me.  When he came he pulled out and I stroked his cock up against my tits.  So hot!

I started my day with another shower orgasm, this one with the showerhead.  Jack had two orgasms, both during the baby’s nap.  We were occupied with non-sexual things during the evening, and it wasn’t until around one AM that we actually had sex.  It was more or less a quickie, but we both came.  I had three orgasms from a combination of fingering, oral, and my Erosicillator.  Jack fucked me doggy style, and came in my mouth.  

Friday, February 10

We both got off in the shower this morning, albeit an hour or so apart.  Although we were heading out of town to visit Jack’s aunt and uncle, we managed a quickie as soon as I got home from work.  Unfortunately, the baby woke shortly after I walked in, and we put her in her playpen with some toys and books within reach, and cartoons on the television.  I’d given Jack a suggestion of what I wanted to do (“I’m going to get off while sucking your cock, then you’re going to explode down my throat”), and he didn’t object.  I used my Eroscillator, and I came shortly before Jack did.  When we were finished we took a shower, and I noticed that I’d left a pretty big hickey on Jack’s neck.  We ended up leaving about an hour and fifteen minutes later than we initially planned, but neither of us was complaining.

We never have sex under the covers.  Actually, I’m not sure if that’s true.  We’ve probably had sex under the covers, but it happens so seldom that we can probably say “never” and be guilty only of a slight exaggeration.  Actually, we’ve never really understood the practice of burying oneself under bedsheets and blankets in order to have sex.  It seems far too constrictive, it completely hampers our ability to see each other, and if it’s cold, chances are we’re generating enough body heat to forego the covers anyway.

This is not Jill in her ghost costume from last Halloween, but rather our interpretation of this week’s Sinful Sunday theme, “Underneath”.  Actually, our interpretation lies – where else? – underneath the image below.  Click and see!

This is a competition entry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Jack

Behind the Scenes:

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

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

Deleted Scenes:

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

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

Soundtrack:

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

If you’d like to take part in the fun, or see who else participated this week, check out Erotic Flash Fiction Friday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jerking off?” I ask.

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

“What do you think?”

“I think you are.”

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

“Are you playing?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

“You want my cum?” I ask.

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

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

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

“Do you have to go?” you ask.

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

-Jack

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

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

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

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


5. What is your usual bedtime? Why?

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


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

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

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

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

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