Who says they can’t be sexy?
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written by Jill
The Naughty Hangout: Peace and Quiet
This week’s secondary theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Desire”. As the title indicates, what I desire more than anything right now is peace and quiet. My entire work day involves noisy children. When I get home in the afternoon, my daughter is so excited to see me that she doesn’t leave my side until bedtime. This has been a difficult, hectic school year, and I look forward to summer when I’ll have two months off. My daughter won’t be so clingy, and I won’t be so desperate for a little “me” time.
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| Yes, this is the same rocking chair featured in last week’s Sinful Sunday. |
This picture can also be seen as an interpretation of the primary theme, “Maturity”, because I’m forty.
Go see who else is being naughty this week!
-Jill
Mii Monday*
I try to work out once a day, usually first thing in the morning. My routine includes forty-five minutes of cardio on the treadmill or the stationary bike, followed by weights and situps. If I can’t make it to the gym, sometimes I’ll go for a run. But if I can’t work out at all in the morning, I use our Nintendo Wii after work.
-Jill
*A “Mii” is an avatar that represents the user in games like Wii Fit.
Sinful Sunday: One Chair, Three Orgasms
My rocking chair is one of the most relaxing things I’ve ever sat in. When I’m feeling aroused, I enjoy sitting in it and masturbating. The slow back-and-forth rocking, accompanied by the sensations of my fingers or a toy, lead to incredible orgasms. Since May is Masturbation Month, I thought I would share some of the fun I’ve had in this chair.
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| My purple rabbit |
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| My pink G-spot vibrator |
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| My blue waterproof vibrator |
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The Naughty Hangout: A Trip to the Park
Of the three themes at The Naughty Hangout this week, the one that most resonated with us was the primary theme, “Pastimes”. So many things came to mind, and obviously the first one was sex. However, we decided to tackle the theme with a different approach, one that you might not expect from us.
We talk about swinging a lot on our blog, but we’ve never meant it literally.
If you were expecting filth, we’re sorry for the tame pictures this week. You’re welcome to check out the last photo shoot we did at a park.
Go see who else is being naughty this week!
-Jill
Mouth Monday
Yes, that’s a clip shaped like a mouth, complete with teeth.
I really enjoy nipple stimulation, and I get a lot of pleasure out of having my nipples teased, sucked, and licked. Recently, however, I’ve discovered that I like it kind of rough. Well, that might not be totally accurate. I’m not a hundred percent sure that I like it rough, exactly, though I find certain types of aggressive stimulation exciting. Make no mistake, I’m not ready for nipple torture, or other kinds of extreme nipple play. I’m not sure that I ever will be. But I’m getting more and more used to squeezing, pinching, and biting. This isn’t something I found appealing when I was younger. Back then, it had to be gentle, all soft caresses and sweet kisses. But I’m not a porcelain doll. Manhandle me.
-Jill
Sinful Sunday: Breakfast in Bed
Today is Mother’s Day here in the United States. A common Mother’s Day tradition is breakfast in bed.
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| Why is Jack eating? It’s Mother’s day, not Father’s Day! |
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| That’s more like it! |
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| Delicious! |
To all the dedicated, selfless Moms out there who give of themselves all day, every day, we wish you a very Happy Mother’s Day! See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!
Last Night, Part 3
Read Part 1 here.
Read Part 2 here.
When I was able to move again, I rolled onto my side. Instinctively I tried to pull Jack in for a deep, passionate kiss. But I couldn’t because I was still bound, my wrists and my thumbs cuffed together by solid, unyielding metal. Seductively, I flicked my tongue at him and he leaned in, pressing his open mouth to mine. He placed his hand under my neck, supporting my tired muscles, and kissed me voraciously.
“It’s your turn,” I said after our lips had parted. I expected him to turn me all the way onto my back, straddle my chest, and throat-fuck me. Or better still, raise me onto my knees and, with my hands still restrained behind my back, loom over me while I sucked his cock. And while I was hungry for him, anticipating the familiar taste and the telltale throb of his member between my lips, I was very pleased when he instead turned me once again onto my stomach and raised my hips. I knew what was coming.
Jack’s hands were warm against my cheeks. He spread me open once again and I waited, face pressed into the bed, anticipating his next move. After several tense, breathless seconds he shifted his weight, and rather than feeling his expert probing tongue on my ass it was his steel-hard cock against the slick lips of my pussy. He didn’t make me wait long before plunging into me as deeply as I’d ever felt him, filling me completely. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet every powerful forward thrust.
I love it when Jack holds onto my hips while he rides me from behind. It’s exhilarating to feel his fingers against my flesh, his hands pulling me insistently onto him. Other times his hands find their way to my nipples or my clit, and although I do love that, when Jack is fucking me doggy style there’s one thing that I want his hands to do more than any other. When I felt him twist my hair around his fingers, I wondered if I was married to a mind reader. He pulled deftly, lifting my face up from the blankets in which it had been buried, and continued to pound.
I knew he was close when he began to huff breathlessly, and in seconds his sounds turned into intense moans of orgasm. As he flooded me with burst after burst of hot cum, Jack collapsed against my back. I felt gentle kisses on my neck, then my shoulders. I wanted to reciprocate but I still couldn’t move, partially because of his weight on top of me, and partially because of the restraints. At last Jack removed them, setting them down on his nightstand. My arms were tingly, not used to their newfound freedom. So he took me in his arms and we kissed, and then we went to sleep.
-Jill
The Naughty Hangout: Deflowered
For this week’s The Naughty Hangout, we decided to interpret the main theme, “Flowers”, as well as one of the backup themes, “Vanity”.
I love this skirt. It feels soft on my legs and my ass. It’s loose, and cool enough to wear on a warm night. It’s dark enough to wear someplace formal, but comfortable enough for lounging around the house.
Jack thinks it looks even better on our bedroom floor.
Go see who else is being naughty this week!
-Jill
Last Night, Part 2
Read Part 1 here.
When I got into bed, Jack produced a pair of handcuffs and thumbcuffs. Planning to use these in our Sinful Sunday shoot, he suggested I put on a black bra and a black thong, as they would contrast nicely with my skin and make for some visually interesting shots. After I did that, I got onto my knees, and he pulled my arms back, fastening the handcuffs around one wrist and then the other with a definitive ‘click’. I felt the familiar cold of the metal clamp tightly against my skin. It had been quite some time since I’d been bound in this manner.
Feeling the other cuffs close around my thumbs was a new sensation. They had been in Jack’s nightstand drawer for years, but we’d never used them. He clicked them into place until they pinched my thumbs. It was a strange feeling. Even if the handcuffs were removed, I would still be unable to move my arms until the thumbcuffs were taken off as well. He asked me to lower myself onto the bed with my ass in the air. But without the use of my hands I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t used to being so dependent on him, and it made me nervous. Per my request, Jack helped lower me onto the bed, my face coming to rest on a fuzzy light brown blanket.
As he began snapping pictures, feelings of claustrophobia came over me. I gasped for breath, more out of fear than out of any actual obstruction. I heard Jack speak reassuringly as he continued taking pictures, but after awhile I had to adjust my body onto one side just to convince myself that I could if the position got to be too much. Jack took a few pictures in the new position, and then gently set me down on my face again. I was much more comfortable now, knowing that I could move out of this position if it became necessary to do so. I didn’t have to move much, though. Jack was the one who climbed onto the bed, and then a nearby chair, in order to get the shots he wanted.
The photoshoot lasted an hour or so. Most of our photoshoots tend to last that long, yielding in some cases more than two hundred pictures. However, this was the first time that I spent an entire shoot so restrained. I was very relieved when Jack set the camera down, though he didn’t remove the cuffs. Instead, I felt him pull my thong aside. I gasped with anticipation. Would he finger my pussy? Slip his undoubtedly hard cock deep inside me? No, he had other plans. Just what those plans entailed became apparent when I felt his tongue. And not on my pussy, either.
He spread my ass wide, stroking with long, strong movements of his tongue. His fingers eventually found my clit, engorged and throbbing with need. As the palm of his hand cupped my pussy, Jack’s able fingers moved in a circular fashion, swirling around my erect, desperate bud. The rhythm of his hand matched that of his tongue, and it wasn’t long before I was lying in a puddle, slowly catching my breath and very satisfied.
-Jill
