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Wet Dreams

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Last night I experienced two things that I had not experienced in a long time: I had a sex dream about a woman, and I had an orgasm in my sleep.

I dream about sex pretty often, probably more often than Jack does. Not every night, or even every week, but almost regularly. In fact, sex is the most common recurring theme among my dreams. These dreams always excite me, and I usually wake up incredibly aroused. When I lived alone I would wake from a particularly intense dream, my thighs sticky with arousal, and need to get off before I could go back to sleep.

Most of the time I dream about having sex with men, but I have had some exciting dreams involving women. Sometimes I am an active participant, intimately involved with the woman, and other times I dream about watching the other woman have sex with a man. Sometimes the man is Jack, or another man I am attracted to. If the woman is someone I know, the man might be her husband or significant other. Other times, the couple I am watching is faceless.

When I am making love to the woman, she is always somebody I know. Last night was no different. Although I don’t remember many details of the dream itself (other than what the woman and I were doing), when I woke up I was surprised by just how real it had seemed. I remembered feeling the woman’s body, her curves, her hardening nipples, her slippery wetness, just as vividly as though I had been touching her for real. Eventually I realized that I must have been touching my own body and dreaming that it was hers.

I know I was touching my own body, because the dream climaxed, literally, with her fondling me to orgasm. The next thing I knew I was sitting upright in bed, trembling as my heartbeat slowed. I was still very aroused. The room was dark, and I could hear Jack breathing nearby. Slowly I lay back down, grateful that my erotic episode hadn’t woken him.

As my head hit the pillow, I remember hoping that I could somehow re-join the dream already in progress. That was my last thought before falling asleep and dreaming about something unfortunately unsexy.

-Jill

A Little Quality Jill Time

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I slowly opened my eyes, aware of the soft, warm blanket underneath me. Reaching out as my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through the window, I realized that I was alone. The room was quiet, and outside the morning sky was a dull, depressing gray. It was still early, and I tried to go back to sleep.

As I got comfortable on the bed, my arm brushed my breast, and I liked the way it felt. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my nipple touching the palm of my hand. I caressed my breast, feeling my body grow warm with arousal. Still lying on my stomach, I felt the blankets bunched up between my legs and I undulated my hips so that their soft texture wafted against my thighs. I slid down the mattress a couple inches, bringing the bunched-up blankets ever closer to my opening.

I arched my back a little and let my hand travel down my body. I felt warmth against my fingertips as I reached my pussy. I began to move my body up and down against the blankets, riding them where they were gathered. My lips were swollen and full, wetness clinging to my hand as I touched myself. My clit sprang to life, hardening between my fingers as an electric charge shot through me. I trembled with pleasure, my legs lost in a tangle of fabric.

I raised myself onto my knees, holding myself open and sliding two fingers inside. I was juicy and slippery, and it felt amazing to touch myself this way. As I really got into it, I arched my back even higher, and imagined that I was a porn star in the hottest masturbation scene ever. I imagined an incredibly horny audience watching my scene on their televisions or their computers. The thought of exposing myself to them turned me on, and I rubbed and pinched my nipples, feeling myself getting even wetter as I did.

I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted to give my pretend audience a memorable performance first. I took my hands off of my body and turned over onto my back. I opened my legs as wide as I could, my feet as far from one another as they could possibly be. I pulled a blanket up, letting it rest between my spread legs and concealing my pussy from view. Covered my breasts teasingly with my hands, I smiled seductively as I imagined the hundreds of people watching my scene. I uncovered one breast, then the other, and played with my nipples again. For my audience, I was the center of attention, and the only thing that mattered to them was watching me.

Even though I had stopped playing, I was still very aroused. I turned toward my nightstand, considering which of my toys I wanted to use. Which one would excite my audience the most. As I opened the drawer, I changed my mind. I wasn’t going to take the easy way out.

I took the blanket in my hand and shaped it into a large bulging lump, then brought my legs together and held it in place between my thighs. I began to rhythmically raise and lower my ass, feeling waves of intense pleasure radiating through me as the blanket kissed my skin. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I headed directly for my clit, groping it desperately. As I did, my lower half continued bouncing up and down furiously, the blanket driving me to amazing heights. I moaned deeply, my body convulsing as pleasure washed over me. My moan became a passionate cry, and I was suddenly soaring high above the earth.

As soon as I realized that I was coming, my orgasm was over. It was much too quick, and I decided to have another.

-Jill

Sex and Sneezing

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Here’s a news story that I found very strange and surprising.

Here’s Looking Atchoo: Sneeze and Sex Could Be Linked

PARIS (AFP) – Women who suspect a man of having sex on the brain should listen out for a sneeze, as a pair of British doctors say that sneezing may be a sign of arousal.

In an unusual paper published on Friday in the prestigious Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine, Mahmood Bhutta and Harold Maxwell cite the case of an unnamed middle-aged patient who suffered uncontrollable fits of sneezing whenever he thought of sex.

Intrigued, the pair unearthed further evidence — although less robust — among anonymous Internet chat rooms, where 17 people of both sexes reported sneezing immediately upon thinking of sex and three others who said they sneezed after orgasm.

Bhutta, a specialist in ear, nose and throat medicine at the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford, said the phenomenon could be more widespread than thought and might even be inherited.

“It certainly seems odd, but I think this reflex demonstrates evolutionary relics in the wiring of a part of the nervous system called the autonomic nervous system,” Bhutta said.

“This is the part beyond our control, and which controls things like our heart rate and the amount of light let in by our pupils. Sometimes the signals in this system get crossed, and I think this may be why some people sneeze when they think about sex.”

Bhutta said there were only one or two references to the sex-and-sneezing link in published medical literature.

The most recent was a letter to the Journal of the American Medical Association in 1972 involving a 69-year-old men who complained of severe sneezing following orgasm.

But embarrassment or social inhibition may have prevented the topic from being aired, suggests Bhutta, who says further research could shed light.

“Uncontrollable fits of sneezing” may be a sign of arousal, but it’s also a sign that he’s got a cold, and may be contagious. Approach at your own risk, ladies!

All kidding aside, I have never experienced anything like this before. Has anyone ever noticed a connection between sex and sneezing, or is this another case of the medical community making foolish claims with regard to sex?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081219/od_afp/healthsexsneezingoffbeat_081219135030

-Jill

Head Games

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As promised, I gave Jack his long-awaited blowjob tonight. Also as promised, I wrote about it. The story that follows was written pretty much the way it happened, but I thought I would write it in present-tense. When Jack wrote his recent balcony story, I found the present-tense much more intense and immediate. I hope you find it bonerific. Well, those of you who have the potential for boners, anyway.

I step into the bedroom, wearing only a thin silk robe that hangs loosely from my body. You are already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I linger in the doorway and let you gaze at me for a minute before slowly dropping to my knees. Like a sexy cat, I crawl to you at a deliberate pace until I am kneeling right in front of you. I place my hands on your thighs and lean close so that I can nuzzle you. I feel you hard against the side of my face, and rub you against my cheek as I slowly and exquisitely tongue your balls. I lick my way up your shaft and then back down, then resume tonguing your balls while stroking you with my hand.

Your quickened breathing turns me on. After a few more tip-to-base licks, I devour you, taking you as far as I can. I suck you deeply, almost inhaling you. My hand chases my lips from your balls up to your head on each upward stroke, and then on the downward strokes my lips chase my hand. It’s not long before you’re moaning in sweet, intense pleasure. I don’t want to finish you off too quickly, of course. I slow down, licking you softly to maintain your arousal without pushing you too far. I can’t ignore my stirrage, and I reach into my nightstand for my rabbit.

For a moment my focus shifts away from you and I switch the toy on and touch it against myself. I’m already wet, and it slips inside me with ease as the tiny rabbit ears beat my clit with no mercy. I lean forward and kneel atop my rabbit as it thrusts up inside of me. I get back to work on you, at the same time bucking my hips up and down on the toy. While I ride it I suck and stroke your cock, intent on both of our orgasms. I come hard, choking back moans as I swallow your length deep into my throat, feeling myself gush with abandon as my floodgates open and drench my thighs, my feet, and my toy.

Now it’s your turn. My mouth tantalizes your frenulum and the underside of your head, while my hand quickly pumps your shaft. As your climax nears, your body tenses up, and I know this is going to be an orgasm you’ll never forget. You try to warn me of your impending ejaculation, though it’s understandably difficult for you to speak. Then you erupt like a geyser, and though I’ve been anxiously awaiting this moment all day, you still manage to surprise me with the sheer force and volume. Totally spent, you fall back on the bed to catch your breath.

I’m very happy when, minutes later, you come join me in the shower.

-Jill

Anticipation

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They say that good things come to those who wait. I don’t know if it’s true, but I do know that the longer you wait for something, the better it tends to be.

Last night, we had dinner with friends of ours. The conversation was consistently exciting, and frequently involved sex. Three bottles of wine made us frisky, and by the time our guests left, Jack and I were both horny. Enjoying a great buzz, we went to bed, hoping that the alcohol in our systems and our heightened arousal would make for fantastic sex. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Jack fell asleep first, and I followed.

Sometime during the night I heard Jack apologizing for his lack of energy. I remember telling him not to worry about it, although in my state of sobriety I doubt he could understand my slurring. When we woke up this morning we had a very clear goal: As soon as we were both home from work, we were going to have sex, with no alcohol allowed. I wasn’t about to repeat what happened last night!

Of course, things don’t always work out the way we plan them. I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, but there was an hour to kill between work and the appointment time, and I stopped home for a sample of the main course. Even giving him a blowjob would have been nice, and during my short drive home I thought naughty thoughts about freeing him from his pants and gobbling him up. Unfortunately Jack wasn’t expecting me until after the appointment, and he’d gone out.

Looking back on it, it was just as well. The deal was that we would have sex, meaning that we would take our time and really enjoy it. Even with an hour before my appointment, I would still be way too rushed in getting him off, and the last thing I would want to do is start something I don’t have the time to finish. Plus, at the very least I would need to brush my teeth and drive to my appointment. While that would give me maybe half an hour, or at the most forty minutes, to enjoy Jack’s cock, actually doing it would make me very wet and gushy indeed. I didn’t want to go to my appointment in that condition.

The anticipation of what (hopefully) awaited me at home made a routine appointment much more bearable. As I pulled up to our house I was pleased to find Jack’s car parked out front. I began to experience major stirrage as I imagined jumping my husband the second I walked into the house (a thought which had kept my mind occupied throughout the appointment). But his car wasn’t the only one parked there. Jack’s parents had stopped by for a visit. Now, my in-laws are wonderful people, but the less said about them in a sex blog, the better.

Walking into the house, I kissed my husband, said hello to his parents, and then went to our bedroom where I took a shower and (shhh…don’t tell Jack) got off with the hand-held showerhead. It was fun, but after I came I kind of wished I had waited until Jack had been there to share it with me.

When we had the house to ourselves, we did have sex, beginning with an amazing round of oral (Jack giving and myself the lucky receiver) that made up for the false start the night before. As I succumbed to one of many intense climaxes, I made a mental note to give him head before we were through. Despite the fact that it was almost nine o’clock by the time we got started, we had no shortage of energy. I’m sure that anticipation played some role in this, as we continued having sex for the better part of three hours, switching positions frequently. Jack amazed me with his stamina, pushing me further and further with each amazing orgasm he treated me to. And when it was his turn, I asked him to fill me up and he eagerly granted my request.

We kissed, the sort of raw, hungry kiss that begins sex for us much more often than it ends it. I realized with the slightest regret that I never did give Jack head. Oh well. Maybe that’s something we can write about tomorrow.

-Jill

A Trip to the Toy Store

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Saturday afternoon we found ourselves at Suzie’s Adult Superstore, where Jack bought my new toys last month. I’d never been there before, and as he turned into the parking lot I realized that I hadn’t been to an adult store in a long time. In fact, Good Vibrations was the only store we shopped at for years.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Good Vibrations. It’s exactly the kind of sex-positive store that should exist in every city in America, where women and men can go to browse or buy anything that turns them on, in a safe setting without fear of judgment. The staff is friendly, helpful, and eager to give advice to help the customer make the right choice on a toy, a video, or anything else they carry.

But sometimes Good Vibrations doesn’t do it for me. I do love the comfortable atmosphere, but it’s almost too clean for me. Sometimes that sort of sterile environment isn’t what I need to get turned on. Sometimes I want to shop at a store that’s a little bit naughtier, almost to the point of being sleazy, if that’s the right word.

The adult video store in the neighborhood where I grew up was much less comfortable than Good Vibrations. It was always sort of darkly lit, with porn movie posters hanging on the walls, and racks full of adult magazines and videos everywhere you looked. Inflatable sex dolls with gaping mouths hung from the ceiling. They had a back room with coin-operated video players, and probably glory holes too. Maybe it’s because I was raised in a Catholic household, but the forbidden nature of a store like this (moreso than Good Vibrations) added to their appeal.

It’s no wonder that I was pleasantly surprised by Suzie’s. The place is a nice happy medium between Good Vibrations and the much sleazier porn shop I remember walking into cautiously when I was younger. Suzie’s is a brightly-lit and well-stocked store, one that I can see Jack and I going into whenever we’re in need of a new adult product, or just looking to browse. Beyond a huge selection of toys, Suzie’s has an equally huge section of DVDs, all sorts of bondage gear from paddles to nipple clamps, and a cage large enough to hold a person. It costs just under $2,000, so start saving those pennies!

Like Good Vibrations, the sales staff at Suzie’s seems pleasant and knowledgeable. On his first visit, Jack got help picking out my toys from a salesgirl based on my likes and dislikes, and the toys I have owned in the past. Likewise on Saturday we started out browsing the vibrators, and it wasn’t long before a very helpful young lady came over to assist us, offering her opinions of some of the toys we were looking at. She said that she had used most, if not all, of the toys we were interested in, and although she might have been exaggerating to gain our confidence, both Jack and I found her candor sexy.

Jack mentioned that he’d recently bought me a couple new toys, and she complimented him on his choice, and me on my tastes. She asked if we were looking for something a little different, and led us to an adjacent rack to look at silicone dildos of all shapes, sizes and colors. She showed us one particularly large model with a suction cup on its base, and told us how fun it is to stick it to the floor and ride it, or to the headboard and back up on it. Even though they don’t vibrate, I think it would be hot to ride a dildo while giving Jack head. Maybe not as hot as riding my rabbit, but the fact that the dildo is actually shaped like a cock would be exciting.

Because it was my first time in the store, she gave us a quick tour and left us to continue browsing on our own. I found myself gazing at a showcase full of beautiful blown-glass dildos that I think I would be too scared to actually use. Jack gravitated toward a nearby shelf of adult board games and card games. He has been looking for something we can play with another couple or two in the event that we ever hold another porn and pizza party or something similar. Most of the games seemed to be designed for use by a single couple, but there was one he seemed interested in. I should have made a mental note of what it was.

Somehow, we left the store empty-handed. We hadn’t actually gone there to buy toys, since the last two Jack bought me are still doing the trick. But I did get a few ideas to add to my Christmas list.

Suzie’s is located at 5136 Auburn Blvd in Sacramento. They’re open 24 hours for late-night shopping trips. The “Parking in rear” sign is good for a laugh.

-Jill

Thanksgiving Weekend Sex (When Company’s Over)

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Friday, Jack’s old roommate stayed the night with us. This is the same guy who was staying over in our September 29th entry. He was passing through on the way home from Reno, where he’d spent Thanksgiving. He’s a really sweet guy, and he’s fun and handsome (but not as much as Jack). A few of my girlfriends think he’s hot, and at least one has slept with him.

We went out to dinner, and then we came home and watched a movie. When the movie ended, I excused myself to the bedroom. I got undressed and took a shower, and Jack came to join me. We washed each other, then kissed as the hot spray rinsed the soap from our bodies. We got out of the shower and dried off, and I asked Jack if our guest had gone to bed. Jack said yes. We got into bed, and I rolled over on top of Jack, holding his wrists down and pinning him.

We kissed some more, and I felt Jack’s fingers spreading me open. He caressed me for a moment, and when the kiss broke he slid down the bed, letting his mouth finish what his fingers started. Kneeling over him, I leaned against the headboard, which hit the bedroom wall noisily. Instinctively Jack tensed up. I giggled loudly at the noise, then caught myself, quieted down, and concentrated on what my husband was doing.

By the time I finally came, Jack had wiggled out from underneath me and was working on me from behind. It was better this way, because on all fours I had a pillow handy to muffle the sounds of my passion. When my climax passed, I rolled onto my back and took him inside me. As I pulled him close, I told him to fuck me. And not in a whisper, but at a normal volume. I’m sure he was surprised by my lack of discretion, but it didn’t hamper the mood at all.

His thrusts were soft at first, more out of a desire to keep quiet than in order to be gentle. But some of my most imaginative dirty talk inspired him to throw caution to the wind, and in a few minutes we were unconcerned with the sounds of the mattress, the headboard, or our own moans. I could feel myself close to another climax, and I knew Jack was too. My legs clasped around his back as my pussy clenched tightly on his cock, and I boldly announced my orgasm. We both came at once, and as he filled me, I couldn’t help but cry out.

Just like before, the possibility of being overheard was exciting, and the thought kept me aroused until after I had fallen asleep. This morning Jack was a little worried that we might have been too loud, but rather than making a quick exit, his roommate stayed two hours later than he planned to before getting back on the road. He even took us out to lunch. So if we kept him awake last night, he obviously wasn’t offended!

-Jill

Out of Order

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We got in at eleven o’clock last night after spending the evening at a party thrown by some friends of ours. We were surrounded by fun people, and I drank a few glasses of wine. Most people who know us pretty well are aware that having a couple glasses of wine makes me silly. Having a few glasses makes me horny.

The ride home was long, and more than once Jack and I joked about finding an out-of-the-way place to pull over and have sex in the car. We’ve done it before, of course, although usually closer to home. It’s been quite awhile since we’ve done that, and we both love the possibility of discovery. We’re freaks, we know, it’s nothing new.

As we pulled into our driveway, we were both glad we hadn’t actually stopped anywhere. The prospect of having rushed sex while half-dressed in the cramped backseat of a car somehow didn’t seem quite as erotic as being able to spend an hour or more comfortably lying naked on warm flannel sheets and a soft mattress.

We walked into the house, and I set my purse down on the floor. When Jack shut the front door, I took him by surprise, pushing him up against it. I rubbed him forcefully through his jeans, aroused to see just how ready he was. I could feel myself growing hotter and hotter until I finally unhitched his jeans, sliding them and his shorts to the floor.

Freed from his pants, Jack sprang to life. As I dropped slowly to my knees I gathered up my skirt around my waist, revealing a sexy pair of panties. I felt the cold tile of the entryway floor stinging at my legs as I settled down to take him into my mouth. I braced myself against the floor with one hand and arched my back a little, sticking my ass out, and imagined the sight a nonexistent audience might be enjoying as my head bobbed up and down on Jack’s cock.

My lips and tongue left little wet trails along him, trails that my hand quickly followed. His pleasure was evident by his lustful moans, and I continued doing exactly what I was doing. In fact, I did it faster, more passionately, knowing that eventually my efforts would certainly lead to his orgasm. Actually, I was counting on it.

I felt him throb in my hand and took my mouth off of him. “I want your come,” I said in a breathy whisper. I wasn’t trying to sound sexy, so if I did it was effortless. Jack loves it when I talk dirty, and I’m sure that hearing my words so close to the height of his sexual plateau didn’t hurt. I worked my mouth up and down the underside of his cock, paying special attention to his frenulum, and soon I could tell he was right on the verge.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder reassuringly and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft, feeling him come but sadly tasting nothing. When his climax subsided I continued to play him like a flute, especially the oh-so-sensitive frenulum. His continued moans excited me, and made me wish he would come again. He stayed nice and hard, and once I had cleaned him off we went into the bedroom, shedding clothing along the way.

It was my turn. Jack set me down on the bed and began kissing me all over, starting with my forehead. He kissed his way down to my chin, along my neck and over my shoulders, before grazing on my breasts for a very long time. As though he could sense when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he continued down my body, kissing each thigh, making his way to each foot and then back up again.

I got lost in the moment, in the feeling of what Jack was doing to me, and at first I didn’t even realize that he was going down on me. But before I knew it he was eating me like a ripe, juicy apple, and delicately massaging my thighs. As I felt the first stirrings of release, he was inside me, filling me completely, and that’s all it took.

We held each other for a long while, our bodies warm under the covers before he got up and turned out the lights. I thought briefly about how exciting it was to be the last one: Usually I come first. I like that, because then I can concentrate totally on my husband’s pleasure, and it’s wonderful not to have to get off “for him”, if that makes any sense. But once he came, knowing it was my turn, and that I would be utterly satisfied when I fell asleep, was amazing.

-Jill