when/where/how did you two meet? How long have you been together in total? And do you think you want to add another little one to the family at some point or another? 

(Submitted by Pagan Princess)

We met through a well-known online dating service.  We were both at a place in our respective lives wherein we were looking for, or at least open to, a serious relationship, had little time to seek one out, and ended up getting very lucky.  We’d been skeptical of online dating, but each knew people who had positive experiences with it.  After some time spent dating others casually – or just hooking up – Jill took a liking to my profile picture which, I’m almost ashamed to say, was nearly six years old.  She dropped a line, I replied, and the rest is history.

We’ve been together eight years, and married for five.  We fell for each other quickly, impulsively, the way lovestruck teenagers do.  It felt so right that we just threw caution to the wind.  It still feels right, moreso with each passing day.  A year into the relationship I was already planning on proposing but I decided to wait another year, in part because a close relative of mine had gotten engaged around the same time and I didn’t want to appear to be riding his coattails.  Being a gentleman, I discussed it with Jill’s father almost a year before I proposed, and he told no one of my plans.  I ultimately proposed to Jill during a fairly casual dinner date.  She was totally unaware that it was coming, and later told me that her heart was beating so thundrously that she didn’t hear a single word I said.

As regular readers of this blog are undoubtedly aware, we have one child.  We would like to have another; Jill comes from a large family, and like her brothers and sisters she is a firm believer that children should have siblings on whom they can rely throughout life.  On the other hand, I am an only child and I turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.  While Jill and I are certainly interested in having another child, for various logistical reasons including money, space, and time – Jill is currently forty-one – we aren’t certain that we will.  If there are no additional children in our future, we will consider ourselves lucky to have the family that we do.

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This week, the main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “On the Shelf”.  Seen below are just a few of the books that comprise our sexy bookcase, loaded with erotica, sex ed textbooks, and other naughty volumes.

We decided to also include a picture representing “Found Objects”, one of this week’s alternate themes.  Mouse over the above image to see what we found in our kitchen and repurposed for bedroom play.

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The bedroom is dark and silent.  The only sounds are the breaths we take, our hearts beating in unison against the still of the night.  I can feel sweat on your body as we lie intertwined, our arms and legs tangled together.  For a moment we are motionless, enjoying the bliss of this moment.  Then your lips find my own and we share a single, gentle kiss before drifting off to sleep.

I know you’re leaving before the sun comes up, and my dreams are jarring and fitful.  I wake and you’re gone, every remnant of your presence vanished without a trace.  Next you tell me that you’re staying another day, only to disappear into thin air right in the middle of breakfast.  Then you leave without saying goodbye, and when my pained sobs have awakened us both I am relieved to find that you’re still beside me in my bed.  You take me in your arms and tell me everything’s all right, then kiss me until I am asleep.

You’re drying off after a shower when the bathroom light wakes me at four-thirty.  Your lean, muscular body is bathed in the soft white glow of the ceiling lamp.  The sadness of your impending departure is tempered by excitement, and I find myself wishing I had the energy to take you one more time.  I must settle for watching you dress, and once you’ve finished you sit on the edge of the bed beside me.  Words of love are exchanged, and then you kiss me good bye.  I remind myself not to cry as I watch you throw your bag over your shoulder and walk out of the bedroom.

I swallow hard as I hear the door shut.  My eyes feel red.  Instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, I move to the window and look down at the snow-covered street below.  Your car sits under a street light at the end of my block.  In a moment you walk into view, and I watch as you cross the street and unlock the car.  At the last instant before you’re gone from my sight, I blow you one last kiss.

-Jill

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.

Thank you to Erotic Adventures in Brisneyland for the theme of this week’s TMI Tuesday.

After a very busy week, and a weekend that has thusfar proven almost equally so, this is all we want to do.

Jill’s Answer

My favorite place to be touched is my pussy.  Specifically, I love to have my clit played with, and my G-spot as well.  If I could have both touched at the same time I would be really happy.  Of course, that’s probably the most obvious answer I could have given, so instead I’ll go with my thighs.  They’re very sensitive, and I love having them caressed while masturbating or receiving oral sex.  It intensifies the pleasure to the point that orgasm is never far off.

My favorite place to touch my partner is, of course, his cock.  There is nothing more erotic to me, and for that matter more powerful, than holding a hard, throbbing erection in my hand, examining it with my eyes, giving a few strokes and perhaps coaxing out a drop or two of pre-cum, and then dropping my mouth onto it.  I love giving pleasure, and this is probably my favorite way to do it.  However, in the interest of giving a less-obvious answer I’ll say shoulders.  There’s something about a guy with strong, sexy shoulders, and for that matter chest and arms, that gets me wet.

If we are talking about a female partner, my favorite place to touch is probably her breasts.  Make no mistake, I love touching a woman’s pussy.  I love the way she feels on my fingers, and the way she feels and tastes on my tongue.  I love making her orgasm.  But I am obsessed with breasts.  I do enjoy eating pussy, but the playful tease that goes along with kissing, touching, and sucking breasts is somehow an even bigger turn-on for me.

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The single theme at The Naughty Hangout this week is “Your Favorite Thing/Team”. Last Sunday we watched the Forty-Niners massacre the Buffalo Bills, while on Wednesday the Giants beat the Cincinnati Reds, thereby avoiding elimination from the playoffs. We are nothing if not loyal fans of our local teams. Here we see Jill showing her team spirit with a Niners baseball cap and a sexy red bra.
 

Mouse over the image to see Jill doing the same for the Giants.

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Betty was nine years old the first time she saw the film.  Soccer practice was rained out and she found herself home after school.  Her parents were still at work, and rather than starting her homework she ventured into the sitting room where her grandmother was watching a worn-out VHS tape on her sixteen-inch television.  She sat at the old woman’s feet, wishing she could watch Nickelodeon instead.  But once she saw Bogart she was smitten.  And once she saw Bacall, she wanted to be her.

It was her grandmother’s favorite movie, and Lauren Bacall was her favorite movie star.  In time, Betty came to love her as well, but To Have and Have Not remained her favorite film of Bacall’s entire body of work.  When she was twelve years old she had her first kiss, with a boy she imagined was Bogart’s tough, sardonic Harry Morgan.  Trying to appear worldly and mature beyond her years, she gave him Bacall’s iconic line but he just laughed in her face.  He still kissed her, of course, but his cold dismissal really turned her off.  A week later she had moved on to another boy, and then another, all in search of her leading man.

She met him in a bar in the theater district.  They sat in a darkened booth, talking over gin.  She spent the first ten minutes of their chat bringing to Rick’s attention the fact that he had the same name as Humphrey Bogart’s character in Casablanca and what’s more, that they had met at the Café Paris was obviously a sign because Bogart’s Rick owned the Café Américain.  Of course, she was quick to point out that Casablanca was only her fourth-favorite Bogart film after The African Queen, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, and of course, To Have and Have Not.

After another round, he asked Betty if she wanted to leave with him.  They had barely left the bar before her lips found his, and as their mouths pressed together she silently rebuked herself for not trying out the line on him.    His hands found her breasts, barely hidden within a silk blouse, and caressed them for all he was worth.  She reciprocated by dragging the heel of her hand down his chest to where his legs met.  He was aroused – so was she, of course, but his arousal was much more obvious – and she began to fumble at his belt.

They ducked into an alley where she opened his jeans.  His cock sprang free, thick and heavy in her grasp, and though she couldn’t see much of it in the darkness she imagined that it was beautiful.

“You know what to do,” he said as she sank to her knes.  “Just put your lips together and whistle.”

Her mouth enveloped his cock and she felt the head at the back of her throat.  As she began to suck, she realized that while she’d long heard the word “whistle” and thought “blow”, she’d never heard the word “blowjob” and thought “whistle”.