This week’s theme “Orgasms” and the questions are brought to you by Naughty Tashamber.
Jill’s Answers
1 – Do you remember your first orgasm? How old were you? Tell us about it.
I don’t remember my first orgasm, but I do remember having a lot of orgasms at age sixteen. This is probably because it was the first year that I had a room to myself. Growing up in a large family with a lot of siblings, I had always shared a room up until that point. But at age sixteen I masturbated on a regular basis. I would usually lie in bed at night and read Penthouse Forum. I had found my brother’s collection in his room, and he never seemed to miss the one issue I stole. Or maybe he just didn’t want to tell our parents that he was missing an issue of Penthouse Forum. I would get comfortable in bed, slip off my panties, and touch myself as I read with one hand. The magazine was just the right size to hold with one hand while my other was free to slide in and out of my pussy or make wonderful little circles on my clit.
2 – What is your favorite way to orgasm? (Sex, g-spot/p-spot, oral, etc).
It depends on my mood. My favorite way to have an orgasm is probably with Jack’s mouth on my clit. If I want to cum quickly it’s Jack’s mouth and a vibrator on my clit. If I want to feel as if I might explode into a million pieces, it’s Jack’s fist hitting my G-spot. Guaranteed squirting orgasms!
3 – Are there any ways you want to experience an orgasm but haven’t yet? (oral, p-spot/g-spot, with or without a vibrator, squirt, etc).
I have had orgasms in all of the above ways. I’m pretty fortunate to have an open-minded partner who loves experimenting with different ways of making me cum. In fact, Jack was the first person to find my G-spot and make me squirt.
4 – Have you ever had an orgasm in your sleep?
Yes! I consider myself very lucky to have orgasms in my sleep pretty often. My dreams are often sexy to the point that I feel physical pleasure. I love waking up from an erotic dream to find myself soaking wet and my body convulsing with orgasm. It is so incredibly hot.
5 – What is the easiest/fastest way for you to have an orgasm?
The easiest/fastest way is a tie between being fisted, and having both Jack’s mouth and a vibrator on my pussy.
6 – How many times a week do you try to reach orgasm?
I try to orgasm at least once a day, so usually between seven and ten times a week. The orgasms can come from hurried masturbation in the shower or with a vibrator before bed, to long, hot, passionate lovemaking with Jack. Obviously I frequently have more than one orgasm each time, so I usually have more than seven or ten orgasms per week.
7 – Have you ever had an orgasm at the same time as your partner? Who normally cums first?
Yes, Jack and I sometimes experience simultaneous orgasm. Jack almost always makes sure I cum first, and sometimes it is at the expense of his own orgasm if the baby wakes up before we are done. And even when we cum simultaneously, it’s usually my third or fourth orgasm.
8 – Can you have multiples?
Yes I can! I have multiples frequently, usually when being fisted by Jack, or when using a vibrator. I love the fact that Jack can read my body so perfectly that he usually knows when I want to have another orgasm, as opposed to when I am overstimulated or spent.
As you may know, I find myself giving relationship advice to my friends and relatives (mostly friends) on a regular basis. Though not a daily occurrence, it’s rare that a couple weeks goes by without someone asking me to hear out their romantic or sexual situation, and more often than not a solicitation for advice is included.
I suppose it should trouble me that my friends occasionally pose to me questions about infidelity. Not because this is something that affects their romantic or sexual lives; I’m sure that my most of my friends, the unmarried ones especially, have had to deal with cheating at some point. No, it should trouble me because my friends apparently look at me and assume that (a) I’m a cheater; or (b) I don’t inspire faithfulness in my partners, and it is for one of these reasons that they think I’m an authority on the topic.
For the record, I’m not a serial philanderer. I have cheated on a partner exactly once, though I suspect that in my younger days I was cheated on much more often. I believe that, generally-speaking, if one person makes a monogamous commitment to another, one should honor it. I believe that we do ourselves a disservice by downplaying the importance of sex, especially before marriage, and while easier said than done, I believe that sexual compatibility should be assured before any commitment, monogamous or otherwise, is made. At the very least, it should be given as much forethought as, for instance, spiritual compatibility.
A longer, more in-depth review will follow, but for now be assured that I am very happy with my new toy!
-Jill
“If music be the food of love, play on.” – William Shakespeare (Competition Entry)
You post a LOT of blogs, how do you find the time?? Jack, are you a stay at home dad?
(Submitted by Pagan Princess*)
You’re absolutely right. The main reason why I am such a prolific blogger is because I do not punch a clock. The reality of being a stay-at-home Dad means that it’s relatively easy for me to write a blog post or two each day, usually with enough time left over to read and comment on blogs. Our daughter is two years old, and at times very independent. While my typical day is far from leisurely – stay-at-home parents don’t have the luxury of sick days or even lunch breaks – and the pressure to succeed at raising a child is far greater than the pressure I felt at any of the myriad jobs I held previously, it’s nice to know that I can sit at my laptop for an hour or two and give voice to my feelings on the current sociopolitical climate, relate an account of the hot sex we had the night before, or test out my new Lelo Tor cock ring without worrying that my supervisor is going to fire me for being at my desk with my cock out.
The typical day finds me waking anywhere between five o’clock and eight o’clock in the morning, depending usually on my daughter’s sleep schedule. On the days when I am able to sleep in, it’s because she is also sleeping in, and while I am pleased to have a bit of time to myself (a) I never use that time to shower, get dressed, and eat breakfast like a smart person would; and (b) it usually means that she won’t nap at all during the day. It’s hard to believe that, when she was new, she would nap at least twice a day. Anyway, the morning routine involves getting her washed, dressed, and fed, and somehow managing to sneak off for a shower. We don’t have a backyard, but there are a few parks within walking distance so when the weather cooperates that’s where we usually find ourselves. If I’m lucky she’ll take a nap on the way home, which means I usually have an hour or two of peace and quiet before Jill comes home. In the past I was a lot better at timing the baby’s naps for just before Jill arrived, which meant two hours of uninterrupted sex. Lately, though, there seems to be no pattern to her naps, and no predictability as to whether or not she takes one.
The blogging usually occurs in the morning while our daughter is playing or reading in her room, or distracted by a television show. It isn’t always easy to write with the television playing; if necessary I use noise-cancelling headphones and white noise to block out the repetition of the average children’s television show. Sometimes, however, I save the blogging for nighttime, typically when Jill is putting the baby to bed. During that time I am able to sit in silence and write without distraction.
It probably helps that I enjoy writing to begin with. I’ve been writing since I was around nine or ten years old. I write just about anything, though poetry isn’t my strong suit. It’s this love of writing, if not an aptitude for it, that makes it easy to blog every day. We are also motivated by a need to share openly, by our appreciation of this unique forum in which to discuss our enjoyment of sex without fear of judgment or ostracism. This is, in part, what keeps us going. We are proud of this blog, and while it takes a lot of effort to blog at this pace, it will be well worth it if it means having a record of our sex life to someday look back on.
This week, the three themes at The Naughty Hangout are “Leisure”, “Messy”, and “Solitude”. What you see below is me sitting on a patio chair on our balcony, enjoying a good book and a cup of coffee. On the rare occasion that I find myself with a half hour of leisure time and I want to be alone, this is where I go. And as for messy, as you can see from the picture the balcony is strewn with leaves, and even parts of the bedframe we broke during very vigorous sex last month.
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We posted a shot that was a bit similar for a TNH post in May. But one thing that this post has that that one lacked is a mouseover image. Be sure to check it out!
“You remember the time we met for drinks, back when I was still dating Vicky? We went to O’Neil’s, sat in the booth by the door and watched people playing pool all night. I drank Guinness, you had a martini.”
“So, oh-five, oh-six, then? I think so. You called me when you got out of class and I was just finishing my shift.”
“That’s the night I mean. I didn’t want to go back to an empty apartment.”
“Where was Miss Victoria that night, anyway?”
“Vegas for her best friend’s twenty-fifth birthday.”
“And out of every name in your cell phone you called the one person your girlfriend wouldn’t let you hang out with? You’re such a naughty boy.”
“No I’m not. Nothing happened.”
“You wanted it to, though.”
“Doesn’t matter what I wanted. I’m one-hunred percent faithful. Or I was, anyway.”
“You’d better still be, mister, if you know what’s good for you.”
“Well, to a different woman.”
“Damn right.”
“You looked really sexy that night.”
“You’d better believe I did. Nothing but the best for you.”
“And you say I’m the naughty one.”
“You are! You could have called Derek, Rodney, or any of the guys. You called me. You’re definitely the naughty one.”
“Yeah well, by the time we left the bar you were all over me.”
“Oh yeah. It was kind of a bummer to find out you could resist my charms.”
“Sorry. If it’s any consolation, it took everything I had.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re powerless to resist me now.”
“I sure am. But that night I thought I was going to lose my mind. Remember you were singing that Pussycat Dolls song after your fourth martini.”
“That’s right! I used to love that song! I haven’t heard it in years.”
“You were so drunk. Sloppy drunk.”
“And instead of kissing me all you kept saying was how it was a rip-off of…somebody.”
“Sir Mix-a-Lot. And it’s pretty much the same song. Same hook, similar lyrics.”
“And then I started singing – “
“Baby Got Back! That’s right!”
“I was shaking my ass right in your face. I wanted to give you a lapdance but I couldn’t find your lap.”
“I had to practically carry you out of there. I kept worrying that you were going to throw up in my car.”
“I didn’t!”
“Can you imagine me trying to explain to Vicky why my car smells like puke?”
“She would have kicked your ass.”
“I could’ve said it was one of the guys but she wouldn’t have believed me.”
“Imagine what she would have done if she came home early and found me sleeping on the couch.”
“Whatever she would’ve done, it wouldn’t have been half as bad as it would’ve been if she found you in our bed.”
“Whether or not you were in it!”
“She would’ve kicked both of our asses.”
“She wasn’t any fun. Not like me, anyway.”
“Not nearly as hot, either.”
“I’ll second that, lover.”
“So you remember that night, right?”
“Uh, hello! I told you I remember it.”
“Remember the skirt you were wearing?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Short, black leather, came down to just above your knees?”
“Yeah, I know the one. What about it?”
“You still have it? I want to see you in it sometime.”
