Wicked Wednesday: Room 172

The chain that once held the iron gate shut tight now hung limp and lifeless, rusty broken links scattered on the cement below.  He shoved the gate, surprised at just how weak and brittle it felt against his hands.  It creaked open slowly, and he pulled her inside.
The grounds beyond the gate were a mess of unruly weeds.  Ancient trees loomed overhead, unrestrained branches casting a pall of darkness that seemed foreboding even in daylight.  The narrow footpath – or rather the portion that wasn’t covered by weeds – was speckled by fuzzy green moss that seemed to be spreading the further they walked.
“Jimmy, I wanna do it in one of the cells.  You think we can?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said.  “We’ll do it in all of them.”
The footpath twisted and turned through a jungle of overgrown crabgrass and foxtails.  The path led them to the main house, a dark and lifeless edifice dating back almost two hundred years.  The facade loomed over them as they approached, long shadows staring at them through broken windows.  
Crumbling brick and tiny bits of glass crunched beneath their feet as they walked up the staircase.  There was no door; the entryway was dark, cavernous.  They stood there for a moment, staring inside.
“You ain’t gonna chicken out, are ya?” she asked him.
“No way,” he said, though his voice was shaky.  His nerves stood in stark contrast against her fearlessness as she stepped inside, her jacket already off and cast to the floor before she’d crossed the entryway.  As she took off her T-shirt she broke into a run, by this time almost out of sight.  As she turned the first corner he gave chase, doing his best to ignore the nagging voice in his head, the one telling him that they shouldn’t be there, that he was afraid, that it could be dangerous.
He raced after her, encountering discarded clothing strewn about the gloomy corridor.  By the time he caught up to her a tiny pair of pink panties was all that kept her from nakedness.  His heart pounded now, less from the physical exertion and more from his own pervading sense of dread.
“You’re a lot less naked than I am,” she said, and pulled him close.  They kissed hungrily, demonstratively, his hands groping her body before sliding beneath the waistband of her panties and sliding them down to her calves.  She reached down to help, stepping out of them and leaving them forgotten on the floor.
She untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head.  Then she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans while he used his feet to take off his shoes.  They continued to kiss after both were naked, their hands roaming over the other’s body until they could stand it no longer.
“You want to go into one of the rooms?” he asked.
“One of the cells?” she clarified.  “Hell yeah!”  She walked further down the hall, her slender body moving gracefully until she stopped at the last door, and opened it.  Room 172.  My old room.
That’s where I found them.
-Jack

Picture prompt; no verbal prompt this week
Source: pxleyes.com

Wicked Wednesday

Retro HNT: Give a little squeeze

“Give a little squeeze”, posted August 5, 2010

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.

TMI Tuesday: July 3, 2012 – Rehash

Courtesy of PJ Perez

This week’s questions are republished from November 23, 2010.  Prior to that, they were posted at the original TMI Tuesday blog on September 14, 2009.  We answered them then, and we are well aware that we could simply phone it in this week.  But for the sake of documenting our personal growth – or lack thereof – we are going to answer them all again.

Jack’s Answers

1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening?
This is the third time we’ve answered this question.  While we missed it in 2010, we answered it in 2009, along with the rest of this week’s questions; and again in March of this year when it was included in a “best-of” TMI Tuesday questions list.  Rather than going off on a snarky rant about how Sunday Stealing used to be the repetitive meme, I think I’ll skip this question, as nothing has changed in the last four months.

2. Have you ever streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
In 2009, I made reference to an incident in which I was hot tubbing with a small group of friends, and found myself without a towel, or my swimming trunks.  When it came time to get out of the hot tub, rather than worry about my lack of coverage, I just got out and hunted down a towel.  Since 2009, I’ve been partially or totally naked at a sex club, and on a beach on Christmas Eve.

3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
My 2009 answer was:

Yes. In my early twenties I would occasionally go out with one person on Friday night and a different person on Saturday night. Didn’t happen every week, by any means; I was never that kind of guy. But that handful of times, I felt like a pimp.

In 2012, that’s still true.  I haven’t dated since 2009.

4. What is the most “romantic” you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
In 2009, I stated that the farthest things had ever gone in a movie theater was manual stimulation.  What better venue for an illicit handjob than a darkened movie theater.  I’ve also done some fingering in a movie theater, though hitherto never to Jill.  And if it’s not Jill, what’s the point?  However, as depicted in a recent Wicked Wednesday post, several months after the original answer was posted I went quite a bit farther than I ever had.  Jill gave me head (not to climax), and I fingered her (to climax).  
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
In 2009, I said, “Oh yeah! In fact, earlier this summer Jill and I performed for a male friend of ours, after about two years of him beating around the bush about it.”  While the incident described in my original answer made for a pretty exciting experience, I’ve always been more interested in having a woman watch than a guy, presumably because I’m attracted to women.  However, since 2009 we’ve been watched by our friend M, although strictly speaking she wasn’t exactly a non-participant; she just wasn’t doing anything with us right at that moment.  We’ve also had same-room sex with another couple.  I’m not sure if this counts, as while the other couple wasn’t participating with us, they were technically still participating.
Jill’s Answers
1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening?
My original answer, which I reaffirmed in March, still holds true.  I have slept in the same bed as a member of the opposite sex without anything out of the ordinary occurring, though not lately.
2. Have you ever streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
Jack says that my new answer to this question earns me the “Most Changed” award.  In 2009 I said, “although I fantasize about attending sex clubs, having sex in public, and other scenarios of this type, in reality I have self-esteem issues which inhibit me from prancing around naked. Don’t get me wrong – I wish I didn’t have these inhibitions.”  Since then, I have attended a sex club where I partially exposed myself and had sex with Jack in front of a crowd.  I have also been completely naked on a clothing optional beach.
3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
My 2009 answer was, “I’m pretty sure I never did this. In the past I only dated one guy at a time.”  It’s still true.  If we ever start dating other people again, I’ll be sure to adjust my answer.
4. What is the most “romantic” you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
I said in 2009 that while I’d done my share of fooling around in a car at a drive-in, I hadn’t done anything too daring in a movie theater.  “Of the men I have been involved with, Jack is probably the only one who would’ve been inclined to go beyond making out at a movie theater, and he’s probably too afraid of arrest to try it now.”  Turns out I was wrong!  When I was pregnant with our daughter, I gave Jack a blowjob (and he fingered my pussy) in an otherwise empty theater.  I don’t know if we were thinking of it as our “last hurrah” before the responsibilities of parenthood began, but it was really hot, and the risk of being caught in the act provided a huge thrill.  This incident is the basis for a recent Wicked Wednesday post.
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
As I said the first time, I once fooled around with a guy on the beach.  We didn’t actually have penetrative sex, but we were for all intents and purposes naked.  People were walking by, and though I don’t remember for certain, I can’t imagine that a few passersby didn’t stop to gawk at us.  Also, I once had sex with a guy I was dating while his roommate watched.  I’m not sure if he qualifies as “non-participating” since he was masturbating.
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Blogging on Vacation

This is not a picture of me.  Sorry, ladies.

If you follow our Twitter accounts, you may have noticed from our tweets that we were on vacation last week.  We didn’t go anywhere exotic or out of the ordinary, but we had fun swimming, lying on a beach in the sun, roasting marshmallows, relaxing, and having lots of sex.

You may not have realized it, but we took a week off of blogging as well.  All of our posts from Sunday, June 24th until Thursday, June 28th were written and scheduled for publication well in advance.  We auto-post as much as possible during the week, in some cases just an hour or two before the typical post’s midnight publication time, but in this case it was out of necessity as we were unsure as to whether or not we’d have an internet connection while on our trip.  As it turns out, we had wi-fi most of the time, and that allowed us to keep up with the blogs we follow as well as monitor and approve comments on our own blog.

It was wonderful to have so many of our posts written, auto-posted, and more or less out of mind so far in advance.  This would have been impossible without the cooperation of meme-keepers like Hedone and sub_Rebel, who gave us an early look at the week’s TMI Tuesday questions and Wicked Wednesday prompt, respectively.  In getting the week’s blogging out of the way early, we were able to concentrate on relaxing, without spending the a significant amount of each day hunched over a laptop.  Generally, blog-related activity was limited to an hour or so in the evenings or at night just before bed, wherein we’d comment blogs, tweet links to our just-published posts, or submit links to meme sites like Sinful Sunday and The Naughty Hangout.

As our vacation wound down, it occurred to me that it would be an enormous relief to be able to regularly autopost the entirety, or at least the majority, of a week’s blog posts in advance.  We have done this to an extent with our Retro HNT posts, as they require almost no creativity, just an already-taken photo and some copied-and-pasted boilerplate.  In fact, that the entirety of our Retro HNT pictures aren’t already auto-posted is due to my own laziness and lack of interest in repetition than any technical limitation.

In reality, however, this is pretty much impossible.  Even were we to divide up the blogging responsibilities equally, there is no way we could devote the necessary time.  It’s unlikely now that Jill is on summer break, so there’s no chance of this happening during the school year when the day-to-day child-rearing is done solely by yours truly.  At any rate, even if we had sufficient time and energy to spend writing all of a given week’s blog posts in one day, we’d much rather spend that time doing fun things that do not involve a laptop – or even our phones.  It’s summertime, and taking our baby to the park, walking through the icy surf on one of many local beaches, barbecuing, going to the movies, and having lots of sex all trump blogging.  Sorry, but it’s true.

Case in point:  A couple days before we left on last week’s trip, while packing, shopping, and generally maintaining the harmony in our household, we also managed to write, edit, format, and auto-publish seven different posts.  This proved a daunting task, and while we enjoyed the sense of accomplishment we felt as we completed each one, it was pretty stressful.

Make no mistake, it wasn’t a chore, nor was the stress level unpleasant.  But the assumption that we wouldn’t be able to blog day-by-day was a strong motivator; I question whether we’d want to set aside a possibly five- or six-hour period on a Sunday or a Monday for the purpose of completing all or most of the week’s blogging if we knew we’d be able to write and post our stuff the night before.  It might be worth it to do so; it’s simply not feasible.

This brings me to the point of this post.  Later this month, we will be away from home for approximately two weeks.  Once again, we have reason to believe that we will have little or no internet access on the road; for all I know we won’t even have network access on our phones.  Therefore, we will try to write and schedule as many posts in advance as we possibly can.

Given our regular weekly blogging schedule, we’re talking anywhere from nineteen to twenty-two posts, depending on whether or not we blog on Saturdays.  Nine of these are photo posts, including two Retro HNTs which are so effortless that they practically post themselves.  Anywhere from ten to thirteen (again, Saturdays) are more in-depth written posts.  However, six of these posts – two each of TMI Tuesday, Wicked Wednesday, and Flash Fiction Friday – are dependent upon our knowing a prompt, or in the case of TMI Tuesday, a list of questions.

Because of this, in the worst-case scenario in which we are completely off the grid, without internet access of any kind, we won’t be able to take part in these posts.  We imagine that such a scenario is unlikely; even the most obscure backwater town has a Starbucks or at least a public library that features wi-fi.  Or at least, we hope so.

There’s no need to worry that blogging will cease altogether during our two weeks away from home and (presumably) the internet.  We will do our best to have regular content scheduled to publish on a daily or near-daily basis before we leave.  Though we may be forced to skip an occasional day or two, we imagine that our absence will be no more than that.

That sounds great, Jack, you may be saying.  How can I help?  The answer is simple.  Stop by our Formspring page and ask us a question or two.  Our inbox is close to empty, and ensuring that it stays filled to capacity means that we will have a Formspring Friday post up each week.  Not interested in going to the Formspring page?  Too lazy to click a link?  You can also drop questions into the Formspring widget on the right-hand side of this blog and submit them that way.  Don’t see it?  You may have to scroll up.

In conclusion, the next few days will be quite busy around the Jack and Jill household as we try to cram as much advance blogging into that time as possible, while not letting the amount of non-blogging summertime fun (and sex, for that matter) suffer as a result.

Formspring Friday: Unrealized Desires

Have you ever wanted to try something sexually but haven’t? What is it and why?
Jack’s Answer
For the most part, I don’t have a lot of unrealized sexual wants or needs.  I’ve done most of the things that appeal to me.  I’ve had anal sex.  I’ve given facials.  I’ve had threesomes.  I’ve fisted.  I’ve found lots of G-spots.  I’ve been deep-throated.  I’ve done sixty-nine while standing up.  I’ve made a sex tape or three.  I’ve indulged my exhibitionist side by having sex in public, and by getting naked on a beach.  I’ve webcammed with more or less total strangers, as well as with online friends.  I’ve had phone sex.  I’ve had one-night stands.  I’ve had multiple orgasms.  I’ve joined the Mile-High Club.  I’ve had sex in a moving car.  Certain sexual practices, such as autofellatio, Tantra, and the positions of the Kama Sutra, don’t really appeal to me.  So, sexually-speaking, there isn’t anything I can think of that I would like to do but haven’t.
I said there wasn’t anything.  I didn’t say there wasn’t anyone.  Over the past ten months or so, we’ve made many new friends through blogging and Twitter, and I can admit to wanting to have sex with most of them, certainly the women.  I know this answer probably sounds like something of a cop-out – many of my Formspring Friday answers are – but the fact is that meeting up with an online friend, ideally someone with whom we’ve communicated for awhile and who we’ve gotten to know, for the purpose of essentially meaningless sex would be most exciting.  That is not to say that we would rule out meeting someone with whom we were more casually acquainted, of course.  But for me, and I believe for Jill as well, it’s the familiarity with the other person that makes an encounter so exhilarating.  If I’ve known a woman for a significant length of time, chances are I’ve imagined what she looks like naked, and fantasized about what sex with her is like.  So it’s tremendously exciting to be able to stop wondering.  
Actually, now that I think of it, one specific sexual practice that I’d probably give a whirl is an MFM threesome, either with Jill and another man, or a couple for whom I am the third.  As far as fantasies go, this is something that is relatively new to me.  The appeal comes largely from Jill’s enthusiasm for it, though as I stated I’d pinch-hit for another couple if asked.  I don’t really have any boundaries where such a threesome is concerned, though I’m not particularly keen on the idea of interacting sexually with the other man in anything but an incidental fashion.  For all my left-wing socially-progressive idealism, this still squicks me.

Jill’s Answer

This was a tough question to answer.  There are several activities that I think I would like to try sexually but haven’t yet.  I say “I think” because while I am aroused by the thought of these activities, and while I am relatively sure that are scenarios that I would really enjoy participating in, I can’t say for certain how I would react until I am actually in the situation.  Both activities would involve at least one person who is not Jack or I, and while all of our non-monogamous (or “monogamish”) sexual activities up to this point have been emotionless and drama-free, I can’t say with total certainty that there would be no emotion or insecurity involved were these things to take place.

The first thing I would like to try is a threesome with two men.  It’s no secret that this is a major fantasy of mine, and has been for years.  There’s something about the thought of two mouths and four hands traveling over my body that drives me wild, to say nothing of having two hard cocks to play with.  In my fantasy I am usually on my hands and knees, with one guy fucking my pussy while the other one fucks my throat.  However, it is increasingly common for this fantasy to feature double penetration.  I’m not sure that I’d ever actually attempt that, but it’s really hot to imagine both men moving rhythmically inside me, one in my pussy and one in my asshole, driving me to one orgasm after another.  I acknowledge that the failure of this fantasy to come true is partially because I am worried that the experience would fall short of the fantasy I’ve created.

Another thing I think I would like to try is a soft swap with another couple.  For those not in the know, soft swap differs from full swap in that the former does not involve vaginal or anal penetration.  Everything else is fair game, from making out to manual stimulation to oral sex.  I’m not necessarily saying that I wouldn’t consider full swap, but as we are relatively new to this I imagine we’d start slow.  I’ve already watched Jack interact with another woman, and while I was directly involved here I would not only not be involved, I would be doing my own thing at the same time.  As we are big fans of simultaneously watching and being watched, I imagine that sucking someone’s cock while watching Jack have his cock sucked by someone else would be a great thrill.  This fantasy has yet to come true due to a lack of nearby couples willing to indulge us.  However, I can admit to feelings of jealousy.  I’m not sure why I have them, but I am aware that what turns me on in a fantasy might make me feel differently in real life.

If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!  To see who else participated this week, visit Twitter and search for #FormspringFriday!

Flash Fiction Friday: Elevator Operator

As the ancient elevator growled to life, she knelt down and sucked his cock.  As they passed the second floor, a small audience watched them rise.  Before they’d ascended out of view, she leaned against the wall and he took her from behind.

At the third floor, a woman in lingerie eyed them lasciviously.  The fourth floor was deserted.  At the fifth a decrepit man in tattered clothing watched and masturbated.

“I’ll be getting off here,” he said as they came to the seventh floor.  He climaxed noisily, his body tensing.  His cock dripped as he pulled out.

The door opened.  He exited, replaced by a naked man stroking himself eagerly.  She licked her lips.

“Going down?” (117/117)

Behind the Scenes

Once again, this week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt was issued by Ram the Sunlover.  We’ve been out of town since last Friday, with an unreliable-at-best internet connection.  When I checked Ram’s blog on Tuesday no new challenge had yet been posted, and I assumed I had the week off.  On Thursday afternoon I checked again, and found the prompt photo.  I knew I had to work fast.

In addition to the prompt photo and the 117-word limit, participants were required to use the word “decrepit”.  Knowing that I could most definitely spin a story around the photo, I began to work quickly.  I had a story idea that would have fit the prompt perfectly, but which I could not possibly make fit within the word limit.  Believe me, I tried.  (This idea is detailed in the “Deleted Scenes” section, below.)

For that reason, this Flash Fiction Friday assignment was quite difficult, moreso than the average difficult Flash Fiction Friday story.  Eventually I had to step away for awhile, during which time I came up with a new, similar story idea that I was confident I could tell in 117 words or less.

Deleted Scenes

The original idea that I attempted to write involved a couple of thrill-seekers sneaking into an derelict sanitarium to have sex.  The opening paragraph included mention of “broken windows and crumbling brick, the structure itself surrounded by overgrown weeds and tiny bits of glass.”  With this leisurely pacing, it’s no wonder that I had to abandon the idea.  In this story, the individual pictured in the foreground would have been an unexpected interloper, providing the story with, for lack of a better term, a “jump scare” of the sort used in horror films.  The title of the story would have been “Convalescent Home”, in reference to the lovers’ mistaken belief that the institution was that, and not a sanitarium.

When it became apparent that I couldn’t hope to compress my previous story idea into 117 words or less, I tried coming up with a modified version of the above featuring little or no buildup and catching the two characters mid-coitus.  When the individual standing outside the elevator made his appearance the man would have run, leaving the woman alone to face an uncertain fate.  The title of this story would have been “Abandoned”, in reference not only to the sanitarium but also to the state of the woman at story’s end.

When writing the final story, I inadvertently omitted the word “decrepit”.  I didn’t have room to add it anywhere, so I changed the fifth floor’s group of men “masturbating and hooting excitedly” to a single decrepit man.  In addition, the two individuals switched from doggy style to standing with the woman’s legs around the man’s back.  I couldn’t make this change of position fit.

Rejected titles for this story include “Love in an Elevator”, and “Up and Down”.

Soundtrack

I’d suggest Aerosmith’s “Love in an Elevator”, but that’s just too easy.  Therefore, I’ll go with “Going Up, Going Down” by Pan Spherics, or “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell.  For a more urban sound, how about “Elevator” by Flo Rida and Timbaland?

The Naughty Hangout: Beating the Heat

This week, the main theme at The Naughty Hangout is “Water”.  I thought I’d share one of my favorite ways to beat the heat!

The secondary theme is “Steam”.  When this picture was taken, I was so hot that I’m pretty certain the water turned to steam as soon as it hit me.

Go see who else is being naughty this week!

-Jill

Wicked Wednesday: Lounging By the Pool

I feel the summer sun beating down on my body as I relax in the lounge chair.  I hear him splashing around in the pool nearby.  I picture his toned, tanned body as he swims his laps.

I imagine him climbing out of the pool, hearing the wet splack as his swimming trunks hit the concrete.  I fancy that I can feel his weight as he climbs atop the lounge chair and settles between my spread legs.  I feel the heat of his body as he pulls me close, tearing off my swimsuit and impaling me on his hardness.  I gasp as his cock sinks deep inside me, filling me completely.

I am ripped from my daydream by the sounds of him splashing in the water as he swims his laps.

I lower my fingers between my legs, sneaking them inside my swimsuit.  I spread my moist lips, feeling my wetness.  I stroke my clit eagerly, anxiously, and imagine his fevered thrusts.  I move my fingers quickly, striving for much-needed release.  I climax, shuddering with pleasure.

I don’t hear any splashing.  I open my eyes, and he is already inside me.

I feel the summer heat.

This week’s prompt:  Feel the summer



Wicked Wednesday



EDIT:  The above picture is not of me, nor is it a picture taken by Jack.  It was found on a random anonymous picture sharing site.