
Wicked Wednesday: Room 172


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.
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.
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.
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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 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
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.