TMI Tuesday: June 12, 2012 – The Most Times

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We want to know what thing you’ve done the most times.
Jack’s Answers
1. What sex position have you been in the most times?
I’ll go with missionary.  It’s such a basic position that pop culture – movies, television, etc. – would have us believe it’s the only one that works.  And while it’s far from the only option, it does work quite nicely, especially when you like face-to-face intimacy during sex.  While there have been a couple sexual partners with whom I’m pretty sure I never actually did missionary, I did it with the vast majority, including virtually everyone I had sex with more than once.  In fact, my first girlfriend preferred missionary to doggy style or female-superior positions, ostensibly because she had a retroverted uterus and found these positions uncomfortable.  Of course, I suspect that her repression had something to do with it as well.
2. What book have you read …?
The Bible, obviously. 

3. What movie have you watched …?
Asking a movie geek which movie he or she has watched the most is like asking a movie geek which movie he or she likes best.  You may as well ask me which book I’ve read the most.  Oh wait, you did.  Anyway, given my desire to keep things moving, I’ll say The Godfather.  Or one of the Star Wars films.  Or The Big Lebowski.  Or Dazed and Confused.  Or Aliens.  Pulp Fiction.  Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  I could go on.

I watch a lot of porn, but there’s no single porn film I watch more than all others.

4. In the last week, who have you texted … ? (no names, list the relationship or type of person)
Definitely Jill.  Oh wait, you said no names.  So I’ll just say the hottest woman I’ve ever met.

5. In the last week, what food have you eaten …?
I have literally no idea what this might be.  Some kind of junk food, I’m guessing.  Donuts?  Let’s say donuts.

6. Today, which website have you visited …?
Probably Twitter.  I like to stay caught up in the lives of my pervy friends, so I tend to check it pretty regularly.

I visit a lot of porn sites, but there’s no single site I visit more than all others.

7. When dining out, where have you eaten …?
I tend to visit a local pizzeria with shocking regularity.  Not sure if it’s the place where I dine the most often, but it may well be.

8. Which sex toy have you used …?
When alone?  My hand.  It seems to have been built specifically to handle my cock.  When I’m with Jill?  I’m not sure.  I don’t think there’s any one of her sex toys that I use on her more than any other.  You know what?  I’m going to go with Jill’s Rabbit, if only because I’ve got to say something.  It’s definitely not the toy she’s used the most – that honor goes to her Eroscillator – but I do enjoy using it on her.

Bonus:  Is there something you’d love to go back and relive in your sexual past?
(Thank you to Husband of Two Sexual Minds for this week’s bonus question)
I’m not sure that there’s anything I’d like to relive, if only because as a firm believer in the butterfly effect, I see myself screwing up the present by doing something slightly different in the past.  It’s better to leave well enough alone, I think.  However, for the sake of argument I will point out that in my single days I had several notable missed opportunities, and I suppose one of those might be fun to revisit, this time picking up the subtle cues I originally missed.

Jill’s Answers
1. What sex position have you been in the most times?
Missionary, with doggy style (my favorite!) a close second.  Although it’s not as exotic, or even as exciting, as less run-of-the-mill positions, missionary can be very gratifying, and a lot of fun.  But with certain guys we just never did missionary.  I’m pretty sure this was because they liked looking at my ass too much.
2. What book have you read …?
Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. It’s a great story about sharing and not being selfish, appreciating what people have to offer, and giving back.  These are the values I was raised on.  I read it a lot as a teacher, and I try to impart its lessons to my students.  Actually a book I probably read even more than The Giving Tree is Bill Martin and Eric Carle’s Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?  My class features a unit on it.  We read the story, and then we do projects based on it.  The students even make their own copies of the book.  In any given school year, I read it at least three times.
Tragically only half the students survived the class this year. 

3. What movie have you watched …?
Definitely Grease!  It’s been my favorite movie since I was a kid, and I used to watch it over and over with friends who lived on my block growing up.  One of my friends had a TV in her garage, and we would watch the movie, then open up the garage door and dance to the songs in her driveway, usually while wearing roller skates.

Despite Jack’s hopes and dreams, it was nothing like this. I was ten.

4. In the last week, who have you texted … ? (no names, list the relationship or type of person)
My husband.

5. In the last week, what food have you eaten …?
As it’s nearly summer, I’ve been on a fresh fruit kick.  I’ve been eating a lot of raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries.  The raspberries have been especially sweet and juicy lately.

6. Today, which website have you visited …?
Twitter.  It’s the only site I really check with any frequency.  Even though I am usually teaching all day, I enjoy scanning my timeline from time to time in order to keep up with my friends, and hopefully get a naughty thrill reading about something sexy.  I have to do it on my phone, since Twitter, Facebook, and various other social networking sites are blocked.

7. When dining out, where have you eaten …?
There is one local taqueria that we frequent.  When Jack and I want something quick and delicious, that’s where we go.  On average I’d say we eat there once every week or once every two weeks.  We order burritos, and the baby eats about an eighth of mine.

8. Which sex toy have you used …?
Definitely my Eroscillator, which Jack got me for Christmas one year.  It’s a pretty high-end toy, but it always results in incredible orgasms, and most if not all of its attachments are slender enough to rest comfortably on my clit while Jack is on top of me.  Another great thing about it?  It doesn’t require any batteries.

You read that correctly: No batteries.
Bonus:  Is there something you’d love to go back and relive in your sexual past?
(Thank you to Husband of Two Sexual Minds for this week’s bonus question)
Sex with a woman, which I’ve only done in the context of a threesome.  Years ago I had a near-miss experience with two guys, and wouldn’t mind trying to make that happen.  However, the fact that I was in a much different place in my life sexually than I am now means that I might not have done anything differently.  Besides, if I was going to have a threesome with two men one of them would have to be Jack.

Still less creepy than the Burger King mascot.

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Reflections on the End of the Year

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This week, Jill’s school year wraps up and she begins summer vacation.  As a stay-at-home Dad, this is an exciting time for me.  In fact, I probably view the end of the school year with more excitement now than I did when I was actually attending school.  The phenomenon is more or less the same: My work load lightens, I get to sleep in a bit later than normal, and the days find me with increased autonomy, enjoying activities I normally wouldn’t get to.  The difference is that raising a child is far more difficult than passing advanced calculus. 
This year, however, something about the onset of summer vacation feels a bit amiss.  I wouldn’t go so far as to say that there’s something necessarily wrong, but it’s definitely not the usual carefree scene set to Alice Cooper’s 1972 hit “School’s Out”, wherein my peers and I run screaming from our school, turning over the cars in the faculty parking lot before blowing up the entire institution in a display of academic rebellion that would make Allan Arkush proud.

Google it.

Our blog reached (and surpassed) 100,000 page views today.  It occurred to me that the overwhelming majority of these page views occurred since we resumed blogging in August of last year.  Curiously, our first post in more than thirteen months was published the week that Jill returned to work and summer vacation ended.  It had been a particularly exciting and rewarding summer vacation, featuring travel, fun times with family and friends, and of course, much more sex than the parents of a baby should ever expect to have.

Though neither Jill nor I ever consciously made the connection, I suppose that restarting our blog may have been a reaction to the end of summer vacation.  Looking ahead at the next ten months of being the sole daytime caregiver of our baby – and for Jill being the sole daytime caregiver of thirty babies – I very likely needed the outlet, something fun and sexy to take the edge off of our newly-reactivated work routine.
During the 2010-2011 school year we blogged exactly zero times.  At that point, our most recent blog post was a TMI Tuesday that was our sole offering for the month of July 2010.  The transition to new parenthood, as well as a stressful move and then the adjustment to life in a new locale, took up most of our time and energy.  Blogging was simply something for which we had no time – even if we still had the need – and we had no intention of ever doing it again.
It’s clear that we’ve enjoyed not only being back, but being prolific.  In the last ten months, we’ve published 343 posts.  By comparison, in the nearly three years between the blog’s inception and when we resumed blogging post-hiatus, we published only 124 posts.  That is an increase of more than 250%.  Of these 343 posts, the vast majority have been memes or other regular features, but eighty-three posts were completely original or otherwise not conforming to any manner of group behavior.  This is impressive for us, as the sheer number of memes in which we participate frequently limits our ability to be spontaneous.  We’ve discussed this elsewhere on our blog.
At the risk of sounding self-aggrandizing, we’ve accomplished a lot in the last ten months.  We posted the first-ever sexy picture of Jill on the blog (which was our second picture overall), and our first ever HNT post.  (Prior, we had only participated in HNT on The Other HNT.)  We wrote plenty of erotica, though nowhere near as much as we would have liked to have written.  “Open Box“, Jill’s story about a memorable toy-shopping trip, was read by Harper Eliot (formerly known as Lady Grinning Soul) on her Christmas podcast.  Thanks to our friend Liza Bennet, one of our posts caught the eye of no less an authority than Dr. Ruth Westheimer.  
Some of our posts have branched out into arenas beyond sex.  As we find that we must frequently reconcile our ridiculously high sex drives with the fact that there is a dependent child living with us, some of our posts concern parenting (though primarily as it affects our sex life).  As we are Americans concerned with the encroachments of the religious right into our private lives, some of our posts have concerned politics, especially where sex and sexual health are concerned.  In October, we posted our single non-meme post that doesn’t in any way involve sex.  It’s about horror cinema, and is somehow our most-viewed work, quickly becoming the first of a very small handful of posts to singlehandedly surpass 1000 page views.
Our greatest accomplishment since resuming this blog, however, is undoubtedly the acquisition of so many like-minded friends.  In many cases, we find ourselves drawn more strongly to our online friends than we do to many of the friends we’ve known personally for decades.  It’s remarkable to discover just how highly we value open communication and sex-positivity in our friends.  We wouldn’t willingly give up the connections we’ve made for anything.
It is in part for this reason that the end of Jill’s school year gives me a bittersweet, almost melancholy feeling, even as it fills me with excitement.  Make no mistake, I don’t believe that the thrill of having two months “off”, i.e. not being my daughter’s sole caregiver every single day, is in any way going to steer my focus away from blogging.  In many ways, expressing our sexual selves has become one of our foci, and that’s not likely to change.  
No, my concern stems more from the fact that, with the exception of the occasional Saturday, we’ve managed to blog every day since late September.  While Jill and I are not averse to skipping a day or two when absolutely necessary, we’re afraid that skipping a few days due to travel will make it easier to skip a few days due to laziness.  It’s a problem we had frequently in our blog’s early days.
In closing, while we are not planning to decrease our blogging frequency this summer, it’s something that most certainly could happen.  Should we go missing for a couple days, it’s only because we’re vacationing in some secluded paradise that doesn’t happen to feature wi-fi, and not because we’ve had a change of heart.  Should two or three days pass with nothing new from us, don’t panic.  Understand that it’s just temporary, and that we’ll be back.
-Jack

Sinful Sunday: Feet Up

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I love sitting in front of the computer watching porn.  I don’t do that nearly enough.  When I masturbate I’m usually lying in bed reading sex blogs, but even if I happen to be watching porn I’m probably still in bed.  Still, I find something so hot about sitting at the desk with my feet up, feeling the familiar sensation of my fingers or a favorite toy.

 

See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss! 
Sinful Sunday

What We Did Instead

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We were planning to Skype with a really hot couple on Friday night.  They’re Twitter friends, we’ve been chatting with them for months, and this was to be our second time camming with them.   We’d scheduled it a week or so in advance, and we were all really looking forward to it.  We even got a babysitter for a few hours, something increasingly necessary given our daughter’s unreliable sleep schedule.

A minor medical issue on their end curtailed our Skype fun shortly before it was to begin.  While it was disappointing, we understood completely.  There are no guarantees, and the health and well-being of our friend was our main concern.  However, this development did leave us with a bit of a dilemma, namely what was to be done with our evening.

We had a couple options.  We could cancel the babysitter and save it for our inevitable Skype reschedule, or we could keep the babysitter and return home for a little off-camera fun.  We ended up keeping the babysitter, partially because our daughter was excited about the prospect of playing with her grandson, who was staying the night.  The real tragedy is that we’d already eaten dinner.  It would have been great to have gone out to a nice dinner, just the two of us.

After we dropped off the baby, we came right home.  We had plenty of time, but we knew it would go fast, especially since we were hoping for a shower and a nap in addition to the sex.  As we pulled into our space in the parking garage, Jack suggested that we fuck right there in the car.  We do this sometimes, even though we can easily go upstairs and do it in the privacy of our own home.  Sometimes when Jack’s parents are staying with us we tell them we’re going out and then have sex in the car.  And I would have gladly gone down on him at the very least, but some people were unloading a truck parked in a nearby space.  We decided to just go upstairs.

We left a trail of clothing from our front door to the balcony, and were naked by the time we stepped out into the night air.  It was chilly, not so cold that it was uncomfortable, but pleasantly breezy.  Jack pushed me against the wall, and I braced myself with my arms.  He knelt behind me, holding me by my hips as he lowered his face into me, lapping noisily, lasciviously, at my slippery lips.

Waves of pleasure cascaded over me as his tongue found my clit.  At the same time he moved one of his hands between my legs, inserting two fingers.  I arched my back, allowing him greater access, and he slipped in a third.  My moans were loud and excited.  There was no way to hold back now.  As he pressed down on my G-spot I imagined myself exploding, soaking Jack’s mouth and face, my wetness dripping down his arm and splashing all over his bare chest.  It turned me on.  But I didn’t want his fingers to make me cum.

“Fuck me,” I implored him.  In seconds his fingers were replaced by his wonderful, thick cock.  No sooner had he entered me than I came, his first thrusts triggering a mind-blowing orgasm that made me scream the sounds of my pleasure against the quiet of early night.  I could feel myself gush with the force of a ruptured dam.  I imagined my juices clinging to Jack’s balls, dripping down his legs.  I gripped the wall, riding every intense second of my orgasm.  And when it was over, he kept right on fucking me.

I listened closely for the tell-tale signs of Jack’s approaching climax.  Sometimes I feel his body tense up.  Other times he tightens his grip on my hips.  Still other times he pulls my hair.  And while I enjoy noticing those cues, this time I really wanted to hear him.  His breathing changes, or else he’ll just tell me he’s close.  When that happens, I know I have to move quickly.

“Yes,” he said.  “Yes, I’m cumming.”  He pulled out, and I quickly whirled around.  I found myself face to face with his cock, the head red and swollen as he beat it furiously in a tight fist.  His moans rivaled my own as my mouth engulfed him, swallowing first his length, and then each spurt as it shot past my gag reflex and straight down my throat.  He made no attempt to stifle himself, his hands holding my head until he was spent.
Afterwards I licked him clean for good measure, noticing that he was fragrant with the scent of my earlier eruption.  I love tasting traces of myself on his cock, and briefly lost myself in a fantasy in which I was tasting not my own pussy on him, but someone else’s.

We came inside and took a warm shower.  As we dried off, Jack checked his phone.  We still had a couple hours before we had to pick up the baby.  He asked me if I still wanted to try and catch a nap.  I had different ideas, and we spent the rest of our alone time sitting beneath a blanket in our camping chairs, drinking hot chocolate and listening to the quiet.

-Jill

Formspring Friday: Mouth Magic

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What is your single most important tip for giving oral sex? The one thing that you think makes you great at giving. Also, what’s the one tip you would give a partner to get you off?

Jack’s Answer

Oral sex is one of my favorite things ever.  Not just to receive – though I certainly do enjoy receiving it – but also to give.  Going down on a woman is one of the most intimate, sexually exciting activities I can think of, but it’s also a lot of fun.  Getting up close and personal with her pussy is exhilarating, as is listening to her breathing and verbal cues as she approaches orgasm.  And the orgasm itself is most definitely the icing on the cake.

My most important tip  for giving oral sex?  That’s a tough one, because every woman is different.  What works for one person will not necessarily work for another.  In fact, one of the most exciting things about oral sex, or for that matter sex in general, with a new partner may very well be figuring out what works and what doesn’t.  Rather than listing a specific “move” that may or may not do the trick, I suggest learning what your partner enjoys, and what leads to orgasm, and do that.  Never leave her (or him, even) unsatisfied, even if that means moving aside and letting your partner take care of things.

The one tip that I would give a new partner who is determined to get me off is not to be afraid to use your hands.  That is not to say that I require hand usage, or even that it will necessarily make the oral sex better.  In fact, when being deep-throated, hand usage is pretty much impossible.  But in general I find that stroking and sucking together rarely fail to get me off.

Jill’s Answer

I love giving oral sex.  I have always admitted to being submissive, and I know that for many women giving head is a submissive act.  But while I love being on my knees, looking up at Jack wide-eyed as he feeds me his hard cock, and I love feeling his fingers tugging on my hair as he fucks my throat, there is something about giving head that is, for me at least, very dominant.  When I’m sucking cock, I usually feel like I am in total control.  Not always, though.  Sometimes I don’t want to be in control.  Sometimes I want to have control taken away from me.

My single most important tip for giving oral sex is to pay attention to your partner.  When I give Jack head, I notice that he gives off subtle cues, such as the sounds he makes and his body language.  Sometimes he is more vocal, and tells me exactly what he wants, or how much he enjoys what I am doing.  But other times he has to really concentrate on the pleasure he is receiving, and the only feedback I get is feeling him tense up and listening for changes in his breathing.  Fortunately, I have a lot of experience giving oral sex, especially to Jack, and I know exactly how to respond to these cues.

As for the one tip I would give a partner in order to get me off, it’s difficult to narrow down, but the main thing that never fails to make oral sex a memorable experience for me is when Jack (or whoever) gives me long, slow licks all over my pussy.  I enjoy having attention lavished on my clit, but that’s not the only spot that is receptive to stimulation.  As I get excited and react to these long, slow licks, I want the pace maintained.  I try not to react too much because I don’t want Jack to change the pace.  If it slows down or speeds up too much, it can throw me off and I have to get used to the totally new rhythm.  On the other hand, I want him to know that it’s working.  If I say, “Just like that”, or “Don’t stop”, he knows not to vary his pace or change what he’s doing.  If the pace does change, I can usually compensate by moving my body in sync with Jack’s tongue.

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The Naughty Hangout: A Beautiful View

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The main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week is “Vista”.  According to Dictionary.com, “vista” refers to “a view or prospect, especially one seen through a long, narrow avenue or passage, as between rows of trees or houses.”  I think this shot fits the theme perfectly.  It also qualifies for the secondary theme, “Heights”.  

Go see who else is being naughty this week!

-Jill

Wicked Wednesday: The Reception

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They met in the coat room.  He pulled the door shut behind them as she stepped out of her light brown platform heels.  They had precious little time before the champagne was opened and the celebration began.  
They spoke no words before getting started.  There was no idle chit-chat, no “I can’t wait to hear your speech”, no “I’ve wanted this for so long.”  They both had, of course.  Though they’d known each other only a short while, the attraction was strong.
Their kiss was brief, neither one wanting to waste the few minutes they had.  Their hands met at his zipper, both trying to lower it.  He let her handle that, and unbuckled his belt instead.  Soon his cock was in her hand, raised to steel hardness by her touch.
“You got a condom?” she asked.
He grunted, still enjoying her manual ministrations, and took his wallet from the pocket of his slacks.  He withdrew a condom before replacing his wallet, and began to tear open the foil.
“Want me to do that?” she asked, taking the condom from him.  She placed it between her lips, then lowered her mouth onto him, taking care to unroll the condom slowly to squeeze out the air.  He stifled a groan, then watched her bobbing up and down.  He could have enjoyed this pleasure all day, but they had to get moving.
He pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and pulled up her long, billowy dress.  She wore a tiny black thong beneath, the material smooth against his fingers.  Holding the dress in place with one hand, he slipped the other into her panties, feeling her warm flesh as he began to slide them down.
Her hand joined his.  “Yeah,” she said breathlessly.  “Just take those off.”  The thong slipped to her ankles and she stepped out of it.  He put both of his hands high on her hips, keeping the dress bunched up at her waist, and entered her, feeling her slick wetness as she swallowed him up.  He filled her completely.
She moaned, less from the considerable physical pleasure than from the release of tension.  The anticipation of this moment had dogged her every move for months, and seeing him in his tuxedo that morning made her wet.  She had longed to be this close to him, to have him so deep inside her.  He, on the other hand, was sure that the sound she made was caused entirely by his member.
She leaned against a counter as he moved inside her, bracing herself against the force of his thrusts.  Each motion brought his cock up against her G-spot.  She leaned her head back toward his, and they exchanged a precarious kiss, tongues lapping at one another because their lips weren’t close enough to touch.
“Fuck me,” she said, even as her climax was beginning to envelop her.  Her voice was merely a whisper.  He tightened his grip on her hips and thrust even harder, moving faster, feeling himself sink even deeper than he had before.  Her moans were passionate, energetic, and erotic, and the sound filled his ears with arousal the likes of which he couldn’t have imagined.
As she came, he felt her contract, squeezing his own orgasm out of him.  He filled the condom, then slowly withdrew.  He dropped it into a wastebasket near the door, then zipped and buttoned his slacks and buckled his belt.  
He opened the door a crack, and peeked out.  She protested, as she was only now putting her thong back on.  He could see into the hall; the guests were all seated.  On the other side of the lobby, the wedding party stood in line, bride and groom standing in front and waiting to be announced.  
“We’d better hurry,” he said, opening the door wide for her.  
She stepped into her heels.  “All right, stud,” she said.  “Let’s go celebrate.”  

This week’s prompt:  Celebrate

Wicked Wednesday

Retro HNT: Hopping along…

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“Hopping along…“, posted July 8, 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: June 5, 2012 – Think kink!

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From the kinky mind of Cara Sutra.
Jack’s Answers

1. What’s the kinkiest thing about you, either mentally or physically? 
For me, sex is ideally a social activity.  Don’t get me wrong, my sex life with Jill is amazing, easily the best I’ve ever had.  But my incessant desire for variety means that throwing a few other people into the mix – whether just watching and being watched or actively participating – will result in good times.

Cheapest joke of the week.
2. Do you have any fetishes? If so, what are they? 
I don’t know that I consider it a fetish, exactly, but I am attracted to women’s feet.  I’m not so attracted to feet that I require seeing them in order to achieve arousal or orgasm, but I’d say that a woman with nice-looking feet turns me on nearly as much as a woman with attractive breasts or a firm ass.  Beyond that, I don’t believe I have any other fetishes, certainly not toward inanimate objects or specific sexual practices.  Shoes?  Nope.  Cross-dressing?  No.  Leather?  Uh-uh.  Bondage?  Nah.  
3. Have you ever been spanked? Did you enjoy it? Tell us more… 
Yes I have been spanked.  No, I didn’t enjoy it.  The circumstances involved me misbehaving in some fashion:  Typical childhood stuff like stealing cookies or telling lies.  Though the specifics are lost to time, I’m pretty sure that my mother, and not my father, was the one who administered the actual spanking.
4. Have you been tied up, or tied someone else up? Did you use rope or  restraints? 
I’m certain I’ve never been tied up, though I can vaguely recall being handcuffed by someone (not Jill) during sex.  Clearly the experience wasn’t particularly memorable, and I want to say that it only happened once.  I actually have no problem being handcuffed or otherwise restrained by a woman for whom such submission is a turn-on, provided I trust her.  But I don’t get much out of it.
5. Would you classify yourself as more dominant, submissive, a switch or entirely vanilla? 
I’m more dominant than I am submissive, though I can be somewhat submissive if the situation calls for it, or if it’s requested of me.  I don’t think I’m sufficiently submissive to qualify as a switch, and I’m definitely not vanilla.

I’m not even crazy about vanilla ice cream.
6. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? 
Same-room sex, possibly?  Yeah, it’s not all that wild in the grand scheme of things, but given that Jill and I are equal parts exhibitionist and voyeur, it’s something we enjoy on the very rare occasion that we can make it happen.
7. Have you been to a BDSM club? What was it like? If not, would you ever go to one? 
We have been to a BDSM club, specifically Power Exchange in San Francisco.  It was a fun experience, and we’d definitely return even though it wasn’t the kind of experience that completely satisfied our voyeur and exhibitionist tendencies.  For starters, a more equitable ratio between males and females would have been nice.  Rather than rehash the specifics, you can read all about it here.
It was a lot like this.

8. What’s your favourite fetish item or implement? 
Does my cock count?
9. Favourite kinky clothing material? 
I’m going to go with silk.  Or maybe lace.  I’m not so kinky that I associate clothing with kink, even though I’m aware that leather and latex, for example, are common.  If I had to pick a favorite, though, it’d be something a bit more traditionally feminine.  Silk and lace are two fabrics that I associate with Jill’s panties.
10. Thigh boots – love ‘em or hate ‘em? 
I love thigh boots on Jill.  She looks incredibly sexy wearing them, and I think they give her a lot of confidence.  True story:  The day she got them, we were out shopping together.  She showed me the boots and asked if I thought she should get them.  I asked her what she’d wear them with.  She told me nothing.  I bought them for her.
Now that I think of it, these don’t quite reach her thighs.
11. If you’re kinky, who knows about it? Do you tell people or is it a closely guarded secret?
Several of our friends know that we’re kinky, though very few know the extent of our (relative) kinkiness.  Generally speaking the friends who know are those we feel we can trust implicitly, as discretion is very important to us and we wouldn’t want Jill’s parents, for example, finding out that we enjoy fisting.
12. What are your personal limits? 
There are a lot of things that don’t turn me on, but which I would at least consider trying if Jill wasn’t into it.  Fortunately, our sexual tastes seem to align nicely.  My limits include anything involving pain, because that’s simply not something I am interested in receiving or inflicting; and poop/pee play, because that totally squicks me.
13. What’s your safeword and why did you choose that one? 
Our usual safeword is “harder”.  When things get too intense for Jill, she simply says the safeword and all activity stops.  As you may have guessed, it can get confusing.
14. Which fetishes do you just really not get?
See #12.  
Bonus:  Complete this sentence:  To me, Fetish, Kink and BDSM means…
Isn’t fetish some kind of Greek cheese?

Wocka wocka!
Jill’s Answers
1. What’s the kinkiest thing about you, either mentally or physically? 
Probably my attraction to my sister-in-law, something I mentioned in last week’s TMI Tuesday.  This is my brother’s wife, not Jack’s sister.  She’s fun, sexy, and statuesque, with blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and not only a sexy, tight ass that I envy, but a luscious pair of D-cup breasts that I’d love to get lost in.  She’s also a great dancer, as she regularly proves at family weddings.  Speaking of which, she was one of my bridesmaids at my own wedding, and I got to watch her change into her dress.  So.  Hot.  I’m pretty sure she is unaware that I want to have sex with her, though I suppose it’s possible that she follows our blog and is reading this, has figured out that the co-author is her husband’s sister, and has determined that she is the sister-in-law who is being discussed. 
2. Do you have any fetishes? If so, what are they? 
Not really.  I have quite a few very prominent turn-ons, but none of them are fetishes as I understand the term.  If you have read this blog for awhile, you can probably say them along with me:  I like to be watched.  I like watching others.  I like to be tied up, blindfolded, and spanked.  

I also like breakfast in bed.  Jack, how about it?

3. Have you ever been spanked? Did you enjoy it? Tell us more… 
Did you read #2?  Because I’m pretty sure I answered this one there.
4. Have you been tied up, or tied someone else up? Did you use rope or  restraints? 
I have been tied up.  We have never used rope, but since the sash of my bathrobe is always close at hand (and because I’m not particularly interested in explaining rope burn to my colleagues, students, and the parents of my students), we use that.  We have also used handcuffs and thumb cuffs.
5. Would you classify yourself as more dominant, submissive, a switch or entirely vanilla? 
Although I can be dominant if the mood strikes me, I am mostly submissive.  I absolutely love being on my knees, looking up at Jack as he fucks my throat, his hand tangled up in my long brown hair.  I love it when my face is pushed down into the mattress and my hands are cuffed behind my back while he fucks me from behind.  I love being manhandled and moved from position to position by a pair of strong hands.  Whew!  Gotta change my panties.
6. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? 
Probably have sex in front of a crowd of masturbating onlookers at a BDSM club.  
7. Have you been to a BDSM club? What was it like? If not, would you ever go to one? 
Once again, this question has already been answered.

8. What’s your favourite fetish item or implement? 
There’s honestly not all that many to choose from!  We have a lot of sex toys, but no paddles, floggers or clamps or anything.  At the risk of sounding terribly vanilla, I think my favorite item is probably our handcuffs, but only by default.
9. Favourite kinky clothing material? 
It’s a toss-up between leather (which is what my super sexy thigh boots are made of), or silk (which is what some of my favorite lingerie is made of).
10. Thigh boots – love ‘em or hate ‘em? 
I get the feeling you’re not actually reading any of my answers, as I have already answered this question above.  In case you can’t tell, I love my thigh boots!  They’re fun to wear, and I feel sexy in them.  I love the looks I get when I wear them out in public, and more than anything, I love getting fucked when I’m wearing my boots and nothing else.
11. If you’re kinky, who knows about it? Do you tell people or is it a closely guarded secret?
Except for a few extremely close and trusted friends, our kinky side is a closely guarded secret.  Most of the people we know casually, as well as virtually everyone in our respective families, presumably have no idea that we’ve been to a sex club, that we have invited more than one individual into our bedroom, or that we maintain a blog for the purpose of sharing very intimate details of our sex lives.

They are also unaware of our penchant for cosplay, but that’s another story.

12. What are your personal limits? 
As I mentioned before, I’m okay with being tied up or restrained, blindfolded, and spanked.  I’m not into electric current, choking, wax play, blood play or anything that breaks skin, rape or simulated rape, watersports or coprophila, bestiality or anything involving children or any partner who is unable to give consent.  As far as swinging goes I enjoy threesomes and monogamous group sex (also known as same-room sex).  I am really into the idea of light swapping including oral as well.  As far as full-swap goes, some days it’s something I really want to do, as there are a lot of guys I fantasize about and who I’d like to think I would have sex with given the opportunity (with Jack’s blessing, of course).  On the other hand, some days I just can’t get past my vows.  Stupid Catholic upbringing.
13. What’s your safeword and why did you choose that one? 
Our BDSM experience is so limited that we don’t really need one.  If I’m tied up and I tell Jack to untie me, he knows that it’s not part of the scene, and that I really need to be untied.  When I’ve been restrained in the past, the absolute lack of movement was a concern, as it’s not something we do so often that I’m totally used to it.   The only thing we do regularly for which a safeword might be a good idea is fisting.  Fisting is something that requires a very deep level of trust, and which is very intense both physically and emotionally.  A good fisting session can leave me in tears and shaking uncontrollably.  But even when we’re fisting, no safeword is required.  That’s a good thing, because I usually can’t speak when I’m having the kinds of orgasms that result.  Jack is so in tune with my body, and pays such close attention to my movements and my sounds, that I know I’m in good hands.  Or rather, that I have good hands in me.

Kind of like this.

14. Which fetishes do you just really not get?
I don’t get the very intense manner of flogging that results in breakage of skin.  I guess I understand that for some it is a sexual release like any other, and I don’t judge consenting adults doing what they need to do for their own satisfaction.  But deliberate harm isn’t really my thing.

Accidental harm, though?  Huge turn-on. 

Bonus:  Complete this sentence:  To me, Fetish, Kink and BDSM means…
…whatever you want it to mean.

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