TMI Tuesday: February 21, 2012 – You Inspire Me

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As I cruise around the Internet reading my regular blogs and discovering new ones, the content of other bloggers often gives me ideas for TMI Tuesday questions. A few of you did that for me this week. I encourage TMIers to click on the links and read the blog posts that prompted a specific question.

Jack’s Answers

1. List ONE word to describe your last sexual encounter.
Necessary.

2. What was your best or most memorable sexual experience prior to meeting your current partner? Tell us about it.  [Note: We have modified question #2, as the original question is in our Formspring queue to be answered in a future installment of Formspring Friday.]
When I chose this as the replacement question, I knew it would be a difficult one to answer.  I weighed the pros and cons of much of the scope of my sexual experience prior to meeting Jill.  In some cases a mediocre episode was elevated by the excitement of seeing someone naked after years of wanting to.  In other cases a really good experience was brought down a bit by the fact that I had no feelings for the person or in some cases actively disliked her.  Ultimately I settled on an incident from my very early twenties, one both memorable and very exciting.

I’d been dating the person for a couple months, and we were invited to a friend’s wedding in Reno.  We planned to get a hotel room and stay the weekend, but there was one catch:  She still lived at home, and her Dad vetoed me keeping her out overnight.  She’d stayed over many times, thanks to cooperative girlfriends who let her use them as excuses, but as her parents knew that we were going to this wedding, that wasn’t going to work.  She did get permission to stay out as late as she wanted, she just couldn’t sleep over – whatever the fuck difference that made.

The friend completely understood our leaving the wedding early; we had a four-hour drive to my place.  We arrived in the evening, and had sex for eight hours, stopping partway-through for an short nap.  At around 3:30 AM we made the hour-long drive to her place so I could drop her off.  In retrospect, I probably should have just sprung for a hotel.

3. Do you fuck outside the box?
Inspiration: http://hausofmm.blogspot.com/2011/04/fucking-outside-box.html?
We all have a laundry list of things–features, demographic characteristics, etc. that we like and/prefer in a sexual partner. Do you ever deviate from that list? Give an example.
Yes.  I have never fucked inside a box in my life.  Ahem.  Okay, seriously.  I’m a guy with an enormous sexual drive, so while I have always had a set of criteria for potential sexual partners, this criteria was flung out the window the minute a woman who didn’t quite meet them expressed an interest.  An example of this can be found in a couple different women I dated in college who, following early-afternoon trysts, would immediately turn on Jerry Springer, much to my revulsion.  I usually took that as my cue to exit.

4. Do you blend BDSM in to your relationship? If yes, just in the bedroom or in other areas of your life? Explain.
We’re fairly novice when it comes to BDSM.  We enjoy spanking, blindfolding, and light bondage as seen in this week’s Sinful Sunday.  That’s really as far into the BDSM realm as we’ve traveled.  We really haven’t done anything of that nature outside of the bedroom.

5. Does the thought of your partner/significant other having sex with another person turn you on? Would you want to watch the act? Would you like to join in?
Yeah, it does.  I haven’t always found this sort of thing hot, actually; when I was younger and far less secure both in my relationship and in myself, this would have been a shattering blow to my ego, and just the thought of it might have shaken my confidence and hurt the relationship.  Now, however, I am far more at ease with my marriage, my relationship with Jill, and who I am as a person, so I am comfortable thinking about it at the least, and it’s a fairly exciting thought.  I don’t know whether it’s something we’ll ever act on, though our evolving sexual boundaries indicate that we could.  For now at least, the idea is very appealing with the proviso that Jill is into it and actively participating.  In other words, the turn-on would stem from my wife’s pleasure more than it would from the voyeuristic thrill I would be experiencing.  I would want to watch the act, as it is our preference to carry out any extracurricular sexual escapades together rather than separately.  And yes, I imagine that I would join in if it was something Jill could handle.

Bonus: Fill in the blanks.
I like it _____ on the outside and ______ in the middle.
Chocolatey; crunchy.  “It” refers to a Twix bar.

Jill’s Answers

1. List ONE word to describe your last sexual encounter.
Satisfying!  Our last sexual encounter was this morning.  We woke up slowly after a wonderful night’s sleep, and spooned with Jack behind me.  He played with my breasts and my clit, then slipped inside me and fucked me from behind.  After that we did cowgirl and missionary.  It was hot.  If I had to use one word to describe the sex we had on Saturday night, it would be “rough”.  Jack tied me to the headboard, spanked my ass, then fucked me hard from behind while yanking my hair.  Yum.

2. What was your best or most memorable sexual experience prior to meeting your current partner? Tell us about it.  [Note: We have modified question #2, as the original question is in our Formspring queue to be answered in a future installment of Formspring Friday.]
Definitely the time I had sex with a fuck buddy at a local park.  We had gone out for a walk late at night and found ourselves at the park.  We sat on the swings for awhile, then we climbed on top of a play structure and began making out.  We lay down, and he reached under my skirt and started fingering me beneath my panties.  He took them off and went down on me, and I came over and over again.  After a few minutes we were fucking.  He came inside me, and then we figured we’d better go somewhere more private.  The sex that followed, in a hotel room, was plenty exciting, but just being out in the open, under the night sky with the possibility of discovery looming overhead, made this the most intense experience of my life up to that point.

3. Do you fuck outside the box?
Inspiration: http://hausofmm.blogspot.com/2011/04/fucking-outside-box.html?
We all have a laundry list of things–features, demographic characteristics, etc. that we like and/prefer in a sexual partner. Do you ever deviate from that list? Give an example.
My preference is for dark-haired guys of European descent, typically Italian.  I have no opinion regarding height, really, as long as we are close enough to kiss without bending or standing on a chair.  I usually dated guys of average height.  I prefer guys who are sweet, who are good communicators, and who have a sense of humor.  However, I’ve dated plenty of guys who didn’t quite fit this type.  For example, I once dated a tall blond guy who definitely was not my ideal, though I was much more disappointed by the internal differences than the external ones.  He was kind of a jerk.

Also, there are plenty of things I’ve done sexually that I couldn’t have predicted when I was a much younger woman.  Not only have I done these things, I enjoyed them.  Had someone told me that I would not only try anal sex but often request it of Jack, I wouldn’t have believed it.  Had someone told me that I would perform sexually on webcam and in person, I would have balked, as it didn’t fit into the tidy paradigm of what I thought sex was supposed to be.  Had someone told me that I would eat pussy, or have a threesome, I probably wouldn’t have believed that either.  The idea of watching my husband interact sexually with another woman wasn’t something I would have been okay with when I was first becoming a sexual being.  Had someone told me that I would enjoy being fisted, I probably would have asked what the hell that meant.

4. Do you blend BDSM in to your relationship? If yes, just in the bedroom or in other areas of your life? Explain.
Our BDSM experience is limited to very basic stuff so far.  I’ve been blindfolded, I’ve been tied up (just wrists and ankles, usually with handcuffs), and I’ve been spanked.  That’s about it.

5. Does the thought of your partner/significant other having sex with another person turn you on? Would you want to watch the act? Would you like to join in?
When we’ve had threesomes, I really enjoyed watching Jack give and receive oral sex, because I’ve received oral from and given oral to him, and I knew what our third was experiencing.  It was realy hot.  So far, that’s all we’ve done.  I haven’t ruled out watching him actually fuck another woman, but it’s not something that is imminent.  The fantasy is hot, but I don’t know how I’d feel watching it actually happen.  And yes, I did join in.

Bonus: Fill in the blanks.
I like it _____ on the outside and ______ in the middle.
I like it when it’s us on the outside and you in the middle, provided you’re a hot chick who likes to play with couples.

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Metal Monday

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On Saturday night we took some pictures for Sinful Sunday involving the wrought iron headboard in the guest room where we’re staying.  We decided to have a little fun and got this shot as well.
-Jill

Sunday Scoreboard: Week 3

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If you’re looking for our Sinful Sunday, it can be found here.


Sunday, February 12

I woke early this morning.  The baby was still asleep, so I stroked Jack’s cock until he was up (in both senses of the word), and then rode him hard and fast, drenching his chest and his legs.  After I came it was his turn, and although I wanted to feel him inside me, I thought some head was in order first.  I kissed my way down his chest to his cock, savoring the taste of myself as I pleasured him.

He was very close to climax, so I let him cool off, then got on my hands and knees for some doggy style.  He mounted me from behind and pulled my hair, just the way he knows I like it.  It didn’t take him long to cum, and when he did he pulled out and stroked his cock, erupting all over my ass and down my back.  The baby woke minutes later, and I let him tend to her while I took a shower.

We ran errands Sunday afternoon, and the baby fell asleep just as we arrived home.  After putting her in her bed, Jack and I lay in bed and read some sexy blogs.  That really turned us on, and we started making out.  Jack took off my jeans and fingered me, then found my G-spot.  Although it’s difficult to focus on anything when I’m having my G-spot stimulated, I managed to tell him to get the Liberator Throe.  Once it was underneath me, he resumed, and I came.  He went down on me, and I had a couple more.  Thank goodness for the Throe, because without it we would have have to change the sheets for sure.

We worried that the baby would be awake soon, so we had sex in the missionary position, and Jack came in my mouth.  Then we dozed off and had a nice nap.  The baby stayed asleep until at least an hour after we woke.  That night, I got off by hand before bed.  When Jack came to bed awhile after I did, he did too.

Monday, February 13

I had to be at work early, and had resigned myself to skipping my orgasm in the shower.  But while I worked out this morning it was all I could think about.  When I got home, I found that Jack and the baby were already awake.  He said he’d get her dressed and ready, which afforded me an extra five minutes, which was all I needed.  I didn’t have a lot of time to fantasize or anything, and I probably didn’t need the mental stimulation, but I did find myself briefly thinking about having my pussy licked.  I came quickly.

After my shower, I spent a few minutes making out with Jack while the baby ate breakfast in her high chair.  After I left, Jack got the baby settled, and then got off while admiring some pictures emailed to us by a friend.

When I got home that afternoon I found the baby asleep on our bed, where Jack had put her down.  We decided to fool around on the couch.  Jack went down on me and fingered my clit, and after I came we had sex on the floor of the baby’s bedroom.  (Hey, don’t judge us!)

That night, I received some pictures from another friend, and had some fun with my Eroscillator while admiring them.  (Can you tell we like sexy pictures?)

Tuesday, February 14

Valentine’s Day!  A day to express love and affection for one’s partner, engage in ostentatious displays of affection, and have great sex!  Or, as we call it, just another day.

I had another great showerhead orgasm before work, and Jack managed to avoid putting the baby down for a nap until around 3:30 or 4pm.  I was home by 4:30, and found Jack in our bedroom.  He was naked, hard, and very horny.  There was no seduction scene of the sort you might experience on Valentine’s Day, with champagne and rose petals.  By now you must know that we are far more likely to do such a thing on a random day anyway.  But Jack did find the time to clean our bedroom.  This is the sort of thing that makes my panties damp.

We watched some porn and had sex in the reverse cowgirl position.  Sometimes I think I like this position more than cowgirl because as much as Jack and I enjoy looking at each other during sex, there’s something really appealing about positions where there is no eye contact.  Plus, when I’m riding Jack in this position his cock hits my G-spot perfectly, and if I really grind on him it triggers a very intense orgasm.  This time, we did need to change the sheets.

Before we did, though, we made the smoothest transition between positions we’ve ever made.  Jack literally flipped us over so that I was on my stomach and he was behind me, without slipping out.  The only thing that would have made it cooler is if he somehow maneuvered us from there to missionary position.  We did doggy style, and I came again.  We finished up in the missionary position, kissing deeply as Jack came inside me.

After the baby woke, we went to dinner.  That night, after the baby was down for the night, we enjoyed another round, this time on the balcony.  Jack leaned me up against the edge of the balcony and gave me head until I came, shuddering and moaning in the cool night air.  I wasn’t expecting to have an orgasm, as I prefer to be on my back or on all fours when I get head.  It was his turn next, so I returned the favor.  As I said in the first Sunday Scoreboard post, Jack really seems to get off quickly when I give him a blowjob out on the balcony.  It didn’t take me long at all to get my reward.

Wednesday, February 15

I slept late this morning and had to skip the orgasm.  I had a shitty day and I’m pretty sure that was why.  When I came home the baby was asleep, and Jack was edging and ready for sex.  He went down on me and stimulated my G-spot.  After I came, I wanted him to cum as well, but he said he wasn’t done with me yet.  I had two more orgasms from oral and fingering, and then I rode him.

After I was through cumming, Jack fucked me from behind while I was bent over the bed.  The baby woke up in the middle, so I put her on the couch with the television on, and books and toys  nearby.  I returned to the bed and let Jack continue having his way with me.  He came in my mouth, and then I gave him a blowjob and he came again.

Usually, when we leave the baby on the couch, Jack worries that she will come bounding down the hall and into our room, as she is only willing to sit alone for a limited time before she comes looking for Mommy and Daddy.  Thus I was surprised that Jack was able to relax and concentrate on the sex.  When we were getting washed up and dressed afterwards, he said he was surprised that she didn’t throw a fit when I put her in the playpen.  That’s when I told him that she wasn’t in the playpen.

Thursday, February 16

I had a few extra minutes this morning, so I decided to take my time in the shower.  I started off with one of my waterproof toys, and lost myself in a really hot MFM fantasy while I used it on my clit.  As it got more intense I put the toy inside me and used the showerhead on my clit.  That got me off quickly, and I found myself sinking slowly to the shower floor, the showerhead swaying back and forth, spraying water everywhere.  Now that was an orgasm!

The baby slept in a bit, and much to Jack’s frustration she woke up right before he could get off.  She also didn’t nap until around three or three-thirty, and by that point Jack was tired.  When I got home, we had a quickie: I used my Eroscillator while Jack went down on me, and then we had sex in the missionary position.

That night I fell asleep while putting the baby to bed.  Jack was horny, and read some sex blogs while masturbating.  He got off four times in about an hour and a half, and still fucked me pretty good once I woke up.  His orgasm wasn’t quite as voluminous as it usually is, for obvious reasons.

Friday, February 17

We both got off in the shower this morning, although not at the same time.  I spent the afternoon having a very arousing DM conversation (on Twitter), and found myself very wet and tingly as a result.  I’ve made a note to throw a spare pair of panties into my desk at work.

I was hoping that the baby would be asleep when I got home, as she was every other day this week.  No suck luck, though.  She was wide awake, and Jack was tired.  Of course, my husband isn’t the kind of guy who’d rather nap than have sex, and we ended up putting the baby into her playpen with some toys and books while we had a quickie.

Although the baby didn’t nap at all, Jack did.  We had a two-hour road trip ahead of us, and he was driving, so I thought it best to let him get some sleep.  The baby was playing contentedly, and I took advantage of the quiet and got myself off with my Eroscillator.

As soon as we set out on our drive, the baby fell fast asleep.  I had one of my vibrators with me, so I decided to test Jack’s concentration by masturbating in the passenger seat while listening to Lady Grinning Soul read my story Open Box on her Christmas Podcast.  I came hard, moaning and sputtering with my release.  Jack did a very good job concentrating on the road, all things considered.  The only time he wavered a little bit was when I withdrew my toy and licked and sucked it clean.  All things considered, he did a very good job refraining from pulling over and fucking my brains out.

Saturday, February 18

We got to bed late Friday night, and were both too tired for sex.  But as we were staying with Jack’s parents, it was assured that we would have the morning to ourselves.  My in-laws kept the baby occupied while we slept in, and then had sex and even showered together afterwards.  It had been way too long since we’d been able to shower together in the morning.  Usually when we manage to shower together it’s after sex, if the baby’s sleeping.  It’s usually just some post-coital cuddling under the spray.  So when we have the chance to actually wash each other I really appreciate it.

After breakfast, Jack’s parents took the baby to the park.  We knew they’d be gone awhile, so we had some more sex.  We’d had plans to meet up with Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega, though not until later in the evening.  But while we lay there enjoying the afterglow, Mia texted Jack and suggested we come over earlier.

The rest of Saturday was quite busy, but we ended the night – and this week – on a happy note. We retired to the guest room and took our Sinful Sunday pictures, which involved tying my wrists to the headboard. While I was tied in place, Jack fucked me quickly, both of us aware that the guest room door has no lock, and though the baby was asleep, neither of Jack’s parents were. Fortunately, unlike last Saturday, we were not disturbed.

Why No Sex-Positive American Should Ever Vote Republican*

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This week, in the opening remarks to his Savage Love Podcast, columnist Dan Savage examined the religious right’s crusade against human sexuality.  As Dan is wont to do, he presented a very good argument for not voting Republican.

We all know single-issue voters, people who vote for a candidate based on said candidate’s position on one issue without considering any other factor.  Gun owners are notorious for voting for Republican candidates who promise to protect their right to bear arms.  An acquaintance of mine is a union laborer and probably should vote Democrat for the sake of his livelihood.  However, because he fears more than anything – including unemployment, apparently – the forcible removal of his guns, he routinely votes Republican.  This doesn’t make much sense, does it?
Well, I happen to be a single-issue voter myself, or very close to it.  The issue that influences my political leanings the most is sex positivity.  By that I refer to the right of a woman to choose abortion, availability of birth control, and marriage equality.  I cite these issues specifically as, during an election year, they are ones that are at the forefront of American politics.  Additionally, I cite these issues because they are important to me.  I’m sure the argument can be made that, as a business owner, I should vote Republican.  But like the aforementioned gun-owning union laborer, I am too focused on protecting our quickly-evaporating sexual freedoms to consider anything else.  
A Republican administration might lower my taxes and save me money, but this money would be akin to blood money.  A financial windfall wouldn’t mean anything if my friends and loved ones are unable to enjoy basic human rights including the right to marry, and if the women in my life can’t depend on birth control.
As you can imagine, the importance of these issues precludes me from voting for Republican candidates.  That is not to say that I would never vote Republican, but there would have to be a very compelling reason to do so, and I can’t think of anything logical that would make me support a Republican candidate.  I suppose that if Charles Manson was released from prison and despite his status as a convicted felon somehow ran for President of the United States on the Democratic ticket, I would have to vote for the opposition.  Unless it was Rick Santorum.
This man is a frothy mix of hatred, social ignorance, and fear of sex.
It’s easy to look at someone like Rick Santorum and, taking his comments about homosexuality into account, believe that the religious right’s crusade against sexuality is limited to LGBT individuals.  But this couldn’t be more wrong.  Once upon a time I believed that anti-sodomy laws, i.e. legislation that turns consensual oral and anal sex into a crime, were designed to oppress gays who, by definition, don’t engage in penile-vaginal intercourse.  This misconception didn’t make these laws any easier to accept; consenting adults should have the right to do whatever they want in the privacy of their own bedrooms, shouldn’t they?

While I was aware that the religious right had it out for gays, I assumed that being straight meant that I was in the clear.  I took comfort in the belief that, if I happened to be traveling through the Deep South and decided to have anal sex with Jill in our motel room, the fat Southern sheriff sitting in a surveillance van watching our antics on a closed-circuit monitor would clearly see that one of us was female and disregard us.  Right?
Probably not.  As Dan Savage points out in this week’s podcast, the religious right seeks to prevent everyone from having recreational (i.e. non-procreational) sex.  Evidence for this can be found not only in anti-sodomy legislation, but also in the right’s crusade against abortion and birth control.  It’s not that the religious fundamentalists here in the United States expect women to stop getting pregnant and seeking abortions should they be outlawed; likely they understand that the only sort of abortion available would be a so-called “back alley” abortion, an often life-threatening medical procedure carried out by unqualified personnel in unsafe conditions.  
This raises a thought-provoking and almost unfathomable question:  Does the religious right want women to die?  I’m inclined to say yes.  Perhaps not all women; those who deny their sexual desire and do not take initiative are probably safe.  Those who fall into the traditionally-approved female role are unlikely to incur fundamentalist wrath.  However, in the eyes of the religious right, those who have sex for purposes other than procreation, or those who become pregnant and choose to terminate their pregnancy should be punished for this transgression.
The outlawing of abortion serves a twofold purpose: Beyond forcing pregnant women to either carry the baby to term or risk grievous injury or death undergoing an unsafe abortion, it would also, ideally, cow women into toeing the line.  In truth, no one will be cowed, as the human impulse toward sexual behavior is considerable.
Just because someone is against contraception doesn’t mean that he or she will never need to use some form thereof.  Just because someone demonstrates outside of Planned Parenthood doesn’t mean that he or she will never have cause to seek out an abortion.  People from oppressive conservative religious and political backgrounds frequently find themselves or their significant others pregnant unexpectedly.  Denying one’s sexual impulses doesn’t make them nonexistent; instead it makes one less likely to prepare for sexual activity beforehand.  As a result, such people are unlikely to use birth control or carry condoms.  
Everyone has sexual urges.  It’s natural and healthy, and I would have thought that those who believe so strongly in God might believe that He deliberately included sex when He created us.  After all, even an atheist like myself is inclined to acknowledge (albeit tongue-in-cheek) that something as wonderful as sex can only be a gift from God.  Unfortunately, by denying their sexual sides in some cases until the point of penetration, the religious among us have to suffer not only by carrying a baby to term and raising it, or aborting it; but also the shame that comes from living in a conservative environment and being an unwed mother or someone who’s undergone an abortion.
The thing I want everyone to remember is this:  The conservative politicians running on platforms of social conservatism and so-called family values don’t care about you.  They only want your vote.  They will get into bed with religious zealots who want to control not only how you live and who you fuck, but also what you think.  These politicians will continue to have affairs while simultaneously decrying the moral collapse of American society, and when their staffers get pregnant they will pay for the abortions.
-Jack
*We get political sometimes.  It happens.  It is our belief that one can’t run a sex blog in America without occasionally thinking – if not blogging – about politics.  It is not our intention to offend, but rather to drag the issue into the spotlight and, in doing so, to force our fellow American voters to take action.  If you don’t, you shouldn’t complain when you wake up one morning and discover that your rights have been taken away.

Formspring Friday: How to Turn Us On (and Off)

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If you’re looking for our Flash Fiction Friday, it can be found here.

What’s the biggest turn on and turn off in the opposite sex? Same sex? 

Jack’s Answer

For me, the biggest turn-on about a member of the opposite sex is a really nice ass.  While the first thing I notice in a woman (as well as the thing I will spend most of my time looking at) is the face, the aspect of a woman that excites me the most is her ass.  I know I’ve claimed to value intelligence, open-mindedness, and personality above all else, and I really do appreciate these things.  But a shapely ass is definitely my biggest turn-on, at least physically.  I’d like to state explicitly that I am not turned off by a woman with a less-shapely ass, nor would I find the prospect of doggy style sex with such a woman unpleasant in the least.

The thing that most turns me off in a member of the opposite sex is actually several internal factors, including negative attitude, ignorance, lack of personality, and bigotry or prejudice.  When it comes to physical attraction there are countless variations that I find appealing.  I can’t think of anything in the physical realm that is a deal-breaker for me.  However, a woman who brings to the table the aforementioned internal factors will be hard-pressed to hold my interest long enough for sex to occur.  I wish I could say that I have never dated or slept with a woman who suffered from this particular affliction, but I most certainly have.  However, I usually didn’t respect myself for it afterwards.

As for what turns me on most in a member of my own sex, this is a difficult question to answer.  I identify as straight, and thus I don’t usually think of men as being able to turn me on.  I spent some time pondering this question, really thinking critically, in the hopes of coming up with an honest and interesting answer.  Speaking from a non-sexual viewpoint, I find men easiest to get along with if we share an appreciation for similar things, including the same types of entertainment, and geek culture in general.  Ideally we should have things in common, and be able to talk about various issues over a couple pints.  That is not to say that we must have the exact same views on the issues; I have friends who are politically and spiritually quite different from myself, and we get along well.

The biggest turn-off in a man is the exact same as it is in a woman, in particular willful ignorance.  Moreso than when I was younger, I find it hard to be friends with someone I don’t respect, and I can’t respect someone who adopts the herd mentality and refuses to think for himself.  Surrounding myself with ignorant friends might make me the Alpha of our group, but I don’t value Alpha status enough to seek out the ignorant for the purposes of friendship.

Jill’s Answer

The thing that turns me on the most in men is the face, especially eyes and smile.  I am attracted to men who have sexy eyes and a confident smile.  If they make eye contact with me and smile when we talk, they come off as genuine and honest.  It makes me feel good to be in the presence of men like this.  Bonus points if they have cute little dimples.

The biggest turn-off for me in a man is bad hygiene, especially bad breath and body odor.  I don’t care how cute or charming a guy is, if he stinks I will never find him attractive.  (I also feel this way about women, but in women it’s not the biggest turn-off for me.)  The opposite is also true:  A man who smells really good will probably turn me on because of it.

As with men, the biggest turn-on for me in a woman is also their faces.  I love a woman with pretty eyes and a sexy smile.  But if I have to come up with a unique answer, I will say breasts.  It doesn’t matter how big they are, or what size, shape, or firmness.  I just like breasts.  They are so much fun to look at and touch.

The thing that turns me off the most in women is cattiness.  I’m not talking about bitchiness.  When I think “bitchy” I think of women who are strong-willed, and who stand up for themselves and speak their minds.  People usually call this kind of woman bitchy, but I respect them for their strength.  I’m talking about women who are malicious and underhanded, and who are out to hurt others.  I can’t be friends with this kind of person, let alone be turned on by them.

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!

Flash Fiction Friday: Flower Girl

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Stacy loved flowers.

As soon as she saw the long-stemmed crimson roses in his hand, she pulled him down the hall toward the bedroom.  She didn’t even bother smelling them, or reading the folded note tucked into the bouquet.  She cast open the door, stripped off his clothes, and flung him onto the bed.

The roses were forgotten, leaves and petals strewn chaotically about the mattress and the floor.  Stacy doffed her own clothing and climbed upon the bed to have her way with him.

Some days, thought Bill, being a flower delivery boy sure is worth it. (98)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes

Some weeks, I find that writing a Flash Fiction Friday story that does the prompt photo justice, includes the required phrase or word, and does not exceed the limit, is easier than others.  I wrote this story in four minutes, as once I determined where it was headed the words flowed very easily.  However, determining this path, and especially the twist at the end, proved challenging.

Knowing that the required word was “folded”, and taking into account her position relative to the man, I considered taking the obvious route and using “folded” to describe her body.  I decided against it relatively quickly, and instead considered other uses for the word.  Somehow I hadn’t noticed the flowers adjacent to the man’s knee, and when I did it made sense that “folded” could refer to a love note included in a bouquet of flowers.

Unwilling to write about a simple, straightforward tryst inspired by a gift of roses, I considered other angles.  In each possible idea, the two people pictured were not necessarily the giver and the recipient of the flowers; I wanted there to be a surprise at the end.  However, none of the ideas I came up with were exactly what I wanted them to be.  I thought about it for awhile, and then it hit me, almost ridiculous in its obviousness:  The recipient fucks the delivery boy.

Deleted Scenes

As with last week, there wasn’t anything that I couldn’t fit, even given the double-digit word limit.  Initially, I inadvertently omitted reference to the folded note, and in order to make it fit I had to remove a few arguably unnecessary words.  I tend to write in a florid style to begin with, and conforming to a word limit forces me to keep my writing leaner than it would be otherwise.

Soundtrack

Given the subject matter, I think “Kiss From a Rose” by Seal is a pretty good choice.

If you’d like to take part in the fun, or see who else participated this week, check out Erotic Flash Fiction Friday.

The Naughty Hangout: Sundae, Lovely Sundae

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This week’s theme at The Naughty Hangout is “yummy”.  We love food just about as much as we do sex.  We don’t often mix the two, but when we do it’s pretty tasty.

Head over to The Naughty Hangout and see who else participated this week!

-Jill

Sub Text: Honey Flick’s Tale

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You lie on the bed, Jill and I pleasuring you alternately.  One of us caresses and sucks your breasts whilst the other devours your pussy, and then we switch.  There’s no hiding your arousal; the puddle beneath your beautiful ass is large and growing larger.  We bring you to the brink of orgasm repeatedly and then stop.

You beg us to let you cum, but it’s our turn first.  Jill replaces you on the bed, lying on her back whilst you lap hungrily at her clit.  You try to finger her, but we decide that you can only use your mouth, so I hold your hands tightly behind your back as you devour her.  Apparently you do a very good job, because Jill cums quickly, her orgasm so intense that soon your face is as wet as the bedsheets.  Jill purrs contentedly.

As it is now my turn, you ask what I’d like.  I climb onto the bed and pull you up to your knees.  Your mouth is exactly level with my cock, and needing no further instruction you open wide and swallow me to the base.  I can feel it reach the back of your throat, and you slide your lips up to the head and then back down.  I meet every movement of your mouth with an equal movement of my hips, and soon I am fucking your throat with great excitement.  Despite this, you are not a passive participant.  I now see for myself exactly why Jill came so quickly; you’ve got incredible talents, and I’m sure I won’t last long.

I signal my orgasm with an unintentional moan, and you place your hands on my ass, drawing my cock ever deeper into your mouth.  As I ejaculate you betray your hunger with satisfied sounds, swallowing my cum with great delight.  These sounds soon turn into moans of pleasure, and I realize as I pull out of your slippery mouth that Jill is fingering your pussy.  I watch, my cock remaining fully engorged thanks to the sight before me.

As your arousal builds, you ask us if you may cum.  You’ve done your job well, and we graciously give you our permission.  With that, your pussy clamps down on Jills hand, and you let loose with a great flood of wetness that soaks her forearm to the elbow.  You moan heartily before collapsing face-down on the mattress.  Looking down at your quivering body, I gaze lustfully at your ass, exposed invitingly.  Our adventure is just beginning.

Note: This story was adapted from an email exchange with Honey Flick. See who else is being wanton this week!


Retro HNT: Face Down

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“Face Down”, posted March 18, 2010

In 2010, we posted fifty-two straight 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.

Note: This is our 300th published post!  Go us!