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.

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(Source image: unknown title, photo by Mina Bast)

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.

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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

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!

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!

It’s the Half-naked-winged-man-in-his-undies-carrying-a-bow-and-arrow day.

Because it’s not always about sex with us.


-Jill

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

Tuesday, February 7

Even though my pussy was no longer tender, I got off with my toy again, rather than the showerhead.  It took me longer to climax, and I ran late for work, but I had a great day at least in part because of my orgasm.  I even had a nice little fantasy about a fellow blogger I flirted with the day before.  Sometimes the showerhead gets me off so quickly that I just don’t have the time to fantasize.  After I left, Jack got the baby up, dressed, and fed, and left her watching a little TV while he got off looking at sexy blogs and #tittytuesday pictures on Twitter.  He came again later that afternoon while the baby napped as well.  I know that it’s uncommon for Jack to masturbate more than once in a single day, and I’m always glad when he finds the time.  I’m gladder still when he texts me to tell me what he’s doing, or better yet, sends me a picture.

After the baby had gone to sleep, we started fooling around on the couch in the living room.  One of our daughter’s weird electronic toys kept making noise, so we moved into the bedroom where there are far fewer distractions.  Jack fingered my pussy while going down on me, and I came several times (one huge one, and then a few aftershocks).  I was totally relaxed and satisfied, so it was Jack’s turn.  I bent over the bed and he fucked me from behind, and then we climbed up on the bed to continue with doggy style.  I wanted Jack to cum on me, so we transitioned into missionary, and when he came he hopped up to his feet, stood over me, and stroked himself to completion.  Needless to say, a shower followed.

Later that night while I slept, Jack lay beside me and got himself off one more time.  I’m a pretty sound sleeper, especially when I’m exhausted, as I was on Tuesday.  In fact, the only reason I know he did this is that I found a picture of him doing it in my incoming texts when I woke on Wednesday morning.

Wednesday, February 8

I was off work today, so my morning was much more leisurely than it usually is, despite the fact that the baby was up really early.  I didn’t get off in the shower.  Instead, Jack and I had sex out on our balcony while the baby played and read books in her room.  We had almost ninety minutes to ourselves, so we started with Jack fingering me and then fucking me up against the balcony wall.  (It’s more of a deck, I guess.  There isn’t a railing or anything.  I’m honestly not sure what to call it.)  After I came I gave Jack head, but stopped before he came and he fucked me.  When he came he pulled out and I stroked his cock up against my tits.  So hot!

I started my day with another shower orgasm, this one with the showerhead.  Jack had two orgasms, both during the baby’s nap.  We were occupied with non-sexual things during the evening, and it wasn’t until around one AM that we actually had sex.  It was more or less a quickie, but we both came.  I had three orgasms from a combination of fingering, oral, and my Erosicillator.  Jack fucked me doggy style, and came in my mouth.  

Friday, February 10

We both got off in the shower this morning, albeit an hour or so apart.  Although we were heading out of town to visit Jack’s aunt and uncle, we managed a quickie as soon as I got home from work.  Unfortunately, the baby woke shortly after I walked in, and we put her in her playpen with some toys and books within reach, and cartoons on the television.  I’d given Jack a suggestion of what I wanted to do (“I’m going to get off while sucking your cock, then you’re going to explode down my throat”), and he didn’t object.  I used my Eroscillator, and I came shortly before Jack did.  When we were finished we took a shower, and I noticed that I’d left a pretty big hickey on Jack’s neck.  We ended up leaving about an hour and fifteen minutes later than we initially planned, but neither of us was complaining.

We never have sex under the covers.  Actually, I’m not sure if that’s true.  We’ve probably had sex under the covers, but it happens so seldom that we can probably say “never” and be guilty only of a slight exaggeration.  Actually, we’ve never really understood the practice of burying oneself under bedsheets and blankets in order to have sex.  It seems far too constrictive, it completely hampers our ability to see each other, and if it’s cold, chances are we’re generating enough body heat to forego the covers anyway.

This is not Jill in her ghost costume from last Halloween, but rather our interpretation of this week’s Sinful Sunday theme, “Underneath”.  Actually, our interpretation lies – where else? – underneath the image below.  Click and see!

This is a competition entry.

According to the stats feature, six of the top ten search terms for our blog over the past month have in some way involved Jennifer Connelly and the 2001 Darren Aronofsky film Requiem For a Dream.  If you’ve seen the film, you know that it features a scene in which Connelly and another woman share a double ended dildo.

Question #22 of the survey asked for a film that is “technically outside the horror genre” but which one “might still feel comfortable describing as a horror film”.  I chose Requiem For a Dream, and described it thusly:

The film deals with addiction, obsession and insanity, and features some of the most unsettling subject matter and downright horrific imagery I’ve ever seen in a non-horror film.  The prospect of watching Jennifer Connelly – Cliff Secord’s Jenny! – go ass-to-ass with another comely heroin addict may sound alluring, but the film is grueling and leaves the viewer in need of detox afterwards.