Fun in the Park

She pulled into an open parking space and waited.

She was early.  It was six minutes to eight o'clock, and the sun was overhead.  The car park was nearly deserted, not just here at the top level, where her car must have stood out like a sore thumb among the empty spaces; but on the lower decks, where she counted at most six vacant cars, all likely left behind by bar patrons who'd wisely called cabs the night before.

She regarded the red bag on the seat next to her. It was large, ornate, and tied with shiny ribbon.  She'd gotten it from a locker at the train station, led there by His explicit instructions.  It wasn't heavy, and she had spent the last four days wondering what was inside.  She didn't dare peek through the ribbon and tissue paper within.  She knew she'd be punished if she did.

At eight o'clock, her phone rang.  She put the call on speaker and set the phone on her dashboard.  His familiar voice told her to open her gift, and she carefully untied the pretty red ribbons that held the handles together.  When that was done, she opened the bag and withdrew a few sheets of pink tissue, which she set down on the passenger seat.  At last, she peered inside.

A silky black camisole and matching thong waited inside.  Beneath them was a pair of black fishnet stockings.  She waited for His command before she took them out of the bag, and once it was given she enjoyed their softness in her hands.  She thanked Master for His generosity, then realized with equal measures of shock and excitement what was coming next.  His words sounded through the speaker less than a second later.

"Put them on."  His voice was neutral, noncommittal, but it was all she had of Him.  She didn't know His name, or even what He looked like.  They'd met online - she considered that strange, as they hadn't actually met, had they? - and communicated exclusively through e-mail and instant messenger conversations for weeks.  She didn't even hear His voice until they'd been playing together for three months.  That was how He wanted it.

She put on Master's gift.  It wasn't easy to change her clothes in the driver's seat, especially when a security patrol car passed on its regular rounds.  Master was most insistent that she stop what she was doing in order to avoid arousing the security guard's suspicions.  She paused, took her phone in hand and made a show of having a conversation.  The car didn't slow down as it passed, and once it was out of sight she continued.

After she had put on the lingerie Master had given her, she was ready for her next task.  She knew exactly what He would tell her to do, and she was eager.  But she'd never start without His permission.

"Play with your pussy."

Her fingers met her lips, just a tentative touch at first.  She knew better than to get too worked up too quickly.  This might take hours, though considering her arousal she hoped not.  She'd already soaked her new panties, and she knew she was on her way to doing the same with the upholstery.  She continued to play, deliberately avoiding her clit.  She hadn't been told to touch it yet, and if she disobeyed, He would know.

The car park was nearly surrounded by high-rise office buildings.  She didn't know where Master worked; He didn't volunteer that information, and she knew better than to ask.  But it was obvious that He'd chosen this location for her because it provided Him with a good vantage point.  And arranging this meeting of sorts on a Sunday morning ensured that only He would get to enjoy her.

"Lower your camisole", He said, "and play with your nipples."

She did as she was told.  She didn't want to take her hand off of her pussy, but a command was a command.  She caressed her breasts for a moment, then realized that He hadn't told her to do that.  She squeezed her nipples between her fingers, feeling the already-hard peaks stiffen further.

"Very good, slut.  Play with your pussy again."

When she raised the straps of the camisole onto her shoulders, she was met with a sharp rebuke.

"I didn't tell you to cover up."  She apologized, and once again lowered the straps.  He repeated His order to touch herself.  She did.  Her fingers traced the soft, delicate folds, collecting wetness on their tips.  He didn't tell her to stay away from her clit, but He didn't have to.  She knew that when He wanted her to touch her clit, He would tell her so.  He said nothing further and, taking His silence as an implied order, she continued what she was doing.

She enjoyed the pleasure she was feeling, not only the pleasure of touching her pussy, but the pleasure she derived from obeying Master.  But she wasn't sure how long she could go without giving in and indulging her aching, throbbing clit.  In her heart, she knew she had to hold out for as long as Master wanted her to.  No matter how long He made her wait, eventually He always let her cum.

When she noticed the security patrol car in her rear view mirror, her heart almost leaped from her chest.  This time, the car was stopped right behind her own.  She didn't want to panic, but she stopped playing and picked up her phone.  By now, the security guard had exited the car.

She spoke breathlessly into the phone.  "What do I do?"  Master didn't answer her.  She looked around for something to cover up with, and grabbed the blouse she had earlier removed.  As she tried to wrap it around herself, she called out to Master again, with desperation in her voice.

The security guard tapped on the window.  She rolled it down.

He spoke: "You can touch your clit now."

-Jack

Go see who else is being wanton this week!

Retro HNT: At last, my love has come along...

"At last, my love has come along...", posted April 1, 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.

TMI Tuesday: February 28, 2012 - Sex & Romance

This week’s TMI Tuesday is about sex and romance. Who doesn’t enjoy a little romance or the art of seduction before engaging in sex? Often times the prelude is better than the actual ‘event’.

Jack's Answers

1. You are sitting alone in a restaurant because your lunch date is late. Do you:

a) Throw something and then make out with the waiter.

b) Check to make sure he or she didn’t get into an accident, then wait patiently for two hours and use the time to compose a love song or poem.

c) Send a nasty text followed up by a voice mail telling him/her that “romance is dead and so are you!”

d) Wait for 20 minutes, and then text-message a pal to join you for lunch.

It probably depends on how long I've been dating this person.  If it's someone I'm supposed to meet for the first time, I'll give her twenty minutes.  But I have a cell phone, and I'm guessing that, like every other human being on the planet, she has one too.  So if she's running late and didn't bother to call, she'd better be severely injured, or really hot.  After the twenty minutes are up, I'd probably get out of there.  If I know someone who's nearby and might want to have lunch with me, I suppose I'd call her.  But we'd likely go elsewhere; nothing would be worse than to have the tardy date walk into the restaurant and catch me eating with another woman.  Especially if she's got a valid reason for being late and not calling.

This is what happened the last time I was stood up in a restaurant. 

2. What’s more important, a romantic relationship or your career?
I'm going to say that a romantic relationship is more important.  At different times in our relationship and our marriage, both Jill and I relocated for the sake of the other's career, leaving behind our own.  I should also point out that, when we were dating, I moved a few hours away from Jill for a business opportunity.  We had been together a little over a year.  There was no explicit commitment.  By all rights, she probably should have dumped me.  In that instance, while I had every intention of staying with her, I suppose it can be said that I chose my career over our relationship.

3. You love to role play in the bedroom, which one of these is more likely to be your kink?
a. Doctor and the naughty nurse
b. You’re the gardener, I’m the hoe
c. Persnickety principal and the wayward pupil that needs a spanking
d. Me Tarzan, you Jane
e. Scattered-brain boss and the seductive secretary
Right now I'm inclined to go with (a).  I'm not sure why, but the medical setting seems most conducive to sex.  Last week I had a dental appointment, and for whatever reason, as soon as they reclined me to a horizontal position, I was seriously rock-hard.  I stayed that way for the entire hour-and-a-half appointment.

Maybe we're doing it wrong.

4. When you want sex, who tends to make the first move?

a. Me! I like to go for what I want.

b. It varies. Sometimes my partner/significant other/date or sometimes me.

c. Oh definitely the other person. Even if I want it, I’m not about to admit such a thing.

d. I drop subtle hints hoping he/she will pick up on it.

Definitely (b).  Jill and I seem to initiate sex equally at different times.

5. When it comes to lovemaking, select the answer that best describes you/your attitudes
a. vanilla – meets society’s middle of the road standards
b. adventurous
c. kinky
d. trisexual – I will try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.  –Mae West
Relatively speaking, I consider us to be (c), kinky.  Granted, I'm sure there are those who see us as comparatively vanilla - but there are certainly those who would view our sexual escapades as beyond adventurous.

6. You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear?
Without getting specific, it would be something equal parts flirty and intelligent.  While trying to answer this question, I found myself at a loss.  Jill pointed out that I spend a good part of the typical weekday whispering - sorry, Tweeting - such sweet nothings into the virtual ears of various online friends.  If you're one of these friends, and I've managed to dampen your panties with a carefully-chosen word or two, what did I say?

Bonus: What’s your idea of a romantic getaway?
Jill and I in a secluded cabin with a warm fire, a king-size bed, a few bottles of pinot noir, and nowhere to be.


Jill's Answers

1. You are sitting alone in a restaurant because your lunch date is late. Do you:
a) Throw something and then make out with the waiter.
b) Check to make sure he or she didn’t get into an accident, then wait patiently for two hours and use the time to compose a love song or poem.
c) Send a nasty text followed up by a voice mail telling him/her that “romance is dead and so are you!”
d) Wait for 20 minutes, and then text-message a pal to join you for lunch.
I would probably go with (d).  I'd wait twenty minutes, but then if I hadn't heard from my date I'd probably leave.  I guess if it was somewhere I really wanted to eat, I might order food or call a friend to join me, but really, I don't want to be there when the thoughtless asshole shows up forty-five minutes late.  Realistically I'm just going to get the hell out of there.

2. What’s more important, a romantic relationship or your career?
My career is very important for my own economic livelihood.  Fortunately I'm in a situation where I can have both a romantic relationship and a career.  I enjoy what I do very much, but if I had the opportunity to be in a relationship where I was guaranteed life-long financial support, I would happily give up my career and live a life of leisure.

3. You love to role play in the bedroom, which one of these is more likely to be your kink?
a. Doctor and the naughty nurse
b. You’re the gardener, I’m the hoe
c. Persnickety principal and the wayward pupil that needs a spanking
d. Me Tarzan, you Jane
e. Scattered-brain boss and the seductive secretary
Of these, the doctor and nurse scenario described in (a) sounds the most appealing.  This fantasy situation includes beds, desks, operating tables, and other horizontal surfaces on which one could lie down or be bent over.  Plus I assume there would be restraints, and lots of probing.  I like these things.  Oh!  Plus if you get hungry there's a cafeteria downstairs!

We have a very active fantasy life. Don't you dare judge us. 

4. When you want sex, who tends to make the first move?
a. Me! I like to go for what I want
b. It varies. Sometimes my partner/significant other/date or sometimes me.
c. Oh definitely the other person. Even if I want it, I’m not about to admit such a thing.
d. I drop subtle hints hoping he/she will pick up on it.
It's usually (b).  While Jack and I are often on the same page sexually, we aren't mind readers.  Any one of
us is as likely to make the first move as the other.  However, sometimes one of us will drop a subtle hint, as
described in (d).


5. When it comes to lovemaking, select the answer that best describes you/your attitudes
a. vanilla – meets society’s middle of the road standards
b. adventurous
c. kinky
d. trisexual – I will try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.  –Mae West
I think we are mostly (b), adventurous.  I hesitate to describe us as (c), kinky, because when I think "kinky" I tend to think of BDSM and other activities in which we don't regularly participate.  I guess it's relative, though.  One person's vanilla is another person's kink, and vice versa.

6. You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear?
"I want to get naked with you."

Bonus: What’s your idea of a romantic getaway?
My ideal romantic getaway would be to hop on a plane and fly to a beautiful beach on the Mediterranean Sea.  We'd start with a walk on the beach as soon as we arrive, and then a romantic dinner, followed by a massage.  The rest of our getaway would feature lots of sex, followed by more walks on the beach.  And there's got to be chocolate-covered strawberries too.

Absent that, a little Legend of Zelda cosplay would be perfect.

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On Communication and Consent

Preach it, sister.

I haven't always been good at communication.  With all the social conditioning to which people are subjected, communication between men and women who know each other well isn't always easy.  But take two relative strangers and add to the mix the raging hormones of the typical teenager or young adult, and it's a wonder that communication is even possible in the first place.

Even when I learned to communicate - and I mean properly communicate, not simply nod and say "uh-huh" whenever a woman spoke to me - I wasn't an expert at reading signals.  Nor did I ever relish the prospect of having to wade through the thick brush of vagueness and misdirection to decipher the true meaning beneath the surface.

While perusing Sexis, the EdenFantasys online magazine, I came across an article entitled Have a Little Kink with Your Consent.  In it, the author discussed, amongst other things, how to make consent a part of sex play in such a way that it doesn't interfere with or damage the overall mood.

I attended college in the mid-1990s.  The sexual atmosphere post Clarence Thomas but pre Monicagate was one of extreme caution.  Predatory male monsters were everywhere, and the fear of sexual harassment, rape, and other penis-driven crimes had hitherto mild-mannered men everywhere wondering if they could be part of the problem.  The need for express written (i.e. explicit and provable) consent prior to sexual activity was drummed into our heads repeatedly.  It was almost an equation: Failing to obtain said consent might land you in a jail cell where you'd have to fend off similar advances.



Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating.  But only a little.  And I'm not in any way saying that caution is a bad thing, or that the situation was overblown; sexual assault and rape are very real, very serious crimes, and beyond them, the "blame the victim" mentality so prevalent in society is one of the most inexplicable and horrible phenomena I can think of.

But as an awkward eighteen-year-old newly arrived at an institution of higher learning, overwhelmed by major life changes and a course load that would intimidate Lewis Skolnick and Gilbert Lowe, it would have been nice if there had been some kind of decoder ring that could tell me when my advances were desired, and when "no" actually meant "no".  Because it didn't always.

Wait!  Before you unfollow our blog in disgust, hear me out.  Yes, we've all heard the anti-date rape ad campaigns insisting that no always means no.  And for the record, I always understood the meaning of the word, and I always respected it.  When I got a "no", whether sheepish and half-hearted or decisive and firm, that was the end of it.  It never even occurred to me that the woman I was with might not have meant it.

However, I can vividly recall three occasions in college where a woman asked me after the fact why I stopped.  Once it was on the phone after I got home.  Once it was the next day.  Once it was a month or more later.  Why did I stop?  Because you told me no!  It's frustrating to find out that you missed out on sex because you couldn't read a signal, although as far as signals go, "no" always seemed pretty definite to me.

It's for this reason that I've never been particularly fond of game-playing in the context of a dating relationship.  I'm aware of my own feelings, I respect them, and I don't see the point of conforming to some arbitrary standard of behavior imposed by society at large.  Additionally, I value honesty over all else.  Even when it's yielded things I couldn't have expected or didn't want to hear, I've always appreciated it.

I should point out that, with a handful of exceptions, the women I dated when I was single were the type who expected the man to initiate sex.  As the author of the article states,

Women (even sex positive feminists like me) are socially programmed not to want it, and not to ask for it. Taking personal responsibility for crossing that line into sex – the irreversible line that can make everything potentially weird and confusing – is terrifying, yet empowering. 

Because of this reluctance, there is sometimes an increased pressure on males to successfully traverse the uncertainty and get the job done.  In my opinion this is an unfair case of "damned if you do, damned if you don't".  As a proactive male with dominant leanings who would nonetheless never dream of inflicting himself on a possibly non-consenting partner, this presents problems.

Telling the story of a date with an overly consent-oriented male, the author describes feelings of frustration over her date's unwillingness to initiate physical contact without explicit consent:

This pattern continued as the night progressed. Long past the point that your average straight man would have made a crotch grab, he demurred. I was actually starting to become frustrated. 

I understand that some people are excited by a partner who takes charge.  I also understand that for some women especially, it is considered improper to possess and act on sexual agency.  Ultimately, I think it comes down to honesty.  We are all sexual beings, whether we want to admit it or not.  We all have sexual wants and needs.  If we could simply be comfortable with and honest about this, I think it would make for a much more sexually-harmonious society.

-Jack

This post was sponsored by EdenFantasys.

Matchbook Monday

We originally intended to call this post "Match Monday", but by the time we got the right shot, we'd used up the entire matchbook.  We hope you find it enlightening.

-Jill

Sunday Scoreboard: Week 4

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


Sunday, February 19

We spent most of the day out of the house, and didn't return to Jack's parents' until late in the evening.  For various reasons, sex was on our minds pretty much all day, so we made sure to take advantage after the baby had gone to sleep.  As Jack and I were both tired, we managed a quickie.  It was short and sweet.  We both came, and neither of us was left wanting more.  That's all that matters, isn't it?

Monday, February 20

Jack and I woke up early, around 6:00, for another quickie.  As we were still staying with Jack's parents, we knew the baby was in capable hands.  Jack and I were both tired, so I used my vibrator on my clit while Jack fucked me.  I came first, and when Jack did  I took him in my mouth.  By doing so I avoided having to take a shower right away, and we fell asleep in each other's arms until around nine-thirty, then had sex again.  This time Jack gave me oral and fingered me, and in no time at all it was apparent that I was going to have to shower sooner rather than later.  We fucked, and just for good measure, Jack came on my stomach and my tits.  We showered together afterwards.

We left Jack's parents' house late Monday night, and by the time we got home it was well after midnight.  We both wanted sex, but we were too tired.  Sleep won.

Tuesday, February 21

We had an early start this morning, so there was no sex while we waited for the baby to wake up.  I didn't even get off in the shower.  Actually, I didn't get off in the shower much this week.  This is at least partially because I was off work all week, and didn't start my day as early as I normally do.  Because of this, the baby often wanted to shower with me.  Silly kid.

We spent the morning at appointments and running errands.  We'd made arrangements to drop the baby off with a babysitter for a couple hours, ostensibly so we could get some things done around the house.  Technically this was true.  Of course, what we were doing around the house was having lots of orgasms.  With the baby gone, we put on some porn, and the sex began with Jack giving me oral atop the Liberator Throe.  I had four or five orgasms from his tongue alone.  Then I rode him while fingering my clit, and I came twice more.  By this point the Throe was pretty much soaked.

I wanted doggy style next, and Jack gladly obliged.  He didn't last as long as he usually does, and after about five minutes or so he came all over my ass.  I toweled off, then lay back down and used my Eroscillator on myself. While I played, I coaxed Jack to my mouth and gave him head as I enjoyed myself.  I came twice more, and Jack fucked me missionary until he came.  We took a short nap, then a shower, and picked up the baby.

That night I gave Jack oral on the balcony.  He came in my mouth, then we did doggy style and he fingered me to a really intense orgasm.  There's something about being outside, even when it's cold, that really turns us on.  We definitely enjoy indulging our exhibitionist side.

Wednesday, February 22

Just in case anyone thinks that our life is a non-stop parade of sex thanks to an incredibly cooperative child who can somehow sense when her Mommy and Daddy need their alone time and gladly sits quietly in her room until we've both gotten off, today was a bit frustrating.  Make no mistake, Jack and I had sex.  But we had more unsuccessful attempts than we had successes.  In the afternoon, we put the baby in her pen.  (There was no chance of her napping, as she'd fallen asleep for about ten minutes while we were out running errands, and once she woke we knew she wouldn't be sleeping again until she went to sleep for the night.)  We had a TNH picture to shoot, and we managed that.  But afterwards, when we got into bed, it became apparent that the baby wasn't happy with her forced incarceration.  There was no way either Jack or I could focus on the task at hand.  We gave up and let her out of the pen,

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, she was pretty needy.  The only time she left my side was when Jack went into our bedroom to watch porn and get off.  She knocked on the door and called, "Daddy, where are you?" until he admitted defeat.  She's just too adorable, and with her calling him there was no way he could focus on quadruple-penetration or whatever the hell he might have been watching long enough to have an orgasm.  Fortunately, I did manage to put her to bed by 7:30, and sex began around 8:15 and lasted until almost 1:00.  There was a lot of foreplay including oral and fisting.  I lost count at a dozen orgasms, while Jack had three, all from intercourse and all in my mouth.  I really love his cum.

Thursday, February 23

This was the one morning this week when I showered alone and managed to get off.  I used one of my waterproof vibrators and fantasized about a hot online friend of ours.  The last few months I think I've fantasized about sex with women more than any other scenario with the possible exception of one-on-one sex with Jack (which believe it or not is a very frequent fantasy of mine).  That means more than group sex, more than two guys at once, more than men who aren't Jack, and more than watching and/or being watched.  Coincidentally, Thursday afternoon we had lunch with our friend M, who happens to be the only woman I've had sex with.  Nothing out of the ordinary occurred, thanks more to the fact that we met at her office and less to the fact that she's in a monogamous relationship.

After we got home from lunch, the baby napped and we had sex.  It lasted about an hour, which I think is average for us these days.  Jack only came once, though I didn't hear him complaining.  I came several times, all from simultaneous oral and fingering.  I liken a series of orgasms like this to a string of firecrackers.  No sooner has one gone off than the rest of them are popping, one after the other.  That's what my orgasms are like sometimes, and as I've said before it can be very difficult to keep track of them when they all run together like that.

We (meaning mostly Jack) had a lot of blogging to do on Thursday night.  He had two Flash Fiction Friday stories to write, and we had to do a Formspring Friday feature as well.  While he worked on getting everything typed up, formatted, and scheduled to post on Friday, I took a much-needed nap on the couch.  The baby was long asleep and I actually slept very well.  Then, when I woke probably around one or so, he'd gotten everything done and was ready for sex.  We made do with a quickie.  We both came, and fell asleep in each other's arms.  It was wonderful.

Friday, February 24

We put the baby in her pen so we could shower together.  We made sure to give her plenty of things with which to occupy herself.  The best thing about putting her in the pen and taking a shower is that if she gets upset and wants out, we can't hear her.  Unlike Wednesday, when we tried having sex, the water drowns out her pleas for release.  And it's not like anything is ever wrong.  She isn't yelling for us because she got hurt or is scared or anything.  She just wants to get out.  I gave Jack head while he shampooed my hair.  He came, and I nearly did.  He finished me off by hand.

While the baby napped in the afternoon, we had sex again.  This time, Jack lubed up his hand and fisted me.  Obviously there is no way for me to accurately report how many orgasms I had.  When Jack asked, I told him that I "lost count at a million."  If the orgasms I had on Thursday were like a string of firecrackers, the ones I had on Friday were a nuclear missile.  The first time he fisted me I think I blacked out.  When he stopped he slowly withdrew his hand and the sensations were so intense that I cried.  This happens sometimes if my orgasms are really intense, and this time they were.  Jack held and caressed me for about ten minutes and then I asked him to do it again.  This time I don't think I blacked out, or even came close to blacking out, but I definitely cried.  That shows just how intense and emotional fisting can be.  My reactions are so primal that I can't control them.  But part of the appeal is that I don't want to control them.

After Jack took his fist out of me the second time, he held me until I calmed down, and we dozed off.  When we woke I wanted him inside me, and we had sex in the missionary position.  When he climaxed I took him in my mouth, swallowing hungrily.  I couldn't get enough, and I wrung out every last drop.  It was almost as though I was trying to maintain the emotional connection that had been made when he fisted me.

Friday night, we made out on the couch.  It occurred to us that it was the same couch and in fact the exact same room where we first had sex almost a decade ago.  That night, we began with a very similar makeout session.  The only difference is that there was no baby sleeping elsewhere in the house.  Before long we found ourselves in bed, entwined naked in each other's arms.  The sex was quick, passionate, even forceful.  I came twice, once from fingering and once from the sex itself.  Jack came once.

Saturday, February 25

It probably seems like a waste of a Saturday, but no sex occurred today.  We assure you that it wasn't for lack of desire.

Sinful Sunday: Come and Eat

Have a seat at the table.  I promise you'll enjoy what's on the menu.*

*Apologies for lack of a click-through this week. As soon as this post was published the second image was mysteriously removed from our Imageshack album.

This is my Mommy-And-Me Group

I tried finding a stock image of a mommy-and-me group with a single male member.  None exist.

If you've been reading our blog or following us on Twitter, you're likely aware that I'm a stay-at-home Dad.  I appreciate being able to spend each day with my daughter; it's fortunate that Jill and I are financially able to do this.  We know that for most families, especially here in California where the cost of living is high, having one parent stay home to raise a child is simply not an option.  It is our hope that my staying home with our daughter will ensure a very close bond between her and I throughout her life.

However, I was completely unprepared for the reality of day-to-day life as a stay-at-home Dad.  It's not bad, so I don't want to give the impression that I'm complaining in any way.  But it was a huge adjustment given my lack of experience with babies.  Any parent - or for that matter any individual who spends the majority of his or her day with young children - needs a strong support system.  It is vital that after hours spent participating in child-friendly activities including reading storybooks, watching cartoons, and playing in the park, one is able to administer an antidote.

This antidote comes in many forms.  For some parents it's a couple rounds with the guys.  For others it's a babysitter who watches the kids so the parents can have a nice dinner alone.  For others it's an hour or so of quiet decompression while the baby is napping.  In some cases it's as simple as just not reading stories, listening to the SpongeBob SquarePants theme song, or changing diapers.

I am sufficiently confident in myself as a stay-at-home Dad to admit that I'd prefer my daily life if I was guaranteed a couple hours to myself.  I often have time to myself when the baby naps, but there's no guarantee that she will.  On the days when she doesn't, I run out of energy before she does, and am even less productive than normal as a result.  A couple hours' down time is not an unusual or unreasonable request, but for various reasons there is literally no one with whom I can leave my daughter on even an occasional basis.  Having someone watch her for an hour or two on a typical weekday so I can get things done - usually errands, something that needs doing around the house, or perhaps a few pages of writing - is such a rare occurrence that I literally can't remember the last time it happened.  To give you an idea of just how rare it is, back in November I blogged about the travails of being a stay-at-home Dad, with the focus of the post being the way my daughter has thrown a wrench into my hitherto very active masturbation schedule.  Now, though?  I didn't even mention masturbation as something I would do if I had a few hours alone.  Sure, I'd love to be able to get myself off more often than I do, but the fact is that I'm so swamped with real life that masturbating isn't even on the horizon.  I may be able to cop off quickly during or following my morning shower or while the baby sleeps, but I need much larger blocks of time to do real things that absolutely need to be done.

Even when I'm saddled with my daughter - and I mean "saddled" in the nicest possible way - it would be great to have someone to talk to and relate to, and who can relate to me.  But my friends, both those with kids and those as-yet childless, have jobs.  Meeting up with a friend for a spontaneous lunch is something that happens so infrequently that I might be forgiven for using the word "never".  When it does occur, we usually find ourselves talking current events, politics, or relationships, and not child issues.  Awhile back, I was talking to one of Jill's siblings or siblings-in-law, who suggested that I join a mommy-and-me group.  My initial scoffing was met with assurances that men do join such social groups.  I don't dispute this fact, though I certainly don't feel that such a thing is right for me.  Yes, men may join mommy-and-me groups.  But married men as flirtatious as I?  Before you could say, "here comes that creepy dad" I'd be branded the creepy dad and ostracized from the circle.

It's just as well, really.  I don't want to awkwardly shoehorn myself into a pre-existing social group unless the eventual purpose is group sex.  I don't want to discuss the social merits of Caillou or debate the pros and cons of Barney the Dinosaur.  I don't want to talk about scrapbooking or clip coupons.  I don't want to meet at the park and gossip about celebrity couples or American Idol or whatever the fuck it is that mommy-and-me groups do while the kids are playing.  Bring juice boxes and oranges?  Sounds like you're just giving me an errand at this point.  No, if I'm going to talk shop with moms to whom I have no familial obligation, I'd like to be able to quickly shift from talking about parenting strategies to talking about how nice their cleavage looks in that top.  Which is not to say that I get off on sexually-harrassing virtual strangers; quite the opposite, actually.

Lately, however, I find that more than a few of the online friends I've made through blogging and Twitter are stay-at-home Moms.  In many cases, these are people I've interacted (i.e. flirted) with already, which makes the segue from parenting talk to sexy talk not only possible, but easy.  And while these friends sometimes help to provide an erotic spark in the middle of the occasional dreary day, they are also people I can talk to when my daughter is feeling sick, won't eat her lunch, or is displaying the early stages of an attitude.  In most cases, they've been there, and can provide perspective as well as advice if needed.  I like this arrangement.

Are there any stay-at-home Moms (or Dads) reading this?  How do you cope with the isolation, or for that matter, the immersion in all things baby?

-Jack

Formspring Friday: Assume the Position

If you're looking for our Flash Fiction Friday stories, they can be found here and here.

For Formspring Friday, favorite sexual position?

Jack's Answer

I know what you're thinking.  You're expecting that my favorite position is some sort of sexual configuration achievable only by contortionists and professional circus acrobats.  You're guessing that I prefer to have sex in an exotic position right out of the Kama Sutra, something along the lines of the Galloping Lotus or the Farting Hermit Crab.  You guess, based on the amount of self-aggrandizement that I do here and on Twitter, that I would rather have sex in a manner hardly conducive to orgasm or even pleasure just for the sheer bragging rights.  A position that allows penetration at the most precarious of angles, and requires that both Jill and I stand on, at most, one foot.  I'm talking about the kind of position that prevents bloodflow to the extremities, or for that matter the brain.

Well, this will probably come as a shock, but I consider missionary to be my favorite position.  Sure, some think of it as boring and unimaginative, and others take issue with the religious undertones of its name.  But its etymology has been all but debunked, and I opine that missionary position - much like any sexual act - is what you make of it.  Why do I like missionary so much?  Well, the most obvious reason is that I enjoy the face-to-face intimacy.  Yeah, I'm a girl.  What of it?  Additionally, I appreciate being able to kiss and touch Jill in this position.  Her body is open and available to me.  I can finger her clit, or suck her breasts.  I can look into her eyes, exchange dirty talk with her, and behold her expression and feel her breath on my face as she climaxes.  I love how deep I get, especially if I pull Jill's ass onto my knees and raise her feet onto my chest or shoulders.

Missionary may not be the flashiest sexual position out there.  For some, it may carry an unwanted association of male dominance.  For others, middle American Howard-and-Marion-Cunningham whitebread values.  For still others, it's just not exciting enough.  But I enjoy this position.  And I don't know that I've necessarily enjoyed it quite as much when I didn't have the same emotional connection with my partner as I do with Jill.  The missionary position makes the most of our natural symmetry, and allows us closeness in a way that doggy style or reverse cowgirl simply do not.

Jill's Answer

This was a difficult question for me to answer.  While I knew right away which position I would name as my favorite, I really wanted to throw in a disclaimer and make clear that there really aren't any positions that I don't like.  I enjoy all of the more familiar sexual positions, and am open to trying any not-so-familar ones.  There are some which are difficult to achieve or sustain, or which are fun but make orgasm difficult.  But I don't know if I've ever been able to blame bad sex on the position.

With that out of the way, my favorite position is doggy style.  There are many reasons why I prefer doggy style over spooning, cowgirl, or even missionary.  I find that Jack's cock penetrates me the deepest in this position, and the angle is usually just right to stimulate my G-spot.  Sometimes Jack will reach around and finger my clit while his cock is hitting my G-spot.  That sends me over the edge quickly, and I usually have more orgasms than I can count.  And if he manages to hit my G-spot and finger my clit while simultaneously sucking on my neck, or tongue-kissing me?  Not only are we going to have to change the sheets, but we might have to flip the mattress over too.

Part of what I enjoy about doggy style is that it's less personal than missionary or cowgirl.  Of course I love the sweetness and the romance of looking into Jack's eyes when we have sex.  But sometimes I just want him to grab my hips, pull my hair, and pound into me like a jackhammer.

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: Old Habits

If you're looking for our other Flash Fiction Friday post for today, it can be found here.

Image credit: Garm's Kiss

He sat naked on the bed, watching intently as she stripped.  He stroked his needy cock as her familiar curves came into view.

She gyrated slowly as her skirt fell to the floor.  She hadn’t meant to, but in the back of her mind she remembered that it was what he liked.  Then she reminded herself that what he liked was no longer important, and tried to rationalize his presence in her bedroom.  He may have been a selfish, thoughtless liar, but she wanted sex and he was willing.

Despite her disgust, she was as aroused as he was.  Her soaked panties halfway down her thighs, she raised a hand to her pussy to dam the flood, then doffed them completely.  Naked, she turned to face him, briefly regarding the cross above her bed.  She averted her eyes, which landed on his stiff, throbbing member.

“Bring the condoms?” she asked.

He shook his head.   She wasn’t surprised by this broken promise, but as far as treacheries go, this was easily the most subtle perfidy he’d ever committed.  She climbed onto the bed. (182)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes

This is the second of two Flash Fiction Friday prompts posted this week in Panserbjørne’s absence, this one courtesy of Ram the Sunlover.  The word range was 144-188, and the required phrase was "subtle perfidy".  I can admit to having to look up "perfidy".  Given its meaning (deliberate breach of faith or violation of trust), I initially considered having it refer to an extramarital dalliance.  However, that seemed too easy.  While shaping in my head the relationship between the two principles, I considered that the man was likely a serial cheater, but I wanted the phrase to refer to a less obvious offense.  Hence, the forgotten condoms.

Among the details in the prompt photo that I tried to include were the man's reclining pose and his erection; the woman's stance and the placement of her hand; and the cross hanging on the wall.  I found the latter unfortunate, as I lacked the necessary space to go into any real depth about the woman's spirituality, and I could think of almost nothing to say about it briefly.  Thus, the cross is relegated to a brief mention; I felt that omitting it completely would be unfair as it's such a prominent part of the photo.

Soundtrack

Some sort of slow, sultry mid-nineties alternative rock would work well here, ideally something with a female lead vocalist.  "Trigger Hippie" by Morcheeba, "Angry Johnny" by Poe, or either "Sleep to Dream" or "Criminal" by Fiona Apple would be ideal.

Flash Fiction Friday: The Girl and the Guitar

"Woman with Guitar" by Peter Carter

The young woman lounged on a sofa, naked save for a cowboy hat.  She played a strategically-placed guitar that concealed her nudity.  Her legs were demurely crossed.  Her facial expression conveyed contentedness brought about by the very act of strumming the instrument.

It occurred to Jack that the woman was a country music groupie.  After bedding her favorite star she had awakened in the night and gotten out of bed to don his hat and try out his guitar.  And while her expression was as enigmatic as the Mona Lisa’s, Jack’s story was incomplete without a twist.

Most of his stories had some twist, a revelation if you will.  Few, if any, just faded out.  That’s when it hit him.  What if the singer’s talents came from his enchanted Fender Telecaster?  Or, much like Frosty the Snowman, a hat?  What if by using these things, the groupie usurped his talents?  Like Samson losing his locks, such a theft rendered the country singer impotent.

Despite his lack of knowledge where country music was concerned, Jack began crafting a story.  He couldn’t shake a sense of familiarity, of deja vu.  He’d written a few lines when he realized he'd been down this road before, and called it The Luchador and the Lady. (209)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes 

This is one of two Flash Fiction Friday prompts posted this week in Panserbjørne's absence, this one courtesy of Max at Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr.  There was no required word or phrase, though players were given a choice between composing an extremely short story of between fifty and fifty-five words, or a longer story of between 200 and 210 words.  In search of that all-important story hook, as well as a final twist that would re-frame the entire story in the mind of the reader, I brainstormed extensively.  As mentioned above, I had an idea that the young woman pictured had slept with some bigshot country singer after a concert, and now found herself sitting on a sofa in his hotel room, wearing his hat and playing his guitar.  The scene, as it worked in my mind, played whimsically, with no real weight or consequence.  The twist, as described in the story above, came to me quickly, and I began writing.

The first speed bump that hindered my progress occurred in the first sentence:  I wanted to refer to the country singer by a stage name rather than a proper name (which I determined to be Buck Butler).  I did some research online in the hopes of coming up with something catchy and alliterative.  "The Tennessee Troubadour" had a nice ring to it, but "troubadour" didn't lend itself to country music.  I decided to skip the singer's name, write the rest of the story, and return when I was finished in order to fill in the blanks.  I gave it some more thought, and then turned to Twitter to vent about my lack of inspiration.

My first of two #FlashFictionFriday stories has hit a serious snag thanks to my complete lack of knowledge about country music.
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) February 24, 2012

The majority of the replies I received seemed to imply that every country music song followed the same basic formula, or some variation thereof:  The singer loses his woman, his dog, his job, and his pickup truck, and then gets drunk.  Perhaps a simplistic view of the genre, but I'm not enough of a fan to say otherwise.  It's true, however, that I didn't make it too far into my story before I realized that I'd written more or less the same story on November 11, 2011 when, during a week without a new prompt, I went into the Flash Fiction Friday archives and wrote a story from a prompt posted before I began participating.  I did attempt to write something similar to The Luchador and the Lady, even going so far as to attempt to think of a similarly illiterative title.  When this proved fruitless ("The Singer and the...Sorority Sister?"), I decided on the very self-referential story included above.

Soundtrack

I've got nothing.  My knowledge of country music is pretty limited.

The Naughty Hangout: Sun Worship

This week's theme at The Naughty Hangout is light.  As I'm off work this week and Wednesday brought beautiful sunshine, I decided to lay out on the balcony and soak up some rays.

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

-Jill

Our First Time

 Image Source: StimulantPhotography

We sit close together, our bodies submerged in hot water.  Our swimsuits have long been cast off, discarded but not forgotten.

We kiss, mouths opening to curious, probing tongues as eager hands traverse soft, wet skin.  Beneath the surface, my fingers move across your belly, instinctually drawn between warm thighs while your own fingers are busy elsewhere.

My fingers move inside you, my thumb finding its place on your clit.  I stroke you quickly to an intense, shuddering climax, the sounds of your pleasure muffled as they leave your mouth.

Then a noise cuts the stillness of the night.  Everything stops.  We are silent.  We look across the yard to the house, still dark within.

"Is someone home?"

You shake your head.  "Probably just a raccoon or something."  You're right.  We would have heard a car pull up.

Once again we allow ourselves to breathe, and soon we are laughing.  Your parents are on vacation.  They're hours away, and they won't be back for days.  No one is here.  No one is coming.  We have the house to ourselves.

Still, maybe we should go inside; I for one am getting too hot.  As though reading my mind, she suggests the same thing.  You agree, and she steps out of the hot tub and onto the deck.  Her naked body is silhouetted against the moonlight above.

She reaches down to help you out of the water.  I'm already out, wrapping myself in a beach towel.

-Jack

Go see who else is being wanton this week!

Retro HNT: Mommy-to-be

"Mommy-to-be", posted March 25, 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.

TMI Tuesday: February 21, 2012 - You Inspire Me

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

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

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.

Sinful Sunday: Fit to be Tied

I miss having a headboard.  When we stay in a hotel or with out-of-town family, Jack and I make sure to take advantage.

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Why No Sex-Positive American Should Ever Vote Republican*

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.