The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. And in the spirit of the 4th of July holiday, I made this video to celebrate America, the country I love. I also take a moment to share my views on patriotism and what it means to truly love your country. Enjoy!
Happy 4th Of July! A Brief Message On Love And Patriotism
Filed under Current Events, Jack's World, YouTube
Gorr The God Butcher: How And Why He Became A Great Villain
The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is a deep dive into Gorr the God Butcher. He is, in my opinion, one of the best villains Marvel has created in the past two decades. He challenged Thor and every god in the Marvel universe in a way no character has before. Now that he’s set to join the Marvel Cinematic Universe in Thor: Love and Thunder, I think the time is right to explore and celebrate this menacing butcher of gods. Enjoy!
Thoughts, Feelings, And (Dire) Predictions For The Future Of Abortion (And Many Other Rights)
Let me start by saying I had a sinking feeling I would have to write about this a while back when Supreme Court Justice, Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away. I also want to make clear that I am very hesitant to give my opinions and feelings on topics like abortion and not just because I’m a man who will never know what it’s like to be pregnant.
However, I think this moment in history is worth talking about. It may very well mark a turning point for the United States and the western world in general with regard to abortion rights and human rights in general. And it’s a bad turning point, at that. That much, I am willing to say.
But there’s no getting around it anymore. Last week, the Supreme Court made it official. Roe vs. Wade is overturned and abortion is no longer a constitutionally protected right in America. It is hard to overstate what a big deal this is for women, men, and children of every age. I honestly don’t think I can put into words what a monumental shift this is.
That’s why I gave myself a few days to process it before writing about it or mentioning it in any meaningful capacity. Like many others, I certainly had a knee-jerk response when the news came down. Even though I wasn’t surprised, it still had an impact once it became official. And it’s hard to know where we’ll go from here.
Even with that extra time, I do find myself settling into a certain resignation to what this means for the near and immediate future. And it’s here where I want to share some of my sentiments.
First off, let me just start by saying my usual hope and optimism that I’ve discussed in the past is pretty much dead. I made an effort to cling to hope and some general idea that the good of humanity will overcome the bad. Well, now I’m willing to say it outright.
I was wrong.
I still believe there are good people in this world and they vastly outnumber the bad people. But the bad people are the ones with the money, power, and influence. They’re the ones who spent years working behind the scenes, exploiting the system, and lying when they had to in order to make this happen.
You can’t appeal to their humanity.
You can’t reason with them.
You can’t even call them out on their hypocrisy and expect that to change anything.
These politicians, judges, religious zealots, and advocates are as bad as they come. But that doesn’t matter. Don’t expect them to lose a wink of sleep over any outrage or suffering this decision causes. They knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care. And there’s nothing anyone can do to make them feel guilty about it.
Secondly, I also want to make clear that I have no more respect for religious convictions. Usually, when I talk about religion, I make it a point to say I respect the sincerely held beliefs of others. I even acknowledge I have religious people in my family.
Well, I still love and respect those people. But I have absolutely no respect for their religious convictions anymore.
More than anything else, this ruling has proven once and for all that religiously motivated morality is dangerous, detrimental, and regressive. It’s not a coincidence that those on the Supreme Court who made this ruling are devout Catholics, a sect of Christianity that has always been vehemently anti-abortion.
Never mind the fact that the Catholic Church has been behind some pretty horrific crimes.
Never mind the fact that the Catholic Church is run by celibate priests who will never need abortions.
This brand of religiously-motivated morality had driven the anti-abortion movement since the rise of the religious right. They claim they’re trying to save babies, but the end result is micromanaging and criminalizing female sexual behavior. If you need any proof of this, just look at how the anti-abortion crowd criticizes contraception.
It’s not hypocrisy.
It’s just a means to an end.
It’s also why this ruling is just a first step.
Make no mistake. This same court and these same politicians will go after birth control next. They’re not even trying to hide it anymore. They want an America where getting contraception is a crime, where any kind of pre-marital or extramarital sex is dangerous, and where women’s bodies can be controlled and managed by the state. Abortion and contraception are just obstacles and they’re going to keep attacking.
And lastly, here’s the final point I want to make.
These assholes are going to succeed.
I sincerely hope this post ages poorly, but give it another four years. I promise you that contraception is going to be the next thing on the chopping block. It won’t happen all at once, but it will happen. These people, who have ample access to oil money, religious organizations that don’t pay taxes, and a voting bloc that will never vote for another party, will keep pushing and they will push non-stop.
I’m sorry if that sounds dire or pessimistic, but this is where my broken spirit is right now. My faith in the future and in humanity’s ability to come together was already hit hard by COVID-19. Now, this is the final nail in the coffin.
It’s over now.
Evil didn’t win. Lying, cheating, power-hungry assholes won. And honestly, that’s worse.
Now, that they’re emboldened, they’re going to go after more rights. Losing a right like abortion and contraception access is just the beginning. It won’t be long before things like same-sex marriage, porn access, and voting rights are targeted. Yes, people will protest and voice their outrage. But that’s not going to change anything.
And here’s here where I’m going to make a few predictions. Granted, they’re very dire predictions and I hope I’m wrong about all of them. But having seen so many distressing trends in my adult life as an American, I think I’ve gotten a good feel for how our politics trend. So, this is what I expect to happen.
For the weeks and months after the ruling, there will be outrage and protests. It will garner quite a bit of media coverage. Abortion rights advocates will vehemently and passionately attempt to rally support.
But it won’t change a damn thing.
That’s because the people who make these laws and enforce them aren’t going to change their minds on anything unless it directly benefits them. Remember, they’re assholes. The most protests can do is mildly inconvenience them. Sure, you can try and commit to vote the anti-abortion people out of office, but because of gerrymandering and voter suppression laws, that’s not going to do much.
One way or another, these same politicians that fought to end abortion rights will keep winning elections. It’s not a matter of getting out the vote. It’s just a matter of them gaming the flaws in our election system to gain power and stay in power.
And don’t bother threatening them either. That’ll just get you arrested and allow them to paint your side as the violent radicals.
That’s no just me making an anti-violence disclaimer. Violence of any kind really won’t change anything with this issue either. The government has the soldiers, the guns, the military, and the drones. No matter how dedicated you are to fighting for abortion rights, anything you do to any authority figure will only mild inconvenience them and give them a perfect reason to put you in jail or worse.
With or without violence, the result will be the same. People will get bored of meaningless protesting and move on. Some other crazy news story will happen to draw everyone’s attention away from this issue, be it a celebrity scandal or some other political upheaval. And once the protests stop, it’s back to politics as usual.
By that, I mean that when November comes around, the republicans will win big because the democrats didn’t solve all the problems in America for the brief two years they had power. And once republicans get back into power, they will do anything and everything to ensure they can’t lose it ever again.
That means more restrictive voting laws and more efforts to ensure that their opponents can’t do anything to help anyone, ensuring they can paint them as ineffective in the next election.
Eventually, whether it’s in 2024 or 2028, there will be a situation where republicans control Congress, the White House, and the Supreme Court. When that happens, expect their control to be complete.
They won’t just take control. They’ll ensure that they never lose it again. That means they’ll be able to pass any law they want to end abortion access nationwide, ban all the books they don’t like, and make sure that everyone strives to live a life taken right out of a bland, boring 50s sitcom.
It’ll be a boring, repressive future in which women, minorities, and the LGBTQ+ community suffer horribly. But that’s where we’re heading. Baring a massive upheaval or an alien invasion, I don’t see this changing.
Again, I hope I’m wrong about all this. But this ruling has pretty much ended my remaining optimism for the future of America, the world, and human rights in general. This was just the first step towards a much larger regression. I wish I could say it’s going to get worse before it gets better.
But honestly, I don’t see that happening. Last week was a bad week, but make no mistake. The worst is yet to come.
Filed under abortion, Current Events, politics, religion
Avengers vs. X-Men: A Clash Of Heroes (That Nobody Won)
The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is a mini-documentary of Avengers vs. X-Men, one of Marvel’s most ambitious crossovers ever. It was set up to be the most epic hero-versus-hero clash of all time. But ultimately, it turned into a battle that nobody truly won the grand scheme of things. In this video, I attempt to explore the why, how, and what we can learn from this ambitious, but misguided event. Enjoy!
Jack Plays Cyberpunk 2077: Two New Videos Following The Main Story
The following is a couple more videos that I posted to my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. They are another entry in my growing crop of footage of me playing Cyberpunk 2077. Both these videos involve missions that tie into the main story. Enjoy!
This video is of the mission, “The Space In Between.”
This video is of the mission, “Disasterpiece,” which immediately follows the previous mission.
Filed under Cyberpunk2077, Jack's World, Marvel, video games, YouTube
Happy Juneteenth (And Why You Should Celebrate It)
Today is Juneteenth.
For a sizeable segment of the American population, it’s a day that carries a special, often personal meaning. That’s because it celebrates the formal end of legal, institutionalized slavery in the United States. For those whose ancestors endured the horrors of slavery and the slave trade, that meaning is impossible to put into words.
While this day has been celebrated in many forms since the end of the Civil War, it only became a federally recognized holiday in 2021. Now, many could argue it took way too long to formally recognized the importance of this day. I certainly understand and appreciate those sentiments. Regardless of how long it took, Juneteenth is here and we, as a country, are finally acknowledging its importance.
I know there are a lot of heated politics surrounding race, history, the Civil War, and minority issues in general. I’m certainly not qualified to discuss those politics, even though I’ve tried. For today, though, I think we should set the politics aside because what this day represents goes beyond politics.
We can’t beat around the bush.
We can’t ignore the facts of history.
For nearly a century after the United States gained its independence from Great Britain, slavery as an institution was both practiced and protected. In a country that espoused life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, that is not a trivial oversight.
Slavery, no matter how common it has been throughout human history, is a barbaric practice. It was barbaric in the 1800s and it’s barbaric today. Sadly, the forces of greed, racism, bigotry, outdated traditions, and cruelty keep that practice alive and well. Sometimes it’s sanctioned. Sometimes it’s illegal. Whatever form it takes, though, it’s still unjust.
There’s just no way to properly articulate an atrocity that was allowed to legally fester and propagate for decades in the Americas. The fact it took a bloody civil war to finally end should make clear just how potent those ugly forces can be.
In the end, though, we were able to end the Civil War on the right side of the issue. We, as a nation, were able to accept and declare that slavery was wrong and could no longer be tolerated. It isn’t just barbaric. It’s antithetical to the ideals behind the United States of America.
Yes, we don’t always measure up to those ideals.
Yes, we still haven’t fully mended the wounds left by centuries of the slave trade.
That’s exactly why we need a holiday like Juneteenth. It doesn’t just celebrate how we were able to take this critical step in righting an egregious wrong. It reminds us that we’re still striving towards those ideals. We’re still trying to be the kind of nation that breaks the shackles of bondage rather than tighten them.
Sometimes, we make mistakes.
Sometimes, we encounter setbacks.
Sometimes, we’ll even outright fail in our efforts to pursue those ideals.
Even so, we can never lose sight of them. We should never stop striving for them. That’s what it means to learn, grow, and evolve as a nation. I believe we can continue to do better and Juneteenth is a way of reminding ourselves that we can be better.
So, in that spirit and with those ideals in mind, I wish everyone a safe and happy Juneteenth.
Filed under Current Events
Thought Experiment: Why Would An Alien Civilization NOT Contact Humanity?
The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is another thought experiment contemplating extraterrestrial civilizations and the ever-present Fermi Paradox. Much has been said about why we can never seem to detect aliens or why they never contact us. But I don’t think enough thought is given as to why an advanced alien civilization would avoid contacting humanity. I try to explore that topic in this video. Enjoy!
Filed under Aliens, Jack's World, Thought Experiment, YouTube
Sexy Short Story: Want Some Company?
The following is a sexy short story I came up with while in the shower. When you read it, you’ll probably understand why. Enjoy!
“Ugh…what a day,” Marilyn Mitchell groaned to herself.
She must have said those words no fewer than ten times since leaving work. Her shift at the hospital had ended less than an hour ago, but it might as well have been a whole year. That was what every shift felt like these days. Being a nurse at a major hospital was difficult enough, but being one during a global pandemic was a special kind of hardship.
Nothing could’ve prepared Marylin for all this. Prior to March of 2020, she had settled into a stable routine. She knew she wanted to be a nurse back in middle school. Her Aunt Nancy had been a nurse. Her mother, who died of cancer when she was young, spent her final days in the care of dedicated nurses. She understood that the job came with challenges. Teachers and doctors constantly warned her that she would encounter death, disease, and gruesome injuries. She’d confronted all of that during her training and passed with flying colors.
But then, the COVID-19 pandemic hit. That brought her into uncharted territory. She thought she was tough enough to make it through this kind of crisis. Now, she questioned that assumption.
“So much death…so much suffering…so much anger, hate, and denial,” Marilyn mused as she drove through the dead of night. “How are we supposed to handle all this?”
She used to ask those questions with tears in her eyes. But after these past few months, she found herself unable to shed more than she already had. This past night had already drained her. The hospital recorded the most deaths in eight months. She and the other nurses had to stay three hours beyond their shift in order to help the staff carry dead bodies to the morgue. She hadn’t even been paid overtime for that. But that still wasn’t the hardest part.
Gripping the steering wheel of her car, Marilyn fumed as she drove down the vacant streets. It was two in the morning and she should’ve been too tried to be angry. But even in her current state, she fought to contain her rage.
“It didn’t have to be like this,” she mused. “We have vaccines. They’re free. They work. But all these people – these selfish, arrogant people – they just won’t get them. And then they blame people like me when they get sick!”
Marilyn muttered a long string of curses as she turned into her neighborhood. She kept replaying the worst parts of her day. Time and again, she encountered a very sick patient who had entered the final stages of COVID-19.
They were coughing uncontrollably.
They couldn’t breathe without help.
Their body was failing them with each passing moment.
And it all could’ve been avoided if they’d just gotten the damn vaccine. Even as Marilyn treated them, they tried to make excuses. She’d heard every last one of them, from crazy conspiracy theories to political rants. And when she explained to them what was happening due to their decision, they got so angry. They looked for someone to blame. But the only ones nearby were her and her fellow nurses.
A couple hours ago, this young man who couldn’t be older than her cussed her out for 20 minutes straight. He claimed she was killing him by trying to give him the medicine he needed to stay alive. He thrashed and kicked, hitting her right in the jaw at one point. He even tried to spit in her face, but was so weak he couldn’t.
Marilyn still treated him as best she could. Eventually, the man passed. Then, she had to tell the man’s family. And their response was to attack her with an empty bottle of hand sanitizer, claiming she’d murdered her son for government grant money. Even though they got arrested, the echoes of their words lingered.
“MURDERER! YOU AND ALL THE BIG PHARMA STOOGES KILLED MY SON! YOU KILLED MY SON!”
Marilyn pulled into the driveway of her home. Even after turning the engine off, she sat there in silence for a few moments. She just took deep breaths and sobbed until the angry voice passed. Once the echoes faded, she exited the car and entered her house.
The silence of her home was welcome. Not surprisingly, it was pitch black. Her husband of four years, Tyler, was nowhere to be seen. That was to be expected. His shift had ended eight hours ago. He worked as a mechanic for emergency vehicles. That was actually how they’d met. She’d been in the ambulance he rode in during his first week on the job.
Marilyn smiled at the memory, missing the days before the pandemic when things weren’t so dire. That was when two people could find each other while saving lives. She worried those days were long gone and would never return.
“If only…” she said with a sigh.
Setting her things aside and kicking off her shoes, Marilyn ventured upstairs. She moved quietly, so as not to wake her husband. She arrived at the door the master bedroom, which was already cracked open. Upon opening it carefully, she saw that her husband was fast asleep.
From the looks of it, he had a rough day too. He wasn’t even in his sleeping pants. If the strewn clothes on the floor were any indication, he’d just stripped down to his boxers and collapsed on bed the second he got home. Marilyn wondered just how bad it got, knowing how short-staffed they were with ambulance staff. She decided not to dwell.
“Tyler,” she said under her breath, “at least we share this burden together.”
Letting out another tired sigh, she made her way towards their shared bathroom. As much as Marilyn wanted to crawl into bed with him, she hadn’t bathed in over a day. On top of that, she reeked of death and medical waste. No matter how tired she was, she needed a shower.
She couldn’t strip out of her clothes fast enough. She didn’t even bother throwing them in the hamper. She just turned the shower on, waited for the water to warm up, and got in. As soon as the hot water hit her naked body, an overdue feeling of relaxation came over her.
“Finally,” Marilyn said. “That helps…to a point.”
For a while, she didn’t even begin washing herself. She just stood there under the hot torrent of water, letting it soak her from head to toe. It finally rid her of that grimy feeling that had followed her from the hospital. But she felt far from clean, let alone content.
A heavy tension lingered within her. Closing her eyes, Marilyn hugged her shoulders and tried to shut out the horrors of the past 24 hours. She kept seeing the faces of the sick and dying. She kept hearing their anguish and outrage. Instead of gratitude and understanding, her patients were so hostile and uncompromising. They didn’t think nurses and doctors were there to help them through this pandemic. They thought they were the cause of it.
Everything about it was absurd, not to mention insulting. Never before had she felt such hate and anger directed towards her. Marilyn had spent her entire adult life trying to help people and heal them in their time of need. Being resented for this effort was yet another painful side-effect of the COVID-19 pandemic. Sadly, there was no treatment for it.
“All the hate, anger, and death,” Marilyn mused, “I just don’t know if I can…”
Her words trailed off as she continued soaking. She must have stayed under the water for a good five minutes or so. She would’ve stood there much longer had she not felt a presence enter the shower.
“Hey. What some company?” asked a concerned voice.
Marilyn opened her eyes, jarred from her distressed state. She was so lost in thought that she hasn’t heard anyone enter the bathroom. But she quickly recognized the voice, as well as the touch.
It was Tyler. She would’ve recognized it, regardless of her current state.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”
“I know that tone,” Tyler said. “Sounds like you need it more than usual.”
“Sometimes, I hate how perceptive you are.”
“Is this one of those times?”
“No. It’s not.”
He slipped in closer, wrapping his powerful arms around her from behind. Marilyn let out a soft sigh upon feeling his naked skin touch hers. The distinct, unmistakable sinews of his body meshed with hers. It was always so soothing and comforting. Tyler supplemented that feeling even more by lovingly grazing his hands over her torso, paying special attention to her hips, breasts, and neck. Even in her distressed state, his touch sent shivers coursing through her body.
It felt good.
It was just what she wanted.
I was just what she needed.
Her husband knew her body well. He also knew when she needed his love most. Tonight was definitely one of those nights.
“I take it you had a rough shift,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulders as she stood with him under the water.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Marylin said.
“Want to talk about it? Or just vent?”
“Don’t know. Do you want to hear about 25-year-old girl dying in my arms? All while cursing me out because I asked if she’d been vaccinated?”
“I’ll listen if that’ll help,” said Tyler.
“Even if it’s only the fifth worth thing I saw tonight?”
This time, he paused. Tyler knew better than most that nurses saw some awful stuff in the ER. Between the stories his mother told and the stories Marilyn had shared, what qualified as awful seemed to skew more with each passing year. And the COVID-19 pandemic had only skewed it even more.
Even so, that never stopped him from being there for her.
“The offer still stands,” he finally said. “I’ll risk it for you.”
Marilyn sighed, managing a half-smile. She finally turned around to face her lover. When she saw his concerned eyes, she sensed more worried than usual. She attempted to alleviate her husband’s concern, caressing his unshaven face and slipping deeper into his embrace.
“Just hold me, Tyler,” Marilyn said to him. “Stand here…and hold me.”
“I can do that too,” said Tyler with a weak smile.
A soft, yet comfortable silence came over them. He kept his arms securely around her, resting his chin on her shoulder again while the water poured over their naked bodies. Marylin just savored his warmth, placing her head up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat within the steamy environment.
Feeling his body, absorbing his love, and sharing this quiet moment stood in stark contrast to what she’d experienced mere hours ago. Instead of the deathly cold of the hospital, she was in this warm world of contentment. After another terrible day, surrounded by endless death, she was alive and well with the man she loved.
It was a prefect counter. On most nights after a hard shift, this was all Marilyn needed to reclaim her strength and soul. But this was different. Tonight, she needed something more than just a comforting embrace.
She subtly communicated that need to her lover. While in his arms, she began pawing his back, tracing paths with her fingers down the muscles she knew so well. She also gently rubbed her thigh up against his, making brief contact with his penis. Tyler definitely noticed that. Her gestures became even less subtle when she drew him into a soft kiss. At that point, he clearly got the message.
“Tyler…” Marilyn said as soon as their lips parted.
“Yes, love?” he said with an incredulous grin.
“I need you to do more than just hold me…a lot more.”
His grin widened and he caressed the side of her face. Regardless of the hour or the situation, Tyler was not the kind of man to leave his wife’s needs unmet.
“Yeah…I can do that too,” he said.
He kissed her again. This time, his embrace evolved into impassioned foreplay. He slipped his hands down to her lower body, reaching between her thighs to caress the outer areas of her sex. That sent more shivers through her body. Those sensations became even hotter when he slipped two fingers into her folds, carefully touching the areas he knew got her aroused.
That evoked a soft moan of arousal and contentment. She was already trembling in his grasp. But she didn’t make Tyler do all the work. She returned the favor by adding some foreplay of her own, kissing back with more tongue while rubbing her thigh against his groin even harder.
It wasn’t long before he was erect and she was moist. Hearts raced and breathing became ragged. The steamy environment helped create a uniquely sensual ambience. The need for physical relief mirrored the need for mental relief. And in Marilyn’s experience, making love to her husband was the best medicine any overworked nurse could ask for.
“Tyler…take me,” she gasped.
He answered with a determined grunt. That was his way of telling her to brace himself. Because she was about to get the kind of loving that only a dedicated husband could offer.
In a show of uncanny strength for this hour, he grasped her hips and guided her towards the far end of the shower. From there, he pinned Marilyn to the wall. The feeling of cold linoleum against her back helped build the anticipation. Now holding onto his arms for leverage, she gazed lovingly at him as he lifted her leg and positioned himself at just the right angle.
Like a reflex or a carefully honed skill, Tyler guided his hips towards her until the tip of his cock pressed up against her outer folds. A careful maneuver followed, his hard manly flesh penetrating her moist womanly depths. From there, their bodies and their desires did the rest. And they began making love.
“Oh my God!” Marilyn gasped. “Yes…that’s it. That’s what I need.”
“Mmm…and I love giving it to you,” Tyler grunted.
He hastened his movements, getting in closer to maximize the body contact in between thrusts. Marilyn’s gasps and moans intensified. She clung harder to his arms and buried her face in his shoulder, focusing on every wondrous sensation that followed.
Together, their naked bodies moved and jived, flesh complementing flesh with every motion. The pace wasn’t too fast or chaotic. That wasn’t her and Tyler’s style. Given the nature of their works, they had always favored the steadier, smoother brand of sex. There was a time and a place for a rowdy romp. This wasn’t it. This was the time for tender, caring lovemaking.
“Love…emboldens life,” Marilyn found herself saying repeatedly.
The same mantra that her hospital had preached to a whole new meaning. Before long, it had just been a slogan meant to offer strength in the face of hardship. Now, in the throughs of passion, it carried even greater weight.
She and Tyler continued making love, even as hot steam filled their bathroom. Their bodies slick with moisture, every movement seemed so effortless. From the way their naked skin grinded to the smooth slithering of his manhood inside her womanhood, it all felt so wonderfully intimate. It brought Marilyn to a much better place, mentally and physically, than she’d been earlier that night.
Eventually, the succession of sensual sensations escalated. The internal and external feelings of sex sent Marilyn down the path of orgasm. Even in her stressful state, the feeling built up inside her. It also helped that Tyler knew all her little quirks. From how he nibbled around her neck to how he angled his thrusts, he hit all the right spots.
At some point in their lovemaking, he pulled away and turned her around so that she was pressed up against the wall, her perky butt facing him while he stood behind her. From there, Tyler thrust back into her and stepped up the pace even more. The wet smacking sound of his pelvis colliding against her butt echoed throughout the bathroom. He even reached around and used his fingers to stimulate her clit, giving her an even greater boost in her journey to ecstasy.
“Tyler! Ooh Tyler! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Marilyn gasped.
“Me too, my love. Me too,” he gasped, leaning in to whisper directly into her ear.
His deep, loving voice helped her complete the journey. Like arriving atop the summit of a mountain, she took that final step. From there, her world became awash with the raw ecstasy of their love.
“Ohhhh yes!”
Marilyn’s euphoric cry filled the bathroom as the orgasmic rush washed over her. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and raked her nails down the walls of the bathroom. Hot waves of pleasure surged through her, the inner muscles of her vagina contracting around her lover’s flesh. It manifested so beautifully, her body under the weight of such pleasure. It was so intense that she almost didn’t sense when Tyler came too.
“Marilyn…oh God!” he gasped.
His moans weren’t quite as loud, but every bit as intense. He tightened his grip on her hip, leaning over and placing another hand atop hers. As he climaxed, he interlocked their fingers and squeezed her hand, holding on as he got his sweet release.
Marilyn grinned widely as she took in that hot, intimate sensation. She could actually sense his penis throbbing inside her as his manly fluids mixed with her juices. Along with the surge of pleasure, it gave form and substance to their love.
“I love you,” said Tyler, still whispering into her ear.
“I love you too,” said Marilyn. “Thank you…for helping me heal.”
“You heal others. I heal you. Remember?”
“Mmm…thanks for reminding me.”
As they caught their breath, Tyler withdrew from her so that she could turn around and return to his embrace. He eagerly held her close, drawing her back under the pouring torrent of water. Once there, they met in another soft kiss to complete their lovemaking.
Through a shared effort, they created this amazing feeling. And after a night of immense hardship and heavy losses, it wasn’t just what she needed. It was what this world needed, now more than ever.
Filed under Sexy Short Story
Jack Reacts | Ms. Marvel Episode 1 | Generation Why
The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. And this video is my quick, dirty, and (overly) giddy reaction to the first episode of “Ms. Marvel.” Enjoy!
Revisiting Ms. Marvel #1: The Comic That Made Me A Kamala Khan Fan For Life
The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. In anticipation of the Ms. Marvel TV series, I decided to revisit the comic that started it all for Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel #1. Of the many comics I’ve read over my life, few have impacted me quite like this one. It didn’t just make me a Kamala Khan fan for life. It redefined what I thought a great young superhero could be. It was one of those rare comics that I still go back to, time and again.
And with Iman Vellani poised to bring Kamala to life, I’d like to go over this memorable issue once more and highlight why it resonated with me so much. Enjoy!
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