Daily Sexy Musings: Love and Secrets

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Being in love with someone means many things. It can also vary wildly from person to person. One couple may show love by sharing romantic dinners and expensive gifts. The other may show love by dressing up like horses and engaging in elaborate BDSM acts. Both can be loving in their own unique way.

That said, there are a few manifestations of love that are almost universal. They span time, traditions, taboos, and kinks. They are among the most powerful manifestations of the intimate bonds that love helps forge. One of those manifestations involves secrets and I’m not just talking about the sexy kind, although that can be part of it.

Being in love with someone means sharing yourself with them. It’s one thing to share resources, money, and Wi-Fi passwords. It’s quite another to share deep, personal secrets that you don’t just share with anyone. When I was with my ex-girlfriend, I told her things that I never told some of my closest friends. She did the same. It was part of what made our relationship intimate.

I don’t doubt that my own parents tell each other things that they never told me or my siblings. That’s the kind of love they have for one another. It can be scary, sharing such revealing secrets to other people. It can also be exhilarating. It can help strengthen a bond with someone in incredible ways. It’s a beautiful thing and a fitting subject of a Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

I know something about you.

You know something about me.

We know something nobody else does.

We are one another’s lock and key.

In a sea of many, full of beauty, personality, and talent, we found one another. That was only the firs step. Falling in love wasn’t even the tenth. If love is a process, then we have cleared most every step, large and small. What started as intimate interest has become something more.

Even so, it’s not enough. Just being with you, feeling you, and knowing you does not quench my thirst for intimacy. Through touch, embrace, and sex, we share our bodies and our efforts. Even those features are basic, occupying the surface of our passions. To love each other, we must take a dance.

To be with you is to trust you.

To be with me is to protect my secrets.

To be together is to guard our bodies, souls, and hearts.

Whether through soft whispers or loud confessions, I expose to you the softest parts of my soul. Just acknowledging these sentiments causes great discomfort. In you, I place my trust. I hope you understand and appreciate my offer. What you have is both a privilege and a responsibility. What you do with it is in your hands.

As I hope, you return the favor. In me, you open yourself. I know your body, but now I know your mind. The thoughts, feelings, and knowledge that you dread most are now mine to hold. I feel the weight of the burden on my shoulders, but I also sense the extent of your trust.

Our secrets are now out.

Our lives are now deeply entwined.

Our love is now greater than ever.

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Why Obesity Will Never Be Attractive

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There are a lot of complexities, oddities, and eccentricities that go into what makes someone attractive. Betty White might not have the body of a Victoria’s Secret model, but she has a wide range of talents and quirks that make her attractive in her own unique way. Being physically beautiful is nice, but that will only get someone so far in terms of being attractive.

Certain people find weird things beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with that. Human beings have diverse and eclectic tastes in many things, especially when it comes to beauty standards. That said, there are some attributes to being attractive that are difficult to circumvent. That’s not to say one particular feature is always unattractive. There are simply some logistical issues that go beyond taste.

One feature that tends to become an issue every summer is that of fat acceptance. In recent years, ads using beautiful female models to promote beach body readiness have become controversial for reasons that are only half-legitimate. The complaints are fairly standard. Using beautiful models promotes unhealthy body images. While the veracity of those concerns may have some merit, that’s rarely where the complaining stops.

The outrage.

It’s not enough to protest products that use beautiful people in their advertising or movies that only ever cast attractive, relatively fit actors. For some, the entire concept of finding someone fit and thin as beautiful is detrimental. It doesn’t just foster unrealistic beauty standards. It perverts the entire concept of beauty. It sends the message that fat cannot be attractive.

At a time when obesity rates all over the world are increasing, it seems like a problem that’s bound to get worse, especially if the media insists on using thin, fit models. It has given those in the fat acceptance movements, as well as those on extreme ends of the political spectrum, ample material with which to voice their outrage.

Now, in the spirit of sifting through the firestorm that is outrage culture, I want to make clear that there are certain traits that don’t warrant shame and stigma. Someone’s race, ethnicity, sexuality, and gender aren’t things they can control. Attacking someone or judging their attractiveness by those standards isn’t just unreasonable. It’s just a dick move.

When it comes to fat, however, the line gets somewhat obscure. It’s true that some people are genetically predisposed to being obese. There’s nothing they can do to change that. Losing weight or staying thin is just much harder for them than most people. I know this because I have relatives who are thin as a rail, but eat like pigs and never gain an ounce.

To that extent, I don’t support shaming or stigmatizing individuals who just got dealt a bad genetic hand. Having the body of a Victoria’s Secret model isn’t something that anyone can gain with sufficient exercise and diet. That kind of beauty is akin to winning a genetic lottery.

The sexiest lotto winners.

Where the fat acceptance movement loses credibility, though, is when it attempts to place fat as something that warrants a level of attractiveness on par with those who are thin. Some frame it as healthy at any size or basic body positivity, but the intended results are the same. The idea is to make those not blessed with supermodel genes feel and be accepted as attractive.

While I can understand and even appreciate the intentions, idealistic they might be, I can’t overlook one glaring problem with that effort. It’s not so much a matter of attitudes as it is an issue of logistics. Simply put, fat will never be as attractive as thin or otherwise toned bodies. It’s not because of culture, the media, or some nefarious conspiracy by the patriarchy, either. It’s just simple logistics.

To understand, you need only look at what it takes to be fat and compare it to what it takes to be thin. Being fat is relatively easy. You eat lots of sugary, unhealthy food and you don’t get enough exercise to burn off the calories. While genetics will add numerous variations, this process is part of basic human biology.

To be thin and fit like the models in the beach body ads, you need to put in real, strenuous effort. As someone who has made that effort, I can attest to how difficult it is. You have to exercise discipline in changing your eating habits. You have to push yourself to exercise regularly and that exercise is rarely pleasant. At times, it’ll feel downright uncomfortable. However, in time, you will see results.

Those intractable difference also sends other, less obvious messages that influence how attractive someone is. When people see someone who is thin and fit, they don’t just see their body. They see someone who is willing to put in the work to look they way they do. They also see someone who will endure physical and mental strain in order to achieve a goal. Those are all things we want in a potential partner.

Conversely, seeing someone who is fat or unfit sends the message that someone doesn’t care about their health. They either don’t want to put in the effort to look better or don’t care to look better. Then, they expect other people to find them attractive without them doing anything to earn it. Beyond the physical attributes of fat, it’s an attitude that’s hard to make attractive in any context.

On top of that, obesity does lead to a host of legitimate medical issues that go beyond beauty standards. Unlike other physical traits, it is possible to lose weight and body fat. There is a biological process for it and there’s no need for fad diets, either. There are plenty of success stories about people who put in the work and lost considerable weight.

Again, such efforts are very difficult for certain people due to genetic factors that they cannot control. I know people who work out regularly, but can only seem to lose so much weight. It’s frustrating, but the fact they put in the effort still shows in other ways. They’re healthier, they have more energy, and they feel better about themselves. That makes them more attractive than anyone protesting beach body ads.

To some extent, there needs to be some stigma against activities that are objectively unhealthy. It’s how many societies have managed to reduce smoking rates. Like it or not, being too fat is unhealthy. No matter how many ads someone protests or how many plus-sized models get hired for underwear ads, that’s not going to change.

Beauty standards are subject to all sorts of trends and quirks. They always have been and fat has been part of that for much of human history. No matter how much or how little fat is considered attractive, unhealthy traits that denote unhealthy characteristics will never reflect ideals of beauty.

In the same way being attractive takes effort, being healthy, fit, and desirable to others requires hard work and a measure of discipline. Someone’s ability to achieve that often says more about who they are, as a person, than what they look like in a bikini.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Hot Kissing Edition

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What’s a hot, sexy romance without a good kiss? It’s one of the few common traits that both cheesy romance and porn have in common. Two lovers find each other, they kiss, and then they let passion and/or horniness do the rest. It’s a beautiful thing that’s worth celebrating in all its intimate glory.

I still remember my first kiss fondly. It wasn’t exactly epic or exhilarating. I was in a car with my girlfriend at the time. We were about to head into my parents’ house for dinner. Before we went in, I leaned over and kissed her. It might not have been the most romantic moment of our lives, but it was special. It has only become more special as I’ve gotten older.

We’ve all had moments like that. A hot kiss is one of those few romantic gestures that’s truly universal. A good kiss can be what initiates a romantic moment. It can also help conclude one. It can be something sweet and innocent. It can also be sexy and dirty. How many romantic gestures are that flexible?

Being a romantic, a hot kiss will often mark the apex of an epic love story. Having written more than a few of those stories, I understand the power of a hot, intimate kiss. This being one of the hottest times of the year, weather-wise, I thought it was fitting to dedicate this week’s edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts to this most sexy of gestures. Enjoy!


“By its own nature, charisma is the most indirect form of foreplay.”


“Loneliness is nature’s way of urging us to share our orgasms with others.”


“Puberty is nature’s way of testing how we handle feeling anxious, angry, and horny all at once.”


“To some extent, flirting is a tacit way of daring someone to get naked with you.”


“It’s very likely that the first massage was just foreplay that worked a little too well.”


“The act of falling in love is essentially a proto-orgasm.”


“Porn is an art form in the same way strawberry ice cream is a fruit.”


I hope that inspired everyone to make the next kiss they share with their lover count. There’s a time and place to just share a quick peck on the cheek. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a fitting gesture of love. The same applies to those deep, hot, intimate kisses that really gets our hearts racing for all the right reasons. If you’re lucky enough to have a lover, make those moments count.

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“Beating The Heat” A Sexy Short Story For A Hot Summer Day

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote in celebration of the Summer Solstice. In addition to it being the longest day of the year, it’s also hot and humid. That means it’s easy to work up a sweat and sweat is just another way of making sexy things sexier. Enjoy!

“Damn it! Of all the days for the air conditioner to break down, it just had to be today,” groaned a frustrated Ellen Fryer.

The young woman lounged lazily on her couch, staring up at a ceiling fan that was nowhere near enough, even at its highest setting. The TV was on in the background, but she’d stopped paying attention a half-hour ago. There was only so much she could focus on when it was 106 degrees outside and on her anniversary, no less.

Wiping another layer of sweat from her forehead, Ellen sighed in defeat. She was not built for the heat. She’d grown in Canada where the sub-zero temperatures in spring were considered normal. She thought she could handle moving to Florida for work, at least for a while. Then, she fell in love with Ethan Fryer, who not only grew up in a tropical climate, but thrived in it.

She envied his resilience while laughing every time he called a 51-degree winter day a cold spell. On a day when a heat advisory had closed the local parks, Ellen there was nothing funny about their massive disparity in heat tolerance. As she tried her best not to think about it, the back door to their one-level home opened and Ethan stepped in, shirtless and covered in sweat.

“Well, it’s official,” he said. “The condenser coils are shot and the compressor is useless.”

“The way you say it implies this isn’t something we can fix in the next hour,” Ellen said dryly.

“I’m afraid not, hun. I already called my buddy, Marco. He says he won’t have the parts until Monday at the earliest.”

“Monday? Seriously!” she groaned. “So it’s not just our anniversary. We’ll be stuck here without air conditioning all weekend!”

“I don’t like it, either. But we’ll find a way to stay cool. We always do.”

“Easy for you today,” Ellen said. “You’re used to the heat. You grew up in it. Hell, you seem to enjoy it!”

“That doesn’t mean I like seeing my wife so miserable. That, I’ll never get used to.”

That sweet, sincere tone of his kept Ellen from complaining even more. There was no use taking her frustrations out on her husband, who’d braved the heat to try and fix their air conditioner. His brother was a mechanic and his father made furniture. Ethan knew how to use tools and work machines. Those skills were no match for the heat, though. It didn’t seem fair and it might end up derailing their anniversary.

Now avoiding eye-contact, Ellen turned off the TV and buried her face in the arm of the couch to vent her frustration. Ethan walked over and sat down next to her, not even bothering to put on a shirt to distract from those dirty jeans he’d been wearing all day. He attempted to console her, as any good husband would. It did little to cool her off, but it did help calm her down.

“I’m sorry, Ethan. I shouldn’t take it out on you. It’s not your fault I have piss-poor heat tolerance,” Ellen said, still avoiding eye-contact.

“That’s okay. You have plenty of other wonderful traits,” he teased.

“And you look damn good without a shirt on so it’s still not fair,” she went on. “It’s just…had this big, elaborate plan for today. We were going to take a day off work, turn off our phones, and spend half the day just catching up with one another. We’ve just been so goddamn busy since we moved into this house that we barely had any time to just be a husband and wife.”

“I still love that plan. It’s not quite as ambitious as taking a trip to Canada, but we’ve been pretty limited in terms of air fare lately. Between buying this house and starting new jobs, we can barely afford a dinner at the Cheesecake Factory.”

“God, what I wouldn’t give for some cold, Canadian air right now,” she said, “but just being some place cooler isn’t the point. This day and this weekend was supposed to be about us…not about beating the heat.”

Ellen groaned into the arm of the couch again. Ethan let her vent, but didn’t let her despair. After belaboring her frustration, he pulled her up from her slouched position and into a light embrace. He was still hot and sweaty from outside, but his strong arms and loving presence was still comforting. She didn’t even mind the smell of mud and humidity. The fact he was so willing to sweat for her was part of why she loved him so much.

“We can still make the most of this day,” he told her. “We’re still together. We made it a whole year as husband and wife, despite a make-shift wedding my parents hated and you moving to Florida, which your parents hated.”

“Yeah, we’ve beaten more than the heat. That’s for sure,” Ellen said, mustering a light smile.

“My mom still thinks I was nuts to marry a full-blooded Canadian.”

“And my dad still thinks me living in Florida is a bad idea. Even in this heat, I’m not willing to concede how right he might have been.”

“Despite all that – and the busted air conditioner, on top of it – I still love you, Ellen. I’m still so thankful to call you my wife.”

“I love you too, Ethan. Even when I’m hot, miserable, and restless, I love you,” she said. “I just really wanted to do something special today…something fun and memorable that we can tell the grandkids one day.”

“Well, it’s only half past noon,” Ethan pointed out. “There may still be time.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” she said, “but the parks closed and the nearest water park packed to capacity, our options are really limited.”

“We’ll figure something out. I promise.”

He embraced her a little closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing the side of her head. Ellen returned the favor, resting her head on his shoulders lightly pawing his chest. She didn’t mind the sweat. Wearing a dirty tank-top and shorts, she could withstand the grime and smell. As frustrating as it was to have her anniversary derailed, she refused to let a busted air conditioner defeat her.

Ellen lingered in her husband’s arms for a bit, wondering how they were going to salvage the day. He seemed content to just sit with her, resting his head on the back of the couch and taking in the air from the ceiling fan. The heat still didn’t seem to bother him, but her being miserable sure did. There had to be a way to make their anniversary special, despite their limited means. She was just too hot to think of it.

Suddenly, Ethan shifted in his seat. She looked up at him to see that his expression had shifted as well.

“Actually, I’ve got an idea,” he said, “a crazy, unusual idea that just might help us.”

“Are you sure?” Ellen questioned with a cocked eyebrow. “I’ve heard those words and I’ve seen that look in your eyes. Usually, your ideas have mixed results, at best.”

“This one probably won’t change my record, but it’ll help us celebrate our anniversary and beat the heat…among other things.”

Ethan cast her a devious, but playful grin. He didn’t show it often, but when he did, it usually meant that they were in for an adventure of sorts. The last time she saw it was on their honeymoon in Miami. That usually had some pretty distinct implications.

“I’m still skeptical, but very curious,” she said.

“Curious enough to trust me with this?” Ethan asked.

“I married you on this day a year ago, Ethan. I think we’ve done plenty to establish trust in one another.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a shrug. “Just follow along with what I do and we’ll make this work!”

His mind already going a mile a minute, he got up off the couch and closed the blinds for the back door. He then pushed the coffee table out of the way and cleared a large space in the center of the living room.

“Stand here under the fan,” he told her.

“Okay, but you know that fan is a piece of shit, right?” she said. “It’s been going all morning and hasn’t done squat to cool this place down.”

“Don’t worry. For what I have planned, it won’t have to…not entirely, anyways.”

His voice took on a mischievous, yet eager undertone. Ethan had always been the kind of man who got overly-energetic when he felt like he was onto something. That was part of why he was so good at his job as a graphic designer. He knew how to be creative and draw inspiration from unexpected places. Having come to trust such eccentricities, Ellen did as he asked.

She got up from the couch and stood right under the fan, which happened to hover right over the center of the room. Ethan then pushed the couch back a little further, giving them even more room, before addressing her again.

“Now, take your clothes off,” he said.

Ellen looked at him with a bemused half-grin. Ethan had a lot of endearing traits, but the man had no tact and little filter between his brain and genitals.

“I promise, it’s for a good reason,” he assured her.

“One other than an excuse to see me naked?” Ellen quipped.

“Since when do I need an excuse to see my wife naked?” he retorted innocently. “I want to help you and for my idea to work, you need to be naked.”

She was tempted to ask more questions, especially if Ethan hadn’t thought everything through, which he rarely did. However, it was too damn hot for overthinking such things.

“Fuck it,” she sighed. “With no AC, I might as well give my tits and cooch some air.”

“Now there’s the bold woman I married!”

Ellen just rolled her eyes as she stripped out of her tank-top, shorts, and underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra, having decided shortly after the AC broke that the fewer layers she had on, the better. She didn’t even try being sexy about it, throwing her clothes across the room like they were dirty laundry. That didn’t stop Ethan from eying her exposed tits for a moment, but he didn’t stay distracted for long.

As she stood naked under the ceiling fan, he rushed over to the kitchen and opened the freezer. He then retrieved every tray of ice they had stored, grabbed the mini-cooler they had stored in a nearby cabinet, and dumped every cube into it. Ethan worked with a sense of urgency, like a man on a mission to save his anniversary. Ellen found that endearing, but remained skeptical.

“What’s the big plan, Ethan?” she asked with folded arms. “Are you just going to cover me in ice and pretend that’s as good as a working air conditioner?”

“Not quite, but close,” he said.

After putting every last ice cube in the cooler, her over-excited husband closed it and rejoined her in the living room. A curt grin never left his face as he set the cooler down, undid his belt, and took off his pants, boxers and all.

“You want a memorable anniversary and you want to cope with a Florida heat wave,” he said. “That’s asking a lot, but when you’ve lived through as many heat waves as I have, you learn a few tricks here and there to stay cool.”

“Do all those tricks involve mutual nudity?” Ellen asked.

“Not all of them, but more than most,” Ethan joked. “Now lie down on the floor. Make sure you’re right under the fan. I’m going to cool you off…and heat you up.”

His voice took on a distinctly seductive tone, conveying that manly bravado that had attracted her to him in the first place. Even in the unbearable heat, Ellen found it sexy. Him being naked, that toned upper body of his combined with a generous endowment between his legs, certainly heightened the allure.

The kinkier parts mind were already starting to fill in the blanks. However, she decided not to make too many assumptions. Her husband requested her trust in rectifying the situation with their air conditioner and her anniversary. She still had every intention of giving it.

“Well, if I’m going to ask that much of my husband and the heat, I might as well take a chance.”

“You mean I won’t have to coax you into doing something kinky? I’m already liking this anniversary!”

“Don’t push it, stud.”

Still grinning, Ellen laid down on the floor, scooting a little to her right so that she was directly under the fan. She probably should’ve asked whether Ethan had vacuumed the living room like she’d asked him to do two days ago, but something told her she was better off not knowing.

As she laid on the plush white carpet, the air from the fan flowing over her naked body, her husband knelt down next to her and set the cooler to his side. For a moment, he just gazed lovingly at her, his eyes drifting up and down her exposed form, paying extra attention to her breasts and pussy.

He hadn’t admired her beauty like that since their honeymoon, which had been five days of clothing optional activities. In his defense – and hers, for that matter – they hadn’t had the time or energy to just admire each other on a sunny afternoon. It was a welcome feeling, but it was still hindered by the heat.

“You’re so beautiful, Ellen,” he said to her in an affectionate tone. “In and out of your clothes, you’ve always found a way to be stunning.”

“I know you prefer me out of my clothes,” she teased. “Being Canadian, I’m still used to dressing in layers.”

“Being from Florida, feeling comfortable with nudity is more necessity than attitude. Whenever it gets this hot, you’ve got to be flexible…and a little creative.”

Doubling down on that seductive tone of his, he leaned in and kissed her affectionately on the lips. Ellen instinctively kissed back, but sensed the loving gesture from her husband had an ulterior motive. It didn’t take long to affirm her suspicions.

As their lips tenderly touched and their tongues twirled, she suddenly felt a shot of cold – glorious, refreshing cold – around her nipple. She shuddered at the feeling, albeit in the best possible way for a heatwave. She quickly recognized it as a cube of ice touching her skin. Somehow, he’d managed to stealthily open the cooler, retrieve a cube of ice, and sneak it onto her sweaty skin without her noticing.

“Ooh Ethan!” she cooed. “The ice…”

“Too cold?” he asked.

“Hell no!”

Encouraged by her reaction, he rubbed the ice cube around other parts of her breast. He kept on kissing her, as if to keep her from seeing what he was doing, creating a sense of anticipation and excitement to the experience. It must have worked because Ellen could already feel her nipple getting erect as more shivers followed. On a hot summer day without air conditioning, it was the best possible feeling – or second best, depending on how far Ethan took it.

He made good use of the first cube, rubbing it around both her breasts until it was half-melted. He was thorough, yet gentle, letting the cold water of the ice mix with the lingering sweat on her naked skin. Combined with the air flowing from the ceiling fan, it cooled off more than her breasts. By the time the cube broke apart both her nipples were hard and her skin numb with cold.

It was a good start, but she didn’t expect Ethan leave it at that. He finally broke the kiss before leaving what remained of the ice cube between her breasts.

“Hold still,” he told her. “I’m just getting warmed up!”

“Nice choice of words,” Ellen said curtly.

“You know what I mean,” he laughed.

With a more playful grin, he gathered more ice from the cooler. Now holding two cubes in each hand, he hovered over top of her so that he straddled her thighs. From there, he carefully and affectionately trailed the ice cubes over her body. It wasn’t the most efficient way of cooling someone down, but it definitely worked…more so than Ellen had expected.

Ethan didn’t just focus on the sexier parts of her body, either. He started at her forehead and worked his way down, rubbing the ice cubes over the airs that had been sweaty or clammy from the humidity. He paid special attention to her neck, her torso, her shoulders, her waist, and her abdomen. More relief followed as chills – genuine, refreshing chills – coursed through her body.

It was like a massage, but with ice instead of massage oil. Also, like a massage, all the touching had another effect. Ice or no ice, she was still naked. Such touching was bound to cause certain reactions.

“Ooh! I like that,” Ellen said. “I’m feeling cooler already…for the most part.”

“For the most part?” Ethan questioned.

“Well, there are certain parts of my body that are still hot,” she said with a sensual undertone.

Ethan flashed her a winning grin. His plan was officially working and Ellen had no problem conceding that. She just needed him to see it through to the utmost.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get to those parts soon enough.”

He continued his intimate efforts, rubbing the ice cubes down her arms again before spreading them every last part of her upper body. After applying the melting cubes to the areas around her waist, he set what remained of the cubes in her navel and retrieved more ice from the cooler.

He retrieved just two cubes, one for each hand. They happened to be larger than the others. Ellen figured there was a reason for that and if that naughty glint in his eyes were any indication, she knew what it entailed. She remained very still, even tensing in anticipation. The ice had already cooled down the majority of her body, but the parts that remained hot were also parts that would be more difficult to cool.

“Spread your legs, a little,” Ethan said. “Give those lady parts of yours some air.”

“You really think that’ll help?” she snickered.

“It couldn’t hurt to try, could it?”

Not caring about the logic of his lurid request, she did as he asked and parted her legs so that he had more room to work. Now positioned between them, having an unobstructed view of her pussy, he resumed his icy massage.

He didn’t go straight for her sensitive parts, though. He started on her lower thighs, working the eyes around the toned leg muscles that she’d sculpted from shoveling snow in Canada and running on the beaches in Florida. He steadily worked his way up, gliding the ice around her pelvis and inner thighs. The shivers that followed were even more intense, causing her whole body to shudder with greater intensity.

That helped Ellen cool off even more, so much so that she felt goosebumps on her skin that she hadn’t felt all summer. Bit by bit, he neared the outer contours of her vulva. He seemed to avoid it at first, flashing her a teasing glance at one point. She soon got impatient. All those cool, sexy shivers he’d evoked left her wanting more, but he just had to test her patience.

“It’s worse than I thought. You’re still so hot,” Ethan said, pretending to be worried. “You’re in luck, though, my dear wife. I believe I’ve found the source!”

At that moment, he trailed one of the ice cubes right over the outer folds of her pussy. Almost immediately, Ellen felt an extra intense shiver shoot through her body. That time, though, it wasn’t just from the chills.

“Ohhh Ethan!” she squealed with delight. “You found it. You definitely found it!”

“Indeed, I have,” Ethan said proudly.

Now more motivated than ever, he put the two ice cubes between her breasts so he could retrieve new ones. With those cubes, he focused entirely on rubbing the icy cold over her pussy. The sensations that followed were as strange as they were arousing.

It was a true clash of forces, the heat of her womanhood and the cold of the ice. Ethan was gentler than he’d been with the rest of her body, carefully trailing the cubes around the edges of her folds before holding them close to her wet opening. It cooled her down in some ways, but triggered more heat in others…albeit, a very different kind of heat.

Closing her eyes, the air from the fan still flowing over her naked body from above, Ellen moaned and writhed under the feeling. She bent her knees back and curled her toes, the shivers from the cold mixing with the shudders of arousal. It made for a strange, yet exhilarating feeling. It was cooling her down and making her horny at the same time. It shouldn’t have been physically possible in a Florida heat wave, but it was really happening.

Ethan didn’t just use the ice cube, either. When one cube melted especially fast – a likely and inescapable byproduct of her arousal – he used his hand to lightly finger her vagina. Still cold from holding the ice, his touch sent more shivers and shudders up through her body. At one point, Ellen arched her back and rubbed her still-hardened nipples, so much so that Ethan dropped the other ice cube.

Her reaction affirmed two inescapable truths. First, her lover’s unorthodox method for cooling her down worked. Second, it made her very horny.

“Ethan,” she said with great intensity in her tone. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“You…want me to stop?” he questioned.

“No. I want you skip a couple steps.”

Before he could ask question, Ellen shot up from the floor and kissed her husband passionately. It caught him off-guard somewhat, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

As she kissed him, she reached down and firmly stroked his cock. He was already semi-hard. Being naked with her, touching her, and seeing her react so strongly to his ice massage really got his blood flowing in the right direction. It didn’t take much foreplay to get him fully erect, but just getting him ready for some anniversary lovemaking wasn’t enough. She had to get a little creative as well.

“We’ll need more ice for this next part,” she said seductively after ending their kiss.

“We will?” he said, now curious as well.

“Oh we definitely will!”

Showing some playfulness as well, she reached over to the cooler and pulled it in closer. She then reached in, got a couple cubes of ice, and pressed some of it over his manly chest. That evoked shivers in him similar to the ones she’d felt earlier.

“Hold those there,” she told him.

Not saying a word, Ethan did what she said. Either he trusted her just that much or he was too horny to care. It didn’t matter either way. She intended to take their newfound method of beating the heat to a kinky extreme.

Grabbing another handful of ice from the cooler, she laid back down on the floor and placed it over her upper body. The cold quickly flowed into her naked skin that was already wet from his icy massage from earlier. It was a good feeling during a heatwave, but it wasn’t the only feeling she sought.

“Make love to me, Ethan,” she urged him. “Keep the ice between our bodies. Let’s see if we can melt it with our sex!”

“That…is the craziest, sexiest idea I’ve ever heard,” Ethan said.

“Well, I did say I wanted our first anniversary together to be fun and memorable.”

“That, you did,” he said, “and this definitely achieves both!”

Still holding the ice on his chest, Ethan went to work creating the kinds of memories they wouldn’t soon forget. He was still careful and diligent, lying down on top of her as she spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist securely. He made sure to keep the ice between them so that it was perfectly sandwiched between his chest and hers.

It was a strange feeling, a dozen cubes of ice between two hot naked bodies. It promised to make things a bit more cumbersome than usual for sex, but Ellen was plenty willing to work around the challenges. Her husband, his rigid member already pressing up against her inner thighs, seemed just as eager.

“Wow! That is cold,” Ethan said, shuddering somewhat as he hovered over her.

“I know. Nice, isn’t it?” she teased.

“Yeah…very nice.”

She kissed down his face and neck, which helped mitigate the shivering. It also helped focus again. Their bodies aligned and their passions ignited – figuratively speaking – he grabbed hold of her hips and guided his dick into her pussy. Her inner muscles, still in a strange state of arousal and cold, eagerly stretched to accommodate his length. Once united, the cubes of ice between them didn’t stand a chance.

“Oohhh yeah!” Ethan moaned. “That’s…so hot.”

“Mmm…and cool?” she quipped.

“That too!”

They laughed again before letting love and desire manifest in its most physical form. Their bodies began moving, Ethan working her body against hers, his knees and feet digging into the rug for leverage. As his member slithered inside her depths, Ellen dug the balls of her feet into his lower back while clinging to his shoulders, urging him supplementing the strength of his hips with that of her legs.

Moans and grunts soon filled the living room, their naked bodies rocking together in the glow of the afternoon sun. It was intoxicating, sensations coursing through her body with each intricate action. Beyond the feeling, though, the melting ice between them added something more to the mix. The cold on their skin, clashing with the heat of their sex, made for an oddly exhilarating feeling. The rhythm of their sex even seemed to spread the cold from the ice more effectively, much more so than earlier ice massage.

“So cool…so hot. So cool…so hot,” Ellen found herself repeating.

Ethan soaked in the unique blend of feelings with her, kissing down her neck and keeping his body pressed against hers. The pace of their lovemaking quickly accelerated, the rate at which his manhood pumped into her becoming more intense. Ethan’s determination to her pleasure showed in every movement, his dedication every bit as strong after a full year of marriage.

Whether it was the intensity or the cold from the ice, it send her to the brink of orgasm. Ellen could already feel it coming fast, like a cross between an arctic blast and an erupting volcano. It came so fast that she ended up raking her nails across her husband’s back.

“So cool…so hot! Going to…make me…come!” she gasped.

There wasn’t much ice left between their bodies at that point. The heat and friction they had created together had melted almost all of it. Something about that seemed fitting. It made the orgasm that washed over her that much more satisfying.

“Ohhh Ethan!” she cried out.

Closing her eyes, tightening the hold she had on her husband, Ellen let out a cry of ecstasy that coincided with a surge of raw ecstasy. The feeling coursed through her body, mixing with the lingering cold from the ice. It made for another unique blend, the icy cold and the hot sensations of sex. It proved quite potent, more so than she expected.

As her body shifted and writhed under the weight of that unique experience, Ethan ceased his thrusting and kissed down her neck. His member remained buried in her depths, surrounded by her throbbing heat. He was already short of breath, but still very much engrossed in the same experience.

“How’s that for cooling off?” Ethan whispered into her ear.

“I say it’s…effective,” Ellen said through her orgasmic daze.

“Good to know,” he said. “I honestly didn’t expect it to work that well.”

“In that case…maybe you need a little cooling off too!”

She used her most seductive tone, the kind that usually gave Ethan pause in an intimate situation. Having felt the joys of sex and ice, Ellen now felt compelled to share more of it with her wonderful husband. It being their anniversary, she had that much more incentive to make it memorable.

He didn’t ask for specifics. He didn’t even resist when she captured his lips in another kiss, rolled him over so that he was on his back, and position their bodies so that he was under the ceiling fan. Upon breaking the kiss, Ellen retrieved another handful of ice from the cooler and pressed it on his chest. Then, with her knees firmly planted at his sides and his manhood still inside her pussy, she began riding him.

“Time to cool you off…and make you come!” Ellen said seductively.

“That…sounds so damn sexy when you say it,” he replied.

Grinning playfully, she smothered more ice over his upper body, spreading it around his upper body as she worked her pussy along his manly length. She even made sure there was room for the air from the fan to wash over him, cooling him even more in the process. She could feel him shiver at times from the ice. He laughed gleefully in between moans of bliss. He looked like he was having more fun than he’d had since their honeymoon.

Ellen laughed with him as their naked bodies moved together in a sexual fervor. She was extra thorough with every motion, knowing how much her husband loved to feel the full length of her womanhood around his member. He also reached up and fondled her bouncing breasts, his hand still cold from the ice. It allowed him to share in the unique feeling as well.

After riding him for a bit, melting more ice in the process, she sensed Ethan getting close. She could tell by the way his expression twitched and his hold on her breasts intensified. He was poised to share in the same potent peak that she’d felt earlier.

“Ellen, I’m so…so close!” he grunted. “The cold…the heat…I love it!”

She cast him another seductive look, moving her hips a little faster to send him over the edge. She also kept what remained of the ice pressed up against his nipples as kept fondling her breasts. Finally, he crossed that threshold and took the proverbial plunge into ecstasy.

“Ohhh Ellen!” he exclaimed.

It was a beautiful sound and an equally beautiful sight, the man she loved in a state of ecstasy. Deep grunts filled the room as his dick throbbed inside her, filling her depths with his manly seed. It was a hot feeling, but one that was balanced out by the presence of the ice. He seemed to appreciate that balance as well as they shared a beaming smile before kissing once more.

After the blissful feeling passed, Ellen rose up off her lover and laid down next to him. They remained on the floor, still under the ceiling fan. The ice on their naked bodies had melted, but the cold lingered and the air following over them cooled them even more. It was probably the best possible feeling for that moment.

“I love you, Ethan,” Ellen told her husband, still curled up to his naked body.

“I love you too, Ellen,” Ethan replied, his arm lovingly draped around her.

“And thank you,” she added, “for making our first anniversary so memorable.”

“You’re welcome,” he said proudly. “I could’ve done without the broken air conditioner, but I think we’ve made the most of it.”

“That we have,” she said. “Plus…we still have plenty more ice.”

Ethan turned towards her and grinned.

“Then, let’s not waste it!” he said eagerly.

She kissed him again, leading her husband into another round of playful foreplay. They still had a long, hot afternoon without air conditioning ahead of them. They would have to find some way of staying cool and they’d just discovered something that worked incredibly well.

A year ago, she married him. Today, on their anniversary, she made love to him in the middle of a heat wave with ice cubes on his nipples. It might not have been the most traditional way of celebrating their first anniversary, but it was still plenty memorable. On top of that, it actually helped her cool off. What more could anyone want on a hot summer day without air conditioner?

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Daily Sexy Musing: Special Occasions

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Holidays are great. Whether they’re religious, national, or the ones that specifically benefit the Hallmark corporation, they reflect sincere sentiments that can’t always be expressed in a five-dollar card. That kind of sentiment has a place in any intimate relationship, be it between casual lovers or spouses who have been together for a half-century.

However, some holidays aren’t reflected on a calendar or a marketing gimmick from Hallmark. Some are more personal than that. They might not even fit the traditional definition of a holiday. They’re more specialized and focused. They celebrate events that are unique to a particular person or couple. For some, they can make for some genuinely special moments.

I’ve been lucky enough to celebrate and share some of those moments in my personal life. I’ve known other couples who do the same. One particular couple I know don’t celebrate their wedding anniversary or birthdays with much fanfare, but they go out of their way to celebrate the day they shared their first kiss. That day means something to them and they make it a point to celebrate that.

I feel like those moments bring out an under-appreciated, but profound connection between people. It can also make for some of the best romance in both the real world and in sexy stories, like the ones I tell. If you’re lucky enough to have those occasions, I hope you have a passionate way of celebrating them.

That’s what this Daily Sexy Musing is intended to inspire. There are plenty of commercial holidays already. There’s a National Pizza Day, for crying out loud. If you don’t already have one of those special occasions to share with your significant other, I hope this encourages you to make one Enjoy!

We’ve marked the calendar.

We’ve cleared our schedule.

We’ve reserved the necessary time.

For everyone else, it’s just another day. The sun rises and sets, ushering in the daily grind that so many endure. We’ve had those days too. They are as much a part of our lives as any. However, this day is different. Today is special to us and together, we make it our own.

Not long ago, this day was nothing special. We spent much of our lives forgetting it as soon as it ended. Then, you came into my life. With you, every day gained greater meaning. Some had more than others. Whether by fate, choice, or luck, this day marked the moment when our paths converged.

On this day years ago, you kissed me.

On this day years ago, I felt your love on my lips.

On this day years ago, I dared to believe I’d found the one.

On this day years ago, we became something more.

In just one moment, an unremarkable date on a calendar gained immeasurable meaning. It became ingrained in our memories, a moment we’ve come to cherish more and more. I thought I knew its power at the time. With each passing year, I’ve come to know more and more.

Once again, we celebrate that moment.

Once again, we cherish that power.

Once again, we relive that precious memory.

You kiss me and I kiss you. On a fateful day years ago, it created the spark that we so eagerly fuel. Now, it is our favorite holiday and we’re ready to celebrate, as only we can.

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Good People, Corruption, And Politics According To “Designated Survivor”

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Politics is a dirty, cut-throat world that often requires good people to compromise principles, integrity, and basic human decency. Most people wouldn’t argue that. Even before the internet, the corruption that often goes hand-in-hand with politics was well-documented. That corruption has only become more visible in recent years. It’s hard to go more than a week without seeing a fresh case of shady political conduct.

However, instead of dwelling on how ugly politics can get in the age of social media and outrage culture, I’d like to scrutinize the nature of that corruption. I don’t doubt the ugliness or absurdities that politics often breeds, but it also poses some interesting question.

Do politics naturally corrupt the people who get involved?

Is corruption in politics unavoidable?

Do politics only attract corrupt individuals?

Is it possible to get anything done in politics without some amount of corruption?

These are not easy questions to answer. You don’t have to look hard to find corrupt politicians or uncover cases where politics undermined efforts to pursue a public good. However, the extent and the process of that corruption is sometimes difficult to understand. Those of us not involved in politics have a hard time imagining how ordinary people could become so callous.

That’s why a show like “Designated Survivor” is so uniquely compelling. Even as a work of fiction, this show explores the complex world of politics within the most extreme of circumstances. There’s political drama, intense action, and ongoing mysteries that go beyond politics, but the latest season of the show accomplished something unique in terms of how people become corrupt.

The premise of the show starts simple. Tom Kirkman, played by Keifer Sutherland, works at the White House as a fairly low-level department head as the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. In terms of rank and influence, his authority is barely above that of a typical intern.

Then, prior to the annual State of the Union Speech, he gets picked for the unenviable role of designated survivor, which is a real thing. It’s a role meant to keep the government going in the worst of worst-case scenarios when there’s a catastrophic attack that kills the President, Congress, and much of the government. In the pilot episode, that’s exactly what happens.

Suddenly, this man who has never run for political office or served as an elected official is thrust into the role of President of the United States and after the worst attack in the history of the country. It’s overwhelming, to say the least. It makes for great TV drama, but it also creates a unique experiment in what power and politics do to an otherwise ordinary person.

Before Kirkman is thrust into this role, it’s established early on that he’s somewhat of an idealist. He identifies as an independent who is genuinely concerned with using the political process to pursue a public good. He also demonstrates early on that he has a strict understanding of right and wrong. For him, there’s no compromise or second-guessing when it comes to ethics.

On paper, he has the kind of character and ethics that most people want in a politician. Even the dire circumstances of his ascension are favorable because he never had to raise money from billionaires to finance his campaign. He doesn’t even have to make shady deals or back-stab anyone, which is also an all-too-common tactic in politics.

In a sense, Tom Kirkman comes into this position of power free of corruption. He is in a position where he can govern with his principles and ideals intact. This isn’t “Mr. Smith Goes To Washington.” This is Mr. Smith gaining unprecedented power without having to go through the corrupt process.

Throughout the first and second season of the show, Kirkman tries to do his job with his ideals intact. Whether it’s tracking down who blew up the Capitol or preventing an all-out war in East Asia, he has to constantly render difficult and weighty decisions that test his ability to keep being that affable man from the first episode.

For the most part, he succeeds on many fronts. The conflicts throughout the show often followed a common formula. President Kirkman faces a difficult issue. One side urges him to make one risky, politically-motivated decision. The other side urges something else that’s just as risky and just as political. Kirkman, unwilling to compromise his laurels, has to forge a third option.

Time and again, the integrity of his character shows. By the end of the second season, the extent of that integrity is beyond dispute. Then, the third season arrives, via Netflix, and everything changes and not just due to the sudden increase in profanity.

This season, unlike the previous two, cast aside the formula of the first two seasons, but not without reason. The entire third season is built around Kirkman running for re-election as an independent. At this point, all the good he did with respect to rebuilding the government after a devastating attack is a distant memory. It’s all politics now and this is where his integrity is pushed to the limit.

Almost immediately, Kirkman discovers that just being a man of integrity isn’t enough. The first episode of the third season really sets the tone, highlighting how easy it is for his ideals to get lost in the politics of an election. Just saying what’s true and right isn’t enough. It has to resonate with voters. That’s the only criterion that counts for anything.

His primary opponent in this season is Cornelius Moss. In the second season, he was an ally. He came in as a former president who knew the rigors of the job better than most. He was also an experienced politician. He had experienced the corrupt world of politics and he had successfully navigated it. As a result, he never comes off as having the kind of integrity and principles that Kirkman espouses.

For a while, Moss comes off as an outright villain in the world of “Designated Survivor” and in a season that introduces a full-fledged bioterrorist, no less. He conducts himself the same way most people expect a corrupt politician to behave. He doesn’t care about truth, integrity, or decency. He does whatever he must in order to win the election and secure his power.

In previous seasons, Kirkman would’ve sought a way to counter those tactics and come out with his integrity intact. It was part of what made him so respectable, as both a character and a politician. Season three makes it abundantly clear that this is not going to work this time. If Kirkman wants to win, he’ll have to compromise his principles.

Without spoiling too many plot points, I’ll just state that the conclusion of this struggle leaves Kirkman in a very vulnerable position. He’s no longer the same man he was when he became President. The attack on the Capitol that made him President was an extreme circumstance that he never could’ve known about. What happens with the election in season three is very much a byproduct of his own choices.

It doesn’t definitively answer those questions I listed earlier, but it does offer some insights. More than anything else, season three of “Designated Survivor” makes the case that the political process will ultimately corrupt anyone who gets involved. It doesn’t matter how principled or decent they are. The very nature of navigating power requires that people compromise their ideals.

It’s not just Tom Kirkman who struggles with it, either. The same supporting cast that helped him cling to his principles for the first two seasons, such as Aaron Shore, Emily Rhodes, and Seth Wright, end up compromising, as well. For some, it’s disconcerting. For others, it’s downright traumatic. In the final episodes of Season 3, the reactions of Emily Rhodes nicely mirror those who valued Kirkman’s character.

There’s now an unavoidable disconnect between what Kirkman says and what he does. Even the actions of Cornelius Moss are obscured when he too becomes a victim of shady political dealings. In the end, there’s no one left in “Designated Survivor” whose integrity hasn’t been compromised. There’s also no one left whose morals aren’t muddled by circumstances.

Even in a fictional context, the politics in “Designated Survivor” are surprisingly reflective of real-world complications. Like in the show, every political party or movement believes they’re right and their opponents are wrong. They believe in what they’re doing. They also believe that if they fail, then the wrong policies will prevail.

Conservatives, liberals, libertarians, and even anarchists are guilty of that flawed mentality. It’s one of the many reasons why politics tends to breed polarization. When people are so convinced that they’re the good guys, they become more willing to cross certain lines to defeat the bad guys. Tom Kirkman managed to avoid that for two seasons. He couldn’t in the third.

Whether or not he’s vindicated for his choices remains to be seen. Depending on whether the show gets a fourth season, it’s inevitable that he’ll face consequences for his choices. How he manages those consequences will reveal how much integrity he still has. If he plays his cards poorly, he may not have any left when all is said and done.

Designated Survivor” is a great show that explores difficult issues. Season three had its faults, but it marked a major turning point for Tom Kirkman. He is definitely not the same person he was in the show’s first episode, but he’s not quite at that point where we can say he’s lost sight of his laurels.

Both circumstances and politics did plenty to change Tom Kirkman over the course of the show. You could make the case that these forces corrupted him. After season three, you could also make the case that he’s now on the same path as Walter White from “Breaking Bad” in that these circumstances simply brought out a side of him that was always there.

Whatever the case, the ugliness of politics is something people have to navigate, both in the real world and the fictional world of “Designated Survivor.” Good people will keep trying to do good. Corrupt people will keep pursuing corrupt behavior. Politics, whatever form it takes, can only ever complicate that process.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Superman: Year One #1

Every Wednesday, comic fans like me rejoice at the prospect of enjoying a nice stack of new books to start the day. While not every stack is full of epic sagas that leave readers with lifelong memories of pure awesome, there are some that stand out more than others. When one comic in that stack is written by Frank Miller, it’s usually an event that comic fans remember for the rest of their comic-loving days.

If you don’t know who Frank Miller is, then trust me when I say that his name carries a lot of weight in the comic book community. There’s Stan Lee. There’s Jack Kirby. There’s Alan Moore. Most people know those iconic names and the place they have in pop culture. Talk to most well-read comic book fans and they’ll agree. Frank Miller deserves to be in that special class of writer.

This is someone whose work was a true paradigm shift for the medium. His work in the 1980s changed the way people approached superhero comics. It’s not unreasonable to say that Miller is one of the most influential comic writers of the past 40 years. If you want to understand the power of that influence, then “Superman: Year One #1” should get the point across.

This is not a comic that requires a working knowledge of DC Comics’ current continuity, which has been subject to some messy upheavals over the past 10 years. You don’t even have to know anything about Superman to appreciate “Superman: Year One #1.” This is one of those rare books where anyone who has never touched a superhero comic can just pick it up, follow along, and understand the breadth of the story.

This comic, which is printed under DC’s more mature Black Label banner, is not a radical re-telling of Superman’s origins. If you know the basics or have just seen a few Superman movies, then you won’t see anything too shocking. That said, “Superman: Year One #1” brings something new, compelling, and revealing to the table.

There any number of stories about Clark Kent’s formative years, from origins comics to the “Smallville” TV series. Many go to great lengths to show how and why Clark becomes Superman. However, Miller’s approach to “Superman: Year One #1” is a bit different.

The story is less about Clark becoming a hero and more about how he finds his place in the world. He’s not a hero yet. The thought hasn’t even crossed his mind. He’s just a kid for most of the story, navigating his life and trying to figure out where he fits in. His emerging powers are secondary, for the most part.

There are times when Clark is overwhelmed. There are even times when he’s uncertain. One of Superman’s most defining traits is his inclination to do the right thing just because it’s the right thing. That’s what makes him the hero by which all others are measured. In “Superman: Year One #1,” he doesn’t know what the right thing is yet, but he’s eager to find out.

In addition to the emergence of Clark’s morality, Miller also explores his influences and his supporting cast. His parents, his peers, and his first love interest, Lana Lang, all get a chance to play a part in his story. They don’t just give him advice or put him in challenging situations, either. Miller gives them all a personality.

Their voices feel distinct. Their impact on Clark feels unique. They help nurture his humanity more than any aspiring superhero. Both Lana and Martha have powerful moments that reveal why they’re so critical to Clark’s journey. Some of those moments, namely the one with Lana, aren’t the kind that would make it onto kid-friendly movie or Saturday morning cartoon, either.

Miller does take advantage of DC’s Black Label, injecting some more mature themes into the story. However, he never pushes it beyond a certain point. Compared to what happened withBatman: Damned #1,” Miller keeps things relatively balanced. That doesn’t stop “Superman: Year One #1” from feeling like a more mature Superman story.

This is a story where Clark Kent gets to be a kid who just happens to develop amazing powers. It’s a story where he doesn’t fight invading aliens, mad scientists, or hulking monsters. The biggest fight he has involve a group of high school bullies who saw one too many 80s teen movies.

The stakes are small. Clark doesn’t need to save the world at this point in his life. He just has to save a few people and navigate through a few personal situations. While that doesn’t make for the kinds of epic battles that Superman tends to fight every other day, it’s because of this smaller scope that the story feels more personal.

Before Clark can learn to save the world, he has to start by saving Lana Lang from being assaulted. Before Clark can battle Braniac, Lex Luthor, and Doomsday, he has to learn how to take down a group of bullies without causing too much damage. Not everything comes easily, even for someone of his immense power. That’s exactly what makes “Superman: Year One #1” so compelling.

Miller allows Clark to struggle and learn. The artwork of the amazingly talented John Romita Jr. helps give that struggle the perfect aesthetic. Even when he slips up, things never get too dark or angst-ridden. For Miller, the same man who wrote one of the darkest Batman stories of all time, it’s a critical, yet necessary change.

While it’s too early to say whether “Superman: Year One #1” becomes as iconic and well-regarded as Miller’s other work, it succeeds in demonstrating why his approach to superheroes is so iconic. It’s not enough to simply tell the story about how the hero wins the day against impossible odds. Miller highlights the person beneath the heroic icon.

Clark Kent is Superman. Superman is Clark Kent. The identities are often interchangeable, but they’re only names and titles. At the end of the day, there’s still a person within that iconic costume and his story is worth exploring. Under the pen of Frank Miller, that story is in good hands.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Spontaneous Loving

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For most of my life, I’ve been a fairly regimented person. Whenever there’s something I need to do, I try to plan it out. I set aside specific times of the day to work on it and I often plan other activities around it. By and large, it served me well. It helped me navigate school, work, and other daily tasks.

Naturally, this approach has found its way into my love life. In all the relationships I’ve been in, there has been a fair amount of planning involved. However, when it comes to love, I tend to be less organized, so to speak. It’s one of the few aspects of my life where I actually seek a little spontaneity. I learned early in my adult life that spontaneity can offer a unique brand of sexiness.

In the same way you can’t predict the weather or the stock market, you can’t predict when you’ll be in the mood for some sexy time with your lover. You can be out buying groceries or doing yard work. Suddenly, that sexy feeling comes over you and you just don’t want to map it out. You want to do something right then and there.

It can be chaotic and even a little kinky, but it definitely has an appeal. One moment, your lives are just unfolding as usual. The next, you’re tearing each other’s clothes off and unleashing the full force of your passions. It’s a beautiful thing and something that makes for many sexy moments. Hopefully, this Daily Sexy Musing inspires some of those moments.

In an instant, everything is so normal and bland.

In an instant, we’re just two people, living our lives.

In an instant, it all changes in the hottest way possible.

It’s a natural byproduct of our love. A sudden spark of passion brought us together. The fires of that passion keep our love strong. We treasure it, nurture it, and follow it wherever it takes us. Sometimes, it takes us down unexpected paths. Other times, we’re the ones who forge those paths.

In this case, where we are, what we’re doing, and what we had planned does not matter. Our priorities and goals vanish, if only briefly. Our shared lives, and the passion that connects us, ignites with a sudden surge. Like a bolt of lightning or a shooting star, it happens so briefly, creating its own spectacle. From it, we forge something greater.

We stop what we’re doing.

We find a quiet place.

We unleash our passion upon one another.

We shed all restraint and reservation.

It’s so intense, turning a mere spark into a raging firestorm. It’s tender and rough at the same time, a perfect blend of loving sentiment and unbridled lust. The line between one and the other doesn’t exist. The time-tested system that we’ve refined so perfectly becomes unnecessary. There’s just us, our love, and a desire to express it.

I want your love.

I want your sex.

I want your passion.

I want it now, without thought or tact.

Once again, you share my desires. You follow me into this timeless moment of spontaneous intimacy. Together, we make it our own.

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Why Jennifer Lawrence’s Mystique Is The Best Version Of The Character

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Everybody has at least one unpopular opinion that draws ire from the vast majority of people. I’m not referring to extreme political stances, though. Those who identify as full-fledged communists, anarchists, or theocrats are more defined by an ideology than an opinion. I’ve shared plenty of opinions in the past, some of which I’m sure qualify as unpopular.

Regardless of what those opinions entail, I’ve tried to make my point and most of the time, I can find a substantial group of people who share my views. It’s part of why I enjoy doing what I do. However, there’s one particular opinion I have that might be the most unpopular position I’ve ever held.

It has nothing to do with politics or ideology. It has to do with comics and superhero movies, another popular topic I’ve discussed many times before. I’ve shared it before in other forums and in almost every case, I have a hard time finding anyone who agrees with me. Knowing how dangerous it can be to share unpopular opinions on the internet these days, I’m going to take a chance and share it here.

I believe that Jennifer Lawrence’s take on Mystique is one of the best version of the character in any medium.

I’ll give X-men fans, comic book fans, and fans of superhero movies a moment to stop fuming. Take all the time you need. Believe me, I’ve heard and read all the vile insults you want to throw at me. Before you flood the comments section with a fresh batch of frothing hate, please hear me out because I feel like there’s a point worth making here.

If not, please take this stunning image as a consolation prize.

Before I get into the details of the comics and movies, I freely acknowledge that Jennifer Lawrence is one of those high-profile celebrities for which many have mixed opinion. Ever since she rose to fame, she has been a polarizing figure. People either love her or hate her with very little in between.

Regardless of how you might feel about her, as an actress, there’s no denying that she played an instrumental role in revitalizing the X-Men movies, beginning with “X-Men: First Class.” As Mystique, she succeeded a very popular version in Rebecca Romijn, who set the precedent for blue-skinned shape-shifters who favored nudity. However, there was one important distinction with Ms. Lawrence’s version.

Unlike Ms. Romijn, and every other version for that matter, Ms. Lawrence’s take on Mystique included a backstory that provided unprecedented depth for the character. That story, and the depth that came with it, proved critical in the role that this Mystique would play in “X-Men: Days Of Future Past.” I would go so far as to argue that both movies work largely because of how Ms. Lawrence carried this character.

I can probably find more than a few people who agree that Ms. Lawrence’s Mystique was important in making her first two movies in the role work. Where I probably lose those people is when I go a step further and claim that this version of Mystique is superior to most other versions.

Some might call that hyperbole and maybe it is, to some extent. I still contend that there is an argument to be made and anyone familiar with Mystique’s history in the comics can appreciate it. I doubt I’ll change anyone’s mind, but it’s that very history, or lack thereof, that helped make Ms. Lawrence’s take on the character so compelling.

Mystique, like many other comic book characters, has a history that is more convoluted than most. She’s been around since 1978, but in all that time, her character has never been developed beyond a certain point. In fact, in the grand scheme of Marvel’s vast universe, it’s remarkable that she has managed as well as she has with so little backstory.

There’s no canonical information about where she was born, who her parents are, or even how old she is. She has never appeared as a child or a teenager. She’s always been an adult who goes by the name, Raven Darkholme. It’s not even clear that’s her actual name. Being a shape-shifter, it’s impossible to tell.

Beyond her unexplored history, Mystique’s personality has been pretty flat over the years. She’s a villain. That much is made clear. However, her brand of villainy is not nearly as refined as others. She’s basically a sociopath whose only purpose in life revolves around tormenting the X-Men, especially Wolverine.

How she goes about it varies, but why she does it rarely gets explored. Granted, there have been times when she has joined the X-men, but it never lasts and often ends with her betraying them. It has happened so often that it’s somewhat predictable. Even when it seems like she has undergone some major growth, she always ends up regressing back to her psychotic ways.

She still looks sexy every step of the way.

That’s not to say she has no depth. Being the biological mother of Nightcrawler and the adopted mother of Rogue has been a major source of drama over the years. Her romantic and sexual entanglements have also been colorful to say the least, albeit not always in a good way. However, this drama rarely ever adds depth to her villainy.

While Rebecca Romijn’s version had some nuance, especially in the second movie, she didn’t deviate much from her comic book counterpart. For three movies, she was one of Magneto’s top henchmen and little else. Jennifer Lawrence’s version of Mystique dared to be more than that.

The first minutes of “X-Men: First Class” did more for Mystique’s backstory than three movies and four decades of comics had done to that point. It established her as a mutant who’d run away and had nowhere to go, something that has real-life parallels for certain minorities. From there, she develops a close sibling bond with James McAvoy’s Charles Xavier, which does plenty to develop his character as well.

However, what truly makes this version of Mystique special is how she grows over the course of several movies. Like her comic version, she shifts her allegiances repeatedly. She starts off as an ally of Charles Xavier. Then, she leaves and follows Magneto. Eventually, she returns to Xavier’s side, but not without undergoing major personal upheavals.

In both “X-Men: First Class” and “X-Men: Days Of Future Past,” she finds herself at a crossroads on multiple occasions. Sometimes, she walks a more villainous path. Other times, she’s more virtuous. They’re all contingent on difficult choices and, regardless of where they take her, there’s an underlying sentiment to those choices.

In “X-Men: First Class,” she chooses Magneto because she believes Charles wants her to hide her true form. In “X-Men: Days Of Future Past,” she choose Charles because she realizes the consequences of her actions. Friends and enemies alike try to influence her. When she finally makes a choice, it feels like something a real character would make.

In the comics, you can always assume Mystique will make villainous choices and be right most of the time. With Ms. Romijn’s, you can assume she’ll choose whatever Magneto chooses and be right, as well. The choices of Ms. Lawrence’s Mystique are truly uncertain and for a character defined by her shape-shifting traits, that’s more than fitting.

It wouldn’t be accurate to call Ms. Lawrence’s Mystique a hero. In “X-Men: Apocalypse,” she resents that label. It wouldn’t be accurate to call her a villain either, even though she doesn’t always side with the X-Men. She adapts to whatever her situation requires, like anyone would expect of a skilled shape-shifter. It’s an understandable, and even admirable, take for a character in a superhero movie.

While her ultimate fate was tragic, as revealed in “Dark Phoenix,” her journey has been remarkable. Regardless of how the events of “Dark Phoenix” played out for everyone else involved, it’s still the most complete story that Mystique has ever had. That’s why I feel Jennifer Lawrence’s take on Mystique is the best we’ve seen to date.

That’s not to say she’s without flaws. I don’t doubt that her diminished role in “X-Men: Apocalypse” undercut her development. Even with those flaws, she’s still more balanced than anything the comics or previous X-Men movies have given us. Whatever happens with the X-Men as they joint he MCU, I hope Ms. Lawrence’s Mystique inspires the future of the character for years to come.

To all those who disagree with me, and I’m sure there are many, I welcome your comments and thoughts. I only ask that you keep it civil.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Father’s Day 2019 Edition

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At some point in our adult lives, we start to appreciate all the things our parents did for us as kids. We don’t always appreciate them. Sometimes, we even resent how involved they get in our lives. There’s no question that some parents overdo it. In hindsight, it’s understandable and for fathers, the challenges can be especially daunting.

With each passing year, I’ve come to cherish more and more how my father met those challenges. I know I often belabor how awesome my parents are. I went out of my way to single out how great my mother was last month. Now, it’s my father’s turn and, without question, his love was every bit as impactful.

Having an awesome father is like having a superpower. He’s this source of strength and power that you can draw from when the world looks so big and daunting. My father was very much my first superhero, guiding me and protecting me through a world that I didn’t understand. He didn’t just have my respect and admiration, as a father. He earned it.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to treasure his love and dedication more and more. There were plenty of times when I was stubborn, arrogant, or just plain immature. He was still there, guiding me and loving me as any father would. He was patient, kind, and understanding. He had a low bullshit tolerance and he taught me what it meant to be a decent human being.

For that, and so many other reasons, Father’s Day carries special meaning for me. My dad helped me become the man I am today. He and awesome father’s like him have an immense impact on so many lives and that’s certainly worth celebrating. This special Father’s Day 2019 edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts is my humble contribution to that celebration.


“Talking about our feelings is a slippery slope to talking about what may or may not make us horny.”


“Using vibrators during lovemaking is like pouring hot fudge on chocolate ice cream.”


“Revenge sex is basically weaponized orgasms.”


“Anyone can be a stripper, but not everyone is qualified.”


“A good relationship is basically a good system for mutual orgasms.”


“Skydiving and having sex with crazy people has the same appeal.”


“With enough charisma, a conversation can be a form of foreplay.”


Once again, I give my sincerest thanks and appreciation to all the amazing fathers out there who do so much for their children. I also give a double thank-you to my own wonderful father. For however long I live, I’ll be eternally grateful for the love and support you’ve given me. I am the man I am because of you. To him and all the wonderful men like him, Happy Father’s Day!

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