Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sensual Stripping Edition

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This is the time of year when everyone is a bit more eager to strip out of their clothes. By that, I don’t mean that people are hornier or friskier than usual. It’s the middle of the summer. It’s hotter than a dragon’s taint outside and not everyone is lucky enough to have a decent air conditioner. In those circumstances, you’re going to be inclined to wear less.

Aside from beating the heat, this presents a rare and sexy opportunity that aspiring erotica/romance writers like myself can appreciate. The way I see it, if you’re going to take off your clothes, you might as well have fun with it. I know there are professional strippers working at legitimate strip clubs who do it better than most of us ever will. That doesn’t mean they should have all the fun.

I’m not going to lie. At times, I’ve done a little sensual stripping on my own during hot summer days. If I’m restless or hot, I’ll even put on some music and make a game of it. Even if I’m alone, it’s a nice way to remind myself that I can be sexy in my own way. I don’t need to work in a club or have a boob job. I just need a little confidence, spirit, and some decent music.

By dedicating this round of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts to the act of stripping, I hope I inspire others to try it too. You don’t have to be a professional. You don’t even have to look like an underwear model. Just find the right environment, put on some music, and let your sex appeal do the rest. Enjoy!


“Nipple sensitivity is nature’s way of daring you to be kinky.”


“You can’t say something is your fetish until you’ve willingly licked it.”


“If you’re really rich, sexual fantasies rarely remain fantasies for long.”


“Evil prevails when good men do nothing and when beautiful women have sex with assholes.”


“Being really horny and really drunk can lead to equally poor decisions, but with much less vomiting.”


“If making love is like a cake, then foreplay is like licking the batter from the bowl.”


“When you think about it, your genitals were the first gadgets you ever obsessed over.”


By now, I hope your clothes feel unbearably itchy and the summer heat is only going to make it worse. We’re all naked underneath our clothes. We all have strip naked at some point. Why not have a little fun with it? Regardless of your gender, age, or relationship status, it’s a simple way to exercise your sexy side.

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Polygamy Vs. Consensual Non-Monogamy: Is There A Difference?

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When it came to dissecting the absurdities of language, nobody did it better than George Carlin. Beyond being one of the funniest comedians of all time, Carlin could break down certain concepts in a way that was as insightful as it was hilarious. His brilliant analysis of what he called “soft language” is more relevant now than it was when he was still performing.

Given the rise of outrage culture, I often wish George were still alive today so that he could tear the absurdities down, as only he could. We can only imagine how he would’ve tackled issues like fake news, alternative facts, and toxic masculinity. At the very least, his legacy of attacking soft language lives on.

In his book, “Parental Advisory,” Carlin defined soft language as terminology people use to help them avoid unpleasant truths. It helps fat people feel better about being “morbidly obese.” It helps poor people feel better about being “economically disadvantaged.” It helps drug addicts feel better about being “substances abusers.”

The face of a man who didn’t buy such bullshit.

Whatever the case, no matter how many colorful words people utilize, the underlying theme is the same. There are certain aspects of reality that bother some people, so they decide to re-frame it in a way that feels less serious and more palatable. It’s rarely overt. There’s rarely an official announcement or anything. Most of the time, it’s just a trend that people forget is absurd.

This leads me to the emerging concept of “consensual non-monogamy.” It’s kind of what it sounds like. It’s a form of a non-monogamous relationship in which both partners grant one another permission to seek sexual or romantic entanglements with others. Sometimes it involves certain rules and boundaries that are openly negotiated. The key is that there is consent and understanding at all levels.

This is not a new idea. If it sounds a lot like polyamory, an idea I’ve touched on before, that’s because it is for the most part. It’s a non-monogamous relationship that people pursue for any number of reasons. It’s actually one of humanity’s oldest forms of relationships and some even argue that it’s more natural than monogamy.

I’m not going to argue how natural or unnatural such practices are, but I think this latest manifestation of soft language requires scrutiny. Like every other kind of soft language, these sorts of linguistic quirks don’t evolve randomly. There’s often a method behind the absurdity and while I’m not as brilliant as Carlin, I have a pretty good idea of why it’s happening.

In terms of definitions, there isn’t that much difference between polyamory and consensual non-monogamy. Logistically, though, there are a few complexities that differentiate the two practices. They’re minor, but relevant to the extent that inspired soft language.

While there hasn’t been much research into consensual non-monogamous couples, the little we do have paints a fairly comprehensive narrative. In these relationships, there is a “primary” partner who holds the role of spouse/lover. This is the partner with which they love and seek to share their lives with. They’re the ones whose names are on emergency contact forms, loan applications, and wills.

Beyond the primary partner are all the girlfriends/boyfriends with which the sexy stuff occurs. The extent and motives behind these encounters are communicated and understood with the primary partner. Every couple is different so the boundaries vary. Some couples have to be together when they’re getting sexy with others. Some are okay with it happening more randomly.

If that sounds a lot like polyamory, then congratulations. You’re starting to understand how George Carlin thought. While polyamory has its own dictionary definition, it’s connotations are not the same as consensual non-monogamy. What people think of when they hear the word “polyamory” conjures different mental images than a term like consensual non-monogamy.

Polyamory, for better or for worse, is one of those terms that has a certain level of linguistic baggage. It’s less associated with the free-spirited couples who get their own reality show and more with outdated traditions associated with polygamous marriages. Think “Big Love” rather than “Friends With Benefits.”

Now, I know I’ll upset those in the polyamorous community for just hinting at that association. For that, I apologize. I know most who identify as polyamorous or consensual non-monogamous don’t like being associated with the kinds of practices that are often associated with horrific crimes. That gets to the heart of where this soft language comes from.

Even if the principles are the same, those sexy free-spirited couples have a valid incentive to set themselves apart from polyamory. It doesn’t matter the disturbing practices of extreme religious cults are only a small subset of polyamorous relationships. They’re distressing enough for most reasonable people.

I dare you to find something more creepy.

As a result, a less broad term emerges. Consensual non-monogamy may have a few extra syllables, but it feels more technical and official. It’s harder to apply to the more distressing aspects of polyamory because it emphasizes consent, a concept that has only become more heated in recent years.

You can’t have child marriages or even arranged marriages of any kind under consensual non-monogamy. It would undermine the whole “consensual” part of the term. In that context, it’s understandable that this kind of term would emerge. There’s nothing in the definition of polyamory that weeds out those negative associations. Rather than actually confront it, soft language acts as a filter.

Given the frequency with which the negative aspects of polygamy still occur, it’s hard to blame those who practice consensual non-monogamy for wanting to set themselves apart. As those relationships become increasingly acceptable, there will be an increasing desire to frame it in a particular way and “consensual non-monogamy” checks all the right boxes.

It emphasizes consent.

It implies choice and personal freedom.

It’s technical, but doesn’t completely undercut the sex appeal.

Even if the definitions aren’t that different, consensual non-monogamy still does just enough to set itself apart from polyamory. In terms of soft language, it adds some critical, but necessary complications to something that is still subject to plenty of taboos. In a perfect world, such a differentiation wouldn’t be necessary. Sadly, that’s not the kind of world we live in.

Sadly, indeed.

I like to think even Carlin would understand that some amount of soft language is necessary. Whether you call it consensual non-monogamy or polyamory, how we think about these ideas are going to affect our attitudes towards it. If consensual non-monogamous couples don’t want to be associated with crackpot religious cults, then they have every right to set themselves apart.

That said, it’s also entirely possible that more soft language will emerge as consensual non-monogamy becomes more mainstream. Love, sex, and relationships are complicated and human beings are uniquely talented at complicating things. Years from now, we may not call it consensual non-monogamy. We may use something along the lines of “mutually non-binding romantic intimacy relationship agreements.”

At that point, hopefully someone will have picked up on the absurdities. George Carlin may no longer be with us, but that doesn’t mean we should tolerate more bullshit in a world that already has too much of it.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Competitive Lovers

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I think most of us know someone who is overly competitive. Whether it’s a friend, relative, or significant other, we’ve seen this personality type manifest in so many ways. While everyone is competitive to some extent, certain people take it to extremes and not always in a good way.

However, I’m not going to harp on the negatives of competition. Instead, I’d like to single out one of the best aspects of this distinct persona and it most frequently manifests between lovers. I know this because I’ve seen couples who incorporate their love of competition into their relationship in all the right ways. Most of those couples are still together. Some are even have kids.

They’re among my favorite types of real-world relationships. Their lives tend to be somewhat more chaotic. Comparative couples tend to take more chances and try new things. It doesn’t always work out, but that’s not the point. What makes this kind of relationship so potent, both sexually and non-sexually, is how it supplements their passions. When done right, it’s a beautiful thing.

I don’t consider myself to be that competitive, but I am someone who will try to push himself, especially when I’m with someone who will share the journey. I think that’s what can turn a casual romance into something deeper, as well as sexier. If you’re the competitive type in any capacity, then you should appreciate this Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

You want to test me.

You want to strain me.

You want to taunt me.

You want to push me.

I welcome it. In fact, I embrace it. That’s the kind of lover I am. I don’t run from challenges, nor do I hesitate. I strive to be better, both for myself and you. If you think I’m content with my current skills, you’re wrong. I’ve every intention of surpassing them. I only hope you can keep up.

Within me is the spirit of a champion. It’s never enough to just finish a race. I seek to win it, just as I sought to win your love. I don’t just affirm it with simple gestures and loving exchanges. I want to raise the bar, if only to see how much love you can handle. Where some might remain content, you keep pushing. It just makes me want to love you even more.

My heart starts racing.

My skin starts sweating.

My mind begins to focus.

I’m ready to begin, but you’ve been ready. I can see it in your eyes. You’re daring me to slip up, testing my will, endurance, and stamina. I respond only with a dare of my own. You think our love is static and unchanging? You think it’s simply an anchor to which we tie ourselves? You’re dead wrong. Our love is a catalyst and I intend to prove it.

We live for the challenge.

We strive to win.

We shatter our limits.

We make each other stronger.

I’m not just going to win. You’re going to be glad that you lost. I’ll reward you for challenging me and testing our love. I’ll unleash upon you a triumphant passion that will make us both feel like champions. You’ll either surrender willingly or cry out in victory. Either way, our love ultimately wins.

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How “The Society” Humanizes Teenagers In A Refreshing (And Overdue) Way

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As someone who hasn’t been a teenager for many years, I admit I have some unflattering perceptions of that demographic. Ask anyone over the age of 30 what they think of teenagers today and chances are you’ll hear more than a few complaints.

They’re too obsessed with their phones.

They’re too emotionally fragile and prone to outrage.

They’re too entitled, coddled, and sheltered from the real world.

You’ve probably heard those rants before and not just from Fox News. With those stereotypes in mind, imagine what would happen if a large collection of teenagers were left unsupervised and isolated in a large area for long stretches of time. What do you think would happen? How do you see that playing out?

Something like this, probably.

I don’t deny that I’d make some unflattering assumptions such a scenario. I would fully expect that they act erratically and irresponsibly. I would also expect for them to falter emotionally if left alone for too long. Having lived their whole lives within some system of authority and supervision, I wouldn’t expect them to function for very long on their own.

It’s those very assumptions that that “The Society,” a very binge-worthy Netflix show, dares to challenge. This thriller/mystery/drama is one of those shows that has all the right ingredients to play up every tired trope that teen-centered television show has explored for years. That was certainly what I expected when I discovered the show. I freely admit that those expectations were wrong.

The premise of “The Society” is built around a strange mystery that “Lost” fans should appreciate. One day, a large contingent of high school students get on a bus and leave the affluent New England town of West Ham for a 10-day camping trip. For reasons not yet revealed, the buses turn around and drop them off exactly where they picked them up.

Upon returning, these teenagers find out that all the adults in their town are gone. Near as they can tell, everyone just picked up and left. To further compound the mystery, they find out that all the paths leading out of the town have become dead ends. There are no neighboring towns to visit. As far as they know, there’s nothing but endless forests in every direction.

It’s genuine mystery with distressing implications. While the specifics are only partially explored in the first season, the mystery is only part of what makes the “The Society” such a compelling show. It doesn’t just put a bunch of hormonal, irrational teenagers in an enclosed area and let the drama tell the story. The show dares to humanize teenagers in a way that is exceedingly rare in a TV show.

By that, I’m not just referring to a handful of character that are well-developed and fleshed out. While there are certainly plenty of those in this show, it approaches how teenagers conduct themselves with more balance and nuance. It even makes the case that, in dire situations, they can come together and cooperate as well as full-fledged adults.

In the beginning, that’s not immediately apparent. When they all return to West Ham and find out the adults are gone, they react the way most would expect of decadent, hormonal teenagers if they were left unsupervised all night. However, the extent of their decadence never goes beyond a certain point.

To a point, being the key term.

Sure, many drink, they dance, and they hook up. A few just go home and turn in for the night, thinking nothing is amiss. They don’t do anything too outrageous, though. In essence, they conduct themselves the same way most single adults would if they knew there were no police or authority figures to stop them.

After that first night, though, things start getting serious. These teenagers, who still come off as kids in the first few episodes, realizes that something has gone very wrong. Their parents are gone. The adults are gone. Their entire town is completely cut off. They have no connection to the world beyond their town. They have a finite supply of food and little experience in terms of governing themselves.

It’s a scary situation. Some handle it better than others, but a few start to crack under the pressure. For some, especially Campbell Eliot and Lexie, the situation reveals sides of their personality that probably wouldn’t have otherwise emerged. That tends to happen with most people in extreme circumstances, but being a teenager tends to raise the stakes even more.

The fun and games quickly end. People start getting hurt. There are even a few deaths, which has a significant impact on everyone in the town. It sends a clear, unambiguous message. This isn’t just about hanging in there until their parents find them. They have to survive and they can’t do that unless they work together.

On paper, it sounds like it can only end in disaster and it certainly comes close, especially towards the end of the first season. Again, these are teenagers. Most people don’t expect them to function beyond a certain point. While “The Society” doesn’t strip away everything in the mold of “Lord of the Flies,” it removes enough to make the situation dire.

They still have electricity, running water, and shelter. However, their food supply is finite and there’s a distressing lack of expertise in everything from basic medical care to fixing a car. In order to survive, they must create a system of governance to keep the peace. If they don’t, then everybody suffers.

This is where “The Society” really shines, both as a story and as a concept. It’s also where it explores how teenagers, despite their maturity and lack of experience, can come together when they have to. They’re not perfect, but neither are experienced adults. They do find themselves in painful, heart-wrenching situations that include murder, illness, and despair. However, things never totally fall apart.

To anyone who has ever tried to explain student loan debt to a teenager, it almost seems absurd. The idea that a bunch of unsupervised teenagers can somehow form a functioning society just doesn’t fit with the common narrative surrounding teenagers.

In that narrative, things always tend to devolve until the adults return to impart the proper amount of discipline. Look at any movie, sitcom, or rowdy music video and the themes often come back to teenagers being out of control and needing the discipline of responsible adults. “The Society” makes the case that teenagers can become responsible on their own, albeit after some setbacks.

There are still many factors working against them. We’ve yet to see what happens to the citizens of New Ham, as they dubbed it, when the food runs out and they have to start farming the land. We also haven’t seen them endure a harsh New England winter. However, “The Society” never gives the impression that these young people are incapable of overcoming these challenges.

By the end of the first season, it’s easy to root for them. The emotional toll is palpable and so are the difficult decisions that many end up facing. Over the course of the show, however, it’s easy to see the progression that they all experience. It’s hard to even see them as teenagers anymore. Some conduct themselves as true, full-fledged adults.

While the mystery surrounding “The Society” is still unfolding, complete with fan theories and potential clues, the show’s approach to depicting teenagers is its greatest accomplishment in my opinion. If there is a second season, I’m definitely interested in seeing how these characters and their over-arching story progresses.

I doubt “The Society” will change anyone’s current attitudes of teenagers. There will surely be other shows and movies that double down on the many stereotypes surrounding them. If nothing else, “The Society” shows that teenagers are capable of carrying a story without adults complaining about them.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: War Of The Realms #6

Once a week, the comic gods bless us with a wave of new material to help make this feeble world a bit more divine. Some weeks feel more blessed than others and when it comes to concluding epic crossover events, there are plenty of blessings to go around.

If the final battle in “Avengers Endgame” stoked your appetite for high-stakes superhero battles, then congratulations! You now know what long-time comic book fans have been enjoying for decades. Before superhero movies raked in billions at the box office, battles of such epic scale played out in events like Onslaught, Secret Invasion, and Maximum Carnage. Today, War of the Realms joins those marvelous ranks.

The verdict is in. The conclusion is unavoidable. “War of the Realms #6” effectively caps off both a massive conflict and an incredible era for a certain collection of characters. This seeds of this war that were planted years ago finally bore fruit and even if you haven’t followed every stage of growth, that fruit still tastes pretty damn sweet.

War of the Realms #6” isn’t just the end of the massive, realm-spanning war that started with Malekith the Accursed. It’s the end of a rocky journey for Thor, his family, and his friends. By the time the fighting stops, the Thor we see is a Thor who is worthy on an entirely new level. Not even the pickiest enchanted hammer can deny that now.

The War of the Realms was never just about Malekith waging a massive war on Earth. That was still a big part of it, but there were other personal stakes in this war that made it feel like more than god-fueled disaster porn.

Malekith basically attacked at a time when Thor, Asgard, and the entire foundation of the 10 realms were vulnerable. Even before Thor became unworthy of his iconic hammer, the divine realms of the Marvel Universe faced some heavy upheavals. Asgard was no longer this beacon of power and order. Thor’s father, Odin, made more than a few ill-fated decisions and didn’t have Anthony Hopkins’ charm to get him through.

Over the course of War of the Realms, and its various tie-ins, one thing became clear. This war could not be won by simply reverting to the same tactics that had saved Asgard many times before. Thor, Odin, Freyja, and the Avengers who fought by their side had to be bolder. They also had to be willing to pay a price.

Historically, that’s something Thor has avoided. Sacrifice is something his father often preaches and warns about, but Thor often finds a better way, usually with the help of his fellow Avengers. That’s not the case, this time. Thor subjects himself to some heavy torment in “War of the Realms #6” to help win the day. The results of his actions are as satisfying as they are worthy.

Writer Jason Aaron, who has been spearheading Thor’s story in the comics for years now, completes a lengthy chapter in the God of Thunder’s ever-evolving mythos. If becoming unworthy was Thor’s lowest point in this arc, then “War of the Realms #6” is a new high point.

Thor doesn’t just prove himself in the face of Malekith’s unending forces. He shows how much he’s grown in recent years and artist Russell Dauterman makes it a sight to behold. There’s redemption in some areas. There’s also vindication, which is something Thor has not had much of in recent years. By the end, even his father recognizes that.

Thor isn’t the only one who shines, either. War of the Realms has assembled a diverse and colorful mix of heroes with which to navigate this conflict. Wolverine, She-Hulk, Captain Marvel, Daredevil, Spider-Man, and the Punisher have all had great moments. Thor’s supporting cast, including Jane Foster and his parents, also play a major role in beating Malekith.

Even though War of the Realms is very much a Thor story, it feels like everyone involved had a chance to benefit from the struggle. Thor just happened to benefit the most.

War of the Realms #6” is one of those comics that feels like a turning point for a certain set of characters. In addition to being an action-heavy, super-powered conflict involving mortals, gods, and dark elves, it always felt personal to those involved.

For a crossover story, that’s a critical element. Whether it’s a comic book, a blockbuster movie, or the real world, a war with personal stakes is a war with greater meaning. Without those stakes, it’s just violence and bloodshed. In comics, meaningless action is fun, but meaningful conflict is what brings out the best in these characters.

War of the Realms definitely did this for Thor and “War of the Realms #6” ended the final battle on a strong, thunderous note. If Chris Hemsworth made you a Thor fan, then “War of the Realms #6” will help affirm your love of this most worthy of Asgardians. If neither this comic nor Mr. Hemsworth charisma is still enough to make you a Thor fan, then you’re just being difficult.

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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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