September 11, 2018 · 6:06 am

Daily Sexy Musings: On Football And Passion

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The following is a fresh entry of my daily sexy musings that was inspired by the first week of the NFL regular season. I understand it’s one of those concepts that isn’t inherently sexy, even for die-hard football fans like me. I also understand that it’s a sport that primarily appeals to men. I know there are plenty of passionate female fans, some of which I know personally, but this is the perception.

Despite those circumstances, I think there’s real sex appeal in the sport of football and I’m not just referring to the outfits worn by the cheerleaders. It’s an intense, physical sport. Love and sex can also be intense and physical. It’s just a matter of channeling it. This is my effort to channel both into a single, sexy concept. Enjoy!

The game begins. You take the field with a goal and a game plan. You know what you want. You know what you have to do to get it. There are obstacles in your way, but the rewards are more than worth it. What you want and what you seek is there before you. It’s not enough to seek it, either. You have to earn it.

It’s more than a game. It’s more than a passion. It’s a part of life. It’s a necessity, an identity, and a skill. It dominates your thoughts, evokes your strongest feelings, and drives you to strive for something greater. You don’t always get it, but losing doesn’t make you want it less. If anything, it makes you want it even more.

To achieve it, you need to work.

To work, you need to sweat.

To sweat, you need to be physical.

Most importantly, though, you need to work as a team. Alone, you can only do so much. You can still achieve plenty. To win that ultimate prize, though, you need others who will work with you. You need someone willing to put in the work, sweat, and physicality. Not every teammate will get along with you. Those that do, though, are special. With them, and only them, you win.

One win is not enough, though.

A single win is just one step in a longer journey. Many can win a single game, but only an elite few can win over the course of an entire season. Even fewer can win over the course of many seasons. Champions come and go. Dynasties rise and fall. Those that play hard and together leave a lasting legacy that inspires others to follow suit.

To make your mark, you must be willing to sacrifice. You endure the hits, take the chances, and learn from mistakes. You coordinate and collaborate, seeking guidance and growth from those who came before you. There’s never an end. There’s only a process. The players come and go, but the game continues, season by season.

The game of football and the game of love, two worlds driven by passion and grit, push us to our limits. They dare us to be greater, trusting others and sharing burdens. It is a game many play, but few master. It is a spectacle that entertains and astonishes. Sometimes, we play. Sometimes, we cheer others on. Through the feelings it inspires, we all feel like champions.

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September 10, 2018 · 5:59 am

Why Deadpool Is The Perfect Nihilist Hero

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How do you navigate a world where everything is ultimately meaningless? That is a question that self-proclaimed nihilists and “Rick and Morty” fans often struggle with in heated philosophical debates.

I’ve tried contributing to that debate before with my own insights. I’d like to do so again while also tying the discussion one of my favorite superheroes, who just happens to have had a very successful movie this year. For me, that’s as big a win-win I’ll get without also referencing ice cream and bikini models.

I still want to further the nihilism debate, though. To do that, I need to re-frame the initial question I stated. How do you navigate a world where you know you’re just a comic book character and everything you do is subject to endless retcons, marketing gimmicks, and the occasional time traveler?

That’s basically the life Deadpool lives every hour of every day. Unlike the myriad of other iconic superheroes owned by Marvel and governed by their Disney overlords, he knows he’s a comic book character. His tendency to break the fourth wall is the most common manifestation of that knowledge.

It doesn’t seem to bother him, though. It hasn’t stopped him from doing things like joining the Avengers, teaming up with Cable, and marrying a succubus. He still cracks dirty jokes, shoots people and the occasional shape-shifting alien for money, and generally does his own thing outside the traditional superhero archetype.

Now, there are a lot of reasons why Deadpool is such an endearing character. I’ve cited more than a few, but I’d like to submit another for Deadpool fans and philosophy buffs alike.

Deadpool is the PERFECT nihilist hero.

I know “nihilist hero” isn’t really a thing, but given the philosophical underpinnings of nihilism, that really doesn’t matter much. When I say Deadpool is a nihilist hero, I don’t just mean that he’s someone who personifies a concept the same way Captain America personifies American ideals. With Deadpool, I’m referring more to the way we process the often-depressing implications of nihilism.

Those concepts can be pretty difficult to anyone who thinks about them for more than two minutes. At the core of nihilism is the idea that life, the universe, and everything in between has no inherent purpose. Nothing you or anyone else does matters in the grand scheme of things. Whether we’re random clumps of matter or comic book characters, it’s all ultimately pointless.

For many, that’s a scary notion. That’s why it’s only natural that people will cling to ideologies, religions, and simple hobbies to forge some semblance of meaning out of a meaningless universe. It often requires that we not care about the truth and simply accept the possibility of truth, which can be difficult when the universe constantly reminds us how harsh and unfair it can be.

For someone like Rick Sanchez of “Rick and Morty,” there’s no getting around the meaninglessness of it all. His approach and advice in navigating a nihilistic universe often boils down to not thinking about it. While that advice is actually more useful than it sounds, it’s not very heroic.

This is where Deadpool sets himself apart. The fact that Deadpool knows he’s a fictional character establishes that he understands how meaningless his existence truly is. Everything he knows, loves, and holds dear is nothing more than the whim of comic creators who ripped his name and his appearance from an established DC character.

How does anyone deal with that kind of knowledge? Even the smartest, most capable characters in the entire Marvel universe, which includes gods, aliens, and alien gods, don’t have the insight that Deadpool has. It’s the kind of thing that would drive even a powerful mind insane.

However, Deadpool is not insane. He’s crude, vulgar, obnoxious, annoying, self-destructive, immature, and impulsive. He once made 372,844 pancakes for no reason. That’s absurd, but it isn’t insane. You could even argue he’s “super sane” in the sense that he’s more aware than most of how the world works.

That sort of awareness tends to inspire chaos in characters like the Joker or misanthropy in characters like Rick Sanchez. With Deadpool, though, that knowledge inspires something different. Instead of misery or clown makeup, Deadpool embraces this understanding and jokes about it.

He does all that while being a wise-cracking anti-hero who will help the Avengers save the world while also shooting a dishonest pizza guy. That may sound eccentric, but it also reflects the key component that establishes Deadpool as a nihilist hero.

Part of what makes a hero heroic is why they do what they do. Superman is often held up as the gold standard because he does the right thing just because it’s the right thing. He doesn’t need another reason. You could argue that’s the most important reason for any hero.

While Superman’s morality still works in a nihilistic context, I don’t consider him a nihilist hero because he operates under the assumption that his life, his role, and his actions have meaning. Deadpool knows this isn’t true because he knows he’s a fictional character. However, that makes his style of heroism more nuanced.

There are times when Deadpool’s actions are selfish and other times when they’re entirely selfless, often within the same story. In both his movies, he alternates between heroic and not-so-heroic actions fairly easily. There’s no internal conflict. He just does it, doesn’t bother with the particulars, and cracks a dirty joke along the way.

For other heroes, the reason for their heroic actions is often as critical as the actions themselves. To them, there is a larger meaning to their heroic roles. That’s why they’ll often hesitate or agonize over doing something for selfish reasons. That basically happens with Spider-Man every other issue.

That’s not an issue for Deadpool, though. He’ll be selfless and selfish, depending on the situation and his mood. If the world is in danger of being overrun by renegade space gods, he’ll step up and be a hero. If the world is not in danger, though, he’ll gladly take a few mercenary gigs and shoot some people for money.

In both cases, there’s no moral conflict. In the context of nihilism, there shouldn’t be because those details don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Whether Deadpool saves the world or makes a few quick bucks shooting a pick-pocket carries no significant weight. He does what he does because he chooses to. He even dares to enjoy himself along the way.

In a meaningless universe, you can be a selfless hero. You can be a greedy prick, too. It doesn’t matter either way. The only thing that matters, in the context of nihilism, is that someone chooses it because they want to and not because they think it serves some higher purpose. For someone who knows he’s a comic book character, those are the only choices Deadpool makes.

He’s willing to make jokes about that. He’s even willing to exploit it, as evidenced in the post-credits scene of “Deadpool 2.” I would even argue that entire movie cemented Deadpool as a nihilist hero because what he did rendered a great deal of the plot meaningless in the end. However, it still counted as meaningful to him because he chose to be both heroic and selfish at the same time.

There’s no question that there are characters who are more heroic than Deadpool. There are also plenty of characters who are more selfish than Deadpool, but still call themselves heroes. However, it’s Deadpool’s ability to be both and laugh at the meaninglessness of his existence that makes him the greatest nihilist hero.

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September 9, 2018 · 8:16 am

Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Dancing Edition

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I’m not a dancer. Anyone who has ever seen me at a wedding or a night club knows that. It’s not that I have anything against it. It’s just not something I care to do, mostly because I end up making a fool of myself and not in a cute way.

Don’t get me wrong. I can kind of dance. I say kind of because doing so usually requires a few beers and a shot of whiskey. Even with the aid of alcohol, though, I’m not one for technique or style. I just move in whatever way doesn’t look too ridiculous. As long as nobody thinks I’m having a seizure, I feel like I’ve done my part.

While I may be terrible at dancing, I still have a strong appreciation for those with genuine skill and passion. I especially appreciate those who put a little sex appeal into their dancing. I’m not just referring to strippers, either. Some people treat dancing like foreplay. It’s intimate, sensual, and provocative. For romance-lover like me, I can’t help but appreciate that.

I’ve seen men and women pull it off in ways I never could. I may never have that kind of skill, but those who do make the world an inherently sexier place. As such, I’m dedicating this week’s edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts to those people. If you’re one of them, I sincerely thank you.

“With enough imagination, bravery, and pain tolerance, anything can be a sex toy.”

“Boredom is the primary catalyst for 95 percent of all newly-discovered kinks.”

“The fact that it takes genuine effort to make a back massage non-sexual shows how horny we are.”

 

 

“A quickie is like a shot of tequila, but a night of passionate lovemaking is like an open bar in Las Vegas.”

“The idea that sharing is caring feels like a metaphor for how men use their boners.”

“In the spirit of political correctness, every sex club should be classified as orgasm enthusiast gatherings.”

“It says a lot that anything we describe as orgasmic is usually messy to some extent.”

I hope this gives all those sexy dancers out there a little extra inspiration the next time their favorite song starts playing. Whether it’s at a club or in a bedroom, don’t be afraid to flaunt those sexy dancing skills. The world needs a little sexiness these days. Not everyone is good at it, but that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate it.

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September 8, 2018 · 7:32 am

Daily Sexy Musings: Machine Learning And Foreplay

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The following is a sexy musing that involves artificial intelligence and machine learning, a topic I’ve covered many times before. It may not sound sexy at first, but trust me. There’s plenty of intimate potential if you dare to look. Enjoy!

As I write these words, brilliant people are teaching machines to learn and adapt on a level comparable to that of humans. The promise and potential of this technology cannot be overstated. The things it can do and the feats it’ll help us achieve are beyond imagination.

However, it’s how we’re teaching these machines that makes for some sexy connotations. At the heart of machine learning is the process of navigating complex problems, calculating potential solutions, and learning from mistakes to further refine the approach. Over time, the machine doesn’t just learn its task. It masters it.

Is it a coincidence that this is the same approach we use with foreplay? Think about it.

Two lovers confront one another with a defined task, namely to bring pleasure and express love to one another. They start with simple gestures. From the feedback, they learn from and further refine their approach.

Through trial, error, mistakes, and triumphs, they achieve proficiency in a unique skill. Foreplay is simply the algorithm of lovemaking, a blend of procedures and rules from which we gain an intimate understanding of someone. It starts as something purely physical. When done right, though, it becomes truly intimate.

A machine may not feel or understand love at the moment, but it still uses the very mechanics of lovemaking to achieve its goal. One day, machines will be smart enough to understand complex emotions. On that same day, they may realize just how much of the learning process involves foreplay. If they can one day appreciate it, then why can’t we?

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September 7, 2018 · 5:51 am

Sex Doll Brothels And The First (Of Many) Legal Battles

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Go back 100 years and chances are that the smartest, most capable lawyer or judge wouldn’t know how to craft reasonable legislation on what constitutes “obscenity.” In the United States, there wasn’t even a legal standard for until 1973 with the Miller v. California case.

Go back 25 years and chances are even the greatest legal minds of the time would have trouble creating legislation about issues such as online harassment, net neutrality, and fake news. The very concept wouldn’t make sense to them because it has no contemporary context. As a result, the people of a particular time and place can’t hope to make sense of the legal issues that subsequently emerge decades later.

This is the emerging situation with sex dolls. Specifically, it’s the laws governing the growing commercial uses of sex dolls that go beyond that of personal masturbation aids. I’ve often mentioned sex dolls as a precursor to intelligent sex robots, which are certain to be a game-changer for the overall sexual landscape. However, sex robots are the future. Sex dolls exist now.

Even though sex dolls have existed for decades, the industry is maturing to a point where they’re not just exceedingly expensive sex toys. They’re a growing segment of a multi-billion dollar industry. Beyond just being a toy, though, sex dolls have the potential to establish a whole new segment of the sex industry.

In early 2018, France opened its first brothel that exclusively utilized sex dolls. While this did cause controversy, efforts to close it failed. As of this writing, it is still open for business. Around that same time, I predicted that this would be the beginning of a much larger legal quandary. Thanks to some recent news from Canada, this prediction is ahead of schedule.

In August 2018, the city of Toronto was poised to open its first sex doll brothel. It would’ve been the first establishment of its kind in North America. Like France, it generated plenty of controversy. Unlike France, though, the public protests succeeded. The brothel’s opening was suspended. As of this writing, there are no plans to open the sex doll brothel at another location.

That’s not to say it won’t happen. In fact, if I were to bet money on the issue, I would wager that a sex doll brothel in North America will open at some point between now and the end of 2019. It probably won’t be in Toronto, but there will be some locality that decides to take a chance. It’s just a matter of when and who has the bravado/business sense to try it.

I won’t go so far as to say it’s inevitable, but I believe the events in France and Canada have laid the foundation for a new legal struggle. As the laws surrounding prostitution become more restrictive, the demand for a sexual outlet is not going away. You can implement as many laws and taboos as you want. Horny people will find an outlet.

I see the emergence of sex doll brothels as both a reaction and a byproduct of the current rhetoric surrounding prostitution and sexuality, in general. The sex-negative attitudes of social conservative, radical feminists, and other regressive whiners have done such a thorough job of conflating prostitution with exploitation that it’s becoming exceedingly impractical for flesh-and-blood prostitutes to operate.

The passage of recent laws intended to combat human trafficking, of which prostitution is only a small part, was a tipping point. It was hard enough for sex workers to operate prior to those laws and since politicians are more reluctant than ever to favor legislation associated with exploiting women, sex dolls are likely to emerge as a viable recourse.

From a legal standpoint, sex doll brothels are in an uncertain state. They’re not people. They have no measure of intelligence, artificial or otherwise. They are literal objects. While that’s sure to offend more than a few select people out there, that’s what they are from a legal point of view.

Even though they’re objects with overtly sexual functions, they are legal. Outside absurd laws in places like Alabama, a private citizen can legally purchase and use sex toys in most of the industrialized world. If you had the money and wanted to, you could order a sex doll today and face no legal repercussions.

On top of that, there are no laws that prohibit people from borrowing someone else’s sex toy. Set aside, for a moment, the revulsion of using someone else’s sex toy. There are no laws prohibiting such a practice. Being able to rent someone else’s toys/products is an established commercial activity practiced by arcades, pool halls, and gyms.

Under that framework, a sex doll brothel could conceivably operate in a manner similar to an arcade. In fact, that’s the legal argument that the operators of the sex doll brothel in France used to keep it open. The argument was that there were no people working in the brothel. These were just toys. Technically speaking, the place wasn’t a brothel. It was a “gaming operation.”

In the legal world, technicalities are often a good work-around, but they’re rarely the basis for a long-term solution. Make no mistake. Sex dolls and sex doll brothels will need long-term solutions, especially as the sex robot industry matures. The only question is how to go about it.

Would sex doll brothels be regulated like strip clubs?

It’s possible, but that would establish a legal precedent for declaring anything sexually stimulating, including people, as objects or toys. Even the most sex-negative of individuals probably don’t want to establish that precedent.

Would sex doll brothels be regulated like massage parlors?

This is also possible, but it comes with its own legal shortcomings. There are, indeed, legitimate massage parlors that function primarily as day spas. You probably see them in strip malls next to a Hallmark and a dry cleaner. These are not places where people go for sexual release.

Then, there are other massage parlors that still consider themselves massage parlors, but offer “extras” on the side. Whenever there’s a prostitution bust these days, many of those operations involve massage parlors and more than a few have been known to use trafficked women. That association, alone, would make this classification for sex doll brothels difficult.

Would sex doll brothels be regulated like adult novelty stories?

This is probably the most likely. It wouldn’t be that much of a stretch for an establishment to sell both sex toys and provide space for someone to use a sex doll. In fact, this function may end up making sex shops more lucrative. As long as it’s not employing actual prostitutes, then it avoids the same pitfalls as massage parlors.

That’s not to say there won’t be issues. Sex shops are already subject to plenty of opposition. Go to any municipality and you’ll find that zoning laws will go out of their way to place immense burdens on such establishments. They usually can’t be located near residential areas, churches, or schools. They’re often seen as a public nuisance, even when they’re small. A sex doll brothel would be much more visible.

Even in a scenario where sex doll brothels are regulated like an adult novelty store, I imagine most people won’t live near one. Only extra-libertarian communities would even permit them with reasonable regulations. Even those that don’t prohibit them will probably be protested by religious zealots and sex-negative feminists claiming that these establishments promote obscenity, sin, and rape culture.

As a result, I suspect that the future of sex dolls and sex doll brothels will probably circumvent all of that by using them as an escort service. If it’s no longer possible for actual people to work as escorts, then chances are some enterprising sex workers will simply exchange the person for the sex doll. Instead of going somewhere, people order a sex doll the same way they would order a pizza.

In this scenario, there’s no need for commercial space. Someone could run the whole thing out of a garage, a basement, or a rental storage unit. That operation might require some resources, especially once sex robots mature. As long as there are horny customers willing to pay for a sexual outlet, though, there will be a market for it.

That’s the one inescapable fact that will drive both the industry and the legislation surrounding it. You can stamp out prostitution, sex work, and sex toys all you want. People are still going to get horny. They’re still going to seek an outlet. The emergence of sex doll brothels are just the latest and they’re sure to set many precedents, not all of which will be sexy.

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The following is a review I wrote for PopMatters for Astonishing X-men #15. Enjoy!

Heroes, Criminals, and Heroes Operating As Criminals: ‘Astonishing X-men #15’

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September 6, 2018 · 8:39 pm
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Daily Sexy Musings: It Starts With A Touch

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The following is a sexy musing on simple touching and how it can turn into something sexy. It may seem like common sense and the basis of many sexy stories, including a few I’ve written, but I believe there’s something much more profound/sensual at work. Enjoy!

One touch is all it took. First, they touched their lover’s shoulder. It was simple, generic, and non-sexual. It was affection at its most basic level. Then, like a seed becoming a giant redwood, it grew and blossomed into something much greater.

One touch became another.

Multiple touches became intimate feelings.

Intimate feelings became powerful lust.

Powerful lust became intense love.

Intense love mixed with all of the above, manifesting into a single cumulative act that encompasses so much.

It all started with that one, simple touch. It can happen at any time under any number of circumstances. Maybe it’s late at night when you and your lover are feeling restless. Maybe it’s early in the morning when a day’s worth of energy hits you both. Maybe it’s the middle of the day when spontaneity or outright boredom take hold. In any case, the evolution of that one touch unfolds.

No words are necessary. Everything that needs to be said is told through action. A caressing of the face reveals affection. A grasp of the buttocks reveals lust. Feeling up the sinews and curves of a lover’s body evokes desire. From expressing our own desires, we then feel desired. It is a perfect cycle of love and lust.

It happens quickly and suddenly. It can be intentional or unintentional. However it happens, the underlying theme is the same. One touch is all it takes to convey so much feeling. Both emotionally and physically, one touch can become an act of intense passion or an outburst of blind lust.

With one touch, the most complex of feelings and the most basic of acts unfold all at once. A caress turns into entrancement. Entrancement becomes foreplay. Foreplay becomes sex. Sex becomes love. It blossoms and blooms, tapping into and channeling the very beauty of nature. It’s just a simple touch, but for two passionate lovers, that’s all it takes.

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September 5, 2018 · 5:04 am

“After A Long Week” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after an especially long, busy week I had recently. I think everyone has had similar weeks like that at some point in their lives. This is just me turning it into a sexy story. Enjoy!

“Man, it feels good to be home,” said a tired, but restless Kevin Crayton.

Just hearing those words out loud felt cathartic. He almost had to remind himself that it was Friday night. He wasn’t just going home to sleep for a few hours before heading back to the office. He actually had a chance to rest, relax, and actually appreciate everything he’d worked for. That shouldn’t have been such an audacious concept, but that was the kind of life Kevin had forged.

After pulling into the driveway of his modest suburban house, he took a moment to just catch his breath and gather his thoughts. He had just worked a 60-hour week that shouldn’t have been necessary. Unfortunately, his job at the marketing firm he’d been working at since college threw him several curve balls.

On Monday, two people quit out of the blue, not even handing in a two-weeks-notice. On Wednesday, one of his best analysts broke her ankle in a freak accident and had to spend the night in an emergency room. Those were just the most obvious complications that culminated in a project he had finished and turned into the director just two hours ago.

It was one of those tasks that wouldn’t have been too stressful on a typical work week. In fact, he should’ve been able to take off early and spend the afternoon with his wife, Lucy, who only worked part-time at pharmacy. It wasn’t fair to her that he’d been so busy. He’d canceled their usual date night, which really upset him because that was usually the most relaxing part of his week.

He had to make it up to Lucy. He’d promised her the day they got married that he’d make time for her, even as he pursued his career at the firm. Having been raised by a former marine, Kevin took pride in keeping his promises. He just hoped Lucy was in a forgiving mood.

“Now, I need to make it up my wife,” Kevin said with a deep sigh, “and for all I know, that’ll take all weekend.”

He wasn’t looking forward to all the apologies he owed her. They’d barely spoken in the past 36 hours while he’d been so busy at work. That didn’t make Kevin any less eager to see her. He needed a lot of things to make up for the week he had, but for now, he’d settle for his beautiful wife.

“Might as well start somewhere,” he said, shaking his head in exasperation.

Hoping to leave behind a full five days of stress, he exited his car and made his way to the front door. The sun had already set and chances were, Lucy had already eaten dinner. He’d snacked all afternoon and wasn’t even hungry. Hopefully, she had room for desert, assuming she wasn’t upset with him for working so damn hard.

Kevin began rehearsing all the ways he was going to confront her as he approached the front door. Then, just as he was about to open it, he saw a folded piece of paper taped on the doorknob. On the front was his name written in his wife’s handwriting. Curious, Kevin picked it up and opened it.

“Welcome home,” he read. “I know you’ve had a hard week. Open the door to make it better.”

Now more intrigued than curious, Kevin unlocked the front door and opened it. Immediately, he was greeted with a shocking, but appealing sight.

His wife there waiting for him, but in a distinctly kinky sort of way. There, in the middle of the narrow hallway between the stairs and the small table where he put his car keys, Lucy sat naked on the dirty wooden floor. She looked so casual, leaning back on her arms with her legs fully spread with her lady parts on full display. She acted as though it were the most normal thing in the world, a wife greeting her husband with such an overtly sexual display.

“Welcome home, babe,” Lucy greeted. “I had a feeling you’d need something like this.”

“Lucy,” Kevin said, frozen in place and at a loss for words. “I’m…not sure what’s going on here.”

“Kevin, it’s exactly what you think it is and then some. Now, are you going to stand there and gawk or are you going to get in here and let me welcome you?”

His mouth hung open in shock for a good half-minute. Eventually, Kevin collected himself enough to step inside and close the door behind him, if only to keep one of the neighbors from getting an eyeful of his wife’s nude form.

Even then, he remained somewhat confused, but the more primal parts of his mind were already on alert. In seeing Lucy in all her glory, that seductive glint in her eyes that he hadn’t seen since their honeymoon, Kevin remembered that he still had a functioning penis.

He also recalled that hadn’t had sex with his wife in quite a while. In fact, they hadn’t done it in nearly two weeks. That was the longest they had gone without sex since that time they came down with the flu three years ago. After the week he’d just endured, that felt way too long.

“Lucy,” Kevin began, still struggling to form words.

“Before you begin,” she said, cutting him off, “let me just make a few things clear. It should explain why I decided to ditch dinner, candles, and clothes for the night.”

“That would be helpful,” he replied with a half-grin.

“For the record, I know how busy you were this past week. Believe it or not, I do listen when you tell me about your day. You’re not one to complain, but you do tend to wall yourself off. It’s how you keep your mood from affecting the people you care about.”

Kevin’s grin widened. On top of how good she looked naked, Lucy also reminded him how well she knew him. They’d been together for so long that he didn’t always appreciate how much she’d picked up on his quirks. Not a lot of men could make that claim about their wives. It showed just how lucky he was.

“I’m not going to lie. That does bother me to some extent,” Lucy said.

“And I’d planned on spending the weekend apologizing for that,” Kevin said.

“Save it. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’ve already accepted that harping on that is pointless. Your job is important. Sometimes, a lot of shit goes wrong. Rather than agonize over it, I say we skip to the part where we just celebrate that it’s over.”

“Celebrate…yeah,” he said.

He sounded like an immature teenager who’d never seen exposed breasts before. Lucy snickered at his demeanor and so did he. By every measure, the scene before him was crazy, like something ripped out of a bad porno. It also made a twisted bit of sense.

“So with that in mind…” Lucy said, letting her words trail off.

“Right,” Kevin said, his brain finally catching up to his hormones. “There’s a lot I want to say right now, Lucy. But I got to get the fuck out of this itchy suit.”

With renewed energy and intense urgency, Kevin shed his clothes like they were on fire. He threw off his blazer, undid his belt, and stepped out of his shoes before practically tearing off the fancy suit that he’d gotten dry cleaned less than 12 hours ago.

He didn’t care that he wrinkled his dress shirt and slacks by throwing them into the corner with his running shoes. He barely noticed that he’d kicked his expensive dress shoes across the foyer and into the living room. He needed his wife. He needed her welcoming embrace, among other things.

As soon as he was fully naked, he got down on the floor with her, paying no attention to the dirt and mud stains. He then joined his wife in the middle of the narrow hallway, crawling right between her legs and snaking his arms around her before kissing her passionately.

“God, I need you…so much,” Kevin said in between messy kisses.

“Prove it,” Lucy said, her tone rivaling that any temptress.

Knowing exactly what she meant, skipped the heated make-out session that usually initiated their sexual encounters. Instead, he went directly for the part that made his wife melt in his arms.

Keeping his lips active, he sensually kissed down her neck and over her ample cleavage. He made it a point to give her fleshy mounds an extra firm squeeze, which made her shudder in all the right ways. As much as he loved touching her breasts, though, he didn’t linger. Another part of her body beckoned.

Inch by inch, he worked his way down her torso, past her navel, and into the waiting heat of her inner thighs. He noticed that she was already pretty wet. For all he knew, she’d been waiting for him all evening, eager for his tender touch. He had no intention of making his wife wait a second longer.

“Mmm…seems like you need this too,” Kevin commented.

“Care to prove that too?” she quipped.

“Gladly!”

Like a starving man getting his first meal in days, Kevin buried his face in his love’s pussy and began eating her out. He wasn’t slow or careful like he usually was. He went in full-speed, skillfully parting her wet folds with his fingers and plunging his tongue into her womanly flesh.

That intense, feminine aura consumed him, sending him into a daze of drunken desire. That skill and effort drew a powerful reaction from Lucy as well.

“Ooh Kevin!” she squealed with delight. “Consider me…convinced.”

Falling back on her arms, his love let out moans that echoed loudly within the narrow hall. Encouraged, Kevin pushed her thighs farther apart so he could get in deeper, licking and stimulating her depths as only he could. The sounds of her blissful moans was like the sweetest music. Already, he felt the stress of the past week melting away.

“Lucy…you taste so good,” Kevin moaned, his voice muffled by her pussy.

It was once of his admitted kinks that might have been the deciding factor in Lucy accepting his marriage proposal. He loved giving oral sex to women. He loved the taste, smell, and effect of pussy. He’d loved it since his first girlfriend in high school dared him to go down on her one night. He liked to think he’d made her night. By the time he met Lucy, he’d refined his tastes, as well as his technique.

Using his tongue and fingers to full effect, Kevin stimulated all those extra-sensitive spots he’d come to know by heart. It led to louder moans, the likes of which filled the first level of their house. Lucy was a direct, straightforward person by nature. She made clear to everyone what she wanted, what she liked, and how she wanted things done. That extended to sex and he was all too eager to oblige.

“Kevin, I…I’m getting so hot.” his love moaned.

“Good,” he told her, “because I’m going to need more than this.”

Lucy couldn’t see it from her position, but Kevin already had a full-fledged boner urging him on. Whether it was a product of pent up sexual energy or the act of gorging on his wife’s pussy, he was very aroused and in need of his wife’s sex.

After giving her folds one last tender lick, Kevin rose up from the floor and got on top of her. He ended up pinning her right on the floor, the dirty wood pressing up against her naked flesh. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She kept her legs fully spread, took him in her arms, and pulled him on top of her so that her ample breasts pressed up against his chest.

“Kevin…take me,” Lucy told him. “Give me what you need…what we both need.”

Her words echoed with the same desperation he felt in every fiber of his being. It was no longer about having overdue sex with his wife. It was about fulfilling an unmet need for both of them.

Driven and determined like never before, Kevin grabbed hold of her thighs and guided his erect dick into her waiting vagina. The feeling of their flesh melding, his hard masculine flesh entering her moist womanly depths, was intoxicating – a once cold void filled with a powerful new heat. It sent him deeper into his daze and Lucy gladly followed.

“Feeling better yet, love?” she purred.

“Ohhh Lucy!” was all Kevin got out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She laughed and playfully kissed him, trailing her lips down his face and neck. That encouraged Kevin even more. Lucy had never been a slow and steady kind of girl when it came to sex. She liked it rough. They both did. It was the most potent manifestation of their love for one another.

He made it a point to be extra potent, working his hips and pumping his member inside her tight flesh with great vigor. Their naked bodies rocked and writhed on the floor within the narrow hallway. Kevin couldn’t recall how long it had been since they mopped the area. If it hadn’t been dirty before, they were certainly making it dirty, the sweat and crime of their bodies mixing in a growing pool of passion.

The added effort paid off sooner than expected. After a good dose of hard, focused humping, Lucy’s moans got louder. The writhing and movements of her body intensified. She was already on the brink of orgasm. He knew the signs and Lucy was rarely subtle about it.

“Harder, Kevin! Do it harder! I’m going to…come!” she moaned.

Kevin adjusted his body slightly, rising up so that he could hump her at a different angle. He intensified the pace, watching as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her sweaty flesh grinding against the floor. It was such a beautiful, erotic sight…one that became a noisy spectacle as he sent her over the edge.

“Oohhh Kevin!” she cried out.

The hallways did little to contain the sounds of such ecstasy. He watched in awe as Lucy arched her lower back, closed her eyes, and grasped her breasts as she climaxed right there on the dirty floor. He even slowed his movements so that he could enjoy every second of it.

That might have been the quickest he’d ever brought his wife to orgasm and for someone who claimed she could get herself off with an electric toothbrush, that was saying something. While it was relatively easy to make Lucy come, leaving her satisfied was more challenging. He was more than up to the task, though.

“You really did need that,” Kevin teased, still panting heavily from their sex.

“Yeah…no need to prove it this time,” she said.

“Still…couldn’t hurt to be sure,” he said coyly.

In another show of his burning needs, he withdrew his cock from her still-throbbing vagina, shifted his grip to her waist, and turned her over so that she was on all fours. Still clearly drunk on orgasmic bliss, Lucy did not resist in the slightest. She even shook her heart-shaped ass a bit, as if he needed more tempting at that point.

“Go on,” she said. “Be as sure as you want!”

“I intend to do nothing less!” Kevin told her.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he positioned himself behind her, propped on one knee with his right foot planted firmly on the floor. He then grabbed hold of his wife’s wonderfully round butt, guided his still-rigid cock to her outer folds, and thrust it back into her. From here, he resumed their sex, now with more leverage and even more motivation to fulfill his own needs.

Again, he pumped his cock within her tight folds. It was intense, vigorous, and focused. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt echoed through the hall, the feeling of the floor sticking to their sweaty flesh. Lucy even supplemented his movements, bucking her hips so that their bodies moved in a harmonious symphony of sincere love and pent-up lust.

Need mixed with desire and desire became pleasure…intense, overwhelming pleasure that escalated rapidly. Kevin usually preferred drawing out sex with Lucy. He liked to savor it as much as possible. For the sake of completing an overdue feeling, he made an exception and pushed towards his waiting peak.

“Lucy…I’m close…so close! I need it…so bad!” he said through increasingly labored grunts.

“Do it, my love,” Lucy told him. “Come…meet your need with me.”

He did it harder, working closer and closer to his goal. Lucy did her part too, rising up and guiding his hands to her breasts, allowing him to squeeze them for that final drive into ecstasy. It did the trick. He got what he needed.

“Ohhh Lucy!” he gasped, mirroring the words and passion she’d voiced earlier.

Like a warm wave washing over an arid desert, a surge of bliss erupted from within. His dick throbbed, his face contorted, and his muscles tensed in accord with his release. His manly fluid mixed with her feminine juices in a pool of shared passion, a literal manifestation of the lust and love they had expressed in a narrow hallway of all places.

As he soaked in that feeling, he captured Lucy’s lips in another kiss. Eventually, their naked bodies parted and they found themselves sitting with their backs against the wall – still naked, yet very relaxed.

It was beautiful, pleasurable, and exhilarating. After a week of work, stress, and pressure, it was the perfect counter. Kevin went from frustrating restlessness to utter contentment in record time. It was all thanks to having such an amazing wife, one who knew how to fulfill a need and be extra sexy in the process.

“What a way to end a long week,” Kevin said with a beaming smile.

“Amen to that!” said Lucy.

“Work sucks, but when you’ve got someone you love to come home to…someone who doesn’t mind being naked as soon as the door opens.”

“Don’t say it’s worth it. Work shouldn’t be the only reason why you come home to make love to your wife.”

“It’s not,” he said as he affectionately embraced her. “I was going to say it reminds you that no matter how hectic the rest of life gets, you can still get so much with the simplest, sexiest basics.”

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September 4, 2018 · 5:49 am

Daily Sexy Musings: Underneath Our Clothes

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The following are some of my sexy musings to help start your day, among other things. Enjoy!

We’re all naked underneath our clothes. Thin layers of fabric separate modesty from obscenity. We go outside every day, knowing that our most private areas are protected only by the attire we choose. We never give it a second thought, but we cover ourselves, as though exposure will bring us irreparable harm.

We come out of the womb blissfully unaware of all taboos. We simply seek warmth from the elements and nothing more. There is purpose to covering ourselves, but it gets lost as we grow into a world afraid of its own reflection, aghast at what the sight of our bodies may evoke. Is it out of fear? Is it out of uncertainty as to how we’ll react? We don’t know, but we never bother to ask.

Perhaps it’s because it makes us horny, wanting sensual experiences that go beyond what society deems appropriate.

Perhaps it’s because it makes us complacent, realizing that every person is equally vulnerable at the end of the day. No matter their race, creed, wealth, or status, they are as frail as any animal in the wild.

Perhaps it’s because it reminds us that we are conditioned to avert our eyes, avoiding vanity and the thoughts that go with it. There is danger in self-obsession, large and small. How are we to function when we are too captivated by our own beauty?

At the end of every day, we are still naked. Our skin, genitals and all, are there for us to see. We cannot avoid them. We can only make excuses, but never valid reasons. The mirror still reveals everything, unfiltered and unobscured. Dread it or embrace it. One will bring acceptance. The other will only bring more excuses.

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September 3, 2018 · 7:42 am

“Labor Day Loving” A Sexy Short Story (About Labor Day)

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First off, Happy Labor Day! Some celebrate by having cookouts and parties with friend and family. I love those as much as the next guy, but some people seek to celebrate by telling sexy short stories. I’m one of those people. The following is a sexy short story about Labor Day that I wrote in anticipation of this holiday. Enjoy!

At last, Labor Day had arrived. For most people, it was just another day that extended the weekend by 24 hours. For Jessica and Ryan Valina, though, it was a reprieve they hadn’t enjoyed since New Years. For once, they didn’t have to wake up at five in the morning just to beat the traffic. They could actually sleep in on a Monday and catch up on some badly-needed rest.

That had been their plan for the past six weeks. Unfortunately, it had not gone as well as they’d hoped.

“Ryan,” said Jessica restlessly.

“Yes, Jessica?” her husband replied.

“Are you as wide awake as me, right now?”

“That depends,” Ryan said. “Are your eyelids fighting to stay open?”

“They have been for the past half-hour…at least,” she groaned.

“Then yeah, I’d say I am that awake.”

Ryan sounded every bit as frustrated as she was. She’d been lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to will herself back to sleep. It was no use. Looking over towards her husband, who was on his side facing away from her, she saw someone who needed that extra sleep every bit as much as her.

It just wasn’t happening, though. Their minds and bodies would not cooperate.

“What times is it?” Ryan asked her.

“A quarter till five,” she told him.

“You’re kidding,” he said, rolling onto his back.

“I wish I was. Guess we blacked out the windows for nothing.”

“You still turned the alarm off, right?”

“Of course I did,” Jessica said, not hiding her frustration. “I also turned off our phones, turned up the air conditioner, and told the neighbors not to come over unless the house was on fire.”

“Since I don’t smell smoke, I guess that was for nothing too,” said Ryan.

“How is that even possible? We stayed up late last night, had an extra glass of wine, and binged-watched a bunch of crap on our DVR that had piled up over the past few months. We made a concerted effort to sleep in this morning!”

“And yet…here we are,” he said distantly.

It would’ve been funny if it weren’t so frustrating. It was their first day off in ages and they couldn’t even enjoy it. They had conditioned themselves too well to wake up early on Mondays. It didn’t seem fair.

Then again, fairness had been in short supply since she and Ryan got married. Being college sweethearts, they spent several years enjoying the flexibility of campus life. They could stack all their classes in the afternoon, giving them time to sleep in every morning and hook up whenever the mood struck them. Then, they graduated and got jobs. That was when things got much less flexible.

Ryan was a computer engineer at a software company and she was a business analyst at an investment firm. Both were entry level jobs that had them working at the lowest rungs of the pecking order, which meant they were the ones that had to work longer, harder, and for less money than their experienced supervisors. Between that and their student loan debts, the ability to sleep in on a weekday or even a weekend became a luxury.

Everything became so regimented, revolving around going to work, paying the rent, and helping each other stay on track. They couldn’t just go to the movies on a whim, make love in the middle of the afternoon, or take a daytrip to the city. Beyond dedicating so much money to bills and debts, they just didn’t have the time or energy.

That was supposed to change. Labor Day was supposed to be the first day in a long while when they didn’t have to put in overtime or obsess over work. They could just relax, rest, and recuperate. Jessica made it very clear how she wanted to spend the holiday. Ryan had never agreed to anything so quickly before. It shouldn’t have been that hard, but forces beyond their control kept working against them.

“This isn’t fair,” Jessica said, breaking the silence.

“Tell me about it,” Ryan said with a sigh.

“We bust our asses all year at work – going in on holidays, staying late on Fridays, and even losing our vacation days – just to get our careers going. We try to do everything right, totally changing our priorities after fooling around at college for several years.”

“I miss those days so much. Then again, maybe this is our punishment for having so much fun back then.”

“That makes it even more unfair,” she groaned. “It’s not like we did drugs in dirty alleys and crashed cars on the highway. We got married, for crying out loud! We graduated on time with useful degrees…way more useful than that stupid art history degree my older brother got.”

“It can’t have been that stupid,” Ryan said. “He got that nice job at that movie studio and he takes Fridays off half the time.”

“Don’t make me even more restless, Ryan. This is serious. I needed this. We both did. You remember what Dr. Lanner said back in July. We need to get more sleep. We need to reduce our stress levels.”

“I remember what he said. I also remember him saying it would take more than a few long weekends.”

“I know, damn it! We had to start somewhere, right? I wanted it to be today. Hell, it’s Labor Day. It should be today.”

Jessica tensed up under the covers. Ryan rolled onto his side again and lightly embraced her, which helped calm her down a bit. She took a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Getting worked up about not being able to sleep in wasn’t healthy. It could only make things worse and she didn’t need that. Neither she nor her husband could afford more stress.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she lightly embraced her husband. “I’m getting way too uptight, especially for a holiday.”

“Like you said, it’s Labor Day,” Ryan told her. “It’s not exactly the biggest holiday of the year.”

“I know. It’s just…you and I have worked so hard for so little reward lately. We knew after four years of college and a fancy wedding at the beach that we’d have to buckle down and focus on building our lives together. But what good is that life if we don’t take time to enjoy it?”

“Not much of a life, that’s for sure,” he said.

“I’ve been tired for weeks,” she went on, “wanting nothing more than to just lie in bed with my husband, sleep past sunrise for once, and enjoy a stress-free holiday. Why does that have to be so hard?”

“I don’t know,” said Ryan. “I wish it weren’t, but I guess all that work has really gotten to us. We’ve pushed ourselves so hard that our lives are built around working and recovering from work.”

When he put it like that, it seemed pathetic. Jessica turned back towards her husband, his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. In the reflection of his eyes, she saw a beleaguered young woman who’d forgotten what it was like to relax and have fun. She also saw in Ryan a man who wanted to rest, but didn’t know how. It was like they had trapped themselves in a cycle of work and exhaustion.

That condition was untenable. Jessica refused to let that be her and Ryan’s life moving forward. She married him in hope of forging a better future with him. She wasn’t going to let work undermine that future.

“We can’t let it get that bad,” Jessica said, rolling onto her side so that she faced him. “That can’t be how we spend our first Labor Day together.”

“It might be a little late to salvage it,” Ryan said with a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to make up for it next year.”

“No! That’ll just set a precedent for every other holiday. If we’re going to actually enjoy married life together, we need to do it now.”

“I’m all for that, but how are we supposed to do that when we can’t even sleep in on Labor Day?”

He made it seem like an intractable problem. Jessica didn’t believe in intractable problems. When faced with a complication, she didn’t try to go around it. She tried to go through it. That was part of what helped her and Ryan come together in the first place. She needed to be that bold once more, if only to set an example for how she and her husband spent Labor Day together.

Still facing her husband, Jessica decided to act on a whim.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “but I have an idea…one I’m not going to think through.”

Before Ryan could respond, she grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled on top of him, pinning him flat on his back in the process. Then, now straddling his waist with just his boxers and her panties to separate them, she rose into an upright position and slid off the white T-shirt she’d worn to bed. Since she never wore a bra to bed, it rendered her topless, her breasts fully exposed to him in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

“Whoa,” Ryan said, already looking more alert. “I’m liking this idea, but…”

Jessica silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.

“Please, Ryan…don’t think this through, either,” she told him. “The way I see it…if we’ve forgotten how to sleep in on a holiday, then we might as well do something we still know how to do.”

“Make love before sunrise?” he said, his demeanor perking up in more ways than one.

“Not quite,” Jessica retorted. “Making love takes energy, focus, and passion. Fucking just requires energy…the kind we have too much of at the moment.”

Ryan still looked confused, which was understandable for anyone feeling restless on a Monday morning. Jessica made it a point to clear things up before either of them could second-guess the moment.

Following her lurid whim, she kissed her husband on the lips while allowing her breasts to press against his chest. It wasn’t the kind of gentle, loving kiss she usually reserved for dates and romantic moments either. It was the same kiss she’d have given a cute guy a nightclub after a few too many shots of tequila.

Her husband remained shocked for a moment, but it quickly wore off as baser instincts took over. He began kissing back, his hands finding their way to her waist in the process. As their lips touched, Jessica lightly rubbed her pelvis up against his, which helped get his blood flowing in the right direction. As soon as she sensed arousal, she abruptly ended the kiss and acted on another impulse.

“Lift up your hips,” Jessica told him.

Ryan did as she said without question, his confusion giving way to a lustful daze. She took that as a promising sign. That meant they were on the same page.

Upon complying with her request, she made quick work of his boxers. That had been all he wore to bed the previous night, rendering him fully naked after she tossed them aside. Even in the darkness of the early morning, she could make out his manly stature. It got her juices flowing in the right direction as well, which would help make the next part of her idea even easier.

Rising up slightly as well, she slid off her panties, leaving her fully nude as well. She then straddled his waist and leaned over, giving him a perfect view of her face and her cleavage. It ensure she had his full attention, among other thing.

“I’m going to suck your dick now,” Jessica told him. “I’m going to get it nice and hard. At the same time, I want you to eat my pussy out.”

“And get it nice and wet?” he asked, quickly filling in the blanks.

“That part was implied,” she affirmed. “After that, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Are you going to do that nice and hard, too?” Ryan added.

“You got a better way venting excess energy this early in the morning?”

“No. I don’t,” he said with a coy grin.

He was already getting into the spirit of Labor Day, it seemed. The restlessness gave way to a shared desire to see her crazy idea through. She still had no idea whether it would work, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

Licking her lips and following that same Labor Day spirit, she shifted her body so that they were in a perfect 69 position. Her pussy hovered right over his face while his dick was right in front of hers. The energy and restlessness that kept them awake now had an outlet. In the interest of doing something with that energy, they went to work releasing it.

“Mmm…holiday pussy,” Ryan said before burying his face in her inner thighs.

“Ooh! Some holiday,” Jessica replied with a purr.

He’d gotten ahead of her, wasting no time in using his fingers to spread her folds so that he could probe her inner depths with his tongue. The subtle shivers of pleasure that followed helped motivate her even more, taking her husband’s dick in both hands and devouring it with her lips.

The shared act of early-morning lust effectively silenced them. With newfound purpose, they gave each other the kind of oral sex they hadn’t enjoyed since their anniversary college. Jessica wasn’t as careful or tedious as usual, opting for a more direct approach. She squeezed the base and stroked the shaft, sucking and licking up along his length. The goal wasn’t to create some elaborately erotic act. She was just looking to get him hard for sex.

It worked quicker than she’d expected. She felt her husband’s member swell rapidly within her mouth. At the same time, she felt his tongue slither in and around her pussy, stimulating all the sensitive areas that got her extra moist. It shouldn’t have been possible to get that horny so early in the morning, even on a holiday. It showed just how restless they were and how much they needed it.

“Wow! So hard so soon?” said Jessica, his throbbing erection in both hands.

“Morning wood,” he teased after giving her pussy one last lick. “For once, it’s good for something.”

Jessica snickered at her husband’s comment. Already, she felt the tension and restlessness subside. Instead of lamenting on her inability to sleep in on a holiday, she was just horny now. That effectively streamlined her plan.

“I take it that means you’re ready,” she said.

“As ready as any man can be at this hour,” he replied.

“That should be enough.”

Giving the tip of his cock one last lick, Jessica rose up and shifted her body again. Just as before, she straddled his waist, her knees planted firmly at his side with her pelvis aligned with her husband’s cock. He kept his hands on her hips, gazing up at her with focused desire.

“Time to start fucking,” she said to him. “No setup…no teasing…just sex.”

“I can do that,” Ryan said intently.

“All that lingering energy from long days and short weekends…channel it into fucking me. Just let it all out!”

“In other words, fuck until we’re tired again?”

Jessica laughed and gave her husband a kiss. It was remarkable how well they could coordinate when they had a share goal, be it building a life together or having some Labor Day sex.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” she affirmed.

“That’s a plan I can get behind,” Ryan said.

Without another word, Jessica reached behind her back, grabbed the base of her lover’s cock, and guided it into her vagina. A flood of sharp sensations followed as his flesh penetrated hers, her moist folds surrounding his manly flesh in a melding of their bodies. That warm, intimate feeling unleashed the pent up energy that had kept them awake, among other things.

Shifting her grip to his waist, Jessica rode her husband’s cock in a perfect cowgirl position, gyrating her hips in succession of steady movements. Together, they gasped and moaned as the tight folds of her pussy slithered along the length of Ryan’s cock, triggering a steady stream of blissful feelings. If she had any lingering tension before, she sure didn’t have it now.

“Ryan…oohhh Ryan,” she gasped in between movements.

“Ohhh Jessica,” he moaned.

She narrowed her gaze on his, conveying to him the love that had gotten them so far. He did the same, flashing her that affectionate glint that she only ever saw in their most intimate moments. Feeling up her waist as she rode him, he fondled her breasts as they bounced to the rhythm. It added an extra bit of sensation to their sex, as well as motivation to keep venting the energy.

It had been a while since she and Ryan had just fucked like rabbits. There was once a time when they just randomly jumped each other’s bone in between the nights they set aside for romantic lovemaking. They still made love fairly regularly, but those moments where they just went at it had pretty much vanished since they started working. Everything became a routine with very little margin for error, even in matters of sex.

There was nothing routine about what she felt at the moment, though. There was no schedule or plan, romantic or otherwise. She and Ryan were just fucking, relishing in the raw, basic pleasures that often got lost in between work. She must have needed it more than him because she could already feel an orgasm coming on.

“Ryan, I…I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…come!” she panted, already winded from her rhythmic motions.

“Come, Jessica,” he urged her. “Come…as much as you need to.”

That deep, determined tone in his voice – the same tone that made him such a hard worker, no less – helped send her over the edge. When the feeling hit, there was nothing fancy about it. It was just a nice, powerful orgasm.

She dug her nails into his torso, closed her eyes, and arched her lower back as the ripples of pleasure surged through her. Ryan tightened his hold on her breasts, supplementing the feeling as she soaked in the feeling. It rendered her dazed, her body and mind settling into that special state where stress and worry just melted away. It was the perfect antidote for restlessness.

“Tired yet, Jess?” Ryan said with a half-grin.

“Getting there,” she replied, still short of breath.

“Good! I’ll get you the rest of the way.”

Showing a similar resolve to the one she’d just demonstrated, Ryan rose up and wrapped her in his powerful arms. He then kissed her, laid her back down on the bed, and got on top of her. Their flesh never parted, his throbbing manhood still deep in her pussy. That morning wood of his was even harder than she’d expected.

Still in her daze, Jessica kept embracing her husband, clinging to his manly flesh as he began fucking her with the same brand of raw energy that she’d so effectively tapped. Ryan was a bit less measured in his movements, though, establishing a harder, faster rhythm than before. It was not the mark of the marathon lovemaking they’d enjoyed before. It was a sprint towards more ecstasy.

“Ooh yeah! Hard and fast…just like that!” Jessica moaned. “Do it, Ryan! Wear yourself out fucking me!”

Her husband responded with a deep grunt before kissing down her neck and intensifying his movement. Back and forth, in and out, his upper body grinded against hers with each motion. He really dug his knees and feet into the bed, working his cock inside her still-throbbing pussy. Wave after wave of intense, chaotic sensations followed, coupled with equally chaotic gestures. It rocked the bed hard, as if to reflect just how much energy they had to vent.

In her daze, it was hard to keep up. As she and Ryan moved together in the intimate heat, their naked bodies shifted under the covers through a succession of positions. At one point, she had both her legs hitched over his shoulder as he humped her. At another, she was on her side while Ryan fucked her at an angle. Somewhere along the line, she climaxed again. She might have even climaxed a few more times after that. It was hard to tell, but Jessica couldn’t care less.

It all just came gushing out through their sex. Hands, fingers, and lips ran wildly every step of the way, his manly sinews remaining entwined with her feminine curves. There was no pattern or system to it. There was just two people fucking on Labor Day morning, blowing off the steam that they’d built up over the course of such a busy year. It was overdue and it felt so damn good.

The pace only started to slow after Ryan, winded from so much intimate exertion, neared his climax. Jessica was on her side and he was spooning her from behind, pumping his dick into her while fondling her breasts. She sensed he was close. She also sensed he was almost spent, which was just what she’d hoped.

“Jessica…I’m close,” he grunted, in between increasingly desperate thrusts.

“I’m ready,” Jessica replied, her voice still dazed. “Just let it all out…and then some.”

She placed her hand atop his, entwining their fingers as if to guide him the rest of the way. The last round of movements was pretty labored, requiring an extra push to get to that special place where no further energy was necessary. Finally, after a few more passionate movements, it happened.

There was no spectacle to it. Ryan just let out a deep, euphoric grunt as he climaxed. Jessica, still clutching her lover’s hand, moaned with him as she felt a thick stream of his manly fluid shoot into her. That intimate warmth, their sensual juices mixing together, felt like their excess energy taking a tangible form. Releasing it was both cathartic and pleasurable.

“Happy Labor Day, my love,” Jessica told him.

“Same to you…my love,” he said breathlessly.

When the feeling had passed, the afterglow subsuming the euphoria, Ryan withdrew from her and rolled onto his back again. Jessica rolled over as well and curled up next to him, his arm still draped around her. Every muscle in her body had relaxed. Every fiber still burned from their lustful outburst. She could barely move her limbs, let alone keep her eyes opened.

“It’s official,” Ryan said, exhaustion and contentment echoing in every word. “I’m tired again.”

“Me too,” Jessica said with a light grin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. And for the record…I’d like to make this our new Labor Day tradition.”

It was too late. Ryan had already fallen asleep. Smiling to herself, Jessica closed her eyes and followed him, finally slipping into that deep, relaxed state that once seemed so elusive. For a holiday like Labor Day, it felt fitting.

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