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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Magnificent Ms. Marvel #6

Teenage superheroes have always had a unique appeal, as well as a unique set of challenges. It’s not just their youth, inexperience, and idealism that sets them apart. They deal with complications and obstacles that adult heroes rarely have to worry about. Say what you will about Hawkeye’s abilities. At least he doesn’t have to worry about turning in homework on time, dealing with parents, and enduring puberty.

When it comes to teenage superheroes who embody that unique appeal, Ms. Marvel checks every box. She’s young, idealistic, lovable, tough, determined, awkward, and overwhelmed with balancing her superhero life with her personal life. Since her debut in 2014, some of her best moments have come from struggling to maintain that balance.

Now, that balance is completely thrown off in “Ms. Marvel #6” and for once, it has nothing to do with aliens, Hydra, or high school. What unfolds in this comic is more personal. It puts Kamala Khan in a position where no superpower or superpowered allies can make a difference.

It’s a difficult position, even for adult superheroes. Superman faces it almost every time he clashes with Lex Luthor. However, Kamala Khan isn’t Superman. She’s a teenage girl still growing into her superhero identity. What happens to her in “Ms. Marvel #6” is an impossible challenge as much as it is a turning point.

Since he took over, writer Saladin Ahmed has taken Ms. Marvel’s journey far beyond the limits of Jersey City. She’s teamed up with the Avengers, led a team of aspiring young heroes in the Champions, and fought in an alien war in which she saved an entire planet. She has had her share of triumphs lately, even when compared to adult superheroes.

Then, just after she acquires a flashy new costume powered by alien technology, her parents drop a bombshell. Her father is dying. He’s not just sick. He’s not just facing some new condition that requires treatment and management. He is dying and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

For a superhero who just saved an alien planet and is on a first-name basis with the Avengers, this is akin to the ultimate gut punch, followed by the worst hangover, and topped off with the most agonizing heartbreak. This is the kind of news that even adult struggle with, long after they’ve built lives apart from their parents. Kamala Khan is just a teenager. Superhero or not, this shatters her world.

It’s a heartbreaking turn of events for a character who has been on a solid winning streak lately. Almost every teenage superhero faces setbacks. Kamala has had more than her share, from love interests who ran away to idols who abused her trust. This is more than a setback.

Since her debut, Ms. Marvel has stood out in a great many ways. One particular way that sets her apart from the Peter Parkers and Bruce Waynes of the superhero world is that she didn’t need a parent or loved one to die to become a hero. Kamala comes from a loving, tight-knit family who instill in her the values that would make anyone a hero in their own right.

Her family has always been a big part of her story. Like many teenage superheroes, she struggles to navigate family life alongside her superhero life. At the same time, her family has largely been a source of strength, even when they hound her about being late for school. Now, her family is facing one of the worst situations that any family can face.

Ahmed doesn’t rush Kamala through the various stages of acceptance. The plot of “Ms. Marvel #6” starts with a heart-breaking revelation, but follows Kamala as she tries to make sense of it all. Being young and idealistic, her first instinct is to try and fix this. She’s a superhero. She’s supposed to do the impossible and succeed where others fail.

This is different. She can fight to save her father’s life, just as she fights a typical supervillain. However, even when saving the day, the effects of her father’s news is apparent. The art by Minkyu Jung even captures that mood at every turn.

Ms. Marvel #6” is one of those comics in which elaborate heroics and flashy costumes are secondary, at best. The events in this story signal a major upheaval in Kamala Khan’s superhero journey and it’s not one she can embiggen her way out of. Right now, her personal journey is more important than that of any hero. Tony Stark even shows up to remind her of that. He even brings gyros to belabor the point.

More often than not, when teenage superheroes are faced with loss and heartbreak, their first instinct is to lash out. You can usually set your watch to them doing something reckless or self-destructive out of anguish. That’s not just a trait common of superheroes. That’s something teenagers struggle with in the real world.

It once again strikes to the heart of why Kamala Khan is such an endearing character. It’s not just that she succeeds where other female superheroes falter. Her struggles, even though they involve Avengers and aliens, feel real and genuine. The idea that she’s poised to endure one of the hardest things any family can endure is both powerful and relateable.

After the events of “Ms. Marvel #6,” it’s not unreasonable to say that Kamala Khan’s life will never be the same. Even though that seems to happen with teenage superheroes every other week, this feels different. This isn’t part of some elaborate plot by a cunning supervillain. This is a terminally ill loved one.

Whether you’re a hero or a nobody, this is a challenge nobody is equipped to handle. Kamala Khan now faces the prospect of losing her father. It’s heartbreaking, but it also helps reaffirm just how much heart she has. That heart helped make her a hero. It also makes the prospect of watching it break feel that much more difficult.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Legs Edition

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There are many parts of the human body that have sexual connotations. Some are more obvious than others. Most people don’t need detailed psychological insight to understand why straight men are attracted to female breasts or why straight women are attracted to men with a toned ass. These desires are hardwired into us. What varies is the intensity of that desire, as well as the focus.

When it comes to legs, both men and women have a good biological incentive to find them sexy. Sexy legs in a woman denote good health and prospective child-rearing. Sexy legs in a man denote good health and an ability to do some heavy lifting around the house. These are sexy qualities that go beyond the act of lovemaking and they have a place in the sexual road map.

On top of that, it’s the middle of summer. This is the time of year where everyone gets to show off their legs. You don’t have to be wearing a swimsuit at the beach. It’s hot outside and wearing long pants just isn’t practical. For those who want to show off their legs, this is the time of year to do it.

It’s why I dedicate a little extra time in my workout to legs over the summer. It’s also why we put a little extra care into your legs this time of year. This edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts is my way of encouraging everyone with sexy legs to celebrate their sex appeal while the weather permits it. We all have legs. Why not make them sexy? Enjoy!


“Statistically, it’s a near certainty that someone you know is into something kinky.”


“Good location is as important to real estate as romantic ambiance is to making love.”


“Gold diggers are just prostitutes who play the long game and have good divorce lawyers.”


“The odds of winning the lottery are comparable to the odds that sending a woman a dick pic will result in sex.”


“In this day and age, a couple sharing wi-fi passwords counts as a form of intimacy.”


“Closing the orgasm gap between men and women won’t achieve world peace, but it’ll make peace seem less daunting.”


“To some extent, a family reunion is a celebration of a specific lineage of orgasms.”


I hope that gave everyone, regardless of gender, yet another reason to not skip leg day in the gym. There’s only so much we can do to make certain parts of our body sexy. With legs, there are plenty of options. Strong, sexy legs are one of those traits that have plenty of use beyond the sexy stuff. When you’ve got strength and tone to go with them, it’s just a nice bonus.

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“New Toys” A Sexy Short Story (Involving Sex Toys)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about a couple incorporating sex toys into their love life. It was partially inspired by this one couple I knew years ago who decided to try it for their anniversary. They ended up becoming full-fledged sex toy enthusiasts. They’re still together, by the way. Enjoy!

“Um….Blake? What exactly am I looking at?” asked a confused and slightly embarrassed Heather Cyrus.

“Well, I want to say it’s exactly what you think it is, but given your limited experience with this sort of thing…”

Her boyfriend’s careful words trailed off. She sensed him trying hard not to laugh. He should’ve tried harder.

Heather had planned on enjoying a romantic night with her lover, Blake Quinton. They had endured long week. Her workload at the marketing firm was more strenuous than usual. When she told her lover she wanted to share some private time, she thought he knew what she meant.

Initially, he got the message. He left work early, ordered some take-out, and set up a candle-lit dinner. He’d also set the mood in their bedroom. He closed the blinds, lit some incense, and put on some soft jazz music. After dinner, he led her into the bedroom where Heather expected to enjoy a night of casual lovemaking. Then, before things got heated, he pulled out a box from under the bed and gave it to her.

That was when she saw it. Blake, the man she loved with all her heart and planned to marry, had bought her a sex toy.

“You don’t have to be so immature,” Heather said, rolling her eyes. “I know what sex toys are.”

“Do you?” Blake questioned. “Because what you’re looking at is no ordinary sex toy. The lady at the shop called it the mini-wand deluxe. It’s supposed to be the ultimate accessory for compact ecstasy.”

“Is that really what it’s called?” she asked skeptically. “Or is that how she got you to buy it?”

“It doesn’t matter what it’s called. What matters is why I bought it.”

“Because you thought it would be funny?” Heather scoffed.

“No,” Blake said, “because it would enhance our love life. I definitely want that. Don’t you?”

He was dead serious. Sitting on the bed next to her, he slipped his arm around her waist and embraced her affectionately. Wearing only her underwear and nighty, she could feel his love through his touch. Blake wasn’t great with words, but he often spoke volumes with his gestures.

As the surprise wore off, Heather tried to get a grip on the situation. Blake was a great guy and a wonderful boyfriend, but subtlety was not among his strengths. He couldn’t lie worth a damn. He rarely thought things through. When he got an idea, he pursued it with reckless abandon.

It was how he got his first job. One day, he got it in his head that he wanted to work on movies. Without a second thought, he drove to the nearest movie studio and got a low-paying job working cameras. Six years later, he was in charge of his own production team. It was also how they first met. At concert, he just walked up and asked her out on a whim. She accepted, not expecting to fall in love with him. Two years later, they shared an apartment and an active love life.

That, alone, was quite an accomplishment. Heather had only dated one other man in her life. That man happened to come from the same very traditional, deeply religious community as her. Growing up in that community, the idea of having a love life before her wedding night was unfathomable. The idea of sex being more than a wifely duty was just as outrageous. Naturally, it fostered some unhealthy attitudes that ultimately doomed that relationship.

Blake was different. He’d grown up in a big city. His mother was a gynecologist and his oldest sister was a lesbian. He was in a better position to learn about sex than most straight heterosexual men. He willingly shared that knowledge with her as their relationship blossomed. Heather’s attitudes about sex changed considerably, as a result. Bringing a sex toy into the mix might have been too much, too fast.

“Enhance our love life,” she repeated under her breath, “that shouldn’t sound so daunting.”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t,” Blake told her.

“And yet, here I am…a functioning adult who still hears the angry voices of nuns, priests, and teachers whenever we do it. They keep telling me this is wrong…having sex with my boyfriend and daring to enjoy it.”

“They can yell at you all they want. That doesn’t make them right.”

“I know. Believe me, I know,” said Heather with a sigh. “It’s just…the more we do it, the more I realize how wrong they were. They taught me what sex was and what not to do. They never taught me how great it felt. Hell, I didn’t know what an orgasm was until I was 19 years old.”

“Yeah, I remember that story. You thought you were having a seizure,” said Blake in a humored tone.

“I can laugh about that now, but I’m still not over it. I’ve lived most of my life being ignorant about sex. You’ve gone above and beyond to change that. It’s just…not changing as fast as I’d hoped.”

She reached into the box and picked up the mini-wand, as Blake called it. Years ago, just touching it would’ve been an affront to her entire community. It was obscene, from its phallic shape to its pinkish color. Such a device couldn’t possibly improve anyone’s sex life. It was just a tool of illicit pleasure.

That was what her old health teacher would’ve told her. Having gotten her sex education from a religious school, using anything for pure pleasure was sinful. Even a married woman wasn’t supposed to enjoy sex beyond a certain point. She had to please her husband, but that was it. Nobody said anything about her pleasure.

That included her former boyfriend. He was never abusive, but he’d been taught the same as her. When they first had sex, it wasn’t that pleasurable. It wasn’t even that passionate. She didn’t come. She hadn’t even been aroused. Even though it didn’t hurt, Heather knew in her gut that something wasn’t right. Blake, being such a wonderful man, went out of his way to teach her what others wouldn’t.

“You’ve come a long way…literally, in some cases,” Blake told her.

“Your vocabulary is uncanny,” said Heather in amusement.

“Doesn’t matter what words I use. It’s true. You’re a different woman than you were two years ago. It’s not just that you have sex, enjoy it, and appreciate your own anatomy. You’ve really grown since we’ve started doing it.”

“Which is quite a feat. My mom told me the clitoris was part of a woman’s stomach, for crying out loud.”

“It’s more than that, Heather,” he said. “You’re such a wonderful, passionate person. I saw that in you the day we met. I also saw someone who repressed the wrong feelings for the what she thought were good reasons.”

“And that line of thinking caused a lot of problems…intimate problems that you helped solve,” she said with a light smile.

“I didn’t do as much as you think,” Blake retorted. “In most cases, I didn’t have to.”

He scooted in closer, taking her in both arms. Their faces now inches apart, she melted in his embrace. Still holding the mini-wand, Heather’s heart raced as the air became heated. She’d changed into her nighty expecting to have sex, but she didn’t expect it to carry so much weight.

Within his arms, he traced a path down her body. He grazed his fingers down her waist and hips, highlighting her feminine curves. When he touched bare skin, it burned with his love. It did plenty to get her inner thighs moist with arousal, which helped reinforce his point.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, Blake,” said Heather in a deeper tone, “but I’m starting to like it.”

“There’s a valid reason for it…other than wanting to make love to my beautiful girlfriend,” he said with a wry grin.

“As if I’d ever doubt that,” she chuckled.

“Then, this should cast off even more doubt,” he went on. “In my adult live, I’ve met many women who just aren’t very sexual. They’re content with simple, infrequent sex. That’s really all they need. It leaves them satisfied and fulfilled. At the same time, I’ve met women who are not like that.”

“You mean women like me?” said Heather curtly.

“You’re a special case, Heather. You had the desire, but lacked the outlet. Blame your schools, your teachers, and your conservative upbringing, but give yourself credit for retaining those passions. They’re what make you such a wonderful woman. And yes, they’re also what make you a passionate lover.”

For once, Blake was subtle. It gave his words greater weight. As she gazed into his eyes, she saw a reflection of the women that Blake helped her become. She was so proud to be that woman. She was just as proud to be this man’s lover. If his plan had been to make her want him even more, then he’d succeeded. However, Blake had a knack for overachieving.

“Oh Blake,” she said while lovingly caressing his face. “You could’ve told me all this without giving me a sex toy.”

“I know,” he said with a wide grin, “but it wouldn’t have been as romantic.”

“And you know I’m more flexible when I’m wooed,” Heather added.

“That too,” he admitted.

Between his touch and his words, she was putty in his arms. To leave no further doubts, she kissed him on the lips. She made sure it was extra deep, employing plenty of tongue. Still enraptured in his arms, she hooked her legs around his waist and pressed her body against his. Through such intimate touching, the stage was set.

She and Blake were going to make love. On top of that, she was going to enjoy it in all the ways she’d been told to avoid. She even had a new tool at their disposal.

“So…can we skip the part where I convince you to let me use this sexy gizmo?” said Blake upon breaking the kiss.

“Darling, you taught me everything I know about enjoying sex,” Heather reminded him. “I trust you to use the mini-wand to make it extra special.”

“Then, why the hell are we still wearing these itchy clothes?”

“Hmm…good question,” she said with a seductive purr.

They shared a playful laugh and kissed again. Passions began flowing more freely. Lips touched, tongues twirled, and hands roamed. Heather’s nighty wasn’t very heavy to begin with. After some minor foreplay, it was unbearable.

While kissing, she handed him the sex toy. From there, he guided her through the intimate motions she’d come to treasure. He led her to the center of the bed, removing his pants along the way. She pulled back the covers, giving them a soft, comfortable platform on which to celebrate their love.

Hovering over her amidst the candle-lit bedroom, Blake removed her nighty. Her breasts now exposed, her lover smothered them with his hands and lips. He knew how much she loved that. It was one of the first kinks she discovered with him. Once he licked her nipples and squeezed her mounds, she moaned blissfully.

“Ooh Blake!” Heather gasped. “Your touching…so soft.”

While he worked his magic, she eagerly lifted her hips and removed her panties. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten naked so urgently. It further affirmed what Blake saw in her. She was a very sexual woman and she wasn’t ashamed of that.

After she tossed her panties aside, Blake followed suit. He reluctantly removed his face from her breasts so he could take off his boxers. In doing so, he revealed a fully-erect penis. Heather used to be so embarrassed by such a sight. She remembered blushing profusely the first time they had sex. She now appreciated the inherent beauty of male anatomy.

“And you’re hard…very, very hard,” she said, her gaze narrowing on his manhood.

“What can I say? I get really horny after a long week,” Blake said with a casual shrug.

“Is that why you picked tonight to try out a sex toy?”

“No, but trust me. There is a reason,” he told her, “and it’ll become abundantly clear very soon!”

Heather was as excited as she was horny. Every time Blake taught her something new, it expanded her sexual awareness. Greater awareness often made for better lovemaking. She and her lover could only benefit from that.

It often required her to trust her lover’s expertise. The way he held the mini-wand hinted that he’d used sex toys before. She was still somewhat nervous. Every time she thought sex couldn’t get more intense, Blake found a way to prove otherwise.

“We’ll keep things simple,” he told her. “Spread your legs. We’ll start with basic missionary. I’ll use this and my dick to make you come.”

“Is that a promise?” Heather asked playfully.

“No. That’s a certainty!”

His voice was so deep and masculine. It showed how certain he was. Heather’s heart skipped a beat. Blake Quinton was at his most sexy when he had great confidence. Being naked, aroused, and glowing in the romantic lighting of their bedroom certainly helped. She was completely prepared for this new experience.

Now longing for her lover’s flesh, Heather spread her legs. She remained flat on her back, resting her head on one of the pillows. She watched with bated breath as her lover got on top of her, his masculine form hovering over her with amorous intent. She held onto his shoulders, the heat between their naked bodies escalating by the second.

With a sly grin, Blake tapped the button the mini-wand and it started vibrating. It was louder than she expected. Her mind raced as quickly as her heart. She thought she knew how it worked, but when it came to sex, she assumed her knowledge was incomplete.

“Are you ready, Heather?” he asked her.

He always did that, giving her an out before their flesh merged. In the past, she’d hesitated before answering. There was none of that this time.

“I’m ready, my love,” she told him.

Having received her blessing, Blake aligned his hardened manhood with her moist folds. As soon as the tip grazed over her labia, he thrust forward and entered her.

It was so easy and smooth. That was a far cry from her earlier sexual experiences. Just being aroused during penetration went a long way towards making sex pleasurable. She’d come to appreciate this moment, feeling her lover enter her. For Blake, it was usually a prelude to something greater.

“Mmm…so hot,” he said. “Let’s make it hotter!”

What her lover did next might again change everything she thought she knew about sex.

With one hand, he gripped her left thigh. With the other, he guided the vibrating mini-wand to her pelvis and pressed it against her clitoris. When he did this, he began working his hips in a steady humping motion. An onslaught of sensations followed, which caught Heather by surprise.

“Whoa!” she gasped. “That feels…whoa!”

“That mean you like it?” Blake teased.

“Yes! Fuck yes, that feels great!”

If she’d used that language back home, everyone in her neighborhood would’ve recoiled in horror. While Heather usually avoided profanity, even after leaving home, she gladly made an exception.

It was incredible. The combination of her lover pumping his cock within her vagina while the mini-wand stimulated her clitoris triggered a rush of sensations that made her rethink the workings of female anatomy. It was as though her sex had been operating at half-capacity all her life. Now, everything was fully operational.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh my fucking God, yes!” Heather cried out.

She wasn’t usually that vocal during sex. Then again, sex never felt this good.

Her enthusiastic reaction inspired her lover to step up his efforts. Blake dug his knees and feet into the bed and humped harder. He gasped and grunted with each motion, his manhood slithering seamlessly inside her vagina. He worked up a sweat as he rocked her body, as well as their bed. Through each motion, he kept the mini-wand pressed against her clit. That stimulation, along with the feeling of their sexual union, sent Heather into uncharted ecstasy.

It might as well have been an express lane to O-Town. She could already feel an orgasm approaching. It didn’t usually come that quickly or easily. That kind of pleasure often required significant effort. Even when she masturbated, she had to push herself to get to that magical threshold. The female orgasm was supposed to be a bonus, not an expectation. Her priorities had clearly been wrong.

“Oh my…ooh Blake! I think I’m coming! I think…oohhh yes!”

“Already? Whoa!” Blake said.

He had to steady his movements. Her body often took on a life of its own when she climaxed. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and she let out moans that defied description. Heather used to think that was just a byproduct of being so sexually repressed. Now, she might have only been half-right.

The feeling was sharp and strong, like a shock to the system. It started in her core and ripped out from all directions, flooding her body with the ecstasy she’d come to love. As she soaked it in, she clung harder to her lover’s flesh. His gaze never diverted from her. She never looked away either, even as her face contorted to the intense sensations.

Blake’s love for her was never more apparent. He once told her that watching a woman climax was like watching a beautiful sunset while winning the Super Bowl. He might have been exaggerating, but at that moment, he was in awe.

“That worked better than I thought,” Blake said in amazement.

“Speak…for yourself,” said Heather, still breathless from her orgasm.

“In other words, sex toys are now part of our sex life?”

Heather answered with a beaming smile. He smiled back, indicating he got the message. She released her grip on his shoulders and caressed his face, pulling him into a loving kiss. She was still deep in an orgasmic, but was coherent enough to pursue more desires.

It was official. She loved sex toys. The mini-wand did what it was supposed to do. It enhanced their sex life. However, the extent of that enhancement remained incomplete.

“Is that a yes?” asked Blake when she broke the kiss.

“More like an almost,” said Heather coyly.

“Almost? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to find out!”

At that moment, the passionate persona of Heather Cyrus – the same that Blake had mentioned, moments ago – took over. She kissed her lover again, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him over so that he was flat on his back. She also took the mini-wand from him, which continued vibrating. Their flesh had only parted briefly, but Blake was still hard and she was still wet.

“Heather…this side of you,” he said as he gazed up at her in awe.

“I know,” she replied with a seductive undertone.

“I always knew it was there.”

“You’re damn right! And now, I have the tools to embrace it…literally.”

They laughed and kissed again. She’d trusted Blake to make sex wonderful for her. Now, she was poised to return the favor and the mini-wand was going to make it special.

As soon as their lips parted, she straddled his waist and aligned her body with his. Still holding the sex toy in one hand, she reached behind to guide his cock back into her. A smooth fleshly union followed. She was still so wet from her release and he was so hard, having not gotten his. Once her womanly depths embraced his manly flesh, basic lust took over.

She began riding him cowgirl style. It was a position she’d once avoided, mostly due to her limited understanding of how sex should manifest. She’d come to appreciate it, but she never pursued it so eagerly. That was before she had the aid of a sex toy. As soon as she set the pace of their sex, she put it to good use.

Using what Blake had showed her earlier, she pressed the vibrating tip against her clit. Some extra shots of bliss followed. She was a little clumsy with it at first, having to hold it in place while she worked her hips. She quickly adapted. In short order, she making love to Blake while pleasuring herself with every motion.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oohhh it’s so good! It feels so…so good!” Heather panted.

“My God, Heather…so beautiful,” said Blake in a deepening daze.

He squeezed her butt while she rode him, thrusting upwards to supplement every motion. The extra effort, along with the extra pleasure, inspired the most intense sex they’d ever shared to that point.

It was so hot and vigorous. The bed never rocked so hard. Heather had never moved with such fervor. By embracing her sexier side, she connected with a deeper feeling. The look on Blake’s face said it all. He gazed up at her as though she were a sex goddess. That was so fitting because she felt like one. There was no other way to describe the experience.

Together, their naked bodies moved and gyrated. Every intimate motion was perfectly synchronized. His flesh slithered sensually inside her, stimulating every sensitive spot along the way. At one point, Blake placed his hand atop hers to help press the mini-want against her clit. It added even more meaning to the pleasure. It also made a second orgasm inevitable.

“Blake…my love,” Heather panted. “Again! I’m going to…come again!”

“Me too, Heather. Me…too!” he grunted.

“Let’s…let’s do it together!”

It was ambitious, seeking to share a simultaneous orgasm. Blake told her early on in their sex life that it rarely happened that way. Every cheesy romance novels and pornos grossly overstated how easy it was for two people to time their peaks. Heather could count all the times she’d achieved that with Blake on one hand. However, thanks to the aid of a sex toy, it didn’t seem so impossible.

It was just a matter of riding his cock a little harder, drawing him closer to the brink, and timing her release accordingly. It took some heavy coordination. She had to read the twitches in her lover’s expression and the throbbing of his cock inside her. At the same time, she had to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clit with the mini-wand.

It tested everything she’d learned about sex to that point. When they came, she let the heavens know she passed with flying colors.

“Oohhh Blake!”

“Ohhh Heather!”

Their shared cries blended together seamlessly. In that wondrous moment, Heather arched her back and shuddered under the fresh onslaught of pleasure. This time, her lover joined her.

He clenched her hand and squeezed her butt as he climaxed, letting out sharp grunts as his member throbbed inside her. She felt that warm, intimate sensation as his manly fluids mixed with her womanly juices inside her womb.

It was like two hearts beating together.

It was like two minds sharing a single thought.

It was like two bodies becoming truly one.

Beyond the ecstasy was an intimacy that defied description. Heather, once defined by misguided attitudes, could finally accept it. This was who she was. It felt so good and so right. She just needed the right lover and the right tools to realize it.

“I love you, Blake,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

“I love you too, Heather,” Blake said with a loving grin.

“And I love this new toy of ours,” she added.

“Good to know!”

They smiled and laughed while absorbing the ecstasy. As the afterglow settled in, their lower bodies parted and Heather collapsed atop her lover. They shared an affectionate kiss, but she didn’t let go of the mini-wand. She had every intention of exploring its uses for the rest of the night.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Cooking and Sexy Chefs

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A nice, romantic meal has plenty of sex appeal. Most people don’t deny that. It’s the foundation of many quality dates that often result in memorable lovemaking. I certainly appreciate it, but there’s also something to be said about the act of cooking itself. I strongly believe that too can have a unique bit of sex appeal.

Now, I’m somewhat bias when I say this because cooking is kind of a big deal in my family. My father is a great cook. My mother is a great cook. Many of my close relatives approach cooking with a passion that you don’t often see outside of a syndicated cooking show. There are more than a few stories about how cooking served as a foundation for a relationship.

Those stories are private and not for me to share. I’ll only note that cooking skills probably played a role in some very memorable nights and for good reason. It’s one thing to have all the right ingredients. Being able to put them together into something delicious takes a mix of skill and talent. When done right, it can be a very sexy combination.

It’s one thing to pay someone else to cook your food. When someone you love cooks it for you, the simple act of sharing a meal gains a more intimate meaning. It helps fill one basic need while acting as a catalyst for another. In terms of overall sex appeal, it’s a perfect two-for-one deal. As such, don’t be surprised if this Daily Sexy Musing makes you both hungry and horny. Enjoy!

The water is boiling.

The ingredients are mixed.

The meat is searing.

The oven is hot.

Everywhere around you, there is a growing heat. It’s a tasty heat, one that lingers with every breath I take. I can taste your labor from afar, but they are just samples of the feast to come. Watching you, my hunger grows. However, that is not the only need I seek to sate.

Before, there was just a collection of food and ingredients. On their own, they were nothing more than food. In your hands, they become something more. With the right preparation and care, it becomes more than just a meal. It stands as a work of art, albeit one we consume. For once, my stomach, my heart, and my loins all conspire to spark my desire.

You mix it all together.

You present it in perfect proportions.

You serve it and yourself in a single dish.

The heat from the kitchen follows us to the table. From the first bite to the last, I taste your amorous effort. It’s as though you injected your passion for me in every scrap. Like the rarest spice mixed in with the rarest fruits, I savor every last morsel. Every sound I make echoes with my loving approval.

As you look at me, I let you know that I am fed. However, I am not satisfied. Even after my stomach is full, there are other appetites that have not yet quenched. To do so requires a different kind of heat, but you need not worry.

You cooked the perfect meal.

I shall serve the perfect desert.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Captain Marvel #9

If you want to know the true character of a superhero, then just look at how they handle themselves when their powers are weakened or removed. The heroes with the strongest character won’t change in the slightest. They’ll keep being a hero. They just have to adapt to their limitations. The lousy ones tend to cower and whine like a kid who lost their binkie.

Carol Danvers has a history of losing her powers, her identity, and her bodily autonomy. Her character has been tested more than most and, through many setbacks and losses, she never stops being the hero she strives to be. Now, Kelly Thompson and Carmen Carnero are testing her again in “Captain Marvel #9,” but it’s a different test of character.

For the past few issues, Carol has been having issues with both her powers and her public image. She couldn’t handle a standard tentacle monster that seems to attack New York every other day in the Marvel universe. On top of that, news got out of her Kree Heritage, as revealed in “The Life of Captain Marvel.” Now, her status in the Air Force and the public trust she’s worked so hard to earn is in question.

If that weren’t challenging enough, there’s a new female hero in town named Star who may or may not be tied to her recent issues, but is already becoming more popular. That’s a lot of challenges, to say the least.

However, “Captain Marvel #9” does not devolve into another story about a superhero becoming paralyzed by vulnerability and self-doubt. It certainly has all the right ingredients for that kind of struggle, but that’s not the direction that Thompson goes and that’s refreshing. There are enough stories about superheroes losing their powers and whining about it. Carol Danvers doesn’t whine. She confronts that shit.

She even finds time to squeeze in a little sexy time with her boyfriend, James “War Machine” Rhodes. Powers and reputation are important, but so is spending quality time with her significant other. Say what you want about Carol, but she knows how to prioritize. That, alone, is a strong measure of her character.

It also establishes that Carol isn’t going to deal with these challenges alone. She accepts help from the likes of Rhodes, Tony Stark, and her long-time friend, Jessica “Spider-Woman” Drew. She doesn’t always accept it immediately, but she does accept it in the spirit of finding answers.

That’s not to say she does so without an attitude. She’s still Carol Danvers. She has an attitude, regardless of what’s going on with her powers and reputation. She may lose her strength, but she doesn’t lose her edge. Thompson makes it a point to demonstrate that on many occasions and not all of them involve a shirtless James Rhodes.

There’s a bigger mystery at work and it’s not just about Carol’s powers. There are issues surrounding the tentacle monster that Carol fought, as well as the recent appearance of Star. Some of those issues are explored more than others, but they all seem to have a common link.

Carol is still trying to be the same Carol she’s always been, but that’s just not possible anymore. She’s half-Kree. She knows this and now the entire world knows this. In a perfect world, that wouldn’t matter. She would still be the same person she’s always been and the people who adore her would just shrug it off.

However, the Marvel Universe is not a perfect world. It may have Deadpool and Squirrel Girl, but it’s far from perfect. People are still paranoid and untrusting for all the wrong reasons. It’s the same world that takes J. Jonah Jameson seriously. It has many flaws and they do put a strain on Carol’s efforts.

That’s what helps give “Captain Marvel #9” the necessary impact. Carol doesn’t lament or whine about the declining state of her powers, but she does show moments of frustration. It’s a fitting reminder that she still has a human side. It still bothers her when a part of her identity is taken because the public is uncomfortable with her heritage. It also bothers her that a new hero is in town to show her up in her weakened state.

She could whine about it like a teenage Peter Parker. She could use it as an excuse to be an asshole to her friends, as well. Plenty of other A-list superheroes have made similar excuses for less valid reasons. That’s not what she does, though. Thompson and Carnero don’t let Carol fall into that same trap. It’s a reflection of the kind of hero she is.

Beyond just providing Carol with a test of character, “Captain Marvel #9” also deepens the mystery surrounding her new Kree heritage. There are a few unexpected twists that add both complications and intrigue. For a story that could’ve easily become a predictable diatribe about a hero losing their powers, it’s both relieving and refreshing.

If nothing else, “Captain Marvel #9” proves that Carol Danvers has the character of a hero, regardless of superpowers or public perception. Having all those traits and still finding time to get sexy with James Rhodes further affirms that she deserves our admiration and respect.

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Sex Robots And Sexy Short Stories: A (Big) Response And New Ideas

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Whenever I write one of my Sexy Short Stories, I do so not knowing whether it’ll resonate with audiences. Like any other media or genre, it really is a crap shoot. You have no idea what’s going to hit and most of the time, the stuff you think will hit ends up missing.

Well, in the past couple days, I’m dealing with the biggest hit I’ve had since I started writing these Sexy Short Stories. Fittingly enough, it’s all thanks to sex robots.

It’s kind of fitting. I write articles about them. Now, my most successful short story in terms of traffic and upvotes on Reddit is built around them. To date, I’ve written three short stories involving sex robots.

Eva One’s First Test

Adam One’s First Test

My First Sex Robot

Just this past week, “My First Sex Robot” became the most successful to date. It received over 60 upvotes on Reddit and garnered more positive comments than any other story to date. On top of that, I got a considerable spike in traffic on this website, thanks to that story.

I don’t know if it’s just timing or a fluke, but there seems to be a market and an appetite for stories featuring sex robots. Since writing sexy short stories is one of my passions, I’d like to fill that need.

With that in mind, I’d like to use this opportunity to solicit input. Sex robots are an emerging technology. It’s something that most still see as curiosity or a peculiarity. I suspect they’re going to be much more than that in the coming years. I’d like to get ahead of that curve, as much as possible.

To do so, there are many questions to contemplate. This is a new technology and an emerging genre. What do you, the readers, want in a story about sex robots? I’m not just talking about sex robots being a minor plot detail. What kind of story do you want to read when sex robots are the center of the story?

Do you want to read a story that’s told completely from the point of view of the sex robot?

Do you want to read about how people and users react to sex robots?

Do you want to read about the emotional connections that these robots form with their lovers?

Do you want to read about new and unique sex acts that are only possible with a sex robot?

Do you to read about the artificial intelligence aspect of sex robots?

Do you want to read about how sex robots change or subvert romance?

Do you want to read about robots falling in love when they’re not supposed to?

I’m sure I’m missing a few questions, but that’s exactly why I’m making this post. Please, if you can, take the time to let me know what kind of stories you want me to write on this topic. I’ve already got a few other stories in the works, but I’d like to focus more on sex robots for future stories. I want to see if I can break new ground in this genre.

To those who helped make “My First Sex Robot” such an unexpected success, I thank you. Now, let’s build on it!

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Good Sexting Edition

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Sexting tends to get a bad rap and for good reason. Whether you call it sexting or sexy texting, there’s an inherent risk to transmitting your sexiest data through the dense web of connections that make up the internet. You don’t have to look far to find a sexting scandal, especially if it involves teenagers or a congressperson.

At times, it feels like a full-blown moral panic. Like most moral panics, though, the danger is mostly in the headlines. The truth is often less lurid than we’re led to believe, but on the issue of sexting, I believe there’s an intimacy that goes beyond the scandals.

We live in an increasingly connected world. More and more people build their lives around their smartphones. You can have opinions on whether or not that’s a good thing, but like it or not, this is how people are communicating. This is just one of the many ways they exchange intimacy. It doesn’t have to be scandalous. It can be as sincere is giving someone a gift.

If you’re a decent, consenting adult sharing intimate words or images, then sexting isn’t much different from dirty phone calls. For couples who can’t always be close enough to get frisky, it can provide a level of intimacy that wasn’t possible until recently. For this round of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts, I’d like to celebrate the positive side of sexting. It is there. You just have to look beyond the scandal. Enjoy!


“A good partner knows how to earn an orgasm, but a good lover knows how to give one.”


“If a date is basically an oral exam, then quality lovemaking counts as a A-plus.”


“Genital piercings say as much about the people who like them as they do about the people who get them.”


“Being rich and beautiful will give you options in matters of sex, but it cannot give you prowess.”


“There’s a good chance that you exist because one of your ancestors was a slut.”


“Winning isn’t everything, but it’s considerably harder to get laid when you lose.”


“A mistress is a basically a prostitute that someone convinces to work for free.”


Again, and I wish I didn’t have to make this disclaimer, but sexting does carry risks. Doing it with someone you don’t trust is like having unsafe sex. It can have major consequences for you and all your future lovers. When done right, it can convey intimacy at a distance. With that, I urge any one who sends sexy texts to be safe, smart, and loving.

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