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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Frisky Gestures Edition

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There are all sorts of gestures we use to convey love, lust, and everything in between. Sometimes, it’s a simple kiss on the cheek. Other times, it’s more elaborate. You break out the candles, put rose petals on the bed, and play every Barry White song ever made. Both help communicate our romantic sentiments. Some just require more planning than others.

In between those two elaborate gestures, though, is something that’s more subtle, but more impactful. You tend to see it a lot with newlyweds or couples who have just fallen in love. They get a little frisky with one another, often in stealthy ways that they try to hide. They don’t always try very hard, but it sends the same message.

Whether it’s slipping your hand into your lover’s back pocket or copping a feel in public, it’s a powerful display. Not everyone appreciates it, but as someone who once dated a girl who enjoyed public friskiness more than most, I find it uniquely endearing. It’s not overly elaborate, but it’s not overly bland either. A frisky gesture is definitely more meaningful than a peck on the cheek.

Whenever I meet the love of my life, I hope she enjoys those frisky gestures as much as I do. I don’t mind letting the public know that I love someone. I hope my future wife feels the same. Whether you just met someone or have been married for several decades, I hope there’s always room for those frisky gestures. Perhaps this round of Sexy Sunday Thoughts will help inspire a few. Enjoy!


“Trying to pee with morning wood is like trying to sleep while on a cocaine bender.”


“For men, it’s very likely that a blowjob is historically the most popular gift of all time.”


“Wherever there are horny people and free time, porn is an inevitability.”


“The quality of lovemaking is directly proportional to the amount of profanity it evokes.”


“Are procrastinators who suffer from premature ejaculation hypocrites by default?”


“Pragmatically speaking, a slut has to be good at multitasking to a certain extent.”


“Drunk sex is like drunk driving in that it can be done, but tends to incur danger, damage, and plenty of long term regret.”


Regardless of how you feel about public displays of affection, it never hurts to remind your lover how much you still love them. A frisky gesture is just one of many ways to get that point across. It can be as tactful or overt as you want it to be. Just be careful about doing it during holiday dinners. There is such a thing as being too frisky in certain circumstances.

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“Fun And Games” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about fun, games, and thrill sex. That’s a potent combination, if ever there was one. It’s not based on a true story or anything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some especially adventurous lovers have tried something like this at some point. If you haven’t, then maybe this will inspire you. Enjoy!

For some people, marrying the love of their life and settling down meant the same thing. They’d had their fun. They’d gone on all their wild intimate adventures. Now, they needed to slow things down, build a life together, and settle for a more stable kind of intimacy.

For Jaylan Peppers and the love of his life, Helena Baylee-Peppers, that kind of mundane marriage just wasn’t going to work for them. He knew he’d bucked the trend when he asked Helena to marry him just a couple years after high school. His friends thought he was crazy, passing up his time a young 20-something bachelor. If they had known how he and Helena chose to approach their marriage, they’d have told him he should’ve proposed earlier.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, Helena,” said Daisy Roth, her mother’s best friend and a woman of considerable influence. “This fundraiser is another success that puts others like it to shame.”

“You know me, Mrs. Roth. I like to raise the bar whenever I can,” Helena replied, sounding as professional as ever.

“Please, call me Daisy,” the older woman said. “You’ve more than earned that right. Keep raising the bar and you’ll be on my husband’s short list for the Christmas party this year!”

“I appreciate that, but he may have to get in line. Jefferson Omar is already trying to work me into his holiday plans and he’s not alone.”

“Then, he’d better brace himself because he knows I have deeper pockets and better connections!”

The two women laughed. Daisy then hugged Helena with an enthusiasm that Jaylan had come to expect. His wife had a profound effect on people. She was just that charismatic, but even her best clients only knew part of what made her amazing.

The same could be said for everyone else at the Merit Hall Fundraiser, by far the biggest social event of the summer. It was where the biggest companies in urban development met with planners from the state to rub elbows, make deals, and secure partnerships. Helena, being an event planner for her father’s entertainment company, had spent the past several years establishing herself as the woman they wanted to organize such events. Time and again, she delivered.

Jaylan did his part to help. He worked the human resources department at a prominent company that his best friend’s family had started. While Helena was the beautiful face and the visionary force behind every spectacle, he helped provide the logistics. It didn’t just help him grow in his career, although that was a nice bonus. It also gave him a front-row seat whenever the woman he loved worked her magic.

No matter what event she attended, Helena found a way to steal the show. On top of being drop-dead beautiful by almost every objective measure, she often wore stunning attire, which she got custom-made by her fashion-savvy sister. At an event where most of the women were in pantsuits and sheath dresses, Helena wore a low-cut skirt that perfectly hugged her hips and an embroidered blouse that prominently showed off her ample breasts. More than one man at the event expressed his appreciation.

It was so sexy, but not at all trashy. Helena always carried herself with an elegance that perfectly complemented her beauty. She was someone that a man wanted to kiss, respect, sleep with, and marry, albeit not necessarily in that order.

“Do you ever get tired of having people wrapped around your finger?” Jaylan asked her as he stood by her side, his arm casually draped around her waist.

“How can I get tired of it when it’s so useful?” she said, casting him a curt grin. “It makes my job so much easier. It also makes for great bonuses…such as a three-night, all-expenses-paid stay at Wilbert Rossdale’s luxury resort next weekend.”

“Trust me. I haven’t forgotten about that,” Jaylan said with a wide grin. “I’ve already packed my bags.”

“Well, don’t pack too much. That resort is known for being remote, private, and very accommodating to certain adult activities.”

Her voice quickly took on a deeper, more sensual undertone. She also leaned in closer, clinging to his arm and casting him that loving gaze that always made his heart skip a beat. On top of that, she’d left the top button of her blouse undone, exposing not-insignificant part of her cleavage. It made his heart beat even faster while also diverging the flow blood towards his lower body.

“You know, sometimes you’re almost too charismatic,” said Jaylan.

“Almost,” Helena quipped playfully.

“You work so hard to be this good at your job, but you work just as hard to have fun and enjoy the fruits of your labor. It’s nothing short of amazing!”

“Don’t give me too much credit, my love. None of this would be possible if you didn’t do your part as well. Even before we got together, you took my wild ideas and made them real.”

“They weren’t wild. Just challenging,” he pointed out.

“And your humility about it never fails to turn me on,” Helena said, her sexy undertone intensifying.

She was really testing his ability to maintain his poise during a crowded fundraiser. As Jaylan looked out over the crowd, smiling at the guests as they enjoyed the festivities she’d helped organize, he felt her hand slip into his back pocket. At first, it was just playful affection. Then, she gave his butt a firm squeeze and suddenly, everything got more serious.

He shifted briefly, trying to hide his reaction as a couple of prominent clients from the state walked by and showed their gratitude. He must have looked half-drunk from all the complementary champagne. However, the only intoxication he felt came courtesy of Helena’s unique approach to sexiness. The way she incorporated it into their love life ensured that even a professional environment couldn’t contain their passion.

“You’re not the first one to compliment my capabilities,” Helena said, still squeezing his butt.

“We’re still talking about your job, right?” Jaylan said with a half-grin.

“Since I was a kid, I always strived to be extra passionate about the things I do,” she went on. “Whether it’s planning big events or the karaoke contest I signed up for in middle school, I try to go the extra mile.”

“And it pays off. You won that contest, if I recall,” he noted.

“And big reason why is I had fun with it. Yes, it was hard work, but I found ways to really enjoy the process, every step of the way. It’s something my mother, rest her soul, taught me while watching my father toil at his company all these years. If you’re going to put effort into anything, then don’t just treat it like work. Make it a game! Dare to be daring!”

“Your mother was a wise woman,” said Jaylan.

“She also knew how to remind my dad that it’s okay to have fun,” Helena said, now whispering into her ear. “It’s even okay to be a little naughty, from time to time.”

There was nothing subtle about her words or the tone she used to say them. Even if she weren’t squeezing his butt repeatedly through his overpriced dress pants, Jaylan knew what she was trying to do. It once again reminded him of the kind of woman he married.

Helena worked hard at everything she did and looked great doing it every step of the way. However, one of her most endearing – and her kinkiest, for that matter – was how she squeezed in some fun along the way. She wasn’t just the kind of woman who would sneak in a kiss or two if their paths crossed during a planning session. Helena was the kind of woman who would take her lover by the arm, lead him into the nearest utility closet, and give him oral sex in the middle of a lunch break.

She enjoyed mixing work and play, which was part of how she commanded such dedication and loyalty from everyone around her. However, she loved mixing a little extra passion whenever she could. Helena did not believe that such moments should be reserved for vacations, getaways, or date nights. If she was going to express her love for someone, then she was going to do it on her terms.

Few men could handle that kind of passion. He was among the elite few and among those few, he’d been the only one to capture Helena’s heart to the point where she agreed to marry him and during a conference in Dayton, no less. That passion helped turn him from just some other guy doing logistics to someone who effected real change in the world. It was more than enough to make him want Helena in ways that went beyond their wedding vows.

“Are you sure about your timing?” Jaylan asked under his breath, still standing with her as though they were just another couple. “They just finished serving dinner. It won’t be long before people start making speeches. And trust me, they’re going to lavishly praise you.”

“I know,” she said curtly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll have time. And if you doubt my confidence, then maybe this will convince you.”

She had him in the palm of her hand and she took full advantage of it. While Jaylan kept trying to maintain his demeanor amidst the crowd, his charismatic wife latched onto his arm and guided his hand behind her back. From there, he directed him down her back and over her shapely butt. His heart raced faster and his mouth went dry, the feeling of her feminine curves adding fuel to the passion she’d so skillfully inspired.

Just when it seemed the teasing got excessive, he felt something else through the soft fabric of his love’s tight-fitting skirt. At first, he thought he was just fantasizing. Then, he remembered that fantasy and reality often blurred around his playful wife.

“Helena…are you not wearing any panties beneath that skirt?” Jaylan asked, as though it were a standard inquiry.

“Hmm,” she said, pretending to think about it, “you know, I might have ditched them an hour ago when I ran out to my car to pick up a file…or I just didn’t bother with panties in the first place. After all, they just get in they way of our little fun.”

As if to remove all level of doubt, she tactfully directed his hand up her skirt. His suspicions were quickly confirmed. Helena, despite standing in a crowded room during a high-end fundraiser, wasn’t wearing any panties. He could feel the exposed features of her womanhood with his hand. On top of that, he sensed she was very wet. Hard work and successful results had a way of turning her on like that.

At that moment, Jaylan stopped trying to make sense of his wife’s playful personality. She’d worked hard and so had he. They’d accomplished great things tonight. Now, in the midst of all their hard work, he was going to make love to her.

“There’s a service elevator that goes right to the second level of the parking garage,” he whispered to her in his manliest voice. “It’s closed off. Nobody will be down there until the night is over.”

“Then, that’s where we better be in the next five minutes!” Helena replied.

“Does that mean we’re making this another one of our games?”

“Babe, the game started before my panties came off!”

It didn’t matter that they were both working. They had an opportunity for some sexy games and they were going to take advantage of it. Jaylan learned early in their relationship that Helena enjoyed balancing work with fun. It was a game to her and one that few could keep up with. Once again, he was among the few.

The game was on and he made the first move. After promptly removing his hand from under her dress, he latched onto his wife’s arm and led her away from the north corner where they’d been lingering. There were still dozens of wealthy, influential people moving about, congregating around the buffet tables to get one last helping for dinner. He and Helena were hungry too, but not for food.

“Excuse me. Pardon us,” Jaylan said as they navigated the northwest hall. “We have a serious matter to tend to.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Peppers,” greeted Michael Dwyer, a prominent businessman who knew them well, “what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, Michael!” Helena assured. “Something just came up, but don’t worry! My husband will help me take care of it.”

He didn’t get a chance to ask for details. He and Helena had already cleared most of the crowd. Some still turned to greet them, but as far as they knew, there was nothing major going on. For all they knew, they were just heading outside to take an important phone call. They had no idea what kind of games he and Helena were about to play.

After passing by the restrooms, they slipped through utility door and down a vacant hallway. They could still hear the noise from the fundraiser through the thick walls, but with each step they took, it got fainter and quieter. As they neared the utility elevator, Helena grew bolder, latching onto his arm and pawing his chest through his dress shirt.

“I’m so hot for you right now,” she said intently. “We haven’t had sex in too long.”

“Helena…we had sex in the shower two days ago,” Jaylan reminded her.

“I stand by my statement.”

She leaned in again and kissed down his clean-shaven neck, giving his earlobes a slight nibble along the way. She knew how much that drove him wild. Already, his pants felt uncomfortably tight. He embraced her closer, trailing his hand up her hips, enchanted by the idea that only a thin skirt separated his skin from hers.

“The elevator!” Jaylan said with more urgency.

With his love still all over him, they practically sprinted to the elevator. He pushed the button at least a dozen times, urging the machinery to work faster. As soon as the door opened, she practically shoved him inside. From there, it only got hotter.

“Going down?” he said.

“Love your choice of words, babe!” Helena quipped.

That sexy glint in her eyes only got more pronounced as the doors closed behind her and the noise from the fundraiser completely disappeared. Now finally in an enclosed area, she stepped up her passionate gestures, kissing him hungrily on the lips while undoing his belt. He returned the feeling every step of the way, twirling his tongue with hers as he hungrily gripped her thighs and skillfully snaked his hands up her skirt.

She was even hotter than she claimed. He could feel the moist heat radiating between her legs, her exposed womanhood emanating with unspoken desire. She craved his intimate touch every bit as much as he craved hers. After loosening his belt and pants, she further stoked that craving, reaching into his pants and feeling his member swell rapidly under her touch.

“So big and hard,” Helena purred. “You really want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, my sexy…adventurous wife,” he said without hesitation. “I want you so bad.”

“We’ve both worked so hard and achieved so much this week,” she noted. “What we want…we’ve earned!”

Shortly after saying those words, the elevator stopped at the second level parking garage. Almost immediately, they slipped out into the dark, dingy area. Just as Jaylan hoped, it was empty. There were a bunch of empty crates and hauling gear, which had been used by his staff to set up all the tables. With so much going on in the main ballroom, they had all the privacy they needed to enjoy their well-earned fun.

“Over here!” Jaylan said, guiding her to a small nook near the locked gate.

“Dark, secluded, and bold…now I’m really glad I ditched the panties!” said Helena.

Their brief journey ended. Jaylan and his love arrived at the dingy, concrete wall next to the gate. From there, stronger passions took hold.

Helena made the first move, grabbing him by the shoulders and kissing him hard on the lips, further affirming the extent of her desire. As he tasted her luscious lips, she pinned him back against the wall, pushed his pants down to his ankles, and dropped to her knees where she came face-to-face with his semi-hard dick.

“Looks like you should’ve ditched the briefs today,” Helena teased as she gripped the base of his shaft.

“Hindsight can be…uncomfortable,” Jaylan said.

“Guess it pays to be proactive. Allow me to demonstrate!”

She stepped up her game and, without a doubt, she was ahead. Like the adventurous, sexy woman he married, she hungrily engulfed his member with her lips and tongue. She then proceeded to give him the kind of intense, urgent oral sex she knew he loved. At the same time, she used her lack of panties to her advantage, fingering her pussy every step of the way.

“Damn, Helena!” Jaylan grunted under the weight of such feeling and spectacle. “You are one…cunning…minx!”

She flashed him a seductive grin, as if to reinforce that she was winning in their sexy game. He had a lot of catching up to do, but for the moment, he just enjoyed the fruits of her blowjob skills.

She was hard and fast with her efforts, sending shivers of bliss coursing up through his body. Jaylan leaned back against the wall, his legs turning to jelly under the weight of the feeling. However, he didn’t once lose focus. He maintained his passionate gaze on his sexy wife, making it clear to her that he intended to play her game as well. It was just a matter of making the right move at the right time.

That time arrived quickly. Helena’s oral sex skills did the trick, getting him fully aroused and very hard, despite the dingy surroundings. Knowing she was still very moist and was perfectly capable of bringing herself to orgasm on her own, Jaylan decided to take the initiative.

“Helena…my darling?” he asked in a coaxing tone as he caressed the side of her head.

“Mmm…yes, my love?” Helena replied after giving his member one last thorough lick.

“Now, it’s my turn!”

With the same initiative that made him so good at managing logsitics, he took his lover by the arms and pulled her back into a standing position. He then turned her around and pinned her up against the stone wall, her back slightly bent so that her heart-shaped butt was pointed right against them.

She offered no resistance. She even squealed in delight, wiggling her hips a little, as if to invite him to enter her world. He gladly accepted, pushing up her skirt to reveal her exposed butt and pussy. He even licked his fingers and rubbed her folds a bit, just to make sure she was still wet. He could feel the sensual eagerness in her body.

“Jaylan…please!” she begged him with a pleading look in her eye.

Jaylan grinned triumphantly. Now, he was winning the game and he intended to widen his lead. Positioning himself behind his horny wife, he aligned his rigid manhood with her moist entrance. Just before he entered her, though, he leaned over and whispered into her ear.

“It’s on!” he said.

At that moment, Jaylan thrust his hips forward and entered her. They both let out deep gasps that filled the darkened area. The hot sensations of their intimate union flowed between them. Warm feminine depths embraced hard male flesh. Together, they absorbed the feeling, but Jaylan made sure he set the tone.

“Helena…ohh Helena! Ohhh you’re so hot!” he moaned out.

“Yes! Oh yes! Do it to me, my love! Do it!” Helena urged.

Encouraged and impassioned, Jaylan established a vigorous sexual rhythm, working his hips and rocking their bodies in an intimate harmony. It was more heated than usual. Doing it outside a bedroom often required a sense of urgency. Doing it in the middle of a major work event added even more, but that only raised the stakes of their sexy games.

Helena never failed to play her part. As their bodies rocked, she leaned up against the wall harder, turning her head and drawing him into an intimate kiss as they humped. Not one to fall behind, Jaylan threw in some tricks of his own, reaching around and undoing the top part of her blouse so that her ample breasts popped free. The feeling of those fleshy mounds in both hands as he fucked her further added to the feeling.

“Mmm…like that, my love? You want it like that?” Jaylan said with his manliest grunts.

“Yes! Just like that!” she exclaimed. “Keep doing it…and you might just make me come!”

“Might, you say?”

Taking that as a challenge, Jaylan made another move, releasing one hand from her swaying breasts and reaching between her legs to fondle her clitoris. It was his way of pulling out all the stops, showing that he could still please his love, even when she tried to get the jump on him. If her reaction were any indication, he got the point across.

“Ohhh Jaylan!” she cried out.

It was music to his ears. It didn’t matter that it echoed throughout the parking garage, their sweaty musk mixing with the dank ambience. If anything, that encouraged them. It was his and Helena’s way of proving that their passion could navigate any environment, no matter the circumstances.

They once again proved the power of that passion. After some skilled stimulation with his fingers, combined with the rapid thrusting of his hips, he had Helena on the brink of orgasm. Jaylan knew his wife well enough to sense the signs. She was always so theatrical when she climaxed. She once said she couldn’t fake an orgasm to save her life. That meant when it came to winning their sexy games, there was little ambiguity.

“Jaylan…my love…you win!” his beautiful wife finally gasped.

With that proclamation, the sexy, fun-loving woman he’d so eagerly married achieved orgasm. He felt her inner muscles contract around his manhood, throbbing hard in accord with her sensual release. Jaylan tightened his intimate hold on her, listening to her euphoric cries. Within the darkened garage, they echoed so beautifully. It was like every intimate noise had been amplified. He loved every sweet second of it.

Jaylan gladly let his wife enjoy her orgasm, leaning in closer and kissing her neck through each intimate gasp. He even ceased his thrusting, just enjoying the hot feeling of her womanly flesh around his manhood. He barely realized that he hadn’t climaxed himself. Just listening to Helena’s orgasmic cries was rewarding enough.

However, she certainly hadn’t forgotten. She made that abundantly clear the moment he withdrew from her.

“Jaylan…” she said breathlessly.

“Yes, my love?” Jaylan replied.

“The game’s not over!”

Before he could say another word, his charismatic wife took over once more. She quickly turned around, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pinned him back against the wall, his rigid member still fully erect and now dripping in her feminine juices. Jaylan barely had time to catch his breath or even loosen his dress shirt. That didn’t stop Helena from making her move.

“Now, you’re going to get yours…even if I have to cheat a little!” she said with a mischievous grin.

Again, she didn’t give him time to react. She just dropped to her knees again, removed her blouse and bra completely, and used those large natural breasts of hers to surround his cock in their fleshy warmth. Using the lingering fluid on his dick to her advantage, she started tit-fucking him with the same intensity as he’d fucked her.

“Ooh Helena! That’s…not fair,” said Jaylan through grunts of delight.

“I know,” she said playfully.

Up and down, with little resistance, she worked his member between her breasts. She wasn’t too fast or too rough. She knew just how to draw him to that special threshold from which there was no return. It really was the sexual equivalent of a cheat code because he soon found himself ready to pop his load.

“Helena…I’m about to…come!” he grunted.

“I’m ready, my love,” Helena said eagerly.

The feeling finally hit. When that hot surged shot through him, Jaylan threw his head back and gasped, bumping it right against the concrete in the process. He barely felt that part, though. The ecstasy that followed did plenty to overshadow it.

Like a spark igniting a fire, his orgasmic release consumed him. His manhood still firmly lodged between his breasts, he released a thick load of his fluid. Most of it splattered right on his lover’s chin and cleavage. She even managed to catch some of it in her mouth, another trick she knew turned him on to no end. She also used those breasts of hers to milk him for every last drop, making sure none went to waste. When it came to sexy games, she left nothing to chance.

“Okay…I think it’s a tie, now,” Jaylan said in his orgasmic daze.

“Only a tie?” Helena teased as she licked her lips clean of his fluid.

“For now,” he told her. “Some games…need an intermission.”

His playful wife laughed as she lingered on her knees until his sexual release was complete. Eventually, she returned to her feet, grabbing her discarded blouse and bra in the process. She already looked eager to get back to work, albeit with a glowing demeanor. Jaylan felt he might need a minute or several, if only to get dress and smooth out his shirt.

Helena gave him all the time he needed, even kissing him on the cheek and embracing him until the strength returned to his legs. Even after raucous, sexy games, she was still the same loving woman he married. Not many men could claim they married a woman who was so skilled at mixing work with sexy games. As he pulled up his pants, still smiling ear-to-ear, he thanked whatever higher power there was that he was one of them.

 

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy (And Non-Sexy) Snuggling

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In the world of romance, the act of snuggling has a mixed reputation and for good reason. It’s simple. It’s not always sexy. At times, it can be downright bland. It sounds like the kind of weak romantic gestures that your parents or grandparents would do. When you’re intensely in love with someone, it just doesn’t seem sufficient.

While I understand that sentiment, I strongly disagree with the negative connotations that snuggling sometimes gets. It’s not just for parents and couples who just don’t have the energy to make love like horny teenagers anymore. I believe it can be a very romantic and surprisingly intimate aspect of a good love story.

I concede that snuggling is basic. It’s something you can do with your clothes on. You can even do it in public and not get arrested for it. There’s not a whole lot of variation. You can just lean in close to one another, hug each other, or rest your head on their shoulder or chest. It’s rarely that elaborate, but it doesn’t have to be. That’s where the true power of snuggling lies.

It’s one of those things that, if you’re with someone you really love, doesn’t require some grand gesture to get the point across. If you’re at a point in your relationship where you can convey how much you love someone with a simple gesture, then you’ve got yourself a pretty solid romance. It tends to show most prominently in snuggling. That’s why I’m more than happy to make it the subject of a Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

There’s a time for intense moments of passion.

There’s a time for space, solitude, and contemplation.

There’s a time for intensely dramatic exchanges.

This is not one of those times.

Right now, I seek only your loving warmth. My body isn’t cold, but I still shiver. I have a desire to share in our love, but lack the energy to express it in a grand, romantic gesture. What I seek is neither spectacle nor grand. Sometimes, the simplest kind of love is all I need.

I move in closer.

I curl up next to you.

I let the heat of our bodies mix and meld.

Together, we snuggle in a shared moment of contentment. Our bodies touch and our spirits become entwined, but we need not escalate the feeling beyond the raw basics. There’s plenty of warmth, but no burning heat. Every gesture is soft and subtle, but the meaning is still great in scale.

A little warmth hints at fiery passion.

A light touch teases intense desire.

A bit of contentment preludes immense ecstasy.

We both feel it, whether awake or asleep. As we hold one another in ways both slight and strong, our love becomes real. It manifests in a basic, tangible. We can feel it and sense it, the breadth of our love. No words are necessary. A simple touch and a loving glance tells the whole story.

In that tale of love and passion, we’ve already succeeded. We went on a journey and made it to the end. The greatest fruits are there, but appetites aren’t always that great. If making love is a feast, then a simple snuggle is a wondrous treat.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Fancy Bed Edition

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A lot of sexy moments occur on beds. Most people wouldn’t argue that. They are the site of our most basic romantic moments. They’re like dishes on which we eat a fancy meal or the batter from which we make a cake. If you’re passionate and/or horny enough, the type of bed doesn’t matter. You and your lover will find a way to make it work.

However, if you have a chance to enjoy a big, fancy bed with your love, then I urge you to take advantage of that. It’s a subtle, but underrated comfort that helps make those romantic moments even better. I’m not just talking about one of those big, California King sized beds. I’m talking about the kind that you can’t find outside a four-star hotel.

Years ago, I attended a wedding at this incredibly upscale hotel. I don’t remember what kind of beds this place had, but they must have been crafted by angels because they felt like clouds from Heaven. I cannot put into words how comfortable this bed was. Even though it was freezing cold outside at the time, I never slept sounder.

If you ever have a chance to spend the night on one of these beds, I encourage you to do so. If you have a chance to get cozy on one with a lover, then definitely take advantage of it. You may not think that a fancy bed can make that much of a difference, but I doubt you’ll think that way after you try one. Think of that and these Sexy Sunday Thoughts when you find out for yourself. Enjoy!


“Power isn’t always an aphrodisiac, but it does allow people to be honest about how kinky they are.”


“The quality of a date is directly proportional to the likelihood of getting naked with someone.”


“An awkward boner is only as awkward as who sees it and when they notice it.”


“Someone who shows off a naturally sexy ass is only redundancy that we widely celebrate.”


“We literally owe our lives to whatever made our parents horny.”


“An ugly person who gets laid once is more impressive than an attractive person who gets laid regularly.”


“Before computers were invented, impotence was the only true software error in existence.”


Beds are an important part of our lives, but they often go overlooked and underappreciated. We spend half our lives sleeping on them. A lot of us were conceived on them. For the most part, a bed only has to be functional. However, like most types of common furniture, there’s a premium side to beds. If you ever have a chance to sleep or make love on one, take advantage of it. You’ll be glad you did.

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“Testing King” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring A Male Sex Robot)

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The following is another sexy short story featuring sex robots and is a direct follow-up to “Testing Serenity.” I got a fairly positive response from that story. If I get an equal or greater response for this one, I’ll consider expanding it even more. If you have any feedback or ideas you’d like to share, please do so in the comments. Thanks and enjoy!

Not long ago, the act of satisfying a woman was subject to endless theories, tricks, techniques, and taboos. Men often obsessed over it while women agonized over it. Many people thought they knew how to go about it. Some of that knowledge was actually valid. However, there always seemed to be an intractable difference between lovers.

Men wanted to please their female partners.

Women wanted their male partners to please them every bit as much.

Neither seemed capable of communicating, let alone understanding, the process that went into a mutually satisfying experience.

That was exactly what Kelly Kyler worked to change. As a co-founder and lead tester of Ideal Companions – a rapidly-growing company in the emerging market for sex robots – she’d dedicated her life to bridging that intractable gap. Today marked another step in that arduous process.

“King Model 2.8, activate and run base protocol,” said Kelly in authoritative, yet excited voice.

She gave that command within a tightly controlled test area that she’d helped design. It was built like a typical hotel suite. In fact, much of the furnishings had come from a nearby hotel that had been renovating. The area included a king-sized bed with clean white sheets, a large dresser across from the bed, plush wall-to-wall red carpet, and a TV monitor on the wall. If anyone else had set foot inside it, they never would’ve known it was located in the sixth floor of Ideal Companion’s most secure testing lab.

The only indication that it involved something profound was the presence of a large, egg-shaped pod tin the corner of the room. It stood at nearly 7 feet tall and was hooked to a series of cables and mini-tanks. Through the glossy white surface, a humanoid figure was visible. The sound of her voice activated the various systems that had been integrated into the pod, feeding data, commands, and materials directly into the figure.

She could already see him moving inside and, if his shadowy outline were any indication, it was definitely a him. When he stood up and opened the pod’s main door, he stepped forward and approached her. There was little animation in his motions. He conducted himself as a robot. However, even with his robotic demeanor, his appearance and presence made one thing clear. This figure was a man…a tall, muscular, well-endowed man.

“Cognitive neural systems active,” he said in a deep, masculine tone. “Verifying base protocols. Verification complete.”

“Verify physiological and anatomical systems,” Kelly said with growing anticipation.

“Processing query. Verifying bodily systems and physiological configurations.”

His eyes flashed, briefly revealing that behind the imposing figure was a robot. Were it not for his eyes, a less informed woman only would’ve seen a naked man standing before her. Kelly had to be informed. His flashing eyes might have set him apart, but it was hardly the most notable aspect of his appearance.

While he processed the data, Kelly marveled at manly presence before her. The engineers and biotech team had once again outdone themselves. While the main structure of the man was that of a robot, his shell of synthetic flesh would be the first thing a user noticed. It looked, felt, and even smelled like real human skin. It had been molded, shaped, and appended to match the figure of a fit, attractive man.

He was not some hulking bodybuilder or Photoshopped fitness model. His muscle build, size, and stature were all perfectly proportional. His chest, torso, arms, and legs had just the right amount of build and definition. He was the kind of man who wouldn’t qualify as a male model, but could function perfectly in any female fantasy. He had the kind of beauty that didn’t seem impossible or unattainable.

That beauty extended to the wonderfully designed endowment that hung between his legs. Crafting a male penis that was just right in terms of size and aesthetics was one of the biggest challenges in the sex robot industry. Kelly had been on the front lines of those challenges and the results were already promising.

“I can already verify the ladies in the crafting department did a great job,” Kelly said as she admired it. “I hope that extends other functions.”

She grinned at the prospect of finding out. However, a sex robot with a functioning penis was not enough to ensure that that it could satisfy its female users. This latest model couldn’t just be a glorified giver of orgasms. He had to be a true companion.

“Processing complete,” he said. “All systems and configurations are operating at peak efficiency.”

“Good. That’s it for the easy part,” Kelly said. “Now, the real test can begin. Activate emotional core protocols. From here on out, designate identity as King.”

“Command confirmed. Activating emotion and self-identity protocols in 3…2…1.”

What happened next was like watching the genesis of a new being. In an instant, the male figure went from having a distinctly robotic disposition to carrying himself like a real human.

His eyes flashed again. His facial expression shifted erratically. He blinked several times, as though he had just come to a profound realization. He then glanced down at his hands, arms, and body. The vast volumes of data in his robot brain connected with the emotional processing matrix. It was a powerful moment in which processing data gained a whole new meaning.

“I am a man. I am a robot,” he said in a less robotic.

“Yes. Yes, you are,” said Kelly as she took a step closer.

“I think. I feel. I am…King,” he said, a slight smile forming on his face.

“Nice to meet you, King. My name is Kelly. I helped create you. Now, I’m here to welcome you…among other things.”

He took a few more moments to get a feel for his body, his feelings, and his sense of being. Then, he directed his attention towards her. As soon as Kelly felt his eyes on her, she saw his expression shift again. In doing so, he revealed that his emotional programming was working perfectly.

“Kelly,” King said as he gazed upon her. “Yes, I know that name. It has relevance to me…a deep relevance that extends beyond my data care.”

“That’s because knowing someone’s name is just a small part of a greater connection. Robot or man, you have the ability to forge those connections with your companion.”

“Connections…yes, the data surrounding that concept is relevant too. I can process it perfectly, but it is also something I desire.”

“That makes two of us,” said Kelly with a warm smile.

She stepped in closer, now just inches from his naked flesh. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Some of it was from his synthetic flesh, which was sustained largely by his robotic systems. That was necessary for any functioning machine. However, there was another aspect to that warmth that further built that emerging connection.

“Most people think they were born with a purpose,” Kelly said to him. “They’re rarely sure of what it is. It can’t just be that they were born because their parents willed it. They believe they were created with a greater purpose in mind.”

“I know my purpose,” said King. “It is written into my data.”

“I know. I helped code that data,” she went on. “You’re a companion, built to forge intimate bonds with heterosexual female users. Your body, your mind, and your emotions were created with this in mind. It’s just a matter of how well they work together.”

King paused for a moment, his eyes flashing again as he processed more data. To help aid him, Kelly reached out and lightly caressing his masculine sinews with her soft hands. Her touch triggered a reaction, one that prompted him to reach out and touch her as well.

With his powerful arms, he drew her into an embrace. With hands that were every bit as powerful, trailed his fingers down her face and gazed affectionately into her eyes. His emotional core was really working now. Data was no longer just data to him. Like a real man processing real emotions, feeling her presence affected him on an intimate level.

“My purpose…my desires,” King said in a more distant tone. “The distinction between the two seems increasingly irrelevant.”

“That counts as progress,” said Kelly while trailing her fingers down his arms. “Me feeling your strong, manly body against mine is another kind of progress…and an important kind, at that.”

“How so?” he asked.

“Because it’s the kind that makes me want a more intimate bond with you,” she told him, “specifically, a bond that requires me to be naked too.”

“Does that imply that I’m making you horny?” he asked with a slight grin.

“I see your understanding of humor has also progressed,” she quipped.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes,” Kelly said without hesitation. “That’s a very good thing.”

Kelly briefly broke the embrace and took a step back. Then, while he watched with his powerful gaze, processing a wealth of emotional data, she took off her clothes.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, opting to keep things simple with a pair of jeans, a pink halter top, and sandals. She didn’t even wear any sexy lace underwear, either. For the test to work effectively, she had to keep things simple with King. That still didn’t stop her from having a little fun, wiggling her hips as she slipped off her panties and casting the manly figure a seductive grin.

“You look good naked,” King said, grinning as well while she tossed her underwear aside.

“Thank you,” she replied as she playfully posed for him. “I know you have a lot of data about the female body, but trust me. Data is no substitute for experience.”

“No. It is not.”

For a brief moment, Kelly just stood before him, completely naked and quite comfortable in his presence. It gave King time to observe, scan, and appreciate her body. She felt his high-tech eyes scrutinize every inch of her exposed flesh. She even sensed him giving special scrutiny to her face, breasts, hips, and genitals. That was to be expected, given the nature of the test. However, it wasn’t just about testing King’s ability to analyze female anatomy.

As he took in her intimate form, she saw clear emotional undertones in his eyes. He wasn’t just scanning her to calculate the optimal strategy with which to pleasure her. That wasn’t her goal or his. King was not some elaborate sex toy. He was a companion. Robot or not, a companion couldn’t stop at simply scanning their lover’s body.

“Kelly Kyler,” he said upon finishing his scan.

“Yes, Mr. King?” she replied, her tone still playful and seductive.

“I’d like to touch you now,” he told her. “I’d also like to kiss you.”

“I’d like that too. But is that all you’d like to do with me?”

“No. There are many things I wish to do with you…things for which I have plenty of data, but limited experience.”

“That’s okay. That’s what I’m here for,” Kelly told him. “We both want similar things, but it all comes back to experience…a beautiful, shared experience.”

She took a step closer, temping him with her seductive gaze. King responded, taking a step closer as well and drawing her into a powerful embrace. This time, he played a more active role. He took the data he had on her, his purpose, and their shared desire and turned it into action.

It started with a soft, but focused kiss. His lips, forged with synthetic flesh and maintained by complex biological systems, were remarkably warm. The engineers had somehow captured the pure, wondrous taste of raw masculinity. It was more than enough to trigger more arousal, especially between her legs.

From the kiss, they each explored one another’s naked bodies. Kelly felt her way around his torso, marveling at the manly sinews that perfectly mirrored that of a fit man. King was more eager with his touching, fondling and caressing her womanly flesh. He gave special attention to her thighs, hips, buttocks, and breasts. Such intimate touching evolved into outright foreplay, further building her arousal and sending her into a sensual daze.

Despite his imposing form, he was remarkably gentle. Even when he rubbed her nipples, he was so careful and caring. His understanding of the female body and how to touch it showed. He wasn’t some awkward teenager fumbling around with a woman. He had all the necessary knowledge in his robot brain, but he also had an emotional cortex to give meaning to every touch.

Soon, those wishes he’d expressed earlier became more urgent. Kissing and touching her naked body was a good start. It was hardly sufficient for either of them. That meant the next part of the test could commence.

“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” Kelly said, breaking the kiss while holding onto his shoulders.

“So are you,” King said while caressing her cheek.

“You’re good at foreplay too. You’ve got me all hot and horny. I want to have sex now. I really, really want it.”

“I want that too,” he said, “although the intensity of your desire may require a revised recourse on my part.”

“I’m sure you’ve already processed every possible scenario,” Kelly said with a seductive tease. “Why don’t you carry me to the bed and show me.”

“I’d be happy to.”

He smiled at her with a smile that looked distinctly human. Most robots could mimic a smile, but it rarely looked natural. Sometimes, it even looked creepy. That was because most robots didn’t have an emotional core capable of giving meaning, affection, and passion to a moment. King had that and it showed in how he went about pursuing their mutual desires.

He took her in his arms again. He then made use of that robot strength of his, lifting her up in his arms with little strain. He proceeded to carry her across the room with the utmost care. When they arrived at the bed, he laid her down like a groom preparing his bride for the final consummation of their love. Beyond just being in the presence of an attractive man, it sent Kelly’s passions soaring as much as her arousal.

“My dear King,” she said to him, “so loving and affectionate.”

“That is what I feel. That is what I seek. That is what I want to share in our sex.”

He kissed her lips again, as if to belabor his intentions for her. Kelly got the message and kissed back. More foreplay followed. With her lying on her back and him on top of her, their naked bodies meshed together in an intimate heat. Her inner thighs were now soaked with moist arousal. King must have sensed that because he changed the direction of their foreplay.

“Lie back and relax,” he told her. “I’m going to give you oral sex. I want you to be fully aroused before we proceed to intercourse.”

“Mmm…that sounds so practical, yet so sexy,” Kelly said through her daze.

“It’s not just pragmatic. It’s necessary,” King said intently. “For me to fulfill my purpose…for us to share in this moment…our bodies and our desires must be in perfect harmony.”

That almost made too much sense. Only a man with a robot brain could’ve made it seem so obvious. Both humans and sex robots understood the value of shared arousal, but a robot companion like King was uniquely equipped to pursue it.

He followed both the data and his passions as he trailed his lips down her face, neck, and torso. With care and patience, he made his way down her body, tasting her and touching her naked skin with the utmost care. Kelly gasped and moaned, her anticipation escalating with each passing second.

Finally, he arrived at his destination. She eagerly parted her legs, spreading them wide and giving him an unobstructed path to her inner thighs. Without hesitation, King focused intently on her womanhood.

“You’re already so aroused,” he said while caressing her outer folds, “but there’s still room for more.”

King went to work proved his words right. Tapping into that intimate data in his system, he began eating her out. He was as gentle with lips and tongue as he was with his hand, stimulating her most sensitive areas with the utmost care. His knowledge of female anatomy definitely showed. Kelly felt sharp surge of hot sensations course through her body as he hit all the right nerves.

“Ooh King!” she moaned. “Yes! That feels good. That feels so…so good.”

Her jubilant moans encouraged him. Not losing his focus, he held onto her thighs and lifted her hips, allowing him to lick and probe her depths with surgical precision.

More hot sensations followed.

More arousal came with it.

More gleeful moans filled the room.

“Mmm…so good,” King said, his voice muffled by her inner thighs. “You taste…so good.”

Kelly writhed under the feelings he evoked. She grabbed the sheets of the bed, holding her legs apart and arching her back through every blissful wave. It was everything a capable lover could provide a woman, but more so. It was as though King had analyzed every possible datapoint on effective cunnilingus and incorporated it into his actions. Beyond just knowing where all the right spots were, there was an intensity to his actions. He wasn’t just going through the motions.

He wanted her to feel good.

He wanted her to feel desired.

Most importantly, he wanted to satisfy her.

That, alone, made him a capable companion. King could’ve passed the test on his oral sex skills alone. However, there was one last step to complete.

“King…please!” Kelly gasped in an effort to communicate her desire.

“Hmm…I sense you are ready for intercourse,” King said, looking up from her pussy.

“Yes! I’m so goddamn ready!” she said intently. “I want it! I want you!”

“Then, it is time that I get ready as well.”

He rose back into an upright position. Then, while propped up on his knees, his eyes flashed briefly again. Kelly could tell he was processing a new batch of data. Doing so had a very noticeable effect, especially between his legs.

In a process that clearly reminded her that King was still a robot, his penis became fully erect. Once again, she couldn’t help but marvel at the work of her engineers. One biologist claimed that King’s penis, composed of synthetic flesh and operated by a system of synthetic processes, might be the most efficient manifestation of male genitalia in history. Kelly would be the judge of that, as well as the first of many beneficiaries.

“Wow! I’d say you’re ready too,” she said as she playfully eyed his cock.

“It is a simple process, directing my male flesh into its necessary state,” King told her as he hovered over her. “However, much like experience, the mere operation of flesh is a means to an end. What we do with it…what we experience with it…that’s what gives it meaning.”

“So true…for human and robot alike.”

“Especially for a robot,” he said as he lovingly caressed her face, “for it is only with meaning that we can know true intimacy.”

His sentiment echoed with emotion. Robot or not, King had powerful feelings that drove him to make love to her. Knowing he had those feelings gave meaning to the experience for her, as well. As their naked bodies came together, she embraced her robot companion in a culmination of real intimacy.

Just like before, it started with a kiss. As their lips became entwined, King got on top of her in preparation for their fleshly union. He kept things simple, aligning their bodies in a simple missionary position. That was perfectly fine with Kelly. She spread her legs wider, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and awaited the final phase of the test.

It commenced with a simple thrust of his hips. In just one fluid motion, the handsome man in the form of a robot companion entered her. Their union was so wonderfully smooth, her womanly folds eagerly embracing his masculine flesh. A flood of new sensations coursed through her, feeling her with another surge of energy and exhilaration. More quickly followed as King started humping, moving his hips and building an intimate rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh King!” Kelly panted, clinging harder to his shoulders as she soaked in the feeling. “Ooh we’re doing it! We’re making love!”

“Yes! I feel it too,” said King with great intensity. “It’s…incredible!”

Those were the only coherent sentences that either of them got out from that point forward. Once King got a steady rhythm going, the experienced unfolded in a seamless succession of movements and gestures.

Two naked bodies moved together in a harmonious mantra.

The bed rocked, the sheets ruffled, and the walls reverberated with the many sounds of their sex.

They kissed, caressed, and embraced each other, conveying affection in accord with the pleasure.

Kelly savored every sensation. She also sensed King feeling something similar. He saw it in the way his expression contorted to the shared feeling. It was an important feature of a robot companion, having an ability to feel pleasure as well. Other companies had learned that lesson the hard way. Ideal Companions didn’t have to. Thanks to synthetic flesh and a robot brain capable of processing such feelings, King could also experience the joys of lovemaking like any deserving man.

It ensured that King didn’t just go through the motions or focus entirely on pleasing his companion. An important component of true intimacy was mutual satisfaction. For a user of a companion to feel satisfied, the robot had to know that feeling too. More importantly, he had to want and cherish it as well.

“Love…sex…passion,” King said through labored breaths. “Yes! I understand.”

Kelly replied with more pleasured moans and beaming smiles. He smiled back at her through his heated movements, sharing more kisses and sensual touching along the way. She felt both pleasure and affection. For many women, that was the difference between feeling satisfied and just getting off.

That difference really showed as Kelly neared her first orgasm. Usually, climaxing through simple, missionary style intercourse took more effort. She usually had to stimulate her clitoris or do something more elaborate. None of that was necessary with King. The path to ecstasy was simple, clear, and direct. When that feeling came within her grasp, she seized it with ease.

“Yes! Oh yes! I feel it too! I feel it!” she panted as the feeling approached. “Ohhhhh King!”

He briefly slowed his movements, keeping his hands on her hips and her eyes locked with his. He watched closely as Kelly achieved orgasm. She made sure she put on a good show.

Her eyes closed.

Her back arched.

Her toes curled.

It was a special kind of ecstasy, born of both intimacy and stimulation. It washed over her like a wave of blissful warmth. Time lost all meaning as she savored every moment. Her joy was obvious and apparent to anyone who saw, robot or otherwise. It sent a powerful message laced with critical data for King.

“Wow,” he said with awe.

Such astonishment was rarely associated with robots, but King was special. What he’d just done with her was special. Moreover, there was still plenty more of that special feeling to share.

“Kelly,” he said as she emerged from her orgasmic daze.

“Mmm…yes, King?” she said with a glowing smile.

“Would you like me to keep making love to you?” he asked, as though it were the most informal request possible.

“Yes! Please…keep doing it,” she said without hesitation. “This test should be thorough.”

He smiled, once again showing an understanding of humor that few robots could grasp. Not bound fatigue or traditional limits, he resumed his sexual movements from earlier. This time, Kelly played a more active role, if only to share in the blissful effort.

As King came to understand the intricacies and mechanics of lovemaking, the pace of their sex escalated. Movements became more urgent and gestures became more intense. Kelly helped mix up the style, leading King to make love in multiple positions that demonstrated a wealth of sexual verity.

Some were more effective than others. She sensed King really enjoyed doing it doggy style with her on all fours while he humped her from behind. He also seemed to appreciate cowgirl, mainly because it allowed him to fondle her breasts. Spooning proved somewhat clumsy, but he made up for it by using his soft hands to stimulate her clit from behind. He also had to slow down a few times, if only to help her catch her breath.

It led Kelly to even more orgasms. While she wasn’t as theatrical as she’d been with the first, she made it very clear that King was doing something right. He was making his lover come. That sense of awe soon evolved into a sense of exhilaration. In both his eyes and expression, she saw a special kind of ecstasy as well.

“This feeling…this moment…so powerful,” he said, his voice obscured by passion. “It feels so…”

He never finished that sentence, no matter how many times he said it. Kelly suspected that he was achieving some kind of orgasm as well. She remembered the engineers saying that the pleasure systems in male companions were tricky. They could mimic the orgasmic process in his brain and body, but the way it manifested was erratic.

There were a few technical reasons for that, but Kelly knew what a man looked like when he had an orgasm. Whatever form it took, it happened more than once for King. It allowed him to both share in the pleasure while continuing their sex. The test could not conclude until they were both satisfied.

“King…we’ve done it,” she said under her breath multiple times. “We’ve really done it this time!”

It referred to more than just their sex. What they achieved was something remarkable. For a robot, even one surrounded by synthetic flesh, to feel these sensations and experience such passion was a remarkable feat. Beyond raising the bar for robots and artificial intelligence, she and her team had created something that could share in the joys of progress.

Having long since lost track of time, Kelly didn’t know how many times she came or how long they made love. It only ended after one last climax that led to her collapsing on top of King in a blissful heap, so drained and satisfied that she could barley move. At that point, he didn’t need advanced sensors to know that he’d fulfilled his purpose. Even after their body movements ceased, he continued embracing her with tender care.

“We made love. We both came. It was a…powerful experience,” King said, his voice dazed by afterglow.

“Yes. Yes, it was,” Kelly said, still smiling widely as she rested her head on his chest.

“Are you satisfied, Kelly Kyler?” he asked. “Did I pass this test?”

“Yeah, you definitely passed,” she said without hesitation. “I feel so good…happy, satisfied, and loved. It’s everything you want in a great lover and a caring companion. I have a feeling you’re going to make a lot of lonely women very happy.”

“I look forward to that. Knowing I can fulfill my purpose so well gives me great certainty. Between the data and the feelings behind them, I hope to share that happiness.”

He cast her a smile as he lightly stroked her lower back. Kelly’s smile widened. She would’ve loved to spend the rest of the day enjoying the afterglow with King, but there were other tests to run and some had to be done fully clothed. On top of that, she and her tech team had to put King in sleep mode in preparation for his deployment. There were a lot of lonely women out there and they needed a companion.

“Trust me, King. There will be plenty of happiness to go around,” Kelly told him. “Thanks to companions like you, the horny women of this world will never go unsatisfied.”

“And the world will be better because of it,” King said, “but what of the lonely men? Will they have companions as well?”

“Of course they will!” she said with a humored laugh. “What do you think my husband is working on right now? And hopefully, his test went as well as mine!”

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Daily Sexy Musings: Subtle (Yet Sexy) Gestures

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There’s a time and place for big, romantic displays. Be they marriage proposals, anniversary presents, or Valentine’s Day gifts, there’s certainly a proper situation for that kind of spectacle. Being a romantic, I appreciate them more than most. I go out of my way to celebrate them in my novels and my sexy short stories.

As great as those displays can be, there’s something just as special about the subtle things. If you’ve ever been in love or in a serious relationship, you know what I’m talking about. It’s not some grand speech or some heart-warming display. It can be something as simple as a hug, a light kiss, or a slight caress. Whatever form it takes, it can convey more romantic sentiment than a thousand Valentine’s Day cards.

It’s something I think I notice more than most. Earlier this year, I saw a lot of it when I attended a wedding. The couple getting married weren’t the most theatrical with their love, but they had all these subtle gestures that told the story of their romance. Without getting into too many personal details, I can attest that it’s a hell of a story and one that no amount of words can tell.

I haven’t been in a relationship that serious to know what it’s like, but I hope to be in that position one day. I hope to meet someone who can take my hand and know everything I’m feeling, just through touch. It might seem melodramatic or clichéd, but it’s part of what makes love so powerful.

Having not experienced it directly, there’s only so much I can do to describe it. Keep that in mind with this Daily Sexy Musing. I can only contemplate what I’ve observed. To those lucky enough to feel it, I hope I did it justice.

It’s just a simple touch.

That’s what it looks like to the rest of the world. I stand next to you, take your hand in mine, and cast you a loving smile. It’s so mundane that nobody notices. Countless people walk by, not noticing the extent of what they see. To them, they just see two lovers, sharing a simple moment out in the open.

They have no idea how much meaning I impart.

They have no idea how much passion I convey.

They have no idea how much affection I share.

None of that matters because you know. In your eyes, I see the spark of understanding. You know why I’m saying without fancy words or elaborate displays. From the way I squeeze your hand to the way I lean into your warmth, you feel the intensity of my love. Like a hidden channel or a guarded secret, you have the key and you know how to use it.

In return, you respond with a touch of your own.

Like mine, it’s so simple. As we walk down a crowded street, you lean in and rest your head on my shoulder. Again, nobody casts us a second glance. Few even cast us a first glance. They see our love and they just pass it by. They don’t understand the connection we have, but that’s to be expected. Who else but us could grasp this feeling we’ve forged?

With no words, we can speak volumes.

With a simple gesture, we can unleash oceans of emotions.

With a slight glance, we can tell one another what can never be articulated.

That is the power and breadth of our love. Coming together was the easy part. Forging a connection, letting passions and desires blossom, was our greatest challenge. As I squeeze your hand and you squeeze mine, we confirm that we have triumphed.

Together, in only a few subtle acts, we say everything we need to say.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Jeans Edition

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Who doesn’t love a pair of nice, comfortable jeans? Regardless of your fashion sense, or lack thereof, you probably have certain clothes that you have a unique attachment towards. They may not be trendy or elegant, but there’s just something special about them. When you put them on, they just feel right. That’s how I feel about jeans.

I definitely have a favorite pair of jeans that I wear more than almost any other piece of clothing. I have friends and relatives who have one too. Jeans will never be the sexiest attire anyone can wear, regardless of gender, but there’s something to be said about a pair of pants that has both utility and sex appeal.

That sex appeal might not always be apparent, especially if your favorite pair of jeans gets faded or dirty. I’ve known more than a few people whose jeans look like they got caught in a lawnmower on more than one occasion, but they still refuse to throw them away. For those who actually take care of their jeans, they can give someone a uniquely sexy demeanor.

Some of that has to do with comfort. Jeans are a lot more comfortable than some of the fancy, overpriced attire that we wear to formal events. It’s a lot easier to be sexy when you’re comfortable. In other instances, those same jeans can also show off your legs, your butt, and your willingness to flaunt them.

With fall in the air and the weather getting colder, having that favorite pair of jeans is even more valuable. I’ll likely be wearing them even more frequently as the seasons change. If they can highlight my sex appeal while I’m at it, then that’s just a nice bonus. Consider this edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts another part of that bonus. Enjoy!


“Being a pervert is often more about time, location, and visibility than whatever makes them perverse.”


“Men love bigger breasts for the same reason women love bigger engagement rings.”


“It’s entirely possible that the thong was invented by someone with a wedgie fetish.”


“Technically, skin-tight clothes are a form of fake nudity.”


“It wouldn’t be inaccurate to call men’s underwear testicle cradles.”


“A relationship isn’t serious until you know your lover’s favorite brand of lubricant.”


“On some levels, embarrassment is nature’s ultimate counter to horniness.”


I’ll never be savvy when it comes to fashion. I’ll certainly never claim to be an authority on what’s trendy. However, I know enough to understand the value and sex appeal of a nice pair of jeans. They’re simple, functional, and durable. If you can’t find sex appeal in that, then you’re just being difficult.

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