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“Under The Stars” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after enjoying a perfectly clear night sky and seeing so many beautiful stars. I hope everyone else gets to a enjoy a sight like that at some point in their lives. I also hope everyone enjoys this sexy story.

“It’s good to be home.”

That was the first thing Natalie Meyers said to herself after stepping off the plane. She’d just endured a nine-hour flight, which had included three-hour layover in Atlanta and a seat next to a man who snored like a chainsaw. It had been a long day, to say the least, but that made coming all the more refreshing.

She couldn’t make her way through the main airport terminal fast enough. That proved challenging because it was the early evening and everything was still bustling. Crowds of people swarmed in every direction, talking and yelling over each other in a chorus of noise. Having spent three days in a city, her ears were already ringing. It felt like she hadn’t had a quiet moment since she left.

“I need to get out of here,” Natalie sighed as she walked faster.

She still couldn’t hear herself. It hadn’t been her first business trip, but she still wasn’t used to it, the endless noise from every direction. Natalie had grown up in a rural community where the noisiest thing was a lawnmower engine. Even the college she’d gone to had been small and remote – hectic in the day, but peaceful and quiet at night. She needed that peace. She needed that quiet. Even though her job as a web developer made for a lengthy commute, she could only stand the chaos for so long.

It seemed to follow her, even as Natalie exited into the loading area in front of the airport. There must have been a convention or something because the road was lined with taxis and shuttles. One even honked their horn just as she walked by it.

“Hey! Hurry it up!” the driver yelled. “We got a schedule to keep!”

Natalie rolled her eyes and groaned. That was the other annoyance she sought to escape. Her trip involved a lengthy itinerary that had been squeezed into three short days. There were meetings, presentations, lunch-ins, and informal gatherings that she had be part of within a strict timeframe. At one point, she had to schedule her sleep into increments of four hours.

She was sick of all that. For the rest of the weekend, she didn’t want to keep a schedule. She didn’t want to check the clock every 30 minutes or get a buzz from her phone when it was time for another task. She just wanted step back, detach herself from work, and relax.

That feeling still seemed so far away. Then, through the maze of cars and shuttles, Natalie saw a welcome sight.

“Hey there, beautiful! Over here!” said a familiar voice.

“Finally, some yelling I don’t mind,” she said with a beaming smile.

Natalie set aside her suitcase and jumped into the arms of the tall, burly man waiting by the curb. He caught her with ease, sharing extra firm hug as she kissed him passionately. His breath didn’t reek of overpriced whiskey and overcooked steak, like the men she’d dealt with for the past several days. That just wasn’t the style of someone like Peter Brooks. He had simpler, less distinct tastes. Being her fiancé, he knew better than most how much that meant to her.

“Wow!” he said after their lips parted. “Did you miss me that much?”

“You have no idea,” Natalie told him, still clinging to his broad shoulders.

“And here I was worried that I didn’t have time to shave. You know how I like looking good for my future wife.”

“Trust me. You’re five-a-clock shadow and uncombed is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in days. I don’t think I could stand the sight of another comb-over at this point.”

“Good to know,” he said with a humored grin.

Natalie would’ve loved to stay in his arms a bit longer, but she was too eager to get away from the noisy airport. After another quick kiss, Peter picked up her suitcase and set it into the back seat of his truck. They then got in and drove off, navigating plenty of traffic in the process. It was still rush-hour so there was still plenty of noise to go around.

“I know you’re anxious to get home, but they had to close a couple lanes on the parkway,” Peter said as they pulled into a congested road. “Some idiot with a trailer didn’t check twice to see if the hitch was locked.”

“With the way my day has gone, that sounds about right,” Natalie sighed.

“Was it really that rough?”

“Not rough, just busy,” she said. “Every hour of every day of that trip, there was always something going on. I couldn’t stop to catch my breath or take time to collect my thoughts. It was overwhelming!”

“Well, you’re home now. We got the entire weekend to ourselves. I even told my team at the quarry not to call until Monday.”

“Even if someone blows up the batching plant?” she joked.

“I don’t care if they blow up half the state. I’m spending the weekend with my fiancé. She needs me more than my job, right now.”

Natalie smiled lovingly at her future husband. She then reached over and lovingly embraced his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Even while stuck in traffic, it put a smile on his face as well.

It was exactly what she needed, quality time with Peter, away from the commotion and chaos of her job. After the last few days, it seemed downright therapeutic. Natalie thought she could handle working for a software company and living out in the country. For the most part, she had. As her career grew, it seemed to get harder. There were times when it seemed too hard, but Peter helped her stay strong. She honestly didn’t think she could’ve made it so far without him.

She lingered close to him, showing her appreciation of those strong arms of his. Working in a quarry might have seemed unappealing to most, but Peter was a hands-on kind of guy and it showed in his muscles. He was a man of strength and grit, the kind who let his actions do the talking, which stood in stark contrast to most of the men she knew.

As a result, he appreciated peace and quiet as much as her. Silence between them was rarely awkward and with all the cars around them, they needed whatever serenity they could get. They must have lingered on the parkway for a good 20 minutes before they finally made it onto the highway. There was plenty of frustration and horn-honking to go around, but Natalie refused to let it get to her. She knew things would get easier once they got far enough away from the city.

“Looks like we’re past the worst of it,” Peter said as they drove onto the highway. “It won’t be much longer, now. I promise I’ll get you away from this mess as fast as this truck will allow me.”

“You’re so sweet,” Natalie said, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. “If you get pulled over, I’ll gladly pay the fine myself.”

“My cousin knows the sheriff. I’ll call in some favors if I have to. It’s supposed to be a nice, clear night…no storms, no traffic jams, and no alarms waking you up at the crack of dawn.”

“You can stop enticing me, Peter. I’m already eager to get home and out of these damn work clothes.”

“Any chance you’ll let me help with that?” he teased.

“Well, that all depends on how quickly you can get us to a zip code where the cows outnumber the people.”

She threw in some seductive undertones, adding both incentive and anticipation to her lover’s efforts. He responded quickly, speeding up and passing several cars on the highway. One driver flipped them off, but he didn’t seem to notice. She could already tell he was entertaining thoughts of an intimate reunion. If he knew just how many thoughts she’d been entertaining on the flight, he would’ve drove even faster.

Natalie tried not to get too ahead of herself, though. For the moment, getting away from work had priority over her sex life. She let her husband focus on getting them home while she settled in, letting her mind and body settle after so much work.

At least a half-hour passed, which was the average time it took to get from the airport to the country roads that led to her and Peter’s house. It felt much longer than that, though. Natalie didn’t even look at the clock or check her phone. She didn’t care to know how late it was or how little rest she’d gotten over the past three days. She’d left those worries back at the airport.

As they got farther away from the city and deeper into the countryside, Natalie found herself looking up at the sky. The sun had set hours ago and a full moon illuminated the sky alongside plenty of stars. It was a sight she’d come to appreciate growing up in such a rural area, a clear night sky full of stars. It was something she just couldn’t get in the city or even the suburban office park where she worked.

“The moon is really bright tonight,” she commented shortly after they exited the highway. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It’s no brighter than usual,” Peter said, finally slowing down a bit. “Trust me, the dogs would’ve noticed.”

“I guess it just feels that way after staying in the city for three days. My hotel room overlooked a brick wall and an air conditioner unit.”

“That’s some view,” he laughed.

“It didn’t make much difference. The night before I left, I joined my co-workers for this rooftop mixer at the hotel. It was a clear night, just like this one. I could see the moon, but I didn’t see a single star. I didn’t even hear any crickets. There was just cars, yelling, and the occasional police fire siren.”

“Sounds like they got too much going on to just admire the stars. It’s a damn shame too. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“That’s just it. I think they do, on some levels. They’re just resigned to it. They shrug it off like it’s no big deal.”

“That’s their loss, I guess. Then again, they probably don’t have fond memories of watching the stars with their future spouse in high school.”

“Funny, I don’t remember us just watching the sky on those nights.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything because three days without you has made things mighty lonely back at the house. The dogs are nice, but there’s only so much companionship they can give.”

“I would hope so,” Natalie said curtly. “Then again, I shouldn’t be talking. While I was on that trip, I was surrounded by all these people…perfect strangers and friendly co-workers. And yet, I still felt lonely.”

“Or maybe you just missed my companionship too?” he teased.

“I don’t doubt that was part of it. At the same time, though, it was so…disorienting.”

Natalie hugged her shoulders as she thought about it. She kept gazing up at the moon and stars. They only 15 minutes away from home. At that point, they had ventured into the quiet back roads that connected their isolated community from the bustle of the nearest city. The sky was so much clearer, devoid of tall buildings and glaring lights. Something about that resonated with her on a personal level.

Looking back over at her future husband, still looking so focused and poised, Natalie felt something she hadn’t experienced in the city. Sitting next to her wasn’t just another random figure who’d passed her by at a busy crosswalk. He was Peter Evan Brooks, a hard-working country boy who loved baseball, dogs, and gangster movies. He was the man she’d randomly met in the sixth grade during a group project for social studies…the man who’d asked her out on a dare from his brother…the man who’d proposed to her on a clear, crisp night under the stars.

That simple, but profound idea – that the man next to her meant so much for reasons that seemed so small on paper – hit her like a splash of cold water. It was like she needed a reminder of why she worked so hard in the first place. Along with that clarity, however, came another powerful feeling…one that would delay the final stretch of her trip home.

“Peter,” Natalie said, her tone becoming much more serious, “pull the truck over.”

“What?” Peter said, swerving slightly along the narrow road. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine…almost,” she assured him. “There’s just something I really need right now and I don’t want to wait until we get home.”

To make her intentions more obvious, she reached over and slipped her hand between his legs, rubbing along the crotch of those dirty blue jeans he refused to watch. The way she touched him caused him to abruptly slow down, causing him to grip the steering wheel harder. He seemed to get the message, but Natalie decided to emphasize her desire.

“The moon is out, the stars are shining, and the back of your truck is empty,” she said, leaning over and whispering into his ear seductively. “Peter, that trip left me so tense. Please…help me feel at home again.”

Her hand still rubbing the inseam of his pants, she playfully nibbled on his ear-lobe, something that always got his blood flowing in the right direction. Natalie felt him tense, even as he kept his eyes on the road. That old her he’d already decided.

“I’m pulling over,” he said, his voice laced with a determined grit that she found so sexy.

Peter pressed the breaks, causing the tires to skid along the poorly-paved roads. He then pulled the truck over, parking it along the gravel curve. It was a bumpy, uneven ride that shook them both from their seat. Natalie didn’t mind, though. If anything, it turned her on.

As soon as the truck came to a stop, he turned off the engine and undid his seat-belt. Almost immediately, he threw his arms around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Natalie matched his passion every step of the way, running her hand over his unshaven face while stroking the growing bulge in his pants. However, as much as she craved her fiancé’s love, there was something else she craved.

“Outside,” she said intently. “I need to do this outside.”

“Need to? Or want to?” Peter questioned with a half-grin.

“Need!” Natalie said with completely certainty. “I really, really need it.”

Her words left no room for uncertainty. She didn’t care that they were out in the open. They were already on a rarely-traveled backroad. They hadn’t seen another car drive by in nearly five minutes. There was nothing but farmland on one side of the road and open field on the other. There were no buildings or people looming over them. It was just them, the warm air, and the night sky.

After parting from their embrace, she undid her seatbelt and got out of the truck. She then stumbled towards the back, throwing off her jacket and undoing the top several buttons of her blouse. Peter followed suit, undoing his flannel shirt along the way and the white undershirt beneath it. In the hot, muggy night air, clothes were unbearable, especially after wearing only formal business attire for three days.

“Off…got to get it off!” Natalie said with growing desperation.

By the time she met Peter at the back of the truck, she got her blouse off and he’d already loosened his belt. They embraced again, smothering each other with hard kisses and affectionate gestures. Just feeling that cut upper body of his, complete with chest hair and the toned muscles that came from working at a quarry, sent her libido into overdrive. She’d never wanted her lover’s touch more than she did at that moment.

As they lips and tongues meshed, Peter helped get her out of more clothes. He undid the clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free into the night air. He also unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to fall to the dirty gravel below. Now in just heels and a pair of panties, Natalie already felt more at home. She still sought more.

“Peter…the truck,” she told him in between kisses.

“I hear year, darling,” he said with a manly grin.

With one arm still around her waist, he opened the rear door to expose the truck bed. It had little on it other than a few tool boxes from the quarry. That ensured they had plenty of room to work with. Given how horny she felt, they were going to need it.

“You do need this. I can tell,” Peter said. “If I’m going to be your husband, then I got to prioritize your needs.”

“You’re a good, honorable man, Peter,” she told him. “Now what are you waiting for? Get those pants off!”

Like an overly eager prom date, Natalie jumped up into her husband’s arms, kicking off her heels in the process. He instinctively caught her, his powerful hands clenching her butt in just the right way. With the strength and fortitude that made Peter a testament to manliness, he carried her onto the truck bed and laid her down.

She didn’t care that it was dirty, covered in dust from rock and cement. She actually welcomed that smell after spending days in a hotel that always reeked of window cleaner and bleach. Now on her back, looking up at the stars with the moon illuminating the area around her, she watched as Peter took off his pants, boxers and all. He already looked like an angel ready to welcome her home…one who just happened to have a raging semi.

“If anyone sees us, it’s on you,” Peter teased.

“I don’t care if the entire county sees our naked asses from above,” Natalie said. “I’m going to make love to my future husband right here out in the open.”

“When you say it like, that it sounds even sexier!”

Now, he seemed to share in the burning need. After kicking off his pants and boots, he crawled onto the truck bed with her and kissed her again. Like a couple of horny prom dates in heat, they made out on the dusty surface.

The light of the stars, the sound of the crickets, and the gusts of cool wind created a special kind of ambience. It was the complete antithesis of the atmosphere she’d experienced in the city. She wasn’t just another face in a sea of people surrounded by buildings. She was Natalie Meyers, sharing an act of passion with Peter Brooks in the peaceful surroundings of their rural home.

Her lover seemed extra dedicated to making her feel at home. After some heated kissing mixed with playful foreplay, he tender trailed his lips down her neck and over her breasts. As he made his way down her womanly body, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them down her shapely legs. She lifted her hips to accommodate him, welcoming the feeling of clean country air between her legs.

Once off, Peter didn’t even set her underwear aside for later. He threw it out into the grassy field next to the curb, showing no intention of retrieving it later.

“Relax, my love,” he told her in that deep, seductive voice of his. “Just lay back and admire the stars while I make you feel at home.”

“At home…yes,” Natalie said a she slipped into a daze of desire.

With little regard for bugs or dirt, she did as her love requested, turning her attention to the stars and trusting her future husband’s amorous intent. She felt those strong hands of his grab her by the thighs and push them apart, further exposing her exposed flesh to the elements. Peter didn’t let them get too exposed, though. True to his word, he buried his face in her inner thighs and began giving her oral sex.

“Oohhh Peter!” she gasped, her voice echoing over the crickets and winds.

The feelings that followed were welcoming, to say the least. Peter was more direct than usual, elevating her hips up to his face and using his tongue to probe her hot depths. He knew her anatomy so well, having memorized all her most sensitive areas. He was so thorough, not being too careful, but not being in a hurry either. He treated giving his future wife oral sex with the same urgency he had in getting her home.

Hot, powerful sensations coursed through her body, the warmth contrasting perfectly with the brisk winds that blew over her naked skin. As Natalie soaked in every feeling, she let her body writhe wildly like an animal unchained. She even fondled her breasts, supplementing the sensations and further heightening the desire.

As she soaked in the feeling, she kept her eyes on the stars. The visual spectacle of a sky unhindered by city lights supplemented the spectacle of receiving oral sex from the man she loved. It was sight she couldn’t see in the city, as well as a feeling she couldn’t get from anyone else. That just made every sensual sensation even more meaningful.

Despite several gusts of wind that blew over the truck, Natalie reached full aroused. Even Peter seemed impressed as he gave her tender folds a few extra licks, taking in her womanly scent and joining her in a daze of desire.

“Mmm…so hot and wet,” Peter said. “I missed you so much, Natalie.”

“Me too, Peter,” she said, already gasping for air.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he told her, “right here…under the stars.”

“Under the stars with my future husband…yeah, I’d like that.”

With a glint of confidence and an aura of strength, her future husband set her hips down and got back on top of her. Natalie hooked her legs around his waist, drawing her lover into her grasp. The weight of his masculine physique pressed up against hers, as if to protect her from the gusty winds. She could already feel his erect member pressing against her inner thighs, an expected byproduct for a man who loved his truck, the country air, and going down on a beautiful women. As Peter aligned his body with hers, he captured her lips in another kiss.

Then, in a simple thrust of the hips, he entered her. Like two lost souls finding each other from a prolonged absence, their flesh came together.

“Ohhh Natalie!” her love moaned.

“Peter…” was all Natalie could get out.

For a moment, they just savored the feeling, her warm folds embracing his hardened member. That feeling of smooth, intimate penetration sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Fueled by that feeling, Peter started moving, kissing down her neck and caressing her feminine curves. The truck began shaking. Her world shook with it. Less than an hour ago, she’d been stressed and restless. Now, she was in a world of loving bliss.

“Oohhh Peter!” Natalie cried out.

She tightened her hold on him, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and raking her nails over his shoulders. Peter was more energetic than usual, working his body with hers at a vigorous rhythm that tested both her endurance and the tires of his truck. They both held up, though. Through each fervent thrust, Natalie felt an ecstasy that complemented their shared passions.

As their lovemaking unfolded in the midst of crickets and humidity, she still found herself gazing up at the stars. Peter kept his face buried in her neck, as he often did when they went at it with extra vigor. It allowed her to keep admiring the stars and moon above, a celestial spectacle that she’d come to appreciate for so many reasons. After not being able to enjoy it while on her trip, it took on almost as much meaning as the act of making love to Peter…almost.

“The stars…my love…my home,” Natalie found herself saying. “I’m really…home!”

Her passionate proclamation echoed into the night sky. It also prompted Peter to step up the pace of their lovemaking, rocking her body and the truck harder with his fervent motions. It sent her to the brink of orgasm in record time, so much so that she grabbed her lover by his unkempt hair and braced herself.

“Ooh I’m close, my love! I’m so…so close!” she told him.

“Consider it…your homecoming,” he whispered into her ear.

Natalie smiled joyously and held her love closer as the ecstasy approached. With her gaze still fixated on the stars above, she awaited that sweet release that could only come through her lover’s dedicated efforts.

When the feeling washed over her, she let out another cry to the heavens that probably carried into the next county. For all she knew, she woke the horses in their neighbors’ stable. If they complained, she’d apologize later. At that moment, Natalie just let herself descend into that warm oceans of ecstasy.

Her toes curled and her naked flesh burned with blissful sensations, a perfect counter to the brisk winds of the night. Muscles, inside and out, throbbed in accord with her release. Along with that feeling came a sense of certainty. No matter how far she traveled or how alone she felt in a crowd, she could still come home to a man who loved her so much that he would have sex with her in the back of a pickup truck.

“I love you, Peter…I love you so much,” Natalie said through the euphoria.

“I love you too, Natalie,” Peter said to her, still panting heavily.

“And now…it’s my turn to welcome you!”

Still holding onto her lover’s hair, she drew him into another kiss. As their lips and tongues united once more, she shifted their bodies around so that she was the one on top and he was lying on the dusty truck bed. Like her, he didn’t seem to mind, though.

Their flesh never parted, his member still hard and in need of its own release. Natalie went to work granting him that, straddling his waist and rising into an upright position – the “poised cowgirl,” as he called it.

From there, she began riding him, gyrating her thighs and working his manhood along her throbbing folds. She didn’t care that parts of her lower body were still recovering from her orgasm. Her love had been dedicated enough to bring her to ecstasy under the stars after a long, lonely trip. The least she could do was return the favor.

“Natalie…so beautiful,” Peter said as he looked up at her naked form.

“My love…share this with me,” she urged him. “You and me…right here…under the stars.”

Natalie took his hands in hers, their fingers becoming entwined as she stepped up the pace of her movements. She gazed at him lovingly, watching her breasts bounce with every movement. She could tell how close he was by the way his face contorted with greater intensity. It was the look of a man who really missed her and the wonderful love the made together.

“Natalie…I’m coming!” he grunted.

“Yes, my darling. I feel it too,” she said to him.

She held his hands close to her chest, allowing him to feel her beating heart as he achieved his climax. Like her, his body shuddered, his manly muscles bulging under the weight of the feeling. Unlike her, though, his focus wasn’t on the stars above. It was on her, the woman who loved him and had missed him so much.

They clung to each other through the duration of his ecstasy. Natalie felt his manhood throb inside her, his manly juices mixing with hers in a convergence of passion. As he processed the feeling, she rose up off him, their flesh finally parting. She then laid down next to him, curling up in his arms atop the dirty truck bed. While he caught his breath, she lovingly stroked his chest and kissed the side of his face.

“Thank you, Peter,” she told him. “I can safely say I don’t feel so disoriented anymore.”

“Yeah…you’re welcome,” her love replied, “and thank you for giving me another reason to marry you. How many other fiancés out there want to make love under the stars like this?”

“The kind who likes to keep things simple, easy, and sexy,” Natalie said playfully. “I can handle a trip to the city, but I’ll always need a good love to come home to.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to being that love…till death do us part.”

With a beaming smile and an affectionate gesture, Natalie kissed her future husband once more. It was a beautiful thing, a culmination of a special act that had unfolded in a special place. They didn’t need a fancy hotel room. They didn’t need a fancy bed, either. They just needed a pickup truck, a clear night sky, and each other.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Gentle Sensual Touch

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When it comes to all things sexy, there’s a time and place for the rough stuff. I’ve had musings about it before. I even wrote a sexy short story about it. For reasons that are too convoluted to get into, the rougher side of sexy stuff tends to get more attention and not always for the right reasons. While it certainly has a place in a passionate relationship, there’s also a place for gentler forms of sexiness.

By gentle, I don’t just mean weak. I’m referring to the kind of soft, soothing touch that favors finesse over fervor. It’s more targeted, seeking out the most sensitive parts of your lover’s being and stimulating them with the utmost care. It’s like performing surgery with a feather, emphasizing tenderness over intensity.

I’ve heard more than a few women express fondness for such gentle touching, but I get the sense it’s taboo for men to admit they enjoy that sort of thing. For some, it just seems unmanly to be gentle. I completely disagree with this sentiment. Men can be gentle. They can even enjoy it. I certainly do and I have ex-girlfriends who will attest to that.

With this Daily Sexy Musing, I hope to celebrate the mutual appeal of that gentle sensual touch that can add a special brand of intimacy to a relationship. It doesn’t always have to involve foreplay. It can even involve two people being fully clothed. It’s an underrated, but overwhelming feeling and one I feel is worth cherishing.

You want me.

I want you.

We both sense it.

We both intend to act on it.

However, our desires take us down a unique path. This time, I’m not inclined to just rip your clothes off, find the nearest bed, and entwine our bodies in ravenous passion. Instead, I seek something more intimate and subtle. To enjoy the full splendor of our love, we must take the scenic route.

There’s no outburst or venting. As I stand before you, all is calm and serene. I take you in my arms and you embrace me. Our touch intensifies the want, but it does not take us off that unique path. It only makes that path more appealing.

I touch your face with the utmost care.

You touch mine with the gentlest grasp.

It’s like caressing a precious gem, holding something so precious. We don’t dare grasp too hard, nor do we rush to the destination we seek. For once, we are careful. It’s not due fragility or weakness, though. Even that which is powerful sometimes requires the softest of hands.

I feel more of your magnificent flesh.

You feel more of mine.

Together, we touch and tantalize with targeted passion.

With great care and affection, we find those sensitive places that so few ever seek. Even the slightest graze triggers the strongest reactions. It’s music to my ears, hearing you respond to such gentle touching. It shows that I know your body as well as I know your heart.

You demonstrate your knowledge as well. You find just the right spots, teasing them in just the right ways. My heart soars, my loins arise, and my spirit burns with the fires of shared passion. With minimal expenditure, we guide one another to the peak of desire.

There’s no need to rush.

There’s no need to strain.

Through gentle touch, the true strength of our love is revealed.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Love On A Chilly Day

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I’m not a fan of bitter cold weather. Any kind of weather that causes genitals to shrivel is not appealing in my book. I prefer weather that renders clothing optional and flip-flops the only necessary footwear. Having lived through one too many blizzards, I have every intention of retiring to a tropical climate after I sell enough novels.

That said, I don’t deny that cold weather can facilitate certain sexy activities. When it gets cold outside, we naturally seek out any source of warmth. Some are left with blankets and extra layers of clothes. Others are lucky enough to have a lover to keep them warm. It’s that kind of warmth that brings out the sexier side of the weather.

With the holidays upon us and plenty of cold days ahead of us, this is as good a time as any to start enjoying those intimate moments that chilly weather makes possible. Get some blankets, pour some hot cocoa, and cuddle up on the couch because it’s going to be a long winter. That doesn’t mean it can’t be sexy and I hope this Daily Sexy Musing can help provide a spark. Enjoy!

The sun is out, but its heat can’t find us. Cold air subsumes the light, spreading harsh cold in every direction. Gone are the days when little thought or clothing was necessary to venture outside. The leaves and flowers have withered, having succumbed to the changing seasons. We remain, but we intend to endure.

We close the windows.

We lock the doors.

We keep plenty of blankets at arm’s reach.

Even with preparation, mere shelter is not enough. To endure the cold is one thing. To prosper within it is quite another. Alone, we can only do so much. Together, we can defeat this seasonal foe.

We’re done longing for the hot summer days when a quiet moment took little effort. The crisp frost has already descended upon us. Snow will soon follow. Short days and long nights await us, but we’re ready. The season will not be our burden. Instead, it will be our strength.

Rather than curse the season, we celebrate.

Rather than lament the past, we forge the future.

Rather than mourn the burden, we embrace the challenge.

I grab some blankets. You grab some cocoa. Together, we make our way to the couch. We slip under the covers and embrace. Our touch provides a spark. Body heat compounds body heat. I warm you up. You warm me. From soothing warmth, a new heat emerges.

Touching becomes caressing.

Soothing becomes seduction.

Cuddling becomes foreplay.

A new energy finds us and a new lust guides us. No longer an obstacle, the cold becomes a catalyst. Rather than hinder our passion, it enhances it. Sharing our love brings great comfort, but making love brings greater satisfaction.

In defiance of the weather, we shed our clothes and merge our flesh. Within our domain, we create our own season. It’s always warm, wet, and soothing. Even under the harshest winds, we work up a sweat of passion. The cold makes us work harder. More work emboldens our love. In the warmth of our shared passion, winter doesn’t stand a chance.

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“The Countdown” A Sexy Short Story For New Years

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First off, Happy New Year, everybody! I hope everyone had a great holiday. The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help usher in the new year with a bang, among other things. Enjoy!

“It’s almost time, Violet,” said Evan Jose intently. “Are you ready?”

“Almost,” replied Violet, his equally excited wife. “How much longer do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he told her. “Hurry up! I’m ready to end this year with a bang.”

“You and me both, my darling.”

Evan was already breathless, feeling an energy and excitement he didn’t usually feel so close to midnight. Both he and his wife weren’t big on late night activities. They hadn’t been since college. Getting older, getting married, and building successful careers made it challenging to enjoy the kinds of midnight antics that once defined their reckless youth.

However, for one special night, they made an exception. On New Years Eve, just before the clock struck midnight, he and Violet went out of their way to preserve a special tradition that began shortly after they started dating. It had a simple premise, but carried a great deal of meaning for their relationship and their love.

“I found it!” Violet said as she rushed into the living room, carrying a mid-sized box in her arms. “It was stuck between that oversized TV box I told you to throw away…twice, if I recall.”

“Shit, I knew I forgot something this morning,” Evan grumbled. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know you will. Now, help me with this. The clock is ticking!”

She was right and Evan didn’t need further motivation. Moving quickly, he opened the box with her and pulled out the same air mattress they had used at the same time last year. Having already moved the coffee table to the side, Evan spread it out over the living room floor while Violet activated the pump.

Their eyes constantly drifted towards the TV and the clock. They had coverage of the annual New Years celebration in New York City, complete with the traditional ball drop to usher in the new year. For most people, it was a formality and a mindless media spectacle. For him and Violet, though, it represented so much more.

With every passing second, their anticipation heightened. After laying the mattress out, Violet attached the air pump so that the bed could inflate. The stage was officially set. That left only a few minor details.

“We’re officially back on schedule,” Violet said.

“Looks like it,” said Evan as he watched the bed inflate. “You know what that means, right?”

“Yep! Time to ditch these itchy clothes.”

Violet couldn’t shed her shirt and pants fast enough, stripping down to her bra and panties with an eagerness that rivaled their honeymoon. Seeing his beautiful wife strip down, revealing that she wore the same sexy lace underwear he’d bought her for Christmas, was enough to a special passion in any man. He quickly did the same, stripping down to his boxers and tossing his clothes across the room.

Now in their underwear, the light of the TV and their Christmas tree illuminating their living room, Evan approached his wife with the same bravado he’d shown the night he proposed. Coincidentally, that night had also been New Years Eve and was a major part of why they valued their tradition.

“We did it, Violet. We made it through another year,” Evan said as he embraced her in his loving arms.

“We did,” she said in that extra-seductive tone of hers. “This one was tough. Work got hectic. My dad still refuses to retire. Your sister got divorced.”

“And all that happened before summer. Don’t forget our Labor Day trip that went horribly wrong.”

“You mean the one that involved you breaking three ribs because you thought you could ski better than your cousin?”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered. “That was just a really nasty bruise. Then, there’s me having to work overtime on Thanksgiving. There’s my uncle hitting us up for money. There’s that promotion I didn’t get.”

“There were plenty of setbacks. That’s for sure,” she conceded.

“But there were a lot of good days in between,” Evan pointed out, cupping her chin and holding her closer. “No matter how rough things got or how many things went wrong, you and I got through it. Coming home to you, being with you, and sharing those burdens…it made this year feel like a success.”

“While the extent of that success is debatable,” Violet said as she playfully pawed his chest, “the results speak for themselves. We’re still here. You’re still my husband and I’m still you’re wife. And I’m ready to cap off this year the same way we capped off the last one!”

Evan grinned, his embrace growing bolder as he trailed his hands down her half-naked form, feeling up her womanly curves. The mention of their previous New Years celebration brought back fond and vivid memories.

It had been in the same room under the same scenario, complete with an inflated air mattress and the TV blaring coverage of the New Years festivities in New York. That moment was the most recent of a long string of New Years Eve moments that he and Violet had forged together. It started as a playful game back when they had started dating, making love in the final minutes of the year. Then, they did it again the next year and the year after that.

Whether by fate or effort, it helped deepen their love. Now, they were prepared to carry that love into another year and, as the final countdown commenced, their desires escalated to a familiar intensity. After checking the clock on the TV, their favorite New Years celebration could begin.

“I love you so much, Evan,” said Violet, her gaze radiating with passion.

“I love you too, Violet,” said Evan intently.

“Well, you’ve got ten minutes left of this year to prove it!”

“Ten minutes, huh? That should be enough!”

The countdown had officially begun. Their favorite holiday tradition could finally commence. Evan didn’t let a second go to waste.

With a potent blend of urgency and passion, he kissed his wife on the lips. It wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss. It was hard and direct, reflecting the intense desire he had for her…a desire that he had only ten minutes to express. Having prided himself on being an efficient lover, Evan quickly escalated his affections.

As their lips meshed, he felt up her womanly curves, tracing a path up her thighs until he reached her heart-shaped butt. Violet returned the favor, twirling his tongue with his and pawing his exposed upper body with more intent. Shortly after grabbing hold of her butt, she slipped a hand over his boxers, which already had a significant bulge. Despite the growing urgency, their desires were perfectly aligned.

“The bed,” Evan gasped in between the kissing.

Violet responded with a soft purr, followed by more aggressive foreplay. She gave the bulge in his boxers a hard squeeze while deepening their embracing, making it so her breasts pressed right up against his chest. That sent a clear signal to Evan and he responded in kind.

Showing off the kind of masculine strength that often drove her wild, he picked her up in his arms. On instinct, she hitched her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his neck. Now supporting her entire weight, Evan laid her down on the air mattress that had since finished inflating. With a quick peak at the TV, he saw that time was still ticking away. That prompted more urgent foreplay.

“The underwear…so itchy,” Violet said, her every word laced with seduction.

“That’s an easy fix,” Evan replied in his manliest tone.

Working quickly, he unclasped his wife’s lace bra and slipped it off with ease, exposing those beautiful, voluptuous breasts of hers. His first instinct was to take them in his hands and bury his face in them, but time was a factor. He had to be efficient with his passions.

He still shoved his face between them, evoking a playful laugh from Violet as he slipped his hands down to her waist and grasped the sides of her panties. Like a man on a mission, he slid them down her thighs and she eagerly lifted her hips to get them off. She showed just as much intensity, reaching for his boxers and trying to pull them off. She would’ve torn them off had he not slipped out of them shortly after tossing her panties aside.

“Mmm…that’s better!” she said, her gaze narrowing on his semi-erect manhood.

“Still room for improvement,” Evan pointed out.

“Yes. There is!”

More intense kissing and heated foreplay continued. Naked skin meshed with naked skin. Violet’s bare breasts pressed up against his chest. His growing manhood rubbed up against her thigh. Her hand – the same one that had been fondling his arousal through his boxers, no less – quickly found its way to his manly flesh.

The feeling of her loving touch didn’t just accelerate the flow of blood in all the right directions. It added even more incentive to cap the year off in a way that was both memorable and blissful.

“Ooh! Feels like you’re ready, my love,” Violet purred.

“The clock is ticking,” Evan told her. “You ready too?”

“Are you kidding? Let’s start the fireworks!”

Traditionally, people waited until after midnight to start the fireworks. He and Violet had their own special tradition and theirs was a lot more fun. Another quick check of the TV showed that they were right on schedule. In the spirit of their sexy tradition, Evan lit the proverbial fuse and positioned himself over his wife.

She eagerly parted her legs and welcomed him into another deep embrace. Holding onto her hips for leverage, he guided his rigid flesh to her waiting womanhood. She was every bit as aroused as him, her outer folds so wet with juices. With the same urgency and desire that had ignited their special tradition, Evan entered her with a single thrust, their flesh uniting in the final moments of the year.

“Ohhh yes!” Violet gasped. “Evan…I feel you inside me.”

“Oh Violet…so beautiful,” Evan moaned.

In a burst of focused, yet festive passion, he began making love to his wife. He put in extra effort, working his body against hers in a steady procession of movements. Manly sinews meshed with feminine curves. Naked skin grinding against naked skin as his rigid manhood slithered within her hot womanly depths.

Grunts and groans soon filled the room, drowning out the countdown to the new year. Every ounce of energy and attention was focused that singular act, turning the love they felt into a tangible feeling.

“Evan! Ooh Evan!” she panted.

It was music to his ears, by far his favorite holiday tune. Evan evoked more of it, kissing down her neck and caressing her womanly curves as he rocked her body with his movements. She did plenty to share in the effort, raking her fingers over his shoulders and digging the balls of her feet into his lower back, supplementing his every movement.

Together, they rocked the flimsy air mattress and the world around them. Pants and gasps mixed with joyous laughter as their lovemaking became more playful. They rolled around together, making love in different positions at different angles. She got on top at one point and rode him like a sex goddess. At another, he pinned her on her side and tickled her toes as he thrust into her at an angle.

He and Violet always enjoyed mixing things up, especially on nights when they had passion to spare. On New Years Eve, they always made sure to have a little extra and made sure to channel it in just the right ways. As the waning minutes of the holiday ticked by, their ability to express their love faced one last test for the year.

“Violet…I’m close,” Evan gasped, steading his movements for that final push.

“Me too, Evan,” Violet panted. “We’re…going to cut it close!”

“I’m game…if you are.”

“You know I am, babe!”

A quick glance at the TV confirmed what they already sensed. They were down to their final minute of the year. The big flashy ball in New York City was starting to drop, counting down the remaining seconds of the year.

In anticipation of that moment, he and Evan shifted their bodies in order to watch, as per the tradition. Violet got on her hands and knees. Evan positioned himself behind her, grabbing hold of her waist before thrusting his member back inside her and resuming their sex. Once again, he channeled his love and energy into the loving act. He also used what he knew about his lover’s sexual proclivities to ensure they shared in the fruits of their efforts.

As their naked bodies rocked, he slipped one hand between her legs and fondled the most sensitive areas of her womanly flesh. He knew just how to touch her and how to bring her to the brink. It was a testament to his dedication, as well as their love of getting intimate.

“Oohhh yes! Just like that, Evan!” she gasped. “Just…like that!”

Violet reacted with equal dedication, bucking her hips and moving with him in perfect harmony. She was ready to embrace the coming ecstasy and so was he. However, to complete their favorite tradition, they had to make sure it was the first thing they felt in the new year. As the ball on the TV screen descended and the clock ticked, they counted down those final moments with so many other.

“5…4…3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

In that special moment of transition from one year to the next, he and Violet achieved orgasm. It was as close to simultaneous as two dedicated lovers could get. Together, they let out a cry of delight that ushered in the new year in the best possible way. His member throbbed and her inner muscles contracted in release of shared ecstasy. Waves of pleasure rippled between them, their love manifesting in a real feeling that they conjured at just the right moment.

It was uniquely satisfying, their mutual climax being the first feeling they experienced in the new year. As the fireworks and confetti dropped in New York City, he and Violet just soaked in the feeling. With their flesh still entwined, Violet rose up so he could embrace her once more. Even through labored breaths, they shared a loving kiss to complete the tradition and celebrate their love for another year.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” Evan said to her.

“Happy New Year, my love,” Violet said. “I can’t wait to make this year better.”

“Me too,” he said with a smile. “Once again, we started it off with a bang!”

“It’s the best way to start and end any holiday.”

“Amen to that!”

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Happy New Year 2019!

To everyone out there, their families, and their lovers, I wish you a happy and sexy New Year. I’m looking forward to making 2019 the most awesome year it can be.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: New Years 2019 Edition

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Christmas has come and gone. That means we’re almost done with 2018. For me, this year can’t end soon enough. It has been a pretty rough year for me. I’ve shared some of the reasons for that. This past summer, someone very close to me passed away and dealing with it was a lot more difficult than I can put into words.

There were other issues that came up that I’d rather not discuss, but I’m very eager to put them behind me. I’ve had my share of difficult years in the past. While 2018 won’t go down as one of the worst, it’s definitely one of those years that I’d rather not repeat. There were some bright spots, like a glut of awesome superhero movies, but there were many other moments I’d rather forget.

I certainly hope this year was better for everyone else than it was for me. Even if it wasn’t, that’s all the more reason to embrace the arrival of 2019. I’ve always been someone who looks forward rather than dwell on the past and not just because I’m excited about the development of sex robots. I strongly believe that moving forward is the best way to frame the past in a better light.

Since this is the last batch of Sexy Sunday Thoughts for 2018, I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who has been following this website and my various works. I intend to produce plenty more sexy content in 2019. For now, here’s one last gasp of sexiness to cap off this year. Enjoy!


“Orgasms are the only universally accepted gifts for any and all occasions.”


“A honeymoon is just a vacation built around a greater likelihood of getting laid.”


“Spending a bachelor party at a strip club is like starting a diet at a candy factory.”


“If food and sex are basic needs, then cooking is at least as important as foreplay.”


“To some extent, we value our health because it affords us the ability to make love.”


“When you think about it, making prostitution illegal is just an elaborate way to discourage shortcuts.”


“Like it or not, babies and orgasms will always be indirectly linked to some extent.”


I hope that got everyone excited about 2019, among other things. I don’t know about you, but I’m eager to close out 2018 as quickly as possible and move forward. I’m ready to start making 2019 the greatest and sexiest year to date. Whether you feel the same or not, I wish everyone a very Happy New Year.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Lessons In Loving

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As kids, we don’t always appreciate learning as much as we should. It’s not because we’re adverse to the concept. It’s mostly because we associate learning with school and we associate school with learning about topics that rarely interest us. I honestly could not bring myself to be intrigued by the cause of the French Revolution.

As adults, learning takes on a very different concept and not just because we’re freer to learn about the things we want to learn about. We, as a species, are very curious. We’re interested in how things work. We like learning skills, mastering them, and even practicing them, to some extent. Why shouldn’t that be extended to making love?

It’s almost too logical. We find someone we love and seek intimacy with. We have a burning desire to express that love physically? From a logical, evolutionary, and personal standpoint, we have every conceivable incentive to do so. For that very reason, though, I’m somewhat dismayed that there’s still a taboo associated with learning how to make love.

Too many people just assume it’s something that happens, as though we instinctively know how to shoot a hook shot as soon as we touch a basketball. Like any skill, though, we must learn and practice. Unlike so many other skills and lessons, however, practice can be a lot of fun when it involves making love. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing will get all you lovers out there excited about learning again.

The bell has rung.

Class is in session.

Our bedroom is the lecture hall and the bed is the exam.

Unlike most classes, I show up on time. I come prepared, having done my homework and studied hard. I can do no less because you’re just as astute as I am. You don’t just want a passing grade. You want straight A’s and highest honors. I want that too, but it requires hard work, albeit the best kind of work.

We arrive in our official uniforms, which consists of our sexiest pair of underwear that we don’t mind ripping off, should the lesson require it. You have that glint in your eye, as if to let me know you studied extra hard. I did too. I’m confident I’ll achieve top marks, but I know you won’t make it easy for me. I wouldn’t even want you to.

The lesson begins.

I take you in my arms.

You whisper into my ear.

I now know what I must learn.

In an instant, the lesson becomes an exercise of skill. Knowledge becomes action. I start applying that knowledge directly, taking you in my arms and using what I know about my lover to earn the grades I seek. I recall your most sensitive areas, taking past lessons and using them to maximize every gesture.

Your joyous moans of approval show I’m applying them well. However, you earn your marks as well.

You kiss me in a way that evokes my greatest passions, touching and caressing my body as someone who truly knows my most intimate desires. It’s as though you did more than just remember my most sensitive areas. You know how and why they stimulate me so well. It’s the kind of knowledge that only a lover dares to learn.

Through learning, we gain skills. Together, we employ those skills to the utmost. Before long, the most intense part of the exam begins. We remove our uniforms and apply our lesson more directly. It turns into an exercise of passion, a perfect blend of lustful instincts and deeper emotions. Through exercise, we gain expertise and with it, the most intimate kind of learning.

You demonstrate your knowledge.

I continue demonstrating mine.

We both show how much we’ve learned.

We both earn passing grades.

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