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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Jazz Edition

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What people find sexy may very from person to person, but there are some things that are just inherently sexier than others. Things like thong underwear, hot tubs, and beautiful women licking Popsicle come to mind. In a sense, sexiness is a lot like art. You know what you like and you know it when you see it.

Within that spectrum, music holds a unique position. There are any number of songs with intensely sensual undertones. There are just as many songs that have no business being sexy or romantic and I’m not talking about death metal, either. Some forms of music are simply sexier than others and jazz is one of them.

My tastes in music have always been diverse. Scroll through my collection and you’ll find everything from rap to classic rock to even a few country songs. I like a little of everything, but when it comes to setting a sexy mood, jazz is often my first selection. A smooth, rhythmic, jazzy song often sets the perfect mood. It’s both relaxing and energizing. When you want to be romantic, it checks all the right boxes.

There are many ways to create some sexy ambiance. Everyone has their own unique tastes. Sexy jazz music is one of the few universal tools that can get the job done in most situations. Even if you’re not a jazz fan, your love life can only benefit by mixing it into your romantic repertoire. Consider this round of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts in celebration of sexy jazz music an added bonus. Enjoy!


“Sometimes, finding love is just a matter of finding someone as horny as you.”


“Good relationships require hard work for the same reason good orgasms require great effort.”


“Romantic conversations are basically the prequel to foreplay.”


“It’s amazing to think that ways we use our tongue determine whether a kiss is sweet or sexy.”


“If a little sugar makes romance sweet, then hot sauce makes it kinky.”


“An orgasm probably wasn’t the first gift, but it was likely among the first favors.”


“Stupidity is one of the few things that can both hinder and help population growth.”


I hope that inspired everyone to do a quick search for some nice jazz songs to spice up your love life. It may not be as elaborate as a bed of rose petals, but it’s simple, sensual, and doesn’t require an extra load of laundry. Music is a powerful force, in and of itself. Some of us are alive because our parents loved sexy music. Some forms are simply sexier than others and for all the right reasons.

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“Hard Loving” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about couples who are so sweet in public, but very rough in private. We usually don’t know who they are. You probably know a few without realizing it. That’s what makes it both special and sexy. Enjoy!

It was a common refrain for Haylee Syble. Anyone who’d ever met her boyfriend, Tyler Markson, came away with the same glowing sentiment.

“He’s such a sweet and gentle soul. You’re so lucky to have him!”

Haylee had lost count of how many people told her that over the years in some form or another. It became so common that she could practically pre-record her responses. Sometimes, she just smiled and nod. Other times, she’d make a comment about how that tender soul of his was what made her fall in love with him. It was both corny and repetitive, but she always replied with a glowing smile.

However, she knew better than anyone that Tyler’s tender nature was only half the story. The notion that she’d fallen in love with him because of those qualities was also only half-true. The whole truth was complicated, but profound. There was, in fact, a side of her lover that few knew, but it was a side of him that truly cemented their love.

That side of him only ever emerged during certain times and in certain situations, most of which were private and intimate. As it just so happened, a storm had rolled in earlier that evening. It was also late on a Friday night. Neither of them had work or plans the next day. Haylee couldn’t have picked a better night to stir that special side of him. Just thinking about it was enough to make her inner thighs feel moist.

“Hey Tyler?” she said as she laid on their bed while her lover was busy in the bathroom.

“Yes, my darling?” he replied, sounding like he’d just finished brushing his teeth.

“If you’re not too tired…I’m up for a little something extra tonight.”

“Oh? What kind of something?” he asked, as though her seductive tone hadn’t made that obvious enough.

“You know the kind, Tyler,” Haylee said. “Not the gentle kind. And if you think I’m playing dumb, come see what I’m wearing.”

A brief silence followed. The faucet in the bathroom stopped running. The air in the master bedroom became hot and tense. Haylee could already picture her lover, gazing in the mirror, daring to let that other side of him come out.

Already breathing in anticipation, Haylee set her phone aside and awaited her lover’s arrival. He was the one who broke the silence, turning off the light to their bathroom and entering the room, wearing only those black pajama pants he rarely washed. In the casual light of their bedroom, he still looked like that same gentle soul that everyone praised. His tall, slim stature was so unthreatening and unimposing. His handsome, baby-face complexion seemed to put everyone at ease.

However, Haylee knew the truth behind that unassuming face. She also knew that her choice of sleeping attire, which consisted of an old gray shirt she’d promised to throw away and a pair of cheap white panties that she’d bought on sale, sent a not-so-subtle message.

In an instant, Tyler’s demeanor changed. He turned from a gentle lamb to a hungry wolf. A wide, mischievous grin formed on his face and his gaze on her narrowed. To anyone else, it would’ve been shocking and even a little scary. To Haylee, it got her feminine juices flowing in all the right ways.

“You never play dumb, do you?” said Tyler in a deep, masculine tone that defied his stature.

“No, I don’t,” Haylee replied.

“You know what that means, right?” he said, his grin widening with every word.

Tyler approached the bed. Every step he took might as well have been that of a titan. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder echoed in the distance, giving an ominous aura to his presence.

He was never that imposing. The man worked with animals and volunteered at charity events. Since high school, people knew him as the kind, soft-spoken man who never picked a fight and never raised his voice in anger. As Tyler’s gaze narrowed on her, she saw in him the capabilities that few imagined. The fact that he shared them with so few people only made it more intimate.

“It’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to gentle, either,” Tyler said intently. “It’s going to be hard…very, very hard.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for. That’s what I want,” she said to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked her, always giving her an out.

“I’m sure…damn sure!”

That sealed it. Being a former Catholic School Girl, she didn’t curse unless she was serious. Tyler knew that. It was also the final confirmation he needed to let loose that hidden, yet powerful side of him that drove her so wild.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

“Believe me, my love. It’s what I want,” Haylee said intently.

The choice had been made. There was no going back for either of them. It was going to happen. Haylee was about to experience the harder side of Tyler Markson.

Like a predator pouncing on its trapped prey, he crawled up onto the bed and got on top of her. He wasn’t careful or considerate about it, either. He just hovered over her, grabbed her by the wrists, and pinned her hands to the side, leaving her both vulnerable and open to him. On a primal level, it was scary. At the same time, though, it was incredibly arousing.

“I believe you, Haylee,” he told to her in a deep, almost-menacing voice. “I also believe that what you want is only part of what you desire.”

What he said and how he said it sent shivers down her spine…exciting, exhilarating shivers that made her legs quiver from the growing arousal. Adding more fuel to the fire, Tyler hungrily kissed her.

It was not a soft, romantic kind of kiss, either. It was hard, complete with him shoving his tongue into her mouth and biting on her upper lip. It sent the clear message that he wasn’t just going to make love to her. He was going to ravage her and she was going to love every second of it. That was his promise and, even when that hidden side of his came out, Tyler was a man of his word.

After rendering her breathless by such heated kissing, he leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“Let’s get you naked,” he said to her.

Haylee just nodded, laying flat on her back as her ravenous lover did the rest. Like a beast unleashed, he ripped off her clothes, tearing through the oversized shirt she’d been wearing and ripping off her panties. The sound of shredded fabric filled the room, echoing over the sounds of the storm outside. It was ominous, yet uniquely stimulating.

Now fully naked, still lying under her lover’s domineering gaze, she shivered as the fresh air grazed over her exposed skin. At the same time, the growing warmth from her lover’s body mixed with hers, adding a sense of intimacy to such a heated mood.

“Stripped and exposed,” Tyler said as his scrutinized her nude form. “It’s already making you wet, isn’t it?”

As if to affirm his claim, he reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy with his hand. It sent another shiver up through her body, but one that had little to do with the cold air.

“Yeah, you’re definitely wet,” said Tyler with a lecherous grin, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give you my cock. You’re going to have to earn it!”

“I know,” Haylee said, still breathless, “and I will. I promise.”

“You better!”

In another act of controlling passion, Tyler grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. From there, he led her to the center of their king-sized bed, pushed her down so that she was on all-fours like a dog, and shoved her head towards his crotch, which now had a growing bulge. In the same way his more assertive side aroused her, being able to exercise that side had a similar effect on him.

“Do it. Suck me!” he ordered.

“Yes, my love,” Haylee said obediently.

With trembling hands, she grasped the side of his sweatpants and pulled them down to free his growing manhood. Once free, Tyler grabbed the side of her head and shoved it into her face, forcing her to take his length into her mouth. It was his way of telling her not to take it slow. They were not making sweet, passionate love tonight. What they were about to do was more basic and raw.

“Mmf!” Haylee gasped upon feeling his member between her lips.

“Yeah! That’s right,” Tyler said intently. “Suck my dick! Suck it hard!”

He set the tone, as he often did during acts of such heated intimacy. While keeping a firm grip on her head, he guided her into giving him the kind of hard, sloppy blowjob that few would’ve expected from a well-mannered, straight-A student who regularly volunteered at her local church.

Haylee volunteered just as eagerly to give her lover the kind of hardcore oral sex that he loved. Rising to the challenge, she sucked him hard and fast, really using her tongue to stimulate the most sensitive parts of her lover’s cock. She let it get messy and sloppy, not hiding the gagging and slobbering that such heated acts often incurred. She also knew how much he liked that. It even got him harder.

“Ohhh yes! Like that! Just like that!” Tyler grunted as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Harder and harder, she sucked him off. Beyond just setting the tone for their sex, it got him very erect. She could actually feel the veins in his manhood throbbing around her lips, aching for her sex.

She felt it in her own arousal, the burning heat between her thighs becoming unbearable. At one point, she reached between her legs and fingered her vagina, which got all the necessary juices flowing in preparation for the next step.

An extra-loud round of thunder followed. Looking up at her lover, she saw that Tyler had entered that state of mind in which the kind, gentle man became something far greater. Neither man nor beast, Tyler became a true embodiment of raw, masculine prowess.

In a perfect exercise of that prowess, Tyler commenced that next critical step. Having both achieved peak arousal, the time had come to turn their focused passion into something real.

“Enough!” bark Tyler, pulling her by the hair again to cease her oral sex. “I’m ready.”

“So am I,” she said, still panting heavily as saliva dripped down her chin.

“Then turn around and hold on. This is going to be harder than usual.”

It sounded more like a promise than a warning, as though the desire for a rougher brand of lovemaking extended deeper than the want for simple intimacy. Haylee didn’t have time to scrutinize it. Dazed by her arousal, she turned around and grabbed onto the headboard of their bed, still on all fours as her lover positioned himself behind her.

“Haylee…my beautiful, sexy love,” Tyler said as he shed his pants and threw them across the room.

“Tyler…take me!” she urged him.

Not needing more motivation at that point, Haylee braced herself as her lover positioned himself behind her. She really felt it when he grabbed her by the waist, his nails digging deep into her naked flesh as he aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. At that point, her heart raced and her lower body was fully ablaze with arousal.

Finally, he did it. With one fervent thrust of his hips, he entered her with his masculine flesh. Her world shook, but it was only the beginning.

“Oohhh Tyler!” she cried out.

Lust, passion, and that most primal urge to indulge in sensual delights took over from there. Like a man possessed by a beastie spirit, Tyler hammered away into her pussy, working his hips and pumping his cock within her tight folds. More thunder from the storm outside followed, but the commotion was easily overshadowed by the sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt. It was so hot and sensual while also being so raw and physical.

The bed rocked hard.

Her body rocked hard with it.

Everything about their sex was so hard and unhindered.

On top of all that, she loved it. Just as her love had promised, Haylee loved every second of it.

“Yes! Yes! Oohhh yes! Harder, Tyler! Fuck me harder!” she loudly proclaimed.

“You mean…like this!” he grunted.

He thrust into her with extra force, penetrating deeper, stimulating parts of her body that few dared stimulate. It was intense. She could only respond with louder moans of ecstasy. That was all the confirmation that Tyler needed.

He kept ravaging her, humping and pumping her with unfiltered lust. As he unleashed such immense energy, he leaned over and nibbled around her neck and ear. At one point, he even reached around and grasped her swaying breasts. He wasn’t gentle with that, either. He flat out squeezed it, pinching her nipples and sending a different surge of sensations coursing through her body.

Haylee could only respond with more squeals of delight. It quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm, but such rough, energetic sex made it difficult to process. She always came quicker and harder whenever she and Tyler pursued a less romantic brand of lovemaking. That didn’t make the pleasure any less enjoyable or intimate.

“Tyler…so hard! Coming…so hard!” was all Haylee managed to get out.

Her lover clearly didn’t hear her because he didn’t let up. He just kept humping away, even as she climaxed in the midst of their sex. Even as her body shuddered and her inner muscles contracted, he kept at it, indulging and immersing himself in her depths.

“Mmm…Tyler,” she said as he nibbled on her ear.

“Yeah…you like it like that!” he said. “I knew it!”

Once again vindicated, he kept at it, rocking her body and her world with his sex. At one point, the headboard started to dent parts of the wall. Tyler didn’t care and neither did she. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d left a mark or two from their ravenous lovemaking.

She just kept holding on and indulging, soaking in more sensations as the experience unfolded. Somewhere along the way, Tyler shifted their bodies and turned her over so that she was on her back again. From there, he got on top of her and resumed their heated sex, humping her missionary style while she held onto his shoulders and kept her legs fully spread.

Such a position also allowed her to see the shifting expression on his face. It morphed from one of manly grit to passionate desperation. It was a rare and beautiful sight to her, seeing Tyler go through that range of passions. He was capable of both loving tenderness and intense lust. That kind of range captured the full essence of who Tyler was, as a man. It also reminded her why she fell in love with him.

As he experienced the breadth of those passions, Haylee sensed him getting close to his peak. She’d had more than her share of ecstasy at that point. It was his turn.

“Please…don’t stop,” Haylee urged him.

“I won’t,” Tyler said strongly. “I’m so…so close. I…won’t…stop!”

With one final push, he delivered the last round of hard humping. Now covered in a light layer of sweat, he had pushed himself hard. That final barrier to complete ecstasy was so close. Now clinging to his neck, gazing into his eyes with equal determination, she guided him into that blissful world.

“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“That’s it, Tyler! That’s it!” she said to him.

She doubted he heard her. That didn’t stop her from admiring the orgasmic spectacle that followed.

In one final thrust, he drove his manhood into her depths as much as he could before getting his releasing. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, Haylee eagerly accepted his manly load, allowing it to mix with her moist depths. She maintained her hold on him every step of the way, feeling his body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

It was a unique kind of ecstasy. It was not the kind that could be gained through slow, gentle lovemaking. They did plenty of that and while satisfying in its own right, there was something profound about the feeling they experienced when they expressed their love in its hard, unhindered glory.

“Haylee…” her lover said breathlessly as he soaked in the feeling.

“Shhh…take it easy, my love. I’m here,” Haylee said lovingly.

Like magic, the softer side of love that the rest of the world saw with them returned. As the rush of their sexual release subsided, they returned to that more tender mindset. Despite his exhaustion, Tyler kissed her again. Unlike before, it was as caring and affectionate as any lover could ask for.

The rain kept pouring outside, but the thunder had ceased. It was as though nature had let them know that they had done enough to exercise their most intense passions. Taking that to heart, Tyler withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Before long, they were just another loving couple, cuddling together in a naked heap atop their bed.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Tyler mused as he caressed the side of her face.

“What is?” she asked with a warm smile.

“How we can make sweet, beautiful love one night and fuck like animals the next,” he said. “I’m not going to lie. It kind of overwhelms me at times.”

“It shouldn’t,” Haylee assured him. “In case those orgasmic cries weren’t clear enough, I love both. And you do them so well!”

“That also overwhelms me,” he said in a more serious tone. “The fact that I have this side of me…this side that loves that harder, rougher brand of sex…what does that say about me?”

“You mean other than being a man of diverse sexual tastes?” she said coyly. “Well, as someone who loves you to no end, I think it also says you’re a man of immense passions. Some are harder to express than others. But when you do, it makes me feel special…knowing we can share those passions together.”

 

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Daily Sexy Musing: Happy Friday Edition

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Greetings and Happy Friday, everybody! I know it’s somewhat inane, especially if you have to work on the weekends. Trust me, I understand that sentiment. For a good chunk of my 20s, I worked at a company that required me to work on Saturdays. That meant anyone who greeted me with a Happy Friday was just rubbing salt in the wound, albeit unknowingly.

I no longer have that job anymore. I’m now in a position where I can appreciate someone who greets me with a Happy Friday. For most people with a regular work schedule, Fridays are among the best days of the week. Whether you’re in school or working, it’s the end of a rigorous work week and the start of the weekend. What’s not to love about that?

Fridays are the days when most people try to go out and have some fun. Sometimes, that fun involves something sexy. A lot of date nights are on Friday. A lot of celebratory lovemaking occurs on Fridays. I lived in a co-ed dorm in college. I remember how active Friday nights were.

It’s still somewhat cliched, treating the end of the week as though it’s a full-blown holiday. However, I think that’s exactly the kind of spirit we need in our lives. We don’t have to reserve that spirit for a few days out of the year. Why can’t we channel some of that passion on a weekly basis? If so, what better day to do so than Fridays?

To those working this weekend, I apologize if this comes off as empty rhetoric. Again, I’ve been there. I know how you feel. To you and those looking to enjoy their Friday, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing helps. Enjoy!

The week is over.

The journey is complete.

The blood, sweat, and toil have ceased.

Friday has come and I’m ready to enjoy it. Like anything, though, it’s easier to appreciate when you have someone to enjoy it with. That’s where you come in.

For five days, we’ve rolled out of bed, worked hard, and earned our keep. Our passions, energy, and focus had to go in many different directions. Few were sexy and even fewer were memorable. Like so many others, we put in the time to do our part. Once again, we followed the rules and paid our dues. Now, it’s time to collect our reward.

Tomorrow, the burdens are lifted.

Tonight, we celebrate as we undo the locks.

The sun goes down and our paths cross. Much of the stress, anxiety, and concern of the past five days. I take you in my arms and you take me in yours. Like a breath of fresh air, it leaves us elevated and energized. I don’t know what I’ll do over the weekend, but I know what I want now.

Being with you, no longer encumbered by thoughts of another early morning, pent up passions come pouring out. We can finally shed the clothes, demeanor, and formalities that have stifled us all week. There’s no need for anything elaborate. We just need each other, our love, and a bed that and support our bodies.

It’s Friday.

We’re home.

We’re together.

That’s all we need.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Powers of X #1

Lifelong comic book fans like myself wake up every Wednesday morning with a mix of excitement, anticipation, and dread. It’s a weekly event in which the worlds we love grow just a little bit bigger. However, not all New Comic Book Days are treated the same. Some are more memorable than others and I have a feeling that “Powers of X #1” will make this particular Wednesday feel special for X-Men fans.

The X-Men comics are in a major state of transition and upheaval. In the past, that has usually meant they’re facing yet another extinction event. Whether it’s Sentinels killing 16 million mutants or the Scarlet Witch going crazy, big change usually means the X-Men have to stave off another genocide.

Writer Jonathan Hickman is not taking that approach. As someone who has been reading X-Men comics for a good chunk of his life, I find it both overdue and refreshing. In “House of X #1,” he set out to build a bold new world for mutants. In “Powers of X #1,” he puts this world into a much greater context that will likely have X-Men fans talking for years to come.

This new vision for the X-Men isn’t just causing major upheavals in the present. It’s having an impact on the past and future, as well. Historically, this usually means that there’s yet another terrible dystopian future about to unfold and the X-Men already have way too many of those.

With Hickman, however, it’s not nearly as clear-cut and that’s exactly what makes “Powers of X #1” so engaging.

This isn’t just another case of some fateful decision in the past having dire consequences in the future. There’s no moment with Skynet or time traveling assassins. With “Powers of X #1,” the story unfolds across four distinct time periods. One takes place in the X-Men’s past. The other continues part of the story in the present that begins in “House of X #1.” The last two take place at multiple points in the future.

While much of the story unfolds in the future, there’s a never a sense that they’re too disconnected from the past or present. There are a host of new characters with familiar powers and appearances. Artist R. B. Silva is not subtle in who inspired the designs of these characters and that’s critical because a lot transpires in a short span of time.

We don’t get to know these characters very well, given their limited face time, but they do plenty to establish distinct personalities and motivations. We get a sense for what they’re after and what’s at stake. It’s not entirely dystopian in tone, but it is dire and not just for mutants.

Once again, Hickman goes heave on the world-building. In between Silva’s colorful depictions are little insights into how this future took shape. It’s not a simple as one fateful choice or one fateful death. It’s more a culmination of conflicts.

Mutants are on the brink, but it’s not because of a plague or a genocidal war. In this future, humans aren’t the enemy, but what they’ve become certainly is. They’re not just a bunch of fearful, mutant-hating zealots trying to product themselves with killer robots. They’ve actually become something more menacing.

The details aren’t all in place, but the hints are there. While mutants built on the foundation that Charles Xavier established, humanity went down a different path and it’s not one conducive to peace, love, puppies, and whiskey. Familiar faces like the Nimrod Sentinel make that abundantly clear, but it’s the new faces that add the most intrigue.

Nimrod and the other humans around it aren’t just human anymore. They’ve become part machine, as well. However, these aren’t Terminator knock-offs. They still have personalities. They even talk and converse like humans. They’re a whole new order of humans that Hickman identifies as the Man-Machine Supremacy. Given the events of “House of X #1,” it fits perfectly.

It also makes a twisted bit of sense in a not-so-dystopian way. In a world where mutants are suddenly organized, complete with a homeland and collective vision, humanity seems doomed to obsolesce. They’re only choice is to evolve in a new way so they have a chance at competing.

The story covers many concepts and raises many questions, but “Powers of X #1” works because there are just enough hints at the answers. It perfectly complements what “House of X #1” established with respect to setting, tone, and vision. Hickman creates a perspective that neither humans nor mutants want to go extinct. They both seek a bold vision for their future, but there’s only room for one in the future.

Every vision begins with a dream. Bold visions inspire bolder actions. This is the heart of what makes the X-Men who they are. It’s also the driving force behind the many conflicts they face. A book like “Powers of X #1” doesn’t attempt to subvert that conflict. It simply dares to evolve it in a new direction.

What this means for the X-Men comics moving forward remains to be seen, but it’s very likely that “Powers of X #1” will be one of those comics that gets cited for years to come as a major turning point. It affirms that while all New Comic Book Days are special in their own right, some will always be more special than others.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Being Tough

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There are many traits that people find sexy, but only a handful are universal. These special traits transcend race, gender, body type, culture, and even kinks, to some extent. Not many traits check everyone of those boxes, but toughness is definitely one of them. I would even argue it’s one of the best.

Even without its sexual connotations, toughness in a lover has plenty of appeal. I say that as someone who grew up with some tough individuals, many of which are close relatives. A few served in the military. Some overcame some serious hardship against illness, injury, or poverty. Others are just the kind of people you want on your side in a fight.

I know the value of toughness. I also know that it’s not the same as being physically strong or mentally capable. To be tough is to push yourself in ways that go beyond the call of duty. It often requires that we rise above our limits and expectations. That can mean subjecting ourselves to unpleasant experiences in the name of achieving something greater.

That entire concept is something we want in our lovers. Whether it’s protecting us from harm or birthing our children, we want and need our partners to be tough. Love may bring us together, but toughness makes that love stronger. A tough lover can do many amazing things for a relationship, including the things that are clothing optional. I want this Daily Sexy Musing to highlight this. Enjoy!

We endured the hardship.

We fought the obstacles.

We overcame the odds.

We absorbed the blows.

Through each challenge and trial, we feel the sting of strife. At times, it hurts. The pain is real and leaves lingering scars. Sometimes, it’s more subtle. We don’t even feel it, at first. From tasks that strain our minds to feelings that damage our spirits, we are weighted down by many burdens. It hinders our ability to celebrate our love at every turn.

Every step comes with struggle.

Every reward comes with cost.

Every gain comes with loss.

A shallow love has no chance. Like thin ice or brittle glass, it shatters at the slightest disruption. You’re not like that and neither am I. Our hearts and souls are more robust than that. I gladly share your pain, just as you eagerly share mine. It leaves us weaker in the moment, but stronger in the long run.

Together, we harden ourselves, but strengthen our hearts. We’ll navigate the storm, but never feel wet. I’ll take the hit and I’ll do so with a smile. That’s what love like ours can do. Alone, my first instinct is to avoid hardship. With you, I eagerly endure it. In doing so, I articulate my love without a single word.

You get the message, loud and clear. You return the favor, affirming our love and demonstrating your strength. My heart and soul gushes for you. What started with love has become a connection.

That connection is strong.

That connection is deep.

Most importantly, that connection is ours.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Tickle Fight Edition

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As kids, tickling is just simple, innocent fun. It’s an easy way to get others to smile without having to beg parents for candy. As adults, however, it takes on a much more mature undertone. Sometimes, it’s just innocent play between lovers. It can be done in a completely non-sexual way and that’s fine. Some, like myself, prefer a more intimate kind of tickling.

I know I prefer it was something my ex-girlfriend and I regularly enjoyed while we were together. It didn’t matter if we were watching a movie, hanging out, or just felt bored. We’d get a little closer, exchange a few intimate gestures, and then the tickle fight commenced. Some became quite epic, but even when they didn’t result in anything sexy, it was fun.

It’s when things get sexy that tickle fights get really interesting. There is some real science behind tickling and there are some people who are very turned on by it. It can be a precursor to foreplay. There are times when the line between playfulness and sexiness blurs. That’s when things can get sweet, sexy, and fun. That’s a great combination.

Tickling is one of those rare gestures that kids and adults like can appreciate, albeit for very different reasons. It’s the kind of fun that can be both innocent and kinky, depending on how you go about it. Not many things have that kind of range. It certainly warrants acknowledgement with my Sexy Sunday Thoughts. Enjoy!


“When you think about it, piety is basically a divinity fetish.”


“Valuing the journey over the destination is challenging for those attempting to arrange a threesome.”


“An awkward erection is poetic way for a man’s body to give him the finger.”


“A small part of a mother’s love for her child stems from the joy that came from the effort to make them.”


“These days, having a kink requires equal amounts of imagination, honesty, and an ability to delete browsing history.”


“Being a masochist must really confuse bullies.”


“Underwear indirectly implies that we’re afraid to venture into the world without at least two layers of fabric to protect our genitals.”


I hope that got everyone feeling a little friskier. Regardless of age, maturity, or orientation, we all need a little laughter and joy in our lives. Tickling is one of the easiest ways to achieve that. If you can share it with a lover, then that makes it even better. If that tickling leads to something sexier, then that’s just an exceedingly sweet bonus.

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How I Lost And Regained My Self-Esteem

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Self-esteem is one of those concepts that has gained a mixed reputation in recent years. To some extent, that reputation is well-earned. We’ve all dealt with people with an inflated ego. Being around them for extended periods can range from frustrating to intolerable. Some have even called the glut of self-esteem and its narcissistic byproducts an epidemic.

Personally, I think that claim is overly hyperbolic. However, I understand the popular sentiment. I was a kid around the time the cracks in the the self-esteem movement really started to show. I sat through many of those classes that espoused the value of self-esteem. I saw all those PSA’s after popular kids shows encouraging kids to believe in themselves no matter what. Even by kid standards, I thought they were cheesy.

At the same time, I was dealing with a lot of personal issues and my self-esteem was often a big part of those issues. I went through periods of my young life when I thought I could do anything. I went through other periods where I thought was a worthless waste of flesh. Going through the rigors of puberty, enduring high school, and dealing with some less-than-ideal health situations certainly didn’t help.

It was worse than this.

In short, I had a lot of self-esteem as a kid. I really believed in myself and I fought hard to affirm that belief. Then, as I became a teenager, I lost my self-esteem. I became a miserable, self-loathing hunk of living misery. I don’t know how I could’ve felt worse about myself. Then, as an adult, I got my self-esteem back and I haven’t let go over it since.

It was a roller coaster ride, to say the least. It wasn’t always a smooth ride and I found many ways to make it harder for myself. The older I get, the more I realize how misguided I was and how much of it was my own doing. I like to think I’ve learned form it. I also think the experience is worth sharing. Hopefully, others can relate. Perhaps, those who struggled like I did can glean lessons I wish I’d learned earlier.

Before I get into the details of this story, I want to make one thing clear. I don’t blame the self-esteem movement that has become so popular to bash.

I don’t blame the schools, either. I grew up in an area where the schools were great, for the most part. By almost any measure, I was lucky. I got an education that many kids in America would envy.

I sure as hell won’t blame my parents and family. In fact, they’re the heroes of this story. They put up with me at times when I was downright insufferable. My mother, my father, and my siblings did all the right things for a kid like me. I’m lucky they were there because things could’ve turned out way worse for me and I have nobody to blame but myself.

To understand where my self-esteem issues began, it’s necessary to understand the kind of kid I was growing up. For the most part, I was pretty normal. However, if there was one trait that set me apart from the other kids, it was how uptight I was.

By that, I don’t just mean I was stressed out by tests and homework. I was the kind of kid who would get anxious and upset if a school bus was late. I always had to be on time. I always had to get things done early. I didn’t procrastinate on anything. That may sound like a useful trait, but the way I went about it made it a liability.

Between being so uptight with timing, I was just as uptight when it came to grades. Anything less than a perfect score was disappointing. I had this mentality where there were only A’s and F’s and nothing in between. Again, this is not something my parents, teachers, or counselors imposed on me. This is something I did to myself.

I held myself to a high standard. I bought into the idea that just believing in yourself was enough to achieve anything. I’d read it in superhero comics. I’d seen it in cartoons. I genuinely believed I was smart and capable at a level that grossly exceeded my actual abilities. Call it inflated self-esteem, if you want. The end result was the same. When you set impossible standards, you set yourself up for inevitable failure.

My parents warned me, as did my siblings and friends. Everybody warned me that I was being too hard on myself. In hindsight, I should’ve listened. I really wish I had because it set me up for some very difficult teen years.

On top of that, this is around the same time I developed a terrible acne problem that plagued me into my 20s. I also developed asthma that made basic exercise or just a typical gym class feel like prolonged torture so on top of having an acne-ridden face, I was also out of shape. It made me extremely self-conscious of my looks and when you’re ready uptight, that’s a bad combination.

Altogether, this hit my self-esteem the same way a flame-thrower hit a wounded fly. I didn’t just lose my confidence. For a while, my sense of self-worth was hanging by the thinnest of threads. It got to a point where I just started randomly insulting myself. It wasn’t a funny kind of self-deprecation, either. My parents and siblings got downright angry with me whenever I did it, but that rarely dissuaded me.

It got bad. For a while, I had a hard time believing it would get much better. I honestly thought my self-esteem was gone and I was destined to be a walking ball of misery. Then, something remarkable happened.

It wasn’t some incredible epiphany, either. As soon as I graduated high school and entered the adult world, I found a new kind of confidence. It didn’t happen overnight, but there was definitely a transition. It started in college, but it only blossomed as I got older and gained more life experience.

I think the catalyst for that change came when I got my first taste of independence. In college, my life wasn’t so micromanaged. I could actually set my own schedule, plan my own day, and make my own choices. Granted, it wasn’t total freedom. I was going to college on my parents’ dollar. However, compared to high school, it was like getting paroled.

In this environment, I learned something critical that I hadn’t learned in high school or from cheesy after school specials. To have self-esteem, it’s not enough to just believe in yourself. You have to work for it. You have to earn that feeling of accomplishment. It’s not easy, but it’s worth doing and by achieving it, you’re going to feel better about yourself, by default.

It also helped that I became much less uptight in college. To some extent, I do blame some of the messages I got in high school. I had been under the impression that if I didn’t get perfect grades in high school, then I would never go to college and I would die poor and lonely. Even if that impression was misguided, it was such a relief to find out my failures in high school did not define me.

That Spanish test I failed in my sophomore year did not ruin my future.

That assignment I botched in my physics class during my Junior year did not decide my fate.

That may not sound like a big deal to most people, but for someone who was as uptight as me, it was eye-opening. It caused me to re-evaluate my approach to personal standards, real achievement, and how I graded myself.

Suddenly, my personal world didn’t seem so dire. There was some room for error. I could make mistakes, learn from them, and be better for it. To my younger self, that concept might as well have been an alien language. I didn’t care about the process. I cared only for the result. I had to learn that appreciating the process helped me work towards those results.

This didn’t just extend to college. It also helped with my personal life and my health. In college, I got my first girlfriend. I actually developed a social life where I made friends, went to parties, and hung out with people. I was still socially awkward. To this day, I’m still behind the curve in that respect. However, I’m light-years ahead of where I was in my youth.

Things really picked up when I started taking care of myself. Instead of just laying around, feeling sorry for myself, I started exercising. I got serious about treating my acne. I sank most of my savings into fixing my eyesight so that I didn’t have to wear thick glasses anymore. In short, I invested in myself. Like any good investment, it didn’t pay off immediately. Over time, though, the results compounded.

Bit by bit, my self-esteem returned. I had to work for it. Whether it was developing better study skills or getting into shape, I actually had to get up in the morning and make a concerted effort. I know it sounds like common sense, but to my younger self, it seemed so hopeless. If I couldn’t achieve everything all at once, then why bother? It was a terrible mindset and one that held me back.

Today, I have the confidence and self-esteem to share this story. I can even look back on those difficult times and laugh at how I acted. Some close family members will even laugh with me, even though I did not make things easy for them. They definitely did their part. They helped keep me from falling too deep into despair. It just took me a while to do my part, as well.

It would be easy for me to make excuses for my struggles. I could’ve blamed the self-esteem movement, misguided teachers, and after school specials that aired in between my favorite cartoon. In the end, they would still be empty. I still made the choices that made me miserable.

I set myself for disappointment and frustration. Nobody was going to come along and fix everything for me. Nothing was going to resolve itself, just by hoping for the best. In the end, my self-esteem was like any other skill or challenge. I had to apply myself. I had to work hard to earn the results I sought. They were hard lessons to learn, but they were worth learning.

I just wished I’d learned them sooner.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Skilled Hands

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There are many sexy parts of the human body. Some are inherently more sexy than others, but everyone has their preferences when it comes to which parts they admire. I certainly have my favorites. Being a healthy straight male, I think most can surmise which body parts I most admire. However, there are some parts that I feel don’t get the attention or respect they deserves.

Those parts are our hands. I’ll give everyone a second to finish rolling their eyes, but I believe there’s a case to be made for hands being the most under-appreciated tool in our intimate arsenal. Now, I don’t deny that hands aren’t the first body part that gets our attention when we see someone attractive. It might not even be the fifth. However, it’s utility in all things sexy is beyond dispute.

In many cases, our first romantic gesture involves touch. Whether it’s holding hands or heavy petting, we use our hands to convey all sorts of intimacy. Most people know how to caress and fondle. It’s as natural as breathing for thinking, emotional creatures. It only gets really interesting when lovers develop some skill with their hands.

Make no mistake. Skill makes a difference. I know this because I’ve known men and women who use their hands to do more than simply touch. They know exactly where, how, and what intensity to use in conveying their passions. It shows in how they deal with their lovers. They can make another person feel loved and satisfied without saying a word and while keeping their clothes on, no less.

Hands are undeniably useful and deceptively powerful. That special skill can be wielded by men and women alike. It often takes practice and refinement, but it’s definitely worth doing. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing affirms that. Enjoy!

I crack my knuckles.

I focus my mind.

I rub my hands together, creating a warmth I hope to convey.

You stand before me, waiting and eager. There’s so much to say and do. We’ve finally found the time and space to focus only on each other. I want to make it count, but there’s only so much I can put into words. How I feel and what I desire simply defies description.

Thankfully, there are other ways of telling your lover how you feel.

With my hands, I lightly graze your face with my fingers. Then, I trail down your chin and neck, finding those extra-sensitive spots I know so well. You shiver and shudder every step of the way, just as I’d hoped. I don’t have to say anything. I just smile and let my hands do the talking.

These hands can say more than most. Whereas some develop their speaking skills, I chose to refine how I touch and feel my way around my lover. Practice and dedication, combined with trial and error, have made me adept at making every tactile gesture matter. I’ve also made sure you reap the benefits.

Through my touch, I show how much I want you.

Through my touch, I convey how much I love you.

Through my touch, I inspire your greatest passions.

My skilled hands work their magic. You eagerly succumb to my spell. Guided by my hands, I take you in my arms and we follow this new passion. What starts as a simple touch can become so much more. With skilled hands, they can become truly powerful.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Intimate Feats Of Strength

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In the vast spectrum that constitutes one’s sex appeal, strength is one of the most basic manifestations of that appeal. By strength, I don’t just mean an ability to bench press a refrigerator. Strength can take many forms, from lifting heavy boxes to giving birth to new life. At its core, it reflects an ability to forge something new into a chaotic world that doesn’t change easily.

As someone who used to be out of shape and under-motivated, I can attest to the benefits that basic strength can lend to our sex appeal. I noticed it shortly after I began working out. When I pushed myself and achieved a feat of strength, whether it was running five miles on a treadmill or bench pressing 150 pounds, I felt inherently sexier.

I can also attest that seeing women perform feats of strength makes them sexier. That’s not just my love of female superheroes talking, either. When we see someone pull off an amazing act of strength, we can’t help but feel attracted to it. Even if we’re intimidated on some levels, it gets our attention for all the right reasons.

For that reason, feeling strong and feeling sexy often go together. When we exercise or apply our strength, we demonstrate just how much we’re willing to push ourselves to achieve what we desire. It’s as sexual as it is practical. In that spirit, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing functions as both an acknowledgement and a celebration of that strength. Enjoy!

I push and pull.

I left and lug.

I grunt and grit.

Through it all, I endure the strain and you take notice.

By now, the dirt and grime has accumulated on my flesh. Sweat pours down my brow as my muscles ache from extended use. The air around me is thick with hot musk and it only gets thicker with every strenuous act. Through it all, I can feel your eyes upon me. I can also sense your intrigue growing.

My body is just a mechanism. Through it, I exact my will as best I can. To get what I want, I need strength. To get that strength, I exercise and toil. You’ve watched me every step of the way, encouraging and motivating my spirit at every turn. At first, it’s to help me. In time, however, it affects you in the most intimate ways.

The sweat provides spectacle.

The musk provides ambience.

The grit provides inspiration.

The results evoke intrigue.

I can see it in your face, thoughts and fantasies dancing across your mind. You want to see my strength applied in a more sensual context. With it, a simple touch is not so simple. Every kiss, embrace, and caress gains more power and meaning. You don’t just seek it. You crave it.

My strength is your spark.

My strength is your fuel.

My strength is a powerful signal.

I can handle the rigors of your love. You believe your desire is enough to endure my strength. Neither one of us is certain, but we’re both so eager to find out.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: San Diego Comic Con 2019 Edition

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For most people, the middle of July is just the epicenter of summer. School is out, the pools are open, and heat waves are the norm rather than the exception. It’s not a bad time of year by any stretch. However, if you’re a fan of comic books, superhero movies, and all things geek culture, this time of year is basically the Super Bowl and Christmas.

That’s because the San Diego Comic Con is going on and for those who love superhero comics as much as me, it’s one of the most wonderful times of the year. It’s not just about teasers, movie trailers, or news about upcoming comics. It’s an event like no other. Whether you’re a fan of the X-Men, Superman, or the Walking Dead, Comic Con has something awesome to offer.

One of the best parts this most uncanny event is the cos-players. As someone who has dressed up more than once for the New York Comic Con, I can attest the joy of this colorful side of fandom. It’s not just about geeks wearing costumes on a day that isn’t Halloween. It’s passionate fans showing how much they love something. That passion is worthy of respect.

I’ve met many amazing cos-players. Some really raise the bar their costumes. The people behind these costumes are incredible people. They love what they do and they look awesome while enjoying it. There’s so much fun to be had at events like this. One day, I hope to go to San Diego Comic Con. For now, I’m content to celebrate it and the cos-players who make it awesome with my Sexy Sunday Thoughts. Enjoy!


“Laughter might be the best medicine, but making love is far more effective at healing.”


“For many people, an orgasm is their first overtly religious proclamation.”


“To some extent, divorce is the romantic equivalent of a cancellation fee.”


“A wedding may be the best day of your life, but your honeymoon will always be the more fun.”


“Being in love means wanting to be part of someone’s life, but obsession means wanting to dominate their life.”


“Orgasms are one of the few things where quality and quantity are equally desirable.”


“Love potions in fairy tales are just kid-friendly version of a drunken hook-up.”


To all those lucky enough to attend the San Diego Comic Con and those who made it more awesome by dressing up for cos-play, I sincerely thank you. This has been an amazing year for superhero comics and superhero media. It’s hard to know what to expect, but after taking in the festivities of Comic Con, the future looks bright, colorful, and sexy. Nuff said!

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