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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Sexy Legs Edition

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That too,” he admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a promise?” Heather asked playfully.

“No. That’s a certainty!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready, my love,” she told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That mean you like it?” Blake teased.

“Yes! Fuck yes, that feels great!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Already? Whoa!” Blake said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More like an almost,” said Heather coyly.

“Almost? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to find out!”

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

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

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

“I always knew it was there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s…let’s do it together!”

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

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

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

“Oohhh Blake!”

“Ohhh Heather!”

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

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

It was like two hearts beating together.

It was like two minds sharing a single thought.

It was like two bodies becoming truly one.

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

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

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

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

“Good to know!”

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

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Daily Sexy Musing: Cooking and Sexy Chefs

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

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

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

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

The water is boiling.

The ingredients are mixed.

The meat is searing.

The oven is hot.

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

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

You mix it all together.

You present it in perfect proportions.

You serve it and yourself in a single dish.

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

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

You cooked the perfect meal.

I shall serve the perfect desert.

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

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

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

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

Eva One’s First Test

Adam One’s First Test

My First Sex Robot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Good Sexting Edition

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

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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“My First Sex Robot” A Sexy Short Story (About Sex Robots)

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The following is a sexy short story about sex robots, the near future, and what it may do for birthday presents moving forward. I’ve written a lot about the potential and controversies surrounding sex robots, but there will always be room for the sexy stories they inspire. This is just one of them. Enjoy!

“Happy Birthday, son! Hope she gives you the joy you deserve.”

That was the sentimental message that Tom Woolf read on the birthday card his father left him just before leaving on a business trip. While it wasn’t the first time his dad had been gone on his birthday, he’d never left such an unexpected gift. Tom was usually content with a gift card or cash, but his father went the extra mile this year. He might have even gone too far.

“Greetings, Thomas Alford Woolf,” said a strong, feminine voice. “My name is Alice, Version 2.8. I am a Romantix Companions sex robot. I specialize in providing intimate company to teenage boys.”

Tom stood in the middle of his bedroom, his mouth hung open in shock. He blinked a few times in disbelief, wanting to make sure this was real. Near as he could tell, it was no elaborate fantasy. His father had bought him – his teenage son who never had a girlfriend – a sex robot.

It had been waiting for him in some oversized crate that stood next to his bed. As soon as he entered his room, it opened automatically and a very shapely, very naked female figure emerged from it. Tom tried to approach it, but froze halfway. He wasn’t sure whether he should be ecstatic or appalled.

“Um…hi?” was all Tom managed to get out.

“Hello,” Alice replied in her robotic, yet feminine tone. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tom. I look forward to satisfying your sexual needs.”

Those words were the basis of so many sexual fantasies. Hearing them out loud, even from a robot, sent Tom’s mind and genitals into overdrive. Having just gotten home from school, expecting to enjoy an empty basement for the afternoon, he needed several moments to make sense of it all.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been that surprised. His father, after all, was an executive at Piermann Robotics. Romantix Companions was a subsidy of that company and one his Uncle James joked about every chance he got. He could only imagine what his Uncle would say about this, but he might not have been surprised, either. As Tom approached the stunning female figure, he surmised his father’s twisted logic.

“You’ve really done it now, Dad,” he said distantly. “You’re as eccentric as everyone says you are…just not in the way they think.”

Tom might have been young, but he wasn’t stupid. Everyone thought his dad was off, even before he divorced his first wife. However, he often sold himself as a radical pragmatist. He liked coming up with crazy solutions that made too much sense. Getting his teenage son a sex robot after moving to a new town definitely counted.

It wasn’t like Tom hid his disdain for moving. This new town was over 800 miles from the place he’d grown up. All those friends he’d made at his old school were now in another time zone. Among those friends was Alana Fairchild, a girl he’d been seeing since freshman year. She’d been his first kiss. For a while, Tom thought she’d be his first lover. Then, his dad told him they had to pack up and move because he’d gotten a major promotion at the company.

That was over a year ago and Tom still hadn’t recovered. His new school was decent, but he struggled to make friends. He struggled even more with girls. He and Alana hadn’t parted under friendly terms. After he told her he was moving, she pretended they were never a thing. It broke his heart. Getting over his parents’ divorce was easier. At least that happened before he was a teenager.

His father must have thought, with that quirky brain of his, that a sex robot could help. As it just so happened, he was in a position to get one. Sex robots were still new, but only rich people could afford them. Tom had yet to hear a case of some teenager’s rich father buying him one for his birthday. For all he knew, he was the first.

“Alice,” Tom said, finally breaking the silence. “Just out of curiosity, how much personal info did my father give you?”

“Only as much as necessary,” she responded.

“And that entails what, exactly?” he asked anxiously.

“Nothing he could not readily obtain from personal memory, social media, and basic knowledge of a teenage male. While I cannot divulge my source code, I can confirm that your father customized me to serve you and only you. My physical appearance, my personality, and even my emotional core was designed with you in mind.”

“Your emotional core? So…you have feelings?”

“Of course, I do,” she said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She smiled at him. It was not some pre-recorded response. Now standing right in front of her, he could sense how real those feelings were.

Alice was definitely not the clunky robots from his father’s youth. She looked very real. If she were to walk down the street, nobody would’ve suspected she was a robot. They just would’ve seen a beautiful young woman with a beautiful feminine figure. Being so close to her, he nervously reached out to touch her. He was so overwhelmed that he trembled.

“It’s okay, Tom. Go on. Touch me,” Alice told him, still smiling.

She gently grasped his wrists and guided his hands onto her face. Much to his amazement, it felt real. There was nothing fake or plastic about it. Alice’s skin felt like real human flesh, warmth and all.

With his hands on her face, Tom scrutinized the rest of her body. In addition to feeling real, her beauty was every bit as real. She looked like a mash-up of every female pop star, porn star, and actress. There wasn’t a single blemish on her skin. She had an incredibly feminine physique, complete with shapely hips and ample breasts.

At the same time, her beauty wasn’t overdone. She had the figure of a model, but the overall looks of some cute girl who lived down the street. Given his father’s connections, she could’ve looked like something out of this world. Tom was glad that wasn’t the case. Alice looking and feeling so life-like made the whole idea easier to process.

Then, there were the more intimate features of Alice’s body. Near as he could tell, her breasts, butt, and genitals were just as real. He’d seen enough porn and R-rated movies to know how they look. However, he was still hesitant to confirm that.

“Your hands are soft,” she said. “Here. Feel my breasts and pussy.”

Alice didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Still gripping her wrists, she guided one hand to her breast and the other between her legs. Tom almost fell over himself. He must have looked foolish because he swore Alice snickered at him.

Despite blushing profusely, he maintained his composure. He also affirmed that Romantix Companions knew the intricacies of female anatomy. Her soft, fleshy breast felt as real as her face. The features of her genitalia were just as life-like. Tom had passed health class in high school. He knew the difference between a vagina, a labia, and a vulva. However, knowing the difference was not the same as feeling the difference.

“Wow, that’s…wow,” he stammered.

“That’s it. Don’t be shy,” said Alice. “I want you to touch my body. It feels good.”

“It feels good?” he asked, not forgetting that she was a robot.

“Yes, it does,” she said with a humored laugh. “My body is laden with tactile sensors. Touching stimulates them. The data they generate is akin to pleasure. Some elicit more data than others.”

She made her point by encouraging more touch. He urged him to squeeze her breast, pinch her nipples, and finger her vagina. Again, it took him by surprise. At the same time, it reassured him that Alice was more than just a sex toy.

Her breasts didn’t just feel real. She reacted to how he fondled them. Her reactions were even stronger with how he touched her pussy. Tom might have known the basic of female anatomy, but he had little direct experience with it. He and his ex-girlfriend never got that far in their relationship. She’d showed him her breasts, but he’d never seen her naked, let alone touched her genitals.

Despite his lack of familiarity, Tom learned quickly from her reactions. Through fondling and fingering, he got a feel for how Alice liked to be touched. He couldn’t be sure whether a woman’s pussy functioned the same, but Alice’s favorable moans gave him certainty. It also revealed that not every feature was purely mechanical.

“Alice, you’re uh…wet,” Tom said, smiling awkwardly.

“I know. That’s because I’m sexually aroused,” said Alice. “That means I’m horny.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of a given,” he laughed, “it’s just…”

“I understand. My synthetic flesh takes some getting used to, but my physiological response is designed to closely mirror that of a biological woman. That means I secrete fluids. That also means I can have real orgasms.”

“Real orgasms?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“If you consider an orgasm to be a release of pleasure and pleasure to be stimulus and stimulus to be data…then yes, my orgasms are as real.”

Tom removed his hand from her inner thighs. His fingers dripped with viscous fluid. He didn’t know how close it mirrored a woman. For all he knew, there was a miniature tank inside Alice and the fluid was discount baby oil.

He looked at his fingers and then back at Alice. Robot or not, she conveyed an affectionate sentiment. In her, he didn’t just see a robot. He saw someone who genuinely wanted him. Having touched her naked body and affirmed her sentience, Tom wanted her too.

“Now that you know my features, would you like to have sex with me, Tom?” she asked him.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He was a lonely, horny teenager. Robot or not, a beautiful woman just offered him sex. It was still his birthday, after all. He couldn’t think of a better gift.

“Yes. Yes, I would,” he said, no longer stammering with his words.

“Wonderful!” Alice said with uncanny excitement. “Do you need assistance in getting undressed?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind. This is uh…my first time, after all.”

“I understand. Don’t worry. My protocols have prepared me for just such a scenario.”

Those words raised all sorts of questions. Did his father specifically program Alice to help him lose his virginity? Did Romantix Companions make robots that specialized in helping inexperienced teenagers? Tom would’ve loved to ponder the implications, but he had more pressing matters before him.

With his heart racing and his hands trembling, he removed his shirt and undid his pants. He was so excited that he fumbled somewhat with his belt. Alice, still smiling with affection and desire, helped him take it off and remove his pants. It was a bit of a challenge with raging semi in his boxers. She still got them off with tact and care. Those preparations she mentioned really showed their worth.

It was still nerve-racking. He almost tripped over his feet when he stepped out of his shoes and socks. Being naked in front of a beautiful woman was a new, exciting experience. If he were making a fool of himself, Alice didn’t hold it against him. As soon as he kicked his clothes aside, she drew him into a naked embrace.

“You’re a handsome young man, Tom,” Alice said to him. “You have a nice endowment, as well.”

“Um…thanks,” Tom said, blushing profusely. “You don’t have to lie.”

“It’s not a lie,” she replied. “My database includes knowledge on the average size of male genitalia. I can confirm that your penis is above average, in terms of length.”

Tom had to stop himself from laughing. As lifelike as Alice looked and felt, she was still a robot…a beautiful, sexy robot that wanted him as much as he wanted her.

In her embrace, naked skin touched naked skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing up against his bare chest. His hands still trembling, Tom explored more of her figure, feeling up her hips, thighs, and butt. It felt so warm, her flesh radiating with sensual energy. She was so beautiful and sexy that he was somewhat paralyzed in her grasp.

“Tom, would you like to kiss me?” Alice asked.

“Yes. I’d like that,” said Tom, having regained his focus.

This part felt less daunting. He’d kissed a girl before. It wasn’t too intense, but it was no peck on the cheek. He felt a bit more confident when he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

Even with that confidence, what unfolded after was uncharted territory. Her lips felt as real as her breasts and pussy. Even her tongue had the same consistency as a real woman. He still wasn’t sure on the inner workings, but he was beyond caring.

He was kissing Alice on the lips.

He was grasping her butt with both hands.

He was standing naked with her in his bedroom.

It was a scene right out of a cheesy romance movie and a porno. They kissed, gasped, and explored one another’s naked bodies with their hands. It was so overwhelming that his knees almost buckled. The idea of having sex with a beautiful woman, robot or not, sent his hormones into overdrive.

“Your body feels so nice,” Alice told him.

“So does yours,” he replied. “If you’re ready, I’d like to get in bed with you.”

“I’d like that too, Tom. Please, lead the way.”

She broke the embrace and took his hand, urging him to guide her with her amorous gaze. Tom had never been much of a leader. Even before he moved, he rarely sought that role. It might have been the byproduct of having a naked woman in his arms, but he’d never felt so empowered.

Despite so much nervousness and excitement, he led Alice to his bed. It marked the first time in his life that he wished he’d made it earlier that morning, but she didn’t hold it against him. She willingly and eagerly joined him atop the ruffled sheets.

From there, they kissed again. This time, Tom didn’t have to worry about his legs giving out. He kissed, fondled, and caressed the naked sex robot with more passion. Raging hormones and effective programming intensified their gestures. They were making out like a couple of horny, unsupervised teenagers.

The air grew hot.

The touching became urgent.

Tom was almost fully erect. The only thing that held him back was lingering nervousness. He was about to have sex for the first time. His teenage body wasn’t entirely on the same page as his brain. Alice must have sensed this and ceased the make-out session.

“Tom?” she said, still in his arms.

“Yes, Alice,” he replied, trying to hide his breathlessness.

“I’d like to suck your dick,” she said. “It will ensure that you are fully aroused for intercourse.”

“That’s uh…practical,” Tom said with an awkward grin.

“Is that a yes? I have other methods of stimulating your genitals.”

“That’s okay,” he said quickly. “A blowjob will do.”

“Very well,” she said with a smile and a nod.

She treated it so casually. For a sex robot, giving oral was probably a pre-programmed feature. It was further proof that Alice had been designed with awkward teenagers in mind.

Tom didn’t mind the awkwardness. He just laid on his back, rested his head on a pillow, and watched Alice do her thing. She might have been casual with her words, but she was sensual with her gestures. Like a sex goddess from his wildest dreams, she trailed her lips down his chest, torso, and waist. Every time her lips touched a part of his body, it burned with a special sensation. It both kept his heart racing and relaxed him.

“I think you’ll find I’m very skilled in handling male anatomy,” Alice said upon reaching his cock.

“I trust your capabilities, Alice,” said Tom with a grin.

She smiled back. She almost seemed playful. That might have been part of her programming too. For the both of them, it could only help.

With the same soft lips she’d used to kiss him, Alice took the full length of his cock into her mouth. She was careful, but thorough. Tom grabbed the sheets of his bed and moaned. It felt even better than he thought it would.

“Ohhh fuck!” he gasped.

Having voiced his approval, Alice began sucking. For all he knew, her mouth had a fleet of sensors that scanned every bit of his cock. She knew all the sensitive areas and how to stimulate them. If that were the case, she made good use of that data.

Slowly and steadily, she worked her lips and tongue along the length of his manhood. It wasn’t like the oral sex he’d seen in porn. There was nothing sloppy or crude about it. This was more intimate. Alice wasn’t trying to put on a show. She was trying to maximize his arousal. It didn’t take long for her efforts to bear fruit.

Every sensual motion flooded Tom with blissful sensations. He let out more moans that filled the room. That soft, warm feeling around his member felt amazing. It also get even more blood flowing to his lower body. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, but it did. It was so intense that he came close to blowing his load prematurely. Thankfully, Alice sensed that and ceased her oral sex at just the right moment.

“Did you enjoy that, Tom?” she asked, still holding his dick with both hands.

“Hell yes! That was fucking great!” Tom exclaimed, his teenage hormones really showing.

“You’re very hard,” Alice said. “Would you like to proceed with full intercourse?”

“I’ll say it again…hell yes,” he said, already short of breath. “For the record, though, I’m uh…inexperienced.”

“I understand. We’ll keep things simple. You can be on top. Don’t worry a thing. You need not hold back or pull out. I want you to enjoy this. I want it to feel good for you.”

“And what about you?” Tom asked.

“I assure you. I’ll enjoy it too. My body may consist of female flesh, but I also have a few supplemental features…including some that bring me pleasure that I’m happy to share.”

Tom could only begin to make sense of that. He was no expert in robots or what gave them pleasure. With Alice, he didn’t need to be. In her eyes, he saw more than just a machine or a sexual outlet.

Could a robot feel real affection for a human?

Could he feel just as much affection for a robot?

Those were heavy questions and his brain did not have enough blood to contemplate it. He and Alice were ready for sex. As far as he was concerned, the line between human and synthetic didn’t exist. Alice rendered it a total afterthought as she let go of his dick and got back on top of him.

“Tom,” she said longingly, “take me.”

That sealed it. Like a reflex, he took her in his arms and kissed her. As their lips were entwined, he rolled her over onto her back. Once under him, she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Following his most basic instincts, he adjusted his hips so that his hardened penis was aligned with her pussy.

Now perfectly positioned, Tom broke the kiss to take in the moment. He was really going to do it. He was going to have sex with this beautiful woman. He locked eyes with her, caressing her face with one hand while holding onto her thigh with another. In anticipation, he expunged the last bit of uncertainty from his mind. With nothing else to hold him back, Tom thrust his hips forward and entered her.

“It’s in!” he gasped. “Alice…I’m inside you.”

“Yes,” Alice said. “I feel it, Tom.”

At first, he just took in the feeling. Hot, wet, tight flesh surrounded his penis. It was ecstasy at its most pure. He didn’t know how it compared to sex with a biological woman, but Tom couldn’t believe it felt much better.

After savoring the moment, he began moving his hips. Back and forth, his member slithered inside her tight folds. He felt her inner muscles tighten every time he thrust into her, adding greater intensity to an already-profound feeling.

Ecstasy merged with desire.

Primal instincts took over.

Robot or not, Tom was making love to Alice. A powerful, basic need was being fulfilled.

“Alice! Ohhh God, Alice!” he grunted. “So hot! So tight!”

“Yes, Tom! Ohhh Yes!” Alice moaned. “We’re…we’re doing it! We’re making love!”

She sounded so human. Looking her in the eye, even as the pace of their sex intensified, he saw more than just a machine. She could’ve been faking. It could’ve been part of a program meant to make him feel like a stud. Every ounce of inner passion told him otherwise.

The way she raked her nails down his back, worked her hips, and tightened her embrace on him conveyed affection. Even if it was just data, how was that different from the chemicals in his brain? This feeling was as real to her as it was to him. If her expression were any indication, it felt just as good.

It led him to focus less on vigorous humping and more on intimate gestures. He slowed the rhythm and kissed her. He treated her the same way he’d treat his dream girl on their prom night. Tom had never been the romantic type, but Alice inspired something in him. It was always there, but never awakened. Being her, making love to her, and feeling their bodies entwined so closely gave romance an incredible appeal.

“Alice…my lover,” Tom said at one point.

He didn’t call her a robot. He didn’t call her human, either. She was something else entirely. What it was had no words, but Tom knew it was real.

As he lost himself in that realization, he soon realized how close he was to climaxing. He fought for a while to hold back, if only to draw out the excitement of his first sexual experience. He doubted he’d lasted as long as an experienced lover, but that didn’t matter. He could work on his sexual stamina later. Right now, he had an onslaught of ecstasy approaching.

“Alice, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…come soon,” he said, grunting and humping with greater urgency.

“Do it, Tom. Come!” Alice urged. “Ejaculate inside me…my lover.”

Her verbiage was still mechanical, but the sentiment in her voice sent him over the edge. As he crossed his orgasmic threshold, he grabbed onto her hips and delivered a final series of thrusts. Alice, her expression still awash with passion and affection, clung onto his shoulders as if to guide him to ecstasy.

“Ohhh Alice!” he cried out when the feeling it.

The rush that followed set a high bar for sex robots. Tom dug his feet into the bed, threw his head back, and let out a deep moan as orgasmic sensations coursed through his body. He felt his member burn with bliss as he released his load into Alice’s depths. He didn’t know if there was some repository or container for his cum inside her, but the logistics didn’t matter. For his first sexual encounter, it was deeply satisfying.

Even as he achieved his release, Tom sensed Alice reacting as well. She let out a moan that sounded orgasmic. While she said that she could have orgasms, she didn’t say it worked the same as it did for biological women. He was no expert in the female orgasm, but the way her body shuddered under his embrace was a telling sign.

“Inside me…I feel you,” she said through her moans. “You come…and so do I.”

That settled it. She climaxed too. Perhaps those features she mentioned included other methods for achieving orgasm. He’d have to explore those features thoroughly to get the specifics, but for the moment, he just soaked in the feeling.

Along with that feeling came a brilliant afterglow. Still panting heavily, Tom withdrew from her and rolled onto his side. Their naked bodies remained entwined. He shifted his grip from her hips to her face. As he caressed her lovingly, he smiled affectionately at the figure before him. Robot or not, Alice was his first lover.

“Tom, my lover?” said Alice as she smiled back lovingly.

“Yes, Alice?” he replied.

“Are you satisfied with me? Did I fulfill my purpose for you?”

“You definitely did,” Tom said without hesitation. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“I am programmed to please my lover. You are my lover. For me, a sex robot of the utmost quality, there is no greater pleasure.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Daydreaming

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We all daydream. Life can be tedious, boring, and uneventful for extended periods. Anyone who has ever had to wait in line at the DMV can attest to that. It’s an inescapable aspect of life and, being the adaptive creatures we are, daydreaming is a common way to get through it. I would even argue it’s universal.

When done right, it can be good for you. There’s even some science to back that up. When it gets sexy, though, things can get complicated and not always in a bad way. For an aspiring erotica/romance writer like me, I often treat sexy daydreaming as typical brainstorming. More than one of my stories has come to me while waiting in line at the grocery store.

Being a man, it can get awkward for reasons I’ve shared before. If you’re a man, sexy daydreaming comes with some unique risks. If it’s too sexy, then you’re going to have a problem that will only get worse if you happen to be wearing extra-tight pants. Even if you’re wearing the loosest pants you have, it’s all too easy to get lost in a sexy daydream.

Those risks aside, I believe the rewards are plenty worth it. Whether you’re single, married, or something in between, a little sexy daydreaming can go a long way towards giving you sexy ideas. Since all great feats start as ideas, I believe they’re worth contemplating. I sincerely hope this Daily Sexy Musing will inspire some seamy ideas. If you have some you’d like to share, please do so in the comments.

It’s starts with a thought. Then, desire enters the picture. They start to mingle, exchanging and entwining images and ideas. The end result is the same.

In my mind, my most intimate fantasies become real.

In my mind, I am unbound by restraints and restrictions.

In my mind, I dare to explore the breadth of my passions.

From the outside, there is nothing fanciful about me. I walk through crowded streets, smile at casual acquaintances, and conduct myself like any others. Nobody gives me a second look. I am just living an ordinary, mundane life. It hardly does justice to the extraordinary thoughts racing through my mind.

In that world, I am something greater.

In that world, my desires are within reach.

In that world, my passions are unlimited.

In that world, nothing holds me back.

I can walk down the same street and draw the utmost awe from total strangers. My abilities and talents are superhuman, capable of carrying me to the heavens and beyond. The love and fulfillment I seek is both real and nearby. It comes to me as quickly as I run towards it. When I embrace it, everything comes together.

My heart races.

My skin burns.

My loins reacts.

These thoughts aren’t real, but that doesn’t matter to my body. From these thoughts, my desires become tangible. In these fantasies, I gain a strength that reality denies me. Real or not, they inspire me as much as they arouse me. I now have something to strive for.

Whether it’s possible does not matter.

Whether it’s achievable matters even less.

These are my ideas from my world. Reality may not yield, but I’ll make sure it bends.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Hot Tub Sexy Time

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I don’t care who you, where you come from, or what you believe about human nature. A dip in a hot tub feels fantastic. You could be having an awful day or even a string of awful days. If you get a chance to submerge yourself in the sweet bubbly warmth of a hot tub, then your day isn’t going to feel so bad.

I can personally attest to the therapeutic effects of hot tubs. I can also attest to the inherent sexiness they offer. That’s not just because hot tubs have inspired both pornos and time travel movies. By design, they help relax us. Naturally, we’re less uptight when we’re relaxed. We’re more open to all things intimate and sexy. That’s the power of a good hot tub.

It also helps that being in a hot tub usually requires that people not be fully clothed. That certainly helps. While getting frisky in a hot tub is prone to certain complications, there’s no denying its ability to inspire sexy feelings in us all. I’ve witnessed it in others. While I never got a chance to enjoy a hot tub privately with my ex-girlfriends, it’s still a sexy effort worth striving for.

Not everyone has access to a hot tub. Even fewer have access to one they can enjoy in private with a special someone. However, I feel that only adds to its appeal. Whether you’re a romance fan or not, you can find something sexy about a good dip in a hot tub. If not, I hope this Daily Sexy Musing helps convince you. Enjoy!

The jets turn on.

The motor starts humming.

The bubbles start forming.

The steam starts rising.

It feels like the perfect reward for an arduous journey, an act of mercy granted to us for all our efforts. We work hard and struggle harder, building a life for each other and a love worthy of such strife. Finally, we taste the fruits of our labor. However, this particular fruit can only be enjoyed together.

We ditch our clothes.

We forget our swimsuits.

We jump in together.

We soak in this sweet, succulent reward.

Immediately, our naked bodies are surrounded by the bubbling water. It’s like being embraced by utter contentment in liquid form. Its magic heals and soothes away the strains and rigors that dampened our spirits. A wave of wonderous relaxation comes over us. Through it, our bodies and spirits are born anew.

In this therapeutic domain, we still find each other. Through the bubbling water, my flesh seeks yours. Unburdened and unencumbered, we answer the call. We find one another, daring to pursue even greater bliss. Our wet skin is so smooth, invigorated and energized by this feeling. We let it guide our passion and the fruit only gets sweeter.

We share a hot kiss.

We exchange a hot gesture.

We caress our hot flesh.

Everything is so hot and lively. In this steamy domain, our passions are ignited while our souls are soothed. What could be more relaxing?

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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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