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How “Groundhog Day” Helped Make Me A Romance Fan

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Many of us remember the movies, TV shows, novels, comic books, or video games that helped make us fans of a particular genre. They’re often profound moments in our lives, sparking a passion that inspires us to explore a world we didn’t know existed.

Movie buffs have that one movie that made them a fan of film.

Hardcore gamers have that one game that helped make them a fan of video games.

Comic book fanboys have that one comic that inspired them to dress up in elaborate costumes at comic conventions.

For romance fans, it’s no different. There’s often something that sparks our interest and inspires us to explore love, lust, and everything in between. Sometimes, it’s a book. Sometimes, it’s a personal moment. For me, it was a movie. Since today is February 2nd, I think most can already guess which movie I’m talking about.

That’s right. One of the catalysts that inspired my love of romance was the classic Bill Murray movie, “Groundhog Day.” While I won’t say it’s the sole reason for me becoming a romantic, seeing this movie marked a turning point for me. It marked the first time I enjoyed a movie because of its romantic sub-plot and not in spite of it. While it wouldn’t be the last, its impact is still special.

To appreciate that impact, I need to get a little personal about when I saw this movie and how it affected me. I didn’t see this movie when it was out in theaters. At the time, I was still somewhat of a kid. I say somewhat because I was at that point of childhood where people stop treating you like a baby and start preparing you for adulthood.

That also happens to be the time when your media consumption starts to diversify. It’s no longer cartoons and Disney movies. You finally start to watch other TV shows and movies with more mature themes. You don’t make the leap to R-rated, but you’re at a point where singing animals and distressed princesses just aren’t cutting it anymore.

It’s here where I need to give credit and thanks to my awesome mother, which I’ve done before. While my father helped me take sports more seriously, my mother let me watch some more serious TV shows and movies with her. Again, it was nothing too extreme. It was mostly prime-time shows like “Seinfeld” and “The Simpsons.”

While those shows had some appeal to me, they didn’t have too great an impact. Then, one fateful day, I sat down to watch “Groundhog Day” with her. My mom loved the movie and I was already a fan of Bill Murray after “Ghostbusters.” It was just a perfect confluence of circumstances that went onto have a profound impact, even by Bill Murray standards.

For the first time in my life, I watched a movie where the love story didn’t follow the typical Disney formula. More importantly, it was a love story that didn’t bore or disinterest me. I found myself genuinely intrigued by Phil Connors’ adventures in his time loop and how Rita ended up being the key to helping him escape.

I watched as this eccentric character that only Bill Murray could play go from an egotistical asshole to someone capable of genuine love. I’d never seen that kind of character evolution before. On top of that, I’d never seen a female character as likable and fun as Rita before.

She wasn’t just some generic love interest.

She wasn’t just there to give Phil an emotional sub-plot.

She was a well-developed, complex character who I could root for as much as Phil in the end.

For a kid my age, this was an incredible concept that I found myself appreciating more than most. I had friends and relatives my age who liked the movie too, but not in the same way I did. They appreciated the comedy and the always-endearing charisma that is Bill Murray, but the romance was usually secondary. For me, it helped make the movie special on a very personal level.

Charisma like this appeals to any age.

After seeing “Groundhog Day” and its unique approach to romance, I started to appreciate romantic sub-plots in other mediums. I paid more attention to it in the comics I read. I followed it more closely in the cartoons and TV shows I watched. In time, my interest in romance evolved into a full-blown passion. For that, I’ll always be thankful to this movie, my mother, and Bill Murray.

Even today, I can appreciate the unique way “Groundhog Day” went about telling a love story. Even by modern standards, its brand of romance holds up very well. It avoids many of the standard tropes that often plague modern romance in media.

In the beginning, Phil isn’t romantically interested in Rita. She isn’t interested in him, either. There’s no elaborate plot involving love-at-first-sight or friends-becoming-lovers. Instead, “Groundhog Day” takes a more refined approach. It starts with Phil becoming more interested in Rita, but not entirely in a romantic sense. That comes later and the love is more genuine because of it.

It doesn’t happen all at once. In fact, there’s a brief montage of all the ways Phil fails to win Rita’s love. Given the constraints of the time loop, that’s understandable. However, it’s still heartbreaking for Phil because you get the sense that he wants to love someone. He’s all alone in this temporal purgatory. His ego is no longer enough.

Over the course of the movie, Phil evolves into the kind of person that Rita falls in love with. Towards the end, she begins pursuing him and much as he pursues her. It’s not just about the man proving his worth to a woman, as is often the case in every movie featuring a princess. Their love only becomes real when they both pursue each other.

Even by modern standards, which have become a lot less forgiving, the romance in “Groundhog Day” is remarkably balanced. By the end, you get the sense that Phil and Rita genuinely want to be together for all the right reasons. Being trapped in that time loop made Phil a better person. That person is someone Rita fell in love with. Even as a kid, I thought that was incredibly sweet.

I still remember how much I smiled when I saw that last scene in the movie with Phil and Rita venturing out into the snow together. Only a handful of movies have ever made me smile like that since and “Groundhog Day” was the first to do it through romance. On top of the many other accolades this movie has received over the years, it succeeded on a very personal level with me.

I’ll never know for sure if I would’ve become a romance fan I am today if I hadn’t seen “Groundhog Day.” I tend to believe that I’m the kind of person who would gravitate towards it eventually. However, I don’t doubt for a second that this movie helped shape me into the romantic I am today. For that reason, Groundhog Day, both the holiday and the movie, will hold a special place in my heart.

Thank you, Bill Murray.

Thank you, Andie MacDowell.

Thank you, Harold Ramis.

Thank you, Mom.

Finally, to everyone out there, regardless of whether you’re a romance fan or haven’t seen the movie, Happy Groundhog Day!

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Daily Sexy Musing: Public Displays Of Affection

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When you’re lonely, seeing a happy couple sharing a loving gesture can feel like a punch in the gut. I remember that feeling well. I’ve gone through stretches where I felt so miserable and alone that the sight of playful hand-holding was enough to make me cringe. Even as a romance fan, such a sight was distressing for me.

However, as I’ve gotten older and more mature, I’ve come to appreciate public displays of affection. Even when I feel lonely, seeing two people freely express their love for all to see is kind of refreshing. Given the current state of the world, I take comfort in seeing real love manifest before me.

I know public displays of affection are taboo for many people and cultures, but that only makes it more alluring in some ways. Couples who show their love in public directly counter the notion that the world has to be this cold, hostile place. Even if you share Rick Sanchez’s opinion on love, there’s something to be said about giving a loving middle finger to a world that seems determined to undermine it.

Whether it makes you sick or warms your heart, public displays of affection is a subtle, but powerful way in which we demonstrate love for one another. It’s not the most lurid act a couple could do, but it’s often a catalyst. This Daily Sexy Musing is my personal case for the inherent value of these affections. Even if they remind you how lonely you feel, they can also remind you of why love is worth pursuing.

It’s sunny, warm, and clear.

Broad daylight illuminates everything in all directions.

There are many potential eyes on us.

None of that matters. It doesn’t bother us in the slightest. We still make our way through this public domain, vulnerable and exposed for all to see. There’s no hiding from scrutiny. With only a glance, anyone can cast judgement. It still doesn’t matter. If anything, we welcome that judgement.

I hold your hand.

I kiss your lips.

I embrace you intimately.

I make my love for you clear for all to see.

To some, it’s immature. Other’s find it offensive, two people expressing for all a feeling that they deem private. It’s like we gave them a peak into our bedroom, showing to them what we show to each other when we embrace our passions. We offer only a glimpse of the most tempered manifestation of our love. For some, it’s still too much.

What does that say about the breadth of our love? It’s so intense that even the slightest display is too much for the rest of the world. It shows that our love cannot be contained. Some feelings cannot and should not be sheltered within cold walls. Love seeks the light. Passion always boils to the surface.

We make our love known.

We convey our feelings freely and openly.

We tell the world how much we love each other.

Under clear skies and beaming sunlight, we share ourselves with a world full of repression and judgement. We feel every harsh gaze and bemused scorn. We even sense the indifference of many, as though our love is just a brief gust on a calm day. It still doesn’t matter. We still show off our love for all to see. In the end, our hearts will be the ultimate judge.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Comic Quick Pick: Ms. Marvel #37

Every Wednesday is a holiday for comic book fans. That’s the day when a fresh batch of comics from companies we love to complain about give us a fresh dose of ink-laden awesome. Within each batch of books are plenty of comics to brighten your week and make the world a little more magical. I try to single one particular comic out from that pack that I feel has more magic than most.

This week’s comic quick pick was tricky. There were some quality books this week from the likes of X-men, Justice League, Wonder Woman, and Spider-Man. However, one book found a way to stand out in the most adorable way possible. That book is “Ms. Marvel #37” and if you have a low tolerance for cuteness, this book may be too much for you.

I’ve sang the praises of Kamala Khan in the past. I’ll likely find new ways to praise her in the future, especially if she ends up joining the Marvel Cinematic Universe. She’s one of the most likable characters in all of superhero comics. It helps that she hasn’t been around long enough to do something awful, but it also helps when her personal struggles and her superhero struggles blend together perfectly.

That’s the primary theme in “Ms. Marvel #37.” There isn’t a villain to fight, for once. There is a disaster, but it’s not caused by a 100-foot monster or a mad scientist with access to too much plutonium. It’s caused by some a mix of bad luck and poor infrastructure, something that just happens to be a growing issue in the real world.

It’s not nearly as preachy as it sounds. It’s the kind of issue that the Avengers and other superhero teams don’t get to do often enough, help innocent people dealing with a disaster. Kamala gets to be a different kind of hero, one who does more than just punch villains. It helps reinforce that she’s not just a hero for the sake of wearing a fancy costume. She’s a hero because she genuinely wants to do the right thing.

What a concept, right? Kamala is someone who just does the right thing because it’s the right thing. Superman doesn’t have to be the only one with those kinds of values. Unlike Superman, though, Kamala has to do the right thing while babysitting. No, I’m not referring to having an annoying side-kick. I’m talking about a real, actual, diaper-wearing baby.

That baby belongs to her brother, Aamir. He entrusted Kamala and his wife’s brother, Gabe, to watch him. It started going wrong before people needed rescuing, albeit in a hilariously endearing way. Kamala has dealt with some pretty major threats since becoming Ms. Marvel. However, she’s never dealt with a baby and that overwhelms her than her last team-up with Carol Danvers.

It’s as hilarious as it is fitting. It shows that Kamala is still a teenage girl. She’s still young and easily overwhelmed by things she isn’t familiar with. She ends up having to rely on friends and supporting cast to help her, of which she has many. They all have a knack for showing Kamala that things don’t have to be as dire as she thinks. Experience will help you cope, regardless of whether you’re a superhero.

It’s a good message that’s a lot more useful than old PSA’s about eating vegetables and saying no to drugs. “Ms. Marvel #37” continues Kamala’s tradition of making a positive statement through superhero comics, something that seems corny on paper, but works beautifully through her.

It’s part of what makes Kamala so endearing. It’s also what makes her such an effective superhero as Ms. Marvel. She doesn’t just save the day. She inspires others and is, in turn, inspired by them. When things get rough, she reacts in a way that feels distinctly human. In the Marvel universe, which is populated by gods, demigods, and Squirrel Girl, it’s nothing short of refreshing.

To say Kamala has a rough, but enlightening day in “Ms. Marvel #37” would be accurate. It’s just as accurate to say that she has a few low points where she lets the stresses of babysitting and superhero work get to her. That only makes how she handles it that much more fitting.

Ms. Marvel #37” is not part of a larger story arc, nor is it tied to some ongoing event. It’s a simple, self-contained comic that G. Willow Wilson and Nico Leon use to remind us why Kamala Khan is so lovable. In that sense, it works. In another, the final page provides an ominous hint that Kamala and her family are about to endure a major upheaval in the best possible way.

There are a lot of events going on in the world of superheroes. It’s tough, if not frustrating, to keep up with all of them. That’s exactly what makes “Ms. Marvel #37” so enjoyable. It’s one comic with one story about one lovable hero. You get you’re money’s worth, both in terms of satisfaction and feels. What more could you want?

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Daily Sexy Musing: Workplace Romance

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We’re often told that a couple that plays together stays together. There’s even some evidence that there’s truth to it. Most don’t argue with that sentiment and, being a romantic, I certainly wouldn’t. However, I think it’s just as true that a couple who works together can be just as strong.

By working together, I don’t mean sharing household chores. I’m referring to people who meet in their professional lives. That happens more often than most people realize. Even in an era where everyone is more vigilant about workplace harassment, it’s still a common source for romantic entanglements.

Logistically, it makes sense. If you’re around someone for long stretches of time, working together and achieving things, that’s going to create some level of bond. Under the right conditions, this bond can evolve and become something more intimate. It’s taboo in some places, but that only makes the romantic potential even more potent.

The workplace isn’t usually someone’s first choice in which to forge a meaningful romance, but it’s hardly the last. I have relatives and close friends who met their spouse at work. This Daily Sexy Musing as a testament to the special kind of romance that can emerge through working relationships. Working together is already pretty intimate. Adding romance just incorporates some sexier elements.

Each and every day, our paths cross and our goals align. We push, support, and aid one another in a shared vision. Everything is so formal and every task is full of rigor. These are challenges that we cannot confront alone. We need help. We need each other.

Our sweat is shared.

Our lives are entwined.

Our worlds are linked.

Our efforts are united.

Already, I feel a bond. I trust in you and you trust in me. In the beginning, there were limits. Like impenetrable walls, it only went so far. We didn’t dare look beyond. The thought, alone, seemed outrageous. It would only complicate something that was working so well.

Then, I dared to think.

From that thought, I felt something for you.

From that feeling, the walls crumbled.

Suddenly, you’re not just an ally who aids my efforts. I want to be with you outside the hours in which we work. I crave a situation that isn’t bound by punch cards and pay periods. We do such great work together. What else can we do together?

Such a question is difficult to ask, but one that deserves an answer. Doing so invites complications, conflicts, and challenges. I don’t care, though. If anything, I welcome them. You and I have already taken the first step. Why not take more?

As we work, we learn together.

As we toil, we struggle together.

As we achieve, we succeed together.

What happens when we embrace? What might we create if we turn our work into passion and our passion into something greater? Not knowing is painful. Not even trying is agony.

Together, we can do the work.

Together, we can achieve so much more.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Soft Blanket On Cold Days Edition

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This is the time of year where a nice, warm blanket really shows its value. For someone like me, who enjoys sleeping naked, it’s hard to overstate that value. As I write this, my part of the world is going through the coldest parts of winter. It’s so cold outside that I wouldn’t be shocked if a penguin walked by at some point. That makes every blanket I own more important.

There’s also an inherently sexy side of soft blankets. Most people these days would rather not make love or get frisky atop a bare mattress, especially in the middle of winter. They’d rather be surrounded by warm, fuzzy blankets that keep them warm so that they can keep the mood sexy. It’s a critical, but underappreciated piece of love, sex, and everything in between.

For this week’s edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts, I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge and cherish the warmth that these thick, cozy blankets give us. Even if you’re in a tropical climate, there’s just something intimate about covering yourself and your lover within one. It’s one of the simplest tools with which to create a sexy moment. During this time of year, those moments are extra special.


“To some extent, flirting is advertising the use of your genitals.”


“Angry sex is like extra-spicy food in that it can be an unpleasant feeling that’s still somehow satisfying.”


“Wet dreams are like movie trailers for your genitals.”


“The difference between odor and musk is in the inherent sex appeal of the activity that causes it.”


“For some, slut shaming is just jealousy for someone else having more skill and experience.”


“Is it just a coincidence that our most embarrassing and satisfying involve nudity?”


“Quality romance is simply porn with better acting and more plot.”


I hope everyone now has a new appreciation for the soft, warm blankets they may own. I also hope everyone now has more incentive to curl up with their lover inside one, creating the warmth they’ll need to endure the rest of the winter season. I can’t guarantee a soft blanket will always make for a sexy moment. It’ll just make pursuing one a lot easier.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Discovering Your First Kink

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Nobody is born knowing what turns them on. Like any other passion, it’s something you learn through experience, exploration, and even just random chance. Sometimes, it takes an encounter with someone with exceptionally different tastes to find out you like dressing up as a cat and being spanked with a tennis racket. Sometimes, all it takes is a few stray thoughts that evoke powerful feelings.

No matter how you discover it, the moment you do is one that carries special meaning. You suddenly know something about yourself that sets you apart. You understand your sexuality in a whole new way. It can be scary and even a little distressing, especially if you’re in an environment where personal freedom is limited. That only makes it more impactful.

I believe that everyone has a kinky side. Some are kinkier than others and not everyone gets a chance to act on it. That’s also why I feel those first revealing moments are so profound. They can have a huge effect on our sex lives, our love lives, and our identity. This Daily Sexy Musing is both a celebration and an exploration of these moments. However and whenever they happen, I hope everyone has a chance to embrace them.

It started from a whim, one born from the deepest depths of my being.

I don’t know where it came from or what inspired it. In an instant, it enters my mind and unleashes a torrent of feelings. At first, it’s pure shock. My mind and body are overwhelmed. Every sense is sharpened to the utmost, like a car in overdrive or a rocket that just ignited. It’s so intense.

I feel it.

I like it.

I want more of it.

My next breath feels like my first. It’s like I’ve been reborn, a new self forged from unconnected parts. Who I am, who I’ve been, and who I think I’m going suddenly shatters. The pieces are intact, but they’re mine to re-assemble. I don’t know where they all go. I just know that there’s something new within the mix.

The experience leaves an indelible mark. I try to process it, but my mind can only do so much. My heart keeps racing and my body aches in the best possible way. I feel so alive and in the moment. It’s like I’ve only lived life small slivers. This is my first full bite.

The world stops spinning.

The nerves in my body stop burning.

The thoughts in my brain stop racing.

More moments pass and things start to make sense. My new self connects with my old self. It starts to sink in. What I now know cannot be unlearned. Everything that happened before cannot mean what it once did. A new world opens before me, complete with challenges, risks, and opportunities. Part of me wants to pull back, but too many forces draw me forward.

This is no fluke.

This side of me is present.

This thing that now dominates my world digs itself into my soul.

This is my kink.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Anniversary Celebration Edition

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People have mixed feelings about anniversaries. Whether they’re celebrating a wedding, a first kiss, or the first time two people willingly got naked together, it evokes different emotions for many people. As a romantic, I have a strong appreciation for them, but I can also understand why some roll their eyes at the concept.

Some people genuinely love celebrating anniversaries. It’s not just an excuse to have sex on a bed of rose petals. It marks an important milestone for a relationship. Some lovers really value those milestones and they should. Quality relationships take a lot of hard work and that work ought to be celebrated.

At the same time, anniversaries can be an unnecessary burden on an otherwise functioning relationship. People can see an anniversary as nothing more than an arbitrary date that doesn’t reflect the true strength of a relationship. I know couples who just don’t think they’re worth celebrating and they’re still as happy as ever.

I’m of the opinion that anniversaries are worth celebrating, if only because love and all its sexy connotations are worth celebrating. This week’s edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts is an ode to the inherent value that anniversaries harbor. Regardless of whether you think they’re meaningful, they’re the landmarks of a relationship and I say they’re worth cherishing.


“Mini-skirts and crotch-less panties implies that some people are too lazy to get undressed before sex.”


“Opening your heart will strengthen bonds, but opening your legs will expand opportunities.”


“A man is only as strong as his ability to shield his balls.”


“Good lovers see afterglow as a victory celebration, but great lovers see it as halftime show.”


“There are few ailments whose symptoms cannot be tempered with a good orgasm.”


“A good singer faces higher standards when it comes to the noises they make during sex.”


“It’s very likely that an orgy was the first act of teamwork.”


I hope this gives you a better appreciation of the romantic potential of anniversaries. There are a lot of things that go into a successful relationship and there are plenty of other forces working against it. An anniversary is a nice way of appreciating how well a couple has done. If nothing else, it’s a good excuse for extra sexy time and we can never have too many of those.

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“Bending Over Becky” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by one of my old college roommates. He had a girlfriend for the entire time we shared a dorm and they had a very overt sex life, to say the least. Enjoy!

Some couples treated sex like an elaborate spectacle. It couldn’t just happen on a whim. They needed to set a certain mood, creating just the right environment for a sensual, satisfying experience. Becky Raven didn’t understand those couples and that was not the kind of sex life she had with her long-time boyfriend, Richard Wyatt.

“Bend over.”

That was all he said to her one muggy Saturday afternoon after walking into the home office of the townhouse they shared. He didn’t offer any details. He didn’t ask whether she was in the mood because he didn’t need to. Richard knew the dynamics/quirks of their sex life as well as her. After all the years they’d been together, they were past the point of words.

Not saying a word, Becky stopped what she’d been doing on her laptop and rose up from her chair. Richards, looking more stressed than usual, stormed over like a man on a mission. Having just gotten home from some unexpected overtime at the office, he had more energy than usual and Becky knew how he wanted to spend it.

Already feeling his lustful gaze on him, Beck leaned over her desk and kicked the chair aside. As soon as her lover arrived, he didn’t waste any time and grabbed the hem of her pants.

“Get these off,” Richard said intently.

Not waiting for a response, he pulled them down to her ankles, along with her underwear. Then, with her pants and panties down at her ankles, he dropped to his knees and started eating her pussy out.

“Ooh Richard!” she gasped. “Rough day at the office?”

He didn’t answer. She doubted he’d heard her. Richard wasn’t easily distracted, especially when he got horny. He also loved giving her oral sex. He once claimed pussy was both his favorite desert and his favorite appetizer. On top of that, he knew how to hit all those sensitive spots in her depths. That kind of insight that could turn a lazy afternoon into a full-blown fuck fest.

Richard must have been hornier than usual, putting extra urgency into his oral sex. While on his knees, he used both hands to push Becky’s folds apart, allowing him to probe deep with his tongue and hit all the right areas. That got all the right juices flowing. Becky, now holding onto the side of the desk, could only moan blissfully as a steady stream of sensual sensations coursed through her body.

“Ohhh!” she moaned. “It must have been a really rough day.”

Richard remained focused on his oral teasing, letting out deep grunts as he gorged on her folds. Becky also sensed him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. With one hand still caressing her pussy, he began stroking his cock. It must have already been half-erect when he entered the room because he got fully aroused pretty quickly.

Either something went really wrong at the office or something went really right. He worked in the sales department of an investment firm, which often required people to be intense and energetic. As it just so happened, that was also what got Richard really aroused. It meant that having a functioning sex life with him required that they skip a few steps.

“If it was that bad…just do it, Richard,” she said. “You clearly need it more than I do.”

Her lover definitely heard that. After giving her pussy one last thorough lick, he rose up from the floor, kicked off the khakis he’d worn to the office, and positioned himself behind her. She felt the tip of his rigid dick rub up against her wet entrance. He ached for her sex and the release it offered. With a firm thrust of the hips, he entered her.

“Oh yeah!” Richard moaned. “I need this…so much.”

His member now deep within her folds, he grabbed hold of her waist and began pumping his cock inside her. He didn’t take it slow or steady, either. He went right for the rough stuff. There was no sweet, tender lovemaking. There was just fucking…raw, unfiltered sex.

“Oh fuck! Ooh fuck!” Becky moaned out. “That’s it, love! Fuck me as hard as necessary!”

She clung harder to the desk, bending over more so that her breasts pressed up against her closed laptop. Richard took her vulgar urgings to heart. That was another kink about their sex life. She loved to talk dirty. She was downright crude, at times, even when they made love. Some men found that disorienting. Richard just thought it was hot.

It showed in how he fucked her. He did it harder and faster, rocking the desk and knocking over some files in the process. He also did it rougher, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, another unique kink that heightened their sex. That feeling of hard, manly flesh thrusting in and out of her pussy sent surges of sensations up through her body. Having been lazily reading emails just moments ago, it was quite a change.

That confluence of quirks, on top of whatever sparked his need, helped Richard get to his peak in short order. He wasn’t too quick. Even when he was really horny, he always made an effort to share the joys of sex with Becky. He still made it to that special domain where the feeling morphed from a blissful heat to a raging wildfire of ecstasy.

“I’m coming, Becky! I’m going to…come!” Richard said with a deep grunt.

Becky just held onto the desk, spreading her legs a little wider so that he could get in extra deep when he got his release. His thrusting slowed and his member throbbed inside her in accord with the pleasure. Hot streams of manly juices shot up into her depths, creating a hot, intimate feeling. It contrasted greatly with the hardcore fucking she’d just experienced, but that only made it more satisfying, creating a sense of balance.

Now short of breath and awash in pleasure, Richard withdrew his cock from her and fell back into the office chair she’d been sitting in before he arrived. Still bent over the desk, Becky had to catch her breath too. When she turned to face her lover, though, she smiled.

“Feel better now?” she asked him.

“Yeah…much better,” Richard said with a grin.

“I bet. Since you usually don’t fuck me that hard without a reason, I won’t ask for details. I’ll just assume your brain, your nerves, and your dick were in agreement, for once.”

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re a damn good girlfriend, Becky.”

“You’re damn right!” she said proudly. “I’d tell you not to forget it, but I’d rather remind you.”

She trusted her lover to fill in the sub-text. He knew as well as she did what had to happen next. As Richard sat lazily in the chair, she stepped out of her pants and took off the light cotton shirt she’d been wearing. Since she hadn’t been wearing a bra, it rendered her fully naked, a sight her lover always appreciated. She let him admire her exposed body in the afternoon son for a brief second. Then, she approached him with a crude request of her own.

“Sit back,” she said, mirroring the same tone he’d used with her.

He did so without hesitation. Still breathing heavily, she climbed onto his lap and kissed him hungrily. As their lips and tongues twirled together, she undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He’d probably worked up a sweat by fucking her and it was probably really itchy.

After getting it off, she tossed the rest of his clothes aside and slipped off the chair. She then dropped to her knees, just as he had done earlier, and focused her attention on his still-throbbing manhood. It had somewhat softened after his climax, but Becky knew her lover’s anatomy as well as he knew hers. One good orgasm after a stressful day wasn’t enough to get the job done.

With that in mind, she grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and began giving him oral sex. A fresh round of sharp grunts followed.

“Damn!” Richard moaned. “This my kind of reminder.”

Becky responded only with a hungry moan, one that let him know that she was still horny. She still wanted a release of her own. It was one of the official rules of their sex lives. If one of them came in needing a good fucking, then they could get it. However, every time one of them got off, they had to give the other a chance to match them.

Sometimes, that wasn’t possible. If the rate at which Richard got hard again was any indication, Becky doubted that would be an issue. Driven by her own burning need, she sucked his member hard, sliding her lips and tongue along the length of his shaft. Just as he knew the intricacies of her pussy, she knew the subtleties of his dick. She knew how to blow him in just the right way to get him hard again.

Most men couldn’t get hard for hours after blowing their load. Others took even longer. Richard was a special kind of man in a great many ways. His ability to keep fucking her after coming was just one of them.

“You ready?” she asked after giving his dick an extra thorough lick.

“I’m ready,” Richard said.

No further assurance was necessary. With his manhood now erect, Becky rose back to her feet, turned around, and positioned herself over him so that her pelvis was aligned with his. She made sure he had a good view of her butt, a sight he always appreciated. She then lowered herself back onto his dick, his manly flesh penetrating her depths once more.

“Bend me over again,” Becky told him. “Fuck me until I come!”

Richard gladly obliged, grabbing hold of her butt and resuming the hard fucking they’d shared moments ago. He showed off his arm strength, guiding her hips up and down so that the folds of her pussy slithered perfectly along his dick. Becky even showed off her flexibility, bending over far enough that she could watch the spectacle from behind. Having not been able to see much when he bent her over the first time, she sought to take in the sights.

“Ohhh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck yeah!” she moaned, her love of dirty talk showing. “Harder! Do it harder!”

Richard replied with more determined grunts, squeezing her butt harder and stepping up the pace. The flimsy office chair could barely hold together, testing her orgasmic efficiency as much as her flexibility. Thankfully, Becky didn’t need to damage any furniture to achieve her goal.

As her inner muscles throbbed with increasing intensity, she felt her orgasm coming up fast. Richard certainly did his part, rubbing her butt just like she licked. He even reached around and fondled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to accelerate the orgasmic process. When it hit, it came at her like tsunami.

“Oohhh I’m coming, Richard! I’m coming!” she cried out.

Just as she crossed that fine line between exertion and ecstasy, her love grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back. It was just in time too because it allowed her to proclaim her ecstasy to the heavens.

She made it a point to be extra loud as she soaked in the euphoria. White hot surges of pleasure coursed through her system, filling her with the kind of raw bliss that could only come with her and Richard’s unique brand of sex. Some might call it kinky. Some might call it rough. That didn’t make it any less intimate.

After the ecstasy passed, Becky let out a content sigh and rose up off her lover’s cock. She then casually sat with him in the chair, their naked bodies glistening in the afternoon son. They were silent for a while, not needing to say much. It might have been the most meaningful trait of their relationship. They didn’t need to sweet talk each other to affirm their love. They already knew how much they loved each other. As a bonus, it allowed them to be more efficient with their sex lives.

“Guess we both needed that,” Richard said.

“Guess so,” Becky said coyly.

“I’m so lucky…having such an awesome girlfriend,” he went on, “one who doesn’t mind me bending her over on a whim.”

“And I’m just as lucky to have a boyfriend who knows how to fuck me right!”

“I’m glad you appreciate it as much as I do,” he said, “because after the day I’ve had, you might want to stay naked for the rest of the day.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Practice Makes Sexy

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We’ve heard it from every coach, teacher, and parental figure all our lives. Practice makes perfect. If we want to get good at something, we need to practice. There’s a popular notion that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to get really good at something. While there’s reason to believe that’s a gross oversimplification, it still emphasizes the value of practice.

We encourage practice to anyone who seeks to master a skill. When it comes to sex and love-making, though, we’re a lot more tepid. Some of that is due to long-standing taboos about sex. Some of it is also due to potential health risks. Then again, you could say the same about practicing other skills like juggling, driving, or contact sports. Whatever the case, we do a lot of special pleading when it comes to sex.

I think that’s both a disservice and a missed opportunity. We’re expected to practice for every other skill, but when it comes to one of the most intimate acts two people can experience, we’re supposed to just know. That’s a problem and a likely contributor to the ongoing orgasm gap and the decline in sexual satisfaction.

We clearly want our lovers to be good at sex, but we get anxious whenever we contemplate them practicing too much. I believe that should change. For the sake of our collective love lives, we should embrace and encourage practice the same way we do with every other skill. The following Daily Sexy Musing is my attempt to sweeten the idea. Hopefully, it inspires and encourages many amateur lovers out there.

I’m ready, my lovely coach.

I’m rested, energized, and ready to show you what I’ve got.

It’s not the night of a big game. There isn’t even a game scheduled. This is just us, taking the time to hone our skills. I want to be better. I know you want it too. We can only do that with practice, albeit a very intimate kind of practice.

It’s not enough to just be decent at making love to you. It’s not even enough to be consistently competent. I seek to master such a powerful skill. I don’t just want to make the team. I want to win the championship and make your hall of fame. I want to raise the bar for loving you. I want it so high that others tremble at the thought of attempting.

To do that, we must practice our lovemaking.

By practicing, we get better at it.

By getting better at it, we enjoy it more.

By enjoying it more, we want to do it more.

By wanting to do it more, we want to keep getting better.

It’s the ultimate cycle, one in which practice need not make perfect. It need only fuel the passion that’s already there. Like any skill, it helps us channel what we already feel. It emboldens us to strive for something greater. Anyone can simply take their clothes off and entwine their bodies. It takes a special kind of skill to entwine body, heart, and soul.

Such skill requires great practice. It means listening and learning, pushing ourselves and trying new things. At times, there will be failures and setbacks. That’s okay, though. Amateurs may get discouraged, but masters learn and work harder. With time and dedication, we gain greater mastery.

There are many skills one can learn.

There are many ways to master such skill.

When it comes to making the best possible love to you, no other skill is worth greater mastery.

When it comes to mastering the skill of lovemaking, no other skill is warrants more practice.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sharing A Hot Bath

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What could be sexier and more romantic than sharing a hot bath with your lover? That’s not a rhetorical question. As a self-professed romantic and a writer of both sexy novels and short stories, I honestly don’t know a scenario that checks that many boxes. I try to contemplate them. They always seem to come up short.

It’s one of those moments that takes a little extra effort, but it pays off in a major way. Once you get the candles, the hot water, and the bubbles going, the sexiness is inherent in every possible form. Regardless of whether you and your lover have had a hard day, there’s just something about sharing a hot bath that both relaxes and arouses us in all the right ways.

It’s so sexy that it doesn’t always have to result in actual sex. Sometimes, couples just value the ambiance and the extra intimacy. Being naked in a hot, steamy environment in close proximity to a lover can be satisfying enough in its own right. Just sitting there, holding someone in your arms, can evoke feelings every bit as powerful as those associated with more direct forms of intimacy.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before one of my Daily Sexy Musings focused on this particular scenario. It’ll likely be a setting for a future sexy story, be it a novel or a short story. In whatever way it manifests, this is one sensual situation that the inner romantic in all of us can appreciate. Enjoy!

It’s been a long day. Muscles are strained, nerves have been worn thin, and everything feels sore without hurting. Just coming home feels like a million-mile journey. Every step may as well be through quicksand during a raging storm. We still made it home and it’s so worth it.

I take you in my arms.

You embrace me in yours.

Our bodies are ready to give out, but we don’t let them.

There’s only one remedy that can alleviate the strain. An embrace is a good start, but it’s hardly sufficient. We skip whatever plans we had for the rest of the evening and head straight to the bathroom. You gather the candles. I start the bath and add in our favorite brand of bubbles. The wait is brief. It’s still too long, but still so worth it.

Before we know it, the scene is set. We dim the lights, arrange the candles, and shed our itchy clothes. Then, like two wounded animals seeking shelter, we guide one another into the bath where our naked bodies join.

We submerge ourselves in the suds.

We soak in the steamy heat.

We savor wet flesh touching wet flesh.

We cleanse ourselves of the day’s rigors.

It’s like a steady rain that ends a long drought, bringing nourishment to a barren landscape. Every day, we push ourselves to live our lives, achieve our goals, and survive another day. Somewhere along the way, we try to make time for each other. There’s never enough, but that makes scenarios like this so precious.

It takes few words and fewer actions. We need not entwine our bodies beyond our arms and legs. We don’t require extensive exertion or elaborate activities. In that moment, we’re just too lovers, sharing a hot bath in a loving embrace.

That’s all we need.

That’s all that’s necessary.

That’s all it takes to heal our bodies and ignite our passions.

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