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“After A Long Week” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after an especially long, busy week I had recently. I think everyone has had similar weeks like that at some point in their lives. This is just me turning it into a sexy story. Enjoy!

“Man, it feels good to be home,” said a tired, but restless Kevin Crayton.

Just hearing those words out loud felt cathartic. He almost had to remind himself that it was Friday night. He wasn’t just going home to sleep for a few hours before heading back to the office. He actually had a chance to rest, relax, and actually appreciate everything he’d worked for. That shouldn’t have been such an audacious concept, but that was the kind of life Kevin had forged.

After pulling into the driveway of his modest suburban house, he took a moment to just catch his breath and gather his thoughts. He had just worked a 60-hour week that shouldn’t have been necessary. Unfortunately, his job at the marketing firm he’d been working at since college threw him several curve balls.

On Monday, two people quit out of the blue, not even handing in a two-weeks-notice. On Wednesday, one of his best analysts broke her ankle in a freak accident and had to spend the night in an emergency room. Those were just the most obvious complications that culminated in a project he had finished and turned into the director just two hours ago.

It was one of those tasks that wouldn’t have been too stressful on a typical work week. In fact, he should’ve been able to take off early and spend the afternoon with his wife, Lucy, who only worked part-time at pharmacy. It wasn’t fair to her that he’d been so busy. He’d canceled their usual date night, which really upset him because that was usually the most relaxing part of his week.

He had to make it up to Lucy. He’d promised her the day they got married that he’d make time for her, even as he pursued his career at the firm. Having been raised by a former marine, Kevin took pride in keeping his promises. He just hoped Lucy was in a forgiving mood.

“Now, I need to make it up my wife,” Kevin said with a deep sigh, “and for all I know, that’ll take all weekend.”

He wasn’t looking forward to all the apologies he owed her. They’d barely spoken in the past 36 hours while he’d been so busy at work. That didn’t make Kevin any less eager to see her. He needed a lot of things to make up for the week he had, but for now, he’d settle for his beautiful wife.

“Might as well start somewhere,” he said, shaking his head in exasperation.

Hoping to leave behind a full five days of stress, he exited his car and made his way to the front door. The sun had already set and chances were, Lucy had already eaten dinner. He’d snacked all afternoon and wasn’t even hungry. Hopefully, she had room for desert, assuming she wasn’t upset with him for working so damn hard.

Kevin began rehearsing all the ways he was going to confront her as he approached the front door. Then, just as he was about to open it, he saw a folded piece of paper taped on the doorknob. On the front was his name written in his wife’s handwriting. Curious, Kevin picked it up and opened it.

“Welcome home,” he read. “I know you’ve had a hard week. Open the door to make it better.”

Now more intrigued than curious, Kevin unlocked the front door and opened it. Immediately, he was greeted with a shocking, but appealing sight.

His wife there waiting for him, but in a distinctly kinky sort of way. There, in the middle of the narrow hallway between the stairs and the small table where he put his car keys, Lucy sat naked on the dirty wooden floor. She looked so casual, leaning back on her arms with her legs fully spread with her lady parts on full display. She acted as though it were the most normal thing in the world, a wife greeting her husband with such an overtly sexual display.

“Welcome home, babe,” Lucy greeted. “I had a feeling you’d need something like this.”

“Lucy,” Kevin said, frozen in place and at a loss for words. “I’m…not sure what’s going on here.”

“Kevin, it’s exactly what you think it is and then some. Now, are you going to stand there and gawk or are you going to get in here and let me welcome you?”

His mouth hung open in shock for a good half-minute. Eventually, Kevin collected himself enough to step inside and close the door behind him, if only to keep one of the neighbors from getting an eyeful of his wife’s nude form.

Even then, he remained somewhat confused, but the more primal parts of his mind were already on alert. In seeing Lucy in all her glory, that seductive glint in her eyes that he hadn’t seen since their honeymoon, Kevin remembered that he still had a functioning penis.

He also recalled that hadn’t had sex with his wife in quite a while. In fact, they hadn’t done it in nearly two weeks. That was the longest they had gone without sex since that time they came down with the flu three years ago. After the week he’d just endured, that felt way too long.

“Lucy,” Kevin began, still struggling to form words.

“Before you begin,” she said, cutting him off, “let me just make a few things clear. It should explain why I decided to ditch dinner, candles, and clothes for the night.”

“That would be helpful,” he replied with a half-grin.

“For the record, I know how busy you were this past week. Believe it or not, I do listen when you tell me about your day. You’re not one to complain, but you do tend to wall yourself off. It’s how you keep your mood from affecting the people you care about.”

Kevin’s grin widened. On top of how good she looked naked, Lucy also reminded him how well she knew him. They’d been together for so long that he didn’t always appreciate how much she’d picked up on his quirks. Not a lot of men could make that claim about their wives. It showed just how lucky he was.

“I’m not going to lie. That does bother me to some extent,” Lucy said.

“And I’d planned on spending the weekend apologizing for that,” Kevin said.

“Save it. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’ve already accepted that harping on that is pointless. Your job is important. Sometimes, a lot of shit goes wrong. Rather than agonize over it, I say we skip to the part where we just celebrate that it’s over.”

“Celebrate…yeah,” he said.

He sounded like an immature teenager who’d never seen exposed breasts before. Lucy snickered at his demeanor and so did he. By every measure, the scene before him was crazy, like something ripped out of a bad porno. It also made a twisted bit of sense.

“So with that in mind…” Lucy said, letting her words trail off.

“Right,” Kevin said, his brain finally catching up to his hormones. “There’s a lot I want to say right now, Lucy. But I got to get the fuck out of this itchy suit.”

With renewed energy and intense urgency, Kevin shed his clothes like they were on fire. He threw off his blazer, undid his belt, and stepped out of his shoes before practically tearing off the fancy suit that he’d gotten dry cleaned less than 12 hours ago.

He didn’t care that he wrinkled his dress shirt and slacks by throwing them into the corner with his running shoes. He barely noticed that he’d kicked his expensive dress shoes across the foyer and into the living room. He needed his wife. He needed her welcoming embrace, among other things.

As soon as he was fully naked, he got down on the floor with her, paying no attention to the dirt and mud stains. He then joined his wife in the middle of the narrow hallway, crawling right between her legs and snaking his arms around her before kissing her passionately.

“God, I need you…so much,” Kevin said in between messy kisses.

“Prove it,” Lucy said, her tone rivaling that any temptress.

Knowing exactly what she meant, skipped the heated make-out session that usually initiated their sexual encounters. Instead, he went directly for the part that made his wife melt in his arms.

Keeping his lips active, he sensually kissed down her neck and over her ample cleavage. He made it a point to give her fleshy mounds an extra firm squeeze, which made her shudder in all the right ways. As much as he loved touching her breasts, though, he didn’t linger. Another part of her body beckoned.

Inch by inch, he worked his way down her torso, past her navel, and into the waiting heat of her inner thighs. He noticed that she was already pretty wet. For all he knew, she’d been waiting for him all evening, eager for his tender touch. He had no intention of making his wife wait a second longer.

“Mmm…seems like you need this too,” Kevin commented.

“Care to prove that too?” she quipped.

“Gladly!”

Like a starving man getting his first meal in days, Kevin buried his face in his love’s pussy and began eating her out. He wasn’t slow or careful like he usually was. He went in full-speed, skillfully parting her wet folds with his fingers and plunging his tongue into her womanly flesh.

That intense, feminine aura consumed him, sending him into a daze of drunken desire. That skill and effort drew a powerful reaction from Lucy as well.

“Ooh Kevin!” she squealed with delight. “Consider me…convinced.”

Falling back on her arms, his love let out moans that echoed loudly within the narrow hall. Encouraged, Kevin pushed her thighs farther apart so he could get in deeper, licking and stimulating her depths as only he could. The sounds of her blissful moans was like the sweetest music. Already, he felt the stress of the past week melting away.

“Lucy…you taste so good,” Kevin moaned, his voice muffled by her pussy.

It was once of his admitted kinks that might have been the deciding factor in Lucy accepting his marriage proposal. He loved giving oral sex to women. He loved the taste, smell, and effect of pussy. He’d loved it since his first girlfriend in high school dared him to go down on her one night. He liked to think he’d made her night. By the time he met Lucy, he’d refined his tastes, as well as his technique.

Using his tongue and fingers to full effect, Kevin stimulated all those extra-sensitive spots he’d come to know by heart. It led to louder moans, the likes of which filled the first level of their house. Lucy was a direct, straightforward person by nature. She made clear to everyone what she wanted, what she liked, and how she wanted things done. That extended to sex and he was all too eager to oblige.

“Kevin, I…I’m getting so hot.” his love moaned.

“Good,” he told her, “because I’m going to need more than this.”

Lucy couldn’t see it from her position, but Kevin already had a full-fledged boner urging him on. Whether it was a product of pent up sexual energy or the act of gorging on his wife’s pussy, he was very aroused and in need of his wife’s sex.

After giving her folds one last tender lick, Kevin rose up from the floor and got on top of her. He ended up pinning her right on the floor, the dirty wood pressing up against her naked flesh. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She kept her legs fully spread, took him in her arms, and pulled him on top of her so that her ample breasts pressed up against his chest.

“Kevin…take me,” Lucy told him. “Give me what you need…what we both need.”

Her words echoed with the same desperation he felt in every fiber of his being. It was no longer about having overdue sex with his wife. It was about fulfilling an unmet need for both of them.

Driven and determined like never before, Kevin grabbed hold of her thighs and guided his erect dick into her waiting vagina. The feeling of their flesh melding, his hard masculine flesh entering her moist womanly depths, was intoxicating – a once cold void filled with a powerful new heat. It sent him deeper into his daze and Lucy gladly followed.

“Feeling better yet, love?” she purred.

“Ohhh Lucy!” was all Kevin got out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She laughed and playfully kissed him, trailing her lips down his face and neck. That encouraged Kevin even more. Lucy had never been a slow and steady kind of girl when it came to sex. She liked it rough. They both did. It was the most potent manifestation of their love for one another.

He made it a point to be extra potent, working his hips and pumping his member inside her tight flesh with great vigor. Their naked bodies rocked and writhed on the floor within the narrow hallway. Kevin couldn’t recall how long it had been since they mopped the area. If it hadn’t been dirty before, they were certainly making it dirty, the sweat and crime of their bodies mixing in a growing pool of passion.

The added effort paid off sooner than expected. After a good dose of hard, focused humping, Lucy’s moans got louder. The writhing and movements of her body intensified. She was already on the brink of orgasm. He knew the signs and Lucy was rarely subtle about it.

“Harder, Kevin! Do it harder! I’m going to…come!” she moaned.

Kevin adjusted his body slightly, rising up so that he could hump her at a different angle. He intensified the pace, watching as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her sweaty flesh grinding against the floor. It was such a beautiful, erotic sight…one that became a noisy spectacle as he sent her over the edge.

“Oohhh Kevin!” she cried out.

The hallways did little to contain the sounds of such ecstasy. He watched in awe as Lucy arched her lower back, closed her eyes, and grasped her breasts as she climaxed right there on the dirty floor. He even slowed his movements so that he could enjoy every second of it.

That might have been the quickest he’d ever brought his wife to orgasm and for someone who claimed she could get herself off with an electric toothbrush, that was saying something. While it was relatively easy to make Lucy come, leaving her satisfied was more challenging. He was more than up to the task, though.

“You really did need that,” Kevin teased, still panting heavily from their sex.

“Yeah…no need to prove it this time,” she said.

“Still…couldn’t hurt to be sure,” he said coyly.

In another show of his burning needs, he withdrew his cock from her still-throbbing vagina, shifted his grip to her waist, and turned her over so that she was on all fours. Still clearly drunk on orgasmic bliss, Lucy did not resist in the slightest. She even shook her heart-shaped ass a bit, as if he needed more tempting at that point.

“Go on,” she said. “Be as sure as you want!”

“I intend to do nothing less!” Kevin told her.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he positioned himself behind her, propped on one knee with his right foot planted firmly on the floor. He then grabbed hold of his wife’s wonderfully round butt, guided his still-rigid cock to her outer folds, and thrust it back into her. From here, he resumed their sex, now with more leverage and even more motivation to fulfill his own needs.

Again, he pumped his cock within her tight folds. It was intense, vigorous, and focused. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt echoed through the hall, the feeling of the floor sticking to their sweaty flesh. Lucy even supplemented his movements, bucking her hips so that their bodies moved in a harmonious symphony of sincere love and pent-up lust.

Need mixed with desire and desire became pleasure…intense, overwhelming pleasure that escalated rapidly. Kevin usually preferred drawing out sex with Lucy. He liked to savor it as much as possible. For the sake of completing an overdue feeling, he made an exception and pushed towards his waiting peak.

“Lucy…I’m close…so close! I need it…so bad!” he said through increasingly labored grunts.

“Do it, my love,” Lucy told him. “Come…meet your need with me.”

He did it harder, working closer and closer to his goal. Lucy did her part too, rising up and guiding his hands to her breasts, allowing him to squeeze them for that final drive into ecstasy. It did the trick. He got what he needed.

“Ohhh Lucy!” he gasped, mirroring the words and passion she’d voiced earlier.

Like a warm wave washing over an arid desert, a surge of bliss erupted from within. His dick throbbed, his face contorted, and his muscles tensed in accord with his release. His manly fluid mixed with her feminine juices in a pool of shared passion, a literal manifestation of the lust and love they had expressed in a narrow hallway of all places.

As he soaked in that feeling, he captured Lucy’s lips in another kiss. Eventually, their naked bodies parted and they found themselves sitting with their backs against the wall – still naked, yet very relaxed.

It was beautiful, pleasurable, and exhilarating. After a week of work, stress, and pressure, it was the perfect counter. Kevin went from frustrating restlessness to utter contentment in record time. It was all thanks to having such an amazing wife, one who knew how to fulfill a need and be extra sexy in the process.

“What a way to end a long week,” Kevin said with a beaming smile.

“Amen to that!” said Lucy.

“Work sucks, but when you’ve got someone you love to come home to…someone who doesn’t mind being naked as soon as the door opens.”

“Don’t say it’s worth it. Work shouldn’t be the only reason why you come home to make love to your wife.”

“It’s not,” he said as he affectionately embraced her. “I was going to say it reminds you that no matter how hectic the rest of life gets, you can still get so much with the simplest, sexiest basics.”

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Daily Sexy Musings: Underneath Our Clothes

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The following are some of my sexy musings to help start your day, among other things. Enjoy!

We’re all naked underneath our clothes. Thin layers of fabric separate modesty from obscenity. We go outside every day, knowing that our most private areas are protected only by the attire we choose. We never give it a second thought, but we cover ourselves, as though exposure will bring us irreparable harm.

We come out of the womb blissfully unaware of all taboos. We simply seek warmth from the elements and nothing more. There is purpose to covering ourselves, but it gets lost as we grow into a world afraid of its own reflection, aghast at what the sight of our bodies may evoke. Is it out of fear? Is it out of uncertainty as to how we’ll react? We don’t know, but we never bother to ask.

Perhaps it’s because it makes us horny, wanting sensual experiences that go beyond what society deems appropriate.

Perhaps it’s because it makes us complacent, realizing that every person is equally vulnerable at the end of the day. No matter their race, creed, wealth, or status, they are as frail as any animal in the wild.

Perhaps it’s because it reminds us that we are conditioned to avert our eyes, avoiding vanity and the thoughts that go with it. There is danger in self-obsession, large and small. How are we to function when we are too captivated by our own beauty?

At the end of every day, we are still naked. Our skin, genitals and all, are there for us to see. We cannot avoid them. We can only make excuses, but never valid reasons. The mirror still reveals everything, unfiltered and unobscured. Dread it or embrace it. One will bring acceptance. The other will only bring more excuses.

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“Labor Day Loving” A Sexy Short Story (About Labor Day)

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First off, Happy Labor Day! Some celebrate by having cookouts and parties with friend and family. I love those as much as the next guy, but some people seek to celebrate by telling sexy short stories. I’m one of those people. The following is a sexy short story about Labor Day that I wrote in anticipation of this holiday. Enjoy!

At last, Labor Day had arrived. For most people, it was just another day that extended the weekend by 24 hours. For Jessica and Ryan Valina, though, it was a reprieve they hadn’t enjoyed since New Years. For once, they didn’t have to wake up at five in the morning just to beat the traffic. They could actually sleep in on a Monday and catch up on some badly-needed rest.

That had been their plan for the past six weeks. Unfortunately, it had not gone as well as they’d hoped.

“Ryan,” said Jessica restlessly.

“Yes, Jessica?” her husband replied.

“Are you as wide awake as me, right now?”

“That depends,” Ryan said. “Are your eyelids fighting to stay open?”

“They have been for the past half-hour…at least,” she groaned.

“Then yeah, I’d say I am that awake.”

Ryan sounded every bit as frustrated as she was. She’d been lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to will herself back to sleep. It was no use. Looking over towards her husband, who was on his side facing away from her, she saw someone who needed that extra sleep every bit as much as her.

It just wasn’t happening, though. Their minds and bodies would not cooperate.

“What times is it?” Ryan asked her.

“A quarter till five,” she told him.

“You’re kidding,” he said, rolling onto his back.

“I wish I was. Guess we blacked out the windows for nothing.”

“You still turned the alarm off, right?”

“Of course I did,” Jessica said, not hiding her frustration. “I also turned off our phones, turned up the air conditioner, and told the neighbors not to come over unless the house was on fire.”

“Since I don’t smell smoke, I guess that was for nothing too,” said Ryan.

“How is that even possible? We stayed up late last night, had an extra glass of wine, and binged-watched a bunch of crap on our DVR that had piled up over the past few months. We made a concerted effort to sleep in this morning!”

“And yet…here we are,” he said distantly.

It would’ve been funny if it weren’t so frustrating. It was their first day off in ages and they couldn’t even enjoy it. They had conditioned themselves too well to wake up early on Mondays. It didn’t seem fair.

Then again, fairness had been in short supply since she and Ryan got married. Being college sweethearts, they spent several years enjoying the flexibility of campus life. They could stack all their classes in the afternoon, giving them time to sleep in every morning and hook up whenever the mood struck them. Then, they graduated and got jobs. That was when things got much less flexible.

Ryan was a computer engineer at a software company and she was a business analyst at an investment firm. Both were entry level jobs that had them working at the lowest rungs of the pecking order, which meant they were the ones that had to work longer, harder, and for less money than their experienced supervisors. Between that and their student loan debts, the ability to sleep in on a weekday or even a weekend became a luxury.

Everything became so regimented, revolving around going to work, paying the rent, and helping each other stay on track. They couldn’t just go to the movies on a whim, make love in the middle of the afternoon, or take a daytrip to the city. Beyond dedicating so much money to bills and debts, they just didn’t have the time or energy.

That was supposed to change. Labor Day was supposed to be the first day in a long while when they didn’t have to put in overtime or obsess over work. They could just relax, rest, and recuperate. Jessica made it very clear how she wanted to spend the holiday. Ryan had never agreed to anything so quickly before. It shouldn’t have been that hard, but forces beyond their control kept working against them.

“This isn’t fair,” Jessica said, breaking the silence.

“Tell me about it,” Ryan said with a sigh.

“We bust our asses all year at work – going in on holidays, staying late on Fridays, and even losing our vacation days – just to get our careers going. We try to do everything right, totally changing our priorities after fooling around at college for several years.”

“I miss those days so much. Then again, maybe this is our punishment for having so much fun back then.”

“That makes it even more unfair,” she groaned. “It’s not like we did drugs in dirty alleys and crashed cars on the highway. We got married, for crying out loud! We graduated on time with useful degrees…way more useful than that stupid art history degree my older brother got.”

“It can’t have been that stupid,” Ryan said. “He got that nice job at that movie studio and he takes Fridays off half the time.”

“Don’t make me even more restless, Ryan. This is serious. I needed this. We both did. You remember what Dr. Lanner said back in July. We need to get more sleep. We need to reduce our stress levels.”

“I remember what he said. I also remember him saying it would take more than a few long weekends.”

“I know, damn it! We had to start somewhere, right? I wanted it to be today. Hell, it’s Labor Day. It should be today.”

Jessica tensed up under the covers. Ryan rolled onto his side again and lightly embraced her, which helped calm her down a bit. She took a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Getting worked up about not being able to sleep in wasn’t healthy. It could only make things worse and she didn’t need that. Neither she nor her husband could afford more stress.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she lightly embraced her husband. “I’m getting way too uptight, especially for a holiday.”

“Like you said, it’s Labor Day,” Ryan told her. “It’s not exactly the biggest holiday of the year.”

“I know. It’s just…you and I have worked so hard for so little reward lately. We knew after four years of college and a fancy wedding at the beach that we’d have to buckle down and focus on building our lives together. But what good is that life if we don’t take time to enjoy it?”

“Not much of a life, that’s for sure,” he said.

“I’ve been tired for weeks,” she went on, “wanting nothing more than to just lie in bed with my husband, sleep past sunrise for once, and enjoy a stress-free holiday. Why does that have to be so hard?”

“I don’t know,” said Ryan. “I wish it weren’t, but I guess all that work has really gotten to us. We’ve pushed ourselves so hard that our lives are built around working and recovering from work.”

When he put it like that, it seemed pathetic. Jessica turned back towards her husband, his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. In the reflection of his eyes, she saw a beleaguered young woman who’d forgotten what it was like to relax and have fun. She also saw in Ryan a man who wanted to rest, but didn’t know how. It was like they had trapped themselves in a cycle of work and exhaustion.

That condition was untenable. Jessica refused to let that be her and Ryan’s life moving forward. She married him in hope of forging a better future with him. She wasn’t going to let work undermine that future.

“We can’t let it get that bad,” Jessica said, rolling onto her side so that she faced him. “That can’t be how we spend our first Labor Day together.”

“It might be a little late to salvage it,” Ryan said with a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to make up for it next year.”

“No! That’ll just set a precedent for every other holiday. If we’re going to actually enjoy married life together, we need to do it now.”

“I’m all for that, but how are we supposed to do that when we can’t even sleep in on Labor Day?”

He made it seem like an intractable problem. Jessica didn’t believe in intractable problems. When faced with a complication, she didn’t try to go around it. She tried to go through it. That was part of what helped her and Ryan come together in the first place. She needed to be that bold once more, if only to set an example for how she and her husband spent Labor Day together.

Still facing her husband, Jessica decided to act on a whim.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “but I have an idea…one I’m not going to think through.”

Before Ryan could respond, she grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled on top of him, pinning him flat on his back in the process. Then, now straddling his waist with just his boxers and her panties to separate them, she rose into an upright position and slid off the white T-shirt she’d worn to bed. Since she never wore a bra to bed, it rendered her topless, her breasts fully exposed to him in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

“Whoa,” Ryan said, already looking more alert. “I’m liking this idea, but…”

Jessica silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.

“Please, Ryan…don’t think this through, either,” she told him. “The way I see it…if we’ve forgotten how to sleep in on a holiday, then we might as well do something we still know how to do.”

“Make love before sunrise?” he said, his demeanor perking up in more ways than one.

“Not quite,” Jessica retorted. “Making love takes energy, focus, and passion. Fucking just requires energy…the kind we have too much of at the moment.”

Ryan still looked confused, which was understandable for anyone feeling restless on a Monday morning. Jessica made it a point to clear things up before either of them could second-guess the moment.

Following her lurid whim, she kissed her husband on the lips while allowing her breasts to press against his chest. It wasn’t the kind of gentle, loving kiss she usually reserved for dates and romantic moments either. It was the same kiss she’d have given a cute guy a nightclub after a few too many shots of tequila.

Her husband remained shocked for a moment, but it quickly wore off as baser instincts took over. He began kissing back, his hands finding their way to her waist in the process. As their lips touched, Jessica lightly rubbed her pelvis up against his, which helped get his blood flowing in the right direction. As soon as she sensed arousal, she abruptly ended the kiss and acted on another impulse.

“Lift up your hips,” Jessica told him.

Ryan did as she said without question, his confusion giving way to a lustful daze. She took that as a promising sign. That meant they were on the same page.

Upon complying with her request, she made quick work of his boxers. That had been all he wore to bed the previous night, rendering him fully naked after she tossed them aside. Even in the darkness of the early morning, she could make out his manly stature. It got her juices flowing in the right direction as well, which would help make the next part of her idea even easier.

Rising up slightly as well, she slid off her panties, leaving her fully nude as well. She then straddled his waist and leaned over, giving him a perfect view of her face and her cleavage. It ensure she had his full attention, among other thing.

“I’m going to suck your dick now,” Jessica told him. “I’m going to get it nice and hard. At the same time, I want you to eat my pussy out.”

“And get it nice and wet?” he asked, quickly filling in the blanks.

“That part was implied,” she affirmed. “After that, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Are you going to do that nice and hard, too?” Ryan added.

“You got a better way venting excess energy this early in the morning?”

“No. I don’t,” he said with a coy grin.

He was already getting into the spirit of Labor Day, it seemed. The restlessness gave way to a shared desire to see her crazy idea through. She still had no idea whether it would work, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

Licking her lips and following that same Labor Day spirit, she shifted her body so that they were in a perfect 69 position. Her pussy hovered right over his face while his dick was right in front of hers. The energy and restlessness that kept them awake now had an outlet. In the interest of doing something with that energy, they went to work releasing it.

“Mmm…holiday pussy,” Ryan said before burying his face in her inner thighs.

“Ooh! Some holiday,” Jessica replied with a purr.

He’d gotten ahead of her, wasting no time in using his fingers to spread her folds so that he could probe her inner depths with his tongue. The subtle shivers of pleasure that followed helped motivate her even more, taking her husband’s dick in both hands and devouring it with her lips.

The shared act of early-morning lust effectively silenced them. With newfound purpose, they gave each other the kind of oral sex they hadn’t enjoyed since their anniversary college. Jessica wasn’t as careful or tedious as usual, opting for a more direct approach. She squeezed the base and stroked the shaft, sucking and licking up along his length. The goal wasn’t to create some elaborately erotic act. She was just looking to get him hard for sex.

It worked quicker than she’d expected. She felt her husband’s member swell rapidly within her mouth. At the same time, she felt his tongue slither in and around her pussy, stimulating all the sensitive areas that got her extra moist. It shouldn’t have been possible to get that horny so early in the morning, even on a holiday. It showed just how restless they were and how much they needed it.

“Wow! So hard so soon?” said Jessica, his throbbing erection in both hands.

“Morning wood,” he teased after giving her pussy one last lick. “For once, it’s good for something.”

Jessica snickered at her husband’s comment. Already, she felt the tension and restlessness subside. Instead of lamenting on her inability to sleep in on a holiday, she was just horny now. That effectively streamlined her plan.

“I take it that means you’re ready,” she said.

“As ready as any man can be at this hour,” he replied.

“That should be enough.”

Giving the tip of his cock one last lick, Jessica rose up and shifted her body again. Just as before, she straddled his waist, her knees planted firmly at his side with her pelvis aligned with her husband’s cock. He kept his hands on her hips, gazing up at her with focused desire.

“Time to start fucking,” she said to him. “No setup…no teasing…just sex.”

“I can do that,” Ryan said intently.

“All that lingering energy from long days and short weekends…channel it into fucking me. Just let it all out!”

“In other words, fuck until we’re tired again?”

Jessica laughed and gave her husband a kiss. It was remarkable how well they could coordinate when they had a share goal, be it building a life together or having some Labor Day sex.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” she affirmed.

“That’s a plan I can get behind,” Ryan said.

Without another word, Jessica reached behind her back, grabbed the base of her lover’s cock, and guided it into her vagina. A flood of sharp sensations followed as his flesh penetrated hers, her moist folds surrounding his manly flesh in a melding of their bodies. That warm, intimate feeling unleashed the pent up energy that had kept them awake, among other things.

Shifting her grip to his waist, Jessica rode her husband’s cock in a perfect cowgirl position, gyrating her hips in succession of steady movements. Together, they gasped and moaned as the tight folds of her pussy slithered along the length of Ryan’s cock, triggering a steady stream of blissful feelings. If she had any lingering tension before, she sure didn’t have it now.

“Ryan…oohhh Ryan,” she gasped in between movements.

“Ohhh Jessica,” he moaned.

She narrowed her gaze on his, conveying to him the love that had gotten them so far. He did the same, flashing her that affectionate glint that she only ever saw in their most intimate moments. Feeling up her waist as she rode him, he fondled her breasts as they bounced to the rhythm. It added an extra bit of sensation to their sex, as well as motivation to keep venting the energy.

It had been a while since she and Ryan had just fucked like rabbits. There was once a time when they just randomly jumped each other’s bone in between the nights they set aside for romantic lovemaking. They still made love fairly regularly, but those moments where they just went at it had pretty much vanished since they started working. Everything became a routine with very little margin for error, even in matters of sex.

There was nothing routine about what she felt at the moment, though. There was no schedule or plan, romantic or otherwise. She and Ryan were just fucking, relishing in the raw, basic pleasures that often got lost in between work. She must have needed it more than him because she could already feel an orgasm coming on.

“Ryan, I…I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…come!” she panted, already winded from her rhythmic motions.

“Come, Jessica,” he urged her. “Come…as much as you need to.”

That deep, determined tone in his voice – the same tone that made him such a hard worker, no less – helped send her over the edge. When the feeling hit, there was nothing fancy about it. It was just a nice, powerful orgasm.

She dug her nails into his torso, closed her eyes, and arched her lower back as the ripples of pleasure surged through her. Ryan tightened his hold on her breasts, supplementing the feeling as she soaked in the feeling. It rendered her dazed, her body and mind settling into that special state where stress and worry just melted away. It was the perfect antidote for restlessness.

“Tired yet, Jess?” Ryan said with a half-grin.

“Getting there,” she replied, still short of breath.

“Good! I’ll get you the rest of the way.”

Showing a similar resolve to the one she’d just demonstrated, Ryan rose up and wrapped her in his powerful arms. He then kissed her, laid her back down on the bed, and got on top of her. Their flesh never parted, his throbbing manhood still deep in her pussy. That morning wood of his was even harder than she’d expected.

Still in her daze, Jessica kept embracing her husband, clinging to his manly flesh as he began fucking her with the same brand of raw energy that she’d so effectively tapped. Ryan was a bit less measured in his movements, though, establishing a harder, faster rhythm than before. It was not the mark of the marathon lovemaking they’d enjoyed before. It was a sprint towards more ecstasy.

“Ooh yeah! Hard and fast…just like that!” Jessica moaned. “Do it, Ryan! Wear yourself out fucking me!”

Her husband responded with a deep grunt before kissing down her neck and intensifying his movement. Back and forth, in and out, his upper body grinded against hers with each motion. He really dug his knees and feet into the bed, working his cock inside her still-throbbing pussy. Wave after wave of intense, chaotic sensations followed, coupled with equally chaotic gestures. It rocked the bed hard, as if to reflect just how much energy they had to vent.

In her daze, it was hard to keep up. As she and Ryan moved together in the intimate heat, their naked bodies shifted under the covers through a succession of positions. At one point, she had both her legs hitched over his shoulder as he humped her. At another, she was on her side while Ryan fucked her at an angle. Somewhere along the line, she climaxed again. She might have even climaxed a few more times after that. It was hard to tell, but Jessica couldn’t care less.

It all just came gushing out through their sex. Hands, fingers, and lips ran wildly every step of the way, his manly sinews remaining entwined with her feminine curves. There was no pattern or system to it. There was just two people fucking on Labor Day morning, blowing off the steam that they’d built up over the course of such a busy year. It was overdue and it felt so damn good.

The pace only started to slow after Ryan, winded from so much intimate exertion, neared his climax. Jessica was on her side and he was spooning her from behind, pumping his dick into her while fondling her breasts. She sensed he was close. She also sensed he was almost spent, which was just what she’d hoped.

“Jessica…I’m close,” he grunted, in between increasingly desperate thrusts.

“I’m ready,” Jessica replied, her voice still dazed. “Just let it all out…and then some.”

She placed her hand atop his, entwining their fingers as if to guide him the rest of the way. The last round of movements was pretty labored, requiring an extra push to get to that special place where no further energy was necessary. Finally, after a few more passionate movements, it happened.

There was no spectacle to it. Ryan just let out a deep, euphoric grunt as he climaxed. Jessica, still clutching her lover’s hand, moaned with him as she felt a thick stream of his manly fluid shoot into her. That intimate warmth, their sensual juices mixing together, felt like their excess energy taking a tangible form. Releasing it was both cathartic and pleasurable.

“Happy Labor Day, my love,” Jessica told him.

“Same to you…my love,” he said breathlessly.

When the feeling had passed, the afterglow subsuming the euphoria, Ryan withdrew from her and rolled onto his back again. Jessica rolled over as well and curled up next to him, his arm still draped around her. Every muscle in her body had relaxed. Every fiber still burned from their lustful outburst. She could barely move her limbs, let alone keep her eyes opened.

“It’s official,” Ryan said, exhaustion and contentment echoing in every word. “I’m tired again.”

“Me too,” Jessica said with a light grin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. And for the record…I’d like to make this our new Labor Day tradition.”

It was too late. Ryan had already fallen asleep. Smiling to herself, Jessica closed her eyes and followed him, finally slipping into that deep, relaxed state that once seemed so elusive. For a holiday like Labor Day, it felt fitting.

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Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Labor Day 2018 Edition

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It’s Labor Day weekend and once again, we all find ourselves asking the same question. What the hell is Labor Day and why the hell is it a holiday? There’s probably a legitimate story behind it, but I doubt most people will care because it means a day off work and a chance to sleep in on a Monday.

I’m somewhat lucky, I guess. When I was growing up, my family made it a point to have a big Labor Day cookout to cap off the summer. My family never passed up a chance to throw a party and have a get-together. Sometimes, the 4th of July just wasn’t enough. I remember those cookouts fondly, but they were somewhat tainted by the fact that I had to go to school the next day.

As I’ve gotten older, though, I’ve come to appreciate Labor Day for what it is. We all work so hard just to survive in this crazy world. We all need to take a step back and relax every once in a while. Work is all well and good, but we need balance. I often feel as though Americans are way behind in that respect, compared to those in Europe.

That being said, I urge everyone to make the most of this day. Holiday or not, it’s a day to enjoy the last bit of summer before cold weather sweeps in and Christmas lights go up. That’s why I dedicate this week’s edition of Sexy Sunday Thoughts to Labor Day and sleeping in on a Monday. Enjoy!


“When you think about it, foreplay and negotiating aren’t really THAT different in terms of navigating sex.”


“The difference between having an eccentric quirk and a sexy kink is the amount of lube required.”


“Enjoying cream in your coffee is like enjoying extra tongue with oral sex.”


“An orgy is basically the Netflix of sex.”


“Bad sex can taint love, but good love can repair bad sex.”


“Nipples are nature’s way of keeping some sensitive parts of the body above the waist.”


“The first three-way was contemplated by a either a really horny man or a very tired woman.”


I hope that helps make everyone’s long weekend feel that much more complete. Whether you intend to have a cookout, like my parents, or just not get out of your underwear all day, I hope you find a way to enjoy Labor Day. For some of us, though, the work never ends and that’s especially true of telling sexy stories and sharing sexy thoughts.

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Announcement: New Approach To Website

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This is just a quick announcement on the future of this website and my writing endeavors. For the past few weeks, I’ve been contemplating how to go about improving the content and experience of this site. I’ve also been contemplating the amount of time and effort I put into it, whether it pertains to promoting my novels or crafting sexy short stories.

When I started this website, my main goal was to establish a presence the crowded space that is the internet. From that presence, I hoped to generate an audience that enjoys my novels, my stories, and my occasional insights into issues that range from complex gender dynamics to sex robots. If I can make those issues sexy, then that’s a nice bonus.

While I enjoy talking about these topics, the time and effort that goes into each article is pretty extensive. Indeed, it has helped generate traffic for this website, but I feel as though little has come from this traffic, other than improving my stats. I don’t want that to be the sole measure of success for this site.

As such, I’ve decided to adopt a new approach for this website. I’ll continue to write articles on hot-button issues that range from abortion to artificial intelligence to depictions of video game characters. However, they will no longer be a daily feature. I’d rather focus on quality over quantity when discussing those issues, especially given the sensitive nature of certain topics.

Instead, I’d like to put more emphasis into my sexy short stories, comic book reviews, and other kinds of reviews that I feel have a sexy sort of relevance. I’ll also begin a regular column that I call my “Daily Sexy Musings,” which are more drawn-out version of my weekly Sexy Sunday Thoughts. These musings, I hope, will provide a sexy start to your day and get you thinking more sexy thoughts.

Ideally, I’ll establish a regular schedule for musings, sexy short stories, and serious articles about hot-button issues. If you have any suggestions or preferences for how I go about providing content on this site, please let me know in the comments. I’m certainly open to suggestions.

I genuinely want this website to succeed, both in terms of traffic and in terms of furthering my goals as a writer. I’d like to make a career out of writing and I want this site to play a part in the process. I’m not sure how to go about it, but I’m willing to learn and do the necessary work. Hopefully, it’ll make for a lucrative and sexy payoff.

I expect the next few months to be a time of adjustments and changes. To all those who have supported this site over the past couple years, I sincerely thank you and I hope to keep providing quality sexy content.

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Jack Fisher’s Predictions/Picks For The 2018 NFL Season

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It’s finally that time of year when we can definitively answer the question that Hank William Jr. loves asking so loudly.

Are you ready for some football?

Yes, Mr. Williams. Yes, I am. I know football has not exactly been a squeaky-clean enterprise lately. I’m well-aware of the long list of bad press it has generated over the past year and before it. I don’t doubt that there will be plenty of controversies to come, some more egregious than others.

For now, though, I want to set aside all the outrage, grand-standing, and whining for a moment and focus on real, actual football. Last year, I made a series of predictions and picks for how I thought the 2017 season would play out. I was dead wrong. I had the Panthers and the Steelers in the Super Bowl. One didn’t make the playoffs and the other got knocked out in the second round.

I’m not an expert, nor am I psychic. I freely admit that. However, I am a die-hard football fan who follows multiple teams, right down to which knee-ligament they injure. As such, I’m going to share my gut predictions for how the 2018 season will pan out, minus the inevitable controversies.

Like last year, I can only assume so much before the first game. Injuries, front office shake-ups, and player suspensions are likely to upend any predictions. For now, though, here are my picks for the division winners and the outcome of Super Bowl LIII.


AFC East

Once again, this is the easiest division to pick in football. It has been for nearly two decades now. It’s not just that the Patriots are that good with Bill Belichick as a coach and Tom Brady as a quarterback. Every other team in the division just keeps finding ways to fall behind.

The Buffalo Bills ended a 17-year playoff drought last year, only to ditch their starting quarterback, Tyrod Taylor. The Miami Dolphins thought they could win with Jay Cutler and the less said about the New York Jets’ struggles to replace Joe Namath, the better. I’m not saying that it’s impossible for these three teams to overachieve this year. I’m just saying they have a lot working against them.

As long as Tom Brady stays healthy, the Patriots should win their division with ease. The Dolphins are the only wild card, but that depends on Ryan Tannehill’s ability to recover from a torn ACL and an offense that traded away its best receiver to Cleveland. The Patriots dynasty will end at some point, as all dynasties do. It just won’t be this year.

Winner: New England Patriots


AFC North

This is another easy division to pick, but one that might not be as easy as usual. As of now, the Pittsburg Steelers are the most complete team. They have the best receiver in football in Antonio Brown. They have a two-time Super Bowl winner in Ben Roethlisberger. They have an all-pro running back in Le’Veon Bell. They have what it takes to win the division and make a run at the Super Bowl.

As good as the Steelers are, though, their age is showing. Roethlisberger has a lengthy injury history and Bell seems to be getting impatient with wanting a long-term deal. Every other team in the division is catching up to them, including the Cleveland Browns. However, until the Browns can prove they can win at least one game, they’re a long way from competing.

Both the Baltimore Ravens and the Cincinnati Bengals have improved. The Ravens are getting Joe Flacco back healthy and they’ve gained a few offensive weapons. Unlike previous years, the Steelers will not run away with this division early. They’ll have to fight for it, going into December.

Even with the improvement of their rivals, though, I think it’s still the Steelers’ division to lose. Roethlisberger understands his window for another Super Bowl is closing. The team got blind-sided last year by the Jaguars and they’re going to make a hard push for one last run before their core starts to fracture.

Winner: Pittsburg Steelers


AFC South

Unlike the previous two divisions, this one might be the most competitive division in football. You could easily make a case for any one of these teams winning the division and not seem crazy. This division was one of the tightest in the league last year and it’s going to be even tighter this year.

In the end, though, I believe the Indianapolis Colts will come out on top. I know that assumes a lot about Andrew Luck’s health. He hasn’t played in a regular season game since 2015 because of a shoulder injury. However, I believe that just means he’ll be well-rested and able to re-establish the Colts as a force to be reckoned with in the AFC.

It won’t be easy. Both the Huston Texans and the Jacksonville Jaguars will fight them for the division. While I think the Texans will get a boost with the development of Deshaun Watson, I don’t think he’s ready to overtake Luck. It’s easy to forget that just a few years ago, Luck took a scrappy Colts team to the AFC championship. The team he has around him is much better and I think that’ll be the deciding factor.

Again, this could come down to the last week of the season. This division may end up producing two wild card teams. At the moment, though, I believe Luck’s return will be the deciding factor.

Winner: Indianapolis Colts


AFC West

This is a tough division to predict. It’s one of those divisions that doesn’t have a really dominant team, but it doesn’t have any really bad teams either. All four of them have talent on both sides of the ball. All four could get hot at just the right time and make the playoffs. For the moment, I think the Oakland Raiders have the best chance.

That’s not just because of the return of Jon Gruden as their coach. I believe they have a solid core with Derek Carr as their quarterback and Khalil Mack as their top defensive player. Yes, I know Mack is in the middle of a contract hold-out. I don’t believe that’s going to last too deep into the season. This team has too much going for it.

I know the Kansas City Chiefs and Denver Broncos have top-tier defenses, but I don’t think that will be enough to carry them through. Patrick Mahomes and Case Keenum just aren’t going to provide enough balance. I believe Philip Rivers could certainly carry the Los Angeles Chargers to the division if the team gets hot, but that whole team is in flux right now. I don’t see it having enough to overtake Oakland this year.

Winner: Oakland Raiders


NFC East

This is probably my most ambitious pick. I know the New York Giants finished dead last in the division last year, which led to the end of Eli Manning’s consecutive start streak and the end of Ben McAdoo’s tenure as coach. However, this division is almost always in flux and I think the time has come for the Giants to reclaim it.

The Philadelphia Eagles may be the defending Super Bowl champs, but I also see them taking a step back. I’ve seen a pretty sloppy team throughout preseason. Carson Wentz is still recovering from a torn ACL and Nick Foles has not shown that he can carry over his astonishing playoff performance that led the team to their first Super Bowl. The team will still be good, but it won’t repeat.

The NFC East, historically, has not let teams repeat. It’s just too competitive and the teams around the Eagles are too hungry to let them do it again. The Washington Redskins keep stocking up on defensive talent and the Dallas Cowboys, despite losing Dez Bryant, still have playmakers on both sides of the ball.

What will carry the Giants beyond them, though, is their investment in Saquon Barkley, their fourth overall pick in this year’s draft. He is, by far, the best running back the Giants have had since Tiki Barber. He will provide the Giants offense with the kind of balanced attack that helped propel it to two Super Bowl victories.

I believe the Giants of 2018 will use the same script as the Cowboys of 2016, following a rookie running back into the playoffs. While I don’t think they’ll go all the way, I believe they have the tools they need to overcome their rivals, at least for this year.

Winner: New York Giants


NFC South

This is another division that always seems to be in flux. Every year seems to birth a dominant team. It was the Carolina Panthers in 2015. It was the Atlanta Falcons in 2016. It was the New Orleans Saints in 2017, thanks to two rookie running backs that carried their offense. This year, though, I believe the Falcons will once again rise to the top.

Beyond the fat new contract they just gave Matt Ryan, I believe the Falcons have a good blend of defensive talent to go along with offensive weapons that include the likes of Julio Jones. Last year, they kept things close and managed to make it into the playoffs as a wild card team. They just didn’t make enough plays when it mattered.

I believe they’ll fight a little harder this year after seeing the Eagles upset the Patriots in the Super Bowl. I also believe that the Saints, Panthers, and Buccaneers did not do enough to improve in the offseason. I can see one of those teams making it as a wild card team, but I think the Falcons will eventually pull away with the division.

Winner: Atlanta Falcons


NFC West

This might be an unpopular pick, especially after the Los Angeles Rams surprised everybody last year with their record. Plus, most saw how hot the San Francisco 49ers got at the end of last year and think Jimmy Garoppolo is the second coming of Joe Montana. I believe both those teams can make a case for winning the division this year, but I’m still going with the team that has a Super Bowl ring in this decade.

The Seahawks really faltered last year and they’ve steadily lost the core that won the Super Bowl in 2013. However, they still have Russell Wilson, who had to single-handedly win games last year. They also have the most stable coaching staff with Pete Carroll and a fresh crop of defensive talent to build on.

They’re not going to be as dominant as they were in previous years, but I think they have what it takes to reign in the Rams and 49ers. Both of those teams are on the rise, but they still have a way to go before they can be true contenders. It’s hard to say whether the Arizona Cardinals will be in the mix with journeyman Sam Bradford as their quarterback. In a division like this, though, stability counts for something.

At the moment, the Seahawks are the most stable, consistent team in the division. They’re losing ground to the 49ers and Rams, but so long as they can avoid the flood of injuries they had last year, I think they’ll still come out on top.

Winner: Seattle Seahawks


NFC North

This could very well be the most exciting division in all of football. This division, alone, will help make the 2018 NFL season worth watching. Each team has a capable quarterback. Each team has playmakers on both sides of the ball. Each team is hungry for a Super Bowl. This is one of those divisions that will make for the most drama that doesn’t involve Colin Kaepernick.

The Chicago Bears surprised me last year with how well Mitch Trubisky played. The Detroit Lions surprised me by how competitive they were in so many games. Even the Green Bay Packers surprised me with how well they played in the absence of Aaron Rogers. None, however, were as surprising as the Minnesota Vikings and not just because of that last-second miracle play against the Saints in the NFC Divisional round.

The Vikings accomplished that feat with Case Keenum, who is now in Denver. Since then, they landed the biggest offseason prize in recent memory with Kirk Cousins. Seeing the numbers he put up with the Redskins behind mediocre talent at best and the Vikings are officially poised for a Super Bowl run.

I can still see either the Packers or the Lions overtaking them. I can even see the Bears over-achieving at some point. However, in terms of talent and depth, the Vikings are the most complete team. I believe they’ll eventually win the division. It’ll come down to the final week of the season, but their depth and talent levels are just too great at this point.

Winner: Minnesota Vikings


Super Bowl LIII Predictions

I’m not going to speculate on how the playoff seating or wild card teams will shape up. Those kinds of specifics are just pit stops on the way to the Super Bowl, which is the goal for all 32 teams last I checked. When all is said and done, there can be only two teams on Super Bowl Sunday and I believe those teams will be the Steelers and the Vikings.

I believe the Steelers are poised for a run. That devastating loss against the Jaguars last year hurt, but that’ll only motivate them even more this year. They were just a few plays short in 2017 and I believe they’ll make those plays in 2018. I also believe the Vikings will make enough to finally get to the Super Bowl for the first time since 1976.

Both teams have a solid balance of offense and defense. Both teams have quality quarterbacks with a solid group of playmakers. I think the Vikings are better defensively while the Steelers are better offensively. On paper, both teams are as evenly matched as you can get.

In the end, I predict that the Steelers will inch out am overdue Super Bowl victory. They have too much experience with Roethlisberger and too much talent with Antonio Brown. I believe that’ll be just enough to carry them past the Vikings in a close, but decisive game.

Super Bowl LIII Final Score: Pittsburg Steelers 28, Minnesota Vikings 27


There you have it! Those are my predictions for the 2018 NFL seasons. They’re probably dead wrong, but that’s what makes football so much fun. You can be wrong and still enjoy the game.

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“A Sexy Science Experiment” A Sexy Short Story (About A Bionic Penis)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after seeing a number of stories about men with bionic penises. Yes, by the way, this story includes a bionic penis. Enjoy!

It was another cold, dreary night on the outskirts of Centerfield University. For most people, it was a perfect excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the touch, and binge watch whatever shows made them forget how cold they were. For Kelly “Roxy” Rindle, those nights had a different meaning. They usually meant she was going to be busy.

“Another storm, another city full of lonely men,” Kelly sighed as she entered a hotel less than an hour after sunset. “I need to start charging a higher premium.”

Making her way through a mostly-empty lobby, not even making eye-contact with the receptionist at the desk, she slipped into the nearest bathroom to fix her appearance. Wearing a heavy coat that covered a low-hanging halter top and skin-tight black pants, Kelly took a moment to recover from the blistering cold. She also had to re-apply her makeup, brush her hair, and apply her lip balm. As an independent escort, she had a brand to maintain.

“I should charge extra for the makeup I have to buy,” Kelly said to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that discount store on campus knows girls like me need it.”

Girls like her – a concept that used to bother her, but had since lost meaning – had an unspoken rule about their illicit line of work at a place like Centerfield. First and foremost, it had to be a choice. Nobody who didn’t choose ever lasted long in the world of sex work, but that choice took on greater relevance for those who escorted as a means to an end.

Centerfield University was one of the most prominent schools in the country, attracting some of the most promising students. Kelly had been one of them and it had been her dream school since her freshman year of high school. She remembered cheering for a half-hour straight when she got accepted. However, getting good grades for four years of high school was the easy part. Paying for it proved much more challenging.

Centerfield University was a top tier school, but it was expensive, even by private school standards. Everyone who didn’t have a scholarship had to work a job or have rich parents who could pay the hefty tuition. Kelly didn’t have rich parents, nor did she have much in terms of college savings. She knew she’d have to work a job if she wanted to attend her dream school. She just didn’t think she’d end up being an escort, although in hindsight, it seemed inevitable.

There were a lot of factors that went into that choice, but she’d made it and had since stopped regretting it. Kelly didn’t dwell on it as she finished applying her balm.

“That should do it,” she said as she put her makeup away. “Time to earn my overpriced tuition.”

Kelly exited the bathroom and briefly checked her phone to see that she still had time. Her first client of the night had scheduled her for a standard-length session. He was a new client and while she usually didn’t see them first, he offered to pay extra and she needed every dollar her former track star body could earn.

That was the second and most frustrating rule of escorts around Centerfield. Anyone who had any desire to graduate with a degree and not be crippled by loan debt had to jump at every opportunity. Sometimes, that involved a scholarship or a well-paying side-job. Sometimes, that involved being an escort.

Centerfield already had a sordid reputation for the number of students working as escorts. Kelly learned shortly after she got into the business that the competition was fierce. Chances were there were other pretty girls serving clients tonight with an unspoken understanding of why students like her had to sell sex to pay the bills. It wasn’t that they had no choice. It was just the easiest, especially for someone who’d started filling out bras earlier than most girls.

Having naturally good looks was just part of what made a good escort, though. They also needed to actually enjoy sex, which Kelly certainly did. Granted, much of that was due to an overly horny ex-boyfriend who had gone to college on the other side of the country, but that experience had done enough to prepare her. She knew how to have sex, how to enjoy it, and how to be sexy. It made for a relatively easy transition into escorting.

Kelly needed easy at the moment, mostly because her first couple years at her dream school had been mired in uncertainty. She thought she knew what she wanted to do when she got accepted. She hoped to study business, get an MBA, and then start her own business one day. Then, she began taking classes and found out that it might not lead to the kind of career she’d hoped. To date, she still hadn’t figured out an alternative.

“I’ll need to justify that tuition soon,” Kelly muttered as she entered the elevator. “At some point, I need an actual dream to go along with my dream school.”

She could already hear her mother berating her for wanting to switch majors. She’d probably be more upset about that than she would if she found out she worked as an escort. Kelly chose not to tell her, opting to handle one difficult issue at a time. Checking her phone, she sat that it was almost time.

“Better save those dreams for later,” she said with more focus. “For now, I need get sexy.”

As the elevator ascended, Kelly adjusted her demeanor in preparation for her client. She let Roxy, the persona she marketed online, take over. Roxy wasn’t concerned about school, tuition, and her future career. She was just a horny young woman who looked good in a thong, loved to fuck, and needed money.

Strangely enough, being Roxy was probably the least complicated part of Kelly life. It didn’t involve complicated life choices. It just involved her taking her clothes off, putting on a sexy face, and having sex with men. It was both easy and lucrative, especially for someone who’d learned she had a sexy side at a young age.

“I am Roxy,” she told her reflection in the elevator door. “Go do your thing!”

A soon as the door opened, Kelly left all those uncertainties behind and made her way down the vacant hall to Room 622. Her client had texted her 15 minute ago, saying he was ready for her. She’d told him she would be there at eight o’clock sharp. As any competent escort knew, time was their second most precious commodity. Kelly made it a point not to waste a second of it, arriving at the door and waiting until the exact second to knock. That was her way of letting her clients know that she was both punctual and dedicated.

“Here we go again,” she said under her breath before embracing her Roxy persona.

Within seconds, the door opened and Kelly got her first glimpse of her new client.

“Good evening,” a man greeted. “I’m Marvin Herbert. Are you, Ms. Roxy?”

“That’s me, hun,” Kelly replied with a curt grin, “and just call me Roxy. That’ll make it easier.”

“I agree. If it helps, you can call me Marv.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want. That’s my job, right?”

“Right…I suppose,” he said sheepishly. “Please, come in, Roxy.”

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The Marv seemed friendly and unimposing enough. He didn’t look that much older than her, appearing to be in his early 30s or so. He was no athlete, standing less than six feet tall and having the kind of lanky frame that implied rarely got picked first in gym glass. He was also somewhat pale, wearing black khakis and a dress shirt that most men wore to an office. He reminded her someone who worked in the science department at Centerfield. Those people always dressed like they were going to a dinner party.

His smile and his demeanor didn’t set off any red flags. Feeling assured, Kelly entered the hotel room while Marv closed the door, putting the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob in the process. She then casually approached the bed, making it a point to shake her hips in a seductive way, hoping to set the mood.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Roxy,” Marv said after locking the door. “You mentioned you don’t see first-timers, as you call them. Believe it or not, you were the fifth person I contacted in my effort to set this up.”

“I believe it,” Kelly said. “Some girls are extra cautious with newcomers, but I’m willing to get a little daring here and there.”

“And I appreciate that. That’s why I tried to put extra into your uh…gift.”

Kelly noticed his eyes awkwardly shift to the envelope on the nightstand next to the bed. It contained her payment. As per the rules of basic escorting, money was not to be mentioned. It was just supposed to be there in plain sight for her to collect once their business was complete. The man seemed to understand that, but his inexperience in dealing with escorts really showed.

“No need to get nervous,” Kelly told him, now leaning back on her arms and giving him a seductive glance. “Don’t focus on the particulars. Let’s just get extra comfy on this chilly night.”

“I’d like that, Roxy,” Marv said in an oddly intrigued tone, “but there are a few details I’d like to share with you?”

“Oh? What kind?” she asked, wondering what sort of kinky tastes the man had.

“The kind that I hope will show the fruits of all my hard work. If all goes well, you’ll be the first one to experience it directly.”

Kelly, still trying to maintain her Roxy persona, cast the older man a strange look. He still hadn’t set off any red flags, but he was getting close. She didn’t get the impression he was role playing or anything like that. He seemed both serious and excited, although she wasn’t sure it had anything to do with her presence.

As she sat back on the bed, Marv approached her with an eagerness that reminded her of a man who’d just bought a fancy new car. It felt as though her being an escort didn’t even matter to him. It heightened her suspicions, but it also sparked her curiosity.

“You see, I’m a lead researcher at the Centerfield science labs,” Marv went on. “I’ve got two masters degrees, one in biology and one in bioengineering. I’m also working on my PHD.”

“Wow. That’s impressive,” Kelly remarked, “so I may end up calling you Dr. Herbert?”

“If all goes well, you just might at some point,” he said with a humored grin. “For the past five years, I’ve been conducting research on a new generation of medical implants. It’s a growing field with exciting application and I’m not just talking about pacemakers. We’re getting to a point where we can create targeted implants for localized, precise treatment of defective tissues.”

Kelly kept smiling, but almost ended up laughing. Marv sounded way too energetic for someone talking about science, a topic she know or care much about. Even though she’d gotten a B-plus in all her science classes, she had never encountered someone who got so giddy about it. It was kind of cute, but still pretty odd, even by escort standards.

“That sounds fascinating,” Kelly said, pretending to be turned on by it.

“It is!” Marv continued. “I’ve spent the last several years, trying to push things forward faster. I’ve annoyed a few people and I’m told my people skills are average at best, but I’m willing to pay that price for my work.”

“That kind of dedication is admirable, Marv.”

“It’s also the easiest part, unfortunately. I must have done something right because I finally managed to get a prototype built. Unfortunately, making a prototype and testing it are two different things. The process for rat trials, alone, is excruciating and I’d rather not wait that long. Some leaps in science require extra risks and I think this is one of them.”

There was a strange glint in his eye. Kelly had never seen anything like it and for an experienced escort, that was saying something. She ceased being suspicious, no longer suspecting that there was something dangerous at play. She found herself genuinely interested in what the man had to show her.

“But enough talk,” Marv said. “I understand our time is limited so why don’t I show you?”

That glint never left his eye as he stood before her at the foot of the bed, undid the belt buckle on his pants, and pulled them down, along with his boxers. He then stepped out of his dress shoes and took a step back, giving Kelly an unobstructed view of his penis. She tried not to react too strongly, but even an experienced escort took notice when a man just exposed his genitals to a stranger.

Near as she could tell, Marv had a fairly average endowment. Having been an escort for over a year, Kelly had seen all sorts of shapes, sizes, and configurations in male genitalia. Some were more noteworthy than others, but Marv didn’t appear to have any distinguishing features. He seemed very casual about it, which was uncommon for men who didn’t regularly sleep with beautiful women. She still gave him a sexy smile, though, if only to maintain the mood.

“I see,” she said teasingly. “Is this related to your work?”

“Very much so,” Marv affirmed. “I don’t know how big you are on science, but I hope you watch closely. You’re about to witness a true scientific breakthrough!”

With an eager grin and a confident poise, he pressed a button on his watch, which looked like an ordinary watch from a distance. Kelly wasn’t sure what to expect. For all she knew, it could’ve turned him into a werewolf. However, within second of pushing that button, she saw something happen with his penis.

In a sight that defied everything Kelly thought she knew about male anatomy, Marv’s penis went from completely flaccid to fully erect in just a few seconds. It got so hard so quickly, as though it were a light switch. He didn’t touch it or shift his demeanor in any way. He just got hard in a way that would’ve made a male porn star jealous. At that point, she didn’t even have to pretend to be impressed.

“Wow!” Kelly gasped. “What exactly just happened?”

“The culmination of some very dedicated, admittedly kinky research,” Marv answered proudly.

“Um…care to be more specific?” she asked, still processing the sight.

“It would take way too long to go over the technical specs. Simply put, I surgically installed a biomechanical implant into my penis and treated the surrounding tissue with a synthetic substrate of programmable bio matter to facilitate external excitation of specific peripheral nervous responses.”

“That’s…still too technical.”

“Well, in exceedingly unscientific terms, I gave my penis a cybernetic implant. You are looking at, to my knowledge, the first cybernetic penis in history.”

Kelly blinked a few times, needing more than a few moments to process what she’d just heard. She knew what the word cybernetic meant and she knew what a penis was, more so than most young women. The idea of putting them together never even crossed her mind.

It sounded like a joke, one she wouldn’t have even laughed at had she’d not seen what she just saw. The idea that she, a finically-challenged college student who did sex work on the side, was the first woman to ever see a cybernetic penis was pretty jarring. It was also kind of neat…if not intriguing in a kinky sort of way.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Marv. I’m kind of at a loss here,” Kelly said, still trying to process the implications.

“Take all the time you need, Roxy,” said Marv with a humored look on his face, “but in the interest exploring those implications, I should probably show you this too.”

As her mouth hung open in astonishment, the unassuming man pushed another button on his watch. Then, she heard a very low-pitched humming sound that came directly from Marv’s penis. Still standing with the pride of a man who’d just won the Olympics, he took a step forward so that his dick was right in here face.

“Here,” he told her. “Touch it.”

That might have been the most polite request Kelly had ever heard in her time as an escort. She’d never obliged so willingly or eagerly, for that matter. As soon as she placed her hand on the fully-erect member, she felt it vibrating in her hand.

Again, Kelly needed a moment to process the situation. In her hand was a live penis, attached to a man and appearing completely normal from the outside, and it was vibrating. It vibrated with the same subtle, yet noticeable intensity she’d felt in a numerous sex toys. Having owned more than one vibrator in her life, she could tell the difference between cheap and premium vibrations. From the looks of it, Marv invested heavily in quality.

“Wow,” Kelly said as she held his cock in her hand. “I know I said that already, but it’s worth saying again. Wow!”

“Say it as many times as you need to,” Marv told her. “From a scientific perspective, your reaction counts as promising results.

“I’m not entirely sure on my perspective right now. I’m also no scientist, but if I’m making the right connections here…you actually operated on your own dick?”

“Well, I did say that great leaps in science require risk,” he said in a bemused tone. “I figured it would be too difficult to find a man who would agree to such a procedure. So I volunteered myself.”

“That takes an obscene amount of balls!” Kelly said. “Wait, you didn’t operate on those too?”

“No, I didn’t,” he laughed. “The procedure wasn’t as extensive or messy as you think. I won’t say it was comfortable, but a good scientist is willing to endure for his work.”

“I think you’ve officially raised the bar for every scientist in the world.”

“And I’d like to raise it even more,” Marv told her. “To do that, though, I require a more complete test.”

The tone in his voice took on a more sensual subtext. Kelly didn’t need a masters degrees to figure out what he meant by it. She was an escort, last she checked, and she had planned on having sex with him at some point during their session. She just didn’t expect it to take on such a strange new context.

Marv almost seemed anxious after making his request. He obviously didn’t have much experience in seducing women, though. Kelly could hear the awkwardness in his tone. Looking up at him, though, his vibrating dick still in her hand, she flashed him a gaze that let him know it worked.

“A test huh?” she said with a lurid grin. “Well, in the interest of science, sign me up!”

“Glad to hear you’re so excited about my work,” Marv said as he loosened his tie. “Just to be sure, is there any particular way you’d like to go about it? For this test to work, I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Don’t worry about my comfort, Marv. I’m a professional, remember?”

Her enthusiasm for science growing by the second, Kelly got up from the bed and shed her clothes. She didn’t try to be sexy about it, either. She just took off her clothes in quick succession, starting with her shirt and pants before slipping out of her bra and panties. Marv barely finished unbuttoning his dress shirt by the time she stood fully naked in front of him.

Despite carrying himself as a passionate man of science, he was still a man. He smiled and blushed as he took in her naked features, paying close attention to her breasts and hips. She swore that already-erect dick of his twitched at her presence. She took that as a promising sign.

“You’re uh…very beautiful, Roxy,” Marv said, fumbling a bit with his shirt as he set it aside.

“Thanks,” she told him. “I’m hope that’ll make things easier.”

“It will. It definitely will,” he said, sounding more like a guy not used to being around naked women. “For the record, though, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been with a woman. My sexual experience is fairly limited, so to speak.”

“Then, why don’t you let me handle the parameters here?” she offered. “I know all the basic and advanced-level stuff involving sex. I promise I’ll give that dick of yours a very thorough test.”

Marv cast her a grin with renewed confidence. He still seemed somewhat awkward, especially after she pulled him into an embrace wherein their naked flesh touched. He might not have been the tallest or most masculine figure she’d ever embraced, but he still carried himself with an energy and passion any woman would find attractive. That, on top of the prospect of fucking the first man with a cybernetic dick, got her genuinely aroused.

“Lie down on the bed,” Kelly told him. “I’ll set the mood. Just focus on sharing it with me.”

“Focus…that may be a greater challenge than I thought,” Marv said as he nervously trailed his hands up her womanly curves.

“Then, I’ll help you overcome it.”

Her confident, seductive tone helped settle him down. His trust in her skills secured, he crawled onto the bed and laid down as she’d requested. Kelly followed him, flashing him a few sexy glances along the way. She usually had to maintain a sexy demeanor to keep her client excited, especially the nervous types. From the looks of it, though, that wouldn’t be an issue with Marv. That cybernetic dick of his remained as erect as ever.

Kelly felt it press against her as she got on top of him, hovering over the slim man so that her breasts pressed up against his chest.

“I’m going to kiss you, touch you, and give your dick a quick suck,” she told him. “Normally, I do that to get a guy hard. That might be redundant in this case, but I think it’ll help if we keep the approach basic.”

“Yes. That sounds…logical,” he said.

“Is it scientific, as well?”

“I’m…not sure I can make that assessment.”

Kelly snickered. It was remarkable how a man with a cybernetic penis could still be so anxious while in an overtly sexual situation. She was used to men being intimidated by the prospect of having sex with a woman, but Marv handled it better than most. When she kissed him on the lips, he kissed back in a way that felt sincere. That, alone, made him more decent than most clients.

For a brief moment, they made out, giving Marv a chance to feel up her naked body, even giving her butt a playful squeeze. After tasting each other’s lips – and getting around however many breath mints he’d eaten before her arrival – Kelly channeled her inner Roxy, trailing her lips down his neck and over his chest.

His slim build didn’t have much in terms of muscle, but his skin was still so smooth and warm. What Marv lacked in physical stature, he made up for in good grooming. That counted for something in Kelly’s book. It encouraged her to be extra caring with each gesture, tasting every inch of his skin while gliding her hands down his torso.

“That feels…nice,” said Marv with growing contentment. “You really are a professional, Roxy.”

“I’m just getting warmed up, cyber-stud,” she teased.

He chuckled at her choice of words, but didn’t contest them. If his test really was successful, then that might end up being an apt description.

Sharing his intent to complete that test, Kelly worked her sensual magic, making her way down his torso until she reached that fully-engorged, scientifically-enhanced penis of his. It was still vibrating, the veins throbbing with an energy that wasn’t at all nature, but still very sensual.

“This is uncharted territory in the history of sex,” she found herself saying. “Well, in the name of science and progress, here I go!”

Now feeling like the Neil Armstrong of whores, Kelly carefully caressed the vibrating member with both hands and took it into her mouth. Almost immediate, Marv gasped blissfully at the feeling, his body shifting under the weight of the feeling. If nothing else, that showed that his penis was still as sensitive to touch as any other. However, there were some uncanny distinctions.

“Mmm…this dick,” she said after a few oral teases. “It feels so different.”

“Different how?” Marv asked intently.

“Good different,” Kelly told him. “Very good, in fact!”

She resumed her sucking, squeezing the base a bit more and working her lips along his rigid length with more vigor. As someone who had given oral sex to many men, Kelly knew the intricacies of a penis better than most women. She’d sucked dicks that were too sensitive and others that were not sensitive enough, leaving her with a sore jaw the next day. Every man was different and the extent of their desires rarely matched the robustness of their cock.

With Marv, however, there was no disconnect. Every vein, gland, and contour practically radiated with energy. The fact that it vibrated added even more nuance, as if to remind her that she wasn’t sucking an ordinary dick. If anything, the dicks she’d sucked before had been the beta version, bound by the limitations of anatomy and easily distracted men.

It was like every other cock she’d sucked before had been powered by a crank shaft and Marv’s now powered by a high-performance V8 engine. It was like going from a tricycle to a drag racer. The idea that a penis could be that aroused was enough to make Kelly extra wet, the prospect of feeling it inside her getting more appealing by the second.

As she bobbed her up and down his length, she reached down between her thighs and fondled her pussy in preparation for sex. It usually took a lot more to get her in the mood when her client wasn’t as attractive as the men she fantasized about in the shower. That was why she often kept lube within reaching distance of the bed. She didn’t need any with Marv.

Besides, for such a landmark test, it made sense to keep things natural. In the name of science and great sex, Kelly was willing to take chances too.

“Are you ready for the real test, Marv?” she asked after giving his dick one last thorough lick.

“I’m ready,” he said, breathless yet eager, no longer showing any signs of jitters.

“Then, I’m going to get on top and ride your cock,” Kelly told him.

“And how will I know if it’s working?” Marv asked her.

“Trust me. You’ll know!”

The sexy undertone of her voice told him everything he needed to know. Kelly was just as eager to see what a cybernetic dick could do for a woman. If it could satisfy her, an experienced escort with a promiscuous past, then the prospects were that much greater for all women.

Crawling back on top of him, Kelly straddled the slim man’s pelvis and aligned his still-vibrating cock with the wet entrance of her pussy. Just feeling the vibrating tip over her moist folds was enough to send shivers of delight. She couldn’t remember being so eager to fuck a client before and she’d served star athletes from the basketball team. Her arousal, excitement, and kinky curiosity left her with no reservations as she began the most intimate part of the test.

Holding onto his torso with both hands, Kelly steadily lowered her hips, the extra-hard flesh penetrating her depths with every inch. Almost immediately, she felt a distinct difference between Marv’s dick and every other dick she’d ever had inside her. It wasn’t just that it was vibrating or super-erect, either. The way his manhood filled her depths redefined her understanding of the basics of sex and in the best possible way.

“Whoa!” Kelly exclaimed. “It feels…oh my god, I don’t have words!”

“Mmm…I feel it too,” Marv said, now holding onto her hips.

“Trust me, Marv. What I’m feeling now…it’s a fucking breakthrough!”

She didn’t give Marv a chance to ask for specifics. Being a man of science, he probably would’ve asked for some, even while having sex with a beautiful woman. Kelly wasn’t in any state for questions, though. She was too busy being the first woman in history to fuck a cybernetic dick.

She embraced that role whole-heartedly, moving her body and gyrating her hips in a heated sexual rhythm. She was usually more measured with her clients, starting slow and trying to get a feel for what they liked. For Marv, a man equipped with an unnaturally robust penis, Kelly didn’t hold back. She was focused and determined, as though she were fucking the most important man in the world. Given the promise of the technology he’d developed, that might not be far from the truth.

That technology did plenty to deliver. Between his dick being extra hard and the vibrations within it, he stimulated her depths with every motion. He struck nerves that most women couldn’t reach with even the most overpriced vibrator. It was like every other dick had a limit to how much it could satisfy a woman, but Marv’s cyber-dick shattered those limits and soared above them like a rocket.

“Oh…oohhh my God! Oh my fucking God!” Kelly gasped. “That feels amazing! This dick…so fucking hot!”

“Roxy,” Marv gasped. “These results…so good.”

“Fuck yeah, they’re good! They’re going to…make me…come!”

That shouldn’t have been possible so quickly. Every escort – or even just a woman who received marginal sex education, for that matter – knew that women didn’t orgasm as easily as men. It often took longer, more focused stimulation to get the job done. It rarely just happened by putting a penis into a vagina.

Those rules were out the window with Marv, though. That surgically-enhanced, steadily vibrating dick of his hit all the right spots, along with a few Kelly didn’t know existed. The end result was the quickest, most intense orgasm she’d ever felt.

“Ohhh science!” she exclaimed.

“Roxy!” Marv moaned.

It was like a pleasure bomb going off in her core, an eruption of orgasmic sensations spreading out in every direction. Kelly closed her eyes, threw her head back, and demonstrated more flexibility than she knew she had as she cried out to the heavens in ecstasy.

For a brief moment, every nerve was ablaze with pleasure. Every muscle in her lower body throbbed in conjunction with her release. It was so intense that she dug her nails into Marv’s torso to hold on. She’d probably leave marks that would take some time to heal, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d already made clear his commitment to testing his research.

“Incredible!” Marv exclaimed. “This test…has exceeded expectations.”

“Trust me,” Kelly said breathlessly, “It exceeded more than that.”

Now beaming with an orgasmic glow, she leaned in and gave the older man an affectionate kiss. A man who gave a woman that kind of pleasure deserved nothing less. Marv, still looking overwhelmed by the results, kissed back. He was actually a great kisser, which helped give more weight to the feeling.

Even as the ecstasy subsided, his member remained fully erect. It was still vibrating inside her as well, providing continued stimulation to her depths. She had to rise up off it, just to give her pussy a rest. However, Kelly wasn’t done yet. There were still a few things left to test.

“I think we can officially say that a cybernetic dick works,” she said after their lips parted.

“Yes, I believe the data speaks for itself,” Marv said in a humored tone.

“You’ve got something that a woman can ride to a good orgasm. That, alone, is a damn good upgrade,” Kelly went on. “Now, let’s flip the script.”

With a seductive grin, she rolled their bodies over on the bed so that she was on her back and Marv was on top of her. He was still catching his breath, but she could see in his eyes as a lingering desire, both to finish the test and have sex with a beautiful woman.

“This time, you set the tone,” she told him. “Fuck me however you want to fuck me. See for yourself what that dick of yours can do.”

“That sounds…logical,” Marv said. “Although, given my limited experience, I may only be able to take it so far.”

“That’s okay. Hell, that can work to your advantage. Most men are more limited by their dicks than their desire. You may be the first man in history who isn’t bound by those limits. Embrace it!”

A look of confidence came over him. In an instant, the unassuming man had the bravado of a six-and-a-half foot tall rock star with an eleven-inch cock. Kelly even found it sexy. It was more than enough to keep her pussy moist and ready for more sex.

“Very well,” he said. “I suppose I’ll finish the test from here.”

“Science never sounded so sexy,” Kelly laughed.

Armed with his new confidence, Marv rose into an upright position so that he was on his knees. Kelly, remaining flat on her back, spread her legs widely so that he had plenty of room to work. He made good use of it, grabbing hold of her thighs just above the knees and guiding his dick back into her pussy.

The entrance was smooth, aided by all the feminine juices she’d released from her climax. Marv’s dick was still vibrating as well, which kept those juices flowing. She let out a purr of contentment upon feeling his flesh inside her again. She saw just as much contentment in Marv’s expression. Now bearing the look of a man immersed in lust and desire, she held onto his shoulders for what promised to be an unprecedented exercise in sexual nuance.

“That’s it, Marv. Fuck me!” Kelly urged him. “Fuck me with that science-enhanced dick!”

Marv responded only with a deep grunt before initiating a sexual rhythm. He kept things basic, utilizing a simple missionary position to get things going. That made sense. If they were going to test the bounds of cybernetic dicks, it made sense to keep things simple.

From there, Marv worked his body, moving his hips in a steady procession of sexual motions. With every act, his vibrating manhood slithered inside her vagina, probing and stimulating her depths. A fresh round of sensations coursed through her body, evoking moans and purrs of delight. Now clinging to his shoulders, Kelly sought to embrace a new era of ecstasy with him.

“Oohhh Roxy!” he said. “That feels…amazing. I’m going to…achieve climax…soon.”

“Already?” Kelly teased.

“Don’t worry. I’m not stopping…the test!”

He didn’t give her a chance to make a joke about premature ejaculation. Kelly reminded herself that she was fucking a man with a cybernetic dick. For all she knew, that was the first flaw Marv fixed when he made his prototype.

He stepped up the pace for a brief moment. Then, he slowed his movements, his expression shifted, and his body shuddered under the weight of his release. Kelly made sure he enjoyed it as much as she enjoyed hers, spreading her legs extra wide – more so than she did with her other clients. She could feel it as that big, throbbing cock of his tensed inside her depths in accord with his release. Marv wasn’t quite as vocal as she’d been, but the results were just as clear.

“Wow!” he gasped. “That is…unprecedented.”

“Not the word I would use,” Kelly laughed, “but still plenty sexy!”

Marv laughed as well, lingering for a moment in the ecstasy, but soon resumed their sex. There was no refractory period. His dick didn’t go limp, even by a little. He just kept on going as though it were nothing.

It was a strange phenomenon for an experienced escort. While Kelly had been with a few men who could go multiple rounds in a brief span of time, they had to work extra hard to rise to the occasion, so to speak. With Marv, there was no need. His dick remained at full-throttle, limited only by his desire to use it.

“This…is going to test my stamina,” Kelly said to herself.

From there, she held on as Marv kept fucking her with superhuman fortitude. He kept the rhythm steady and movements thorough, making an effort to work his flesh within hers. He didn’t just pound away, as so many men often did, but Kelly wouldn’t have blamed him if he did.

Making good use of her efforts and the sturdy hotel bed, she and Marv went at it. Their naked bodies moved and grinded together in a mesh of lust and intent. His dick kept vibrating, her pussy kept throbbing, and the pleasure kept flowing, unburdened by prohibitive anatomy. It led to her having another orgasm – once again, in rapid time. She felt him climax as well shortly after. It wasn’t just a single plunge into a pool of ecstasy. It was like taking multiple dips.

“More data…more results,” Marv moaned after yet another orgasm.

“Yes, Marv! More…give me more!” Kelly exclaimed.

Her encouragement kept him going. They shifted around on the bed, having sex in various positions. They couldn’t get too elaborate, though. She could tell Marv was not used to so much physical exertion. Even with an enhanced dick, the man was no athlete. She shuddered to think how much he could fuck if he went to the gym regularly, albeit in the best possible way.

Before long, Kelly lost track of how long they went at it or how many orgasms she’d had. It was definitely over the allotted time he paid her for, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even plan to bring it up. The man had done more than enough to justify the overtime. In fact, as she felt the rush of yet another orgasm, Kelly found herself coming to some realizations that were only possible under the weight of good sex.

“This feeling…need to know more,” she said.

Marv didn’t hear that. At that point, he was so winded that his face dripped with sweat. Eventually, after another release, he collapsed on top of her in a heap of exhaustion. She ended up having to catch him so that he didn’t slump over awkwardly. It was probably a good thing too because her pussy had reached its limits too. She was definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but for all the right reasons.

When the sexual movements finally ceased, Kelly helped him settle. She laid him down on his side where he could catch his breath. She laid next to him, needing some time as well. At one point, he pushed a button on his watch again, which he hadn’t taken off. Just as before, his dick reacted, quickly becoming flaccid.

For a while, they just lingered in silence, taking time to process the moment. Usually, the post-coital silence was the most awkward part of being an escort. Tonight was different, though. In fact, it was quite revealing.

“I’ll say it one more time…wow!” Kelly said. “Marvin Herbert, you’ve made one hell of a breakthrough.”

“So it would seem,” he said, still panting heavily. “The test…was successful. This bodes very well for my research.”

“You have no idea,” she replied, “and I’m not just saying that on behalf of all women who love great sex.”

“What do you mean?”

Kelly then curled up closer, the heat of their naked bodies mixing once more. She smiled at him and he smiled back, still bearing the demeanor of a man who wasn’t used to being with a naked woman.

He still had the look of a man who understood that they’d just achieved something special. In fact, tonight might very well mark a change in history of sex, as well as a profound change in Kelly’s plans.

“An hour ago, I was just an escort trying to pay my tuition. I had no major, no goal, and no career path, whatsoever,” she told him. “That all changed, thanks to you.”

“I’m honored,” Marv said, “but I’m not sure I understand the implications.”

“You will. I promise, you will,” she said with great confidence, “because tomorrow morning, I’m heading down to the Centerfield Science Office and changing my major. I’m going to dedicate the rest of my life to science and all the ways it can make sex great.”

“That sounds rather ambitious.”

“Not as much as you think,” Kelly quipped. “The way I see it…if this is what science can do for a penis, I can’t wait to see what it can do for vaginas!”

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Beach Wedding Edition

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When I was a kid, I didn’t care for weddings. To me, they were just large family gatherings with strange food, itchy clothes, and no playground. While I appreciated big parties and celebrating love, I just didn’t enjoy them for what they were. As I got older, though, my attitude changed.

As I write this, I am still bathing in the afterglow of the first beach wedding I ever attended. A very old friend of mine who has known me since I was three-years-old got married in a beautiful ceremony that left few dry eyes and not just because of the ocean air. It was definitely more memorable than any of the weddings I attended as a kid.

Out of respect for my friend’s privacy, I won’t go into too many details. I’ll just say that when it comes to forging a joyous occasion on the beach in the middle of summer, my family really goes all out. It was so much fun on top of being sweet, sincere, and memorable. It’s the kind of wedding that would make even the most hardened of souls feel the power of love.

Rather than randomly quote songs by Huey Lewis and the News, I’m just going to dedicate this week’s edition of Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts to weddings and those lucky enough to celebrate them on the beach. If you love weddings and you love the beach, I can safely say that it’s a potent and underrated combination.


“You don’t need motivation to want sex, but you do need effort to make love.”


“A lousy blowjob is always better than an awkward kiss.”


“Being attracted to someone will always have a basis in wanting to see them naked.”


“Is treating women like sex objects really worse than treating men like bank accounts?”


“Romance requires finance, but the market for passion is always volatile.”


“Gamers would be the ultimate studs if women had cheat codes.”


“The first fake orgasm likely inspired the first professional actress.”


To my friends, family, and everyone who shared in the momentous beach-front ceremony, I sincerely thank you for making the event so memorable. To my friend and their lucky new spouse, I wish you nothing but happiness, love, sexiness, and everything in between.

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Attending My First Beach Wedding!

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I just want to make a quick, but notable announcement. I know most people don’t come here to hear about my day-to-day activities that don’t result in sexy novels or sexy short stories, but this is one activity that I feel is worth sharing.

As I write this, I’m preparing to attend my first beach wedding ever!

It’s true. I, a self-professed romantic, have never been to a beach wedding. I’ve been to multiple weddings before. I’ve even been to weddings at unique locations, including wineries and museums. However, I’ve never been to a beach wedding and something about that just feels off for a lover of love like me.

If that weren’t unique enough, the wedding I’m about to attend is a lesbian wedding. One of my oldest friends, who I’ve known since I was a kid, is getting married to a woman she has been with for many years now. They’re very excited and very eager to celebrate their love before friends and family.

It promises to be a beautiful moment in a beautiful setting. I look forward to sharing it with them and all the friends and family that will be attending. Being a romantic, I might get a little emotional and I don’t care in the slightest. It’s a wedding. It’s the one event where we can all channel our inner romantic.

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Reflections On Major Loss And True Love Between My Aunt And Uncle

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I talk a lot about love on this site. Whether it’s in the novels I write, the short stories I tell, or the ways it may save our species in the future, I like to think I contemplate love more than most men will dare admit. I make no apologies for that. I am a self-proclaimed romantic. Make of that what you will.

As much as I love writing and talking about romance, though, there’s no substitute for love that’s real. It’s not some idealized concept or an elaborate sub-plot. It’s a real feeling shared by real people. There’s no need for fantasy because it’s there for all to see. No story, novel, or fairy tale can ever come close to capturing its essence.

I know this because recently, I had a chance to see and reflect on what real love looks like, albeit under tragic circumstances. Earlier this month, one of my aunts passed away. It was sudden and unexpected. She was in her 70s and she had some health issues, but none that weren’t manageable. Her passing caught a lot of people off-guard and broke a lot of hearts, none more so than my uncle.

I remember speaking to him a day after she passed. I could hear the pain in his voice over the phone. He kept saying that he didn’t just lose his wife of nearly 50 years. He lost his best friend. It was a truly heartbreaking moment. I wish I could put into words how it felt, but I don’t think those words exist. Even if they did, they would be too difficult to write.

In the days that followed, I met up with friends and family who knew my aunt. She was a hell of a character, one who would’ve found a role in any epic story, from a superhero comic to ancient folklore. She was the kind of person who could affect you with only her presence. She didn’t have to say or do anything to make an impact. Just being there was enough.

My uncle felt it more than anyone. Just talking to him and seeing him as we mourned her, I got a chance to witness what true love actually looks like. It’s a love that transcends many of the stories we tell about it. It’s something that becomes a part of you, one that just grows stronger with every passing year. Then, when that part dies, you feel it and it hurts.

However, the fact that it hurts lets you know just how real it was. My uncle didn’t avoid that. He let that pain show. Keep in mind, this man once served in the military. He’s one of the toughest guys you’ll ever meet. He’s not someone who hurts easily. Even when he does, he knows how to endure it. This was one case where he didn’t try to endure. He just let it show.

Say what you want about love being cheesy. When it’s that real, it’s powerful. It can be overwhelming too. Regardless of your gender, your background, or your capacity for strength, it’ll hit you harder than anything. That’s what makes it scary. For some people, it’s just easier to be cynical.

That doesn’t stop it from affecting us. My actually uncle met my aunt by accident. Less than a year after that meeting, though, they got married. They knew what they had was love. They didn’t run from it. They ran towards it and they never let go of it. For someone like me, who has only contemplated stories about such powerful love, seeing it manifest in that moment was profound.

My uncle’s heart is still wounded, but it isn’t broken. In talking to him, I could sense him finding strength in that heartbreak. He spent nearly half-a-century with my Aunt. They had forged many wonderful memories together, having two kids and over a half-dozen grandkids. Her passing doesn’t damage those memories. If anything, it makes them more precious.

I hope everyone, at some point in their lives, gets a chance to see that kind of love first-hand. Whether it’s among relatives, friends, or with your significant other, a love that real is something that extends beyond the people who feel it. We may never be able to completely capture it in a love story, but we can still experience it and appreciate its power.

I’m going to really miss my aunt. She was a wonderful woman who did so much for me and my family. I’ll still never miss her as much as my uncle, though. He loved her in a way that words and thoughts can never express. The fact their love existed in this crazy world and I had a chance to see it gives me hope. To all those who have lost someone they truly love, I like to think we can share that hope as we move on.

 

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