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Romance Is Real: Men Recount Their Lover’s Greatest Romantic Gesture

The world is really messed up right now. I don’t think I need to remind everyone how or why. I’m trying to stay as positive as I can. Lately, though, I’ve been failing. Every day, I wake up and read my news feed, only to lament how fucked this world is right now. I know things have to get better at some point. That point just seems so far off.

I admit, it’s been very depressing. I’ve found myself feeling more depressed than usual and I know I’m not alone. Thankfully, being a big romance fan can have unexpected advantages. As bad as things are, you can’t stop people from loving each other and expressing that love in beautiful ways. You can quarantine populations, but you can’t quarantine passion.

With that in mind, I’d like to offer something uplifting to all my fellow romance fans. Thanks to the fine folks of the Reddit Recap channel, we have a list of real stories from real people about the most romantic gesture their lover ever did for them. Even on my worst days, reading stories like this puts a smile on my face and brings a tear of joy to my eye.

Please take a moment to enjoy this little montage. The last one should really warm your heart.

I hope your day is better because of that. If you have another story like this to share, please do so in the comments. Seriously, the world needs those kinds of stories right now.

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A Simple Thought Experiment On Romance Vs. Stalking

At what point does love become obsession?

At what point does infatuation become unhealthy?

At what point does a romantic gesture become creepy?

These are all relevant questions that don’t have clear answers. Those who unlucky enough to have dealt with a stalker probably have different answers compared to those who’ve never had that experience. I haven’t, so I won’t try to speak for those who have.

Even without that experience, I think those questions are still worth contemplating. They help put our understanding of love, romance, and relationships into perspective. We may think we know what it means to be romantic, in love, and in a relationship, but tend to forget that this entire perspective has been shaped by our circumstances.

What constitutes romance today is not the same as it was 50, 100, or 500 years ago. It’s easy to forget that the concept of marrying for love is relatively new, historically speaking. The idea that you seek a partner, go out on dates with multiple individuals, and eventually settle on the one you fall in love with is downright radical compared to how society went about sanctioning intimate relationships.

It’s something I’ve mentioned before, but now I’d like to take it a step further. Take a moment to think about all the ways you were romantic with a current or previous partner. Then, try to take a step back and ask whether this same gesture could be done by a stalker for the same reason. How does that affect your perception of the gesture? What does it reveal about your concept of romance?

As an example, consider the following romantic gesture, but through the eyes of a stalker.

I love you. I love you so much that I want to spend the rest of my life being with you. My love for you is so intense that I want the law to sanction it in a contract that will legally bind our love. I also want to put this ring with a shiny stone on your finger and have you wear it every day to let the world that you love only me. Nobody else is allowed to love you. Only I can love you.

What I just described is a gross perversion of a marriage proposal. In one context, it’s the ultimate romantic gesture. In another, it’s an incredibly disturbing rambling by a stalker who desperately wants to secure the love of another.

Here’s another example, but from the eyes of a romantic.

I love you. I love you so much that I want to live with you, share my life with you, and bear part of your burdens. I want to be close to you constantly. I want us to be under the same roof and share the same responsibilities. I want our love to be the basis with which to share our lives.

It’s another sweet gesture. It highlights that critical step when a romance goes from just sharing affection and intimacy to sharing lives and building something together. At the same time, it also sounds like something a stalker would suggest.

With those two examples in mind, take a moment to contemplate the implications.

What is it about these actions make them romantic?

Why do we go about romance in this particular manner?

What do these gestures and rituals imply about our perspectives on romance?

I don’t present this experiment as a way to undermine the way we go about romance. I’m a genuine fan of romance, in general. The novels I write and the sexy short stories I tell reflect that. However, I think it’s helpful and somewhat necessary to scrutinize certain concepts, especially if they’re important to you. You may be surprised by what they reveal.

Please try this thought experiment on your own time when you get a chance. If you have any insights you’d like to share, please do so in the comments.

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Developing Quality Romance According To “Chuck”

The Coronavirus/COVID-19 pandemic has required everyone to get creative in alleviating boredom. At some point, there’s only so much binge-watching you can do with new shows. That’s because, along the way, you find out just how many of them turn out to be utter crap. As such, you find yourself returning to older shows that you haven’t forgotten, but haven’t seen in a long time.

I found myself in that exact position recently. Over the weekend, I was in search of a new show and came across one that I once followed closely. That show is “Chuck,” a quirky, yet endearing spy thriller/comedy/drama from the late 2000s. It’s one of those rare shows that sounds good on paper, but is even better in execution.

The premise of the show is simple. A once-promising young man named Chuck Bartowski is stuck in a dead-end job at a Best Buy-like electronics store, his future having been derailed by getting expelled from Stanford after being wrongfully excused of cheating.

Then, one day he gets a mysterious email from his old roommate, Bryce Larkin, who just happens to be the one responsible for him getting expelled. That email turns out to be a top secret program called the Intersect, a compilation of every NSA and CIA secret ever assembled. It gets downloaded into his brain, making him the most valuable intelligence asset in the world.

It puts Chuck in a strange position that requires him to become a spy under the protection of Major John Casey and Agent Sarah Walker. Action, drama, romance, and various hijinks ensue. The show often has a comedic undertone, but it gets serious in just the right amount to still be entertaining.

I started by just watching the first episode.

Then, I watched the second.

Then, I watched five more.

The next thing I know, I’m already in season two and the show is every bit as fun as I remember. It’s even aged remarkably well. I believe that if this show came out today and was completely unaltered, except for some of the technology, then it would still be a hit. It might even do better than it did when it came out because of just how well every character is handled.

This brings me to the part about Chuck” that stood out most for me while re-watching it. Once again, it has to do with romance. There’s a lot I could say about how this show handles its romantic sub-plots, but I’ll sum it up in a simple statement.

This develops TV romance in a believable, balanced, and endearing way that everyone can appreciate.

A lot of shows have major romantic sub-plots that play out over the entire run of the show. Shows like “Castle” and “X-Files” are famous for drawing those plots out over years. The problem that often plagues these plots is that, by drawing them out, they often become stale. Some even become downright toxic. A show that successfully develops a balanced, sincere, believable romance is exceedingly rare.

I would gladly cite “Chuck” as one of those rare success stories. From the first episode to the emotional series finale, the primary romance that drives the plot of this show is between Chuck and Sarah. It’s set up in the first episode as a ploy for Sarah to get close to the man who possess the intersect, but it evolves into so much more over the course of five seasons.

There are many things that make this romance great, but a big part of what makes it work is how it gets the basics right. It’s a romance that never feels lopsided, forced, or insincere. It’s also not a romance that robs either character of their agency or their personality. It doesn’t move too fast or too slow, either. It evolves in a way that feels real and heartfelt.

Chuck and Sarah isn’t a run-of-the-mill, love-at-first-sight type romance. It’s also not one of those pretty-girl-falls-for-dorky-guy romance either, although that is how it seems initially. It starts off basic. One day, Sarah walks into the store. Chuck sees her and is attracted to her beauty. Call it shallow, but that’s how many romances start in the real world and this one certainly doesn’t remain shallow.

As their relationship and their partnership evolve, each character develops in their own way. Through their romance, we learn where they came from and who they are. Chuck was once a promising student at Stanford who had big dreams that got crushed by forces beyond his control. Sarah is the daughter of a con-man who was recruited to put those skills to use for the CIA.

Both characters have traits and histories that function outside the romance. They each develop along their own path. Chuck goes from being a bumbling, anxious, often-unwilling spy to a determined, capable, and dedicated agent. A big part of that evolution is due to the influence and support of Sarah.

Sarah goes from a simple role-player into someone with her own hopes, dreams, and ambitions. She has plenty of changes to become cold and callous like her partner, John Casey. She chooses to avoid that path and Chuck is a big inspiration for that choice. He makes her better, just as she makes him better. That’s exactly what a healthy romance should do.

As for the evolution of their romance, it’s hardly worthy of a fairy tale. Throughout the course of the show, Sarah and Chuck find themselves caught up in other romantic entanglements. Sarah has a romantic history with Chucks rival, Bryce. Chuck has more than a couple flings that range from a girl working at a sandwich shop to his lying ex-girlfriend, Jill.

Remarkably, none of these side-romances come off as basic obstacles. There are reasons and motivations behind these romantic pursuits. Even if Chuck and Sarah have feelings for one another, circumstances and uncertainties keep them from developing a functioning relationship, at least at first. Eventually, they are allowed to get together, be together, and even get married.

In many shows, that level of maturity is an endpoint. For “Chuck,” it’s another key component of their romantic evolution. That’s a big part of what makes both the series and the romance work. It doesn’t just end when the guy gets the girl. Being in a relationship and consummating that relationship is just part of what makes it function. The show finds a way to work that into the plot and it works beautifully.

There’s so much more I could say about the relationship between Chuck and Sarah, but there’s no way I could capture the full scope of their love story without recounting nearly every episode. That’s why I highly recommend bingeing the show on whatever platform it’s on. Last I checked, the show is on Amazon Prime.

In just watching the first two seasons, it’s easy to see how much time, effort, and thought was put into the Chuck/Sarah romance. It also helps that the acting skills of Zach Levi as chuck and Yvonne Strahovski as Sarah are maximized through plenty of dramatic moments.

It’s a romance that helps develop and benefit both characters over the course of the show. It’s easy to root for them and you really feel it when they’re hit with some devastating moments, especially in the penultimate episode of Season 5. It also shows that balanced romance can be told over the course of a show without it getting stale, hallow, or toxic.

In real life, quality romance occurs when two people bring out the best in one another. Chuck and Sarah prove that over five memorable seasons of “Chuck.” Their love may get messy, complicated, and convoluted at times, but it still feels real and genuine. If you’re a romance fan in any capacity, I encourage you to revisit this gem of a show.

Even if the romance doesn’t do it for you, the show is worth watching for Jeffster alone.

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Wonder Woman, Relationships, And Misguided Standards For Female Heroes

I love superhero comics. I love romance. Naturally, I love it when they’re combined into a perfect package of super-romantic sentiment. I’ve singled out a few favorites of mine in the past, as well as a few not-so-favorites that act as cautionary tales. Chances are I’ll find plenty more excuses to write about superhero romance in the future.

That said, I’d like to take a step back from the specifics of superhero romance and assess the forest from the trees, so to speak. Instead, I thought I’d highlight something that I’ve been noticing within the pages of some of my favorite comics. It’s not necessarily an egregious flaw, but it is a distressing trend for lovers of romance like myself.

It has to do with how superheroes are portrayed when they’re in romantic relationships. Almost every popular superhero is caught up in a romantic sub-plot. Superman has his ever-iconic love story with Lois Lane. Cyclops and Jean Grey have decades of romance and drama. Spider-Man gets around so much that he has multiple iconic romances.

Not every superhero is defined by their romantic sub-plot, although some are more effected by it than others. It’s hard to tell the story of Sue “Invisible Woman” Richards without involving her husband and children. However, certain characters are held to different standards when it comes to romance.

That’s to be expected, given the diverse circumstances of each hero. Not every hero is going to be affected by their romantic sub-plot in the same way. That effect also changes through different eras. Even the iconic relationship between Superman and Lois Lane has changed a great deal over the years, although not necessarily for the better.

However, this particular era has really twisted the standards for female superheroes in romantic relationships and not in a good way. I won’t go so far as to call it a double standard like the others I’ve cited, but the differences are stark. It goes like this.

A male superhero gets caught up in a romantic sub-plot. The plot progresses, he enters a relationship with his romantic interest, and continues being the same hero he’s always been. The relationship supplements his story.

A female superhero gets caught up in a romantic sub-plot. The plot progresses and she enters a relationship with her romantic interest, but the relationship conflicts with her ability to be a superhero. It gets to a point where the act of her being a hero is detrimental to the relationship. She can have one or the other, but not both.

These scenarios are somewhat generic, but they convey a similar message. Male superheroes can be in romantic relationships without it undermining their heroic persona, but female superheroes can’t have those relationships without it becoming an obstacle.

This strange, unbalanced dynamic played out recently in the pages of “Wonder Woman #754.” I’d even go so far as to argue that Wonder Woman suffers the most from this dynamic, despite being one of the most iconic female superheroes of all time. Given that she’s the ideal that other female superheroes are compared to, I think that’s telling.

The main plot of the issue isn’t important. The side-plot is where this dynamic showed up. There were frequent flashbacks that highlighted Diana’s recent “drama” with her long-time romantic interest, Steve Trevor. I put drama in quotes because it feels less like drama and more like forced excuses.

It’s been an issue for Wonder Woman for decades. Despite being her most iconic love interest, going back to the 1940s, Steve Trevor has never been that official with Diana. Even though they’ve professed their love for one another in many forms and in many timelines, they’re rarely ever shown as being in a functional, mature relationship.

It’s not just with Steve Trevor, either. Even in the classic “Justice League” cartoon in which she was romantically linked to Batman, nothing ever became official. There’s was never a point where Wonder Woman went from being single to being in a real, functioning relationship.

In fact, the only time Wonder Woman was ever in a functional romantic relationship was when she dated Superman during DC’s short-lived New 52 era in the comics. During that time, Wonder Woman and Superman had their own comics and their own stories. Sometimes, those stories became entwined. Sometimes, they didn’t. It never undermined their relationship or vice versa.

I know comic fans have strong opinions about the New 52 as a whole, but I find it telling that this was really the only time Wonder Woman was allowed to be in a relationship while still being Wonder Woman. For her to be someone’s girlfriend and still be the hero she’s always been, her significant other had to be Superman.

Take a moment to think about the scope of that standard. Wonder Woman, the standard-bearer for female superheroes for decades, can be in a functional relationship, but only with someone as capable as Superman. She and Steve Trevor can be in love, but they can’t have a relationship. He’s just an ordinary man. He’d just undermine Wonder Woman’s ability to be the ideal female hero we know and love.

Meanwhile, male heroes like Batman and Spider-Man can become romantically involved with far less capable individuals, many of which don’t have superpowers and can’t fly across the planet to be on time for date night. They’re still allowed to be in those relationships, but Wonder Woman can’t even make the effort with one of her most iconic romances with Steve Trevor.

As a fan of superhero comic, romance, and Wonder Woman, I find this both flawed and frustrating. While the “Wonder Woman” movie did an solid job establishing genuine romance between her and Steve Trevor, they still never got a chance to actually be in a relationship. It’s as though a female hero can’t be in a relationship without losing something. At the same time, a male hero can’t have a complete story without one.

It’s a strange disconnect and I think it’s getting worse. In recent years, superhero comics have made a concerted effort to develop female characters and I applaud that effort. It has led to some major successes. The problem is that, like Wonder Woman, these female characters aren’t really allowed to become anyone’s girlfriend. Being in a relationship is seen as an obstacle to being strong, independent, compelling characters.

Respectfully, I call bullshit.

Being in a relationship isn’t detrimental to any character, male or female, if the relationship is well-written. In addition, female characters don’t have to be completely, 100-percent independent to be great. In fact, making them that emotional single-minded is a good way to make them unlikable and unrelatable because, in the real world, people have relationships. They form bonds, rely on others, and are effected by those close ties.

Now, I don’t deny that writing great female characters is challenging, especially in recent years. It feels like you can’t write female characters without having an agenda anymore, even when it’s not printed on a shirt. Again, I call bullshit. Female characters, like all characters, are deeply affected by the loving bonds they form. They deserve the same development and exploration as their male counterparts.

Why can’t Wonder Woman be in an official relationship with Steve Trevor?

Does being Steve Trevor’s girlfriend make Wonder Woman any less a superhero?

Does any female superhero lose something when they become someone’s girlfriend?

These are relevant questions that are worth asking. If someone as iconic as Wonder Woman can’t be in a relationship with someone without undermining what makes her Wonder Woman, then that’s not a problem with her as a character. That’s a problem with the standards and assumptions we have about superhero romance.

I’m sorry if this rant feels dragged out, but this has been bothering me for a while. I’d be happy to discuss it more. Please share your thoughts in the comments.

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“My Sweet” A Sexy Short Story (For The Day After Valentine’s Day)

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The following is a sexy short story for those still basking in the afterglow of Valentine’s Day. If you had a bad Valentine’s Day or were alone, then maybe this will help rekindle your sense of romance. I know it’s been a while since I wrote a sexy short story. I decided Valentine’s Day warranted the extra effort. If you’d like to see more, please let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

“Mmm…that smells so good,” said Calvin Gains with a wide, excited grin.

“You must be hungry. I just put a fresh batch in the oven,” replied his beautiful wife, Candy.

“You’re right, my sweet. I am hungry…and then some.”

Joyous, playful laughter filled the kitchen of the undersized suburban house Calvin shared with his high school sweetheart turned dedicated spouse. Candy – a perfectly befitting name, if ever there was one – had a knack for making every kitchen smell heavenly. With the holidays around the corner, she’d been busier than usual.

Calvin, always one to show his appreciation, snuck up behind his long-time lover and slipped his arms around her waist. She responded with a soft purr and a loving smile. The fact that she still smelled like flour, sugar, and cinnamon wasn’t lost on him, either. If anything, it gave him more reasons to kiss down her neck and inhale her sweet scent.

“I used your favorite recipe,” Candy told him, still standing in front of the hot oven, “an extra pinch of vanilla…a little bit of nutmeg…and a double dose of cocoa powder.”

“If you’re trying to make me hungrier, you’re doing too good a job,” Calvin said, deepening his embrace and intensifying his kisses.

“You know me. When it comes to cooking the best holiday treats and pleasing my husband, I like to overdo it!”

Ever since they got married, Calvin didn’t think he could love this woman more than he already did. Time and again, year after year, she proved him wrong. During the holidays, she always went the extra mile.

The kitchen was still a mess, as it often was whenever Candy spent more than an hour laboring over her famous triple chocolate sheet cake. It was just one of the many wonderous dishes she prepared for him and the family over the holidays. Her grandmother had owned a bake shop and her mother was a renowned chef. She’d grown up in a home surrounded by skilled cooks who knew their way around the kitchen.

To her, cooking for loved ones meant more than just preparing a meal. It was its own unique way of conveying affection. Calvin, having grown up on TV dinners and soggy leftovers, didn’t know just how much affection could be shared through something as simple as food. She’d actually made him cookies when they went on their first date. She offered them to him with the same loving sentiment that he’d shared when he offered her flowers.

It was the first sign that Candy was a special woman. She proved it once more when she turned around within his embrace, wrapped her arms around his neck, and captured her lips with hers. Even through her lipstick, Calvin could taste traces of the batter. It was so sweet that his heart skipped a beat.

“Mmm…tasty,” she said lovingly.

“Speak for yourself,” he quipped.

That little taste stirred more than just his appetite. As they kissed in the middle of the dirty kitchen, the heat from the oven raised the temperature of the area. It was already hot to begin with, as was often the case whenever Candy cooked, but such heat only intensified his passions.

It made clothes feel sticky and sweaty.

It made hearts beat faster.

It made every touch seem more intimate.

Whether due to the growing heat or his escalating hunger, Calvin craved a more fulfilling form of love. He held her closer and kissed her harder, their bodies pressing together, as if nourished by their ambitious touch. He was just wearing a sweater and jeans. She had on a skirt, a tight-fitting T-shirt, and an apron. However, when he traced his hand down her waist, eventually making his way towards her inner thighs, he discovered an unexpected treat.

“Ooh! What have we here?” Calvin said, breaking the kiss, but keeping her in his embrace. “Candy Gains, are you wearing fancy lace underwear while you’re cooking?”

“You mean the same underwear I wore on our anniversary last month?” she said coyly. “I think I am.”

“I want to say I’m shocked, but given how much you love to cook and how much passion you put into each dish…”

Calvin’s words trailed off. As his tone grew deeper and manlier, he skillfully slipped his fingers into her panties to feel the womanly flesh beneath. He was gentle, but direct. He knew just how his wife liked to be touched in her intimate areas. He also knew what got her aroused. Being in a kitchen, cooking her favorite treats for her loved ones, definitely got her juices flowing.

“Just so you know…the cake needs to cook for at least 20 minutes,” Candy told him, already gasping intently under his touch.

“Hmm…20 minutes, you say?” Caivin said, now speaking directly into her ear. “That’s a long wait when you’re hungry.”

“Well, there are ways we can pass the time.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know.

Candy laughed playfully before turning around within his embrace, locking eyes with his and casting that beaming smile that was every bit as sweet as her name. The fact that she still smelled like flour and chocolate only made it sweeter.

Without saying a word, she kissed him passionately on the lips. At the same time, she slipped her hands under his sweater and pawed his manly flesh. It sent the message she needed to send. He responded in kind, twirling his tongue with hers while still feeling up her skirt. While one appetite eagerly waited, another became more pressing.

“Sweater…pants…off!” she gasped in between desperate kissing.

Her voice was muffled, but Calvin heeded her impassioned call. He removed his sweater as quickly as he could. He didn’t even think twice about tossing it into the dining room, leaving him shirtless in the middle of a hot kitchen. Before it was even off, Candy went to work undoing his pants. There was already a noticeable bulge in the way. That didn’t stop her from getting them off, underwear and all.

Even as she helped strip him naked, the heated kissing continued. It kept the passions flowing while also supplementing his wife’s arousal. As soon as he kicked his pants off, he lifted her up in his arms and set her down on the kitchen counter across from the oven. From there, he reached up her skirt again and removed her panties. She even elevated her hips, assisting him every step of the way.

“Do me, Cal. Do me right here on the kitchen counter!” Candy urged.

“Does this count as an appetizer?” he asked coyly.

“It can be…depending on how mannerly you intend to be.”

“You know me, my love. Even when I’m hungry, I always mind my manner!”

As if to remind – and it wouldn’t have been the first time he did so in the kitchen – he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. He spread them so wide that she knocked over some empty cans of ingredients, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d clean it up later himself. For now, he had another kind of meal before him.

Candy had become more aroused than he thought. He could already see her exposed womanhood under her skirt. She was already wet, but in the same way she loved cooking delicious treats, he loved getting her intensely aroused.

“Mmm…my favorite appetizer,” Calvin said as he licked his lips in anticipation.

With an unobstructed view and a clear path, he buried his head between her legs and gorged on her pussy. He was thorough, but mannerly, using his lips and tongue with the utmost care to stimulate her tender folds.

His good manners paid off. Candy let out sharp gasps that echoed loudly throughout the kitchen. She became so aroused that she reached under her apron, lifted up her shirt, and began fondling her breasts. In doing so, she revealed that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. That hinted to Calvin that she’d planned on getting him horny with her holiday cooking. If that were the case, then her plan worked perfectly.

“Cal! Oohhh Cal!” Candy moaned with delight. “Dine on me, my love! Dine!”

Calvin responded with only a muffled grunt. Still holding onto her thighs, her legs spread in a perfect V-shape, he stepped up his oral efforts.

He probed her hot folds with his tongue, hitting all those special parts that he knew so well. He trailed his lips up and down her slit, giving special attention to her swollen clitoris. He felt her body shudder under the onslaught of sensations. Looking up, he saw her joyous expression. She even banged her head back against the kitchen cabinet at one point, arching her back and squeezing her breasts. It was a beautifully erotic sight, one that made her feminine juices taste even sweeter.

It would’ve been good manners to keep eating her out until she climaxed. However, Calvin couldn’t keep ignoring his own escalating appetite. Between his stomach and his dick, desire compounded desire. Now intoxicated by the taste of his wife’s flesh, he broke with formality and rose back to his feet.

“I know it’s not time for dessert,” he said as he positioned himself between her legs, “but I need at least a sample of the main course.”

“Calvin, my darling husband,” Candy said with a seductive grin, “take all the samples you need!”

“Even if I work up a bigger appetite in the end?”

Especially if you work up an appetite!” she said intently.

Like an angel seeking to nourish his very soul, his beautiful wife drew him into another embrace and kissed him. She didn’t care that his face had just been between her legs. If anything, that turned her on even more. She wanted him. She was as hungry for his sex as he was hungry for hers. With their lips locked and their bodies eager to satiate that hunger, Calvin took the first proverbial bite.

He thrust his hips forward.

He entered her wet womanly depths with his hard, manly flesh.

He shifted his hands to her hips while she locked her legs around his.

From there, their passions overtook their hunger. It didn’t matter that their kitchen wasn’t the most spacious room in the house. It also didn’t matter that the counter was dirty, cluttered, and not made to support an impassioned woman making love to her husband. The only thing that mattered was that they were together, their bodies entwined and their love taking a tangible form, just as his wife’s delicious treats cooked behind them.

“Yes! Yes! Oh Cal! Ohhh Cal!” Candy panted as they moved to the heated rhythm.

“Candy! My sweet, beautiful love! Ohhh yes!” he gasped.

He stepped up the pace of their lovemaking, moving his hips back and forth, working his throbbing manhood within her tight folds. They had already worked up quite a sweat and not just because of oven. Calvin could still smell the cake. That hadn’t been lost on him, even as their bodies rocked and their moans filled the kitchen. It was almost fitting, making love to the woman who nourished his body with the same passion she put into her meals.

Like her uncanny culinary skills during the holidays, such passion paid off. He sensed her nearing an orgasm already. Candy always got very animated during their lovemaking, even during spontaneous acts. She hitched her legs up, grabbed onto his shoulders, and narrowed her gaze on him. He could even feel her inner muscles contracting harder around his manhood, as if her body were embracing him as much as her heart.

“Cal…I’m close,” was all she got out through labored gasps.

“Come, my sweet. Come!” he told her.

She took his loving words to heart. After a few more focused movements, Calvin sent his lover over the edge. Her expression tensed to the flood of sensations. Her nails dug into his shoulders while her grip with her legs tightened. He could feel his lover shudder under the weight of her release. As he took in the view, he smiled and caressed her face.

Watching her react to the rush of ecstasy was always such a spectacle. Seeing it while her delicious treats cooked in the background made it even more rewarding. Candy even acknowledged that. As she took in her release, she leaned in and kissed him lovingly. She then whispered something telling into her ear.

“There’s still time to work up an appetite,” she said to him.

“I know,” he said with a mischievous undertone. “And I intend to use it!”

He kissed her again, trailing his lips down her neck and listening to her labored gasps. Once certain she had caught her breath, he resumed their impromptu kitchen lovemaking.

With plenty of hunger still driving him, he withdrew from her briefly and realigned their now-sweaty bodies. Candy laughed gleefully, still in a post-orgasmic daze, as he bent her over the kitchen counter and positioned himself behind her. Now with a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt, which was still partially covered by her skirt, he guided his manhood back into her.

Once their flesh was re-entwined, he resumed their sensual rhythm. This time, however, he stepped up the intensity.

“Ooh, Cal! Oohhh yeah!” Candy moaned. “That’s it! Work it! Work it like that!”

“Mmm…Candy,” Calvin grunted.

She was encouraging him to cut loose and use that well-nourished body of his. Having helped nourish it through her cooking, she enjoyed the fruits of her labor as much as him. Calvin responded to her encouragement as best he could. The results were as sweet as any treat.

Back and forth, he worked his hips. He rocked her body with his intimate motions, keeping a firm hold of her hips. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the kitchen, along with more moans. Like any delicious appetizer, Calvin savored every bit of it. He enjoyed drawing out their lovemaking, just as he enjoyed drawing out a good meal. At times, he even leaned in and whispered his loving sentiment’s into his wife’s ear.

“You are…the sweetest thing…in the world,” he said to her.

Candy responded with more joyous moans and loving gestures. Through their steady succession of movements, Calvin built towards his own release. Candy even helped, bucking her hips and guiding his hands to her breasts to give him the energy he needed for that final push. He could already feel that intimate heat in his core building. His beautiful wife simply gave it the necessary spark to ignite it.

“Candy…I’m close too,” Calvin said through labored grunts.

“Come, my love! Your dessert awaits!” she said playfully.

He delivered the last round of desperate motions. Finally, Calvin crossed that final threshold and entered that special world of delectable bliss. It was as savory as any hungry, impassioned man could’ve hoped.

As he soaked in his release, he wrapped his arms around his wife, rested his chin on her shoulder, and let out a euphoric gasp that filled the kitchen. She took his hands in hers, holding onto him as he enjoyed the feeling. He felt her womanhood embrace him as well, contracting and throbbing as he released his load into her womanly depths. It was the final ingredient to a perfect dish of passion and it couldn’t have been sweeter.

“I love you, my sweet wife,” Calvin said to her.

“I love you too, Cal…my delicious husband,” Candy replied.

Their intimate flesh parted, but they remained in a loving embrace. Still hot and sweaty from their lovemaking, they shared another soft kiss to complete their intimate act.

Then, in a moment that couldn’t have been timed better, the timer on the oven went off. Candy’s cake was complete.

“Perfect timing!” she laughed.

“I’ll say,” Calvin said.

“See? That wasn’t too long a wait.”

“I admit, you made it easier,” he said. “It’s almost as though you knew your famous holiday treats would get me in a particular mood.”

“What can I say? I enjoy satisfying all my husband’s appetites!”

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Lesson About Love I’ve Learned From Writing Romance

When writing, talking, or criticizing a certain topic, we often do so thinking we know enough about it to make it matter. It’s not until we actually make the effort that we realize just how inadequate our knowledge is. It can be distressing and disheartening on some levels, but it can also be revealing.

I’ve been writing romance stories since I was a teenager. I don’t deny that those first stories I wrote were awful. I’ve even gone back and deleted some of them, both from my memory and my computer. They were that bad. I made the effort because I believed I could tell a good, meaningful love story. It wasn’t until I started writing that I realized how much I had to learn.

I’ve learned quite a bit since then, but I don’t doubt for a second that I’ve a lot more to explore. The fact that I’m still single, unmarried, and not dating anyone at the moment is proof enough of that. However, after reading about and writing so many love stories, both as novels and as short stories, I’ve uncovered countless insights into love.

Writing about it, discussing it, and even observing it in people who have found it has taught me a lot. Much of those lessons have found their way into my writing over the years. In the interest of sharing those revelations, I’d like to offer a few of those insights for those still struggling to make sense of this emotion that drives so many people, both in real life and in the world of fiction.

Some may seem obvious. Others may seem corny. That’s to be expected. Love is one of those strange emotions that seems so simple on paper, yet so overwhelming in practice. That’s part of what makes it special. That’s also part of what makes it worth pursuing. Hopefully, these insights help with that.

Lesson #1: Love requires effort, but can become tedious if it turns into work.

Lesson #2: Love is often more opportunity than destiny. Fate may bring people together, but it’s through choice and effort that something comes of it.

Lesson #3: The line between lust and love is often blurred, but becomes more defined when those involved are honest with themselves and each other.

Lesson #4: It’s okay for love to be shallow on some levels, but greater depth is needed in order for it to blossom.

Lesson #5: Being in love means growing and evolving with a person. That means loving someone for who they are and who they’re trying to be.

Lesson #6: Being in love is only part of a functional relationship, but it’s a critical part that can make others work.

Lesson #7: Love isn’t always logical, but genuine love is coherent and consistent.

Lesson #8: You cannot control how, when, and where you fall in love, but you can control the situation around you.

Lesson #9: Being in love, like being in a relationship, is an ongoing feeling. Treating certain parts as endpoints only undermines both.

Lesson #10: In the same way love means different things to many people, the experience of love can be just as different. Even if others don’t understand it, that doesn’t mean the love is less sincere.

Lesson #11: Love is unpredictable, but there are often patterns that become noticeable when you’re honest with yourself and your partner.

Lesson #12: There’s no one right way to love someone, but there will always be many more wrong ways.

Lesson #13: Love build on lies is always unstable in the long run.

There are probably many more I could list or haven’t thought of. If you have some lessons in love that you’d like to share, please do so in the comments.

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Saturdays, Sexy Short Stories, And Baby Yoda

It’s Saturday. I know that’s usually when I post one of my sexy short stories, but as I noted a few days ago, I’m cutting back on updates of that nature. That’s not to say I’ve told my last sexy short story. I still intend to write them, but I’ll do so more sparingly.

That could change if demand changes. I’ve noticed that traffic for my sexy short stories has remained somewhat stagnant in recent months. Is that because I’m not writing good enough stories? Is there a certain niche that I should focus on? I don’t get a lot of feedback so I’m not sure how to proceed. As such, I’ll be proceeding more cautiously.

In the meantime, in lieu of a sexy short story, here’s a picture of Baby Yoda being adorable.

You’re welcome.

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“New Years Bang” A Sexy Short Story For New Years Day

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Happy New Year everybody! I hope everyone is starting off this new year and new decade on a high note. The following is a sexy short story to help usher in this new era. It’s simple, direct, and sexy on multiple levels. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you excited about the year to come. Enjoy!

Back home, they called her the Blue-Collar Bombshell.

In college, they called her the Voluptuous Valedictorian.

At her first job, they called her the Workaholic Wonder Woman.

Victoria Walters never cared for those titles, but she understood where they came from. She learned from an early age that to succeed in her lofty ambitions, she had to overachieve just to get the minimum of what others got with half the work. It wasn’t fair, just, or logical, for that matter. Those were just the circumstances that she had to endure if she wanted to be successful in the cut-throat world of Wall Street.

It hadn’t been easy. The first day Victoria walked into a firm, people mistook her for someone’s secretary or an air-headed bimbo who’d slept with half the Board of Directors to get her job. People still gave her that look, even after earning her way into one of the most prestigious investment firms in New York. She’d learned to shut it out, but she couldn’t ignore the obstacles that came with it.

“They’re going to look at you and assume you got where you are because of your bra size,” her old college professor had told her. “You can’t convince everyone otherwise, but that doesn’t matter, so long as you convince those who matter.”

Victoria took that lesson to heart. Since she began working in Wall Street, she’d gone above and beyond for those who signed the checks. She worked longer hours than anyone else. She took fewer vacations than anyone else. She was at the office on Christmas and the 4th of July, plugging away at the work others didn’t have the drive to do.

Eventually, the right people began taking notice. Within a few years, Victoria had worked her way up in the firm, gaining more responsibilities, respect, and money along the way. She’d gotten to a point where she made more than the men who used to hit on her during meetings. She’d even evoked bitterness and resentment for having a better apartment than the men who once wrote her off as another pretty face. Victoria tried not to take too much satisfaction in those looks, but every bit of vindication helped.

However, even those small victories only went so far. Victoria had achieved a lot more success than anyone thought someone her age, gender, and body type could get without blowing half the senior managers. Her biggest obstacle, it seemed, was burning herself out.

Victoria still worked longer and harder than the rest of her peers. She still hadn’t taken a vacation since high school and rarely took holidays off. Then, after seeing other colleges with half the responsibilities and a quarter of the paycheck suffer mental breakdowns, she decided to do something about it.

“What’s the point of working so hard if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor?” she’d asked herself one fateful night several years ago.

That question had since been answered. The answer was what brought her to an upscale hotel suite in Midtown Manhattan that she’d rented for the night. It also happened to be New Years Day, the only holiday that she’d taken off for the entire year. While the festivities in Times Square were over, hers were just about to begin.

Victoria could’ve done many things with her generous salary and latest holiday bonus. She could’ve flown to Florida for the weekend, spent the day at a luxury spa, or seen the most exclusive show in the city. Instead, she decided to use some of that wealth to hire a dozen of New York’s finest male escorts to spend the afternoon with her.

Despite its less-than-legal status, escorts were a tradition of sorts on Wall Street. Most of the men she worked with – including those who claimed to be happily married – saw a few escorts on the side. It was part of the culture of excess and indulgence. For the men, it was a normal thing. For a woman, especially one who regularly got hit on by handsome young men, it was not so normal.

That was part of why Victoria chose to do it. If she was going to defy convention by earning her way to the top of Wall Street’s hierarchy, then she might as well indulge on her own terms. That still came with challenges. She remembered their reaction when she first hired them.

“Wait…you want to pay us to spend the afternoon with you?” one of the escorts had asked upon meeting her. “You, a woman who looks like she could get hired at the strip club down the street on the spot?”

“Yes,” she told him assertively while flashing a wad of cash. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all!”

The reactions from the rest of the male strippers varied. Most were probably used to satisfying lonely wives or rich widows. A beautiful woman with deep pockets hiring them for an afternoon must have been rare, but that only motivated them.

Having gathered them in the opulent living room in her hotel suit, she admired the quality of the men that her deep pockets had afforded. They were tall, well-built, and well-endowed, according to their profiles. They looked like models from a fitness magazine, minus the Photoshopping. They were the kind of men who might have dominated social circles back in her home town where star athletes got to indulge.

In this instance, however, she was the one in charge. That didn’t just remind her how far she’d come. She found it both exhilarating and arousing.

“Thank you all for joining me on this fine New Years Day,” Victoria said to them as they lounged about the opulent suite. “As per the terms of our agreement, your donations have been secured. Your phones will remain outside this room and turned off. You will also forget my name the second you walk out of here and I don’t intend to learn yours.”

“Works for me, ma’am,” said one of the escorts. “I don’t mind a little structure in this business.”

“Good,” she said, “because so long as I’m funding this gathering, I’m in charge. That means when I say get naked, you do so without question. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they all said like loyal soldiers.

They responded to her authority, which might have just been an extension of the money she’d paid them. They also responded to her appearance.

Victoria had just finished prepping herself in the bathroom. She’d arrived in one of her high-end business suits, not unlike the one she’d worn to a board meeting three days ago. She exited the bathroom in nothing but a red silk bathrobe.

Seeing so many handsome men, knowing they would fulfill whatever desires she wished, heightened her excitement. For the past year, she’d deprived herself of many comforts and pleasures, including the intimate kind. She had a lot of pent desires to vent.

“Good,” said Victoria, still speaking with authority, “then let’s dispense with furthers formalities and get out of these itchy clothes. In case you need incentive, I’ll go first.”

With a mix of attitude and seduction, Victoria undid the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to a room of handsome men. Having probably seen one too many unattractive housewives who were more botox than woman, they reacted strongly. Some were already loosening their pants in anticipation of what was to come.

“I’m liking this gig more and more,” said one of the studs.

“Me too,” said the one next to him. “I might not have to think about my ex for a change.”

“I’m glad you approve,” Victoria said, “but less talking. More stripping!”

The men got the message. They all shed their clothes with an urgency that was probably not typical of male escorts tasked with entertaining horny women. Victoria didn’t want a striptease. She didn’t want a spectacle, either. She wanted to see an abundance of beautiful, alluring man meat and that was what she got.

One by one, every man removed whatever they had on, including their underwear. They made no effort to hide their muscular upper bodies or their well-proportioned dicks. Each man had an endowment that was definitely above average. Victoria had seen enough unsolicited dick pics to know what qualified as big and she had plenty to choose from.

Seeing so many attractive, naked men before her, an eager smile formed on her face. Victoria hadn’t smiled much over the past year. Her job and her ambitions were so serious. It felt good to express a little joy at the prospect of greater indulgence.

It was still just the beginning. The best of her New Years festivities were yet to come.

“It’s time, you handsome studs,” Victoria said intently. “Come. Let’s get acquainted.”

For the first time in a year, she dropped the hard-nosed persona that dissuaded so many would-be love interests and offered herself to a group of men. They all accepted that invitation, gathering around her like worshippers eager to take in her holy energy. However, there was nothing holy about what they were going to do.

Most still stood back, just admiring her naked body and stroking their dicks to them hard. A few bolder men moved in and began fondling her body. She was already horny. She had enough pent-up sexual energy to have her way with every stud at least once. This just got her blood and juices flowing in all the right directions.

The first and boldest stud went right for her breasts, taking them in both hands and kneading them with the utmost care.

The second came up behind her and grasped her heart-shaped butt, admiring the toned featured that good genes and exercise had shaped for years.

The third and fourth came in from the side, taking turns caressing her face before offering a hungry kiss.

Victoria accepted that offer, initiating a bombardment of foreplay. Like true professionals, they started off slow, getting a feel for her body and how she liked to be touched. It quickly escalated. Before long, they were pinching her nipples, nibbling around the side of her neck, and trailing gentle fingers up her voluptuous curves, highlighting every womanly feature to the utmost.

It felt good. It felt even more overdue than last year.

“Mmm…your touching,” she gasped. “Such skilled hands. I love it!”

“We aim to please, ma’am,” whispered the handsome stud who’d been fondling her ass.

Victoria laughed and purred in approval. She also showed her appreciation by kissing the men at her sides. She made sure to use plenty of tongue, communicating the raw desire she felt in their grasp. They got the message loud and clear. One of the men just watching from afar took action.

“I think we need to sharpen our aim,” he said with a suggestive undertone.

As the other men kept the foreplay going, one of the men with a slimmer build skillfully slipped in and knelt down so that he was face-to-face with her pussy. She was already aroused, but there was room for improvement and Victoria had made clear that she liked to go above and beyond.

This particular stud must have had similar tendencies because he went to work eating her out as though it were the most delicious pussy he’d ever tasted. He was both focused and spirited, two traits anyone on Wall Street could admire.

He used strong hands to push her thighs apart slightly and a skilled tongue to tease her tender folds. He demonstrated a keen understanding of female anatomy, finding her most sensitive areas and stimulating them with surgical precision. It sent surges of sensations coursing through her body, making her moan in ways she hadn’t moaned all year.

“Oohhh fuck!” Victoria moaned, her Wall Street vulgarity mixing with her burning desires. “That’s it! That’s what I want!”

“Mmm…I can tell,” said the man eating her pussy.

“So can I,” said the man fondling her breasts.

She would’ve laughed if their observations weren’t so accurate. Already, her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. All the overthinking and overanalyzing she did for 364 days out of the year gave way to basic, primal desires. For one day, Victoria was going to act on them. Moreover, she was going to pursue them to the utmost.

The men continued doing their jobs. They touched, fondled, groped, and kissed with the skill she’d come to expect from professional gigolos. The man eating her pussy out kept at it, lapping his tongue along her tender folds and to prime her body for the main event. While Victoria had been known to take her time and exercise patience in her work, she didn’t dare wait. She was ready for more.

“Enough! No more formalities!” Victoria said intently. “I need to fuck! And I need it now!”

“You’re the boss, ma’am,” said the stud behind her.

“And a very generous boss, at that,” teased the one who’d been kissing her neck.

The men coordinated like the true pros they were. The men behind her and to her side backed away. The man giving her oral sex pulled back too, but not before giving her clit one last tease. Then, the man who’d been fondling her breasts lifted her up in his muscular arms and laid her down.

They took full advantage of the space she’d cleared in the center of the room, having already laid out a plush rug with several pillows within reaching distance. They all gathered around, encircling her and surrounding her with manly bodies at every angle. The man who’d laid her down even retrieved one of the pillows and placed it under her head, ensuring plenty of comfort for the next part.

That next part, however, promised to test each one of these well-paid gigolos more than her. Victoria sensed these men thought they knew what they were getting into when she hired them. She was just a pretty face in a big city, looking for a little holiday indulgence. They had no idea what they were in for.

As each stud got comfortable with the elaborate setup, Victoria immediately located the man with the hardest erection and the biggest dick. She then pointed to him with an authority that she rarely got to exercise in her office.

“You!” Victoria said. “Get over here. Get on top and fuck me like the boss bitch you think I am!”

“Hell yes, ma’am!” said the man.

That well-endowed man, who she sensed liked domineering women, couldn’t comply fast enough. The stud who’d laid her down couldn’t get out of his way fast enough, either. He moved off to the side and started stroking his dick like the others, working to get fully erect so they could get their turn.

Victoria had every intention of giving them that turn. It could only help by showing them what they were in for once that time came.

That first lucky stud got on top of her, just as she asked. He then aligned that big, hulking dick of his with the entrance to her pussy. With her powerful gaze still locked with his, he thrust his hips forward and entered her. As soon as Victoria felt that intense, powerful feeling of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths, the dam finally burst. All that sexual energy that had built up since her last New Years celebration came pouring out.

“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “Ooh that dick! That big, beautiful dick! I feel it!”

After that first round of sensations, it was on.

Like a repressed nymphomaniac, she threw her arms and legs around the nameless man on top of her and hungrily kissed him. Encouraged, he began doing his stud duties, humping her with a focused vigor usually reserved for crude fantasies and cruder passions.

It might have been sex in a simple missionary position, but made sure there was nothing simple about it. She supplemented every thrust, digging the balls of her feet into the stud’s lower back, adding a little extra force every time he probed her depths with his dick. It intensified the sensations and the pace, evoking the kind of grunts and gasps that separated the men from the studs.

“Damn! Look at that girl fuck,” said one of the men watching.

“It’s like she ain’t been laid all year,” said another.

“A girl as pretty and rich as her? I find that hard to believe.”

“And yet, I totally believe it.”

They all watched with a mix of curiosity and awe. Victoria even dared to put on an erotic show for them, raking her fingers down the back of the stud as he fucked her and talking dirty in ways that would’ve made even an experienced stockbroker gasp. They were probably used to lonely housewives or drunken bridesmaids looking for a cheap thrill. They probably weren’t expecting to fuck a woman like her so bluntly and get paid for it.

Being in the investment banking business, Victoria understood incentives better than most. She put plenty of incentive on display as she fucked the stud on top of her every bit as hard as he fucked her. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a heat of sexual movements. He soon had her on the brink. Knowing she’d need more than one tonight, she made it abundantly clear that these were real, unfaked orgasms.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” she panted as the feeling approached. “I’m coming! I’m going to…come…so hard! Oohhh!”

It seemed to catch the stud on top of her by surprised. Even to a professional gigolo, women weren’t supposed to come that quickly. Women were supposed to be difficult to pleasure. Either she was a special kind of woman or she was just that horny. Victoria could care less which was ultimately true. She just wanted to enjoy a rare dose of unfiltered pleasure.

That pleasure was as exhilarating as it was overdue. She was overtly theatrical in front of the watchful gaze of the other men, bending her legs back and curling her toes as she let out an orgasmic cry that echoed throughout the hotel suite. Every wave of pleasure felt like a steady rain over an arid desert, filling a need that she hadn’t filled all year. It was beautiful, intense, and fulfilling. Even for all the money she’d paid for the services of professional gigolos, she couldn’t put a price on such a feeling.

It was so intense that the man on top of her had to slow his thrusts, the hard contractions around his dick adding extra tightness to their sex. In doing so, he ended up climaxing as well. She felt it in the way his body shuddered and his grip on her hips tightened. He was barely able to pull out from her throbbing heat before he released his load.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted as he released his load on her torso.

“Whoa! That must have been some pussy,” said one of the studs who’d gotten a perfect view of the money shot.

“I know. Now, I want try it!” said another.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Victoria said, still on an orgasmic high. “Come on in! Have at it! I’ll fuck every one of you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” said the man who happened to be the closet.

With the other men cheering him on, the stud with the hardest dick pushed his fellow gigolo aside and got into position. He was less careful than the first. He swiftly pushed her legs further apart, hitching them over his shoulders, and thrust his rigid manhood into her still-moist folds. Before Victoria could finish processing her first orgasm, another man was already humping her hard and rocking her world.

“Yes! Yes! More dick! More sex! More!” she panted.

“That’s it, boss! Take it like you wanna!” said one of the men.

“It’s official! This bitch is already my favorite client,” said the one next to him.

Victoria slipped deeper into a decadent daze, the sounds of hot sex mixing with the raucous cheers of handsome men cheering them on. There was nothing refined or skilled about her approach at this point. The men just needed to hump and she could take care of the rest.

While the second stud did his part, things got a bit more chaotic. Other impatient men moved in, waving their dicks in her face while fondling her bouncing breasts. Victoria gladly accommodated them, licking and suckling their dicks as she got fucked. Beyond stepping up the decadence, it showed she could multitask. The professional studs quickly took notice.

Several men gathered around her head, holding their dicks out and tempting her to have a taste. Victoria took them up on the offer, giving brief, yet thorough doses of oral sex to each. It allowed more men to participate in the fun while also getting them hard. She was somewhat sloppy, a natural byproduct of having no personal life, let alone an active sex life. That didn’t stop the men from enjoying it.

“Yeah! Lick it! Taste it!” said one of the men after getting sucked off.

“Damn! She’s a hungry nympho,” said another. “And here I was thinking she couldn’t handle this much man meat.”

“I’m starting to wonder if there’s enough of us,” said another stud, watching as she got fucked harder.

Victoria barley heard their comments. She was already close to climaxing again. She wasn’t as theatrical as she was before, but that was largely due to her having a dick in her mouth at the time. It didn’t make the feeling any less exhilarating. After barley having time for herself all year, she had a lot of catching up to do.

Only the man humping her seemed to noticed, but he barely slowed down. He kept going while her body was racked by another orgasmic release. Unlike the first stud, he didn’t pull out when he climaxed. Victoria didn’t mind, having already made the necessary preparations. It just ensured their debauchery was bound to get messier.

“I’m ready to…come! Ohh fuck!” he said.

“Hurry up, man! Some of us want another shot at that pussy!” said a guy standing right next to him, holding his dick in anticipation.

The man got his fill, releasing most of his load inside her before pulling out briefly after. Then, the horny stud next to him practically shoved him away so that he could take his place. Even with her body reeling from multiple orgasms, she eagerly accepted him, holding her legs apart so he could enter her and keep the sex going.

“Ooh yeah! You are one special boss bitch!” the man said as he humped her.

“Mmm…you got that right,” Victoria quipped with two dicks waving in her face.

The decadent chaos further escalated. There was less and less need for her to give directions. At this point, it was a full-blown gangbang. There were a dozen well-endowed men and a very willing woman. In terms of New Years festivities, it beat the hell out of any fireworks.

Victoria abandoned any elaborate plan or system to guide such acts. It was just a matter of horny men waiting their turn and her expunging a year of sexual energy. She remained on her back for two more studs, shifting her legs and torso at times to mix things up. One even licked her feet and sucked her toes, which she found uniquely erotic, so much so that she had another orgasm. Her world kept rocking and these stud men kept it rocking hard, much to her delight.

All the while, Victoria kept giving oral sex to any stud who sought it. She remained somewhat sloppy, so much so that a good bit of her makeup and lipstick got smeared. The men didn’t seem to mind, though. One even blew his load right into her face, getting half of it in her mouth and the other half on her cheek. She didn’t mind, either. She just licked it up while casting the other studs and erotic gaze, tempting them to continue feeding her burning desire.

“Keep it coming, studs. Let’s keep this New Years gangbang going!” Victoria proclaimed.

It was the antithesis of the uptight, well-kempt, disciplined professional that she’d been since grade school. Just hearing those words in her own voice sounded strange. At the same time, it was oddly thrilling. The nameless gigolos surrounding her had no idea why this meant so much to her, but they didn’t seem to care.

They weren’t being paid to ask why she needed so much sex on New Years Day.

They were being paid to fuck her until she was satisfied.

To that end, they began coordinating more. At one point during another round of heated humping, one of the studs flipped her over so that she was on all fours. From there, one of the studs could fuck her from behind so that she could focus more on giving oral sex to the men in front of her. It proved both efficient and decadent.

More orgasms followed, both from her and from the manly studs fucking her. Victoria’s sex drive was in overdrive. Even these professional gigolos had a hard time keeping up. All they could do was keep themselves hard and keep the gangbang going. Being professionals, they did their part.

The pace of their humping intensified. As more studs fucked her doggy style, they did so with more fervor. The sound of pelvises smacking into her butt filled the room, along with the grunts, moans, and cheers. By then, the whole suite reeked of sweat and sex. Victoria hadn’t known that scent in a year. It was dirty and lurid, but she loved it, so much so that she craved bolder sex acts.

“My ass!” Victoria said. “Do my ass, too!”

“Just when I thought this couldn’t get crazier,” said one of the studs who hadn’t had his fill yet.

“Good thing we bought lube!” said another.

That was another special request she’d prepared ahead of time, making sure there was lube on hand for whatever sex act she desired. Victoria didn’t always crave something that extreme, but after the year she’d endured, she needed it.

The experienced studs knew what to do. After the one humping her pussy got off, another came in with a bottle of lube in hand. He quickly applied a generous dose. He ended up using half the bottle, making quite a mess on the carpet in the process. Victoria didn’t care. She just pointed her butt up at him, shook it playfully, and welcomed their waiting flesh.

“Come on in,” she said, playfully swatting her ass. “We’re not done yet!”

“Yes, ma’am!” said the stud with the lube bottle.

The handsome man accepted the invitation, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding his dick to her waiting hole. The penetration wasn’t as smooth as before. Victoria groaned and tensed for a moment, waiting for fresh pleasure to wash over the initial sting. That pleasure came quickly. Once her body adjusted, it was on once more. The stud began humping away and the decadence continued.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight!” he grunted.

“Well, that gives us an extra hole to work with,” joked another stud.

“That just means she’ll wear us out even faster,” said another in a more serious tone.

“Hey, if that’s what she paid for, that’s what she’s getting!”

Victoria wished her clients were that simple in their thinking. It was ironic how the simplest business practices manifested in whores and gigolos. She had a basic need. She paid these men to fulfil it and they did just that. It was messier, but more fulfilling than spreadsheets and invoices.

With her ass now in play, the studs coordinated with greater creativity. They started by alternating between holes, doing one until she or one of the studs climaxed and then switching to another. It filled her body with more intense sensations, often blurring the line between pain and ecstasy. All the while, she continued giving oral sex to the other studs in front of her, including a few who’d climaxed already and sought another round.

Eventually, the studs made use of their strength and her willingness to engage in every sex act. At one point, they arranged their bodies so that she was fucked from every end. Victoria had a dick in her ass, pussy, and mouth, each slithering and sliding at a steady pace of decadence. It marked the apex of the satisfaction she sought. After a year of conducting such a restrained, disciplined manner, this was her one act of indulgence and it was incredible.

“This feeling…this pleasure…this depraved act of desire…I earned this,” she thought to herself in the midst of so many chaotic sex acts.

Victoria’s thoughts devolved into musings of lust, following basic whims and the sensations that came with them. The gangbang kept going, her naked body rocking to every thrust, pump, and hump. In whatever orifice a dick entered, she savored every bit of it. From every direction, she took in delicious male flesh, following it to multiple rounds of orgasmic ecstasy.

She lost track of how many orgasms she’d achieved, but Victoria was fairly certain that every stud had climaxed at least once. Most ended up on her face, torso, and back, mixing with the sweat that now poured off her body and that of the athletic studs serving her. She even got playful with a few of their peaks, getting two men to pop their loads at once on her tits and having another climax inside both her holes. It was the most playful she’d been all year, which only made it more rewarding.

By the time Victoria neared her limits, some of the studs were already laying back, catching their breath and wiping the sweat from their brow. They had exhausted whatever amount of desire they’d brought with them. By the time the last stud with a working boner had her on the brink, she laid him on his back, got on top of him, and rode him cowgirl style to a final orgasm.

“One more,” Victoria panted as she expended the last bit of desire. “Just…one…more!”

“I’m ready…barely,” grunted the man under her.

The last orgasm was mostly a formality at that point. It wasn’t the loudest or the most elaborate. When it hit, Victoria just arched her back, closed her eyes, and exhaled in accord with the release of pleasure. She did so knowing it might be the last orgasm she shared with a man until this time next year.

The man under her climaxed as well, pulling out just intime to release a small load onto her torso. The rug under them was already messy with various stains, but that was nothing an extra tip to the housekeepers couldn’t resolve. After rolling off the nameless stud, eventually settling into the center of the rug once more, Victoria could finally say it.

She was satisfied.

“Happy New Years, indeed,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you. All you handsome studs…thank you for giving us this.”

“You’re welcome, boss,” said one of the studs who was also catching his breath. “This is a hell of a way to start off the year.”

“Hey, I’ll take it!” said another who was already looking for his pants. “It’s not every day a pretty girl pays my fee for a gangbang like this.”

“Hell, I didn’t think any woman could handle a gangbang like this, let alone enjoy it so damn much,” said one of the older-looking studs.

Victoria, still lying on her side, naked and sweaty, looked around at the equally exhausted studs and smiled. They looked genuinely impressed by her, which she imagined was no easy feat. Professional gigolos encountered all sorts of women with diverse and elaborate tastes. Hers were more unique, to say the least.

Looking at her, even as she bathed in the afterglow of a raucous gangbang, she sensed they respected her for embracing the full extent of her desires. They didn’t know why she exercised them in such a way. They could never understand where she came from or why she did what she did. At the very least, they could appreciate why New Years Day meant something special to her.

“I work so hard,” Victoria told them. “I deny myself so many pleasures, large and small. On one day…the day a new year begins…I indulge. It’s more than just a reward. It’s a reminder of what I have to gain.”

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Daily Sexy Musings: Contemplating Your Perfect Lover

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We all like to dream about our perfect lover. Even if you’re not a fan of romance and have never encountered an endearing romantic sub-plot, I believe everyone imagines what their perfect soul mate would be like. It’s one thing to entertain a lurid fantasy. Those are easy. Contemplating the perfect lover takes more time, energy, and passion.

The perfect lover isn’t just someone you want for one night or a weekend in Cabo or even a month in Cancun. The perfect lover is someone you want to be with until your dying days. They’re someone you’re willing to love, honor, fight for, and cherish. They’re someone whose willing to be with you at your worst and vice versa.

That kind of lover holds a special place in our collective psyche. For many, it seems like an impossible ideal, but it’s not. There are real people who have contemplated and met their perfect lover. Their stories aren’t the product of fiction. They’re very real and they remind us that this kind of love is real.

That kind of love doesn’t just happen. It takes work, but it’s the kind of work that’s worth doing. As a lifelong romantic, I believe that with all my heart. I hope I one day meet someone who will share in that effort with me. To those who have met that someone or are still contemplating that someone, I hope you find this Daily Sexy Musing encouraging. Enjoy!

When I have a spare moment, I dare to imagine.

When I have several, I dare to dream big.

My dreams must be bold because that’s the only way I can see you. Through focus, faith, passion, and grit, I conjure your face from various slivers of scattered thought. Like piecing together a work of art from a pool of countless pieces, I assemble the figure of my soul mate.

Piece by piece, you come together in a convergence of beauty and presence. Just being near you fills me with awe and wonder. To look upon you is to see a every longing desire made real. Seeing you means seeing the true love in its most tangible form. A concept espoused by fairy tales and fantasy suddenly becomes possible.

However, I don’t just stop at a figure.

Beyond the beauty, I dream of a lover whose persona captivates as much as her smile. I can hold you in total darkness, knowing only your touch and voice, yet still feel your wondrous grace. The sound of your voice, the power of your touch, and the warmth of your presence only affirms what my eyes have told me.

You are the love of my life.

You are the angel in my dreams.

You are the only one for me.

I take comfort in that vivid dream. While our dreams help us entertain possibilities, it is love that makes them real. Even after the moment passes, I still feel your spirit, guiding my heart through this chaotic world. I know you’re out there. I may not recognize you when I first see you. You may not recognize me, either. However, we share the same vision.

We contemplate our perfect lover.

We pursue them with all our heart.

We eagerly await that special moment for one our paths cross.

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How And Why “No Strings Attached” Became My Favorite Romance Movie

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A few years back, I cited “Crazy/Beautiful,” an underrated cinematic gem from 2001, as my favorite romance movie. That movie, which I feel has aged better than similar movies from previous decades, has a special place in my heart and it always will. It was the first romance movie that I genuinely enjoyed as both a movie and a love story.

However, I’m here to announce that my ranking has recently changed. I still love “Crazy/Beautiful,” but it is no longer my favorite romance movie. That rank now belongs to “No Strings Attached,” the sexy romantic comedy from 2011 starring Ashton Kutcher and future Thor, Natalie Portman. As of this moment, it’s a rank that will be very difficult for any future movie to top.

The premise of “No Strings Attached” and how it became my favorite romance movie is a remarkable story, in and of itself. This is one of those movies I didn’t expect to be so impactful. I ignored it when it initially came out in theaters. The premise sounded generic and it didn’t help that a similar (and inferior) movie called “Friends With Benefits” came out at the same time.

This is even less romantic than it looks.

It’s a common romance trope. Two people decide to eschew traditional dating methods and just stick to sex. They don’t want anything serious. They just want steady, enjoyable sex, minus the complications that relationships bring. It starts off fun and sexy. Then, things get serious when emotion and jealousy enter the picture. Eventually, both characters realize they love each other and that’s the end of that.

It’s not an overly elaborate premise for a love story. I’ve written more than my share of those as an aspiring erotica/romance writer. It can be a great love story when done right. The problem is it’s rarely done right. It’s also painfully predictable. It’s next to impossible to evoke decent drama when the conflicts and resolutions are so obvious. That was what made “Friends With Benefits.”

That was also why it I didn’t bother seeing “No Strings Attached” for years. I thought it seemed too generic. Then, on a whim, I decided to check it out on Hulu. I fully expected to turn it off halfway through once the plot settled into familiar patterns. I freely admit I was dead wrong. I pre-judged this movie and that was a mistake on my part.

By the time the credits rolled, I was smiling from ear-to-ear and shaking my head in disbelief. This movie did something I didn’t expect it to do. I didn’t even think it was possible, given the sheer volume of romance I’ve written and consumed. It struck all the emotional chords it needed to and then some. Most romance movies these days are lucky if they can strike just a few.

To appreciate this, you can’t just look at the movie through its general plot summary. At its core, “No Strings Attached” follows the basic script of two people agreeing to casual sex in lieu of a formal relationship. However, what makes this movie stand out is how it navigates this premise through its two main characters, Emma Kurtzman and Adam Franklin.

Before these two characters ever start having sex, the movie takes time to establish who they are and why they decide to seek such an arrangement. Adam and Emma aren’t just a couple of attractive strangers who cross paths and decide they like casual sex. They’ve actually known each other for years, albeit informally.

The first 10 minutes of the movie are dedicated to showing that they both end up in such a frustrating place in their personal lives. Adam just broke up with his girlfriend, Vanessa. Then, his father, a former TV star, decides to start dating her. Naturally, that leaves him pretty messed up.

Emma’s situation is not much better. Before they reconnect, her father dies and she doesn’t demonstrate the greatest coping skills. Later on, her sister, Katie, is getting married and her coping skills still haven’t improved. Neither she nor Adam are complete wrecks, but they’re trying to navigate difficult personal matters and failing miserably.

These issues have nothing to do with romance, sex, or loneliness. They’re legitimate, relatable issues that real people deal with, even if they’re not as attractive as Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman. That makes their problems and their need for comfort feel genuine. It also makes their pursuit of a more casual, less complicated relationship more understandable.

This is where both the story and the romantic chemistry in “No Strings Attached” gains its endearing appeal. It helps that it’s a very sexy appeal, as well, but that’s only ever secondary, at most. As Adam and Emma pursue their new arrangement, we see that it’s not just fun and sexy. It’s genuinely good for them.

Being together in this unique arrangement helps them in many ways. They’re better able to navigate the other issues in their lives. Some of those issues have to do with work. Adam is trying to make it as a writer on a TV show while Emma is trying to further her career as a doctor. Others are on a more personal front with Adam’s dad being a heavy source of drama.

Whatever the issues, the relationship helps Emma and Adam in ways that are subtle, but noticeable. Being together, even if it isn’t romantic, is genuinely good for them. Even when new stresses enter the picture, they help each other get through it. They get to a point where you can’t help but root for them, both as individuals and as a couple.

That journey to something more serious than casual lovers does happen, but it’s chaotic. Considering how predictable stories about casual lovers tend to be, this is one of the most refreshing parts of “No Strings Attached.” It doesn’t happen all at once. There are even some major setbacks along the way. However, there’s a clear and logical progression with Adam and Emma’s romantic journey.

They start out as casual acquaintances.

Then, they start enjoying each other’s company.

Then, they become friends.

Then, they become lovers.

Then, they start to legitimately care about one another.

Then, they start to develop deeper feelings for one another.

Then, they confront those feelings together.

Finally, they fall in love.

Again, it’s not a smooth transition. There are moments in which the extent of their romantic connection is unclear. What Adam and Emma want from one another seems to fluctuate, which makes them feel very human. While it never comes off as entirely one-sided, it never feels like a bland love story in the mold of a fairy tale.

In addition, “No Strings Attached” also avoids the common trap of making sex seem like this huge complication for real romance. In many other love stories of this nature, sex is often framed as this make-or-break act for a couple. Either having sex destroys the romance or it makes the romance inevitable. It gives the impression that you can’t have sex without falling in love.

Beyond reinforcing harmful notions espoused by repressive purity culture, it undercuts the substance of the romance. It implies that it’s contingent on sex in order to blossom. The romance and the sex in “No Strings Attached” is portrayed with more complexity. One never depends on the other, but they do plenty to complement each other.

Ultimately, great sex isn’t the reason Emma and Adam start to fall in love with one another. It acts more as a catalyst. By being together, they’re not just happier and more sexually satisfied. They become better at navigating the various quirks of their respective lives. That’s basically the epitome of a healthy romance.

More than anything else, the end of the movie clearly establishes that these two people want to be together. Their love is not something they can’t avoid or escape. It’s not bound by destiny and ordained by higher forces. Emma and Adam get together because they choose to.

The love they find is not some burden that provokes jealousy or loneliness. They end up together because they want to be together. Their love works because it’s real, sincere, and genuine. This is what makes the final few minutes of the movie the most cathartic I’ve ever experienced in a romance movie. It was those final minutes that sealed “No Strings Attached” as my new favorite romance movie.

There are many other elements of this movie that I could praise for hours on end. I could probably write an entire book on why this movie worked so much better than “Friends With Benefits.” I’ll save that discussion for another time. For now, I encourage anyone out there with a taste for romance to check this movie out. Give it a chance, like I did. Let me know if it had a similar impact.

I don’t doubt more romance movies will come along and challenge “No Strings Attached” for the title of my favorite. I watch more romance movies than most straight men and it may only be a matter of time before another movie comes along that exceeds both this and “Crazy/Beautiful.” I honestly look forward to that day, but “No Strings Attached” sets the bar pretty damn high.

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