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“Leftover Loving” A Sexy Short Story (For Thanksgiving)

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The following is a sexy short story centered around love, Thanksgiving, and all things sexy. Whether you’re just about to eat or still digesting dessert, I hope this helps boost your holiday spirit, among other things. Enjoy!

“I’m so thankful that you and your family could join us this year, Kari.”

“So am I, Mrs. Zale…more than I can possibly put into words.”

That heartfelt toast had capped off a very filling, very successful Thanksgiving dinner for Karianne Kayden. It was led by Erica Zale, the mother of her childhood friend turned high school sweetheart, Jeremy Zale. It made real something she thought she’d never experience again…a happy Thanksgiving feast.

Having just experienced it over the course of a very memorable Thanksgiving, Kari felt many emotions boil to the surface. She’d held back tears when Jeremy’s mother made that toast. She held back even more when her mother, a woman who’d spent the last three years recovering from a bitter divorce, stood up and hugged her friend and former college roommate. It was a powerful moment and one Kari still hadn’t processed.

“Being thankful on Thanksgiving again,” Kari pondered under her breath, “I almost forgot what it felt like. Just when I thought I’d never feel it again.”

She’d been in a festive daze since dessert at the Zale family home was served an hour ago. Long before that, she’d arrived at the house with her mother, her two older brothers, and her mother’s sister with a broken holiday spirit. She expected Jeremy and his extended family to go the extra mile to make Thanksgiving special for them, but she had no idea they’d succeed so wonderfully.

Three years ago – and on Thanksgiving, no less – Kari’s family and her world came crashing down. Even before that fateful day, it had been a poorly kept secret that her parents had a rocky relationship. They’d met in college and started a business together shortly after graduating. While the business was successful, it did not improve their marriage in the slightest. Over the years, they drifted further and further apart, leading to many heated fights and simmering resentment.

Jeremy and his family knew the details more than most. His mother had been friends with hers throughout that tumultuous relationship. It was part of why she and Jeremy spent so much time together as kids. It was their way of keeping her away from all the upheavals in her family. The sources of tension were many, ranging from disagreements over business dealings to alleged affairs that her father had with his female colleagues. Everyone from Jeremy to her older brothers tried to hide it from her, but they could only hide so much.

Kari didn’t have to know all the sordid details to know that her parents should’ve gotten divorced years ago. The only reason they stayed together was because of her and her siblings. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake and one that earned her the brunt of the drama. Both her older brothers moved out and went to colleges in other states as soon as they could. That left her alone in a house with resentful parents for six years of her teenage life.

Finally, it all collapsed on a fateful Thanksgiving morning. Her father and mother had their worst fight to date. It got so bad that her mother threw the turkey he’d been making out the window and her father took a baseball bat to the TV, stove, and dining room. He left the house after that and hadn’t been welcome back since.

“After that, how could I ever have a holiday spirit?” Kari wondered.

She ate chips and leftover tuna for Thanksgiving that year. The next day, her mother filed for divorce. She claimed that her and her father thought she’d been in the basement during that fight, but Kari suspected that was just her way of saving face. Both she and her father even admitted they hurt her the most by staying together longer than they should’ve. They each spent the next three years trying to heal the scars they’d left.

Time, therapy, and living in a house with less fighting helped, but Kari didn’t think she’d ever enjoy Thanksgiving again. Around that same time, however, her friendship with Jeremy changed. They went from a couple of long-time friends to something deeper. He’d been instrumental in helping her deal with her parents’ divorce. It seemed inevitable, yet fitting that they’d develop deeper feelings for one another.

Now, as she sat next to him on the couch, curled up to his side and resting her head on his shoulder, Kari marveled at how much those feelings had blossomed. Thanks to him, his mother, and their amazing effort to make the holidays feel special again, she felt so grateful to have him in her life.

“You get enough desert, Kari?” he asked, having just finished a piece of his father’s legendary cheesecake.

“I got plenty. Thank you,” Kari replied, still hiding the sea of emotions in her voice.

“You sure? Because you know you’re older brothers are going to eat the rest and fight anyone who tries to stop them,” Jeremy said, half-jokingly.

“Let them have it. They needed this as much as me.”

“But you needed it more,” he pointed out. “Even your mother agrees. You were due a perfect Thanksgiving.”

He lovingly kissed the side of her forehead and held her closer. He then watched with her as his parents, her mother, her older brothers, and Jeremy’s extended family gathered around the TV to watch the second half of the last Thanksgiving football game.

It was getting late. Some of his youngest cousins were already asleep in other rooms. Her older brothers, along with his aunts and uncles, were also somewhat tipsy after multiple servings of beer and wine. Her mother was sober, but Kari hadn’t seen her that happy in years. She and Jeremy’s mother stayed close on the other side of the room, laughing together like the good friends they were.

It was such a joyous, festive environment. They’d spent all day just hanging out, enjoying each other’s company, and feasting on a veritable buffet of Thanksgiving classics. It was everything Thanksgiving was supposed to be and everything she hadn’t experienced for years. The fact that it was almost over and hadn’t gone horribly wrong wasn’t just refreshing. It overwhelmed Kari in an unexpected way.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, noticing her disposition, “is everything okay?”

Kari felt his concerned gaze on her. She couldn’t hide the tears forming in her eyes. She turned towards him, if only to hide them from everyone else. When she looked at him, he just held her closer while caressing her face, looking at her with the love and concern she’d come to treasure.

At that moment, Kari came to a powerful realization. Thanksgiving was almost over. It had gone better than anything she could’ve hoped for, but there was still one way to make it truly special.

“You’re half-right, Jeremy,” she told him. “I was due. I needed something like this so much. My whole family did.”

“So why do you look like you’re about to burst into tears?” he asked with more concern.

“Because it’s not perfect yet,” Kari said, “but I know how to make it perfect.”

He cast her a curious gaze. Then, while everyone else was distracted by the game on the TV, she whispered into his ear.

“Make love to me,” she said to him. “Take me upstairs into your room and make love to me.”

Jeremy reacted with minor shock, but managed to hide it from their mothers and the rest of the family. His shock gave way to intrigue as soon as he realized how serious she was. Still holding her close, he leaned in and whispered back.

“Would that make this Thanksgiving perfect for you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Kari said, without hesitation. “It would.”

“That’s all I needed to know.”

What unfolded next felt like an early Christmas miracle. Her wonderfully cunning boyfriend took her hand in his and with the utmost subtly, rose up from the couch with her. Nobody else in the living room noticed. Even their moms remained distracted. Between the multiple glasses of wine and the laughter from reminiscing their college years, they weren’t inclined to notice.

Carrying himself like nothing was amiss, he led her out of the living room, through the kitchen, and into the foyer. Along the way, he cast her a sneaky grin and pressed his finger to his lips, encouraging more cunning as they neared the stairs. Kari got the message and smiled back. She didn’t even make eye contact with Jeremy’s cousins, who were in the den playing video games.

As soon as they reached the stairs, the need for subtlety and stealth faded. Once they were out of sight from parents and relatives, Jeremy moved with more urgency. He even gave her hand a firm squeeze, as if to let her know she could stop hiding it. Like a dam starting to crack, those feelings she’d barely managed all day started to come out.

“We’re really doing this,” Kari said. “You’re really this dedicated to making this day perfect.”

“Of course, I am,” Jeremy replied. “You’re my girl. How could I do any less?”

Kari swore she could’ve married him right there in the middle of the stairwell. She managed to hold off on wedding plans just long enough to follow him to the top of the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.

It was the same bedroom they’d hung out in many times before, both as kids and as lovers. Typically, she and Jeremy never got intimate in his bedroom when his parents were in the house. It was an unwritten rule, but one they’d never broken since they first got together. That was about to change.

“Kari,” Jeremy said, already short of breath as they stood in his bedroom doorway, “before we go any further, I need to know this will be enough.”

“Enough for what?” she asked. “I already told you this will make this day perfect.”

“It’s not just that. I need to know that this will finally do it. This will help you enjoy Thanksgiving and the holidays once again. I’m serious. I want that for you. I’ve seen how sad and miserable you’ve been during this time of year. I want that to end…and I want to help end it.”

Kari’s emotions temporarily muted her voice. Standing in her lover’s arms, looking into those wonderfully sincere eyes of his, she was once again at a loss. She already knew she was in love with Jeremy, but this moment proved that this was no teenage crush.

Their love was real. Jeremy wasn’t just some guy who got her heart and hormones racing. He wanted to make her life better than it had been. He wanted to share his life with hers. Inviting her family to join his on Thanksgiving was a grand gesture that helped mend her wounded holiday spirit. Even after everything he’d done, he still had enough love to offer one more.

“Jeremy,” Kari said, finally finding her voice, “three years ago, I didn’t think it was possible to enjoy the holidays again. I almost accepted that the painful memories of that day would never leave me.”

“Almost?” he questioned.

“I held out a faint sliver of hope that would one day change,” she said. “I can’t tell you how close I came to losing it. But then you had to be there for me…to help me, hold me, and love me.”

“And I still here,” he said. “I want to keep being there for you.”

“Then help me make a new memory for this holiday…a great memory to cap off a wonderful Thanksgiving with my wonderful boyfriend.”

A heavy silence fell over them. More tears formed in Kari’s eyes, but Jeremy gently wiped them away. He didn’t need to say another word. He looked convinced. There were plenty of other things Kari wanted to tell him after three years of heart-wrenching melodrama, but there was only so much she could put into words.

Tonight, in the spirit of the holidays, she preferred to let her actions do the talking.

“Okay,” he said to her, breaking the silence. “Consider this the ultimate nightcap to a new Thanksgiving tradition…one I hope to share for many years to come.”

“Now, you’re rousing my holiday spirit and making me horny,” she said, managing a joyous smile through the heartfelt tears.

“What can I say? When it comes to loving my girl on the holidays, I like to multitask!”

The mood lightened, but the passions intensified. There were no more reservations. She and Jeremy were going to make love in the waning hours of Thanksgiving.

Having embraced that holiday spirit, Jeremy drew her into a kiss and led her into his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door shut, their affectionate gestures escalated. The kiss became more heated. As their lips and tongues twirled together, they pawed and caressed one another within their tight embrace. It loosened their clothes while communicating their growing desire.

Before her legs failed her, Jeremy lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on his bed with the utmost care. He quickly joined her atop the soft sheets, but not before slipping his shirt off over his head and removing his belt. When he kissed her again, she pawed his exposed flesh more eagerly, heightening the intimacy every step of the way.

From such intimate contact came more targeted arousal. The heat that started in her heart had found its way to her inner thighs. In the midst of all the kissing and touching, she began undressing as well and Jeremy, like a true gentleman, helped out every step of the way.

“Off! My clothes…get them off!” Kari said.

There was an urgency in her tone. She’d never approached intimacy with such desperation. Even on their prom night, which also happened to be the first time they had sex, she hadn’t been this driven. The circumstances of this fateful Thanksgiving were very different.

Regardless of those differences, Jeremy matched her intensity every step of the way. He worked on getting her pants off while she removed her shirt and bra. They fumbled around a bit, ruffling her hair and messing up the sheets of his bed. That didn’t stop her from getting everything off in record time.

Almost immediately after tossing her panties aside, Kari pulled her lover back into her arms. The feeling of her exposed breasts pressing up against his bear chest triggered more arousal. It also prompted her to get Jeremy as naked as her.

“Kari…my pants,” he said, already breathless.

“Here, allow me,” she said seductively.

With more care and coordination this time, Kari rolled Jeremy over so that he was on his back. Even in the low lighting of his room, she could see a noticeable bulge in his pants. Rather than tease or tempt him, as she often did in the other passionate moments they’d shared, she pulled his pants and boxers off as quickly as her trembling hands allowed. Once off, she tossed them across the room into the pile of wrinkled-up clothes that had accumulated on the bed.

For a brief moment, Kari caught her breath with him as they renewed their heated embrace. Sitting upright in the center of the bed, the air around them thick with desire passion, she gazed into his eyes with a fresh round of simmering emotions. Now unencumbered by clothes, she could feel the full extent of his naked body against hers.

Arousal quickly caught up with their desires. Kari could already feel his manhood pressing up against her thigh, becoming hard and rigid. She made sure he knew how wet she was, guiding his hands over her waist and hips. As he took in the moment with her, she wrapped both arms around his neck and soaked in his loving warmth. She sensed their arousal catching up with

“Jeremy,” she said, “I want this…for me and for us.”

“I want it too,” Jeremy said, his voice laced with desire. “God, I want it so much.”

“Then, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, let’s share it!”

He cast her a beaming smile. It was the perfect sentiment for the perfect day. As much as she’d come to revile that same day in the past three years, Kari saw a clear sign in the eyes of her lover. Her attitude towards Thanksgiving was about to change.

“Share it,” Jeremey repeated in an impassioned, “now, that’s the mark of a renewed holiday spirit!”

She smiled back at him. From there, they followed their passions and a new kind of holiday magic took over.

Jeremy set the tone. He kissed her again, pulled back the sheets of his bed, and led her into the soft linens in which they could nurture an intimate heat. A brief, but heated make-out session followed.

As their lips and tongues became affectionately enmeshed, they touched and explored their naked features. Jeremy felt up her hips, fondled her breasts, and gave her nipples light pinches, which he knew she loved. She returned the favor by rubbing her thigh against his penis and softly trailing her fingers down his back, tickling and tantalizing him to build towards their final union.

That moment came sooner than expected. She and Jeremy were usually inclined to draw out the foreplay. They’d learned on their prom night that they really enjoyed the touching and making out portion of sex. Tonight, however, was different. There was no need to draw it out. Her heart, body, and soul were ready and so was his.

“Jeremy…take me,” she gasped as they got into position.

“Kari…” was all he got out in response.

Like two primal forces being drawn together, she and Jeremy aligned their bodies in anticipation. He remained on top while she remained on her back, spreading her legs and drawing him into her most intimate domain. She could already feel his member pressing up against the outer folds of her womanhood. She’d never wanted to share herself so complete with another human being.

Finally, in the spirit of giving and thanks, her love entered her.

“Oohhh God!” Kari gasped.

In an instant, their bodies merged in literal and figurative melding of passions. He was gentle and careful, as always. He guided his length into her, allowing her folds to stretch and engulf his manly flesh. As soon as their union was complete, the next phase of their holiday miracle commenced.

“I’m so thankful, Kari…thankful for our love,” Jeremy said to her.

“Thankful indeed!” she said with joyous moans.

Their bodies began moving.

Her world began rocking.

Male and female flesh became entwined at its most basic level.

She and Jeremy were officially making love. The heavy emotions that had led to this moment gave way to simpler feelings. They kissed, touched, and caressed as their sexual union morphed into a traditional lover’s dance.

Jeremy started things off slow, working his hips and pelvis to get a rhythm going. As Kari felt his dick slither smoothly inside her vagina, she supplemented his efforts every step of the way. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips slightly in conjunction with every thrust. With each movement, sensations of ecstasy cascaded between them. The intangible warmth of Jeremy’s love mixed in with the very tangible sensations that came from their intimate act. It was as beautiful as it was pleasurable.

“Jeremy! Oohhh Jeremy! My love…so thankful,” Kari gasped

Encouraged, as well as impassioned, her lover intensified the pace of their sex. He moved with more urgency, working his body with hers at rate that rocked the bed as hard as it rocked her world. She met that intensity every step of the way, showering him with affectionate gestures and loving kisses.

From there, a perfect harmony of passions unfolded. Kari’s affectionate gestures and loving embrace perfectly complemented Jeremy focused desire and physical efforts. It felt so effortless and seamless, as though their bodies had been perfectly molded to complete one another. Every touch, thrust, and caress brought with it a fresh round of hot sensations, fanning the flames of lust that further empowered the love that fueled it.

As they shared in this harmonious dance, they dared to have a little fun. A moment that had been built on three years of holiday heartache suddenly became a joyous celebration. Under the now-ruffled sheets of the bed, they rolled together like the two reckless youths they still were at heart. She and Jeremy even laughed together as their lovemaking manifested in various forms and positions. They’d learned early on that there was no wrong way to make love. They simply followed the various whims and let their bodies keep up.

Between three years of lingering emotional burdens and energy from a holiday feast, Kari dared Jeremy to make their lovemaking last. As he often did, he rose to the occasion. He stayed with her in the moment, building towards a climax they could share and cherish together. When that moment finally came, she decided to offer one last holiday miracle.

“Jeremy…I’m ready,” Kari whispered into his ear as she neared her peak.

“Me…too,” her lover said, already panting heavily.

“Then, lie back. Let’s share…this final holiday treat…together!”

For the final push, they re-arranged their bodies one last time. This time, Jeremy laid on his back while Kari got on top of him. From that position, with their intimate flesh still entwined, she rode her lover with a focused vigor.

As she gyrated her hips, working his rigid flesh within her depths, she took his hands and enlaced their fingers together. In the dim lighting of the room, their eyes locked. Kari saw his loving eyes looking up at her while she rode him. She gazed back down at him with equal affection, as if to synchronize their passions for that final moment.

When that moment came, it was like the final miracle to complete this very special holiday.

“Ohhh Jeremy!” she cried out.

“Kari! Ohhh God!” Jeremy moaned.

It hit them both like a bolt of heavenly bliss. It was hard to tell who climaxed first, but Kari was fairly certain she got the shared ecstasy going.

As the orgasmic rush consumed her, she squeezed her lover’s hands and held them close to her chest. Within her core, a fireball of bliss erupted and spread out in all direction, rippling through every fiber of her being.

As Kari trembled under the weight of the feeling, she felt her lover descend into an orgasmic state of his own. She watched as his face became awash with ecstasy, his lower body tensing in accord with his release. She could feel his manly flesh throbbing inside her as their intimate fluids mixed together in a physical manifestation of their love. It turned an intangible sentiment into something real, like a gift they could cherish every Thanksgiving they shared together from that point forward.

“I love you, Jeremy,” she said, still holding his hands in hers.

“I love you too, Kari,” he said to her. “I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.”

“I did, my love! I really, really did!”

The miracle was complete. No more words or sentiments were necessary. As they lingered together in their post-coital daze, Kari gave her lover one last affectionate kiss. It acted as the final dessert for a truly special holiday.

Now drained, physically as well as emotionally, Kari and Jeremy settled in for some much-needed rest. She remained under the covers with him, curled up in his loving warmth, taking in the grandeur of what she’d just shared with her lover.

“I’m so thankful for this…for everything,” she said as she prepared to nod off with her lover.

Three years ago, Kari thought Thanksgiving had been permanently tainted. Her family was broken. Her heart was broken. Her entire world seemed to be falling apart before her eyes. It was the lowest of low points. She thought she would never recover.

Now, three years later, that all changed. Thanks to the love of her family and a very special man in Jeremy Zale, her heart and her holiday spirit had never been stronger. For that, she would always be thankful.

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Vision, the Scarlet Witch, and the MCU’s Romance Problem

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Trying to find flaws in the Marvel Cinematic Universe these days is like trying to find a flaw in Mr. Rogers. It’s pretty much impossible, unless you’re willing to be exceedingly petty. Even the most ardent critic can’t deny the success of this now iconic cinematic universe. Such a franchise doesn’t make over $7 billion at the box office by having many egregious flaws.

That said, the MCU is not without its shortcomings and I’m not just talking about underperforming outliers like “The Incredible Hulk” or outright failures like “Inhumans.” One such shortcoming, which I feel has not had sufficient scrutiny, has to do with romance in the MCU. As someone who is a lifelong comic book fan and an admitted romantic, this stands out to me more than most.

It only became more apparent with the upcoming a TV series starring Vision and the Scarlet Witch on the Disney+ streaming service. The romance fan and the comic book fan in me initially liked that idea because Vision and the Scarlet Witch are one of the Avenger’s most endearing and colorful romances in the comics. This is definitely one of those relationships that can carry an entire show.

However, given that this takes place in the MCU, the concept is already on a shaky foundation. While the events of “Avengers: Infinity War” established that these two characters are romantically involved, there’s little in terms of how that relationship developed. As a result, the tragedy that played out in the Battle of Wakanda had little dramatic weight.

It’s one of the few glaring flaws in an otherwise stellar narrative. However, the lack of romantic depth between Vision and the Scarlet Witch is only the most obvious symptom of a much larger problem that has been unfolding in the MCU since the days of “Iron Man” and “Thor.”

Some parts of that problem are pure logistics. Building a cinematic universe on the scale of the MCU requires a lot of moving parts and, as a result, romance was often a secondary concern. Kevin Feige and the creative minds at Marvel Studios opted to prioritize other aspects of character development. Given the MCU’s unprecedented winning streak, it’s safe to say those priorities were well-placed.

It’s only recently that the lack of emphasis on romance has caught up to the MCU. From having Thor break up with Jane Foster prior to “Thor Ragnarok” to horribly mismatched romance between Hulk and Black Widow, there’s a glaring absence of successful, well-developed romances in the MCU.

Even the successful romances, namely Tony Stark and Pepper Pots or Ant Man and Wasp, had much of that success unfold off-screen. At most, a movie would show them getting together or enduring a major conflict, but there would rarely be any moments that fleshed out the romance in a meaningful way. Every bit of development only centered around defeating a villain, which is good catalyst for romance, but not much else.

Now, we’re getting an entire show about a couple who were on opposite sides of the conflict in “Captain America: Civil War” and inexplicably together in “Avengers: Infinity War.” In terms of meaningful romance, this is not a trivial oversight. If someone didn’t know their romantic history in the comics, then they would be understandably confused as to why they ended up together.

Not seen here is ANY hint that these two have been flirting.

It’s the same problem that the original “X-Men” movies made when developing the horribly flawed love triangle between Cyclops, Jean Grey, and Wolverine. The narrative in the movies relied too heavily on assuming peoples’ knowledge of the source material in lieu of providing an understandably reason as to why this romance is occurring. Again, that’s not a trivial oversight.

How is anyone who only saw “Captain America: Civil War” and “Avengers: Infinity War” supposed to buy into the relationship between Vision and the Scarlet Witch? The movies only establish that they’re together. They don’t establish why, how, or what they went through in establishing their relationship. Everyone is just left to assume, which is rarely a good strategy for developing meaningful romance.

Even if the relationship between Vision and the Scarlet Witch were entirely platonic, it would still be quite a stretch to believe that they have a genuinely intimate connection. It’s possible that the upcoming show will help develop that connection, but there’s no getting around how underdeveloped it has been to this point.

The same could be said for other relationships throughout the MCU. Some are so underdeveloped that when intimate moments do occur, they rarely have much impact. Captain America’s relationship with Peggy Carter in his first movie probably had the best foundation, of all the MCU romances, but that only made him kissing her niece, Sharon, feel downright wrong. Haley Atwell herself has said as such.

Romance, even among fictional characters, requires some level of chemistry to go along with the narrative. While that can be difficult to fit into a single movie, it’s not impossible. Movies like “Man of Steel” and the first “Spider-Man” movie were able to establish the necessary chemistry with only a handful of scenes. Such scenes have been absent or underdeveloped in the MCU.

Ironically, the most fleshed out romance in the MCU is between Starlord and Gamora, two characters who aren’t an endearing love story in the comics. I would even argue that the scene in which Starlord sacrifices himself to save Gamora in the first “Guardians of the Galaxy” movie shows more romantic depth than any other MCU movie to date.

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It didn’t take much to show that Starlord and Gamora have chemistry. From their first interactions to the many challenges they overcame over the course of two movies, they developed a powerful connection that just isn’t there for Vision and the Scarlet Witch. That connection is part of what made the events between them in “Avengers: Infinity War” so heart-wrenching.

That same sentiment just wasn’t there with Vision. We knew from the events of two previous movies that Starlord genuinely loved Gamora. We understood how strong it was by the time Thanos entered the picture. There’s none of that present with Vision and the Scarlet Witch. When they face a similar situation, it just doesn’t have the same impact.

It probably helps that Guardians of the Galaxy was a relatively obscure series before the first movie and has little history of iconic romances compared to the Avengers. However, it does show that the MCU is capable of meaningful romance. It just seems incapable of applying it to the more notable couples from the comics.

While such flaws haven’t stopped the MCU from succeeding on so many other levels, it still ensures that Vision and the Scarlet Witch have an uphill battle in terms of proving their romance is more than an assumed contrivance. It’s certainly not impossible, but there’s a lot to develop in terms of chemistry and depth.

Given on how “Avengers Endgame” played out, it may not matter how poorly past romances have been handled. However, the impact it has had in the “Guardians of the Galaxy” movies shows that there is a place for romance in the MCU. Perhaps Vision and the Scarlet Witch can be part of that with the upcoming show, but it has lot to overcome before it can be the iconic romance that the MCU needs.

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“Treat Day” A Sexy Short Story (About Food)

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The following is a sexy short story that mixes delicious treats and tender lovemaking. It’s a potent and passionate combination, if ever there was one. With Thanksgiving less than a week away, I hope it helps everyone work up an appetite, among other things. Enjoy!

“Everyone needs an occasional treat day. It makes the rigors of life worthwhile.”

That was the mantra that Wesley Wyatt preached to his clients as their personal trainer, certified nutritionist, and sometimes life coach. It helped communicate the message the health, beauty, and vitality required hard work and incredible discipline. Achieving any worthwhile goal demanded some amount of sacrifice, including the strain of exercise or the distress of abstaining from delicious food.

Wesley learned that first a college athlete turned and again as an assistant coach. Having been sickly, overweight, and unhealthy as a kid, he valued those lessons more than most. He tried to impart them onto his clients, as well. However, another part of that lesson involved tasting the fruits of their labor and not just with respect to looking good at the beach.

He actually encouraged his clients to set aside a certain time of the week to enjoy a special treat. Other trainers called it a “cheat day.” He called it a “treat day.” To Wesley, it wasn’t just a tactic to help others endure the demands of his program. It acted as a catalyst that made people hungrier for life’s greater joys. In his experience, it motivated people more than barking orders.

He knew this not just because his services commanded high prices from professional athletes, celebrities, and models. A big part of what made Wesley so effective as a trainer was that he practiced what he preached. He’d been doing so every Friday night since his senior year in high school. What made it even more effective was that he shared his treat day with someone special.

“Are you ready for your weekly treat, my darling?” asked the angelic voice belonging to Lina Hope-Wyatt.

“I’m ready, my love,” Wesley said intently, “ready and hungry.”

“Then, what are you waiting for? Pass the butter, please!”

He’d been waiting all week to hear those beautiful words. Every week, the wait was arduous, but always worth it. Tonight was no exception.

Lying atop an inflatable mattress, which he’d set up in the basement den of a suburban house, was his high school sweetheart turned wife. What she’d just told him let him know that his favorite treat once again awaited him. Even enjoying it regularly for years, it got him excited in all the right ways.

“My God, you make it sound so sexy,” he told her.

“I know,” she chuckled in a playful tone. “And to think, other women have to resort to dirty talk and imported lingerie to turn their husbands on.”

“Guess I’m just that lucky.”

“Hand me that butter and you’ll feel even luckier!”

Lina casually held out her hand, casting him that seductive glance that she knew drove him wild. Wesley, standing over the inflated mattress in nothing but a pair of unwashed sweatpants, eagerly gave in. He reached out and handed her a tub of body butter that he’d melted in the microwave. Once she had, it she put it to good use.

Without hesitation or concern about making a mess, she poured the hot, viscous substance over her half-naked body. It was a sight that got Wesley’s heart racing and his blood flowing. It also filled the room with the sweet smell of melted butter. The aroma reminded him of his favorite desserts as much as his favorite moments with the woman he loved. It made his stomach growl and his pants tighten.

“Mmm…I feel luckier already,” Wesley said as he watched his wife smother the slippery substance over her naked skin.

“I can tell,” Lina said, her gaze narrowing on the bulge of his pants. “You must have had a long week…a long, hard week.”

“You have no idea,” he told her.

“I had to work late and skip long showers to meet deadlines,” she said, rubbing the butter on her body more intently. “Believe me. I have some idea.”

Wesley licked his lips in anticipation and watched his love put on a sexy show. Still hovering intently over the mattress, he watched Lina smother herself with the melted body butter that they always kept in stock within their home. She wasn’t careful with it, either. She spread it on every part of her body, from head to toe. Within minutes, she glistened like a goddess under the dimmed lights of the spacious den.

He’d seen this show many times before, but it never ceased to astonish him. Watching Lina pour a tub of body butter over her body was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. Like him, she’d been an athlete in college. Also like him, she worked hard to maintain a stunning figure that helped made her the face of the modeling agency she co-founded with her older sister. Her voluptuous feminine figure had made bikinis, lingerie, and even pajamas look sexy.

However, what she wore on Friday nights rarely made it onto centerfolds. Instead of lace panties or fancy lingerie, she opted for a simple pair of edible panties. They had to be edible because it helped their enjoyment of this weekly treat. Wesley even made it a point to have a light dinner so that he would be hungry enough for this moment.

Lina must have been hungry too because didn’t even bother with a bra this time, letting her perfect breasts hang out for him to see. She even applied extra butter to her breasts, mashing them together and shooting him that seductive gaze that let him know their treat was almost ready.

“What do you think, my hungry hubby?” Lina asked with playful casualness. “I’m all hot, horny, and buttered up.”

“I think you just described the most important ingredients to our favorite treat,” he told her. “After a week of garden salads, protein shakes, and egg-whites, I’m ready for something sweeter.”

“As am I, my darling,” she said. “So, what are you waiting for? Have a taste!”

Wesley couldn’t temper his appetites any further. The bucket of body butter was empty. His beautiful wife was completely covered, her body glowing with an erotic halo and exuding a delectable aroma. A good portion of the substance flowed off her, onto the inflatable mattress, and over the sides. They had a few towels on the floor to soak up the mess, but clean-up was the last thing on his mind. His wife had made him his favorite treat and he craved a taste.

His mouth watering and his every breath thick with arousal, he joined his wife on the inflatable bed. First, he laid down on top of her and kissed her lips. Much to his surprise and delight, she wore that fancy brand of lipstick that made her lips taste like candy. He showed his appreciation by kissing her with extra passion and intensity.

Next, he trailed his lips down her face and neck, his exposed chest and upper body pressing against hers, smearing plenty of the butter onto him as well. Plenty of it got on his pants, in his hair, and all over his face, but he couldn’t care less. As soon as he tasted her smooth, butter-laden skin, his senses were inundated with the sweetest delights.

“Mmm…delicious!” Wesley said while licking around her cleavage.

“Oohhh! You are hungry tonight!” Lina said, already squealing with joyous delight.

Following both his hunger and his passions, Wesley licked and suckled his way down to his love’s breasts. She’d applied extra to her gorgeous mounds. She loved having her breasts fondled and she knew he loved fondling them. He rarely needed extra incentive, but he followed it anyways, kneading her breasts and suckling on her hardened nipples.

“Ooh! Keep that up and you’ll make me just as hungry!” Lina said.

“Good to know,” Wesley said coyly.

He gave each breast a firm squeeze, spreading the buttery substance around before thoroughly licking it up. Lina reacted with more euphoric squeals. He felt her slippery body writhe under his touch, her arousal becoming more animated by the second. That was part of his goal. To share in their favorite treat, her appetite needed to match his.

After thoroughly tasting her breasts, Wesley made his way down her well-toned core. He eventually arrived at her inner thighs, which were still covered by the edible panties. By then, the panties had become soaked in the butter. It had the scent of a freshly baked biscuit that had just come out of the oven. In that moment, the blurred the line between hunger and passion become hopelessly blurred.

“The smell…the taste,” Wesley said in a daze, “I want it so much!”

Like a kid gorging on his favorite treat, he ripped up the panties and began consuming them, along with his lover’s moist womanhood. While edible panties weren’t known for their palatable taste, the presence of melted butter made them as delicious as any dessert. The fact that Wesley had a light dinner showed, but the fact he hadn’t tasted Lina’s intimate flesh showed even more.

“Oohhh yeah! Bon appétit!” she cooed.

He quickly ran out of panties to consume. It left him only with his wife’s exposed, butter-laden pussy. That proved plenty appetizing, especially for a man whose love of weekly treats was only matched by the love he had for his wife.

Wesley lapped up Lina’s womanly flesh with both desire and determination. He grabbed onto her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and followed his tongue into the moist slit that radiated her intoxicating arousal.

He licked up and down her slit, giving special attention to her clit. That got her moaning. Then, he lapped his tongue inside her folds, hitting those sensitive spots he knew so well. That got her moaning even louder. Her taste was so unique, the moist flesh mixing with the buttery substance in perfect harmony. It didn’t just make the act of giving oral sex more effective. It made it downright delicious.

“That’s it, babe! That’s it!” Lina moaned. “Eat me! Devour my pussy!”

Hearing those moans and those words of hungry passion encouraged Wesley to keep gorging. They also helped inflame his own burning arousal.

By now, his pants were just unbearably tight. They were covered in body butter and heavily stained. With this face still buried in Lina’s pussy, he let go of her thighs and shed his dirtied pants as quickly as he could. Upon kicking them to the side, he gave his wife’s womanly folds a few more teasing licks before retracing his path with his lips, ascending her naked body until he was lying on top of her.

“Ready for the main course?” Wesley said, grinning even as his face dripped with a mix of butter and feminine juices.

“As ready as any hungry wife can be!” Lina said, grinning lovingly back at him.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, locking him in an embrace that enmeshed her butter-covered flesh with his naked body. It was so hot and slippery, the sinews of their flesh melding perfectly in their intimate embrace. It added both heat and hunger to their passion and Wesley was ready to indulge both.

Now immersed in her loving grip, he aligned his body with hers, guiding his throbbing hard manhood to her moist entrance. That was uniquely challenging for two naked bodies atop an inflatable mattress, but their intimate hold on one another helped get them into position. However, their passion proved greater than any challenge. Once in position, Wesley initiated with sweetest part of their treat, entering his love and filling her waiting womanhood with manly length.

“Lina…my sweet wife,” he gasped.

“Wesley…my sweet husband,” she moaned.

For a moment, they lingered in the heat of their intimate union, gazing into one another’s eyes and soaking in the moment. Then, Wesley drew his wife into a loving kiss. Their lips locked, he began moving their bodies in a heat of intimate motions. Both the lover and the professional trainer in him showed. Even the act of enjoying a delicious treat required some extra effort.

“Mmm…bon appétit, indeed,” Wesley said, mirroring his wife’s sultry tone from earlier.

“Oohhh yes!” was all she got out.

With slippery flesh, surrounded in an aroma of buttery sweat and intimate heat, he made love to Lina in a way befitting of his hungry heart. Every movement was intense, focused, and through. He made use of his muscular arms and strong hands, maintain a firm grip on her hips as he rhythmically worked his body along hers. His manly flesh slithered smoothly and seamlessly inside her womanly folds, turning sweet sentiments into delicious pleasure that flowed freely between their bodies.

The presence of the body butter made their lovemaking uniquely special. Every kiss, touch, and thrust was so effortless and intoxicating. There was no hindrance or undue friction. Together, they could maximize every motion, enjoying the fullest extent of their passion and then some. It was like dipping a delicious treat in more frosting. For two lovers whose jobs involved discipline and restraint, it was wonderfully intoxicating.

“This is it,” Wesley mused as he made love to his wife. “This makes it all worth it…every struggle, every strain, and every sacrifice. This makes it so worth it!”

He lovingly indulged in that feeling with his wife, sharing every taste of ecstasy every step of the way. They wildly kiss, touched, groped, and humped atop the flimsy air mattress, not caring at all that they slipped around and made a bigger mess. Great indulgence tended to leave big messes in their wake. He and Lina, true to their competitive nature, loved pushing that concept to the limit.

Over the course of training, pushing limits often meant enduring strain. When making love, however, it was the complete opposite. Pushing themselves incurred greater ecstasy. More ecstasy inspired more effort. For an act that he and Lina pursued as a treat, it was as fitting as it was satisfying.

Through their naked, undulating movements, Wesley and his wife filled the den with the potent scent of sweat, sex, and body butter. They tested both their endurance and the ability of an inflatable mattress to support two naked bodies. They drew it out, pushed themselves, and indulged in every tasty desire, building towards a climax that doubled as the ultimate desert.

“I’m close, darling. I’m so…so close!” Lina said, whispering into his ear as while his face was buried in her shoulder.

“So am I!” he said. “I’m ready…when you are!”

“Just a little longer. Just a little…bit…oohhh God!”

He felt her body tremble in anticipation of her release. Lina always got very animated when she climaxed. She bent her knees back, curled her toes, and raked her nails down his sweaty, butter-laden back in anticipation. Wesley steadied the pace of his movements, squeezing her hips in just such a way that it gave her the extra nudge she needed.

When she came, it hit her like a thunderous surge. She let out a euphoric cry that left his ears ringing in the best possible way. In his embrace, he could feel her body writhe under the onslaught of pleasure. The hot throbbing sensation around his member inside her helped give him the nudge he needed as well. When he crossed that threshold, he shared in that delightful desire, letting out a deep grunt that acted as the cherry atop their favorite treat.

“Delicious! So…delicious!” he said in the throughs of ecstasy.

The heated movements finally settled. Hard male flesh and warm feminine depths converged to make their intimate bliss tangible and real. As their fluids mixed and their bodies remained enmeshed, Wesley took her hand in his, enlacing their fingers before kissing her passionately once more.

Her lips still had that sweet, cherry-flavored taste. For the treat they’d just shared, it was so fitting. As they soaked in the waning moments of their indulgence, Wesley withdrew from his love and laid down next to her. Their naked bodies glistened with sweat, butter, and afterglow. She remained curled up next to him, his arms draped around her while they digested their latest treat.

“I love you,” he told her in his impassioned daze.

“I love you too,” Lina said with a beaming, post-coital smile. “And I love how you go about sharing your favorite treats.”

“You help make it worth sharing. For all the work we do…for the love we’ve built all these years…it’s truly the ultimate treat.

 

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Daily Sexy Musings: To Stun (Or Be Stunned By) Your Lover

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There’s a moment in every cheesy romance movie when two characters stand together, look at each other with the utmost intensity, and are utterly overwhelmed. It’s usually not the culmination of a love story. It’s often a catalyst or a turning point. It can be beautiful, but it can also be horribly clichéd. Depending on its impact, it can make or break the story.

In movies like “Crazy/Beautiful” and “The Notebook,” it works. In other movies, like “Summer Catch” or “Good Luck Chuck,” it fails on every level. Having watched more romance movies than any straight man will ever admit, I can tell when that moment carries real emotional weight and when it’s overly forced. It can make or break a love story.

That moment isn’t just a product of cinema. It reflects powerful feelings that we have in real life. For those of us who are or have been in love, we remember that moment when our lover stunned us with their presence. It’s a moment that tends to leave a powerful impression. No matter how the relationship pans out, you remember that moment. You even cherish it on some level.

We want to present our best selves to our lovers. We want to show them and the world around us just how great we can be. It often takes work, planning, and even a little luck. It’s definitely worth doing. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing inspires you to do it in whatever way makes that moment special for you and your lover. Enjoy!

We’ve had time to prepare. Everything is set. I’ve planned everything down to the second. Every reservation, location, and accommodation are in place. I put on my best attire, wanting and knowing that you deserve my best self. Not a single flaw will be visible. The image I present will be one you lock away as a treasured memory. It all seems so perfect.

Then, you open the door and I see you.

Suddenly, my idea of perfection takes on a whole new level.

I am utterly shocked in the best possible way. In that moment, time stops. I can hardly breath, but I’ve never felt more alive. My heart beats faster, my skin gets hotter, and every fiber of my being is now channeled onto you. There’s no doubt in my mind. You had plans too and yours was better.

I walk up to you, making sure it’s not a dream.

I touch your face, if only to feel real beauty in my hands.

I smile at you, letting you know that you’ve brightened my world.

I try to put into words how I feel, knowing it’s utterly impossible.

Together, we stand in this moment, unbound by time and place. We can already feel a treasured memory being forged, etching itself in our minds and hearts. When we draw our last breaths, this will be among those moments that cross our minds, reminding us of our most joyous moments. That’s in the distant future. This is now.

As I hold you and you hold me, we marvel in one another’s awe. I’ve admired your beauty before. I know you’ve admired mine just as much. It comes in many forms, forged and framed in many diverse circumstances. This one is special.

You know it.

I know it.

Together, we embrace it.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy (And Non-Sexy) Snuggling

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In the world of romance, the act of snuggling has a mixed reputation and for good reason. It’s simple. It’s not always sexy. At times, it can be downright bland. It sounds like the kind of weak romantic gestures that your parents or grandparents would do. When you’re intensely in love with someone, it just doesn’t seem sufficient.

While I understand that sentiment, I strongly disagree with the negative connotations that snuggling sometimes gets. It’s not just for parents and couples who just don’t have the energy to make love like horny teenagers anymore. I believe it can be a very romantic and surprisingly intimate aspect of a good love story.

I concede that snuggling is basic. It’s something you can do with your clothes on. You can even do it in public and not get arrested for it. There’s not a whole lot of variation. You can just lean in close to one another, hug each other, or rest your head on their shoulder or chest. It’s rarely that elaborate, but it doesn’t have to be. That’s where the true power of snuggling lies.

It’s one of those things that, if you’re with someone you really love, doesn’t require some grand gesture to get the point across. If you’re at a point in your relationship where you can convey how much you love someone with a simple gesture, then you’ve got yourself a pretty solid romance. It tends to show most prominently in snuggling. That’s why I’m more than happy to make it the subject of a Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

There’s a time for intense moments of passion.

There’s a time for space, solitude, and contemplation.

There’s a time for intensely dramatic exchanges.

This is not one of those times.

Right now, I seek only your loving warmth. My body isn’t cold, but I still shiver. I have a desire to share in our love, but lack the energy to express it in a grand, romantic gesture. What I seek is neither spectacle nor grand. Sometimes, the simplest kind of love is all I need.

I move in closer.

I curl up next to you.

I let the heat of our bodies mix and meld.

Together, we snuggle in a shared moment of contentment. Our bodies touch and our spirits become entwined, but we need not escalate the feeling beyond the raw basics. There’s plenty of warmth, but no burning heat. Every gesture is soft and subtle, but the meaning is still great in scale.

A little warmth hints at fiery passion.

A light touch teases intense desire.

A bit of contentment preludes immense ecstasy.

We both feel it, whether awake or asleep. As we hold one another in ways both slight and strong, our love becomes real. It manifests in a basic, tangible. We can feel it and sense it, the breadth of our love. No words are necessary. A simple touch and a loving glance tells the whole story.

In that tale of love and passion, we’ve already succeeded. We went on a journey and made it to the end. The greatest fruits are there, but appetites aren’t always that great. If making love is a feast, then a simple snuggle is a wondrous treat.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Subtle (Yet Sexy) Gestures

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There’s a time and place for big, romantic displays. Be they marriage proposals, anniversary presents, or Valentine’s Day gifts, there’s certainly a proper situation for that kind of spectacle. Being a romantic, I appreciate them more than most. I go out of my way to celebrate them in my novels and my sexy short stories.

As great as those displays can be, there’s something just as special about the subtle things. If you’ve ever been in love or in a serious relationship, you know what I’m talking about. It’s not some grand speech or some heart-warming display. It can be something as simple as a hug, a light kiss, or a slight caress. Whatever form it takes, it can convey more romantic sentiment than a thousand Valentine’s Day cards.

It’s something I think I notice more than most. Earlier this year, I saw a lot of it when I attended a wedding. The couple getting married weren’t the most theatrical with their love, but they had all these subtle gestures that told the story of their romance. Without getting into too many personal details, I can attest that it’s a hell of a story and one that no amount of words can tell.

I haven’t been in a relationship that serious to know what it’s like, but I hope to be in that position one day. I hope to meet someone who can take my hand and know everything I’m feeling, just through touch. It might seem melodramatic or clichéd, but it’s part of what makes love so powerful.

Having not experienced it directly, there’s only so much I can do to describe it. Keep that in mind with this Daily Sexy Musing. I can only contemplate what I’ve observed. To those lucky enough to feel it, I hope I did it justice.

It’s just a simple touch.

That’s what it looks like to the rest of the world. I stand next to you, take your hand in mine, and cast you a loving smile. It’s so mundane that nobody notices. Countless people walk by, not noticing the extent of what they see. To them, they just see two lovers, sharing a simple moment out in the open.

They have no idea how much meaning I impart.

They have no idea how much passion I convey.

They have no idea how much affection I share.

None of that matters because you know. In your eyes, I see the spark of understanding. You know why I’m saying without fancy words or elaborate displays. From the way I squeeze your hand to the way I lean into your warmth, you feel the intensity of my love. Like a hidden channel or a guarded secret, you have the key and you know how to use it.

In return, you respond with a touch of your own.

Like mine, it’s so simple. As we walk down a crowded street, you lean in and rest your head on my shoulder. Again, nobody casts us a second glance. Few even cast us a first glance. They see our love and they just pass it by. They don’t understand the connection we have, but that’s to be expected. Who else but us could grasp this feeling we’ve forged?

With no words, we can speak volumes.

With a simple gesture, we can unleash oceans of emotions.

With a slight glance, we can tell one another what can never be articulated.

That is the power and breadth of our love. Coming together was the easy part. Forging a connection, letting passions and desires blossom, was our greatest challenge. As I squeeze your hand and you squeeze mine, we confirm that we have triumphed.

Together, in only a few subtle acts, we say everything we need to say.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Brainy Sex Appeal

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It’s an old stereotype that sitcoms, teen comedies, and overused tropes have belabored over the years. Being smart isn’t sexy. You can be the smartest, most intellectually gifted person in the world. That’s still not going to impress the opposite sex as much as big tits, eight-pack abs, or a seven-figure bank account.

Like many stereotypes, it rarely reflects reality. There are people who have both intellectual prowess and uncanny sex appeal. Just look at the academic achievements of celebrities like Dolph Lundgren and Emma Watson. While their intelligence isn’t as easy to notice as their appearance, it does add more depth to their overall appeal.

Being physically attractive is basic. It gets attention and sometimes, that’s all people are looking for. However, people who seek more than that are going to want more than a cute smile. They want someone they can have a conversation with. They want someone who they can interact with mentally, as well as physically. It’s a skill that can help people who aren’t that attractive forge intimate connections.

Intelligence may never be as sexy as washboard abs or a toned butt, but it certainly has a place in establishing what someone has to offer a potential lover. You can only dazzle someone with your looks to a certain point. With a healthy intellect, you can enchant them on multiple levels and that’s a potent kind of sexiness. Consider this Daily Sexy Musing as part of that stimulating conversation, among other things. Enjoy!

With every word you say, you confound me.

With every thought you share, you astonish me.

With every emotion you evoke, you captivate me.

I was in awe of your beauty when I first saw you. Now, I am enraptured by something that cannot be seen, depicted, or molded. Your mind is the source, but what you do with it is the spectacle. Seeking love and finding someone like you is difficult enough. To have both it and a wealth of knowledge is truly incredible.

I listen and learn as often as I love and adore. You challenge me at every turn, like a distant beacon urging me to venture further. Time and again, you reveal how limited I was in mind and spirit.

Is it because I simply cannot hope to match your immense intellect?

Is it because I simply have not applied my mind as much as yours?

I don’t know the answer. Nobody has ever dared raised the question. Until you came along, I thought I knew my mental fortitude. In light of your brilliance, I am just a flicker of light in the shadow of a glowing ball of flame. I may not have the ability to burn brighter, but I have a new perspective.

In you, I connect to a larger world full of grand thoughts.

In you, I widen my gaze to ideas that strain my brain to the utmost.

In you, I dare to contemplate what I cannot understand.

With new knowledge comes new feelings and with those feelings come new passions. Hearing words I barely understand and concepts that I barely grasp gets my heart racing as quickly as my mind. I find myself drawn to you. In your presence, that proverbial flame burns brighter. To hold you in my arms and feel your loving warmth is not a simple act.

When great minds share greater insights, the greatest of passions emerge.

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Daily Sexy Musings: First Dates

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First dates are like the first sentence of an epic story. They’re a necessary and critical step towards turning that initial spark into something deeper and more passionate. Most people don’t know they’ve found the love of their life on a first date. However, if their love is meant to be, that’s when they take their first step.

I’ve had my share of first dates. I have mixed feelings about the date I went on with my first real girlfriend. It wasn’t a disaster, but it wasn’t some romantic epic, either. I took her out to my favorite restaurant, not knowing how to go about it. I was so nervous and inexperienced that I’m pretty sure I made a fool of myself at least twice. Later, I found out my ex was just as nervous and we both ultimately laughed about it.

Even though that relationship didn’t work out, that first date we shared told us that we had something special. It affirmed what we already felt to some extent and that was a great moment. Awkward moments aside, I look back at that first date fondly. To those who are still with their significant others, I’m sure that first date stands out in a great many ways.

A first date is just the first step in a much larger process. It’s a hell of a process, too. Whether or not you’re a romantic, it helps set a tone for a relationship. Strong relationships will often have memorable first dates. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing helps the established couples out there remember that first date fondly.

I just met you.

You just met me.

I don’t know you.

You don’t know me.

Tonight, we change that. I’ve dared to open my heart once more. You return the favor, accepting my invitation and sharing the unspoken intrigue that blossoms between us. Being near you, we both sense the heat of the chemistry between us. It’s like a tension that yearns to break, drawing us closer and beckoning our passions.

Every great love begins with a spark.

Every spark is only the beginning of a larger flame.

Every flame needs space, fuel, and energy to grow.

That’s what tonight is all about. On this, our first date, I intend to make the case that I am someone worth loving. I also hope to surmise whether that chemistry between us is more than just amorous instinct. You are beautiful. That much, I know to be true. Is the soul beneath that beauty worth embracing? That, I don’t know.

It’s a long, arduous process, finding out who someone is and surmising whether they’re the one for us. It involves more than just fancy dates, affectionate gestures, and heated lovemaking. Together, we seek to determine whether our lives can become entwined. Loving each other is only the first step. Being together involves many more.

No matter how many steps there are, I want to find out. In you, I see both passion and possibilities. I want to spend an entire night with you, learning about and briefly exploring your world. If you are willing, I’ll gladly share mine.

I take you by the hand.

I guide you into a night of shared intrigue.

I open myself to you in hopes that you open yourself to me.

This is our first date. We both know how we want this journey to end. Together, we take that first step.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Workplace Romances

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Romance comes in many forms, but some forms incur more complications than others. They can still work, but it tends to be more challenging. As a romance fan, I find myself most conflicted about workplace romances. On paper, it can be very sweet, starting off as a colleague and eventually becoming a lover. In practice, it tends to be a rocky road, even in the best of circumstances.

While it has become somewhat taboo in recent years due to the anti-harassment movement, workplace romances are still a thing. A statistically significant part of the population have admitted to dating a co-worker. Some even get married and that’s a beautiful thing. At the same time, it’s often hard to imagine how romance works within that dynamic.

In a professional environment, there are all sorts of power dynamics in play. Not everyone is an equal, in terms of rank and pay scale. This can cause some unavoidable difficulties for prospective lovers and not just in terms of harassment. How does a relationship work when one person has the ability to impact their lover’s career? How do they go about being good at their jobs in the midst of an ongoing romance?

Some claim it’s impossible. I’m not among that crowd. I tend to believe that if the love is strong enough, then two people can overcome almost any obstacle, including the inherent complications of sharing the workplace. I don’t deny that it’s one of the trickier romances to pull off and write about, but it is possible.

There many unique dynamics and challenges associated with workplace romances. That’s part of what makes them stand out. With this Daily Sexy Musing, I’ll attempt to channel the special kind of love that makes a workplace romance succeed. Pursuing love is hard enough, but pursing it alongside a co-worker is a daunting challenge, albeit one with sexy results. Enjoy!

We wake up at the same time.

We put on our professional attire.

We make the same commute.

We arrive in the same domain.

Our lives, our hearts, and our careers are linked. What started as a partnership has become more intimate. The line between our careers and the lives we build outside them blur. Then, once professional courtesy becomes intimate chemistry, the line shatters. In an instant, being a professional and being your lover are one in the same.

Once, we were co-workers.

Then, we became friends.

Then, we felt a deeper connection.

Then, amidst risks and scrutiny, we pursued it to the utmost.

I see you when you put on your best face and exercise your best skills. You carry yourself a certain way, knowing your career and your dreams hinge on it. The stakes are high and I’ve become part of that.

At the same time, you see at my best and at my worst. On good days, you see how I achieve my goals and make my living. My abilities are on full display for you and the world to see. When the days are bad, you watch me struggle. I am at my most distressed and disheveled. I cannot hide the upheavals in my professional life.

As professionals, we have a job to do.

As lovers, we have passions to share.

In two different worlds, we exercise two different selves.

In both worlds, we come together.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Singing

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Certain people are just born with an incredible singing voice. Famous musicians like Whitney Houston, Aretha Franklin, Taylor Swift, Michael Jackson, and Stevie Wonder came out of the womb with incredible talent and they’ve done plenty to nurture that talent. Between that talent and the music they make with it, there’s no denying the unique allure of their voice.

I say that as someone who freely admits he can’t sing worth a damn. I have many talents that I’m proud of, but singing isn’t one of them. I just don’t have the voice for it. I do know plenty of people who do and I’ve seen first-hand how it affects others. It’s not always sexual, but it can certainly have that effect.

A good singing voice is like a siren’s song. It draws people in and, with the right mood and melody, can make them very horny. I doubt it’ll surprise anyone that some of my favorite songs have some very sexual rhythms and connotations. Whether it’s a bubblegum pop song or one born of hard rock, it can really set a sexy mood.

Having a voice like that, or just having a lover with that kind of voice, is akin to having a super-power. When you can both sing and seduce, it makes for uniquely intense moments. Not everybody has the ability. I would even argue that only a minority of people have that sort of singing talent. That only makes the sex appeal more special.

I may not be able to sing, but I can try to capture that sex appeal with my words in this Daily Sexy Musing. That’s one talent I know I can wield. Enjoy!

We set the beat.

We start the melody.

We read the lyrics.

However, it’s you who brings it all together.

Your voice is the catalyst, but the show is just beginning. One word becomes a line and several lines become a refrain. Hot beats, intense rhythm, and heartfelt soul play out through every note and tone. In you, however, the song has heart. With it, you capture mine.

I can only listen in awe as you serenade my surroundings. My ears ring with the sweetest of sounds. Like a dining on my favorite treat, I am overwhelmed with joy and contentment. In this moment, the entire world comes together in a harmonious moment. Through your voice, a special energy consume all who hear it.

Every passion echoes through the lyrics.

Every tone resonates in my soul.

Every connection between us intensifies.

Within my head, the echoes resonate through every fiber of my being. Anyone can hear the sounds of beat and enjoy the rhythm of the melody. Only a select few can turn their voice into an instrument of poetry and grandeur. You are among those few.

I hear your song.

I cherish your voice.

I heed your call.

Through the harmony of song and rhythm, you tell me in few words what cannot be articulated fully. Without a voice like yours, I cannot hope to reply with a similar spectacle. However, that only means I must convey my love in other ways. I may not have a voice like yours, but that doesn’t mean we cannot share a concert.

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