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Daily Sexy Musings: Intimate Echoes

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When I was in college, I lived in a co-ed dorm for two years. It was quite an experience, to say the least. I learned a lot about living on my own, having roommates, and surviving in a crowded building full of unsupervised youths. While most of those lessons are more pragmatic than sexy, there are a few that stand out.

One lesson that I learned early on had to do with the unique noise lovers made while sharing a little passion in between classes. The dorms I stayed in were decent by most standards, but they were far from soundproof. I heard things that probably would’ve incurred hefty fines by the FCC, but the couples involved would’ve paid up gladly.

In that environment, you quickly learn the difference between a moan from someone who had a long day and one from someone getting some special treatment by their lover. You also learn the distinct difference in the laughter, gasps, and grunts that people make during intimate moments. They do not sound like anything you’d make when you stub your toe.

Those noises aren’t just the excessive hissing and seething that go on in typical porno. These noises are more subtle. That’s what makes them so powerful and distinct. They’re not always loud and they don’t have to be. That deeper subtext is part of what makes it so intimate. It’s my sincere hope that this Daily Sexy Musing gives everyone a greater appreciation for that subtext.

A simple kiss.

A soft touch.

A muted reaction.

On the surface, it’s so quiet. Your gasps are barely a whisper. Our swirling lips are easily drowned out. The simple gust of the wind is enough to overshadow every noise we make in our passionate moments. However, we both hear them as clear as a ringing bell. To us, they might as well be blaring sirens.

With each loving gesture, we evoke more reactions. They’re unavoidable, impossible to contain or suppress. Every gasp, giggle, and touch echoes with the slightest of sounds. They’re difficult to hear, but we still listen intently. In them, we learn so much about ourselves and our passions.

Without words, we express our love.

Without tools, we taste our passions.

Without thought, we convey our love.

Without guidance, we navigate our desires.

Together, we ruffle the sheets, dishevel our clothes, and evoke more reactions that travel beyond the walls. In every noise we make, we let the world know of our activities. From the way our skin clashes to the distinct tone of our voices, we leave little doubt to all those who hear us.

These are the noises of our love. Every echo is laced with our passion. When I gasp and grunt, I tell the heavens how much I love you. I take my feelings and turn them into real acts with real impacts. When you touch me, every noise carries greater meaning. In every reaction, I try to match it.

These sounds are the soundtracks.

They are the music of our hearts.

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“The Open Road” A Sexy Short Story About Summer Vacations

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The following is a sexy short story I conjured while driving home from a trip to the beach. It’s the middle of summer and this is the time of year when people hit the road and go someplace fun. Sometimes, you can have a little fun along the way. I hope this story makes that point in a way that is both effective and sexy. Enjoy!

There was something uniquely peaceful about the open road, especially for Jade Alayna. For much of her life, she’d been sheltered and reserved. She came from a world of gated communities, country clubs, and prep schools. Since before she could walk, her entire life had been scheduled and structured. Her parents, teachers, and peers all worked tirelessly to ensure she stuck to the script and never deviated.

Ultimately, they failed. Just being on the open road, watching miles of undeveloped land pass by, was proof of that. There were no manicured lawns, intricately planned suburbs, or perfectly-organized structure. There was just dirt, fields, and grass. To most, it was ugly and unkempt. To Jade, it was a tangible sign that she had escaped her sheltered life, if only for a while.

A more powerful kind of proof sat next to her in the driver’s seat of the old Mustang. Ricky Pax, a man who’d never set foot in a country club or worn a prep school uniform, knew the open roads well. With messy hair that extended past his shoulder, clothes that had been bought at a discount, and a face that hadn’t seen a razor blade in weeks, he was the kind of rebellious loner who everyone told her to avoid.

Instead, she hooked up with him. Depending on how their trip panned out, she might even be in love with him.

“We got a couple hundred miles left to go,” he told her in that deep, masculine tone of his. “Roads tend to get emptier and bumpier in these parts. So if you’re a light sleeper, you’ve been warned.”

“I’ll be okay,” Jade assured her. “I’m in no hurry.”

“You say that like you’re being frisked by a cop,” Ricky said. “You sure you’re up for this?”

“If I weren’t, wouldn’t it already be too late?” she quipped. “I kind of missed my chance to pull back when I snuck away from campus, hopped three buses, and met up with you at a rest stop on the freeway.”

“Just making sure, babe. It ain’t every day a pretty girl ditches her clean-cut college uniform for a mini-skirt and a guy who pays his rent by hustling pool.”

“Well, then I guess today is your lucky day…the latest of many.”

Ricky cast her that rugged smile of his, looking over at her with that affectionate bravado that attracted in the first place. Even after carrying out a relationship in secret for seven months, it still got her heart racing. It also made parts of her body hotter and not because of the hot weather.

In some respects, she was even luckier than Ricky. Getting away from that overpriced private college, even for a weekend, was a real hassle. She had to convince her parents that she was going camping with some female friends and then convince her friends not to rat on her. She was definitely on the hook for a lot of favors for the rest of the year.

It was still worth it because the risk paid off. Jade got to meet up with the man who made her feel free, among other things. Logistically speaking, their paths never should’ve crossed. She’d only met him because he did odd jobs for a traveling Country music band that had played at a local restaurant near her school. He worked as an electrician and mechanic, getting his hands dirty and making things work. She only met him because she got lost looking for restroom.

Jade still vividly remembered that moment, opening the door to a utility room where a sweaty and shirtless Ricky Pax had been tweaking a fuse box to get the sound system working again. Looking back on it, she was amazed that her panties hadn’t caught fire from the heat in her loins. Everything that followed that fateful encounter had been an exercise in shedding the restraints that others had placed on her for so long.

“I know it seems like I’m just a pretty rich girl going through a rebellious phase,” Jade said, still gazing at Ricky as he watched the road. “Hell, this time last year, I hadn’t left the state, I didn’t have any tattoos, and I was a virgin.”

“To be fair, you were pretty eager to do something about that last one,” Ricky said with a smirk.

“That’s bound to happen when you live in a world where your whole fucking life is decided for you. My parents and all their preppy friends had it all figured out. Being the only girl in a family of three brothers, I was going to be the princess of the country club. I was going to wear all the pretty dresses, go to a nice school, and marry a nice boy who wouldn’t see me naked until our wedding night.”

“You stayed naked half the fucking day when you snuck over to my place last month. You wouldn’t even put on panties when you went out to the mail.”

“Hey, you try wearing those itchy uniforms for days on end,” Jade said. “Now that I think about it, the itch was just me telling myself how much I hated being my family’s pet project…this innocent little package that they could show off to all their friends.”

“They really thought you were innocent?” Ricky said with a humored chuckle.

“Let’s just say they didn’t ask questions when I took extra-long showers…or why I was especially fond of my electric toothbrush.”

Jade laughed to herself, but also resented how hard she had worked to enjoy the tiniest bits of personal freedom in her life. In such a structured world, she was expected to be a model of innocence and chastity. Since her protests never led to anything, she’d rebelled in other ways.

That often involved her doing little things like masturbating in the bathroom, sneaking beer under bleachers at school, and listening to music she knew her parents hated. Those small acts of rebellion added up, eventually culminating in her relationship with Ricky. After just a few nights with him, she could safely say the innocence and chastity her family pushed on her was long gone. Being on the open road felt like she was leaving that girl behind for good.

“Now that I look back on it, their idea of innocent was just code for something else,” Jade continued, her voice becoming more distant. “To them, innocence is just obedience. Virtue is just restraint. Love is just allegiance. And happiness is just what makes everyone else happy.”

“That’s pretty damn twisted,” said Ricky. “My dad’s idea of happiness is a beer, a beautiful woman, and a day where you didn’t have to put on pants.”

“You make him proud for all the right reasons…especially when you’re not wearing pants.”

“That’s probably the extent of my family’s trashy legacy.”

“It isn’t trashy if it leads you to happiness. That’s something you’ve taught me in so many ways these past few months. I’ve broken a lot of rules to be with you Ricky…done things that would get me in a world of trouble with my family. Not too long ago, that would’ve upset me. Now, every time I cross those lines to be with you…well, let’s just say I didn’t know a girl like me could be so happy.”

A twinge of heavy emotion filled her voice. Jade turned away from the open road and leaned over towards the driver’s side of the car, embracing her rugged lover. He returned the gesture, snaking his arm around her and holding her close. It probably wasn’t safe, forcing him to steer the car with one hand. She didn’t care and neither did he. Just being with him was dangerous, but that only made it feel right.

“Out here, in this open stretch of road, I can be who I want to be…feel what I want to feel…embrace who I want to embrace,” Jade said.

“And of all the non-name shmucks you could’ve embraced, you picked me,” said Ricky. “I’m honored and little turned on.”

“You picked me too. You didn’t have to involve yourself with a pretty girl for an affluent community who keeps mistaking you for a wandering hobo.”

“So long as that pretty girl keeps giving me reasons to go out of my way for her – whether it’s her beautiful smile or sexy ass – I’ll gladly let them look down on my trailer park ass.”

“And I intend to keep giving you reasons, Ricky,” said Jade. “That’s part of why we’re taking this trip…to be tougher and free on the road. I know it’s a risk, but I intend to make it worthwhile.”

In another act that would’ve horrified her parents, her teachers, and the state police, she leaned in closer and kissed Ricky’s bearded face. His favorable reaction caused him to tighten his embrace, but still kept his eyes on the road. That ability to stay so focused in a world that was so unstructured was just one of the reasons she’d fallen for him. It also was a huge turn-on.

As Jade kissed him, her loving gestures transformed into something bolder. She nibbled on his ear and reached down his torso, eventually finding that perfect package of man-flesh right between her legs. She wasn’t gentle with it, either. While teasing him with her lips, she firmly rubbed over that special bulge in his pants, once again affirming that she was not that innocent girl from a gated community.

“You’ve done a lot for me, Ricky…and to me, for that matter,” she whispered into his ear. “You dare to guide me into this unkempt, unstructured world. You make me feel things I was never allowed to feel…naughty, dirty things that make my legs weak and my panties moist.”

She gave her lover’s covered man parts a firm squeeze, evoking a deep grunt that forced him to tighten his grip on the steering wheel. He still ended up swerving somewhat, but that did nothing to dissuade Jade.

“You’ve also helped me become more daring, myself,” she said, her voice taking on a very seductive tone. “You think I just slapped on this mini-skirt and tank-top because it was hot? That was only part of the reason…the only unsexy part.”

Then, knowing Ricky was fighting to stay focused on the road, she pulled up her mini-skirt to reveal that she was wearing a very revealing thong. She’d gotten one between the time she snuck off the sheltered campus of her fancy private school to the moment she got into his car was an adventure, of sorts. However, she sensed he didn’t care for the details.

The deviant, unrestrained temptress that Ricky helped awaken kept pushing it. She kept kissing down the side of his face, stroking that bulge in his pants while fondling her inner thighs. It created a heat between that was not at all caused by the midday sun.

“Jade,” Ricky said intently, “I know what you’re doing.”

“So do I,” Jade said boldly. “I’m letting you know how much I want you. Out here, on the open road, we’re free. And I want to celebrate that freedom by feeling that big, manly dick of yours. Just thinking about it is making me so wet.”

“You don’t think straight when you’re horny…more so than most girls.”

“You’re right,” she said, “which is why I’m not going to think twice about doing this.”

Then, in an act that shed whatever innocence she still had, Jade undid her boyfriend’s pants and freed his dick from its confines. As soon as that long, manly flesh popped out, she undid her seatbelt and bent over so she could taste his cock directly. She showed no hesitation, either. In an act of deviance and defiance, she began giving her boyfriend oral sex.

She didn’t care that they were going over 70 miles-per-hour on the highway.

She didn’t care that it was broad daylight, either.

A truck, a cop, or a bus full of children could’ve passed by and they would’ve seen her slurping and slithering along the length of a man’s dick. Whether they were aghast or impressed, she didn’t let up. She went at it, giving the man who’d set her free the kind of oral sex that utterly defied the restraint she once exercised.

“Oh fuck! Jade…you’re doing it to me again,” Ricky grunted, now gripping the steering wheel as though it were the edge of a cliff.

“And what might that be?” she asked after licking the tip of his cock, as though she didn’t already know.

“You’re making me want to fuck you. And seeing as how we’re in on the road, in the middle of nowhere, and with nowhere to stop for miles…”

His words trailed off. Jade still hovered over his dick, stroking it hard as it throbbed within her grip. Looking up at her lover, she could tell he was fully aroused. He had that glint in his eyes…that look that conveyed that distinctly masculine drive. It was not the look of a refined gentlemen, like the ones Jade’s parents wanted her to marry. Ricky was a different kind of man…a man who brought out the real woman in her.

Without warning or hesitation, Ricky hooked the steering wheel to the side, pulling the dusty car over onto the gravel curb. It was a bumpy ride, so much so that Jade had to hold onto her lover, keeping a firm hold on his dick. That only made him more determined.

“Outside…now,” he said, upon turning off the engine and unlocking the doors.

“Outside…in broad daylight…for anyone to see?” Jade asked, as though she were aghast.

“Yes!” he said plainly.

Like a reflex, she pulled away from her lover’s lap and followed him out the driver’s side of the car. As she stumbled out, he grabbed her by the wrist and helped her to her feet. He then walked her towards the dirty hood of his car, his erect dick still hanging out of his pants. From there, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her hard on the lips. Jade instinctively kissed back, using their close proximity to keep stroking his member.

As their lips and tongues twirled together, Ricky pushed up the top part of her halter top and unclasped her bra. Her breasts now exposed to the midday sun, he reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He took full advantage of her exposed flesh, fondling her breasts and stroking her inner thighs, all while still kissing her in a way that perfectly blended raw lust with sincere affection.

A sharp gust of wind blew over the long stretch of road, flowing through her inner thighs and over her round breasts. That feeling of being so exposed in the open, unstructured world that had been hidden from her all her life wasn’t just liberating. It turned her on even more.

“Ricky…do me,” Jade gasped, “right here…over the hood of your car.”

“Turn around. Bend over,” was all he said.

It was such a crude, crass request, but Jade didn’t hesitate for a second. She wanted Ricky just that badly. It didn’t matter if they were out in the open and breaking laws. She wanted – no, she needed – to exercise her desire and the unrestrained freedom that came with it.

Not caring about the burning sun or all the dirt on the hood, Jade followed her burning desires and bent over the dirty hood of her lover’s old car, placing both hand on the hot surface. Ricky then positioned himself behind her, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her waist. She could already feel the tip of his manhood rubbing against her moist slit, adding more fuel to the raging firestorm of lust within.

“I always knew you weren’t that innocent,” he told her, leaning in and whispering into her ear. “A woman like you…she needs something more.”

That deep, husky tone of his sent her heart racing and her lust into overdrive. Thankfully, Ricky didn’t make her long to feed those burning needs.

With a firm thrust of his hips, he entered her. In an instant, her eyes widened, her nails raked down the hood of the car, and she let out a gasp that echoed throughout the open road. That hot feeling – the intoxicating, sensual feeling of manly flesh penetrating her womanly depths – sent her into a once-forbidden domain of ecstasy.

“Ohhh yes!” she cried out into the open air. “Fuck me, Ricky! Fuck me!”

Her lover replied with a manly grunt and dominating lust. His grip on her butt and waist intensified as he began moving his hips, penetrating and pumping into her with his throbbing member. It was a perfect melding of flesh, her body embracing his, forging an intimate link that further severed her ties from the world she’d escaped.

It also wasn’t lost on her that it was unfolding outside, under the afternoon sun, on a long stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere. If just one car drove past them in either direction, they would’ve seen everything – her and Ricky having sex, her breasts swaying and her pussy fully exposed. The virtues of modesty, restraint, and obedience shattered with every sensual movement and Jade loved every minute of it.

Ricky gave her even more reasons. As he fucked her at a heated pace, he explored the naked flesh that was usually concealed by itchy clothing. He fondled her swaying breasts, pulled on her long-flowing hair, and stimulated her swollen clit. That was something else he did that set him apart from the other men she knew. He didn’t just seek to please himself. He sought please her too.

“I’m gonna…do it, Jade,” he grunted. “You’re gonna…come…out here…for all to see!”

It wasn’t a promise or a goal. Ricky had never been one to just boast for no reason. He simply told her what was going to happen and she believed him. He was going to make her climax right on the side of the road.

He delivered, as Jade knew he would. He stepped up the pace, so much so that she had to lean over even more so that her breasts were pressed up against the hood. It was as though he was inside her mind, as well as her body. The way he touched and embraced her so intimately struck all the right nerves, literally and figuratively. He carried her to the edge of that special domain of bliss and she gladly followed him into it. When she entered that world of ecstasy, she let the world knew who took her there.

“Oohhh Ricky!” Jade exclaimed.

In an instant, burning desire turned into a firestorm of ecstasy. Sharp surges of orgasmic sensations shot up from her core, spreading out in every direction like a raging river. Jade didn’t hold back in the slightest. She threw her head back so that the heavens could see the look of joy on her face as she climaxed with her lover. She barely even noticed her nails scratching down the hood of the car.

“You see?” Ricky said to her. “That’s what you need…to be free and unhindered.”

Jade couldn’t imagine a more effective way of making that point and not just because she was in an orgasmic daze. It wasn’t that long ago that she felt so trapped by the affluent world of her home town. Even when she followed all the rules, she never felt free. She always had to hold back, as though there was something inside her begging to get out.

Then, she met Ricky, a man who unleashed her spirit. Her phony-innocence had been shackles and he broke her free of that. If she had any doubts about how much he meant to her, they were long gone.

Still beaming with orgasmic energy, Jade tapped into that unbridaled spirit and seized the moment. In an act that caught Ricky off-guard for once, she pulled away, turned around, and drew him into another tight embrace. In the process, she jumped up into his arms, his throbbing manhood still radiating plenty of desire.

“Ricky,” she said in a deeply seductive voice. “Keep fucking me. Fuck me until you feel as free as I do right now.”

“Really? You look pretty free, Jade,” he said playfully.

“Do it!” she urged him. “I don’t care if a convoy of nuns passes by. I want it…and I know you want it too.”

As good as he was at getting her hot, Jade knew how to motivate her lover. A certain tone in her voice, mixed with a special seductiveness that could only come from a spirit freed of its confines, inspired her lover to keep doing her on the side of the road.

Not knowing if a convoy of cops were on their way, Ricky set her down on the hood, hooked her legs around his waist, and aligned their bodies once more. With another thrust, he entered her again. Their throbbing flesh united, he continued their sex, but with more urgency.

He was so focused and thorough, a man on a mission to embrace the same spirit as hers. Jade did her part, holding onto his shoulders and making sure her breasts bounced with every thrust. She watched as his face twitched and contorted in anticipation. She locked her eyes on his, caressing his face and digging the balls of her feet into his back, which she knew he loved. Just as he had done for her, she guided him into a world of ecstasy.

“Jade…I’m coming!” Ricky grunted.

“Yes, Ricky…come with me,” Jade said to him.

The feeling struck. Ricky’s expression became awash in ecstasy as he delivered the final round of thrusts. Then, his body trembled. His member tensed. In that moment when ecstasy took its purest form, he let out a moan so masculine she swore the ground trembled.

As her lover took in the feeling, Jade’s smile never waned. She continued caressing his unshaven face, embracing him on the hood of his car, under the son, and on the side of a long, vacant road. She felt his hold on her tighten, his burning desire morphing into loving passion. When he opened his eyes, she saw more than the look of a satisfied man. She saw the eyes of the man who had set her free.

“I love you, Jade,” Ricky said to her.

“I love you too, Ricky,” said Jade.

“Want to get back on the road? Or do you want to do it again in the back seat?”

“We’re a couple of free spirits on the open road…we’ll follow wherever our desires lead us!”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Style And Sex Appeal

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I don’t consider myself a fashion guru. If I were to describe my wardrobe, I doubt I would surprise anybody. When it comes to clothes, I keep things simple. I wear jeans and T-shirts during casual affairs. I wear a suit and tie for formal affairs. For any adult male, it’s pretty typical. Even thought I’m fond of sleeping naked, I understand the value of quality clothing.

I also understand the value of having a distinct style that complements who you are and supplements your sex appeal. There’s a reason why men or women in uniforms can be made sexy. There’s also a reason why celebrities, models, and anyone with too much money or free time will try to wear something so outrageous and gaudy. It’s part of our nature.

To be attractive and desirable, it’s necessary to stand out. Even if we all walked around naked, it would only be a matter of time before we tried to set ourselves apart in some way. Our sense of style helps achieve this. Whether it’s in the clothes we wear, the way we style our hair, the makeup we put on, or the aftershave we use, we use our style to make ourselves uniquely sexy.

Even for people like me, who aren’t keen on fashion or hair care products, we have a style that we seek to channel in our sexy moments. Some are more distinct than others, but the need and desire to stand out runs deep. I say that as someone who may or may not be fully clothed while writing this Daily Sexy Musing. Then again, I consider that part of my unique style. In that spirit, I encourage others to pursue theirs too.

I stand before a mirror, gazing at the blank canvas that is my naked body. Every feature, contour, and sinew lays bare and unaltered. In the reflection, I see who I am at my most basic. Stripped of every façade and augmentation, this is my foundation. Whereas others may be content with such a form, I ask burning questions.

Am I beautiful?

Am I sexy?

If not, how can I change that?

If I am, how can I enhance it?

My decision is made. I am not content with just a foundation. I seek to build upon what I have, making use of what I’ve inherited and forged. We’re all naked underneath our clothes. Whatever beauty I have now is simply not enough. At my most exposed, I am limited. I refuse to be constrained.

I put on clothes to add color.

I change my hair to add style.

I apply powders and creams to add vitality.

Before long, the foundation is no longer bare. I am no longer a blank canvas. My body is now a work of art. In a sea of similar bodies, I now stand out. Like a lighthouse on a foggy night, I send a signal to all I encounter.

This is how I seek to present myself.

This is my idealized form.

Do you like what you see?

Do you want to see more?

Not everyone will dare answer those questions. Many won’t even know they’ve been asked. Those that do are in for a journey. They’ve seen who I am when I wish to present my best self. Now, we can experience just how beautiful we can be together.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Cars And Passion

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Let’s not lie to ourselves. A lot of sexy things happen in cars. Some of the people reading this might have been conceived in a car. Some might have conceived one or more of their children in a car. While I don’t consider myself a car guy, I can certainly appreciate its value as a facilitator of sexy activities.

It’s no secret that the car changed the world, our culture, and how we go about pursuing love and intimacy. Suddenly, the world wasn’t so small and inaccessible. People, places, and experiences that were once fanciful dreams became within our reach. Say what you will about traffic, pollution, and mechanics who charge way too much for a tune-up. We live in a more vibrant world because of cars.

That’s especially true of those who get frisky in cars, sometimes in obscenely dangerous ways. They can take lovers places where they can explore and expand their passions. They unite lovers who wouldn’t have otherwise met. I know this first-hand because my first girlfriend is someone I met online. We even shared our first kiss in a car.

It’s easy to take for granted just how much our love lives are dependent or made possible by cars. A major part of any great love story is being able to visit your lover, no matter the distance. That’s what cars have been doing for over a century and it’s worth celebrating. Whether you’re a car lover or not, this Daily Sexy Musing is an ode to this incredible catalyst for so many sexy moments. Enjoy!

I get in the driver’s seat.

You get in the seat next to mine.

I insert the key and turn on the engine.

I know the car isn’t the only one turned on.

As we speed off into the open air, we feel that special freedom that the strongest legs and healthiest horses can’t match. The road is open. Our potential destinations are limitless. It’s just you and me, riding the roar of a powerful engine to wherever our passions take us.

It’s an escape.

It’s an adventure.

It’s a catalyst for new experiences.

It’s whatever we want it to be.

So much distance once separated us. To know you only went so far. Hearing your voice, seeing your face, and learning about your world was enough to win my love. However, I still yearned to express it. I longed to be in your presence, feel your touch, and share my world with you.

A short drive can take those passions a long way. Suddenly, you’re not just a dream or an image to admire. You’re right here next to me, riding with me down the open road, venturing wherever our desires take us. I am with you because I can be near you. The car was the means, but you were the end.

I reach over and touch you.

I embrace you at speeds beyond the legal limit.

I ride with you into a world of shared passion.

Maybe we’ll just pull over, get in the back seat, and unleash our passions upon one another. Perhaps we’ll find a quiet place, shelter ourselves within the shadows, and let loose the desires that once only went so far. Whatever the case, the car makes it possible. It is both the ends and the means. It is our highway to love.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Soldiers and Warriors

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There are certain jobs, titles, and roles that will always have some level of sex appeal. I’m not just referring to those directly or indirectly related to prostitution, either. These occupations offer a unique appeal that can be downright primal. Chief among those occupations, both today and throughout human history, are that of soldier and warrior.

That appeal is even greater during holidays like the 4th of July. Even though it’s a celebration of history and patriotism, a big part of that celebration is dedicated to the brave men and women who served in the armed forces. Countries like the United States of America wouldn’t even exist without the dedication and sacrifice of its soldiers.

It takes a special kind of person to fill that role. Not everyone can be trained to fight in combat and even those who can aren’t always proficient. Like gifted athletes or skilled academics, soldiers and warriors have an innate strength to them that goes beyond their muscles. That fighting spirit and commitment to duty is part of their identity and more than a few people find that sexy.

I have relatives who served in the military who can attest to that sex appeal. Some have even told stories about how the uniform alone was enough to get some extra attention. Beyond the military, warriors like the Spartans and superheroes like Wonder Woman reflect the power of our fighting spirit. That spirit is going to attract more than just respect.

In the afterglow of the 4th of July, alongside my immense appreciation for people who put their lives on the line for their country, this Daily Sexy Musing is dedicated to the unique sex appeal of soldiers and warriors. They don’t just keep us safe and look good while doing it. They remind us just how strong and capable we can be. Enjoy!

There’s chaos everywhere.

There’s danger lurking.

There’s an emerging threat.

Everywhere I look, I see a world of conflict. It can be avoided, but only to a point. We can run and hide all we want, but eventually the conflict finds us. Confronting it is rarely easy. At times, it’s so daunting that we tremble in its presence. There’s only so much we can do to fight. In our darkest hour, we feel helpless.

Then, you arrive.

Whether in a uniform emboldened with emblems or within a suit of armor equipped with weapons, you charge into the chaos. Without fear or hesitation, you confront the conflict head-on. You let out a cry of grit and determination that echoes over the carnage. I can only watch in awe.

You swing your sword.

You shoot your guns.

You bloody your knuckles.

You embrace the warrior’s spirit within.

Suddenly, the world feels safer and more secure. I no longer fear the looming threats of conflict and chaos. You’re here and I’m by your side. I see in you the duty and determination to protect others from the horrors of war. I can only begin to comprehend the strength within.

In you, I see an ideal.

In you, I see a principle.

In you, I see the best of what someone can become.

My dread fades. I find myself drawn towards you. The heat of conflict turns into a different kind of heat, but one I readily embrace. With you, I hope to share it. You make me feel so safe. The least I can do is help you feel warm.

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“Rooftop Fireworks” A Sexy Short Story (For The 4th Of July)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote in celebration of the 4th of July. To all the proud Americans out there, especially the brave men and women serving in the military, this day is for you. In the spirit of patriotism, I wrote a story that I hope combines the best elements of patriotism and sexiness. Enjoy!

“God bless America, indeed,” said Brent Braxton in a proud, patriotic tone.

“Amen to that, my darling lieutenant,” said his wife Janet Braxton, matching his tone as only she could.

“Hey, we’re not in the marines anymore. You don’t have to keep calling me lieutenant.”

“I know, but it’s not my fault you love it so damn much.”

“Point taken,” the former marine.

They shared a good laugh and a glowing smile. Brent gladly raised his half-empty beer bottle to the cloudless night sky. His beautiful wife of four years did the same, tapping her bottle with his. It capped off what had been an eventful 4th of July thus far and for a couple of veterans who’d met on a military base, that carried greater meaning.

They’d both taken very different paths to get to this moment. Brent was born in the United States, but his parents were immigrants who barely spoke English when they first arrived. Conversely, Janet came from several generations of red-blooded Americans who could trace their lineage back to the Revolutionary War. He joined the marines after losing out on a college scholarship. Janet joined because enlisting in the military was practically a rite of passage for her family. Logistically speaking, their paths never should’ve crossed.

Being a marine taught him a lot about being American. However, when he met Janet on a routine visit to vehicle maintenance facility, he learned more than he ever could’ve imagined. She wasn’t just the quintessential American woman. She radiated a strong, free-wheeling spirit that would’ve endeared her to any soldier. She took all those patriotic platitudes that most people rarely scrutinize and gave it a face…a beautiful, angelic face.

Holding her in his arms while sitting on the roof of their quiet suburban home, Brent still couldn’t believe that this American angel fell in love with him. Every time she latched onto his arm and caressed his face, it affirmed that love was real. On the 4th of July – the same date he proposed to her, no less – that love became part of the festivities.

“You know, it’s funny,” Brent mused as he set his beer aside.

“What is, love?” Janet asked.

“How people ask God to bless America, as though it needs more at this point,” he said distantly. “I certainly thought that as a kid. Whenever my parents told me about where they’d come from, even simple comforts like air conditioning seemed like divine gifts.”

“Whereas my family didn’t believe in gifts,” she said. “You worked for everything and you celebrated when you earned it. That’s the American way, according to my dad.”

“It still seemed like a dream to my parents,” Brent went on. “Where they came from, even hard work didn’t always earn you much. In fact, there was a good chance it earned you precisely dick. For a while, I wasn’t sure if growing up in America would be any different. Then, after serving my country, meeting you, and seeing other parts of the world, I realized something profound.”

He turned towards his beautiful wife, pulled her deeper into his embrace, and caressed the face that still made his heart skip a beat. The star-lit sky, the full moon, and the lights in the distance made every aspect of her beauty so clear. On the 4th of July, she seemed to glow even brighter. When she smiled back and placed her hands over his, he felt truly blessed. All those patriotic sentiments that he’d heard all day resonated on a new level.

“I believe that when people say, God bless America, they’re not just asking for more of those gifts. I don’t even think it has anything to do with being lucky for being in such a wonderful country,” said Brent.

“Then, what do you think it means?” Janet asked intently.

He paused for a brief moment, collecting his thoughts so he could do justice to both the woman and the country he loved. On the 4th of July, he could do no less.

“It’s an acknowledgement,” Brent said, “a sign of immense gratitude for a blessing that we received long ago, but still appreciate to this day…especially on a day like today.”

“The 4th of July,” she said, as if to acknowledge it with him.

“The fact this country exists is a blessing. It’s a place where a guy like me can grow up feeling out of place, but find purpose. It’s a place where my parents can actually earn a better life from all their hard work. We don’t have to have lengthy legacy like yours to receive these gifts. We just have to share in the same uniquely American spirit.”

“My God, that’s patriotic. And that’s coming from someone whose father made her memorize all 50 states and all U.S. territories by age seven,” Janet said.

“I know. It’s corny as hell.”

“Did I say I minded?” Janet replied, along with another warm smile.

She leaned in and kissed him. Patriotism often did that to her. Being a marine, herself, and the daughter of such proud Americans, expressing love for America wasn’t just a formality. It meant a lot to her. Between serving his country and marrying her, Brent had come to cherish that meaning every bit as much.

Under the skies of a perfect 4th of July evening, he savored every second of her kiss. With that American spirit he loved, she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened their embrace. Brent shared in that spirit, slipping his arms around her waist and immersing himself within her loving warmth. Even in the summer heat, it felt so intoxicating.

Both the spirit of the 4th of July and the spirit of their love intensified their passions. Simple kissing morphed into deeper gestures. Hands roamed, tongues twirled, and hot bodies pressed together, even after a day of barbecues and community events. They both smelled like charred burgers, cold beer, and over-cooked fries. They both radiated all things American. He and Janet just had to celebrate their blessings to the utmost.

What began as a loving kiss had become a full-blown make-out session. Brent had planned on getting intimate with his wife at some point that night, but he didn’t think it would happen on the roof of their house. He was tempted to break the kiss and ask if she’d like to take this back inside. Before he could, the booming echoes of fireworks in the distance erupted in the night sky.

Suddenly, he remembered why he and Janet had chosen to sit out on the roof in the first place. It gave them the perfect view of the annual fireworks show at the nearby lake. As the sky lit up and their patriotic passions kept flowing, a new desire took hold. In the spirit of American independence, he sought a more ambitious form of celebration.

“Hey Janet,” Brent said breathlessly as more fireworks filled the sky.

“Yes, my darling?” said Janet.

“Let’s make love,” he said to her, “up here…on the roof…under the fireworks.”

“And on the 4th of July?” she replied with a beaming smile. “God, I feel as blessed as my country right now!”

“I hope that’s not all your feeling.”

“Believe me. I’m feeling more than just patriotism right now!”

Inspired by both love and liberty, they kissed again and just as a large plume of reddish fireworks erupted overhead. It was like America itself was encouraging them to celebrate the freedom they cherished. At that moment, it became clear that the fireworks weren’t going to be the only 4th of July spectacle they enjoyed.

As the fireworks erupted overhead, he and Janet quickly shed their clothes. Thanks to the summer heat, they didn’t have much to take off. He’d just worn an old T-shirt and jeans. She’d worn denim shorts and a right, white, and blue halter top. True to her libertine spirit, Janet got naked faster and more eagerly. She practically tore off her shirt, bra, and pants. She didn’t even care that she kicked her flip-flops off the side of the roof. Being naked outdoors on the 4th of July just seemed so American for her.

“My God…patriotism never looked so sexy,” Brent said as he gazed upon her naked form.

“Shut up and get those pants off, soldier!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

He responded as though he’d been given an order by his old drill sergeant. Janet even helped him, grabbing the sides of his pants and pulling them off along with his underwear. He didn’t care that she threw them across the roof and into a pile of dirt. He didn’t even care if someone walked by their house and saw their naked bodies under the light of the fireworks. He and his beautiful wife were going to make love in celebration of America.

“Come here, my All-American beauty,” Brent said in his most seductive voice.

“Yes, sir!” Janet replied, mirroring his soldier-like tone from moments ago.

They laughed playfully, even as the noise from the fireworks drowned out all other sounds. They embraced and kissed again, taking a brief moment to enjoy each other’s nude form. Janet had such a fit, sexy body. Being a marine and a cheerleader in high school gave her so much to admire. Her breasts, butt, legs, and lips all radiated that uniquely American beauty that helped fuel his passion for her.

She showed just as much appreciation for his masculine features. She eagerly pawed his chest, hooked her legs around his waist, and embraced him in a way that maximized skin-on-skin contact. It was Janet’s preferred approach to foreplay, letting her body lustfully grind against his while she smothered him with loving kisses. He often joked that she loved foreplay almost as much as actual lovemaking. On a night like this, it was no laughing matter.

The kissing, touching, and caressing of naked flesh helped turn intimate desire into physical arousal. That perfect combination of affection and desire did more than enough to get them both aroused. Brent could already feel the moist heat between her inner thighs, even amidst the summer humidity. She definitely felt his hardening penis press against her thigh, affirming just how much he wanted her.

By the time the sky was really flashing with multi-colored fireworks, they were both ready. Usually, he and Janet made an effort to draw out the foreplay. Knowing their window with the fireworks was limited, they had to act with both urgency and passion.

“Brent…I’m ready,” Janet told him, already breathless from so much kissing.

“So am I,” he said to her, equally winded.

“Then, do it, my American stud. Make love to me!”

With a confident grin and patriotic passion, Brent began a 4th of July celebration that would’ve made any American proud.

He shifted his grip to her butt, squeezing it hard with the strength of a trained marine. Then, with her legs still hooked around his waist, he lifted her up and aligned her body with his. He soon felt the tip of his manhood against her outer fold. Her gaze never diverting from his, she grabbed onto his shoulders in anticipation. Using the same powerful arms that he’d used to carry her into their honeymoon suite, he lowered her onto his manhood.

“Ooh Brent!” she gasped, just in time for an extra-loud burst of fireworks.

Their flesh united. His rigid member penetrated her hot depths with ease. Wet womanly flesh embraced hard masculine flesh in a perfect merging of two proud Americans. As they both soaked in the feeling, Brent lovingly caressed her face and admired her beauty amidst the dazzling spectacle of the fireworks in the background.

“Janet…my love,” he said in a daze of passion.

“Brent,” his wife replied, already far deeper in that daze.

Not much else needed to be said. Given the commotion from the fireworks, they wouldn’t have heard each other anyways. However, the dazzling sights and booming sounds of that 4th of July spectacle was secondary. On this roof, their love was the real show.

Driven by both passion and excitement, they moved their bodies in a sensual rhythm. Brent used his powerful arms to rock his lover’s hips back and forth, working her tight folds along the length of his member. She supplemented every movement with gyrations of her own, clinging harder to his shoulders and imparting just the right amount of energy to their sex.

The incline of the roof even worked to their advantage. It gave Brent extra leverage in guiding their sexual rhythm. It also allowed his beautiful wife a greater range of motion. She sensually swayed and contorted her body through the motions, as though she were dancing amidst their intimate union. He couldn’t imagine a sight more beautiful, even without the fireworks in the background.

The fireworks still had an impact. As the pace of the show picked up, so too did the pace of their lovemaking. Janet rocked her hips harder while he supplemented each movement with his arms. A more intense rhythm meant more intense sensations. As more fireworks went off, the sensual feeling escalated. Brent could feel it in his lover’s touch, from the way her nails raked down his upper back to how her inner muscles squeezed his member every time he plunged into her.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes! Brent…my proud, patriotic love!” Janet exclaimed.

“Janet! Ohhh Janet! My sweet, sexy, All-American wife!” he gasped.

It was a spectacular feeling, one that fit perfectly with the fireworks in the background. As he and Janet absorbed that feeling, they kissed wildly and unleashed a torrent of blissful moans. The noise of the fireworks masked it, but they still felt it.

Their lovemaking seemed perfectly synchronized with the spectacle in the skies above them. As the volume of fireworks became greater, their heat of their sex intensified. Brent had been to enough 4th of July parties to know when the grand finale was getting closer. With each booming crackle, he and his love neared their own finale.

“Janet…so close!” Janet said over the rhythmic rocking of their bodies. “I’m so…so close.”

“Me too, Janet,” Brent replied intently. “Let’s…shoot off…together!”

“Together…under the fireworks…tonight!”

The ways he said it made it sound both sexy and patriotic. Like two determined Americans, who just happened to be trained marines, they focused their efforts like never before. The firework around them had just entered the main finale. They were going off in rapid succession, filling the skies with dazzling lights and thunderous booms. In that light, their naked bodies glowed like never before.

In that moment and under this wondrous spectacle, he and Janet capped off the finale with a shared ecstasy like no other. It felt like a 4th of July miracle because they achieved orgasm almost simultaneously. As the pleasure washed over them, they let out their most patriotic gesture to date.

“Oohhh America, yes!” they each said at once.

It would’ve been funny if it weren’t so amazingly euphoric. Just as Janet’s inner muscles clamped down around his cock, he got his release. Thick streams of his manly fluid mixed with her feminine juices, creating a harmonious mixture. Love, passion, and ecstasy took a tangible form, both in terms of the spectacle around them and the feelings coursing through them. As they held each other closely, their naked bodies perfectly enmeshed, they shared a deep kiss to complete their celebration.

As their lips were entwined, the fireworks show above them ceased. The sound of applause from bedazzled onlookers echoed through the trees. They were rightly amazed by what they just saw, but Brent doubted they felt as satisfied as him and Janet at that moment. Together, they didn’t just witness a spectacle to celebrate the country they loved. They embraced the ideals that made America worth celebrating.

“I love you,” he told her, dazed and breathless by their passion.

“I love you too,” she replied.

“Happy 4th of July, my star-spangled wife.”

“Happy 4th of July, my freedom-loving husband. Thank you…for making this American woman feel so blessed.”

“Just doing my wife and my country proud!”

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“Out Of Our System” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was partially inspired by a true story. Without giving away too many details, I’ll simply note that the story involved a few minor lies to parents that resulted in a young couple having a house to themselves for an entire weekend. I hope this story does justice to the fun they had. Enjoy!

“It’s official!” said Dean Kyler. “For the next 48 hours, all clothing other than briefs and panties are prohibited.”

“Music to my ears, babe,” replied Leah Pool, already stripping down with playful eagerness. “Between this goddamn heatwave and three months of forced celibacy, I don’t plan on wearing much this weekend.”

“As your loving boyfriend who hasn’t been near a naked woman in three months, I’ll make sure those plans don’t change.”

“You better.”

Leah snickered as she slipped off her T-shirt, kicked off her shoes, and removed her tight denim shorts. Dean followed suit. He couldn’t get his shirt and jeans off fast enough. He didn’t even bother folding them up. He just threw it aside, leaving him in a pair of black briefs and showing little inclination to wear much of anything for the foreseeable future. Having already stripped down to her, she did the same with her discarded clothing, enjoying that liberating feeling of being topless in the presence of her boyfriend.

They were still in the foyer of his parents’ house. They’d just walked in the front door, having capped off a two-hour drive in a beat-up Buick with sub-standard air conditioning. It might have been the first day of spring break, but an early heatwave made any clothing other than underwear seem unbearable. Even so, Leah didn’t mind in the slightest and not just because she’d gone months without her lover’s intimate touch.

“God, I missed seeing your tits,” Dean told her, already moving in closer for a semi-nude embrace.

“I missed you copping a feel every chance you got,” Leah quipped as she accepted the gesture and snaked her arms around his neck. “Not gonna to lie. It got very lonely at times and there’s only so much I can do with a vibrator.”

“I’ll bet that pissed off your roommate.”

“Let’s just say she knows not to ask me for batteries,” she joked.

They both laughed as they kissed and deepened their embrace. Leah made it a point to maximize skin contact, making sure her exposed breasts pressed up against his chest. As soon as their lips touched, Dean began feeling her up, trailing his hands and fingers along her naked skin. Warm tingles coursed through her body. Aside from heating up her loins, it reminded her how much she’d missed Dean.

They’d had been together since their freshman year of high school. What their parents and friends thought was teenage puppy love had evolved into something much deeper. She’d given Dean her virginity at their junior prom. She’d gone with him to his uncle’s funeral after he died in a traffic accident. He’d been there for her while recovering from a broken leg she endured during an ill-fated skiing trip. Leah wasn’t afraid to tell Dean that she loved him.

While other high school sweethearts were splitting up or growing apart after graduation, she and Dean got more serious with their relationship, even as it gained new challenges. She’d been accepted into a prestigious all-girls school. He’d gotten an athletic scholarship to a private religious school that his dad had attended. Even though both schools were just an hour’s drive away, their strict policy against public displays of affection and co-ed mingling made their relationship difficult to sustain.

They still endured it. It wasn’t easy. College had been full of many distractions and temptations. Their love proved stronger in the end. That made the prospect of a clothing-optional weekend at Dean’s parents’ house even more appealing.

“The fridge is full. The doors are locked. I also confirmed my mom’s plane is in the air,” Dean said, breaking the kiss while remaining in an embrace.

“Does she know that I’m not currently on a bus with my roommate to a camping retreat in the mountains?” she asked.

“No, but it wouldn’t matter if she did. She’s already in another time zone and expects me to stay home during Spring Break while my father’s visiting his brother.”

“You’re just trying to get me out of my panties faster, aren’t you?” teased Leah.

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

“Shut up and take me to the nearest bedroom.”

Dean gave her a lecherous grin before shifting his grip to her butt, lifting her up in his arms, and capturing her lips again as he carried her up the steps. As their lips and tongues twirled, she clung to his shoulders and hooked her legs around his waist, already feeling a growing bulge in his underwear. Just the thought of two thin layers of fabric separated his cock from her pussy send her lustful desires into overdrive.

It had been too long since she and Dean made love. She should’ve been used to that. Neither her parents nor Dean’s were fond of them being sexually active. Dean’s family was religious and her parents had always been concerned about her personal life, especially after her older sister ended up in a bad marriage. Officially, their position was that they shouldn’t have sex until their wedding night and they made a concerted effort to keep them from deviating.

They had to have known their attempts at that point were futile. They knew she and Dean had slept together at least once. She doubted they knew just how much they’d done it, often behind their backs and in ways that would make most parents cringe. Despite being in such a conservative environment all their lives, she and Dean realized quickly that they loved sex. Having so many constraints just meant they had to be extra efficient with their private time.

The next several days gave them just the opportunity they’d needed. She and Dean were both on spring break. They both had an entire house to themselves, absent of parents, teachers, or anyone else who could keep them from expressing their love. On top of that, they had a lot of pent-up horniness that they hadn’t been able to vent. Finally, they could get it out of their system.

“The guest room,” Dean gasped upon reaching the top of the stairs.

That was all he could get out. Leah kept his lips busy with hers, clinging harder to him with her arms and legs as he carried her into the guest room, which happened to be the closest bedroom. She’d slept in it before, but never with Dean. It was usually reserved for one of Dean’s many relatives. Instead, it would be the first room they christened during their romantic weekend of sexual venting.

“Dean,” Leah said upon reaching the bed, “keep the door open. For once, I want to make love without feeling like we’re hiding.”

“Given the circumstances, that counts as kinky,” Dean said upon setting her down on the bed.

“Compared to all the decadent things I want to do to you this weekend, it’s almost sad.”

“It’s not,” he assured her. “It just tells me that my parents’ rules failed. They only made us hornier.”

“Now, I know you’re trying to get me out of my panties.”

“Well, if you need more incentive…”

He spoke with that deep, suggestive undertone. He knew that voice made her wet, even when they spoke over the phone. It effectively sealed the fate of her panties and his underwear, for that matter.

“Change of plans,” she said, “panties and briefs are no longer exempt. All clothing this weekend is hereby banned!”

“I can get behind that rule,” said Dean in that same deep, manly tone.

He must have been waiting for that proclamation because he slipped out of his briefs before joining her on the bed. Leah practically tore hers off, throwing them across the room and having no intention of retrieving them for the rest of the weekend. As of that moment, she and Dean were going to be full-fledged nudists.

Now fully naked, his throbbing erection free and her engorged pussy exposed in the midday sun, Leah moved further back on queen-sized bed and gestured for her lover to join her. He did so without hesitation, crawling on top of her and kissing her again, allowing their fully naked bodies to embrace.

It was a great feeling, his manly sinews pressing against her feminine curves. It got her heart racing and her blood flowing even faster, triggering a heated make-out session that quickly ruffled the sheets of the neatly-made bed. Usually, Leah preferred some extended nude exchange before they got to the sexy stuff. After several months without sex, she just didn’t have the patience.

“Your dick,” Leah said, abruptly breaking the kiss. “I need to taste your dick.”

“And I need your pussy just as much,” he told her. “I almost forgot how good it tastes.”

“Well, now is the best possible time for a reminder!”

Needing no further convincing, Leah took the initiative and adjusted their bodies so that they could give each other oral sex simultaneously. Dean ended up on his back while Leah got on top of him, his head now perfectly positioned between her thighs while she was perfectly positioned over his cock. He was as hard as she was wet, the desire that had been denied by distance and rules finally coming out.

“Mmm…a real, actual dick,” she said, licking her lips in anticipation.

“Pussy…real, moist pussy,” Dean said.

She made the first move, engulfing the full length of his dick in her mouth and sucking it with the same passion she had at their senior prom. His manly flesh tasted as good as she remembered. It was so hard and hot, the veiny contours throbbing around her lips and tongue. She savored every inch as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking along his length.

Dean was just as thorough. With a potent blend of hunger and lust, he gorged on her pussy, probing her depths with his tongue and fondling her folds with his fingers. He hadn’t forgotten her most sensitive spots. He also hadn’t forgotten how she liked having her clit rubbed. It didn’t just feel incredible. It showed just how much he’d missed her. Absence, it seemed, added some special intensity to their sex. It also added a sense of urgency.

“God, you taste good!” gasped Dean, already breathless after so much intimate gorging. “I…I want to be inside you now. Actually, scratch that. I need to be inside you!”

“I can tell,” she said, still grasping his cock after giving it an extra-long suck.

“Please, Leah…I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed this…our love…and expressing it.”

“Me too, Dean. That’s what this clothing-free weekend is all about…expressing our love.”

As much as she enjoyed tasting her lover’s cock, she enjoyed having it inside her even more, uniting their bodies in that fleshly union that their parents thought was too deviant. Time and again, she and Dean proved that nothing so intimate and pleasurable could possibly be that deviant.

Looking to prove it once more, Leah adjusted her body in preparation for sex. She remained on top, straddling his waist and alighting her pussy with his cock. Dean stayed on his back, grabbing a firm hold of her hips and bracing for the coming feeling.

All it took was a single plunge of the hips. With a that one motion, the months of loneliness and horniness ended. Dean’s manly flesh was inside her womanly depths. They were making love.

“Ooh Dean!” Leah exclaimed.

“Leah!” Dean cried out.

For once, they could make as much noise as they wanted, letting the world know that they were in love and freely expressing it with sex. It made for a fitting crescendo of moans, cries, and gasps that echoed throughout the vacant house. In an instant, those lonely sexless nights they’d spent in cramped dorm rooms became a distant memory.

They were loud and fervent with their sex. Leah rode her lover’s cock cowgirl style, gyrating her hips and working her folds along his ridged length. Dean supplemented her movements, using those powerful arms of his to add more energy to their sex. In the warm mid-day sun, even with the air conditioner going, they worked up quite a sweat. It sent her to the brink of orgasm in record time.

“Dean! Oh Dean! I…I’m coming! I’m gonna come…so hard!” she exclaimed.

“Good!” he said in that deep tone he knew she loved. “I promise it’s the first of many.”

He was a man of his word. As she rode him harder, he used his thumb to rub her clit, which helped send her over the brink. When the intense wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her, she ended up grabbing her breasts and throwing her head back as that wonderous feeling of ecstasy washed over her. It was a special ecstasy, one that she couldn’t get with a vibrator. It affirmed just how much she’d loved and missed Dean.

“You’re always so theatrical when you come,” he commented. “I’m not used to seeing it in the middle of the day.”

“Mmm…better get used to it fast,” said Leah, her words slurred by the daze of bliss.

“I intend to, but first things first!”

As she soaked in her orgasmic state, Dean shot up from the bed and threw his powerful arms around her, drawing their naked bodies together once more. Leah instinctively returned the embrace, kissing him despite her heavy gasping and holding on as he rolled her over so that she was now the one on her back.

His dick remained enmeshed in the folds of her throbbing pussy. Leah could feel it aching for his own release. She imagined internet porn and hand lotion was just as inadequate when it came to venting his lust. To sate his desires, he needed to feel her womanly flesh squeeze his rigid length in an outburst of passion. Having had done so much to meet her desires, she gladly accommodated her lover.

“Mmm…such strong priorities,” Leah purred.

“It’s been so long…too long,” he said intently, caressing her face as his manly figures pressed down against hers. “Without you…my life is so damn lonely.”

“Well, I’m here now, Dean,” she told him. “Please…get it out of your system.”

She didn’t need to tempt him that much with her seductive tone, but she did anyways. It had the desired effect. With those fateful words, Dean cast her an intense look and unleashed the full force of his pent-up sexual energy.

Using every bit of leverage that the missionary position allowed, he humped and pumped her with the vigor of a man who’d been deprived of intimate love. It showed in the desperate, yet affectionate look on his face. He never turned away or closed his eyes. It was not the look of a man just looking to fuck an equally-horny woman. There was a deeper connection at work, one every bit as intense as the orgasm she’d just experienced.

“That’s it, Dean. Ooh, that’s it!” she gasped, urging him on as she clung to his shoulders. “We’re really here…in bed…making love. It’s just you and me…this weekend…together.”

Getting that message across helped give him that extra push he needed. With her legs spread-eagle, their naked bodies rocking as naked skin slid along naked skin, she held onto her lover and guided him to that special ecstasy. She conveyed to him the same loving gaze that made her peak so meaningful. When he finally reached that peak, he put on his own erotic spectacle.

“Oohhh Leah!” he cried out.

It was a release that had been months in the making, but so worth the wait. Leah bent her knees back and took his hands in hers, giving him something to hold onto as he descended into that world of ecstasy.

It made for quite a release. She felt his body shudder atop hers, his manhood tensing as it released an impressive load of cum into her depths. The feeling of his hot fluids mixing with her juices added even more intimacy to their act. Having made sure ahead of time that there would be no need for condoms or pulling out, it was a special feeling they could savor together.

“Wow! That was…wow,” Dean said in between heavy gasps.

“Yeah…wow,” Leah said while caressing his face affectionately.

“So much…I love you so damn much, Leah.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

That might have been the orgasmic afterglow talking, but that didn’t make the sentiment any less genuine. She and Dean were long past those doubts. He loved her and she loved him back. They also enjoyed expressing that love together in all the very physical, very sensual ways that others tried to discourage.

As they soaked in the breadth of that feeling, she and Dean shared another loving kiss. Still naked, their bodies covered in a light layer of sweat, he withdrew from her while still maintaining a deep embrace. Usually, it was the point where they had to come down from their sexual high, put their clothes back on, and put on an innocent face for those not comfortable with them having a mature sex life. For once, that wasn’t a concern.

“I missed you. I missed this,” Dean said distantly, now resting his head on her breasts.

“Me too,” Leah said, “although I imagine you missed falling asleep on my chest even more.”

“I did, but it’s more than that,” he said. “For as long as we’ve been together, we’ve had to be so tactful about expressing our love. Whether it’s a quickie here or a secret romp in a closet, it feels like we have to jump through so many hoops, just to be together.”

“It’s annoying. That, I don’t deny. The fact we’re still together says a lot about our love.”

“It sure does. It says just as much about moments like this…rare, precious moments when we can just stop being careful and enjoy our love completely.”

There was a brief silence as he finished catching his breath. He then laid down next to her, still embracing her, their naked bodies making plenty of skin-on-skin contact. Despite the sweat and messy hair, he caressed her face with deep affection.

“I cherish those moments too,” Leah told him. “I have a feeling I’ll cherish them even more after this weekend.”

“And I intend to give you plenty more reasons for that,” Dean said with a confident grin. “I’m taking that no-clothing rules seriously. I am not putting those boxers back on. We have month’s worth of love to make and we’re going to make the most of it.”

“No need to convince me, lover boy. I can already feel your dick rubbing against me,” she teased. “I hope that means that bottle of lube I brought is going to be empty by tomorrow.”

“It sure as hell better be. I love you just that much, Leah. And for the next 48 clothing-free hours, we’re going to express that love in every room in every way possible.”

“Sounds romantic,” she said seductively, “and exhaustive. You sure you have the energy for it?”

“Of course!” he said, putting his hand on her butt to further communicate his desire. “You’re the one who told me to get this out of my system. Trust me, we’ve got a lot to get out and an entire weekend alone to do it!”

They shared another loving kiss, effectively solidifying their plans for the weekend. Leah had planned on catching up on lost time together, especially the sexy kind. Knowing Dean was so motivated made her more eager to make it count.

The rest of the day, and much of the evening, played out in a blur. It felt like a lurid fantasy that she would’ve woken up from long ago. It was not a dream, though. It was real…beautifully, wonderfully real.

They made love in the shower in the master bedroom…the bigger, more spacious one that her parents never let her use.

Then, they did it in dining room, Dean bending her over the same table on which they ate holiday meals.

They also did it in her dad’s man cave in the basement, going at it on the same leather recliner that she never got to sit in.

They even did in the living room while watching a porno that Dean had bought, two activities that her parents had banned outright from their house.

They did all of that while sticking to their no-clothing rule, remaining butt naked, even while making dinner. It was reckless and deviant, but fun and exhilarating. It made every kiss, hump, and orgasm more satisfying. With respect to getting their passions and desires out of their system, it definitely helped.

“I love you…so much,” Dean kept saying in the throughs of passion.

“I love you too,” Leah kept replying.

The sounds of their love echoed from every wall. Every intimate act that was once forbidden or frowned upon was now theirs to embrace. Having gotten some of that pent-up passion out of their system, the true breadth of their love felt pure and free.

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Polygamy Vs. Consensual Non-Monogamy: Is There A Difference?

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When it came to dissecting the absurdities of language, nobody did it better than George Carlin. Beyond being one of the funniest comedians of all time, Carlin could break down certain concepts in a way that was as insightful as it was hilarious. His brilliant analysis of what he called “soft language” is more relevant now than it was when he was still performing.

Given the rise of outrage culture, I often wish George were still alive today so that he could tear the absurdities down, as only he could. We can only imagine how he would’ve tackled issues like fake news, alternative facts, and toxic masculinity. At the very least, his legacy of attacking soft language lives on.

In his book, “Parental Advisory,” Carlin defined soft language as terminology people use to help them avoid unpleasant truths. It helps fat people feel better about being “morbidly obese.” It helps poor people feel better about being “economically disadvantaged.” It helps drug addicts feel better about being “substances abusers.”

The face of a man who didn’t buy such bullshit.

Whatever the case, no matter how many colorful words people utilize, the underlying theme is the same. There are certain aspects of reality that bother some people, so they decide to re-frame it in a way that feels less serious and more palatable. It’s rarely overt. There’s rarely an official announcement or anything. Most of the time, it’s just a trend that people forget is absurd.

This leads me to the emerging concept of “consensual non-monogamy.” It’s kind of what it sounds like. It’s a form of a non-monogamous relationship in which both partners grant one another permission to seek sexual or romantic entanglements with others. Sometimes it involves certain rules and boundaries that are openly negotiated. The key is that there is consent and understanding at all levels.

This is not a new idea. If it sounds a lot like polyamory, an idea I’ve touched on before, that’s because it is for the most part. It’s a non-monogamous relationship that people pursue for any number of reasons. It’s actually one of humanity’s oldest forms of relationships and some even argue that it’s more natural than monogamy.

I’m not going to argue how natural or unnatural such practices are, but I think this latest manifestation of soft language requires scrutiny. Like every other kind of soft language, these sorts of linguistic quirks don’t evolve randomly. There’s often a method behind the absurdity and while I’m not as brilliant as Carlin, I have a pretty good idea of why it’s happening.

In terms of definitions, there isn’t that much difference between polyamory and consensual non-monogamy. Logistically, though, there are a few complexities that differentiate the two practices. They’re minor, but relevant to the extent that inspired soft language.

While there hasn’t been much research into consensual non-monogamous couples, the little we do have paints a fairly comprehensive narrative. In these relationships, there is a “primary” partner who holds the role of spouse/lover. This is the partner with which they love and seek to share their lives with. They’re the ones whose names are on emergency contact forms, loan applications, and wills.

Beyond the primary partner are all the girlfriends/boyfriends with which the sexy stuff occurs. The extent and motives behind these encounters are communicated and understood with the primary partner. Every couple is different so the boundaries vary. Some couples have to be together when they’re getting sexy with others. Some are okay with it happening more randomly.

If that sounds a lot like polyamory, then congratulations. You’re starting to understand how George Carlin thought. While polyamory has its own dictionary definition, it’s connotations are not the same as consensual non-monogamy. What people think of when they hear the word “polyamory” conjures different mental images than a term like consensual non-monogamy.

Polyamory, for better or for worse, is one of those terms that has a certain level of linguistic baggage. It’s less associated with the free-spirited couples who get their own reality show and more with outdated traditions associated with polygamous marriages. Think “Big Love” rather than “Friends With Benefits.”

Now, I know I’ll upset those in the polyamorous community for just hinting at that association. For that, I apologize. I know most who identify as polyamorous or consensual non-monogamous don’t like being associated with the kinds of practices that are often associated with horrific crimes. That gets to the heart of where this soft language comes from.

Even if the principles are the same, those sexy free-spirited couples have a valid incentive to set themselves apart from polyamory. It doesn’t matter the disturbing practices of extreme religious cults are only a small subset of polyamorous relationships. They’re distressing enough for most reasonable people.

I dare you to find something more creepy.

As a result, a less broad term emerges. Consensual non-monogamy may have a few extra syllables, but it feels more technical and official. It’s harder to apply to the more distressing aspects of polyamory because it emphasizes consent, a concept that has only become more heated in recent years.

You can’t have child marriages or even arranged marriages of any kind under consensual non-monogamy. It would undermine the whole “consensual” part of the term. In that context, it’s understandable that this kind of term would emerge. There’s nothing in the definition of polyamory that weeds out those negative associations. Rather than actually confront it, soft language acts as a filter.

Given the frequency with which the negative aspects of polygamy still occur, it’s hard to blame those who practice consensual non-monogamy for wanting to set themselves apart. As those relationships become increasingly acceptable, there will be an increasing desire to frame it in a particular way and “consensual non-monogamy” checks all the right boxes.

It emphasizes consent.

It implies choice and personal freedom.

It’s technical, but doesn’t completely undercut the sex appeal.

Even if the definitions aren’t that different, consensual non-monogamy still does just enough to set itself apart from polyamory. In terms of soft language, it adds some critical, but necessary complications to something that is still subject to plenty of taboos. In a perfect world, such a differentiation wouldn’t be necessary. Sadly, that’s not the kind of world we live in.

Sadly, indeed.

I like to think even Carlin would understand that some amount of soft language is necessary. Whether you call it consensual non-monogamy or polyamory, how we think about these ideas are going to affect our attitudes towards it. If consensual non-monogamous couples don’t want to be associated with crackpot religious cults, then they have every right to set themselves apart.

That said, it’s also entirely possible that more soft language will emerge as consensual non-monogamy becomes more mainstream. Love, sex, and relationships are complicated and human beings are uniquely talented at complicating things. Years from now, we may not call it consensual non-monogamy. We may use something along the lines of “mutually non-binding romantic intimacy relationship agreements.”

At that point, hopefully someone will have picked up on the absurdities. George Carlin may no longer be with us, but that doesn’t mean we should tolerate more bullshit in a world that already has too much of it.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Competitive Lovers

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I think most of us know someone who is overly competitive. Whether it’s a friend, relative, or significant other, we’ve seen this personality type manifest in so many ways. While everyone is competitive to some extent, certain people take it to extremes and not always in a good way.

However, I’m not going to harp on the negatives of competition. Instead, I’d like to single out one of the best aspects of this distinct persona and it most frequently manifests between lovers. I know this because I’ve seen couples who incorporate their love of competition into their relationship in all the right ways. Most of those couples are still together. Some are even have kids.

They’re among my favorite types of real-world relationships. Their lives tend to be somewhat more chaotic. Comparative couples tend to take more chances and try new things. It doesn’t always work out, but that’s not the point. What makes this kind of relationship so potent, both sexually and non-sexually, is how it supplements their passions. When done right, it’s a beautiful thing.

I don’t consider myself to be that competitive, but I am someone who will try to push himself, especially when I’m with someone who will share the journey. I think that’s what can turn a casual romance into something deeper, as well as sexier. If you’re the competitive type in any capacity, then you should appreciate this Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

You want to test me.

You want to strain me.

You want to taunt me.

You want to push me.

I welcome it. In fact, I embrace it. That’s the kind of lover I am. I don’t run from challenges, nor do I hesitate. I strive to be better, both for myself and you. If you think I’m content with my current skills, you’re wrong. I’ve every intention of surpassing them. I only hope you can keep up.

Within me is the spirit of a champion. It’s never enough to just finish a race. I seek to win it, just as I sought to win your love. I don’t just affirm it with simple gestures and loving exchanges. I want to raise the bar, if only to see how much love you can handle. Where some might remain content, you keep pushing. It just makes me want to love you even more.

My heart starts racing.

My skin starts sweating.

My mind begins to focus.

I’m ready to begin, but you’ve been ready. I can see it in your eyes. You’re daring me to slip up, testing my will, endurance, and stamina. I respond only with a dare of my own. You think our love is static and unchanging? You think it’s simply an anchor to which we tie ourselves? You’re dead wrong. Our love is a catalyst and I intend to prove it.

We live for the challenge.

We strive to win.

We shatter our limits.

We make each other stronger.

I’m not just going to win. You’re going to be glad that you lost. I’ll reward you for challenging me and testing our love. I’ll unleash upon you a triumphant passion that will make us both feel like champions. You’ll either surrender willingly or cry out in victory. Either way, our love ultimately wins.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Love and Secrets

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Being in love with someone means many things. It can also vary wildly from person to person. One couple may show love by sharing romantic dinners and expensive gifts. The other may show love by dressing up like horses and engaging in elaborate BDSM acts. Both can be loving in their own unique way.

That said, there are a few manifestations of love that are almost universal. They span time, traditions, taboos, and kinks. They are among the most powerful manifestations of the intimate bonds that love helps forge. One of those manifestations involves secrets and I’m not just talking about the sexy kind, although that can be part of it.

Being in love with someone means sharing yourself with them. It’s one thing to share resources, money, and Wi-Fi passwords. It’s quite another to share deep, personal secrets that you don’t just share with anyone. When I was with my ex-girlfriend, I told her things that I never told some of my closest friends. She did the same. It was part of what made our relationship intimate.

I don’t doubt that my own parents tell each other things that they never told me or my siblings. That’s the kind of love they have for one another. It can be scary, sharing such revealing secrets to other people. It can also be exhilarating. It can help strengthen a bond with someone in incredible ways. It’s a beautiful thing and a fitting subject of a Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!

I know something about you.

You know something about me.

We know something nobody else does.

We are one another’s lock and key.

In a sea of many, full of beauty, personality, and talent, we found one another. That was only the firs step. Falling in love wasn’t even the tenth. If love is a process, then we have cleared most every step, large and small. What started as intimate interest has become something more.

Even so, it’s not enough. Just being with you, feeling you, and knowing you does not quench my thirst for intimacy. Through touch, embrace, and sex, we share our bodies and our efforts. Even those features are basic, occupying the surface of our passions. To love each other, we must take a dance.

To be with you is to trust you.

To be with me is to protect my secrets.

To be together is to guard our bodies, souls, and hearts.

Whether through soft whispers or loud confessions, I expose to you the softest parts of my soul. Just acknowledging these sentiments causes great discomfort. In you, I place my trust. I hope you understand and appreciate my offer. What you have is both a privilege and a responsibility. What you do with it is in your hands.

As I hope, you return the favor. In me, you open yourself. I know your body, but now I know your mind. The thoughts, feelings, and knowledge that you dread most are now mine to hold. I feel the weight of the burden on my shoulders, but I also sense the extent of your trust.

Our secrets are now out.

Our lives are now deeply entwined.

Our love is now greater than ever.

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