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Daily Sexy Musing: Movie Night Mischief

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It’s a common theme of old dating traditions. You’re out on a date with your lover, you go to the movies, and things get a little heated as the big screen spectacle unfolds. Sometimes, it’s just playful touching. Sometimes, it becomes a full-fledged make-out session that may or may not require someone’s pants to come off.

I’m not a movie buff, except when it comes to superhero movies, but I do have a strong appreciation for getting covertly frisky in a darkened theater. I’ve seen it happen more than once. There was a movie theater not far from where I went to college that was notorious for couples getting busy during movies. No one got arrested, but many probably could’ve.

With the summer movie season upon us and movies like “Captain Marvel” already making waves, the time is right for couples to get a little more daring in darkened places. Now, I’m not encouraging activities that would be outright illegal. There are lines when it comes to romantic expression, even in darkened movie theaters.

That said, going to a movie doesn’t just have to be about going to a movie. It’s another opportunity for intimacy. It doesn’t have to be elaborate. You and your lover could just sit in your seats, eat popcorn, and watch the show and still have fun. You could also throw in some sexy moments in between. Depending on the kind of movie you’re seeing, that might even enhance the experience.

There aren’t a lot of public places where couples can easily sneak in a few affectionate gestures. A dark movie theater is just one of those select few. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of appreciating those opportunities. As more summer blockbusters come out in the next few months I hope others take advantage of those opportunities.

The lights dim.

The previews are done.

The popcorn is fresh and so is the melted butter.

The movie is ready to begin and so are we.

Here, alone in a darkened domain, everything becomes more intimate. The spectacle on the screen draws everyone’s attention. For us, it’s both a means of entertainment and a distraction. Eyes that might drift towards us and ears that might sense us are hopelessly diverted. That means our energies can be channeled to more than just the movie.

What began as a simple night out suddenly has the potential to become so much more. Sitting together in such comfortable seats, immersed in a darkened theater, it’s as though fate is tempting us to be reckless with our passions. Little is necessary and even less is needed to spark greater desire.

One covert touch becomes a series of affectionate grasps.

One subtle gesture becomes a more intimate embrace.

One second of closeness becomes a more profoundly passionate moment.

Others are so close by, but we don’t care. Let the movie distract them while we distract each other. Our energies are divided between the cinematic visuals before us and the loving presence next to us. Rather than focus on one, we take in everything we can. It need not be one or the other. We don’t merely follow along. We make this moment our own.

This is our scene.

This is our spectacle.

This is our story.

The movie plays and so do we. Darkness and spectacle protects us while we subtly share our passions. Our hands find their way, as do our lips. The movie does its part, flooding our senses with sights and story. Together, we make it an experience, one that includes both fantasy and reality.

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“Pleasing You” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote while taking a shower one day. A lot sexy thoughts tend to happen in the shower, depending on the kind of day you’ve had. This one was simply sexy enough to inspire a story. Enjoy!

“Late, restless, and sore,” sighed Trevor Zander as he pulled into his driveway, “so what else is new?”

It had been yet another long day at the office. Again, Trevor got caught up with work that someone else should’ve done. Again, he had to be the one who picked up the slack because nobody else would. It was becoming too common, him pulling extra weight when others couldn’t. It wasn’t fair, but someone had to do it and he had to set the example.

It wasn’t fair, but it was still his responsibility. Ever since Trevor quit his comfortable desk job at an insurance company, his work/life balance had been erratic, to say the least. Ever since finishing college, he’d strived to be more than just some paper-pusher at someone else’s company. He wanted to star this own business, build his own legacy, and achieve his own goals. That meant putting in extra money, time, and effort. He just had no idea it could be so draining.

As he turned off his car and stared at the small house he could barely afford, Trevor considered staying in the car for the rest of the night. His wife, Rachel, deserved better. It was almost midnight and he’d promised that morning he would be home for dinner. The worst part of his day, by far, was when he had to call her that afternoon to let her know he had to break that promise.

It wasn’t the first time he’d gone back on his word, but it had been happening way too often lately. He’d kept making the same excuses. Breaking one minor promise helped him keep a much bigger promise he’d made the day they got married.

He told Rachel at the altar that he would give her a better life. He was going to start the business he’d been planning for since high school. He was going to rise above the poverty that had held his family back for years. He was going to give her and their future children every possible advantage. While he didn’t regret making that promise, he wished he’d thought it through.

“I’m a man of my word. I always have been,” he said distantly. “So why does it feel like I’m failing the woman I love?”

He wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel, if only to punish himself for breaking another promise. It didn’t matter that it was minor. He said he’d be home for dinner and he wasn’t. A lie was a lie, no matter the scale.

Now, it was almost midnight. For all he knew, she was fast asleep and he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize again. That was reason enough to hit himself upside the head, but that wouldn’t have made him feel less crappy.

“No excuses,” Trevor muttered. “You can beat yourself up all you want. You’ll never bury the excuses.”

That was something his father told him. He’d died several years ago, broken and in debt after working himself to the bone at a construction site. He was the one who encouraged Trevor to make something more of himself. So far, he couldn’t say he’d failed, but he couldn’t say he was succeeding either. The best he could do was prepare himself for more hard work and more broken promises.

“I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry, Rachel,” he said under his breath. “At some point, I need to make those words matter.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to achieve that goal anytime soon, Trevor sighed to himself again and got out of the car. The restlessness seemed to follow him as he entered his darkened house, the only light coming from the living room.

There, he found his beautiful wife lying on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote still in her hand. She must have been waiting for him. She was wearing those old sweatpants and oversized T-shirt she always wore when she needed to relax. She usually tried to be up, no matter how late he got home. He didn’t hold it against her, but at least she never made a promise she couldn’t keep.

“Good night, my love,” he said. “At least one of us should get a peaceful night’s sleep. You deserve it.”

Casting her an affectionate smile, Trevor kissed her on the forehead before covering her with a light blanket. She barely stirred from his gentle touch. Being the heavy sleeper she was, he wasn’t worried about waking her.

Content to let his wife sleep peacefully, he made his way upstairs where he stripped out of his work clothes and made his way into the bathroom. He couldn’t keep his promise to be home in time for dinner, but he could still make it so he didn’t smell like copier ink in the morning. Having not had time to shower that morning, he needed something to help him relax, even if he didn’t deserve it.

“It’s got to get easier,” he said to himself as he waited for the water to warm up. “This can’t keep being the least stressful part of my day.”

His nerves still frayed and his mind still racing, Trevor entered the shower and began rinsing himself off. The hot torrent of water helped soothe some soreness he’d been feeling all afternoon, but that was the most he could hope for. He was too restless to sleep and he had another long day ahead of him tomorrow so chances were that harder days awaited him.

“This time, I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” Trevor told himself. “No more excuses…especially to the people I love.”

He kept telling himself that as he stood under the hot stream of water, letting it wash away the frustrations and rigors. He wasn’t sure if he would even try to sleep. Maybe he was better off just doing some work from home to get a head start on the next day, which already seemed so daunting.

As he contemplated that prospect, though, he heard the bathroom door open. Then, through the fogged up glass of the shower, he saw a familiar figure approach.

“Rachel?” Trevor called out. “Is that you?”

“Of course, my love,” replied that sweet, caring voice he knew so well. “Who else would be here for you this late?”

Before he could ask another question, the shower door opened. Sure enough, it was Rachel, wide awake and with a loving smile on her face. He was so taken aback that he almost forgot he was naked and looking right at her.

“Looks like you had another rough day,” Rachel said. “Hell, you’ve been having a lot of those lately. And I feel like I can do more to help.”

Then, that loving smile never leaving her face, she took off her clothes. Even though Trevor had even her naked many times before, watching the woman he loved strip was still a sight to behold. He was at such a loss for words that he barely moved when she entered the shower with him.

“Scoot,” she said. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

“I know,” said Trevor, “but…”

“No buts,” she said, silencing him with a finger to the lips. “I know it’s late. I know you’re overworked and over-stressed. That’s exactly why you need this…why we need this.”

Trevor wasn’t about to argue with a beautiful naked woman. He was more than happy to make some room for Rachel, who hadn’t been fast asleep after all. He was all too eager to enter her loving embrace, their naked bodies coming together in an almost desperate need for love and comfort. With the hot water still cascading down between them, he finally felt some semblance of relief.

“Are you going to at least let me say I’m sorry?” Trevor asked her as he held her in his powerful arms.

“You already did, remember?” Rachel reply.

“I know, but it’s worth saying again. I promised you I’d be home for dinner and I wasn’t. I keep trying to make time with you and things just keep getting in the way.”

“That’s bound to happen for someone trying to build his own business.”

“That’s not the point. What good is building something if you don’t even have a chance to share it? I’m not just doing this for me, remember? I’m doing this for us.”

“I know you are,” said Rachel, “and I love you for that. I also knew we were in for a lot of sleepless nights when I agreed to marry you…and I’m not just talking about our honeymoon.”

“Except that was sleepless for very different reasons,” he said with curt grin.

“But you’re not the only one who made big promises on our wedding day. I remember making a few of my own. And I’d like to keep one of them tonight while I have the chance.”

That sweet, caring tone in her voice made all stress from earlier melt away. Then, still standing in a naked wet embrace, she kissed him. It might have been the best possible remedy for such a long day. Tasting her lips while feeling her breasts press up against his chest was such a wonderful feeling. It helped remind him why he’d made such lofty promises to her in the first place.

For while, they just soaked it in, kissing and caressing one another under the steaming torrent of water. Rachel lovingly pawed his chest and back while he felt up her womanly curves, giving her butt some extra attention along the way. Despite all the stress he’d endured from a long day at work, his body still reacted to her sensual affections. He could already feel an arousal building between them.

Rachel must have felt it too because, as they kissed, her touching drifted down towards his lower body. Her hand soon made contact with his manhood, which was already semi-hard. Without saying another word, she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

“Rachel,” Trevor gasped as he felt his wife’s hand on his cock, “what are you doing?”

“Pleasing you,” was all she said.

That was all she needed to say. Still looking up at him with those loving eyes, she sensually licked her lips before taking his member into her mouth. It made his legs tremble, his knees almost buckling on the spot. Trevor had to hold onto the glossy walls of the shower for support, the sudden flood of sensations coursing through his body.

Rachel was skilled at a lot of things, but oral sex was one of her specialties. She knew just how he liked it, suckling his member with care and precision. She was so thorough, slithering her tongue along his manly length and squeezing the shaft with her firm grip. It was enough to divert the flow of blood in his body and refocus his thoughts on something other than work.

“Ooh Rachel!” Trevor moaned. “That’s just…what I need.”

That only encouraged her. With the water still falling around them, she sucked him harder, bobbing her head back and forth along his rigid length. Trevor soon found himself fully aroused and overwhelmed with desire. Looking at his wife, he no longer cared for broken promises or stressful nights. His only desire was to make love to her in the way she deserved.

“My love,” she said to him after giving his shaft one last lick, “I think you need something more.”

“So do you, my darling wife,” Trevor said with a grin, “so do you.”

Her eyes radiating a similar desire, she rose up from the shower floor. From there, Trevor took the initiative. Empowered with newfound passion and determined with renewed focus, he turned her around and pinned her up against the nearby wall so that her heart-shaped butt was pointed right at him. From there, lust and instinct took over.

Now positioned behind her, Trevor grabbed hold of her waist and aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. He then delivered an intimate thrust, entering Rachel’s womanly depths. Gasps and moans quickly followed. Their flesh now united in a passionate harmony, they began moving together under the torrent of water.

“Oh Rachel!” Trevor moaned.

“Mmm…are you pleased, my love?” Rachel moaned in response.

“Ooh yeah!”

She’d really done it. Moments ago, he’d been so anxious and restless. Now, he’d joined her in a shared daze of passion. He honestly couldn’t imagine a better remedy for such a long day.

As their naked bodies moved to the steady pace of their lovemaking, he lovingly kissed down her neck, savoring the taste of her naked skin. Rachel loved having her neck teased. It always drove her wild during their intimate moments. It showed in the way she bucked her hips in accord with his every thrust, using the wall as leverage every step of the way.

As the intensity escalated, his hand found hers and their fingers interlocked. Rachel also turned her head at times so they could share a loving kiss, a gesture of love to balance an act of raw lust. It led to more heated movements. Aided by both intense arousal and the steamy environment of the shower, his manly flesh slithered effortlessly within her womanly depths. Just as she knew how to please him in his most stressful moments, he knew how to please her too.

“Rachel, I…I’m getting close,” Trevor whispered into her ear.

“Me too, Trevor. Me…too!” Rachel gasped. “Let’s…let’s do it together!”

“You please me. I please you. It’s only fair.”

It couldn’t have been more fitting, him returning the favor for her going out of her way. She was such a good woman. She deserved the best and Trevor was going to give it to her.

For the final push to ecstasy, he withdrew from her briefly and turned her around. He then pinned her up against the shower wall again, hitched her leg up over his arm, and entered her again. He made sure to be extra fervent with the pace of their lovemaking, locking eyes with his beautiful wife and caressing her face in preparation for the final moment. When it arrived, the look of joy on her face made every stressful day so worth it.

“Oohhhh Trevor!”

It was a sight to behold, his wife climaxing before his eyes. There was something extra special about it in the steamy ambiance of their shower. It made his own descent into ecstasy that much more satisfying.

In that moment, it all came together. She clung it him desperately as orgasmic bliss consumed her body. He held onto her as white hot pleasure surged through him, his manly flesh throbbing within her hot depths. A mixing of their juices coupled with intense sensations made for a harmonious culmination, one that felt as rewarding as keeping a promise.

“Trevor,” Rachel said, her face still awash with passion, “I still believe in you…in us.”

“Yeah…me too,” said Trevor breathlessly.

“You haven’t…broken your promises. You’re doing…your part. I want to do mine too.”

“You are, Rachel,” he said with a wide grin. “You most certainly are. And I won’t forget that again. I promise.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Doctors And Nurses

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Some sexy fantasies are so common that we don’t scrutinize them anymore. It’s not just because porn, chick flicks, and erotica/romance novels, some of which I wrote, often utilize them to get peoples’ blood flowing in all the right directions, either. They’re so prevalent that we assume the appeal is inherent. We don’t really give it much thought beyond that.

Chief among those kinds of fantasies involve doctors and nurses. Talk to most straight men and they’ll perk up a bit when describing a sexy nurse. Talk to most straight women and they’ll get a little excited when describing a tall, handsome, deep-voiced doctor. Whether it involves a stripper costume or George Clooney, there’s a great deal of sexiness associated with those in the medical field.

A sexy nurse and a sexy doctor aren’t just people who make wearing a stethoscope sexy. These are people who help us when we’re at our most vulnerable. When we’re sick, all the strength and reliance that carries us through the day takes a hit. We have to rely on someone else to help us. That’s rarely a good feeling, but doctors and nurses do more than most to help make us better.

They don’t just heal us. They care for us in an intimate way. They understand the workings of the human body and how to treat it. There’s something inherently sensual about that. Looking like George Clooney helps, but just being someone will comfort and heal your wounded body is enough to inspire any number of fantasies.

This Daily Sexy Musing isn’t just a tribute to the George Clooneys or Dr. House’s of our collective fantasy. It’s a deeper insight into the thoughts and desires that inspire such fantasies in the first place. Being sick is awful, but the fact it can inspire such a common fantasy is a testament to just how sexy doctors and nurses can be.

I feel awful. Everything aches. My body is failing me. Nothing I do helps. I’m so weak and frail. It’s like I’m withering from the inside out. Neither strength nor will is enough. I need help. I need your healing touch.

You brave my wounded presence.

You endure my distressed disposition.

You share your strength with me.

You use your special knowledge, wisdom, and skill.

From where I lay, you are an angel. You come to me in my time of need, not needing prayer or sacrifice. The cries of the sick are your siren’s song. You comfort the weak and console wounded. I place great trust in you and that trust is rewarded.

Over time, my strength returns to me. Thanks to your special expertise, I am healed. My spirit regains its fire. The body that failed me is working once more. However, you did something special to me when you healed it. Specifically, you left an indelible mark on my heart.

You’re still my angel.

You’re still my renewed spirit.

You’re still the strength that I regained.

In you, I see more than one who heals the sick. I am in awe, both of your skill and how you choose to use it. Around the weak, you share your strength. You confront the illness, rather than recoil from it. I gave you such power over me, trusting you to use it to make me whole. You used that power wisely. My awe only grows.

To my healer, I am eternally grateful.

To the one behind the medicine, you mean more to me than your knowledge.

Whatever uniform you wear or tools you use, I see a gift and a spirit that makes any soul beautiful. Like any beauty, I am drawn to it. Unlike most beauty, I owe it my life. From my weakest to my strongest, I give myself to you. Once again, I trust in your healing touch.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Uniforms And Authority

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When it comes to people in positions of authority, we all tend to have mixed feelings. On one hand, we hate being told what to do. On the other, we find ourselves drawn to powerful people. Whether they’re a king, a cop, or just someone who could beat you up with their pinkie finger, they have a uniquely sensual effect on us.

It’s part of the psychology behind BDSM. It’s also part of the psychology behind people with daddy issues, mommy issues, or someone with a cop fetish. These people have power over us. They can do things to us that other people could not get away with. If we have some sort of intimate trust with them, they’ll use that power lovingly and respectfully. The fact that they might not is scary, but also thrilling.

Whether it’s through BDSM or sexy costumes at a strip club, authority figures are always going to have power over us. It’s when that power takes on a sexual connotation that we feel that impact. For some, it’s a fetish. For others, it’s a kink. For this Daily Sexy Musing, it’s an acknowledgement of the intimate power that authority figures wield over us. Whether it gets you an orgasm or a parking ticket, it’s worth celebrating.

You stand before me wearing a neatly pressed uniform, poised like a titan amongst rodents. I look at you with awe and reference, trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I think of all the things you could do to me without consequence. One part of me is terrified. The other is intensely aroused. Guess which one I heed?

You have so much power.

You have so much authority.

Under you, I am nothing.

Under you, I am your subordinate.

I kneel like I’m in the presence of royalty. My heart races and my palms sweat. I hope for your mercy, but don’t expect it. You have all the leverage. My only choice is how much I trust in you. For you to show mercy without recourse requires affection. Any affection from you is like love from an angel, one who can deliver a very intimate kind of miracle.

I submit willingly, choosing love and trust. Everything from this moment forward is in your hands. I am free of all freedom, bound by the will of another. I need not think, understand, or contemplate. My heart, body, and soul are yours.

You finally exercise your power.

You place your hand upon me.

You demonstrate your power and strength.

You make my will yours.

My world ends and ours begins. Fear melts away under the weight of your power. You make stern, concise demands. I follow them willingly and eagerly. You remain in your prestigious uniform. I am stripped bare, my flesh exposed for you to seize.

Your power and authority leave me so vulnerable. Only my trust and your affection can protect me now. From my weakness and your strength, we can find balance. Through balance, we complete one another.

I want to give myself to you.

I want you to take it.

You have the power.

You have the authority.

Use it on me.

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“Nina’s First Orgy” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories about people who had undergone major transformations after losing their faith and receiving sex therapy. Not all those transformations were as extreme as this one, but they made for some amazing stories. I hope this one is just as enjoyable.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Mrs. James?” said a concerned young woman.

“No,” said Nina plainly, “there’s no way I could ever be ready for this. But I don’t care. I’m doing this! And don’t call me Mrs. James.”

“Sorry, I was just trying…”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You can stop pretending I’m that frail. Mrs. Nina James was another person in another life. I’m trying to become someone else…someone who feels real.”

The Nina who said those words sounded very different from the Nina eight months, two weeks, and three days ago. The woman currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror at private club in the city might as well have been a total stranger. Compared to the woman formerly known as Nina James, she was the complete antithesis of the person in the reflection.

Not long ago, Nina James was the reserved, soft-spoken wife of a prominent businessman. Together, they lived in the same devoutly religious and very affluent community in which they’d grown up. She’d gone to a private school all her life while her husband was home-schooled by his rich, well-connected parents. In both cases, they’d been brought up with the same rigid piety that had defined their community for generations.

She was a good, virtuous woman of the faith, exercising restraint and modesty all her life.

He had been an upstanding, respected man of God, conducting himself as a man of high values and unflappable ethics.

“It was never real…not for a second,” Nina told her reflection, ignoring the worried look from the woman next to her.

On paper, theirs was a love blessed by angels. They were soul-mates, sharing the same devotion that everyone in their community had preached. She made it a point to do everything right, following all the rules that went with dating her future husband. She was so restrained, not even kissing him until he proposed. Every illicit urge or inclination was suppressed to the utmost.

Even on her wedding night, she’d exercised restraint. That fateful moment when she first gave herself to her husband was supposed to be the culmination of her devotion. However, it ended up being the first sign that she’d been living a lie and so had everyone around her.

“Well, if you’re ready,” the woman next to her said, “go ahead and take off your clothes. If you want, I can give you some panties that might…”

“No,” Nina said, cutting her off, “no panties…no stockings…no nothing. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to be totally naked.”

Still ignoring the concerned gaze of the woman next to her, Nina stripped out of black dress she’d worn to the club. It was modest, not showing off her breasts and not revealing anything above her knee-caps. It had once been the standard attire of Mrs. Nina James, reflecting her commitment to modesty. Taking it off was almost as liberating as changing her married name and escaping the lies that once dominated her life.

She didn’t even suspect such lies, although her wedding night offered her first clue. She’d been taught by parents, friends, and religious types that sex was going to be uncomfortable at first. It would take a while before it started feeling good. They never mentioned anything about being aroused, the female orgasm, or even the specifics of her own anatomy. She had to figure that out on her own, only to be told not to enjoy it too much because it was sinful.

Nina wished she could cuss out every person who’d told her that as she kicked off her shoes, undid her bra, and slid her panties down her legs. That left her fully nude in front of a full-bodied mirror, her legs, breasts, butt, and genitals feely exposed. Just looking at it and admiring it felt like an affront to every pious fraud in her community.

“I see you shaved,” the woman next to her said, her glace narrowing on her pelvis.

“I hear men like it clean-shaven,” Nina said, still acting like it was no big deal.

“Some do, but others prefer a little bush,” she said. “I maintain a landing strip, but if that helps you feel more comfortable…”

“I’m not doing this because I want to be comfortable. In fact, tonight is all about pursuing the exact opposite.”

That surprised the woman standing next to her, whose name Nina refused to remember. Wearing a fancy G-string thong and stiletto shoes, she’d clearly done what she was about to do many times before. She just wasn’t used to a first-timer being so eager.

If she knew even half of her story, she would understand. Beyond getting mixed and incomplete messages about her body, Nina had spent years of her life living a lie in a world she thought she knew. She genuinely believed her husband loved her. She even believed that the sex they had was normal and right. That all changed on one fateful day when she literally stumbled onto the truth.

“To hell with modesty and everything that came with it,” Nina said to her naked reflection.

That was blasphemy in the highest order, but it was totally warranted. That moment was still burned in her mind, visiting her husband at the office the day before his birthday. Instead of catching him tending to his family business, he caught him in the middle of a lurid act that involved two other women and a man.

At first, she was shocked. Then, she was disgusted. After she learned the truth, though, she became enraged.

“It’s time I stop hiding from my desires,” she said. “I want to…no, I need to know how wrong I was for so many years.”

The woman next to her remained silent. She was a “manager” at the private club, but not the kind associated with modest business activities. She and the club she helped operate worked in the same decadent world that she’d once abhorred.

That world had always been closer than she’d thought. After uncovering her husband’s activities, she found out that he’d been engaged in such debauchery for years. It wasn’t just with other women. He’d fooled around with men as well, behavior that he and everyone in the community deemed immoral.

She thought it was an anomaly and that the man she loved had simply descended into sin. She’d been taught all her life that sin could be cured with more piety. Then, Nina discovered that his behavior was no anomaly. It was distressingly normal.

Her husband wasn’t the only man who engaged in private debauchery. In fact, most of the men in his family engaged in similar activities, so much so that it was expected. If that weren’t bad enough, she learned that some of the women even helped, living secretly sinful lives of their own. They did all of that one day before telling a congregation of people the next on the value of chastity and reservation.

Nina decided, shortly after, that she could handle a crisis of faith. She could even handle people she thought she loved keeping secrets from her. However, she could not handle hypocrisy on that level. It led her to make a fateful choice, one that started with an ill-advised divorce and led her to a private club in a city far from her home town.

“Before you head out there, I want to disclose a few formal particulars,” the woman said.

“I already know every one of them,” Nina said.

“You’re still a newbie so I want to say them,” she continued. “Most of the men and women here are experienced. They’re screened, they’re clean, and they know the ground rules. If, at any point, you start to get uncomfortable, just say the safe word and we’ll step in. If there’s something you don’t want them to do, just say it outright and we’ll make sure they listen.”

“I understand, but I don’t intend to play it safe tonight. It’s an orgy, not a game of chess. Let every guy know they can fuck me every which way. They can touch any body part, come in every hole, and be as rough as they want with me.”

“That may be a lot for someone doing this for the first time.”

“Like I said, I don’t care,” Nina told her. “I paid the membership fee. I shaved my pussy. I even bought my own bottle of lube. I want this…all of it.”

She could tell the woman looking at her remained hesitant. Nina couldn’t blame her, but she’d already made up her mind. She was really going to do it. She was going to take part in an orgy and less than a year after her once-upstanding life fell apart, no less.

Some might call that an unhealthy overreaction for someone who’d just learned about the lies and hypocrisy that once filled her life. Those people might even be right, to some extent. Nina didn’t care if they were. She’d been such a good, virtuous woman all her life. Looking in the mirror, she realized just how much that woman failed to reflect her true self.

“In that case,” the woman said, “go on out into to den. I’ll officially designate you as a rainbow girl.”

“Is that the do-whatever-you-want-to-her label I paid for?” Nina asked.

“It is,” she said, “and I know it’s not my business, but whatever brought you here – however bad or weird it might have been – I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.”

Nina finally turned towards the older woman in the thong and stilettoes. She briefly shed her determined demeanor and offered a thankful nod. She appreciated her concern, but remained secure in her decision. If she was going to unleash all the decadence she’d repressed for so long, then she would go all out.

Leaving the woman behind with her concerns, Nina made her way towards the main entrance that separated the changing rooms from the main area of the private club. Other women wearing more elaborate attire, from crotch-less panties to theatrical masks, walked by as well. She was among the few who just went out completely naked, no attire, jewelry, or role to play. She was just a young, naked, horny woman looking to vent a lifetime of suppressed lust.

“Finally!” she said to herself. “It’s time to see what I’ve been missing.”

Nina, not looking back for a second, walked through the doors that were heavily guarded by private officers. From there, she entered a domain of unrepentant, unfiltered debauchery the likes of which she’d never encountered. She didn’t bother bracing herself, promising that she’d dive right into it without a shred of doubt. Even with such certainty, she was shocked.

“My God,” Nina gasped.

Her reaction felt ironic, given her past piety. If she had witnessed the sight before her a year ago, she would’ve have been aghast. Instead, she was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

The private club that she’d worked so hard to join – which included a screening process, a hefty fee, and host of other obstacles that only someone with plenty of money from a rich ex-husband – had given form and substance to the sin she once resisted. The facility itself had once been an upscale restaurant. It was now a fully-functioning club, complete with a bar, a DJ, colorful lights, and beaming music. However, the true action was in the center of the den, as they called it.

Amidst an elaborate array of cots, mini-beds, and love seats was a full-blown orgy. Dozens of people, almost all of them naked, were engaged in a wide array of sex acts. Women lay on the dirty floor with men on top of them, humping with reckless abandon. Men sat on various pieces of furniture with a woman in their lap, riding their dicks without restraint. Some women had two men fucking them simultaneously, being penetrated from behind while giving oral sex in front. A couple were even sandwiched between two men, one penetrating her pussy and the other penetrating her ass. Some men had two women on top of him, one riding his dick while other rode her face. There were even areas where two women went at it and others where men made out too.

It was a sea of naked bodies, moving and grinding together in a sweaty heap of flesh. All the while, a DJ – who also happened to be naked and receiving oral sex – played face-paced dance music that set the tone for the decadence. Some used it to set a fervent rhythm for their sexual depravity. Others just ignored it. Even over the noise, Nina could hear all the moans and grunts of so many lurid acts.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

“Oohhh yeah! Fuck, I love it! I fucking love to fuck!”

Those were just some of the vulgar proclamation of bliss that echoed from the heap of bodies. Every act that should’ve repulsed her lay bare before her, literally and figuratively. Instead of running away or gagging in disgust, she found it genuinely alluring, as well as very arousing.

“So much sex…so much sin,” Nina said distantly. “It’s beautiful.”

In admiring the sight before her, she affirmed what she’d already uncovered in the days after her lurid discovery. Everything she thought she knew about sex, sexuality, and her body had been a lie. What she saw wasn’t a manifestation of evil or temptation. It was an experience that she truly desired.

“Like what you see?” joked a half-naked man who walked by her.

“Yes,” Nina said distantly, “yes, I do.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Dive right in! Get that pretty little ass of yours some action!”

She reacted as though she’d just broken the chains that has kept her shackled to the lies of the past. The fraud, hypocrisy, and willful ignorance that so many back home had accepted finally released her from their grasp. With her heart pounding and her pussy in overdrive, she entered the sea of bodies and let the debauchery consume her.

“I’m here! This is my first orgy!” Nina shouted over the music.

Some nearby people cheered, a few of them in the midst of multiple orgasms. She closed her eyes and started dancing, moving in ways her parents and peers would’ve scorned back home. She shook her butt, swayed her hips, and played with her breasts. There was no modesty, whatsoever. Every inch of skin was there for all to see, admire, and lust over. It wasn’t long before some, mostly men, took notice.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some men were in between partners. Others had just arrived and sat off to the side, as if waiting for the opportunity to find the right lover. Some were older, middle-aged men who looked remarkably comfortable at an orgy. Some were young, looking as overwhelmed as she’d been by the sight. When they looked at her, though, she sensed a singular desire unit them.

“Somebody…anybody…take me!” Nina called out.

The men responded quickly. Almost immediately, she felt multiple hands reach out and touch her naked body. One found her breast. The other found her butt. A couple others trailed up her legs. One even got in between her thighs and slipped a finger into her vagina. They weren’t very careful, but they weren’t rough either. It still evoked a powerful reaction.

“You have nice breasts,” said one man.

“Such smooth skin,” said another.

“Damn! You’re already really wet,” said the one fingering her.

It was such an alien feeling, having hands from multiple men touching her body. It felt nothing like the way her ex-husband had touched her. He’d always been so formal, going through the motions that she thought were virtuous and right. He’d get on top of her, enter her, and hump until he blew his load, which rarely took long. For the longest time, she thought that was good sex. Nina was eager to update that understanding.

“Don’t be shy, boys,” she teased, daring to sound sexy. “Feel me up however you want. Get those dicks of yours nice and hard!”

“I like the way you think!” said one of the man. “What’s your name, anyways?”

“No names,” Nina said. “For now, I’m just free pussy for any handsome stud who wants some!”

That really got the men excited. They began fondling and groping her with less reservation. The man fondling her breasts gave them a firm squeeze, pinching her nipples in ways her ex-husband ad never dared. The one fingering her pussy slipped in another finger, probing deep and stimulating areas she didn’t know existed. A couple others even leaned in to kiss her face and neck, trailing their lips over her naked skin and tasting her flesh.

Other men gravitated towards her, like animals sensing a woman in heat. They eagerly reached in to cop a feel. Not all of them succeeded, but those that did were rewarded. Nina reached out and pawed their chests, caressed their faces, and kissed a few. She even dared to use a little tongue, something her ex-husband once thought disgusting. She quickly learned she enjoyed the taste of hot, manly flesh. She enjoyed it a lot.

The men enjoyed it just as much. After all the groping and kissing, several men got fully aroused. She could feel their erect dicks rubbing up against her thighs and torso. They wanted to be inside her. She wanted to it too, but in ways they never could’ve understood. How could they without living a life of misguided suppression?

“A think you’re ready,” the man fingering her pussy whispered.

“So are you,” Nina said, reaching down and grabbing his cock.

“Let’s take this to the center stage! I think the whole club is going to want to see this!”

The idea of being the center of attention in a den of decadence, others watching as she indulged in the sin she once abhorred, evoked a wide range of feelings. From excitement to uncertainty, it felt like she had just dove head-first into a pit of inescapable depravity. All she could do at that point was fall in and see how deep it went.

With a half-dozen horny mean surrounding her, each now sporting full-blown erections, Nina made her way towards the central area of the club. In that area was a large blue mat, not unlike the ones used at gyms and Yoga studios. She’d seen other couples using it to engage in various sex acts. They all made room for her, as if to put on a show.

“Looks like we’ve got an attention whore, tonight,” one woman said.

“My favorite kind of whore,” said a man standing next to her. “She’s either really new or really horny.”

“I’m guessing she’s both.”

As the men laid her down on the mat, a small crowd gathered around to watch the lurid spectacle unfold. Nina could feel their astonished eyes on them. Having been shy most her life, never even sitting in the front row at church, it was quite a shift. At the same time, it felt like something she needed to do. She needed to show everyone in the club, as well as herself, who she truly was.

Now on her back, the horny men surrounding her at every side, there was no escaping. She was going to get ravaged. She was going to indulge to an extent that had once been unthinkable. Moreover, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

“I’m ready!” Nina proclaimed over the music. “Somebody…anybody…start fucking me!”

The first lucky man, whose name and face she didn’t even know, managed to get ahead of the others. He got on top of her, hitched her legs over his shoulders, and thrust his dick into her waiting depths. He wasn’t gentle or careful like her ex-husband. As soon as he was inside her, he began hammering away with greedy lust.

“Oohhh yeah!” the man said. “This pussy…so nice and tight!”

Nina let out a deep moan, but it was drowned out by both the music and the grunts of the man. The sensations of deep, hard penetration surged through her body. They felt amazing. It was so different when she was actually aroused and genuinely wanted sex. Whenever she and her ex-husband did it, her pussy never got that wet. That made sex uncomfortable at times. She thought that was normal. She now knew how wrong that was.

It wasn’t some duty or formality. It was a real, intoxicating desire. She could enjoy it just as much as the man fucking her. That shouldn’t have been such a radical concept, but her entire upbringing had taught her otherwise. The idea that it could feel that good further confirmed the breadth of the lies she’d been taught.

“Ohhh yes!” Nina cried out. “So good…it feels so fucking good!”

“That’s it, girl! Enjoy every last bit of that cock!” said one of the women.

It was good advice of the most sinful variety. Nina embraced it gladly and so did the man fucking her. He humped harder and faster, pumping his member into his folds in pursuit of greater pleasure. Nina matched his efforts, using one of her hands to stimulate her clitoris, a part of her body that she didn’t even know about until recently. It helped them achieve feeling they sought.

“I’m…I’m coming!” the man grunted. “I’m real close!”

“Me too!” Nina said. “Please…do it inside me. I want…to feel…your come!”

The man didn’t hesitate. Nina wasn’t even sure she heard him. It didn’t matter. The results were the same. The man pumped his cock inside her a few more times before going over the edge, letting out an extra-deep grunt as he ejaculated into her pussy. As the that hot, thick fluid filled her depths, Nina crossed the threshold as well and climaxed.

“Ohhh I feel it!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m coming!”

It hit her like a wave crashing over every inch of her naked body, the sweet surge of sexual release. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and her inner muscles throbbed mercilessly in a wondrous descend into orgasmic delight. It was a feeling she’d grown to love for reasons beyond the inherent pleasure.

Before she learned the truth, Nina didn’t even know what an orgasm was. She certainly didn’t have one with her ex-husband. It wasn’t until she broke down, watched some porn, and learned the true extent of the female body’s capabilities. It didn’t just trigger a sexual awakening that eventually led her to her first orgy. It revealed just how much of herself she’d been suppressing.

The theatrics of her first orgasm actually earned her applause from some of the onlookers. Even the man who’d just fucked her seemed impressed, smiling at her in a way only possible after satisfying sex.

“Wow!” he said. “You are…quite a woman.”

“That, she is,” said a man next to him. “So why don’t you step aside and let the rest of us find out for ourselves!”

The man, showing uncanny courtesy for an orgy, withdrew his member from her and moved aside. Nina didn’t even have a chance to close her legs before the other man got on top of her and guided his erect cock into her pussy, not at all minding the various sexual fluids dripping from her folds.

“Mmm…yeah!” the man said. “This pussy is amazing!”

“Yes! Please…keep fucking it,” Nina urged, still in an orgasmic daze. “Don’t stop fucking me! I want more! I…need more!”

The man gladly abided, humping her with the same vigor as the first man. The DJ put on more music, as if to provide extra rhythm. Other onlookers kept cheering, encouraging her rather than condemning her. No one called her a sinner, a slut, or a harlot. She was just another horny girl engaging in some extra indulgence.

“That’s it, girl! Get it! Get it good!” said one of the women.

“I have a feeling she’s going to be real popular here,” one of the men said.

Nina replied with more moans, coupled with beaming grins of ecstasy. Her body still ached from her first orgasm, but she already longed for another. The man fucking her even helped, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he worked his manhood into her. It was more generous than her husband had ever been, as well as more enjoyable.

As that man fucked her, others moved in closer to join the fun. A couple of men, each also bearing erections, rubbed their cocks in her face and over her bouncing breasts. Nina, eager to accommodate such generous studs, used her free hands to stroke them off. Before long, she began sucking them as well, showing off her nascent oral sex skills.

“Ooh! She sucks dick too,” said one of the men.

“And she sucks it good!” said the other.

That was an encouraging reaction. They probably had no idea that her lips had never touched a penis until recently. Oral sex was just one of many disgusting acts that were supposed to repulse her. Then, she realized how good it felt to taste a big, hard hunk of man-flesh with her mouth.

She didn’t consider herself an expert, but Nina knew how to get the job done. As the man fucking her pussy stepped up the pace, she sucked the two dicks near her even harder. It wasn’t long before they climaxed as well.

“Oohhh yeah, I’m coming!” one of the guys grunted.

“Me…too!” said the other.

It didn’t happen at the same time, but it was still made for quite a show. The first man shot his load right into her mouth, bombarding her with that unique, salty texture. It wasn’t the best taste in the world, but it had its appeal. Nina treated it like a delicacy, of sorts.

As she licked up that load, another sprayed onto her face and breasts. It was thick, but mixed perfectly with the sweat she’d worked up already. It brought tangible substance to the feeling she sought. What had once been messy, disgusting, and immoral had now become exciting, fun, and pleasurable.

“Mmm…I love it!” Nina proclaimed. “More! Give me more cock!”

“Damn! How much is she going to take?” asked one of the onlookers.

“Only one way to find out!” she said playfully.

She eagerly welcomed other men with fresh boners and began sucking them off. At around the same time, the man fucking her pussy climaxed as well. Unlike the first man, he pulled out and shot his load onto her breasts, adding to the spectacle. Some cheered him on while others laughed. Nina never lost focus, though. She kept on indulging, seeking more and more sex.

As if to make it easier, she rolled over so that she was on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped butt presented to a line of horny men. That allowed her to better give oral sex to the men in front of her while the men behind her enjoyed her hungry flesh. She even shook her butt a bit to welcome another man. She didn’t see who ended up getting to the front of the line and she didn’t care. She just felt that sudden thrust of another penis into her vagina, followed by more humping.

The continued flow of sensations kept her deep in her daze. It also added more motivation to her oral sex efforts. She sucked off two more men in front of her, getting two loads on her face in the process. She didn’t even take the time to wipe off their fluid before two more replaced them. Some had been waiting anxiously, stroking themselves off to stay hard. Nina had no intention of leaving them unsatisfied.

“My turn!” said one of the men.

“Don’t take too long!” said another. “I want some too!”

“Don’t worry, boys. There’s plenty to go around!” Nina told them.

She went to work satisfying them too. Shortly after she began sucking, another orgasm rocked her body. The man fucking her from behind was more endowed than most, stimulating her deepest depths in just the right way to send her over the edge. It was probably the quickest she’d ever climaxed a second time in one night. It led her to further reconsider the sexual potential of the female body.

“Don’t stop!” Nina cried out. “Please…keep…fucking me!”

“You got it, babe!” said a man behind her, whose face she didn’t even see.

It quickly devolved – or evolved, if she were being more honest – into a full-blown gangbang. She was the maestro of unfretted decadence and the men were her orchestra. One-by-one, the men took turns fucking her. Those who didn’t get to enjoy her pussy got a thorough helping of oral sex. Even those who got their orgasms lingered around her, urging her on. One man even parted her hair behind her ears when it got messy. It was an odd show of manners for an orgy.

“You’ve got quite the sexy spirit,” the man told her. “I’m glad you’re here!”

“I’m sure you are,” said a woman nearby.

“Hey, we can never have too many cute girls who just love to indulge!”

Others nearby laughed and cheered some more. It almost seemed like a celebration, as though she’d achieved something by finding them and going all out with her decadent desires. They weren’t immoral beasts. They weren’t monstrous sinners. They were just people who enjoyed sex way more than most. Something about that was genuinely profound. Nina had come to her first orgy expecting a lot of strange experiences, but that might have been the strangest.

Whether by encouragement or pent up lust, she kept the gangbang going. She sucked off several men while getting fucked from behind by several more, achieving multiple orgasms in the process. Some men lasted longer. Some humped harder. Most came inside her while a few just came on her, simply following their desires as much as she followed hers. It was, by far, the most mutually satisfying sex act she’d ever had. The fact it happened during an orgy said a lot.

Nina even learned a few kinks along the way. During one especially rough romp, a guy gave her butt a hard swat. It caught her by surprise, but she didn’t mind. She also found out she enjoyed having her hair pulled and her breasts rubbed during sex, so much so that she laughed playfully after it led her to another orgasm.

“Keep that up and I might just make that a fetish,” Nina teased.

“Well, this is the perfect place for that,” said one of the women watching.

More and more, she embraced the decadent spirit that had awakened within. She kept sucking and fucking every man nearby, taking it from both ends and recklessly pursuing the pleasure that came with such lewd acts. Along the way, her body shifted and contorted to her lustful whims. She ended up on her back again a few times. At one point, she lay flat on her stomach for a particularly bulky guy. One man even showed off his upper-body strength by lifting her up off the floor and bouncing her up and down his cock. That got her and the man an extra-loud applause.

“Show off!” said one of the men.

“I…don’t…mind!” Nina said.

“That’s all that matters,” said the man fucking her.

She went through every position she could. She lost track of how many orgasms she had. She just kept pushing herself, searching for the true limit of her desires. It might have been the most strenuous thing she’d done to her body and she’d run track in high school.

Eventually, fatigue caught up with her. Like running a marathon, she hit the proverbial wall. That still didn’t stop her from making one last sprint towards ecstasy. She managed to find one more man with a raging boner and pinned him on the floor. She then got on top of him, sweat and sexual fluids dripping down her naked body, and began riding him like a woman possessed.

“One more!” she cried out. “Just…one…more!”

“Go for it, girl!” said a female onlooker. “You’re on a roll!”

“It’s not a record, but it’s still impressive!” said one of the men.

Encouraged and energized, Nina rode the nameless man’s cock to ecstasy. She didn’t care if she was going to be sore and exhausted tomorrow. She wanted to feel that peak one last time. She wanted to verify once more that the sinful feelings felt as right as she thought.

She pushed herself, gyrating her hips and squeezing her breasts extra hard as she made the final push. When the orgasm hit, she finally ceased her movements, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she let out one last cry to the heavens. It was like a proclamation to the deity she’d been worshiping all her life. She still had mixed feelings about that deity, but refused to believe that something so pleasurable wasn’t also divine on some levels.

“Oohhh God!” Nina cried out. “This…this is it. This…is what I’ve been seeking.”

It was a final affirmation on top of an orgasmic proclamation. She’d lived in a world of lies and hypocrisy. She’d denied feeling desires that had been brimming within. Finally, in a den of decadence and sin, she embraced the real, honest truth.

Her mind remained dazed with ecstasy while her body ached with pleasure. She was so winded that she could barely remain upright. The man she’d been riding ended up catching her as she collapsed on top of him. She couldn’t even tell if he’d climaxed, but he didn’t seem to hold that against her.

“Looks like you finally got enough,” he said.

“In more ways than one,” commented a woman.

Like teammates aiding an injured player, a couple women helped Nina decouple from the man and rise back to her feet. They then escorted her to one of the sofas. Along the way, she got one last round of cheers.

“Way to go, girl! You really raised the bar for newbies!”

“That is one hell of a woman. She’s going to fit right in!”

“Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow!”

“I don’t think she cares.”

If Nina weren’t so tired, sweaty, and dripping with sexual fluids, she would’ve laughed. That didn’t stop her from grinning widely, her expression beaming with a rare satisfaction. It wasn’t just because of all the sex and orgasms, either. She finally dared to satisfy a feeling that she’d long-since suppressed. What had once seemed so wrong now felt so right. It led to an inescapable truth.

She was not the reserved, restrained woman who once prided herself on following the rules and condemning sin. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, celebrated her desires, and embraced those who shared in that sentiment. Nina’s old world had fallen apart. Now, in the midst of her first orgy, she looked forward to building a new one in which she could be her true self.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Party Time

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Who doesn’t enjoy a good party? Even if you don’t consider yourself a social person by nature, there’s no denying that a fun, festive gathering has a way of boosting everyone’s spirit. Why else would New Years, Mardi Gras, and bachelor/bachelorette parties be so popular?

I say that as someone who, at one point, was not a party person. In my defense, I was a socially-awkward teenager with a terrible acne problem and no dancing skills. For me, going to a party was like going to the dentist. I only went because I had to. I couldn’t enjoy it. I could only endure it. Over time, that changed.

Between college breaking me out of my shell and several weddings that helped me refine my partying skills, I came to appreciate what a good party brings to the table. I also came to appreciate the unique sex appeal it can create. I’m not just talking about bachelor/bachelorette parties either. Even a casual gathering can take on a uniquely intimate feel.

A good party will get people moving, draw people together, and maybe even get some sexy sparks flying. It’s one of those primal forces that brings people together. While there is real science behind they psychology good party, you don’t need to know the particulars to have fun. For this Daily Sexy Musing, I’m just going to focus on the fun stuff and all the sexy undertones that come with it.

There’s loud music playing.

There’s alcohol available at every turn.

There’s bodies moving, closely and intimately.

There’s a mood in the air, growing more intense with every passing second.

I feel it. I know you feel it too. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. We just stop trying to put what we feel into words and let our bodies do the talking. It’s exhilarating, but honest. I can say so much to myself and others, just by being in the middle of such controlled chaos. For once, I understand what I need and want. The only question is who shares those feelings with me?

In the midst of revelry and inhibition, I forget why there’s a party in the first place. I sense others have since forgotten as well. Time, space, and memory quickly lose meaning. All that we know is in the present. All that we want and seek is nearby. We need only embrace it.

I abandon my restraint and cut loose.

I move erratically and intimately around a sea of total strangers.

I tell the world that I’m having fun and I don’t care who knows it.

It’s not my true self, nor is it a lie either. In this festive moment, I am who I’ve always been, but at my most free. I wear every passion on my sleeve. I don’t hesitate to reach out and share myself with others. I am what I need to be, for myself and others. Whoever shares that need is welcome to join me.

In the spirit of the party, I am my greatest champion.

In the heat of the moment, I am as open as I’ll ever be.

In the ambiance that surrounds us, I am what I hope to be.

This is the best possible moment for you to approach me. Within this feeling lays the greatest opportunity to make that intimate connection. Through the noise, the music, the cheering, and the festivities, I give myself to the world. I am ready and eager to love. That, more than anything, is worth celebrating.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Friends And Benefits

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I’ve always found the concept of friends with benefits to be a complicated way of confronting a simple situation. People get horny. Not everyone has romantic chemistry, but they still have sexual chemistry. Even as a romance fan, I don’t deny that. For some, it is possible to want to have sex with someone, but not be in love with them.

Sex and intimacy are basic human needs. I feel like friends with benefits is a byproduct of a modern world where people are free to be individuals, but aren’t always equipped to navigate the emotional landscape around them. Our culture places a high value on true love and monogamy, but is less inclined these to get in the way of people pursuing other sexual arrangements.

In some cases, it triggers a moral panic that terrifies parents and frustrates teachers. In others, it inspires a couple of sub-par romantic movies. This erratic approach to the concept of friends with benefits makes it difficult to explore. It can ruin friendships forever or blossom into a romance that lasts a lifetime. The outcome varies wildly from couple to couple.

Erratic or not, there’s still a unique sex appeal that emerges through friends with benefits. Even if you subtract the romance, it still has more depth than a one-night stand or a drunken hook-up. I believe that depth can have greater meaning beyond the sex itself. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of delving into that meaning. Enjoy!

You are my friend.

You are my lover.

You aren’t my soul mate.

You aren’t my true love.

Even so, I come to you when I need an intimate embrace. You are there for me, just as I am there for you. There’s no elaborate display or romantic gesture. There’s just two people, coming together and seeking relief. It’s a beautiful thing, but only to a point. There is purpose, but with limited potential.

There’s a time for friends and there’s a time for love. With us, we can only have one, but not the other. A friend will listen and console you. There is love, but not the kind that fosters romance. To be with someone is not the same as just being around them. I can’t be with you, but I can be there for you.

Being there means giving a part of ourselves.

Being there means offering comfort.

Being there means being close without being in love.

It’s in those moments when a friend can offer more without being a lover. They can touch you, hold you, and caress you until that primal need is filled. It’s so simple and basic, intimate touch coupled with a sweet release. It gives us moments of bliss mixed with moments of contentment. We may not have love, but we still have each other.

For now, that’s all we need. It’s the most we can offer. It doesn’t fulfill every desire, but it’s enough to keep our hearts intact. We can still find love, even if it’s not with each other. That time will come. We’ll both be ready for it. Until then, this will do.

We are still friends.

We are still lovers.

We cherish the benefits.

We cherish each other.

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“Role Reversal” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after hearing how some couples engaged in sexy role playing. There are a great many ways to spice up a relationship, no matter what stage it’s at. Role playing is one of the easiest and most flexible. This story should get that point across. Enjoy!

“You looking for a good time, hot stuff? Because I’m all about good times…for a price!”

Gloria “Glory” Pyre chuckled to herself, but tried to take the kinky sight before her seriously. That wasn’t easy because her husband, Brett Pyre, didn’t usually wear a black leather jacket, skin-tight pants, undersized shirts, and enough of hair-care products to open his own salon. He hadn’t worn something that elaborate since their wedding day and even then, he didn’t go so overboard with the aftershave.

She still humored him, though. Pretending to be shy and reserved, she opened the door to the hotel room they’d rented and welcomed him.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Steadman,” she said.

“That’s Studman, ma’am,” he said boldly.

“Right…Mr. Studman,” Glory said, still trying not to laugh. “Please…won’t you come in?”

“That depends. Are you the same Glory who reserved a full hour of my valuable time?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, “and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to not waste a second of it.”

She made it sound like a business arrangement, which was part of the gimmick. Brett, still carrying himself as though he were the hottest thing with two balls in a dick, entered the room, but not before putting the “do not disturb” sign on the door knob.

Glory knew the ritual well. She had gone through it herself many times before. In another life – one that had only ended a few years ago, no less – she had been a high-end escort. She used to be the one to arrive at fancy hotels, wearing elegant dresses and revealing thong underwear, to greet horny clients. She once considered herself as one of the best in the business, having served a diverse range of clients, many of which had deep pockets.

It started as a side-gig that helped pay off her student loan debt, but it turned into something so much more. Glory had always been a sexual person, by nature. However, it was only when she turned it into a marketable skill that she uncovered the breadth of her sexuality. Her time as an escort allowed her to explore sex in a way she never could’ve experienced in her personal life. It came to become one of the most meaningful things she’d ever done.

Part of what made that time in her life so meaningful was standing right before her. The man she’d married had once been a regular client, but not a traditional one, to say the least. In fact, a big part of why she fell in love with him came from her work as an escort and the work he’d done, as well.

“Right down to business,” he said in a low, manly tone of voice, “I like that.”

“My time is precious. I like to make it matter,” Glory replied in a flirtatious tone, “which is why I made it a point to hire the best.”

“Well, you have an eye for quality,” Brett said playfully, “although I have to say…you’re a lot more attractive than most of my clients.”

“Oh I’m sure you say that to all the women who enlist your services.”

“I mean it. I mean, look at you! You’re young, beautiful, and have enough money to afford my time. Why would someone like you need to hire a guy like me?”

He briefly broke character. Those were the words of her husband and not the role he was playing. They were also the words of an aspiring therapist who’d expanded his own skills, thanks to her. How that played out was a big reason why they fell in love, but Glory couldn’t focus on that now. They still had a role to play.

Brett tried to make up for it by snaking his arms around her waist, slipping a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. It maintained the mood, but highlighted and important detail of their elaborate act. However, it was one that Glory had already contemplated long before she pitched the idea.

“It’s funny. Questions like that usually have lousy answers,” she said, taking on a more serious demeanor. “I get it. I’m beautiful. Men and women have been telling me that since I started filling out bras in middle school.”

“And you fill them out well,” Brett commented while admiring the cleavage that her halter top did little to hide.

“That made hooking up so easy,” Glory went on. “I could walk into a room, pick any guy I wanted, and get him in bed by the end of the day…so long as he was straight.”

“You make that sound like a problem.”

“It wasn’t for a long time. I slept with a lot of men. I had a lot of great sex. The problem was…well, it’s more an issue of quality rather than quantity.”

She finally embraced her role a bit. She moved in closer to the handsome man before her, snaking an arm around his neck while trailing her hand over his chest. Even through that fancy shirt he wore, she could feel the toned muscles of his upper body. She already knew those features well, but Glory had felt manly muscles during her time as an escort. What set Brett apart played a big role in them falling in love.

“You see…when a man is with a beautiful woman, they tend to get overly excited,” she said.

“Trust me, I don’t have that problem,” Brett said confidently. “I wouldn’t be Mr. Studman if I didn’t have the stamina.”

“That’s not entirely what I was referring to. Being beautiful has many perks, but when so many men want to sleep with you, they tend to treat it as some sort of fleeting moment…one they have to maximize to the greatest extent. While I can’t honestly blame them, it often leaves me unfulfilled.”

Her tone took on a more sensual undertone. It blurred the line between Gloria and Glory, which happened a lot with her sex life. She had always been a very sexual person, by nature. Sometimes, her persona as an escort did not complement her persona as a horny woman. She did not intend for that to be the case for tonight.

“Ah…I see what you’re getting at,” Brett said.

“I doubt you can understand it, though,” Glory said. “All my life, I’ve been the judge and the prize…sifting through parades of would-be lovers, hoping to find one who can please me. For once, I want to try things from the other side. I want to be the one desperate for sex, seeking the company of a professional whore to satisfy my most basic needs.”

“So you called me…Mr. Studman.”

“Yes,” she affirmed. “I called you, the most expensive gigolo in the tristate area. I’m hoping you’re worth the premium!”

Glory was already getting excited. She actually felt nervous. She hadn’t felt nervous in a sexual situation since high school. She was so used to being the one with all the leverage. For once, that wasn’t the case. It was jarring, but also thrilling in a strange sort of way.

Still in Brett’s muscular arms, she pawed his chest to communicate her desire. There was nothing theatrical about it. There was just the overt gesture of a very horny woman who just wanted sex. She’d been on the other end of that dynamic more times than she could count. She was ready to experience things from the other side.

Brett, having gone to great lengths to prepare for his role, continued to do his part. He settled into a more serious demeanor, taking on the kind of business-like poise that she often did when she served a client. It was unusual, but it still turned her on.

“I see,” Brett said, still speaking in the tone of Mr. Studman. “Well, we gigolos pride ourselves on proving our value. I intend to make this little transaction every bit as successful.”

“Great!” Glory said, sounding like a giddy school girl. “In that case, shall we get down to business?”

“Lead the way, ma’am.”

With growing excitement, she led her handsome “gigolo” from the foyer to the king sized bed in middle of the hotel room. Along the way, she placed an envelope full of money – it was actually monopoly money, but it was close enough – and made sure he saw the full amount. As any competent escort knew, the amount of money in the envelope determined the type of services rendered.

“Here’s what I want,” Glory said, sitting down at the foot of the bed with Brett, “nothing fancy or elaborate…just a good, thorough fuck.”

“Sounds simple enough for Mr. Studman,” Brett said confidently.

“I don’t want it rushed or messy, either. This isn’t my senior prom. This isn’t my honeymoon. I just want a good, professional fuck by someone who knows his way around the female body.”

“That, I can do. I’ve plenty of experience with both!”

“It’s not just experience that matters, here. I’ve been with men who’ve slept with dozens of women, but don’t know the difference between a clitoris and a hangnail. I’ve also been with men who have next to no experience, but still find a way to get me off because they actually put in the effort. What I want…what I need, tonight…is someone who can do both.”

It sounded like she was the one breaking character now. Some of her own issues – many of which pre-dated her time as an escort and her relationship with Brett – echoed through her voice. They sounded like the musings of a woman who could get as much sex as she wanted because of her beauty, but struggled to find true satisfaction.

Brett must have sensed that sentiment in her because he took on a more serious demeanor. That fake bravado he’d shown as Mr. Studman faded. Suddenly, he became more professional. However, he did not have the look of a licensed therapist or her loving husband. He had the look of a skilled gigolo.

“It’s funny. I’ve known many women who’ve told me their wants and needs,” Brett said, gently stroking the side of her face. “Most of them struggle to know the difference between the two.”

“Am I one of them?” Glory asked, already sounding desperate with desire.

“No. You’re not.”

Upon saying those words, he broke their intimate embrace and got up from the bed. Glory remained sitting, watching with curiosity and anticipation as her husband-turned-gigolo stood before her.

Then, like the star attraction at a male strip club, he seductively slipped out of his leather jacket and took off the tight-fitting shirt that barely contained his masculine features. Even in the bland lighting of the hotel room, the sight of his chiseled upper body triggered all sorts of arousing feelings within her. The way he carried himself, knowing he had the features that got a woman’s juices flowing, made Glory gaze up at him with a mix of awe and hunger.

“I’ve got the skills and tools to give you want you want and need,” he told her, “and I’m going to give it to you. You have my word.”

At that moment, the line between her husband and the role he played blurred. She’d heard that tone and that claim before, mostly because she’d said the same thing to her clients as well. He’d been one of them, but the circumstances had been unusual, to say the least. That ended up working out for them, though, and not just because they went onto get married.

“Well,” Glory said, already enchanted by his overt sex appeal, “what are you waiting for, Mr. Studman? Show me how a professional fucks!”

With a coy grin and a determined glint in his eye, Brett provided the service she’d solicited. Unlike her many other sexual encounters, she had no doubts about how it would play out. She was going to get fucked and she was going to get fucked by real stud.

He quickly demonstrated his keen understanding of arousing a woman, leaning in and kissing her hungrily on the lips, allowing her to explore the sinews of his upper body. He must have slathered himself with two bottles of baby oil because his skin was so smooth. It gave him the feel and scent of something polished and refined, which boded well for the fucking they were about to do.

As she pawed his upper body, Brett loosened her clothes. Glory was used to wearing something fancy and sexy during her hotel encounters. Instead, she’d worn the same attire she used to go shopping, which consisted of a T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. It was strange wearing something that wasn’t overly seductive, for once, but that only gave her more incentive to get it off.

“Let’s get you out of these dirty clothes,” Brett whispered into her ear with his deep, masculine tone.

Her inner thighs got 10 degrees hotter on the spot. He couldn’t remove her shirt and jeans fast enough. Once in her bra and panties, he crawled onto the bed with her, taking her by the waist and guiding her to the center.

From there, he lavished her with intimate kissing, touching, and fondling, the likes of which showed both a fondness and an understanding of the female body. It didn’t just heighten her physical arousal. It sent her into a state of pure sexual arousal. She didn’t need to think dirty thoughts or imagine the things that turned her on. Brett, being the professional stud, did that all by himself.

“Oohhh Mr. Studman!” she purred. “You’re making me…so hot and wet.”

“Then, I’m doing my job,” Brett quipped with a grin.

Not losing focus for an instant, he finished stripping her naked. While kissing her neck, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. He didn’t fumble awkwardly like so many men. He also didn’t get overly-distracted at the sight of her large, well-shaped breasts. He still admired them, as any straight man would.

“Such nice, natural breasts,” he commented.

“How do you know they’re natural?” she teased.

“Trust me. I know.”

Glory snickered and purred some more as Brett buried his face in her ample cleavage. She didn’t doubt he knew real breasts from fake breasts and not just because he married her. He’d seen and felt more breasts than most men, even those who considered themselves unapologetic pussy hounds. His reasons for knowing, however, were less crude and indirectly related to how they came together.

As he shoved his face between her breasts, he skillfully slipped his hands down to her waist, gasped the sides of her panties, and slid them down her legs. They had since become wet with arousal. Glory couldn’t remember the last time she got so horny that she soaked her panties. Already, their elaborate role reversal was paying off.

“You weren’t kidding,” Brett said upon tossing her panties aside. “You are one wet, horny woman.”

“Like I said…I want this. I need this,” Glory said intently.

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I sweet-talk you into a frenzy and employ my more intimate talents.”

She already knew what that entailed. That didn’t matter. She was still more excited than she’d been since their honeymoon.

He gave her breasts one final squeeze and her lips one final kiss before rising into an upright position. Hovering over her, he looked like a titan of masculinity hovering over her. Glory was so used to being the center of the sexual universe during intimate moments, especially those occurring in hotel rooms. It was pretty jarring to be on the other side…jarring, but exciting.

Still carrying himself with the poise of a professional gigolo, he grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her legs apart, exposing her dripping-wet pussy to him. She then watched as he licked his lips, eying her inner thighs as though they were his favorite treat. Then, without hesitation or intimidation, he buried himself in her womanhood and began giving her oral sex.

“Ohhh fuck!” Glory gasped. “My pussy…your lips…ooh it feels so good!”

Brett responded with a simple grunt. That was all he needed to say. He was a professional. He knew how to eat a woman out. Like a skilled surgeon, he performed his task to perfection.

It was like getting a perfect massage from the inside out. Glory closed her eyes, grasped her breasts as she often did in blissful states, and arched her back as Brett stimulated her most intimate areas to the utmost. Once again, his knowledge and respect for female anatomy was uncanny. He knew the difference between a clit and a G-spot. He knew where all the right nerves were, including the ones that were hard to reach. He didn’t just get most of them. He got all of them.

It sent her to the brink of orgasm faster than sex act that didn’t involve an overpriced vibrator. She would’ve preferred to test her husband/gigolo’s skills, but the blissful results made that impossible.

“Oh Mr. Studman! I…I’m coming!” she gasped.

“Already?” he said, looking up from her snatch briefly. “We’re off to a good start!”

He remained intently focused as he pumped his fingers into her folds, applying extra pressure to her clit. That got her over the edge with ease. There was no need to fake it or pretend it was more intense than it was. She was having an orgasm…a real, intense orgasm.

With theatrics befitting of a former escort, Glory curled her toes and threw her head back as the ripples of pleasure shot up through her body. Brett kept his hands on her thighs, maintaining his grip on her as she soaked in the ecstasy. She made it a point to be extra vocal, letting out the kind of orgasmic moan that echoed throughout the hotel suite and informed her husband that he was playing his role perfectly.

“You’re very loud when you climax. Is that normal?” he teased, leaning in and caressing her face as she bathed in pleasure.

“That…depends,” Glory said breathlessly.

“On what?”

“On just how dedicated…my lover happens to be.”

As her inner muscles continued throbbing from her release, she opened her eyes and cast her love/gigolo a sexy grin. He smiled back, looking bolder and more determined than ever. Knowing Brett, an overachiever and a show-off, she was already excited by the prospects.

While she caught her breath from her first orgasm, he rose up briefly and took off his pants. In doing so, he revealed a fully-erect penis that must have felt very uncomfortable in those tight pants of his. Even though Glory had seen her husband’s dick, as well as many other dicks during her escorting days, she still marveled at the sight.

“Mr. Studman…so big and hard,” she said, her gaze narrowing on his manly flesh.

“What can I say? Stripping a beautiful woman naked and eating her pussy out makes me horny,” Brett said playfully.

“Spoken like someone who enjoys his work,” she pointed out.

“Part of becoming a pro is enjoying the process. Now, lie back while I demonstrate the extent of my professionalism!”

Just like that – that manly gaze, that confident demeanor, and that beautiful manly body that was now fully exposed – Glory was horny again. She didn’t care that her pussy was still tender after such a quality orgasm. She wanted sex. Moreover, she wanted the sex that only Brett, aka Mr. Studman, could give her.

“Please, Mr. Studman…take me,” Glory told him as she laid back and spread her legs.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “From here on out, you’re getting everything you want and need. I’ll make sure of it!”

From there, a potent mix of intense horniness and determined desire took over. Brett, still focused and dedicated to his role as a gigolo, got on top of her and grabbed hold of her hips. Glory instinctively hooked her legs around his waist, grabbing onto his shoulder and neck as she braced herself for the coming feeling.

Brett didn’t make her wait a nanosecond longer than she had to. As soon as he aligned his body with hers, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid flesh up into her vagina. As soon as his flesh filled her, he began moving their bodies in a smooth, sensual rhythm. A steady surge of raw sexual sensations followed, sending Glory into a sexual frenzy.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” she cried out. “That’s it! This is what I want!”

“And need,” he whispered in a voice so manly she almost came on the spot.

There was nothing fancy or novel about the act. It was sex, her and her husband, humping in a simple missionary position the likes of which they’d done many times before. The act, however, didn’t do justice to the feeling.

As she buried her face in her husband’s neck, listening to him grunt and moan with each hump, Glory soaked in the unique feeling that accompanied the intimate sensations. Having had more sex than most, both in her personal life and during her time as an escort, she was familiar with the many forms that feeling took.

Sometimes, it was just two horny people fucking each other, looking to get off and enjoy themselves. She’d done plenty of that.

Sometimes, it was two people in love wanting to express that love in an intimate, affectionate way. She’d done plenty of that too, especially after she married Brett.

Most of the time, though, sex was a mixed bag. There were times when men just laid her down and fucked her like a pussy with limbs. There were times when men were genuinely considerate, wanting to make love to her and please her as though she were some sort of sex goddess. Both kinds of sex could be enjoyable, but it was rare for it to find a perfect balance between the two.

Then, she met Brett. He understood that balance as much as her. He loved it as much as she did. In that moment, him acting like a professional gigolo and her acting like some horny woman who just wanted to get laid, the power of that balance was on full display.

“Yes! Oohhh Mr. Studman…so good! That feels…so good!” Glory moaned from her intimate daze.

“Oh God…you’re a pro too!” Brett said with a grunt.

As their bodies rocked to the rhythm of his humping motions, he kissed her passionately on the lips. It broke character for a moment, the love of her husband mixing into the sex with a highly-skilled stud. It intensified that uniquely balanced feeling, filling her with a perfect blend of love and lust.

Brett made the most of that feeling, using it to complement his role as a professional gigolo. Using the king-sized bed to their full advantage, he fucked her as thoroughly as any man could fuck a beautiful woman, be it a wife or a whore. He set the tone and pace of the sex, shifting and guiding their bodies through a succession of positions. Again, they kept things simple. She didn’t have to test her flexibility or endurance. She just hung on and enjoyed the ride.

They kept things simple at first, alternating between various forms of missionary. Then, he turned her over a few times and did her doggy style, getting her on her hands and knees for a while. He also bent her over the edge of the bed at one point, daring to have a little fun with their sex. As any successful escort knew, part of being professional was daring to play around at times.

Brett didn’t do all the work, though. On a few times, Glory found herself on top, riding his cock while used those powerful arms of his to supplement her movements. That didn’t just mix things up, sexually. It gave her a chance to really express the desires she’d hoped to explore in their roles. By being the horny client for once, she could be a little reckless with her passions. It was so freeing, being able to ditch the script she’d so often followed with sex.

“Again!” she cried out. “I’m coming again! Oohhh Mr. Studman!”

That became a common refrain throughout the act. Glory had hoped to enjoy multiple orgasms from their kinky little scenario, but she exceeded her own expectations. She hadn’t had so many orgasms in such rapid succession since her best friend’s bachelorette party and that involved vibrators. The fact that Brett – the man she married, who just happened to be very good at playing the role of a gigolo – gave her such pleasure made it all the more meaningful.

Like a true professional and a dedicated husband, he kept fucking her at a steady pace that allowed him to draw it out. That wasn’t just for her pleasure. That was what escorts did in order to maximize the satisfaction of the client. Glory thought she understood that. Now, she appreciated it even more.

“Mr. Studman…what a man! What a stud!” she moaned in her daze.

“You ready…for this stud…to top you off?” he said, his every word echoing with labored grunts.

“Yes!” Glory said without hesitation. “Please…give it to me.”

It must have sounded so daunting. By now, they had worked up quite a sweat. Their naked skin glistened under the light, the sheets beneath them wrinkled and tattered. It must have been strenuous to Brett to hold back for so long. Even though he was capable of popping multiple loads during a single sex act, he held back for her. That was what a professional did. For the final round of their sexy role playing, though, she needed both the stud and her husband.

For the final push, he led her back to the center of the bed. There, he once again demonstrated his masculine strength, lifting her up in his arms and holding her in an upright position. She eagerly went along with it, hooking her legs around his waist and digging the balls of her feet into her lower back. With his knees propped up on the bed and his hands firmly gripping her butt, he steadily bounced her up and down the length of his cock. That position didn’t just help him penetrate her depths at just the right angle. It allowed their eyes to meet for that final moment.

“My stud…my wonderful, handsome stud,” Glory said as he gazed back at her.

“My beautiful, wonderful wife,” Brett said.

Again, he broke character. She was beyond caring at that point, though. Thanks to his uncanny strength and his dedication to satisfying her to the utmost, Brett rocked their bodies in heavy fervor of humping. He was careful and thorough, working his manhood inside her at just the right pace to ensure they climaxed at the same time.

She had no idea how he knew. Glory used to joke with her friends and fellow escorts that simultaneous orgasms were as big a myth as the G-spot. Brett proved her wrong, time and again. At the moment they finally climaxed together, she’d never been so grateful to be so wrong about something sexual.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!” they both cried out, almost in perfect harmony.

It would’ve been funny if it didn’t feel so damn good. When it hit, Brett squeezed her ass firmly and buried his face in her breasts, gasping as he released a thick load of his cum into her pussy. At the same time, Glory dug her nails into his shoulders and threw her head back in an act of ecstasy. That extra hot feeling of his juices mixing with hers helped supplement the feeling, providing that special bit of intimacy that she could only share with her husband.

Glory wasn’t sure if what they’d just done counted as irony or kink. A former escort playing the part of a client might have been a simple role reversal on paper, but something about it conjured a unique feeling that encapsulated how far she’d come and how lucky she was to have found a lover like Brett.

“Another…satisfied customer,” he said breathlessly, his head still resting on her breasts.

“Satisfied indeed, Mr. Studman,” Glory said with a grin.

“You can…call me Brett, now.”

“I know. Mr. Studman just sounds better right now.”

He looked up from her breasts and smiled back. They then shared a loving kiss, having broken from their roles and returned to just being a happily married couple.

Their naked bodies finally parted. Still naked and sweaty, they laid back on the bed together, catching their breath and soaking in the afterglow. Glory remained curled up to her husband, his arm still lovingly draped around her. Given their respective backgrounds, she and Brett had come up with all sorts of ways to spice up their sex life. After what they just did, she could safely say she’d found her favorite type of role playing.

“God, I love you,” Glory said.

“I know. I love you too, Gloria,” said Brett.

“I got to say, it’s pretty strange…being on this side of the escorting equation.”

“That, it is,” he admitted. “Then again, we didn’t exactly tweak too many kinks.”

“I know. I mean between a former escort turned therapist and an actor who hired me to research a part…I’d say the details are plenty strange.”

“Guess we just found a way to make those strange kinks work for us.”

“That, we did…Mr. Studman.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Rebound Romance

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People have mixed opinions about rebound sex, rebound relationships, and pretty much anything involving someone rebounding from a failed romance. Some see it as a crutch or a band-aid. In some cases, it is. I’ve known people who coped with a breakup by hooking up with the first person who smiled at them. I’m not saying it was healthy or unhealthy, but it wasn’t a strong foundation for a relationship.

As flawed as the concept might be at times, I think there’s something deeper to it. I believe that a rebound relationship, or just rebound sex, can foster genuine intimacy. When you break it down, the whole concept only exists because of the human need for intimacy. A breakup can be very painful for some people. I’ve experienced it before. I know that feeling of isolation and heartbreak.

To some extent, those feelings only motivate us even more to seek out new intimacy. Granted, people tend to seek it for the wrong reasons, especially when they’re heartbroken and not thinking straight. That doesn’t make the feelings they experience from that intimacy any less genuine. Human connection is a powerful thing and I think people on the rebound know that better than most.

I believe that kind of connection warrants a place among my Daily Sexy Musings. While it may not foster the kind of epic romance that makes its way into my novels, I believe it can create a unique connection for those who feel vulnerable. Intimacy comes in many forms. Regardless of which ones we glorify in romance, the feeling can be just as powerful.

My heart is broken.

My soul is scarred.

My life is falling apart.

I need something and someone, if only to keep my world intact.

It all happened so fast. One day, I was with someone I loved and cherished. Then, it all came crashing down. It’s still a blur, the shock that became anguish and the anguish that became loneliness. I didn’t know if it would ever stop.

Then, I found you. Whether by fate or chance, our paths crossed. I was in desperate need. I reached out and you embraced me. I was at my worst, but you saw what I could be. You took a chance on me and I wanted it to feel worthwhile. Anyone else could put in the effort, but only I had the incentive.

At my weakest, you made me feel strong again.

At my lowest, you helped me rise.

At my saddest, you made me smile.

At the end of one love, you gave me hope for another.

I try not to think or overthink. Everything is still so raw. Nothing beyond the next sunrise is certain. Everything still feels tentative and fleeting, but I don’t want to let go. Moreover, I want to give you a reason to hold on with me.

Alone, I could only ever lament. That’s not what I need or want. I’ve shed my tears and swallowed my lumps. I’m ready to pick up the pieces of my heart and soul. I could do it alone, but I’d rather not. I’d rather have someone like you.

Together, we can build a new love.

Together, a loss feels like a gain.

Together, a broken heart feels like a temporary wound.

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“Weekly Relief” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after reading some stories about online dating and how future services will help us find our match. I consider this a thought experiment, of sorts, into just how good those services could be in the future and just how much it can help our sex lives. Enjoy!

“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.

“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.

Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.

“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.”

Upon entering the locker room, she quickly located an unused locker and got undressed. Still wearing the uniform she’d worn to private school she worked at, it felt good to get it off. She’d come at a good time, as well. There were only a handful of other women in the locker room. She’d been there when it was bustling with at least two dozen women. Given the nature of what went on at “public access facilities,” it could get pretty hectic.

Olivia preferred to avoid that kind of chaos, especially after the week she’d endured. Everyone came to such facilities for a certain kind of relief, but she needed it more than most.

“Between spring orientation and night classes, I think I’ve managed well,” she said as she folded her uniform and underwear. “There’s always room for improvement, though. This is just the most basic.”

Smiling to herself, Olivia moved with more urgency than usual. Upon storing her clothes, she closed the locker and secured it. She then made her way out to the staging area, as everyone called it. She didn’t even bother getting a towel or robe, as many women preferred. Some women preferred to maintain some level of modesty while getting relief. Others didn’t. Olivia had never been that modest about her body so she usually didn’t bother.

Along the way, she passed by a few other women. Most were naked with only one opting to wear a towel. They weren’t in any hurry, chatting and lofting about as many often did before an appointment. Olivia, being more impatient than usual, went ahead and cut in front of them.

“Hey! Take it easy there,” an older woman said. “It’s not a fucking race.”

“Speak for yourself,” Olivia quipped, “and be careful with your choice of words.”

“Ooh! After that, she deserves to cut ahead,” another woman said with a laugh.

“Oh grow up,” the older woman groaned. “You don’t know how good you have it, getting a service like this straight from the government. You would’ve gone nuts if you’d had to get it the old fashioned way.”

“Which is why nostalgia is overrated,” Olivia said, now walking faster. “You ladies can take your time. I’ve got too many needs and too little patience!”

She managed to get away before the other women could berate her more. That wasn’t the first time someone remarked at how good young women like her had it. Her grandmother mentioned that every time she visited, telling stories about a world where a young woman like her couldn’t get the kind of relief she sought with such regular ease.

Olivia didn’t care for those stories, nor did she care to think about how hard it would’ve been in years past. Her primary focus was on the present. Being naked had already sent her body plenty of telling signals. She could already feel some of them manifesting between her legs. It knew that relief was near.

Upon getting to the front of the line, which had been very short, Olivia entered the staging area. From there, she accessed a small tablet computer mounted at a kiosk. She entered her name, as she’d done many times before, and opened the private profile that she’d since refined to the utmost.

“No need for something fancy this time,” she said. “Just find me someone who can get the job done.”

Her fingers moved quickly as she entered the necessary parameters. After entering her biometrics, which included a fingerprint and eye-scan, the computer processed her data. Within a few seconds, it gave her the message she’d been hoping for.

“Match secure and determined,” the computer said in a robotic voice. “Your partner is located in room 3C.”

“Thank you Intimate Data Net,” Olivia said as she exited the staging area. “What would any of us do without you?”

That was a rhetorical question for most people her age. Few outside the elderly knew what life was like before the Intimate Data Net – or IDN, as most called it. From birth, they fed it data about themselves. Beyond their wants, hopes, and desires, they gave it everything from DNA samples to detailed brain scans. It allowed the government-maintained census network to both protect their identity as citizens and provide them with customized services.

Olivia had come to appreciate those services more than most and not just because she worked for a school that catered to all sorts of patrons. She’d learned at an early age that when it came to fulfilling certain needs, such services were critical.

“3C…3C…where is it?” she wondered as she navigated the facility.

Moving with urgency, Olivia made her way through a series of hallways that fed into the central portion of the building. The place was pretty big, but easy to navigate. It was no different than a hotel or office, consisting of several levels lined with numbered rooms. There were windows along the way, but they were all blacked out for obvious reasons. Given how most people walked through the halls bare-ass naked, it made sense.

Olivia didn’t care, though. She’d never been shy about nudity. Most people her age weren’t. She really didn’t understand why some people made such a big deal of it. Then again, those same people might just not know or appreciate the value of getting such critical, personalized service.

With every step she took, the heat between her legs intensified. The air around felt so hot. The building often kept the temperature high – likely, another byproduct of having so many naked people running around. However, the heat she felt had nothing to do with the ventilation. The relief she sought kept getting more urgent. Olivia could already feel her naked skin breaking out into a light sweat.

She practically running by the time she reached the south wing of the building. After ascending a flight of stairs and passing through a couple corridors, she finally located her destination.

“There it is! Room 3C,” she said. “I hope he didn’t start without me.”

Grinning in anticipation, Olivia opened the door and entered the room. Just as she’d hoped, the partner that the IDN had matched her with was already there and once again, the system’s ability to serve personal needs astonished her.

Through whatever data mining and intimate analysis it utilized, it somehow found her a very attractive man with which she could fulfill those needs. He was about as tall as her, having messy dark hair, tanned skin, and an athletic build. Like her, he was completely naked. He made no effort to hide his physique or the generous endowment hanging between his legs, either. If his semi-aroused state were any indication, he was just as anxious as her.

“Hello, ma’am! You must be my match today,” he said. “I’m Patrick Gunther.”

“Olivia June,” she greeted. “It’s always a pleasure to meet my match…and then some.”

“Well said,” he chuckled. “I’m hoping the IDN was extra thorough this time. Just so you know, I’ve been really tense this past week.”

“Guess the IDN definitely did its job because that makes two of us!”

Olivia opted to skip the small talk that often coincided with other matches. She closed the door behind her, walked up to him, and readily embraced him in her arms, letting her naked body press up against his.

The grin on his face widened and the manly flesh between his legs stiffened. He didn’t waste time feeling her up, either. As soon as her breasts made contact with his chest, he grabbed hold of her butt and gave it a firm squeeze, communicating a desire that Olivia already knew they shared.

“A nice, handsome man…some strong, muscular arms…and a big, throbbing dick to go with it,” Olivia said with a purr. “It’s just what I need!”

“You and me both, Ms. June,” Patrick said, “except I need a firm butt, big tits, and a tight pussy.”

“Then, I guess we can help each other.”

Olivia playfully teased him, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him an intimate kiss on the lips. Patrick eagerly kissed back, throwing in a little tongue while squeezing her butt.

He might have been a total stranger, but kissing him felt like kissing a man she’d been with for years. That was the power of the IDN. It could match people so thoroughly that they could walk into a room naked, greet each other, and kiss as though they were long-lost lovers. That feeling, alone, was an exhilarating experience that filled some aspects of her needs. However, others required a more direct approach.

“So,” Olivia said upon breaking the kiss, “your profile said you love oral, both giving and receiving.”

“That, I do,” Patrick said proudly. “Few things make my day more than getting my dick sucked while I gorge on a wet, willing pussy.”

“Then, we’re already halfway there,” she said curtly. “You probably saw this on my profile too, but I like it a little rough. Don’t be too gentle with me. Once that dick is in me, go to down and rock my world!”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied with a grin. “Want to start with a little shared oral?”

“Gladly!”

Olivia gave her match a grin of her own before following him to the bed in the corner of the room. Like most other rooms in the building, there wasn’t much in terms of furniture. The room was basically a dorm with one queen-sized bed, some night-stands full with personalized accessories, and a bathroom. Some rooms had more elaborate features for those with more elaborate needs. For her and Patrick, though, they didn’t need much beyond the basics.

Already laughing and exchanging intimate gestures, Olivia got onto the bed with Patrick. Some brief foreplay followed, consisting mostly of some deep kissing and intimate touching. He squeezed her butt and fondled her breasts. She trailed her fingers over the sinews of his chest while rubbing her thigh against his cock, which helped get him fully erect.

Olivia usually enjoyed drawing out the foreplay, but she was too horny and too impatient. Her pussy was already aching for more stimulation. Patrick had already proved he knew how to use those lips of his. She was eager to test those skills.

“Mind if I be on top?” Olivia asked.

“By all means, Ms. June,” Patrick replied in an overly-polite tone.

“We’re about to lick each other’s genitals and have sex, Patrick. You can skip the formalities, Patrick.” she joked.

“I could, but I’d rather not. It’s just the kind of guy I am.”

Olivia laughed and so did he. She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or cute. Most men didn’t get too playful during a match. They were usually focused on sating their needs. As someone who often adopted the same approach, she found it refreshing.

That gave her some extra incentive as they coordinated their bodies. Patrick maneuvered into the center of the bed and laid down on his back. Olivia then got on top of him, aligning her pussy with his face while she hovered right over his erect penis. It was a perfect 69 position, an underrated sex act that she didn’t often get to explore.

“Wow! Your pussy is pretty wet,” Patrick commented. “You might need this as much as I do.”

Might need?” she teased.

“Well, there’s one obvious way to find out.”

As if to prove the extent of his lust, Patrick went to work and hungrily gorged on her pussy. He wasn’t subtle about it, either. Using both hands with surprising skill, lightly spreading her folds so that he could probe her depths with his tongue. Almost immediately, Olivia felt the effects and the pleasure that came with it.

“Ooh!” she purred. “Patrick…I like your ways!”

The competitive part of her kicked in, compounding her own burning lust. Following Patrick’s example, Olivia skipped the teasing and began demonstrating her own oral talents.

She gripped the base of his cock with both hands, giving it a few strokes before taking almost his entire length into her mouth. She heard him grunt in response. That must have been his way of showing that he was impressed by how she’d mastered her gag reflex. That, or his voice was muffled by her pussy. Either way, she got the message.

“Mmm…I bet you like my ways too,” Olivia said seductively as she licked along his length.

Patrick didn’t tear himself away from her pussy, his lips and tongue still buried in her folds. He was already flooding her with hot sensations. She worked to catch up, sucking and stroking his member with a sexual hunger she’d usually reserved for her personal life. Before long, there was no banter or teasing. There was only the moans, grunts, and slurping noises associated with oral sex.

It quickly became a race to greater ecstasy, him skillfully eating out her pussy while she skillfully sucked his dick. He showed both a knowledge and a fondness for female anatomy, really getting in deep and stimulating those extra-sensitive areas that made Olivia shudder with bliss. It put her on the fast-track to orgasm. Even for an IDN match, it was pretty remarkable.

She tried to return the favor by showing how much she loved the taste of a good cock, licking and slurping along his rigid length as though it were her favorite treat. The feeling of his hard, throbbing man-flesh around her lips was so intimate and hot. She’d never hid her fondness of that taste, but no one had given her so much incentive to savor it. Patrick just had that effect on her, going above and beyond that of most matches.

As much as she tried to keep up, though, her intense desire for a release proved too great. All that stimulation within her most sensitive areas sent her to the brink of ecstasy. Race or no race, her needs converged with the wonders of female biology.

“Ohhh Patrick!” she gasped, having to cease her oral sex as her climax approached. “I’m going to…going to…come!”

“Already?” he said. “Guess we just found out.”

He kept the stimulation coming, using his fingers and tongue to carry her over the edge and into the sea of euphoria that awaited. In that moment, the relief she sought manifested in an intense, tangible feeling.

The feeling washed over her like a wave at the beach on a hot summer day. Surges of heat and pleasure ripped through her body, causing her toes to curl and her back to arch. Her pussy throbbed in accord with each wave, like a drum beat to the euphoria. Olivia wasn’t usually that animated during orgasm, but she gladly made an exception.

Patrick didn’t seem to mind, though. He didn’t mind licking up her feminine juices, either. He really did love oral sex. She shouldn’t have been too surprised, given what his profile revealed through the IDN. It still didn’t do justice to the feeling he gave her.

“That was just what I needed…almost,” Olivia said breathlessly, her mind still swimming in bliss.

“Almost?” Patrick questioned.

“Of course,” she said seductively. “You didn’t think…it would be that easy, did you?”

Following her lingering desires, Olivia rose up off him and crawled to the edge of the bed, remaining on all fours so that he had a perfect view of her butt and her still-dripping pussy. She then playfully twerked her hips, as if to invite him in for more pleasure.

“You’ve proven you love oral,” Olivia said. “Now prove you love pumping a pussy with your cock.”

“You really want me to prove that?” he asked curly.

“Among other things,” she quipped. “Plus, I’m better with my pussy than I am with my lips!”

“Is that a tease or a dare?”

“Well, like you said, there’s one obvious way to find out,” she said, mirroring his words and tone from earlier.

Patrick didn’t need any further convincing. Still wielding a rock-hard dick and plenty of unmet needs of his own, he shot up from the bed and positioned himself behind her. She could feel the intensity of his lust in the way he grabbed her by the waist, aligned her butt with his pelvis, and guided his dick to her pussy. Like a thirsty animal approaching a crystal-clear stream, he craved relief every bit as much as her.

“That’s it,” Olivia said, goading him with her tone and gaze. “Do it! Fuck me as much as you need…and then some.”

“And then some…right,” Patrick said with a manly grin.

He must have taken that as a dare because as soon as he entered her, Olivia’s world started rocking. It started with a single hard thrust, his rigid manhood plunging into her vagina, which was moist from her orgasm. Their flesh united so seamlessly, once again reflecting how well the IDN had matched them. From there, an outburst of lust, desire, and humping followed.

“Oohhh yeah!” Patrick moaned. “You…you’re right! Your pussy…so hot and tight!”

“That’s it! Do it harder! Fuck me harder!” Olivia urged. “Let me give you want you need!”

He eagerly accepted her invitation, tightening his grip on her hips as he intensified the rhythm. Freed from restraint, Patrick unleashed the full breadth of his lust, pumping his cock into her with reckless abandon. His every moan and grunt echoed with the savory bliss of a man fulfilling his most fundamental desires.

Olivia loved hearing those grunts, especially from a man who’d just given her an orgasm. The bed shook as their bodies moved in a heated outburst of sexual energy. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the room, along with a steady stream of grunts and moans. She just held onto the edge of the bed, bucking her hips and tensing her inner muscles with each thrust. With every movement came raw, chaotic sensations of ecstasy.

It was not the tender, affectionate brand of sex. There was a time and place for that sort of thing. Neither she nor Patrick were in that frame of mind. They knew what they needed and the IDN matched them with each other to meet those needs. It was a beautiful, blissful thing.

“This is it,” Olivia said within her lustful daze, “this feeling…coming together…this is why it’s so important.”

Closing her eyes and smiling like a drunk, she let out an extra-loud string of moans that further encouraged Patrick. As he kept fucking her, he shifted his grip to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze as the bed shook harder. It further supplemented the sensations, sending her to the brink of another orgasm. She wasn’t as vocal about it before, but she couldn’t exactly hide it when her body shuddered once more from the pleasure.

“You came again, didn’t you?” Patrick said into her ear. “That’s good. The more my lady comes…the harder I come!”

Like a man on a mission, he stepped up the pace of their sex. He withdrew from her briefly, turned her over, and laid her down on her back, hitching her legs over his shoulders in the process. From there, he entered her again and resumed his heated humping, now really putting his legs and back into it. Olivia, her body already swimming in a sea of bliss, just clung to the bed sheets and held on for the ride.

It was like pent up steam, unleashed after being pent up and contained for too long. It shouldn’t have felt that long. She’d been at the same facility a week ago where the IDN matched her with another man who’d given her simple, unrushed sex. Most of the time, it was enough. Sometimes, she needed more. On rare, special occasions, though, her match went above and beyond.

“You feel that, Ms. June? I’m close…real close!” Patrick seethed, his eyes now locked on hers. “Hold on! I’m going to…let it all out!”

“Yes, Patrick! Do it…let it out…inside me!” Olivia moaned through heavy panting.

She watched as the handsome man’s face tensed in anticipation of his release. She urged him on with her seductive gaze, encouraging him to satisfy all those burning desires and then some.

Their naked bodies – now glistening with sweat, a natural byproduct of such heated sex – moved together in one last sprint towards the finish. Olivia supplemented his every thrust, shifting her body in accord with the intimate rhythm. That helped guide Patrick to the brink and beyond, finally achieving that badly-needed release.

“Ohhh I’m coming!” he exclaimed.

It was like the finale to a fireworks show, watching the determined man on top of her throw his head back and let out a cry of ecstasy and triumph. She admired every second of it while enjoying the extra feelings that came with it.

Olivia purred softly as she felt his manly fluids mix with her feminine juices. His member tensed within her inner folds, her inner muscles contracting hard as he released his load. She loved that hot, intimate feeling of a man’s cum filling her pussy. There was something about it that just made the feeling more satisfying.

Some older woman still thought that was weird, though. Olivia didn’t understand that. It wasn’t like every woman her age didn’t have a customizable implant that gave them total control over their fertility. She’d heard a few horror stories about the old days for when women had to rely on less effective methods, but that was the past. She wanted to enjoy the present.

With Patrick, there was plenty to enjoy and she made sure he got his share. She lingered with him, their naked bodies entwined as they caught their breath. When the orgasmic process concluded, Patrick cast her an affectionate grin.

“We…really needed that,” he told her.

“Yeah…we did,” Olivia said, smiling back.

“I’m still not sure who needed it more, though.”

“Does it matter?”

“Hell no!”

They shared a good laugh and an affectionate kiss. After their lips parted, Patrick withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Olivia remained on her back, feeling so relaxed and refreshed she was practically glowing. It was just the kind of fulfillment she’d sought. She shuddered to think how she’d keep her sanity without that feeling.

“You know, it’s times like this I feel grateful,” she said as she curled up to her equally-satisfied match.

“Tell me about it,” Patrick said with a content sigh. “Good sex is good for the mind, body, and everything in between!”

“I totally agree, but it’s not just that. I mean…we live in a world where there are places like this,” she went on, “simple, well-run facilities where the IDN can connect us with the people who can fulfill our most basic needs.”

“It sure as hell beats trying to find those people on our own. Makes me feel bad for my grandparents. I can’t imagine how they managed without it.”

“They did, but we don’t have to,” Olivia said, “and that makes it even more satisfying. We’ve got networks that can connect us with people who can satisfy us, places where we can meet, and nobody getting in our way of pursuing our desires.”

“What a world, huh?

“What a world, indeed. I don’t know what it was like before we could just walk into a building, enter our data, and get the great, satisfying sex that we need, but I’m so glad it’s a thing of the past!”

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