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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: San Diego Comic Con 2019 Edition

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For most people, the middle of July is just the epicenter of summer. School is out, the pools are open, and heat waves are the norm rather than the exception. It’s not a bad time of year by any stretch. However, if you’re a fan of comic books, superhero movies, and all things geek culture, this time of year is basically the Super Bowl and Christmas.

That’s because the San Diego Comic Con is going on and for those who love superhero comics as much as me, it’s one of the most wonderful times of the year. It’s not just about teasers, movie trailers, or news about upcoming comics. It’s an event like no other. Whether you’re a fan of the X-Men, Superman, or the Walking Dead, Comic Con has something awesome to offer.

One of the best parts this most uncanny event is the cos-players. As someone who has dressed up more than once for the New York Comic Con, I can attest the joy of this colorful side of fandom. It’s not just about geeks wearing costumes on a day that isn’t Halloween. It’s passionate fans showing how much they love something. That passion is worthy of respect.

I’ve met many amazing cos-players. Some really raise the bar their costumes. The people behind these costumes are incredible people. They love what they do and they look awesome while enjoying it. There’s so much fun to be had at events like this. One day, I hope to go to San Diego Comic Con. For now, I’m content to celebrate it and the cos-players who make it awesome with my Sexy Sunday Thoughts. Enjoy!


“Laughter might be the best medicine, but making love is far more effective at healing.”


“For many people, an orgasm is their first overtly religious proclamation.”


“To some extent, divorce is the romantic equivalent of a cancellation fee.”


“A wedding may be the best day of your life, but your honeymoon will always be the more fun.”


“Being in love means wanting to be part of someone’s life, but obsession means wanting to dominate their life.”


“Orgasms are one of the few things where quality and quantity are equally desirable.”


“Love potions in fairy tales are just kid-friendly version of a drunken hook-up.”


To all those lucky enough to attend the San Diego Comic Con and those who made it more awesome by dressing up for cos-play, I sincerely thank you. This has been an amazing year for superhero comics and superhero media. It’s hard to know what to expect, but after taking in the festivities of Comic Con, the future looks bright, colorful, and sexy. Nuff said!

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“Hot Dream” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about sexy dreams, sexy bedtime activities, and what happens when you blur the line between the two. It’s compound sexiness at its finest. Enjoy!

“Another late night,” sighed a restless Victoria Rhodes. “Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

She didn’t bother answering that question as she dragged herself through the front door of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Jason Leeroy. She tried not to make much noise. It was past midnight and she was the only one on their floor who worked such erratic hours. Even though she was used to the demands of her job at the law firm, she always seemed out of synch with those around her.

The day still shouldn’t have been that long. Several clients insisted on dragging out basic legal proceedings and, ever the opportunist, she volunteered to cover the overtime. It should’ve been over in time for dinner. Instead, it went past sundown and beyond.

“Hell, I know why I do it,” she muttered as she closed the door behind her. “The real question is why I drag the people I love through the muck?”

Setting aside her keys and purse, Victoria gazed into the darkened apartment to see that her work life and personal life were woefully unbalanced. There was a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the sofa and a bunch of disheveled blankets strewn over the sides. It reminded her that she’d promised that she’d be home in time to catch up on some shows they’d been binge-watching. Once again, she broke that promise.

She hated breaking her promises, especially to someone who’d been so patient with her. Many of Victoria’s past relationships failed because her lovers couldn’t keep up with her ambition. Jason was the first to last more than a year as she pursued her goal of leading a major law firm. He just kept supporting her and she kept giving him reasons to regret it.

“I’ll make it up to you, Jason,” Victoria said under her breath. “I know I say that a lot, but I mean it. I really do.”

Sighing to herself and shaking her head, she made her way to the bathroom, stripped out of her overpriced business attire, grabbed a towel, and prepared herself for bed. She was tired, but still very restless. She wasn’t sure she could sleep, but she had to try. At the very least, she had to be rested so she could properly apologize to Jason in the morning.

“Quit making excuses,” Victoria told her reflection after washing her face. “You’ve found someone who loves and supports you. Don’t take it for granted.”

Still leaning over the sink, her face still wet and her mind still racing from a long day, she cast herself one last critical scold. Assuming she’d have plenty of time to resent herself tomorrow, she set aside the towel and retrieved a nighty from the laundry hamper. That was something else she should’ve done after work, taking care of the laundry that had piled up. It was yet another thing Victoria kept putting off.

Again, she set that issue aside and focused on getting some much needed rest. Now earing her black nighty and the same white panties she’d put on that morning, she turned off the light and retreated to the master bedroom she shared with Jason.

Not surprisingly, he was already fast asleep, the comforter barely covering his legs and waist. He looked peaceful, more relaxed and content than she’d ever been. It came so easy to him. It probably helped that he worked in the music industry, often with jazz artists and soft rock groups. She envied that ability to just lay back, unwind, and let a stressful day just melt away.

“Oh Jason,” Victoria said under her breath. “Finding peace comes so easy to you. If only we all had that talent.”

With a yawn and a light stretch, she carefully pulled back the covers and slipped into bed with her lover. His warm presence, alone, was enough to ease her anxious mind to some extent. As she snuggled up to him, though, she noticed something else.

He was naked. That was somewhat surprising. While it wasn’t that unusual for Jason to sleep naked, it rarely did so without the influence of a major summer heat wave. Even if it was the middle of spring, she still expected him to wear boxers. Having seen him naked many times before, as well as slept with him, Victoria shrugged it off.

Then, as she curled up closer, she noticed something else that further explained why he’d ditched the boxer shorts. Jason had a full-blown erection.

“Whoa,” Victoria said. “Someone is having a nice dream.”

As she laid next to her lover’s sleeping form, she sensed her observation had been more accurate than expected. That erection matter of male reflexes or morning wood. Jason really was dreaming. She could tell by his quickened breathing and rapid heartbeat. Even in the darkness, she saw how his expression shifted erratically. Those were not the signs of someone in a deep sleep.

“I stand corrected,” she said with a humored grin. “Someone is having a very hot dream.”

Jason stirred slightly in her presence, but didn’t wake up. Being such a heavy sleeper – a natural adaptation, as he called it, from having a father who played guitar and a mother who sang showtunes – it took a lot to wake him up. She didn’t think it allowed for such vivid dreaming, but the proof was rock-hard flesh pressing against the sheets.

“A hot sexy dream,” Victoria mused, “maybe that’s what I need…if only to remind myself why I push myself so damn hard.”

Snuggling closer to her lover, she found herself lightly embracing his sleeping form. In doing so, her thigh grazed over his rigid member. That got a reaction from Jason. She swore he cracked a smile in his sleeping form. Something about that made Victoria smile as well.

Still restless, she rubbed her thigh against it a little more, feeling the manly flesh along her smooth skin. It wasn’t just sexy. It was oddly refreshing, reminding her that she was still young, healthy, and in love with a handsome man. That was something that shouldn’t have required a reminder in the first place, but it still felt so right.

“Mmm…guess it’s not as hard for some people…figuratively speaking,” Victoria said under her breath.

Again, she rubbed her thigh against his hardened cock. She swore it got more erect under her touch. She saw his smile widen. She also felt parts of her body react as well. Even in her restless state – or because of it, even – she felt a twinge of arousal between her thighs.

That feeling, and all the implications that came with it, inspired a new recourse. If Victoria was going to overwork herself while overwhelming those she loved, then she might as well get creative with how she managed everything. Having a naked, fully-aroused man in her bed presented a unique opportunity.

“Maybe I need more than a dream,” she said in a deep, sensual tone. “Maybe I need something more real.”

Opting to take advantage of the opportunity, Victoria channeled her sexy side – a side that she hadn’t been able to exercise in quite some time. Looking up at her lover and recounting how her work habits had hindered their love life, she suddenly felt motivated to rectify that.

With a mischievous grin, she lightly pulled the covers back to reveal Jason’s rock-hard boner. For a brief moment, she marveled at how a man could get so aroused in his sleep. It helped that her lover was very well-endowed. Jason’s older brother once joked that the men in their family had their most extraordinary traits hidden by their ordinary stature. Seeing his manhood at full arousal made clear that it was no joke.

Victoria, already licking her lips intently, carefully grasped the hardened shaft with both hands. Jason reacted again, shifting a bit in the bed, but remaining asleep. Once he settled, the restless woman dared to take the intimate moment even further. Using a careful mix of tact and affection, she leaned in and began giving him oral sex.

“Mmm…yeah,” Jason gasped in his sleep.

It was a good sign. He must have thought he was having an especially vivid dream. Something about that encouraged Victoria even more. Glancing up at her lover through the darkness, she grew bolder and began sucking him off.

She was more careful than usual, going nice and slow, trailing her lips and tongue along the length of his cock. He was so hard. She could feel the veins bulging around her lips, throbbing with the kind of masculine arousal that evoked the most primal of desires. Tasting, licking, and savoring his manly flesh, the experience didn’t just intensify her own arousal. It helped purge from her the anxiety that had followed her home from work.

“You like it. I know you do,” she whispered, adding more vivid details to her lover’s dream. “I like it too. It’s getting me so wet.”

That wasn’t just dirty talk. As she continued sucking her lover’s cock, she felt her own horniness escalate from a twinge of heat to a firestorm of arousal. At one point, she released one hand from the base of Jason’s cock and slipped it into her panties, fingering and stimulating her outer folds to maximize her arousal.

Soon, they were both fully aroused. His dick was so hard and her pussy was so wet. Looking back up at her lover’s sleeping form, it might have been easy to just keep sucking until he got off. That way, she could convince Jason that he’d just had an especially graphic wet dream. However, that would’ve left her unsatisfied. It also wouldn’t have come close to making up for her broken promise.

“I can tell you want more, my love,” Victoria whispered to her sleeping lover. “Don’t worry. You’ll get exactly what you need. We both will.”

Like a sexy spirit of the night, she rose up and took off her clothes, sliding her nighty off over her head and slipping out of her panties. Once she was every bit as naked as her lover, she tactfully crawled atop his sleeping form. From there, she straddled his waist and aligned his cock with her pussy. Then, with the utmost care, she lowered herself onto him, his rigid flesh penetrating her moist folds in an intimate melding of their bodies.

“Ooh Jason!” she gasped in a muted tone.

She tired her best to not be too loud. That wasn’t easy under the weight of the intense sensations that followed. Somehow, whether by miracle or her ability to silence herself in the heat of the moment, Jason remained asleep. They were having sex, their intimate flesh fully entwined, and her lover was asleep. If it didn’t feel so good, it would’ve been hilarious.

However, Victoria’s first instinct wasn’t to laugh. With her throbbing pussy now squeezing Jason’s cock, she remained focused on turning his sexy dream into a blissful reality. She began moving her body, digging her knees into the bed and lightly holding onto his waist. Back and forth, she maneuvered her hips, working her folds along the length of his manhood. Along the way, she rubbed her swollen clit, supplementing every movement with more hot sensations. Even under such a steady, careful rhythm, the feeling quickly intensified.

“Jason…Jason, my love,” Victoria gasped.

“Victoria,” he gasped in a sleepy dazed.

Hearing him say her name, even in his current state, warmed her heart and gave greater meaning to their sex. For all she knew, his sexy dreams involved ex-girlfriends and celebrity bimbos he saw on TV. That wasn’t the case, though. In his sexiest dreams, she was there. She was part of those fantasies. If she hadn’t already been madly in love with him, she would’ve fallen for him on the spot.

“Yes, my darling. I’m here…with you…in your dreams,” she whispered in between blissful gasps.

Whether by instinct or reflex, Jason’s hands found their way to her hips. Victoria quickly took them and guided them to her breasts, allowing him to squeeze them as she rode his cock closer to the brink. She could tell by the way his expression contorted that he was close. She quickly made her way to that special plateau, as well.

She didn’t know if a man had ever brought his lover to orgasm in his sleep, but it couldn’t have been too common. It felt like one of those rare confluence of events that wasn’t impossible, but still improbable. Whatever the odds, it was happening with her and Jason. Victoria was about to climax and so was her lover.

She applied more pressure to her clit, digging her knees and feet into the bed even harder as she jerked her hips through a few more successive motions. She could already feel her lover’s cock throbbing inside her. He was about to pop his load. Then, just as his face contorted to the sweet sensations of his release, she felt it.

“Ohhh Jason!” Victoria moaned, no longer trying to mute herself.

It was like a blanket of bliss covering her from every angle, all those pent-up feelings from excessive work and broken promises washing away in that one moment. Like a woman possessed, she writhed atop her lover, closing her eyes and arching her back as the ripples of ecstasy coursed through her body.

The hard, rapid contractions of her inner muscles helped Jason get his share of ecstasy too. His moans complimented hers as he released a thick stream of manly fluid into her depths, their sexual juices converging in a perfect blend of ecstasy. It embodied the perfect feeling for such an unique set of events.

Coming home late, she’d expected to find her lover fast asleep. Finding him aroused, caught up in a very sexy dream, defied more than her expectations. It felt like a sign, of sorts. Even at a time when she was overworked and overwhelmed, there were opportunities to embrace those intimate passions that made all the work worthwhile.

After soaking in the feeling, committing every blissful sensation and the lessons they carried to memory, Victoria let out a content sighed and rolled off her lover. Their flesh now parted, she curled up next to Jason’s naked body, the post-coital afterglow doing plenty to ease her restlessness. Finally, she felt like she could get some much-needed sleep.

“That was great,” said Jason in an unexpected voiced.

Jarred from her dazed state, Victoria opened her eyes to see a beaming grin on her lover’s face.

“Jason…how long have you been awake?” she asked with an embarrassed, but amused look.

“Since I felt a beautiful woman crawl into bed with me,” he replied.

“And the raging boner you had before that?”

“What can I say?” Jason said with an innocent shrug. “I was having a hot dream. You just helped make it hotter.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Leaving A Mark

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Love leaves a mark. Anyone who has ever been in love knows that. Sometimes, it’s an invisible mark. It’s something that’s etched in your memories, your emotions, and your entire sense of being. You don’t always seek it, but when you find it, you know it’s there.

The same can be said for less romantic forms of passion. By that, I don’t just mean the kinkier side of passion. That’s certainly there and that can definitely leave a unique set of marks. There are times when we just lose ourselves in the moment and wake up with scratch marks we don’t remember getting. They don’t always sting at first, but they too can leave a mark.

They’re among the few tangible manifestations of passion. They can occur in a meaningless one night stand just as often as wedding anniversary. As a romance fan, these moments are among my favorite. They make for some of the most powerful moments in my novels and sexy short stories. When it comes to my personal life, I hope I can leave a mark like that on someone and vice versa.

To date, one of the most memorable marks I ever got from a former girlfriend was a hickey on my neck. I had to hide it under my shirt for a while, but I was genuinely proud of it. Even though she apologized for it, I still didn’t mind. It was actually kind of sweet in its own special way.

Even if you’re not a romance fan, love and lust will find a way to make an impact. That’s what makes it so powerful. Whether it’s etched on your body or within a memory, you’re going to feel it throughout your life. It can be beautiful, bittersweet, and overwhelming. With this Daily Sexy Musing, I hope to capture all of that. Enjoy!

It starts with your lips.

It flows from your hands.

It echoes in your words.

It erupts through your nails.

I sense it in our most intimate moments. When your passion turns to actions, I am at its mercy. I readily subject myself to it. You’re so wild and free. Every gesture becomes a manifestation of our love. When it hits me, it hits hard. Every time I feel it, I want to feel more.

I feel it on my flesh.

I feel it in my mind.

I feel it in my soul.

From the echoes of your gasp, I forge immutable memories. It plays out like a scene from a movie, so graphic and unfiltered. You hold nothing back and neither do you. When you rake your fingers over my body, every nerve ignites with sensation. Some burn more than most, leaving marks that won’t readily heal.

That’s okay. I don’t want them to heal. To love someone is to be vulnerable and being vulnerable means enduring strain. It demonstrates what we’re willing to do for one another. I’ll put myself in your line of fire. You can unleash the full extent of your passion. I can take it. I welcome it.

You accept my invitation.

You unleash the full force of your passion.

You leave your mark.

Now, I intend to leave mine.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Intimate Echoes

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

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

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

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

A simple kiss.

A soft touch.

A muted reaction.

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

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

Without words, we express our love.

Without tools, we taste our passions.

Without thought, we convey our love.

Without guidance, we navigate our desires.

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

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

These sounds are the soundtracks.

They are the music of our hearts.

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Should Teenagers Be Allowed To Use Sex Robots?

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There are certain products and activities that society prohibits from teenagers. For the most part, there’s a reason behind that. Teenagers are young, inexperienced, and not mature enough to handle certain things. It’s not an insult, although I don’t blame any teenager for taking offense. It’s just an acknowledgement that most young minds aren’t ready to process the adult world.

That said, things get exceedingly tricky when sexuality enters the picture. Unlike smoking, drinking, or wanting to drive a car, sex is an innate desire that every teenager is wired to seek. You don’t need peer pressure, subversive advertising, or heavy metal music to make a teenager think about sex. Chances are they’re already thinking about it. For parents and teenagers alike, it makes for many awkward conversations.

Pictured are two people who do NOT want to have that conversation.

Thanks to the hormonal onslaught of puberty, a teenager’s sexuality is often in a state of chaos. They have thoughts, feelings, and desires they don’t entirely understand. Their bodies are changing and they’re just trying to keep up. On top of that, the most common refrain from parents and teachers is to repress all those feelings and shame anyone who doesn’t.

It’s an awkward situation, to say the least. I’m not a teenager or a parent, but I think most would agree there’s a lot of room for improvement. Improving comprehensive sex education, providing accurate information, and helping teenagers develop a mature understanding of sexuality will go a long way towards this effort. These are all things we can and should be doing now.

However, what happens once sex robots enter the picture?

It’s a serious question. While I’m sure it’ll elicit awkward laughter from some, I believe this issue is worth contemplating. As I’ve noted before, sex robots are coming. I know that’s a poor choice of words, but it’s true.

Some models are already available for purchase. While nobody will mistake them for actual people, the fact you can buy one today shows the market is there. Sex still sells and, like cell phones before it, the technology will improve. Even if we’re decades from something as lifelike as the model in “Ex Machina,” we’re not that far from something that provides realistic sexual experience.

While there will be plenty of adults who celebrate this technology, as well as a few who condemn it, what will it mean for teenagers? Will they be allowed to legally purchase sex robots? Even if they cannot purchase one, will they be allowed to use one? If not, then how will we go about policing it?

These are relevant questions and the answers don’t entirely depend on logistics. As I noted before, society prohibits teenagers from doing all sorts of activities. There are legitimate legal, social, and even medical reasons for these prohibitions. There are serious, long-term harms associated with teenagers who smoke and drink alcohol. For a healthy society, these prohibitions make sense.

With sex, it’s a lot trickier. While there is some research to indicate that viewing pornography affects teenage sexual behavior, it’s not as conclusive as the harms of drug addiction. Some of those harms have more to do with stigma and poor sexual education than the content itself. Once sex robots enter the equation, though, things get even more complicated.

Porn, for all its quirks and kinks, is a fantasy on a computer screen. A sex robot is a tangible, human-like figure that people can interact with. On top of that, if the robot has a human-like measure of intelligence, it can also provide a realistic sexual experience that the user can share. Robot or not, this experience can be as intimate and satisfying as anything someone might experience in their personal life.

For teenagers, as well as their parents and teachers, this creates both opportunities and risks. Let’s say, for instance, that sex robots are legally accessible for any teenager who wants one. These robots look and feel like any other person. They have a measure of intelligence that allows them to interact and form healthy, beneficial relationships with teenagers.

In this environment, every teenager has a sexual outlet, no matter how awkward or unattractive. They have a sex robot who can provide them companionship, teach them about their sexuality, and even help them learn what they want in an intimate partner. Maybe they even help teenagers struggling with their sexual orientation gain a better understanding of who they are.

Since these are robots, the risks of pregnancy and disease is not an issue. If these robots are sufficiently intelligent, they’ll be capable of guiding teenagers through their sexual maturation, regardless of gender, orientation, or disposition. Instead of hearing some teacher or parent just lecture them on all these awkward issues, they have a chance to experience it first-hand.

For parents, I imagine I’ll still be distressing to think about their teenage son or daughter having sex of any kind. Whether it’s with a person or a robot, it’s going to cause plenty of stress. That’s unavoidable, no matter how much the technology matures. At the same time, sex robots could ultimately be the safest and most satisfying way for a teenager to learn about their sexuality.

The ultimate sex ed teacher.

All that said, there are risks. In a perfect world, sex robots would ensure that every teenager navigates their adolescence with the benefit of a fulfilling, mature understanding of sexuality. Everyone from the most attractive athlete in high school to the ugliest kid in neighborhood enjoys intimate, satisfying experiences through these sex robots. Sadly, we don’t live in a perfect world.

There’s certainly a chance that sex robots could lead to potential harm, which would only be compounded for teenagers. In some situations, sex robots could cause certain individuals to dissociate themselves from other flesh-and-blood people. They may ultimately prefer the company of their sex robot over anyone else, including close friends and family.

This could lead to an entire generation of men and women who reject relationships with non-robot partners, intimate or otherwise. They would see sex with other people as this needlessly complicated, needlessly risky endeavor that offers few benefits. Beyond stagnating the population more than it already is, it could make people more distant from one another than they already are.

On top of that, there could be issues with the sex robots themselves. Ideally, every sex robot would be calibrated to foster healthy attitudes towards sex, intimacy, and relationships. Since computers are rarely perfect and prone to glitching, it’s a given that a sex robot will malfunction at some point. What will that do to the teenager who uses it?

In that case, a faulty sex robot fosters some very unhealthy attitudes in a young, impressionable user. If it’s not caught in time, this person could grow into someone with a very skewed understanding of sexuality. That already happens today with teenagers who are poorly educated on sex. With sex robots, the problems could escalate quickly.

Then, there are the parents, teachers, and authority figures themselves. This is one aspect of sex robots that might be the most difficult to contemplate. It’s easy to imagine a scenario where the adults of the world decide that teenagers shouldn’t use sex robots for the same reason they shouldn’t smoke cigarettes. That may just be the path of least resistance at first.

Where would you put the warning label?

At the same time, it’ll be adults who program, sell, and regulate sex robots. Who’s to say that they’ll do so in a way that has the best interests of teenagers in mind? If anything, people will be more tempted to use sex robots to exert a measure of control over teenagers that even more powerful than controlling their cell phone.

Perhaps parents in religious communities configure sex robots specifically designed to mold their teenagers’ sexuality to their liking. That means anything that may involve homosexuality or bisexuality would be strongly discouraged, shamed, or conditioned. The harm that would do to a teenager is difficult to quantify, although we do have some clues.

There could also be parents who don’t have healthy attitudes about sexuality themselves. Perhaps parents in abusive relationships program a sex robot to reinforce those relationships to their children. From their perspective, they’re not trying to harm or mold their teenager’s sexuality. They’re just conveying what they think is normal.

The (possible) future of normal.

There are probably plenty more risky scenarios I could contemplate. I’m sure those reading this have already imagined a few that I cannot put into words. Whatever the possibilities, the question remains. Teenagers are already thinking about sex. In every generation in every time period, part of being a teenager means contemplating sexuality and dealing with sexual urges.

It’s impossible to overstate just how impactful sex robots will be to society, sexuality, and how people relate to one another in general. Like it or not, teenagers will be affected. Sex robots can certainly do plenty of good. For some, they may be therapeutic. For others, they’ll be disruptive. For teenagers, it could be all of that and then some.

It’s difficult to say, at this point. It’s even harder to determine whether permitting teenagers to use sex robots will do more harm than good. One way or another, teenagers will continue thinking about sex and it’s still going to be awkward for them. No amount of technology will ever change that.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Cold Drinks And Hot Days Edition

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It’s the middle of summer. Heat waves are no longer surprising. Wearing shorts to the grocery store is no longer taboo. As I write this, it’s almost 100 degrees outside and it’s not even noon. That’s how you know we’re in the dog days of summer. That’s also when a cold drink is most refreshing.

When I was growing up, those drinks were one of the best parts of my day. It usually came in the form of lemonade or Gatorade. I often went overboard with the ice, but for good reason. When it’s that hot out, a cold drink is like a kiss from an angel. It cools you down while warming your soul. Even when I was a kid, I appreciated that feeling.

As an adult, I appreciate it even more. These days, a cold beer is my preferred drink for cooling down on a hot summer day. It doesn’t matter what brand it is or how much alcohol it has. So long as it’s nice and cold, that first sip still feels like a kiss from three super-models. It’s that refreshing.

The hot days of summer create all sorts of sexy opportunities. However, there’s only so much you can do to pursue those opportunities when it’s boiling hot and you’re dying of thirst. A cold drink on a hot day helps boost your spirits and gives you the energy you need to pursue those opportunities. This edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts should help make that next drink feel that much more refreshing.


“Being drunk can often supplement being horny, but it doesn’t always complement it.”


“Going to a strip club is just paying someone to flirt with you in small increments.”


“Having tattoos also means needing a better excuse to not try something kinky.”


“Being rich may not be a universal turn-on, but being broke is a universal turn-off.”


“Falling in love means taking a chance, but getting married is always a gamble.”


“Quality lingerie is essentially an aphrodisiac that you can take with alcohol.”


“Oral sex is a skill that can be taught, but convincing someone to learn it takes talent.”


I hope that cooled everyone down on some levels while heating things up on others. It’s ironic, yet poetic. During these sweltering days, we do what we can to beat the heat while using that same heat to put ourselves in sexy situations. The heat is the medium. A refreshing drink is the catalyst. Remember that next time you’re lounging by the pool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” he said plainly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oohhh Ricky!” Jade exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jade…I’m coming!” Ricky grunted.

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

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

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

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

“I love you too, Ricky,” said Jade.

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

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

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