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Daily Sexy Musing: Bad Days Made Good

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We all have bad days. They’re part of life. Even if you’re a rich supermodel living in a mansion with servants and maids, you’re going to have one of those days where everything seems to go wrong. You feel like crap, you can’t get anything done, and you just want to punch something to vent your frustration.

I’ve certainly had days like that and not all of them occurred in high school, although they did seem to happen more often back then. The hardest part is getting through those days, but the second hardest could be turning them around. That’s where having a good lover comes in. I would even argue that it’s the bad days that help reveal just how good a lover you have.

Back in college, I had a string of awful days that made me want to bang my head against the wall every other minute. Then, towards the end when I was ready to give up, I had a quick chat with my girlfriend at the time. I won’t reveal what she said or how she said it. I’ll just say that she made me smile in a way that helped me forget the past few days.

That kind of love and support is powerful. We don’t always appreciate it until we have a few bad days, but that’s exactly why it’s so critical. A good lover can’t always turn a bad day into a good day, but they can make it feel less agonizing and not just by doing something sexy.

It’s a given that we will all have bad days at some point. There’s only so much we can do to prepare, but it’ll usually be our lovers that help make those days worth enduring. This Daily Sexy Musing is a testament to just how great a day we can have when our lover is there for us at our worst moments. Enjoy!

I’m angry.

I’m depressed.

I’m tired.

I’m drained of everything that’s supposed to make life enjoyable.

Thoughts and feelings of misery and frustration follow me with every step. It’s an open wound, festering every second of every minute. I’ve given up seeking relief. I just want to run away, hide, and shut down. If the world won’t leave me alone, I’ll gladly leave it behind.

However, you won’t let me. You love me too damn much.

Before I can venture into the nearest personal pit, you confront me. At first, I see an obstacle. Then, you remind me that you’re so much more. You’re someone who cares when I’m sad. What I feel, you feel as well. We gladly share in the joys and elation we give one another. It’s only when hardship finds us that we realize just how deep our love goes.

I don’t want you to know that feeling. Distraught or not, the last thing I want to do is heap that pain upon you. You don’t deserve it and I’ve no desire to put it upon you. Even so, you don’t let me bear that burden on my own.

You come to me.

You embrace me.

You soothe me with your loving touch.

We spend so much time and energy avoiding the things that make us unhappy. Like darkness and distress, it naturally repulses us. To willingly approach such unpleasant things requires something greater than bravery. In you, I don’t just see it. I feel it in your caring warmth.

Our love tempers the burning rage.

Our love heals the gaping wounds.

Our love calms the restless mind.

Together, we venture into the worst domains of our souls. In those dark corners, our deepest flaws show alongside our greatest weaknesses. From these depths, we emerge with stronger hearts and brighter spirits.

In that feeling, I can say without hesitation that today was a good day.

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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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“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: Ode To Sexy Art

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Art is one of those eclectic concepts that means so many things. For one person, it’s the ugly finger-paintings kids do in pre-school. For another, it’s a sculpture of Elvis made out of Ramen noodles. When it comes to sexy art, however, the ideas are a bit more concise. Like any other kink, it’s one of those things you know when you feel.

I may not be able to draw worth a damn, but I know plenty about using artistic skills to capture elements of sex appeal. I do it in my novels and in my sexy short stories. I’ve always had a way with words, using them to convey all sorts of colorful ideas, especially the sexy kind. That skill is even responsible for some of the serious romantic relationships I’ve had in my life.

While I utilize the written word, others tap different skills. Some are much better at it than others. You don’t have to look far to find art with overtly sexual imagery or undertones. Sometimes, it’s barely distinguishable from porn. Other times, though, it can be sexy in a wholly unique way. That’s the kind of art that leaves a hell of an impression.

The following Daily Sexy Musing is a celebration of the sexy side of art and the wondrous effects it has on all of us. It’s not always enough to just see someone else naked and let that be the sole manifestation of sensual imagery. There’s plenty of room for creativity of all kinds. I intend to do my part and I trust plenty of other skilled artists out there to do the same. Enjoy!

The world outside our window is so static and cold, changing only with the time of day and the direction of the winds. It is untouched by imagination, governed by strict rules that can neither be bent nor broken. Lacking color and passion, there’s room for so much more. It’s up to us to forge it.

I am your artist.

You are my canvas.

Our passion is the inspiration.

From it, imagination both loving and lurid roams free.

We coordinate in a process, one that requires tools and mediums to make our vision real. We assemble them in once place. On their own, they are nothing more than means to an end. As artists, we can control both.

Our minds explore boundless possibilities. From that treasure trove of thought, one goal emerges. We must turn our love from a powerful feeling into something tangible. Whether it’s a picture, a sculpture, or a sequence of words, the immaterial essence that is our love must become real. That, we believe, is art worth treasuring.

Maybe it’s a portrait, one that depicts our bodies entwined.

Maybe it’s a poem, one that describes our love through a tapestry of words.

Maybe it’s a symbol, one that we make our own and share with a passionless world.

There are so many choices, but only a few are fit for creation. Just thinking about it feels like an arduous journey in which the end is our own to forge. It’s overwhelming, but exciting. We don’t know where to begin or where it will end. That doesn’t matter, though. All that matters is the passion put into it.

From the whims of emotion and imagination, we decide on our path. In our minds, the perfect manifestation of our love appears as clear as the morning sun. Every detail becomes clear. Thought becomes vision. All that remains is to make it real through an artist’s hands.

Together, we craft something that will transcend our bodies and minds.

Together, we create a masterpiece that perfectly captures our love.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Ode Sexy Doctors

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Doctors are sexy on a fundamental level. I think most people agree with that to some extent. Men are drawn to sexy nurses. Women are drawn the smart, charismatic doctors that George Clooney and Hugh Laurie helped make famous. It’s not just some niche genre for porn or romance novels. There’s genuine sensual undertones to someone who heals others.

I believe it predates George Clooney. Go back to any point in history. If you had the skills and knowledge to heal someone, then you didn’t just provide a valuable service to your community. You had something that made you genuinely attractive. Someone who can heal and treat illness is objectively useful. Being useful is the first step towards being sexy.

Doctors, regardless of gender, are capable of eliciting all sorts of emotions from people. When we’re sick, we’re at our most vulnerable. We trust in our doctors to treat us and heal us. That kind of trust can take on some very intimate connotations. It can even lead to the famous Florence Nightingale trope where patients and doctors fall in love.

Given how our health and survival are so closely linked, we’re always going to have a more intimate connection with those who can heal us. The following Daily Sexy Musing is an ode to those uniquely intimate feelings we have towards those who tend to us when we’re ill. Enjoy!

My body failed me. I am at its mercy, weighed down by pain, fatigue, and weakness. I’m not just ill. I am vulnerable. I have the will to survive, but not the strength. I fight to overcome, but it’s not enough. I need a healing hand. Specifically, I need your loving touch.

You heed my call.

You come to my aid.

You console my wounded state.

Like an angel answering a prayer, you impart your skill unto me.

As I lay sick and suffering, you work your healing magic, tending to me and treating me. You describe my ailment with such knowledge and certainty, speaking a language that only a select few understand. It’s like you see beyond the surface of my flesh, finding the flaws and fixing them.

You brave pained cries and foul moods, undeterred by disease and distress. Instead of aversion, you feel compassion. Your heart is strong and your spirit is stronger. You don’t just confront the death and disease that attacks life on all sides. You fight it head on.

In that battle, you slay the beast.

Through that struggle, I am healed.

From my weakest moment, I regain my strength.

For that, I am in your debt. However, I seek more than simply repayment. You understand what it means to heal, but underestimate the greater effect. I was at your mercy. I was at the mercy of everyone and everything around me. You could’ve done anything to me and I would’ve been helpless.

Even so, you healed me.

Even so, you comforted me.

Of all the things you could’ve done, you did what was best for me.

Now, thanks to you, my spirit and my vigor have returned. In you, I see a compassionate heart and a capable soul. Around you, I don’t just feel safe. I feel stronger. With you, I want to share that strength. My body, now free of illness, is ready to connect once more.

You came to me when I was weak.

Now, I come to you when I’m strong.

Together, we celebrate our health.

Our hearts beat together. Our bodies become entwined. You are my doctor, the keeper of my health. I am your patient, the catalyst for your soul. As one, the spark of life burns brightest.

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“Black Friday Bliss” A Sexy Short Story For Black Friday

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I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I certainly did. Don’t spend too much time digesting your desert because today is Black Friday. That’s right. It’s the unofficial start of the holiday shopping season, as though that didn’t begin the week before Halloween. As someone who loves to shop, I intend to take full advantage of it.

To get everyone in the spirit, here’s a sexy short story inspired by Black Friday shopping. Enjoy!

“Hey Tom! Are you nodding off on me again?” asked Allie Avinne from the passenger side of the car.

“What? No, of course not,” her husband, Tom Avinne quickly replied. “I was just resting my eyes, preparing myself for the big open.”

“Yeah, sure you were,” she said dryly.

“I’m serious! Hell, I’m still digesting Thanksgiving dinner. Even three cups of coffee can only go so far.”

“Lucky for you, it won’t have to.”

Allie playfully swatted her husband as he sat in the driver’s seat, looking like an athlete trying to psyche himself up for the championship game. He should’ve been used to it by now. Ever since she introduced him to her unique Black Friday tradition – one, ironically, that started with her first boyfriend in high school – he’d been dedicated to helping her keep it. She gave him plenty of incentive to do so, but it wasn’t without obstacles.

The clock on the dashboard read 4:30 in the morning. Most people were still asleep and/or hung over from Thanksgiving dinner. Less than 12 hours ago, she and Tom had enjoyed an eight-course meal, courtesy of her mother and grandmother. Allie was still digesting it, so much so that she could still taste her mother’s pumpkin pie on her breath. It made falling asleep easy that night easy, but waking up much harder.

On top of that, Tom wasn’t a morning person. In fact, he admitted on their first date that getting out of bed before sunrise for him was akin to running a mile with bricks strapped to his legs. That was partly why he worked erratic hours at the consulting company that his father co-founded. For 364 days of the year, she respected and accommodated those quirks. On Black Friday, though, she needed him to make an exception.

Just getting him up a half-hour ago had been a chore. Allie could tell he was still drowsy, despite having downed plenty of coffee. It wouldn’t be much longer, though. She also intended to reward him, true to her tradition.

“I know I say this every year, but thank you for doing this, Tom,” Ally told him in a more serious tone.

“You’re my wife, Allie,” he replied. “When I said ‘I do,’ I meant it…even if it meant waking up at some ungodly hour to sit in a parking garage this early.”

“It’s not just that,” she went on. “Since we got together – and even a little before that – I’ve made a big deal about keeping my life stable. I sure as hell don’t make it easy on myself or others. I haven’t since my dad died.”

“Yeah, that tends to affect the value of stability, especially when it happens to a kid.”

“Well, I’m not a kid anymore. I had to grow up faster than most after that. For years, everything was so erratic and unpredictable. Any bit of stability I could find became that much more precious. And this one – this crazy little thing I do on Black Friday, of all days – is one of those traditions that means more than most.”

To help reinforce her point, she undid her seatbelt and crawled over into the driver’s seat so that she straddled her husband’s lap. It wasn’t easy in the confined space of a mid-sized sedan, but Allie had become an expert at navigating such spaces over the year. By being in more intimate contact with her husband, especially with her pelvis pressing against his, it also helped raise Tom’s overall alertness.

As she hovered over him, the seat partially reclined so that he could lay back, Allie affectionately wrapped her arms around his neck. The drowsiness in his eyes quickly faded as his hands found their way to her hips. It triggered an instinctual reaction in both of them. From it, an important part of her Black Friday tradition started to manifest.

“My father might not have been a huge traditionalist, but he taught me the value of being proactive, especially around the holidays,” Allie said. “He always said getting out ahead of the curve often came with added bonuses.”

“Smart guy,” Tom said, his hand drifting down to her butt. “Bonuses are good.”

“That’s why he always took me shopping the day after Thanksgiving. We’d go bright and early, making sure we got all our Christmas shopping done by that afternoon. That way, we could enjoy the rest of the holidays.”

“I’ve heard this story before, but somehow it always gives me a boner.”

“I can feel that,” she teased. “The same year he died, I had to really coax my boyfriend into take me shopping on Black Friday.”

“And you didn’t make him wake up at the crack of dawn.”

“You’re right, but he still needed some extra incentive,” Allie continued. “Lucky for him – and my future husband, for that matter – I was young, horny, and in need of some holiday spirit. I like to think that from that day forward, I forged my own little tradition…one that I came to treasure even more after I met you.”

Her tone shifted from serious to seductive. They were coming up on that important half-hour between when they parked their car at the Central Plaza Mall and when the doors opened. It was in that special timeframe when tradition and passion converged.

“I know. I treasure it too,” Tom said, his voice matching her intensity, “even if it means dragging myself out of bed way earlier than usual.”

“Which makes providing that incentive I mentioned that much more important,” she said, “and in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve got a little time to kill.”

“Trust me, Allie. I noticed.”

As if to convince her that he was fully alert, Tom kissed her lovingly on the lips. Already restless with the holiday spirit, among other feelings, Allie kissed back and deepened their embrace. She slipped her hands under his jacket. He responded by squeezing her butt, something that sent warm shivers coursing through her body. It was enough to ignite a spark within the early-morning cold.

Before long, she and her husband were making out in the confines of the driver’s seat. The tradition had officially commenced. The setting was already perfect. It was still pitch-black out. As always, she and Tom made it a point to park in the corner of the parking garage near the top level, which was largely vacant. Anyone else arriving at the mall early parked close, getting those prime spots before rush hour traffic came pouring in. It gave them just enough privacy to do what they needed to do.

Making use of the dark and their spot, things quickly got heated. Tom put more tongue into his kissing. He also felt up her body, slipping his hand under her jacket and shirt to feel her skin underneath. Despite the cold, it made her feel so hot. Already, her inner thighs felt moist with arousal. She could feel the bulge in her husband’s pants growing harder by the second.

“Oh Allie,” Tom gasped, his arousal echoing in his voice.

“Mmm…you’re definitely alert now,” Allie said seductively. “Enough to take this to the back seat?”

“Definitely!” he said without hesitation.

Like a couple of horny teenagers – ironic, since the tradition started when she was a horny teenager – they climbed into the backseat of the car. It was a challenge, but Allie once again proved she’d mastered that part of the tradition. Between the spirit of Black Friday and just being really horny, they were as alert as anyone could be before sunrise.

Once in the back seat together, they began taking off their clothes. Tom had already set his jacket aside and undid his belt buckle. Allie just removed her jacket and began undoing her jeans. Even with her experience, it proved difficult.

“Off! Help me get this off!” Allie urged.

Her husband gladly obliged, grabbing the hem of her pants and pulling them down her legs, removing her boots in the process. Now in her panties, shirt, and bra, she returned the favor by helping Tom out of his pants as well, pulling them down his legs along with his boxers, allowing his erect manhood to pop free.

“Looks like part of you has been awake for quite a while,” she teased.

“Speak for yourself,” Tom quipped.

After kicking off his pants, he pulled her back into an embrace, kissing her passionately and letting their lower bodies become entwined once more. As they their lips twirled, he grabbed the side of her panties and removed them. Allie adjusted her hips accordingly and once they were off, she spread her legs and welcomed him into her intimate grasp.

Now pinned on her back and naked from the waist down, Tom hovered over her and stepped up the heated make-out session they’d begun in the front seat. Hands continued to roam and bare skin rubbed up against bare skin. Their shirts remained on and while Allie had intended to remove it, time was a factor.

“Come, my love,” she said. “Take me…right here.”

“At this hour…on Black Friday…in a parking lot,” Tom said. “Damn, I love you!”

Grinning with joy that would make Santa Clause envious, her loving husband did as she requested. True to tradition and desire, he grabbed hold of her hips and entered her with a focused thrust of the hips. That powerful feeling of hard manly flesh merging with wet feminine flesh filled her hot sensations. Beyond the intimate bliss that often came with their sex, the extra heat perfectly countered the early-morning cold.

“Oohhh Tom!” Allie purred.

He was more than alert at that point. He might have been more alert than anyone in that time zone. Whether it was due to passion or the coffee kicking in, Tom made love to her with a vigor usually reserved for their most passionate moments.

He was thorough and focused, like a man on a mission who just happened to have a big holiday meal to burn off. He rocked her world – and the car, for that matter – as he worked his body against hers in a procession of rhythmic movements. The wet smacking sound of their flesh colliding filled the car, along with the grunts and moans of bliss. Tom buried his face in her neck to muffle his grunts while she dug her nails into his neck, soaking in every sensation.

As he made love to her, his hands snuck up her shirt again, reaching under her bra and fondling her breasts. Tom knew her body well enough to know how much she liked having her breasts rubbed a certain way during sex. He always did that when he wanted to give her that extra push to the brink or orgasm. In the spirit of the holidays and her kinky Black Friday tradition, it worked even better than usual.

“Tom! Oh Tom! I…I’m coming!” she cried out.

“My early gift to you,” he whispered into her ear.

Even if Tom wasn’t a morning person, the man had a way with words. Allie swore those words, and the tone in which he said them, triggered an orgasm almost instantly.

It hit her in a rush that might as well have been a Christmas miracle. Her nails still dug into his neck, Allie curled her toes and threw her head back against the window as she climaxed hard. Inner muscles throbbed and tender flesh burned as ripples of pleasure coursed through her being. It was such a hot feeling and with the temperature well-below freezing outside, it was all the more satisfying.

“Mmm…Tom,” Allie said in a sexual daze. “You make Black Friday special!”

“For the woman I love, how can I not?” he said, already short of breath.

“And for the man I love, expect me to return the favor!”

Knowing the tradition wasn’t quite complete, Allie pulled him into another passionate kiss. Parts of her body were still reeling, burning with post-orgasmic bliss, but she didn’t wait for a full recovery. Her husband, who had to really strain himself to keep her favorite Black Friday tradition, just made love to her and gave her an orgasm before five in the morning. That kind of love and dedication deserved a reward.

His dick still hard and his passions still strong, Allie shifted their bodies so that he sat in the middle of the back seat with her straddling his waist again. Their flesh only parted briefly. Once her pelvis aligned with his member, she thrust her hips downward and drove his member back into her depths. From there, she began riding his cock with the same vigor he’d done with her.

“Oh Allie!” Tom grunted. “So hot…so tight!”

“That’s it, my love,” Allie said in a seductive tone. “Let me get you in the holiday spirit!”

In keeping with that effort, she lifted up her shirt while their bodies kept rocking. She then pushed her husband’s face right into her cleavage, allowing him to taste and savor her fleshy mounds that had been covered to that point.

He showed his appreciation, laughing and moaning in delight while holding onto her hips. With every gyration of her hips, he supplemented her movements with his powerful arms. Her folds slithered along his manly length with such ease. It kept the rhythm heated, as well as the car. It was so heated that parts of the windows fogged up. In such cold weather, that was quite an accomplishment and one Allie took pride in nearly every Black Friday.

Between the heat and her husband’s fondness of her breasts, she easily guided him to the brink of his own sexual peak. With a few thorough motions of her hips, she embraced him closer as he neared his own taste of holiday ecstasy.

“Ooh I’m coming, Allie! I’m going to…come!” he moaned, his voice mostly muffled by her breasts.

“Ture to tradition, my love,” Allie said with a beaming grin.

With her body and love, she carried him past the threshold. She felt it as his member throbbed and his grip on her intensified, the waves of his release surging through him as it had done with her moments earlier.

As he indulged in the spirit of the kinky tradition, their bodies stopped moving. The heat they’d created lingered, their mostly-naked bodies now glistening with a light sweat. It made for a powerful moment of passion, one Allie capped off with another affectionate embrace and a soft kiss.

They remained in that embrace until the ecstasy passed. Their flesh parted, but a light afterglow remained. As Allie caught her breath, she locked eyes with her husband once more. The sun wasn’t going to be up for a while, but he was totally awake.

“It’s official. We’re ready for Black Friday!” Tom said, now brimming with energy.

“Spoken like a man who appreciates my holiday traditions,” Allie said playfully.

“What can I say? A tradition that allow me to make love to my wife, get my Christmas shopping done, and burn off Thanksgiving dinner…that’s just too damn appealing.”

“Appealing enough to wake up at four in the morning once a year?”

“Definitely!” he said without hesitation. “Now, let’s get dressed and start shopping! We’re deep in the afterglow of the holiday spirit. Let’s make good use of it!”

 

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“A Thanksgiving Tradition” A Sexy Short Story

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First off, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone out there has a safe, happy, and sexy holiday. In celebration, I wrote a sexy short story that I hope will help everyone work up an appetite in the best possible way. Enjoy!

“Are you hungry, Tanya?” asked Jeff Keniman.

“I’m starving,” replied Tanya, sounding as eager as anyone could on the day before Thanksgiving.

“Good,” he said, “because this is just an appetizer. And I need to make damn sure these sweet potatoes are perfect before your folks arrive tomorrow.”

“And you will. That, I promise you.”

It might have been the most redundant statement either of them could’ve said. He and Tanya had been together long enough to know the drill. She knew what day of the year it was. She’d come to know his unique “traditions” when it came to the holidays. Thanksgiving brought with it many traditions. However, it was the day before Thanksgiving that had one of his favorite traditions.

The stage was already set. He and Tanya spent the afternoon setting up the dining room, adding some extra tables to accommodate the dozen-or-so guests set to arrive tomorrow morning. They’d unpacked their nicest tablecloth, silverware, and dishes for the occasion. At the moment, though, the fancy stuff was piled up on a chair in the corner. Instead, the table lay bare, occupied by two plates and several bowls of food.

Technically, it was their dinner for the night and the last major meal they would have before Thanksgiving. However, Jeff didn’t plan on treating it like just another meal. True to the tradition that he and Tanya cherished, it was a special kind of appetizer.

“I’ve got the sweet potatoes here and the stuffing ready,” Jeff said as he stood on the other side of the table. “I’ve tweaked the amount of butter and pepper. I think you’ll taste the difference.”

“I hope so,” Tanya said, already sounding festive. “I’ve made some changes to my mashed potatoes recipe as well. I hope you enjoy it just as much.”

“Well, there’s only one way to be sure,” he teased.

“Correction…only one way that’ll make Thanksgiving more memorable!”

Jeff laughed. His wife had a quirky sense of humor. He’d been with other women before, but none who appreciated his holiday traditions as much as she did. If anything, she appreciated them even more.

With the food on the table, still fresh out of the oven, he and Tanya began the first step in their pre-holiday celebration. That involved taking off their clothes, underwear and all. Tanya couldn’t get naked fast enough, stripping out of the sweatpants and T-shirt she’d been wearing all afternoon. She didn’t even have a bra underneath. She’d clearly been looking forward to their special tradition. Her enthusiasm was infectious.

“These clothes had flour stains on them anyways,” she said curtly.

“That’s your excuse every year,” Jeff teased.

“Spoken like someone who know it’s his turn to do the laundry?”

“Did I say I minded?” he quipped.

As his wife kicked off her panties, Jeff slipped out of his jeans and shirt. He also set aside the apron he always wore when cooking fancy meals. He swore Tanya got turned on by it, but she’d never admitted it. She didn’t have to. Once free of clothing, he could tell from across the table that she was aroused. Her inner thighs made that abundantly clear. She was also hungry, a potent combination for any holiday.

Not one to keep an eager wife waiting, Jeff volunteered to go first. He picked up the bowl of sweet potatoes from the table and sat down at the chair located at the head of the table. His wife soon joined him.

“I made a little extra,” Jeff said, “but don’t gorge too much. You’ll want to save some room for tomorrow.”

“I know the drill, love,” she said. “Now, are you going to get on with it or do I have to do the heavy lifting.”

“Well, it does work better when we coordinate, so…”

Jeff didn’t need to finish. His wife had already decided that she was going to play an active role in their little tradition. He didn’t mind in the slightest. That usually worked out better for the both of them.

As he held the bowl of sweet potatoes in one hand, his very beautiful and very naked wife sat down on his lap, not avoiding it when her inner thighs made contact with his penis. That was enough to get the blood flowing in the right directions, but there would be time for that later. First and foremost, they had to test his new recipe.

“Say no more,” Tanya said playfully. “I’ll gladly help.”

“I hoped you would,” he said.

In the spirit of shared tradition, they each dipped their hand in the bowl of sweet potatoes and smeared large clumps of it on his chest. It was still piping hot. His skin burned slightly from the hot food touching his naked flesh, but he didn’t mind. If anything, it got his blood flowing even faster.

“It smells so good. It feels so good, too,” said Tanya as she smeared the potatoes over his nipples. “I hope that extends to the taste.”

“Well, by all means, my love…bon appetit,” said Jeff in his most seductive voice.

She was already drooling and not just because of the potatoes. He could see it in her eyes. She craved more than just the savory taste of his famous sweet potatoes.

Like a hungry animal unleashed, she buried her face in his chest, sloppily devouring the potatoes. The feeling of her tongue lapping up the buttery delight sent sensations of delight coursing through his body. Tanya had always been skilled in terms of using her tongue in intimate situations. That served her even well when delicious food was involved.

“Mmm…I take it you like the new recipe,” Jeff said as he smeared more on his chest.

“It’s delicious!” she exclaimed.

“Then, how about I have a taste?”

While Tanya made quick work of the potatoes on his chest, he gathered up one last handful and smeared it on her breasts. That evoked from her a squeal of the delight, the kind that he only heard during certain times of the year. True to the spirit of the holidays, that only made it more special.

“Ooh! Fresh out of the oven,” Tanya said.

“Just like I like it!” Jeff said.

Tanya, having had her share, rose up a bit in the chair so that her potato-covered breasts were right in his face. Usually, Jeff took a moment to admire his wife’s voluptuous mounds. Being more hungry than horny at the moment, he gladly made an exception.

Drawn in by both the smell of fresh sweet potatoes and his love’s ample breasts, Jeff dug in just as she had, lapping up the savory food while simultaneously tasting her naked flesh. It was as delicious as he’d hoped and in more ways than one. His sweet potatoes had turned out better than he’d hoped, but they tasted extra delicious off a beautiful woman’s breasts.

“Mmm! These are good!” Jeff said, his voice muffled by her breasts.

“I think you got the butter and pepper just right…so very right,” Tanya said, purring with delight as he gorged.

Those sexy purrs encouraged him even more. Jeff was extra thorough, licking and suckling every last bit of sweet potato off her breasts. He was extra thorough with her nipples, which had become very erect after plenty of licking. It evoked reactions beyond basic hunger. He could feel her lightly grinding her pelvis against his, getting his dick even harder. It helped his horniness catch up to his hunger, but not by much.

As Jeff finished his meal, she hugged him close so that his face was perfectly meshed within her fleshy mounds. Even after most of the potatoes were gone, her skin still tasted delicious. She was just as thorough, using her fingers to gather up what remained of the potatoes on his chest. Once it was all gone, they finally met in a messy kiss, the smell of buttery sweet potatoes on their breath.

“Your cooking skills never cease to amaze me, Jeff,” Tanya said.

“And I love how much that turns you on,” Jeff teased.

“It’s one of the many reasons I married you,” she said, “but I also happen to know what turns you on as well. And since I don’t want my mashed potatoes to get cold, what do you say we try those out next?”

“Do you honestly expect me to argue?”

“Nope! I just hope you appreciate how seriously I take holiday dining.”

The seductive undertone to her voice was beyond dispute. It so captivated Jeff that he barely moved from the chair when Tanya got up and climbed up onto the dining room table so that her legs dangled over the edge. She then reached for the bowl of mashed potatoes that she’d finished less than fifteen minutes ago. Once in hand, she leaned back on the table, gathered up a handful, and smothered it all over her inner thighs.

“Mashed potatoes and pussy,” Jeff said distantly. “That pretty damn serious.”

“Then, I hope you’re every bit as serious as testing my recipe,” she said.

Jeff instinctively licked his lips, already drooling at the prospect of tasting his wife’s cooking, among other things. He watched as she piled up a mound of mashed potatoes on her pussy, spreading her legs and making sure it covered the outer parts of her womanhood. He didn’t think it was possible for fresh potatoes to smell better. Every holiday, he was proven wrong.

“This is why I love the holidays,” he said with a grin.

Before Tanya could finish smearing all the potatoes, Jeff got up and knelt down so that his face was perfectly aligned with her inner thighs. He then grabbed hold of her inner thighs and pushed them apart, giving him a clear path to her potato-covered snatch. The line between hunger and arousal had officially vanished. Like an animal gorging on its favorite treat, he dug in and began eating his wife out, along with her tasty mashed potatoes.

“Oohhh!” Tanya moaned out. “Happy holidays, indeed!”

Basic table manners fell to the wayside.

Dinner etiquette disappeared.

Jeff, going against every rule his parents and grandparents ever taught him at a dinner table, dared to be sloppy and messy with his meal. He just licked, slithered, and gorged like a man in desperate need of both sustenance and sex. For once, two of life’s most powerful drives converged. It wasn’t physically possible to be more focused.

“So good!” he said, his voice muffled. “It tastes…so fucking good!”

“Mmm…my mashed potatoes or my pussy?” Tanya purred.

“Both!” he said without hesitation.

Jeff made sure to clear his proverbial plate, licking up every last bit of mashed potatoes that were in and around his wife’s pussy. He used his fingers at times, gathering up the traces while also stimulating her tender outer folds. For the most part, though, he used his tongue, licking and lapping his way around her womanly flesh. He could actually taste her feminine juices mixing with the potatoes. Between that and his wife’s special recipe, it was a hell of a treat.

By the time he licked it all up, Tanya was fully aroused. He even sensed her getting close to orgasm. The way her legs shifted and her inner muscles tensed made that abundantly clear. However, Jeff knew his wife wasn’t going to make it that easy for him. Tradition demanded they save the best parts for desert.

“I think you’ve had your fill, babe,” Tanya said, not hiding the extent of her arousal at that point.

“Says you,” Jeff said, looking up from her snatch.

“I’ve still got a little bit left,” she said, retrieving the bowl of mashed potatoes once more. “Mind if I finish it off?”

“Not at all, my darling!”

Sensing what she had in mind, Jeff gave his wife’s pussy one last lick to clear off the remnants of the potatoes. Then, he sat back down in the chair again and let his love work her magic.

She moved quickly, her arousal still motivating her every step of the way. The bowl of mashed potatoes still in her hand, she gathered what remained of it in her hand and smothered it over his genitalia, just as he’d done with her. He was still semi-hard, the act of dining on mashed potatoes and pussy doing plenty to get him going. However, achieving full arousal required his wife’s special touch.

“To think, I didn’t even enjoy cooking before we got together,” Tanya said, once again licking her lips in anticipation.

“Sometimes, you just need the right motivation,” Jeff said proudly.

“Lucky for me, I have a husband who knows how to motivate a woman in so many ways.”

Once again proving her fondness of tradition, Tanya got down on her knees and gorged on him as he’d done with her. She was just as thorough as he’d been, using her lips and tongue to lap up the potatoes around his penis. Along the way, she threw in her uncanny oral sex skills.

In addition to taking in large helpings of mashed potatoes, she took in the full length of his cock. As she’d done with his chest, she put her tongue to good use, licking and tasting his flesh every step of the way. It created a unique feeling of satisfaction, the act of feeding his wife while she orally pleasured him. She’d been good at oral teasing even before he introduced her to his holiday traditions. Giving her another outlet just added further spice to their marriage, as well as their diet.

“Oohhh Tanya!” Jeff moaned. “That’s it. Enjoy it. Lick it all up!”

He couldn’t tell if she’d heard him. She just kept sucking and slurping around his member, getting up every last bit of food. By the time she finished, his penis was fully erect. His arousal now matched her own. That meant they were ready for the final course.

“Mmm…I’m definitely saving that recipe,” Tanya said.

“Oh yeah,” Jeff said, “that’s a keeper.”

“Guess we’re set for potatoes,” she said. “Ready to test the stuffing?”

“Hell yes!” he replied without hesitation. “I’m so ready.”

That extra-confident tone of his sent the necessary signal. They were ready to complete the last – and, arguably, the best – part of their holiday tradition. It involved the special stuffing recipe he only made for the holidays, but with a kinky twist.

Still very hungry – and horny, for that matter – Tanya shot up from the floor and kissed him passionately. The taste of potatoes and dick was still on her lips. Jeff loved it, which further motivated him to finish the job.

“Turn around,” he said as soon as their lips parted.

Tanya responded with a simple grin before eagerly complying with his request. After doing so, he retrieved the last two bowls on the table, which were full of stuffing. Not caring about the wood, he poured it out on the table in front of where his wife stood. Then, grabbed her by the shoulder and bent her over so that her face was right in the pile.

“Bend over,” Jeff told her, “and eat!”

“Ooh! I love your stuffing,” she said, her mouth already half-full.

“And you’re about to love it even more!” he boasted.

As Tanya gorged on the stuffing, he poured the other bowl onto her back, just as he had her breasts and pussy. Then, with the aroma of the stuffing filling the dining room, he positioned himself behind her and aligned his member with her wet entrance. Instinctively, his love parted her thighs and held onto the sides of the table in anticipation. Their bodies now in synch, he thrust his hips forward and entered her.

“Mmm yes!” Tanya cried out, moaning as the stuffing covered her face.

“Dinner…is served,” Jeff proclaimed.

Their flesh now intimately entwined, he began working his manhood within her throbbing folds, establishing the heated sexual rhythm they’d come to love. At the same time, he leaned over and buried his face in her upper back, licking up and gorging on the delicious stuffing that was so distinct to the Thanksgiving holiday. The resulting sensations were as sensual as they were festive.

Together, they rocked the table with their naked bodies while also indulging their appetites. They ate and humped, fulfilling two basic needs at once. It was the best kind of multitasking, combined with a holiday spirit. The same dining room that would soon be filled by friends and family was thick with the musk of sex and Thanksgiving food. It was a unique ambience, but one he and Tanya created with their passion.

“Mmm…yes! Oohhh yes!” Tanya moaned. “So good…so tasty…ooh it’s gonna make me come!”

“Oh yeah…delicious!” Jeff grunted. “I’m about…to come…too!”

Just as the delights of food and sex converged, the inherent ecstasy that came with both quickly followed. Much to Jeff’s chagrin, Tanya climaxed first. She once boasted she could achieve orgasm with little effort during sex, but preferred having her partners earn it. He didn’t mind the challenge and Tanya always made it worthwhile.

“Ohhh Jeff!” she exclaimed.

“Tanya…” he gasped.

It echoed perfectly in the walls of their dining room, mixing with the smell of food and sex. He steadied the pace of his movements, enjoying the feel of her inner muscles throbbing around his member. That extra tightness helped push him beyond the brink as well. With only a slight trace of stuffing left on her back, he lapped it up with his tongue just as the feeling it.

In an instant, a flood of satisfying sensations surged through his body, adding to that warm feeling in his stomach that often came with good food. His member tensed and his manly fluids mixed with her feminine juices. He let out a deep grunt, not at all caring that his mouth was full of stuffing. One feeling perfectly compounded another, an intense sexual release combining with the joy of a satisfying meal with his wife.

When the dual feeling finally passed, he and his love let out a content gasp that filled the room. There was still traces of stuffing on the table and their faces. They had also worked up a light sweat in the confines of the dining room, adding to the unique blend of scents. By every measure, their effort to uphold their pre-Thanksgiving tradition was a success. It boded well for the festivities tomorrow.

After catching their breath, their bodies parted and Jeff sat back down in the chair. Tanya, deep in a post-orgasmic glow, turned around and sat on his lap again. They soon found themselves in a loving embrace, not caring that parts of their body were still messy with food, drool, and sex. Every family holiday had their own unique holiday traditions. Theirs just happened to be kinkier than most and Jeff wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Happy Thanksgiving, my love,” Tanya said as she playfully wiped the stuffing off his face.

“Happy Thanksgiving to you too, my beautiful kinky wife,” Jeff said with a beaming grin.

“I think I’ve officially worked up an appetite for tomorrow!”

“Me too,” he said proudly, “let’s just make sure we scrub the table in the morning. Our parents don’t have to know just how much we enjoy our little traditions.”

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