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December 30, 2018 · 12:03 am

Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: New Years 2019 Edition

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Christmas has come and gone. That means we’re almost done with 2018. For me, this year can’t end soon enough. It has been a pretty rough year for me. I’ve shared some of the reasons for that. This past summer, someone very close to me passed away and dealing with it was a lot more difficult than I can put into words.

There were other issues that came up that I’d rather not discuss, but I’m very eager to put them behind me. I’ve had my share of difficult years in the past. While 2018 won’t go down as one of the worst, it’s definitely one of those years that I’d rather not repeat. There were some bright spots, like a glut of awesome superhero movies, but there were many other moments I’d rather forget.

I certainly hope this year was better for everyone else than it was for me. Even if it wasn’t, that’s all the more reason to embrace the arrival of 2019. I’ve always been someone who looks forward rather than dwell on the past and not just because I’m excited about the development of sex robots. I strongly believe that moving forward is the best way to frame the past in a better light.

Since this is the last batch of Sexy Sunday Thoughts for 2018, I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who has been following this website and my various works. I intend to produce plenty more sexy content in 2019. For now, here’s one last gasp of sexiness to cap off this year. Enjoy!

“Orgasms are the only universally accepted gifts for any and all occasions.”

“A honeymoon is just a vacation built around a greater likelihood of getting laid.”

“Spending a bachelor party at a strip club is like starting a diet at a candy factory.”

“If food and sex are basic needs, then cooking is at least as important as foreplay.”

“To some extent, we value our health because it affords us the ability to make love.”

“When you think about it, making prostitution illegal is just an elaborate way to discourage shortcuts.”

“Like it or not, babies and orgasms will always be indirectly linked to some extent.”

I hope that got everyone excited about 2019, among other things. I don’t know about you, but I’m eager to close out 2018 as quickly as possible and move forward. I’m ready to start making 2019 the greatest and sexiest year to date. Whether you feel the same or not, I wish everyone a very Happy New Year.

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December 28, 2018 · 12:11 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Lessons In Loving

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As kids, we don’t always appreciate learning as much as we should. It’s not because we’re adverse to the concept. It’s mostly because we associate learning with school and we associate school with learning about topics that rarely interest us. I honestly could not bring myself to be intrigued by the cause of the French Revolution.

As adults, learning takes on a very different concept and not just because we’re freer to learn about the things we want to learn about. We, as a species, are very curious. We’re interested in how things work. We like learning skills, mastering them, and even practicing them, to some extent. Why shouldn’t that be extended to making love?

It’s almost too logical. We find someone we love and seek intimacy with. We have a burning desire to express that love physically? From a logical, evolutionary, and personal standpoint, we have every conceivable incentive to do so. For that very reason, though, I’m somewhat dismayed that there’s still a taboo associated with learning how to make love.

Too many people just assume it’s something that happens, as though we instinctively know how to shoot a hook shot as soon as we touch a basketball. Like any skill, though, we must learn and practice. Unlike so many other skills and lessons, however, practice can be a lot of fun when it involves making love. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing will get all you lovers out there excited about learning again.

The bell has rung.

Class is in session.

Our bedroom is the lecture hall and the bed is the exam.

Unlike most classes, I show up on time. I come prepared, having done my homework and studied hard. I can do no less because you’re just as astute as I am. You don’t just want a passing grade. You want straight A’s and highest honors. I want that too, but it requires hard work, albeit the best kind of work.

We arrive in our official uniforms, which consists of our sexiest pair of underwear that we don’t mind ripping off, should the lesson require it. You have that glint in your eye, as if to let me know you studied extra hard. I did too. I’m confident I’ll achieve top marks, but I know you won’t make it easy for me. I wouldn’t even want you to.

The lesson begins.

I take you in my arms.

You whisper into my ear.

I now know what I must learn.

In an instant, the lesson becomes an exercise of skill. Knowledge becomes action. I start applying that knowledge directly, taking you in my arms and using what I know about my lover to earn the grades I seek. I recall your most sensitive areas, taking past lessons and using them to maximize every gesture.

Your joyous moans of approval show I’m applying them well. However, you earn your marks as well.

You kiss me in a way that evokes my greatest passions, touching and caressing my body as someone who truly knows my most intimate desires. It’s as though you did more than just remember my most sensitive areas. You know how and why they stimulate me so well. It’s the kind of knowledge that only a lover dares to learn.

Through learning, we gain skills. Together, we employ those skills to the utmost. Before long, the most intense part of the exam begins. We remove our uniforms and apply our lesson more directly. It turns into an exercise of passion, a perfect blend of lustful instincts and deeper emotions. Through exercise, we gain expertise and with it, the most intimate kind of learning.

You demonstrate your knowledge.

I continue demonstrating mine.

We both show how much we’ve learned.

We both earn passing grades.

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December 27, 2018 · 12:32 am

When Waiting Until Your Wedding Night To Have Sex Fails

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One of the most important decisions anyone can make for themselves is when they choose to have sex. Some seek to do it the first chance they get. Some prefer to wait until they’ve found that special someone with which they want to spend the rest of their lives. Most people render their decision within that vast gray area in between.

While we like to think society has become less uptight when it comes to sex, there’s still some lingering prudishness from centuries of taboos, traditions, and general ignorance. We’ve made a lot of progress from the days when we believed that a woman’s womb could become displaced and that male masturbation causes blindness, but there’s still a lot of room for improvement.

While everyone is different in how they approach their sex lives, the idea of waiting until marriage is still held up as an ideal. It’s the standard championed by religious zealots, social conservatives, and parents who just don’t want to think too much about the sex lives of their children. It’s also the cornerstone of abstinence only sex education, which is often the only sex education young people get.

Now, I’m not going to bemoan the ineffectiveness of this type of education. Many people far smarter and more resourceful than me have already studied just how damaging this approach can be for vulnerable youth. Instead, I want to focus on the actual merit behind this ideal championed by so many. The education programs may be ineffective, but that doesn’t mean there can’t be something to this ideal.

Like so many other things related to sex and human nature, the answer isn’t simple or straightforward. In fact, it’s a lot more complicated than the most religious conservative and the most lenient liberal will ever admit. That’s because people, in general, are complicated. The ideal that works for most people still won’t work for everyone. There are countless factors involved on whether waiting to have sex is a good idea.

You don’t have to look too far to find personal stories about people who regretted waiting until their wedding night to have sex. You also don’t have to look far to find stories from couples who claim waiting was beneficial. No matter what your sexual politics may be, you can find anecdotes supporting both sides of the spectrum and every point in between.

That said, there are a few common themes for those who regretted waiting and those who believe waiting benefited them in the long run. In the interest of simplifying the many complications that go into peoples’ sex lives, I think it’s worth highlighting the issues that made waiting the wrong decision for some couples.

Issue #1: They Waited For The Wrong Reasons

This is where religious and cultural influences often skew the decision. It’s also the issue in which shame, misplaced guilt, and taboos really warp a person’s attitude towards sex, love, and marriage. It’s one thing to want to wait until marriage because you’re not comfortable getting that intimate with someone too soon. It’s quite another when you wait because you’re afraid you’ll be punished by a prudish deity.

I’ve already noted before how religion can skew sexual attitudes to destructive extremes. There are more than a few stories about people who justified waiting with religion, only to regret it later on. This kind of impact tends to affect women more than men, but men aren’t immune from it either. Attitudes, believes, and misinformation can skew decisions regarding sex for all the wrong reasons.

At the end of the day, using religion as an excuse to wait is just that. It’s an excuse and not a reason. If it’s not in line with your actual desires, then it’s like trying to exercise by lifting bags of feathers. It’s not going to have the desired effects.

Issue #2: Expectations Not Matching Reality

Even without the religious or cultural influences, waiting until marriage is often framed as this big culmination for a relationship. It’s set up as this magical moment out of a fairy tale, albeit one that’s R-rated. Couples build up all this energy and anticipation, so much so that it skews the actual mechanics of sex.

This has led to more than a few awful wedding nights. Those issues are only compounded for people who didn’t get a good education on basic human anatomy. Not knowing what an orgasm or a clitoris is can be a huge liability for any couple wanting to have a memorable experience. Not knowing what a refractory period is can be just as awkward.

Beyond just making the first time anything but magical, it can negatively impact the course of an otherwise loving relationship. If all those expectations don’t pan out, then that undermines the confidence two people have in their relationship. For some people, it takes time and effort to develop a meaningful sex life and waiting can put them behind the curve.

Issue #3: Not Knowing (Or Communicating) Intimate Knowledge

This feeds off the issues that come with poor sexual education, but in a more intimate context. Even if you know how your partner’s genitals work and waited until marriage for non-religious reasons, there’s still a chance that the wedding night will end poorly.

This is where even comprehensive sex education comes up short. Those same teachers, preachers, and parents will say waiting until marriage is a good thing, but they won’t offer much advice on how to make it good after the wedding. The assumption is a couple will just figure it out and that’s a misguided assumption, to say the least.

Not knowing what your partner wants or even likes will make it difficult to have a satisfying sex life, even after the wedding night. Lingering taboos surrounding sex certainly don’t help. Maybe your partner finds out they like being on top. Maybe they like a certain position that’s awkward for you. Maybe they’re into kinky things that they didn’t realize.

Waiting until the wedding night to share this information can be a problem, among other things. It can also lead to a communications deficit between partners and that’s never good for a relationship.

Issue #4: Having Entirely Different Levels Of Desire

Say, for instance, one person has a veracious sex drive. They’re not going to be satisfied doing it twice a year on Valentine’s Day and their anniversary. They want to do it frequently and for extended periods of time. That’s just how their wired.

Now, imagine another person who is the exact opposite. They’re just not very sexual, by nature. They’re the kind of person who can have sex a few times a year with their partner and be perfectly satisfied. They don’t feel the need to do anything too elaborate. They’re just wired that way.

Given such disparity, do you think these two would be compatible lovers? Do you think it would help or hurt their relationship if they learned of their discrepancy in desire on their wedding night? Chances are that relationship will have some serious obstacles that may not be reconcilable.

Knowing your partner’s level of desire is a very important thing to communicate for any couple, married or not. Waiting until the wedding to even confront that issue is sure to compound those problems. If every functional relationship is built on good communication, then waiting in this context counts as a major oversight.

Issue #5: Not Understanding That A Good Sex Life Requires Effort

This goes right back to that magical fantasy that waiting until marriage is supposed to feed into. The idea that the first time will be mind-blowingly magical is akin to thinking you’ll play like LeBron James the first time you pick up a basketball. Like any skill or experience, you actually need to work on it. Just going over Lebron’s practice regimen is proof of that.

Thankfully, nature gives people plenty of incentive to practice making love. If orgasms and love aren’t good enough, then you’re just being difficult. However, for some couples who wait, the notion of practice almost seems strange. Those who end up having a bad wedding night tend to have negative expectations moving forward. Religious and cultural taboos only make it worse.

It’s odd how we understand the need to put in the work for so many other skills, but make this fanciful exception when it comes to sex. The idea of waiting until marriage and sex not being more meaningful just undermines the narrative. It makes for a nasty combination of flawed assumptions, inflated expectations, and intimate ignorance that make a satisfying wedding night next to impossible.

Even with all these issues, it’s still entirely possible for a couple to wait until their wedding night and still have a satisfying sex life. That certainly happens and I’ve even known some couples who took that approach. I’ve also known couples who didn’t wait until their wedding night, but still had a successful marriage.

Every couple is different. Every relationship is going to be subject to a wide range of complications and influences, be they cultural or personal. For some, waiting until the wedding night is the right decision. For others, it’s the worst decision they could make. Figuring it out is difficult and nobody wants to figure it out the hard way.

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December 26, 2018 · 8:32 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Brevity And Lovemaking

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When it comes to quality lovemaking, there’s this notion that it has to be long, drawn out, and elaborate. It can’t be over in a few minutes. That sort of thing tends to be fodder for dirty jokes than meaningful romance. Shows like “Married With Children” were built on a foundation of those jokes.

While I don’t deny the appeal and sexiness of extended lovemaking, I also think there’s a place for the quicker, more concise kind as well. I’m not just talking about quickies in a bathroom, either. I believe that brief, quick, and concise lovemaking has a place in the erotica/romance landscape. It’s trickier to build sexy stories around, but it can work.

I’ve toyed with that idea in some of my novels and sexy short stories. I think it’s an idea in need of refinement rather than crude humor. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of showing that the concept can work. We all have so much going on in our lives. Not all lovemaking needs to be a test in endurance. Sometimes, even in acts of love, there’s something entirely fitting of brief, but passionate sexiness. Enjoy!

Our time is brief.

Our opportunities are fleeting, at best.

Through the chaos and toil, our love finds a way.

It cannot be constrained or circumvented. At some point during days of labor and toil, I’ll crave your loving embrace. Thoughts of our bodies entwined and entangled dance across my mind’s eye. They inspire me and motivate me, making even fleeting moments as precious as air or water.

No matter how determined or dedicated, though, we are still at the mercy of time. The world doesn’t make room for us, nor does it slow down when we finally have our chance. Each second passes us by at the same rate. The burden is on us to make them count. Every tick is finite, but our passions are not.

In one second, we find each other.

In another, we kiss.

In another, we shed our clothes.

In another, we unite our flesh.

No matter how intense, time continues to unfold. As such, we vent our passions with urgency. There can be no wasted breaths or lost moments. Together, we must focus. The sweet release we seek will not come to us. We must, instead, seize it as one.

We move quickly, but effectively.

We ascend rapidly, but smoothly.

We embrace firmly, but affectionately.

There’s no time to linger. Our love must be complete. We take the direct route, saving the elaborate paths for another day. I know all your shortcuts. You know mine. Together, we are locked in, focused on a singular act of love. When it arrives, we share in the feeling. We savor what we can, like the tiniest, tastiest treat.

It may end quickly, but it’s never forgettable. Whether spanning seconds or eons, the feeling is conveyed. The passions exchanged are clear. We made our love real and needed little time to do it. Brevity breeds efficiency and there’s no doubt, whatsoever. Our love is truly that efficient.

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December 25, 2018 · 9:17 am

“The Greatest Present” A Sexy Short Story For Christmas

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote as my personal gift, of sorts, to those in the mood for a sexier kind of holiday. I hope you enjoy it and I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.

“Ungh! Who the hell left the alarm clock on?” groaned a restless Aaron Wales.

The former theater actor turned sales manager rolled over and pounded his fist on the blaring clock radio. Much to his annoyance, it read 6:00 a.m. That was usually the time he had to get up just to be at work on time. Christmas morning was one of the few times when he could sleep in. Now, with his ears still ringing, he sighed as he laid back in bed.

“Merry Christmas, indeed,” he muttered.

Neither his tone nor his mood was very festive. That wasn’t entirely because he’d been jarred from a peaceful sleep, either. Christmas had been extra stressful for the past couple years. It was stressful enough, getting together with family and finishing all his shopping in time. Both he and his wife, Violet, came from big families that loved to go all out when it came to celebrating the holidays. It was usually so joyous, but for Aaron, there wasn’t much to celebrate.

Not long ago, his dream of acting professionally took a big hit when the theater company he worked for went bankrupt. It happened unexpectedly. While he later found out his boss had been mismanaging the budget for years, Aaron had worked hard for that company. For a time, it laid out a path for him to achieve his dream.

That dream now felt like a distant memory. He’d married Violet just before the company went bankrupt, promising her that he would bring raw spectacle to their lives and many others. She believed him. Being a graphic designer, she was one of the few who appreciated his love of the arts. Having to take a job in a sales department, just to keep paying the bills, felt like he’d broken that promise.

“I miss feeling excited about the holidays,” Aaron said to himself. “I miss feeling excited about any day.”

Resigned to his lack of holiday spirit, he turned over to see that the other half of his bed was empty. That didn’t surprise him. Violet was an early riser and was probably planning out their trip to his parents’ house later that morning. Content to let her work, he rolled over in hopes of going back to sleep.

Then, his phone started buzzing. He’d received another text. With another groan, Aaron reached over to response.

“What now?” he muttered.

Upon opening his phone, he was surprised to see a text from his wife. The fact they shared the same undersized apartment made that strange. What was even stranger, though, was the content of the text.

“Wake up, you wannabe Scrooge,” he read. “Santa came last night. He left something special under the tree.”

A string of colorful emojis followed, which confirmed it came from Violet. She ended every text with excessive emojis. It was her way of letting him know she appreciated his taste for the theatrics. It also let him know when she was being serious.

“Something special, eh?” Aaron said. “Well, I’m definitely not getting back to sleep now.”

Curiosity quickly overrode grogginess as he slipped out of bed and put on his bath robe. He then replied to the text, letting Violet know he was on his way. She responded with more emojis, as if to encourage him to hurry.

Heeding her request, Aaron exited the master bedroom and made his way down the hall. He suddenly felt like a kid again, making his way downstairs on Christmas morning to open presents. He already noticed that the lights from the Christmas tree in the living room were turned on. He could even hear a fire crackling in the fireplace, which was very unusual at such an early hour.

“What are you up to, Violet?” he wondered.

Seeking both answers and a good excuse for being up so early, he entered the living room not knowing what to expect. What he saw would’ve roused even the most bitter of Christmas spirits, among other things.

“Good morning, darling,” greeted a loving, sexy voice. “I hope you like your present!”

Aaron just stood in stunned silence for a moment. What he saw before him might not count as a classic Christmas miracle, but it probably should have.

Lying just in front of the Christmas tree they’d only finished decorating a week ago was the same beautiful woman he’d married, but presented in a spectacle that any theater enthusiast could appreciate. That simple nighty she’d worn to bed the other night was long gone. In fact, all her clothing was gone. She was as naked as the day she was born, except for an oversized red bow over her breasts and connected streamers that covered other parts of her female anatomy.

In addition to the bow was a large tag that read “To: Aaron. From: Santa.” It, along with the lighting from the tree and the steady glow of the fire in the fireplace, gave the impression that St. Nick himself had dropped off an angel to revitalize his Christmas spirit. If the sudden change of blood-flow in his lower body were any indication, it was working.

“Wow,” Aaron said with a beaming grin. “I don’t remember putting this on my Christmas list.”

“You didn’t have to,” Violet said curtly. “Santa knows what the boys and girls of the world wants, especially if they’ve been extra good.”

“And I’ve somehow been that good?”

“You have,” she said, “more so than you think.”

Like a true angel of the season, she rose up from the floor. The big red bow stayed on her body, covering her breasts. However, the fancy red streams did nothing to hide the rest of her nude features. Her legs, hips, and pussy were all clearly visible as she approached and took him in her loving arms.

“I’ve seen it too,” Violet told him. “These past few years – ever since the theater company went under – you’ve wanted more than just a cushy position as a sales manager.”

“Guess that’s one part of the list you don’t need to check twice,” Aaron said.

“I remember how your spirit sunk that day,” she went on. “I don’t think it has fully recovered. You still want a life in theater, but your path to it seems blocked. Even though it’s disheartening, you still find a way to be so good…to treat your family, your friends, and me with such love.”

“I’ve never been one to take my frustrations out on others. I’ve always tried to save that for the stage.”

“And in the spirit of Christmas, I just can’t let someone that good go without a special present.”

She embraced him closer, parts of her naked body making contact with his. Aaron stood enchanted under her touch as she lovingly caressed his unshaven face, not minding his bed hair or demeanor. He found himself returning her gesture, slipping his arms around her waist and feeling under the bow to touch her naked skin. Suddenly, Aaron wished he’d worn loser boxer shorts.

“Your holiday spirit never ceases to amaze me, Violet,” he told her. “This is a hell of a way to cheer a guy up on Christmas morning.”

“What makes you think that’s all I’m doing?” Violet asked with a sneaky undertone.

“Well, your lack of panties – and any other clothing, for that matter – does send that message.”

“That’s still only part of it. Take a look under the tag. You’ll see what I mean!”

Now intrigued, as well as horny, he did as she asked and turned over the extra-large tag hanging from the bow. Taped to the back was something almost as astonishing as seeing his naked wife under their Christmas tree wearing nothing but a bow.

“Holy…babe, is this what I think it is?” Aaron exclaimed, his excitement rivaling that of any child.

“That depends. Do you think it’s a business card of the West Broadway Theater Company? One that happens to have a note from the managing partner on the back?”

“A note that asks when can I start and who to call,” he said, his head spinning. “How did you…I mean, I thought they weren’t hiring!”

“They weren’t,” Violet told them, “until I cashed in almost every favor I could at my company. I offered the company some extensive pro-bono work from my team, provided they give you another chance to prove yourself. They agreed two days ago.”

“And you’ve been keeping this news from me ever since?”

“Only because I wanted to make it something special,” she said in a more serious tone, “a holiday spectacle the likes of which you didn’t think you could have anymore. Well, guess what? That changes today!”

The intensity in her voice was almost as big a turn-on as her being naked. Aaron still needed a moment to process it, holding the card up with his shaking hands to make sure it was real. Near as he could tell, it was as real as the falling snow outside. It was really happening. He officially had another chance to achieve his dream.

From the looks of it, his wife had gone out of her way to make it happen. That work she mentioned meant she was in for a lot of late nights for no added pay. If that beaming smile on her face was any indication, though, it was a price she’d gladly paid.

“Violet…I’m at a total loss here,” Aaron said, still in disbelief. “This is, quite possibly, the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

“Even better than the time your brother got you Hamilton tickets?” she questioned.

“Yes! This is definitely better than that,” he said without hesitation. “I honestly thought my dream was over. I did everything I thought I could possibly do. I was almost resigned to the idea that it was impossible.”

“Except, it wasn’t,” she pointed out. “You just needed some help getting another chance.”

“No. Not just help,” Aaron said, “a Christmas miracle!”

The card still in hand, his dream once again within his reach, he gave his wife the biggest kiss he’d given since their wedding day. His heart and spirit were energized in ways that he hoped to channel into his next theater performance. For the time being, though, he focused all of it onto the beautiful woman in his arms.

Their kiss was so passionate that it ended up loosening the bow covering her breasts. It also loosened his bathrobe, which already felt burdensome under the heat of their intimate contact. With the fire raging in the fireplace nearby, the whole room felt hot and wearing any clothing at that point felt untenable.

“Mmm…miraculous, indeed,” Violet said, already breathless.

“That’s just the first part. Now, I have to give you your gift!” Aaron said in his most seductive tone.

“You mean the new headphones I asked for? You already gave me those,” she said playfully.

“You know what I mean,” he quipped with a smirk. “Beside, I get the sense you didn’t dress up like a present without wanting to be unwrapped.”

“You sensed right, dear husband.”

Her seductive tone now matching his, they kissed again with greater purpose. As their lips and tongues meshed, Aaron undid the sash to his robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of white boxers. He then took his wife in to his powerful arms and laid her down on the carpet just in front of the Christmas tree.

She laughed joyously as she showed off his strength and spirit, which he hadn’t shown much of in recent years. That must have really turned her on because she began undoing the bow covering her naked body. What she started, though, Aaron made sure to finish. Like a kid tearing into the biggest present under the tree, he ripped it off to render Violet completely naked.

“Now there’s a sight worthy of holiday magic,” Aaron said with a festive grin.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Violet teased. “Get those boxers off and join your greatest gift under the tree!”

He didn’t need any further tempting. With a perfect blend of urgency and eagerness, he slipped out of his boxers, rendering him as naked as his lover. He was already partially aroused, an unavoidable byproduct of seeing his beautiful wife under the Christmas tree so early in the morning. As he hovered over her and took in the sight of the woman who’d just helped revitalize his dream, the arousal escalated in accord with his passion.

“Come, my loving husband,” she said to him. “Let’s create our own holiday special!”

Needing no further miracles to give his wife the gift he desired, Aaron went to work expressing the breadth of his love for her in the most physical manner possible. Being a lover of theater, he knew better than most how to turn passions into actions.

He began with a round of heated kissing, complete with plenty of tongue. He supplemented that with his wife’s favorite brand of foreplay, which involved him kneading her breasts with both hands, giving her nipples a pinch while she raked her fingers over the sinews of his back. That intense, physical touching created a heat that even the holiday cold couldn’t hope to quell. The added light of the Christmas tree helped create an even greater ambience.

“Mmm…I’m definitely in the spirit, now!” Violet purred as he kissed down her neck.

“Just you wait,” Aaron whispered into her ear, “the show’s just getting started!”

Further tapping into his theatrical talents, he proceeded to the next act of their holiday special. All the kissing and touching had rendered his love aroused and eager for his manly flesh. He could tell by the way her legs parted, the heat from her inner thighs radiating with desire. His manhood already fully erect, he prepared their flesh for a very festive union.

Shifting his hands from her breasts to her hips, Aaron positioned himself between her legs. Violet showed plenty of spirit as she eagerly hooked her legs around his waist, welcoming into her grasp. Their eyes never diverted as he guided his member towards her wet entrance. With a single, determined thrust, he entered her. In that moment, the line between their love and a Christmas miracle disappeared.

“Ohhh Aaron!” she gasped. “That feels so…festive!”

“Festive indeed,” he grinned.

They kissed again. Holiday miracles gave way to more basic instincts as their bodies began moving in the traditional dance of lovers. Aaron was more focused than usual, really digging his knees and feet into the floor as he made love to his wife, working their bodies in a rhythm worthy of the holiday spirit. Deep moans, hard gasps, and blissful proclamations of love followed, welcoming Christmas morning with the utmost joy.

Upon establishing that extra-special rhythm, their naked bodies moved and rocked together in a procession of intimate positions. They rolled around together on their living room floor, laughing and smiling as they embraced each other with amorous passion. One moment, Aaron was on top, pumping away into her intimate depths. The next, she was on top, riding his cock like the true holiday angel she was in his mind.

Beyond the inherent bliss that came with making love to his beautiful wife, Aaron saw in her a woman who had gone the extra mile. Violet was not just someone who married him for who he was. She married him for who he was striving to be. That kind of love set her apart from any woman he’d ever known. Like any good theatrical performance, the vision had to take priority over the various acts. For a love like theirs, it made for a beautiful performance.

“Violet! Ooh Violet…my Christmas angel,” he moaned in between his heated movements. “I…I’m really close.”

“Me…me too,” she panted. “Come on! One more miracle! Let’s…let’s come together!”

Whether by theatrics or holiday magic, their bodies seemed perfectly entwined for their ultimate peak. As they made their final push, they ended up in front of the fireplace, both in an upright position. Violet had her legs arched around his waist while he had a firm hold on her butt. From that position, she could ride his cock and he could supplement her every movement with his arms. It was the perfect setup for the grand finale.

Together, they guided each other to the brink or orgasm and beyond. When they reached the top of that proverbial peak, he embraced her closely and she embraced him back. Then, in one final miracle, they each shared in the ultimate holiday treat.

“Ohhh Aaron!”

“Oohhh Violet!”

Just as their voices supplemented one another, their bodies trembled under the weight of unfiltered ecstasy. His manhood tensed while her womanhood throbbed, their fluids mixing together in a pool of intimate bliss. Ripples of sensations morphed into waves as a euphoric heat surrounded them, compounding the heat of the fire with that of their naked bodies.

In that moment, under the light of their Christmas tree and the fire in their fireplace, the greatest present he could’ve asked for manifested before his eyes. His wife hadn’t just demonstrated how much she loved him and how far they’d come. She showed, through the spirit of the holidays, that dreams didn’t have to disappear. Through his wife’s love and a little holiday theatrics, miracles were possible.

“Merry Christmas, my darling husband,” she said lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife,” Aaron replied, matching her love every step of the way. “Thank you for giving me the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever had.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, “and if you think this is special, just wait until you see what I have planned for New Years!”

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December 25, 2018 · 8:28 am

Have A Very Merry (And Sexy) Christmas

To friends, family, and all the wonderful people who help make this website as awesome as it is, I wish you a very Merry Christmas. May your holidays be filled with love, happiness, and all things sexy.

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December 23, 2018 · 12:01 am

Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Christmas 2018 Edition

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It’s almost here! Christmas is just a few days away. I guess today is technically Christmas Eve Eve, but I’ve never been one for technicalities. I don’t need many reasons to enjoy the holidays and celebrate the season. While I’m not a big fan of the religious aspect of the holidays, I still love celebrating the season.

As a kid, Christmas was my favorite holiday for any number of reasons. I was a kid. I enjoyed getting new toys and eating lots of holiday-themed treats. It was just so appealing on so many levels. As I’ve gotten older, though, I like to think I’ve come to appreciate Christmas in a different way. It’s not just about getting new toys anymore. It has gained a far deeper meaning.

Whether you’re religious or not, it’s something we can all appreciate. For just one day out of the year, we take some time away from all that crap that divides and make a concerted effort to come together. It’s a beautiful thing in an otherwise flawed world and I love celebrating it in every possible way. Whether it’s giving gifts or cooking special treats, I’m proud of how I embrace the spirit of the season.

Since Christmas doesn’t fall on a Sunday this year, I’m using today to celebrate Christmas in 2018 with my Sexy Sunday Thoughts. It’s been a long, trying year for many people, some more so than others. Let’s take a moment to appreciate how far we’ve come and just appreciate the sexy spirit of the holidays.

“A rough day at the office means something very distinct for anyone who works at a brothel.”

“Is it really a coincidence that most men like food that is hot and moist?”

“Virginity is one of the only aspects of life in which complete inexperience is valued.”

“A penis is the only body part that gets bigger without exercise.”

“All love has a basis in wanting to swap body fluids of some kind.”

“Masturbation is not that different from studying for an exam.”

“Great sex is the only drug that’s addictive for the right reasons.”

I hope that got everyone into the Christmas spirit, among other things. Once again, I wish everybody safe, happy, and sexy holiday. Whether you’re exchanging presents with family, getting drunk off eggnog, or just sleeping because the neighbor’s kids won’t shut up, I hope you find some way to make your holiday special. In the spirit of peace, love, and all things sexy, Merry Christmas!

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December 22, 2018 · 12:05 am

“Holiday Three-Way” A Sexy Short Story For The Holidays

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help get everyone excited for the holidays in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“Are you ready for your favorite holiday tradition, my love?” asked the sexiest, most loving voice in the world?

“I’m ready, Erin,” replied an excited Benjamin Alanzo. “I’m so goddamn ready!”

“I can see that,” she laughed. “You’re more excited than usual.”

“What can I say? I’m full of Christmas spirit!”

Ben laughed along with his beautiful wife, Erin. He couldn’t help but be a little giddy. It was Christmas Eve. It was snowing outside. Tomorrow morning, they were going to spend the day with his parents where they would open presents, drink eggnog, and celebrate the holiday. However, that was only his second favorite tradition. His most favorite was just about to unfold.

“Um…can we take the blindfold off now?” said another female voice that sounded more humored than excited.

“Sure! I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough,” said Erin playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Is that also part of the tradition?”

“It is, actually. Go ahead! Share it with us.”

The other woman sounded both curious and intrigued. That was to be expected. He and Erin understood that their idea of a “holiday tradition” varied considerably compared to most married couples. Whereas some visited grandparents or baked gingerbread cookies, he and Erin opted for something a little kinkier.

Even by holiday standards, it was more elaborate than most. It started with them reserving a hotel suite at one of the best hotels in the city. It ended with him lying on the bed, blindfolded with his wrists bound by holiday bow-ties. Somewhere in between, his wonderful wife called up their favorite escort agency to enlist the help of another woman to make the holidays extra memorable. Every year, they found someone else who got a kick out of their tradition.

Ben finally got his first look at the woman with which they’d be sharing Christmas Eve with. After removing the blindfold, he laid eyes on a woman who looks a bit overwhelmed, but very spirited, none-the-less.

“Hi,” she said with a casual grin. “I’m Candi. I guess I’ll be the third part of this little holiday three-way.”

“Nice to meet you, Candi,” Ben said with a polite smile, “but make no mistake. There’s nothing little about this tradition.”

“And no, he’s not just talking about the bulge in his underwear,” Erin laughed.

“I’d hoped that part was self-evident,” he chuckled.

Candi finally shared in the laughter. It seemed like she was ready to embrace the tradition as well. Erin had already prepared her and she was a stunning testament to both the spirit of the season and raw sex appeal.

She was younger than her and Erin, looking to be college aged, which was typical for girls from the escort agency. She had a similar body type to that of his wife, bearing an athletic figure with just the right amount of curves and muscle tone. She also had on similar attire, wearing green lingerie that perfectly complemented Erin’s matching red lingerie. Both had an oversized bow on top covering their breasts, as if to present themselves as the sexiest presents a straight man could ask for.

It was a beautifully festive sight, one that already had him pitching a tent in his boxers, which was all he had on. Erin, who was on the king-sized bed with Candi, playfully teased it as she cast him that sexy glance that felt extra meaningful on the holidays.

“In case you’re wondering…yes, we do this every year,” Erin said to Candi, who just kept smiling with bemused fascination. “On Christmas Eve, I procure the services of an escort to give my wonderful husband a three-way. It’s one of those extra-special gifts that I just love giving!”

“And I love receiving it, just as much,” Ben said proudly.

“Hey, I wasn’t judging,” Candi said. “I’m just not used to serving married couples. Most of the married people I service…well, they don’t exactly advertise that they’re married.”

“And they probably do a piss-poor job of hiding their wedding rings too,” Erin said, rolling her eyes, “but we’re not one of those couples. We never have been. We knew before we got married that we don’t do monogamy, at least not the sexy part.”

“So you’re polygamous or something?” Candi asked.

“Not necessarily,” Erin said.

“I like to think we’re just a lot hornier than most people and we don’t waste time trying to suppress it,” said Ben.

“Yeah, I’d say that sums it up,” Erin chuckled, “and if we’re not going to suppress it, we might as well embrace it. Hence our sexy little holiday tradition!”

“And what a tradition it is!” he said proudly.

With a seductive glint in her eye, his wife leaned forward and kissed him. It helped reassure Candi that there was nothing unusual about what they were doing, relatively speaking. Most of the escorts they hired only thought it was somewhat strange that a couple hired escorts for three-ways. Candi’s reaction was a bit stronger, though. It was as if what she saw a Christmas miracle, of sorts.

As he and Erin kissed, Ben noticed the look on Candi’s face shift from one of curiosity to one of arousal. She crawled in a little closer, the heat of her body mixing with hers. She clearly wanted in on the action. In the spirit of giving, Ben had no intention of denying her and neither did his wife.

“It looks like you want a taste,” Erin said to Candi.

“Would you be jealous if I did?” Candi asked.

“Ha! Jealousy…such an ugly concept,” she scoffed. “I don’t own my husband’s lips or control what he does with them. He doesn’t own mine, either. I married him because I love him, not because I want to control what he does with his lips, hands, and genitals.”

“That…almost makes too much sense,” said Candi.

“Trust me. It’ll make even more after you kiss me,” Ben said, daring her more with his eyes.

Candi, abandoning whatever lingering hesitations she’d harbored, finally took him up on the offer and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were different than Erin’s, but sweet in their own unique way. Ben quickly learned that Candi liked to use a lot of tongue, so much so that it got a little sloppy. He heard Erin chuckle, but that didn’t stop her from joining in.

“At a girl, Candi! Taste those manly lips,” she said. “There’s plenty to go around.”

Erin rejoined the effort, crawling up closer so that she laid on one side of his still-bound body while Candi laid on the other. With newfound coordination, they came together in a three-way kiss. It got even messier, lips and tongues wrestling for a taste. It got proportionally sexier too, evoking desire and passions perfectly befitting of the holiday spirit.

“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” said Candi. “Both of you are.”

“We get a lot of practice,” Ben boasted.

“With each other and other people,” Erin added.

“Practice makes perfect,” he shrugged. “We’re better at other things too.”

“I’ll bet!” Candi said with growing excitement. “I already looking forward to it.”

“Now, you sound like a girl on Christmas morning,” teased Erin, “which is so fitting for what we’re about to do!”

The two beautiful women laughed as they resumed their three-way kissing. Their festive passions having been sparked, other sensual gestures followed. Erin began pawing his chest, tracing along the manly sinews of his upper body. Together, they trailed their lips down his neck and shoulders, exchanging glances as if to enhance their coordination. It quickly became a competition of who could use their lips better on his body and Ben was the ultimate winner.

“Oh yeah!” Ben moaned. “Now, you’re getting into it.”

“I’ll say,” Erin said.

The two women quickly made their way down his torso and abdomen, pawing and touching his exposed flesh along the way. When they finally got to his lower body, the bulge in his boxers became too big to ignore.

“Looks like we really roused his Christmas spirit,” said Erin.

“So we did,” Candi affirmed. “May I?”

“Or course! By all means, open our little present.”

Now positively giddy, Candi removed his boxers, letting his penis pop free of its confines. He was already fully erect. Having two beautiful women in bed did that to a man, but it was only the start of a much large spectacle.

“Wow!” said Candi. “That’s quite a package.”

“And people wonder why I’m such a spirited wife,” Erin said.

“They rarely wonder for long,” Ben said under his breath.

“And since we’re unwrapping presents, what do you say we unwrap a little something for my handsome hubby?”

Rather than explain it to their sexy guest, Erin demonstrated as only she could. With sex appeal that reminded Ben why he married her, she undid the bow on top of her lingerie and removed it in a sensual spectacle, revealing her breasts in the process. Ben swore his manhood twitched at such a sight.

Erin got the message quickly and mirrored his wife’s actions, undoing the bow on her attire as well and sliding it off to show off her own feminine endowment. Now, Ben had a perfect view of two topless women, each only wearing a thong at that point. Erin made it a point to show off her breasts alongside Candi’s, which were of similar size. Ben just marveled at the sight, like a kid gazing upon his favorite toys.

“Like what you see, my love?” Erin asked playfully.

“Hell yeah!” Ben said without hesitation. “It would be an affront to Christmas if I didn’t.”

“I’m already enjoying this tradition of yours,” Candi remarked.

“We’re still just getting warmed up. You’ve shown that you can keep up with me when it comes to kissing my husband. Think you can keep up when it comes to sucking his dick?”

“Hmm,” Candi said, pretending to think about it. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

It was official. Candi was buying into their tradition. She didn’t wait for Erin to set the tone like before. As soon as his wife licked her lips and went in to taste his cock, Candi joined in. Their lips touched the tip of his member almost simultaneously.

“Ooh! You’re keeping up nicely,” Ben commented.

That seemed to encourage them, much to his delight. Just as before, they treated it like a competition as to who could suck his dick better. All Ben had to do was lay back and enjoy the show.

Erin, a woman who once boasted she paid for a limo ride to her senior prom with blowjobs, set a high bar. She showed off her impressive gag reflex, taking almost his entire length into her mouth and trailing her lips down every veiny contour. Not to be outdone, Candi showed that she was a true professional, taking just as much of his length into her mouth and even using a little extra tongue around the tip.

“Not bad,” Erin said. “I see you’re one of those escorts who puts effort into her job.”

“What can I say? I like being good at my job,” Candi teased.

“Mmm…so do I,” said Ben. “I like it a lot!”

The two women snickered before resuming their competition, taking turns with their oral teasing. Candi sucked him off for a few rounds. Erin did the same, but made it a point to step up the pace. They furthered their coordination, stroking the base together.

Eventually, however, the completion gave way to playful, sexy fun. At one point, they were both licking along his shaft, giggling like a couple of school girls. They even kissed, using their breasts to tit-fuck him together. Ben almost came on the spot. It was so sexy he could barely contain himself. Were it not for the wrappers around his wrists, he would’ve contributed as well.

It perfectly symbolized the kind of relationship he and his wife had. They’d always been so sexually open, never hiding how much they loved to get frisky. He’d been an unapologetic ladies man, going all the way back to high school. Erin had always been a free spirit, so to speak. She never hid her fondness for sex, nor did she let anyone shame her for it.

When their paths crossed, it became clear to them that they could love each other and still want to have sex with other people. Ben recalled the first time Erin agreed to have a three-way. After that experience, he knew he was going to marry her. He also knew they were going to have an amazing sex life.

“I think we’ve teased him enough,” said Erin, sensing his growing eagerness.

“I’d say so too,” said Candi. “That dick is harder than the north pole!”

“And sucking it with you has gotten me all wet,” said Erin. “What do you say we ditch the panties and share the holiday spirit?”

“I’m game!” she said eagerly. “Hell, this is already the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”

Candi didn’t need Erin to set the stage at that point. She couldn’t slide off her panties fast enough, leaving her completely nude. Ben could already see the extent of her arousal. Apparently, the spirit of their holiday tradition had gotten her horny as well. In the spirit of that tradition, he couldn’t wait to show her more holiday spirit.

“Since you’re so excited, why don’t you ride his cock first?” Erin suggested.

“That’s so generous of you,” Candi said playfully.

“Well, it is the season of given,” Ben teased.

“That, it is!”

Erin and Candi coordinated once more. Candi, already fondling her pussy in anticipation, got on top of him and straddled his pelvis. As her outer folds hovered over the tip of his dick, Erin unwrapped one of the condoms they had stashed nearby and put it on, complete with some special lube. Candi, looking ready for holiday treats, eagerly grabbed hold of his torso and aligned her body with his. With a simple downward thrust of her hips, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Candi moaned out.

From there, holiday spectacle gave way to basic lust. His arms remained tied and his dick was free to ride, which Candi did with festive spirit. Ben could tell when an escort was just going through the motions to earn their money. He didn’t see any of that in Candi. She really had embraced her and Erin’s kinky tradition and it made the feeling that much more satisfying.

Ben clung hard to the ribbons that had his wrists tied, holding on as Candi gyrated her hips, working her moist folds along the length of his member. She was quite vocal about how much she enjoyed it, moaning and gasping blissfully while clinging to his torso with both hands. It felt so good, his manhood slithering inside a beautiful woman’s inner depths. Sharing that feeling with others felt wholly in line with the spirit of giving.

“Oh fuck yeah! Ooh I love Christmas!” Ben moaned.

“That’s it! Enjoy your gift, my love,” said Erin as she looked one.

Not one to be left out, Erin shared in the fun, as well. While Candi road his cock, she hovered over him, kissing his lips while she fondled her own pussy. As his face contorted to the bliss coursing through his body, she cast him a beaming smile. Seeing a lover in pleasure – the man she loved and the man who accepted her, sexual kinks and all – was a satisfying sight in its own right. It was a perfect reflection of why their approach to sex worked so well.

“You look like you’re having fun. Why don’t I share in this wondrous gift?” Erin said.

“Tis the season, my love,” Ben quipped.

Laughing playfully, she rose up so that she stood over him with her pelvis right in his face. With Candi still riding his dick, she shoved his head between her inner thighs so that he could taste her heat. Ben did so without hesitation, plunging his tongue into her moist folds and tasting her flesh as though it were his favorite holiday treat.

“Yes! Tis the season, indeed!” Erin moaned.

“You guys…are my new favorite clients!” Candi said, panting heavily from her movements.

“We’re fond of you too, Candi,” said Erin. “Here, let me show you how fond.”

In a show of flexibility that caught her by surprise, Rein leaned back with the flexibility of a skilled gymnast and kissed Candi. That only encouraged her even more. She leaned in closer, working her hips with more leverage as the three of them indulged in fleshly gifts.

Moans, grunts, and playful laughter soon filled the hotel room. Ben ate his wife out while Candi rode his cock, creating a perfect cycle of ecstasy that soon escalated. He could tell by the way her inner muscles throbbed that she was close to orgasm. Some escorts were good at faking it, but he sensed there was nothing fake about what she felt. The look on her face, the way her body shuddered, and the intensity with which she kissed Erin left no room for doubt. She was going to climax first.

“Oohhh fuck! I…I’m close. I’m coming!” she exclaimed.

“You almost sound surprised,” Erin said. “Guess that means I better make sure!”

True to the kinky spirit Ben so loved, Erin pulled away from Ben’s face and got behind Candi. Then, as the younger woman rode his member to the brink and beyond, she reached behind and fondled her breasts while kissing down her neck. That did more than just give Candi the final push she needed. That send her into an orgasmic frenzy that might as well have been a Christmas miracle.

“Oohhh yes!” Candi cried out.

It was a spectacle worthy of any holiday. Ben watched in awe as Candi closed her eyes, threw her head back, and trembled under the weight of her orgasmic release. Had Erin not been behind her, she probably would’ve collapsed under her own weight. She seemed to appreciate that, so much so that she gave Erin an extra sexy kiss that Ben committed to memory.

“Wow,” Erin said. “You’re pretty vocal during sexy time.”

“You mean…for an escort, right?” Candi said breathlessly.

“No, I don’t,” she replied.

Candi, still drunk on orgasmic bliss, smiled at the older woman and kissed her again. Her pussy continued throbbing around his member until the feeling passed. Afterward, she rose up off him. His member remained rock hard, though, and seeing two beautiful, naked women kiss only heightened his desires.

“I don’t know about you ladies, but I’m ready for the finale of our little tradition, if you are,” said Ben.

“I ready too, my darling,” said Erin without hesitation, “but if our lovely participant needs a moment or two…”

Candi didn’t even let her finish.

“I don’t!” she said intently. “Please…you two have been so good to me tonight. Whatever I need to do to help you complete this sexy holiday tradition, I’m game!”

Ben exchanged glances with Erin. That might have been the post-orgasm afterglow talking, but they trusted the younger woman’s words. If she was that determined to share in the Christmas spirit with them, who were they to argue?

“In that case, follow my lead and hold on!” Erin said in a deep, seductive voice. “This last part is naughty, nice, and everything in between.”

“Think of it as an extra-sexy stocking stuffer,” added Ben.

Candi, still catching her breath, just grinned in anticipation. While Ben removed the condom, Erin captured the younger woman’s lips once more and began making out with her. As their naked bodies got reacquainted, Erin laid her down and got on top of her, their breasts now perfectly mashed together.

It was such a sexy sight, ensuring Ben’s dick stayed rock hard and ready for the final push. Already filled with Christmas spirit, among many other feelings, he joined in the kinky fun. He positioned himself behind the two women, playfully grabbing his wife’s heart-shaped ass as he guided his manhood towards her wet opening.

“My loving husband is going to fuck me now,” Erin said to Candi. “He’s going to make me come. In the process, we’re going to make you come a second time.”

“That’s…ambitious,” Candi said, almost sounding skeptical.

“It’s not ambition. It’s what’s going to happen!” she said with the utmost certainty.

“It’ll be the sexiest Christmas miracle of all time,” Ben added, sharing his wife’s confidence.

Sensing that Candi remained unconvinced, Ben went to work coordinating with his wife to deliver on their Christmas promise. Now hovering over the two naked women, watching his wife resume her make-out session with Candi, he eagerly thrust his hips forward and entered Erin’s pussy. After being restrained for the first part of their sexy tradition, he could finally demonstrate his own sexual prowess.

With strength and vigor that could brighten any holiday, Ben skillfully worked his manhood within his love’s moist folds. Her womanly flesh hugged his so perfectly, embracing him and the spirit of their love. Together, they embraced the feeling of free, unfiltered bliss that they’d made part of their sex lives. It was part of what made their relationship special and more than a little kinky.

Candi got to share in that feeling. He could tell by the look on her face that his wife was using her knowledge of the female body to their advantage. As their naked bodies grinded together under the fervor of his sexual movements, their breasts rubbed together to share in the simulation. Erin also made sure her pelvis rubbed against the younger woman in just the right way to stimulate her still-swollen clit, ensuring she got to share in the fruits of their intimate labor.

“Oohhh yeah! You feel that, Candi?” Erin said as their naked bodies rocked in unison.

“Mmm…I do. I really do!” Candi said, almost sounding surprised.

“My husband…fucks me good! Watch him…make me…come!”

His wife’s faith and confidence in him never ceased to amaze him. It made Ben even more determined to give Erin the ecstasy she craved.

He pulled out all the stops, digging his knees and feet into the bed as he humped her with focused vigor. Ben knew just how to get his wife to the brink, stimulating those extra-sensitive areas within her depths. It was one of the benefits of marrying such a horny woman. She knew how to have sex and she knew how to enjoy an orgasm. It made his job easier and more satisfying.

It still surprised Candi, though. She looked genuinely shocked when she too approached the brink of orgasm.

“It’s happening! I’m coming! I…I’m coming!” Candi exclaimed.

“Ohhh me too!” Erin moaned. “Let’s…let’s come together!”

“By all means, ladies!” Ben grinned.

Feeling emboldened with even more Christmas spirit – as well as an orgasm of his own, which he’d been holding back for a while – he delivered the last round of thrusts. As soon as Erin crossed that special threshold, she took her hands in his, enlaced their fingers together, and held on as the feeling washed over her.

It was still as beautiful a sight as it was on their first honeymoon, seeing his wife climax. She threw her head back, arched her body, and let out a cry to the heavens that could probably be heard at the North Pole. It was sweeter than any Christmas music.

As her inner muscles throbbed around his cock, Candi climaxed again as well. She ended up grabbing onto their hands as well, as though they were her anchor in their ascent to ecstasy. She wasn’t as vocal as she’d been on the first orgasm, but it was every bit as festive.

“Enjoying the holidays yet?” Ben said, leaning over and whispering into his wife’s wear.

“With you…I always do,” Erin replied lovingly.

While she soaked in her orgasmic bliss, she turned her head and captured his lips in a loving kiss. Even with part of Candi’s lipstick smeared on her face, it tasted so sweet.

“You two are just too awesome,” Candi said. “This is officially my favorite Christmas tradition of all time!”

“Funny you should say that,” said Erin after their lips parted. “Who said it’s over?”

“Well, I did notice that someone hasn’t gotten their gift yet,” she said.

“We can’t have that now, can we? Whatever shall we do?”

“I don’t know….tit fuck him until he comes on our breasts?” Candi said, as though it were the most mundane thing ever.

“Well, I was going to offer Christmas cookies, but that works too!”

“I’ll take either!” Ben said eagerly.

“I bet you would,” Erin said coyly, “but I know which one you prefer.”

His wife knew him too well. Ben, still panting heavily, withdrew his penis from his wife’s throbbing pussy and rose back into an upright position. From there, the two naked women practically pounced on his dick, getting on both sides of him and coordinating with stunningly sexy efficiency.

While exchanging sultry glances, the Erin and Candi skillfully mashed their breasts together around his rigid cock. Then, like a well-oiled piston, they worked his member between their fleshy mounds, sending Ben into a state of heavenly bliss that brought him to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh…ohhh fuck!” he grunted. “Ladies…I’m about to…come!”

“Go on, my darling,” Erin said. “You’ve been such a good boy.”

“A good, naughty boy!” Candi added.

After a few more sensual motions, it finally happened. Ben crossed that special threshold that separated simple bliss from intense ecstasy. He found himself embracing both women as he let out a deep, powerful grunt of euphoria. His lower body shuddered and his manhood throbbed as he released his load of manly fluid.

Having held back for a while, it was quite a load. It surprised Candi, but not Erin. She just opened her mouth and eagerly licked up his juices, as though it were her favorite holiday treat. She didn’t mind that she got some in her eye. Candi even helped her lick it up, a courtesy that seemed entirely in keeping with the spirit of Christmas.

“Merry Christmas…to all,” Ben said in his blissful days.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” Erin said, smiling up at him as she licked the cum off her fingers.

“Don’t you mean Merry fucking Christmas…literally?” Candi joked.

“Okay, it’s official. You’re our new favorite escort!”

The two women laughed. Ben did as well while enjoying what remained of his release. Now spent and satisfied, he laid back down on the bed. Candi and Erin joined him, each curling up to his side. Erin gave him a loving kiss and Candi gave one as well, looking like she had more holiday spirit than either of them.

The younger woman wasn’t the first escort they’d invited to a three-way. She wasn’t even the first one with which they shared their special holiday tradition. However, Candi showed a greater appreciation of it than anyone else before her. The idea that they helped share such an intimate, sexy tradition with her only made the holidays more memorable.

“Thank you,” Candi said to them. “Seriously, I know you just hired me for a job, but this was…well, let’s just say I needed it. Escorts don’t usually work on Christmas Eve because of their holiday spirit.”

“I’m glad you could share this with us, Candi,” said Ben. “I hope we’ve given you a new appreciation for holiday traditions.”

“Oh you definitely have!” she said. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at Christmas the same way.”

“Then, consider that our gift to you,” said Erin, “and if you’re ever in town again, looks up. If you enjoyed what we do for Christmas, then I think you’ll love what we do for New Years!”

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December 20, 2018 · 9:54 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Gift Giving

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This is the season of gift giving and gift exchanges. Unless you’re an inherently miserable person or the basis of Billy Bob Thorton’s best movie, it’s a wonderful time of year. I’ve always loved the holidays. As a kid, it was fun because it meant getting toys and eating candy. As an adult, it’s fun for those same reasons, but there’s also festive sex appeal that goes with it.

There have been a few points in my life where I’ve been in a relationship during the holidays. Without giving away too many intimate details, I can safely say that the spirit of gift giving did plenty to raise both my holiday spirit and that of my significant other. Sharing in gifts may seem shallow and exceedingly commercial, but it still conveys a powerful sentiment beyond the season.

It shows, among other things, just how much you care. It shows that you’re willing to put in the time and effort. All functional relationships require that kind of commitment. The holidays, when done right, can celebrate that commitment. It can even be a sexy celebration. Sometimes, being a little naughty makes everything feel extra nice in ways that only adults can appreciate.

With Christmas fast approaching, I dedicate this Daily Sexy Musing to the kinkier, more mature side of gift-giving. There will always be a place for child-like fun during this time of year, but adults can have fun too. If they can squeeze the sexy kind of fun into the mix, then that just makes the season all the more special. Enjoy!

The snow is falling.

The tree is lit.

The presents are neatly wrapped.

For children, it is the most exciting time of the year. They all sleep restlessly, eager to play with their new toys. For us, however, we share a more intimate gift. It doesn’t always involve toys, but it evokes the same excitement.

Under the light of the tree and the smell of fresh cocoa, I give to you a simple gift. It’s small, neatly wrapped, and fits easily in the palm of your hand. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in sentiment. It has to because there’s no package big enough to contain the passion I feel for you.

I watch you open it.

I see your eyes light up with the joy of a thousand children.

I know then that Santa Clause himself just got upstaged.

You throw your arms around me. I embrace you without hesitation. Your touch carries the intensity of a spirit enchanted by something beyond any holiday. It burns brighter than any star, echoing with cheer beyond any season. No one day or month can possibly contain the love we share, but that only makes the moments more festive.

In that unique spirit, we celebrate. An exchange of goods becomes an exchange of passions. We defy the long nights and winter cold, shedding thick layers of clothes in favor of the heat we create together. Every act conveys the extent of our spirit. In the light of the holidays, it offers unique paths with which to journey.

With one gift, I put my love into a tangible form.

With one gift, I tell you more than I can ever put into words.

With one gift, I inspire a year’s worth of passion.

With one gift, I celebrate the love we share.

It need not be large or smell. It just has to convey the feelings we cherish. By embracing that passion, every day we share our love feels like Christmas.

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December 18, 2018 · 6:01 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Ode To (Sexy And Non-Sexy) First Times

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When it comes to a meaningful romance, the first time often sets the tone. By that, I’m not just referring to the first time two people get naked in an intimate setting. As a fan of romance beyond the sexy themes, I believe it encompasses more than that.

There’s that first real date you go on. There’s that first kiss you share. There’s that first time when you make your lover laugh. I certainly remember my first kiss. Even though that relationship did not pan out in the long run, I’ll always treasure that memory. It was exciting and powerful in so many ways. Whether a relationship succeeds or fails, those moments stand out.

The following Daily Sexy Musing is a deeper contemplation on the idea of first times and the feelings that come with them. As novelty-seeking creatures, those feelings resonate on a profound level. They can be a critical point in an epic romance or just the catalyst for a sexy short story. Either way, the romantic and sexual potential is undeniable and worth cherishing. Enjoy!

Not long ago, you and I were total strangers. We woke up every morning, oblivious to one another’s existence. We neither hindered nor aided our respective lives. We were perfectly functional beings without each other. Then, in one fateful moment, it changes.

Now, I cannot imagine my life without you.

Now, I cannot stomach the idea of never seeing you again.

Now, I cannot stop myself from wanting you and the passions you inspire.

It happened so quickly. First, we met. It was not planned or expected. By fate or circumstance, we just happened to meet. That initial impression stuck with us. I intrigued you and you intrigued me. There was a draw between us, a gravity from which we couldn’t escape. Rather than resist, we followed this unspoken force.

Then, we had our first date. On that night, you became something more than a curiosity. You revealed yourself as the missing part of soul unaware of how broken it was. You filled a void that had always been present, but never acknowledged. You are no longer just another presence. You are so much more to me.

Then, we had our first kiss and everything changed again. In one act, I realize how much I want to be with you. From that simple gesture, I come to know how much I need you in my life. The line between want and need blurs. In you, I find fulfillment and completion.

One gesture inspires countless others.

One touch evokes an endless desire for more.

One act empowers the heart and spirit to greater heights.

Finally, we make love for the first time. Like tasting water for the first time, it transcends reason. Our hearts soar and not just from heated exertion. The excitement of new a new intimacy blends with the desire to forge a lasting bond. Together, we share this feeling. In doing so, we find out how much we like it.

That initial thrill leaves a lasting impression. Our minds and souls are now marked with the echoes of this profound experience. I feel in you an uncharted path. I see in you a long journey I wish to undertake.

Together, we take that first step.

Together, we remember that step.

For the rest of our lives, we recall our first time.

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