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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Holiday Shopping 2019 Edition

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It’s official. The holidays are here! That means the people who have been whining about seeing Christmas decorations since October can finally stop whining. There’s no more leftover turkey or Halloween candy. For the next few weeks, it’s all about getting ready for Christmas and all the festive joys that entails.

For me, one of those joys involves holiday shopping. Yes, I know that’s strange to hear from a straight guy who writes sexy short stories about sex robots. No, I don’t care. I love shopping, in general. I attribute that mostly to my awesome mother, who just loved taking me to malls when I was a baby. I like to think that left an indelible mark that is at its best during the holidays.

That’s because when it comes to holiday shopping and buying presents for loved ones, I do not take it lightly. I’m not cheap and I make a concerted effort to get a gift that’s meaningful. That means no gift cards or last-minute panic buys. When someone opens a gift I bought them, I want their face to light up like a dozen Christmas trees. Seeing that joy and sharing it with loved ones is part of why I love the holidays.

It all starts with the shopping. I know the malls are crowded, the parking is a mess, and the commercials are cheesy. I don’t care. I love every second of it and I intend to enjoy it until Christmas Eve. As of now, most of my shopping is done. I still have a few more gifts to buy and I intend to make them count.

Say what you will about my opinions on politics, religion, and sex robots. Just never doubt my Christmas spirit. I hope these Sexy Sunday Thoughts make that point. Enjoy!


“The ability of a man to masturbate to the same porn star is indicative of how loyal he’ll be in a relationship.”


“Technically, family reunion are celebrations of successful orgasms.”


“A happy spouse, a loyal spouse, and a horny spouse are difficult traits to juggle.”


“When you think about it, simultaneous orgasm was the first manifestation of socialism.”


“A relationship based on make-up sex is the romantic equivalent of a stock market bubble.”


“Someone with a foot fetish probably has mixed feelings about dirty socks.”


“Take a moment to appreciate how creative and horny the inventor of certain sex toys must have been.”


I hope that helped get everyone into the holiday shopping spirit. Whether you do it online or brave the crowded malls, I encourage everyone to put a little extra effort into getting gifts for your loved ones. They don’t have to be expensive. They just have to be meaningful and sincere. That, more than anything, is what makes the holiday spirit so special.

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Getting (Back) Into Shape After Thanksgiving

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By now, with the Thanksgiving festivities over and the family gatherings complete, it’s finally sinking in. You realize just how much you ate and how much you’ve probably set back that New Years Resolution you made 11 months ago. If your Thanksgiving was as successful as mine, then it’s likely you feel as anxious as I do about what we just put our bodies through.

That’s not to say it was a bad thing. Thanksgiving is a holiday. You’re supposed to overeat, over-indulge, and forget every sound nutrition advice you ever got from your doctor. That’s part of what makes it special. At some point, however, you have to let go of the holiday spirit and get back to more responsible health habits.

It can be frustrating, tedious, and strenuous on so many levels. It’s still worth doing. Take it from someone who eats like a pig on the holidays and was out of shape for the first half of his life. You do feel a difference when you make an effort to get back into shape after Thanksgiving.

To that end, I’d like to share a few tips, along with some personal insights. Over the past few years, I’ve developed and refined my own method for getting back into healthier habits after a successful Thanksgiving. I’ve even developed my own unique workout routine.

Now, I’m not going to claim that this is one of those gimmicky fitness regiments that you see in infomercials and fitness magazines full of Photoshopped fitness models. What works for one person isn’t going to work for everyone. Everybody’s body is different. Everybody reacts to holiday gorging and exercise differently. There’s no one-size-fits-all approach to getting into shape, at least for now.

That said, there are many health benefits to exercise and staying in shape, especially after the holidays. It goes beyond just looking better naked and looking sexier at the beach in the summer. In some ways, the exercise you do after the holidays is even more rewarding and not just because you have more calories to burn.

You work hard on yourself to ensure you can indulge during the holidays. Like anything worth achieving, putting in the effort makes the end result more satisfying. I’ve certainly come to appreciate that effort and in the interest of helping those still digesting that extra slice of cheesecake, here is my personal process for getting into shape after Thanksgiving.


Step 1: Refocused Diet (That Makes Me Less Hungry)

Make no mistake. Diet is the hardest part of staying in shape.

There’s a popular saying that six-pack abs are made in the kitchen. That’s not just an adage. It’s true. How you eat is a major factor in how you look, feel, and conduct yourself in any effort related to your health. I know Thanksgiving tends to throw a wrench in any diet you might have maintained all year. I say that as someone who ate no fewer than three slices of cheesecake on Thanksgiving.

In a sense, Thanksgiving is the ultimate cheat day and one you should take advantage of. When that day is over, though, the key is less about eating less and more about eating right. What I mean by that is you should focus not on just eating fewer calories. The goal should be to feel less hungry.

That can be done without sheer will-power. It’s a fact that certain foods make you less hungry. Those foods are often high in fiber and protein, including things like eggs, nuts, and whole wheat bread. You don’t have to eat much of those to feel full. Most of my post-Thanksgiving meals consist of chicken, mixed vegetables, and eggs. Much of it comes from frozen meals which aren’t that expensive.

On top of that, I ditch soda and drink mainly water or black coffee. That helps keep sugar intake to a minimum. While it’s difficult to cut sugar out completely, especially after enjoying so many holiday desserts, it is important to limit it. Whether it’s your coffee or your snacks, it’s the sugar that’ll make you feel hungry and keep you from feeling energized.

I usually dedicate the first two weeks after Thanksgiving to sticking to my diet. I make sure most of my meals involve chicken, eggs, and vegetables. I do keep a cheat day for which I will indulge a little, but I try to usually make those first two weeks the most important. Get through that and you’ll be back into less festive eating habits, at least until Christmas.


Step 2: My Workout Routine

This part is somewhat easier for me because I love working out. I know that’s not a feeling everyone has, especially if they’ve never been big on going to the gym. I understand that. I too used to resent going to the gym. When I started taking my health more seriously, it became part of my routine. Now, I get upset when I can’t go.

My routine isn’t on par with an Olympic athlete or body builder. I also wouldn’t call it easy, either. You will get winded and sore from my workout, but only to a point. It will get the job done, though. I know this because it has helped keep my weight stable, even after holidays. I can also see my abs, biceps, and leg muscles too, which is a nice touch.

My workout isn’t all about going to the gym, either. In fact, I usually go to a gym at least twice a week. That’s as much as I can squeeze in. On days I don’t go, I still work out. It’s just usually involves something different. For that reason, I’ll separate my workout from my gym days from my non-gym days. With that in mind, here’s my routine.

On my gym day, I start by running at least 3.5 miles on a treadmill or outside, if the weather permits it.

I then do a series of weight training with either machines or free weights that include 4 sets of 12 reps of the following:

  • Bicep curls
  • Tricep curls
  • Butterfly chest
  • Shoulder pull-downs/extensions
  • Ab crunches
  • Leg lifts
  • Leg press

In general, this whole routine takes a little over an hour. I’ll also mix it up at times, either by doing the weight training first and then doing cardio at the end. I’ll also sometimes exchange the treadmill for an elliptical, which is easier on my feet and gives a better workout for my legs. If you have knee or foot problems, I highly recommend using an elliptical.

For days when I don’t go to the gym or can’t make it, I try to go running. Most of the time, it’s around the block. I try to run for at least 30 minutes, sometimes longer. In addition, I’ll also do 100 sit-ups, followed by 100 squats in my bedroom. This keeps those muscles strong and gets my heart rate going to burn extra calories.

I also reserve one day of the week for rest. Usually, it’s Wednesday. That’s not just a cheat day, either. It’s critical that you rest your body, even if you’re doing a modest workout routine. I’ve tried going 7 days a week a few times. I often end up hurting myself or making myself too sore to work out for extended periods. Don’t learn that lesson the hard way. Leave one day for rest. Your body will thank you.


Step 3: Staying Focused (Until Christmas)

I know it’s easy to encourage diet and exercise as a means to get back into shape, especially after a holiday like Thanksgiving. Most people can even make the effort for the first couple days after Thanksgiving, just like they do in the first few days after New Year’s when they promise themselves they’ll get into shape.

In the same way people tend to break their New Year’s Resolution, they’ll often break their post-Thanksgiving resolution and it doesn’t help that there’s another major holiday right afterwards. Christmas, with all its sugar cookies and candy canes, adds plenty of temptation to the mix and it’s not easy to resist. I don’t deny that for a second.

That’s why the most critical aspect of getting into shape after Thanksgiving involves focus. By that, I don’t just mean keeping a schedule. One reason why it’s so easy to slip back into unhealthy habits is because the holidays can be overwhelming. You find yourself wanting to just stop, take it easy, and let everything slow down.

However, the holidays don’t slow down, especially as Christmas gets closer. If anything, it makes things even more stressful. When you’re stressed out, you’re less inclined to exercise. You’re also more inclined to reach for those sugary holiday treats. It can quickly become a self-reinforcing cycle that’ll leave you even less healthy than you were after Thanksgiving.

The best way to combat this is to maintain focus. One of the benefits of having other holidays after Thanksgiving is that it offers plenty of distractions. When you’re distracted, you’re less likely to eat and slack off. Use that to your advantage.

Sometimes, it means going shopping or just hanging out with friends more often. It also can involve things like preparing holiday decorations and preparing gift lists. It may not always be productive, but if it keeps you from slipping into that ugly self-reinforcing cycle, then it has merit.


I hope these tips help with everyone still digesting their Thanksgiving treats. There’s a time and a place for indulgence and the holidays are definitely one of them. However, it’s for that reason that we make the time in between as productive and healthy as possible. As a result, it helps make the holidays feel more special in the end.

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“Leftover Loving” A Sexy Short Story (For Thanksgiving)

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The following is a sexy short story centered around love, Thanksgiving, and all things sexy. Whether you’re just about to eat or still digesting dessert, I hope this helps boost your holiday spirit, among other things. Enjoy!

“I’m so thankful that you and your family could join us this year, Kari.”

“So am I, Mrs. Zale…more than I can possibly put into words.”

That heartfelt toast had capped off a very filling, very successful Thanksgiving dinner for Karianne Kayden. It was led by Erica Zale, the mother of her childhood friend turned high school sweetheart, Jeremy Zale. It made real something she thought she’d never experience again…a happy Thanksgiving feast.

Having just experienced it over the course of a very memorable Thanksgiving, Kari felt many emotions boil to the surface. She’d held back tears when Jeremy’s mother made that toast. She held back even more when her mother, a woman who’d spent the last three years recovering from a bitter divorce, stood up and hugged her friend and former college roommate. It was a powerful moment and one Kari still hadn’t processed.

“Being thankful on Thanksgiving again,” Kari pondered under her breath, “I almost forgot what it felt like. Just when I thought I’d never feel it again.”

She’d been in a festive daze since dessert at the Zale family home was served an hour ago. Long before that, she’d arrived at the house with her mother, her two older brothers, and her mother’s sister with a broken holiday spirit. She expected Jeremy and his extended family to go the extra mile to make Thanksgiving special for them, but she had no idea they’d succeed so wonderfully.

Three years ago – and on Thanksgiving, no less – Kari’s family and her world came crashing down. Even before that fateful day, it had been a poorly kept secret that her parents had a rocky relationship. They’d met in college and started a business together shortly after graduating. While the business was successful, it did not improve their marriage in the slightest. Over the years, they drifted further and further apart, leading to many heated fights and simmering resentment.

Jeremy and his family knew the details more than most. His mother had been friends with hers throughout that tumultuous relationship. It was part of why she and Jeremy spent so much time together as kids. It was their way of keeping her away from all the upheavals in her family. The sources of tension were many, ranging from disagreements over business dealings to alleged affairs that her father had with his female colleagues. Everyone from Jeremy to her older brothers tried to hide it from her, but they could only hide so much.

Kari didn’t have to know all the sordid details to know that her parents should’ve gotten divorced years ago. The only reason they stayed together was because of her and her siblings. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake and one that earned her the brunt of the drama. Both her older brothers moved out and went to colleges in other states as soon as they could. That left her alone in a house with resentful parents for six years of her teenage life.

Finally, it all collapsed on a fateful Thanksgiving morning. Her father and mother had their worst fight to date. It got so bad that her mother threw the turkey he’d been making out the window and her father took a baseball bat to the TV, stove, and dining room. He left the house after that and hadn’t been welcome back since.

“After that, how could I ever have a holiday spirit?” Kari wondered.

She ate chips and leftover tuna for Thanksgiving that year. The next day, her mother filed for divorce. She claimed that her and her father thought she’d been in the basement during that fight, but Kari suspected that was just her way of saving face. Both she and her father even admitted they hurt her the most by staying together longer than they should’ve. They each spent the next three years trying to heal the scars they’d left.

Time, therapy, and living in a house with less fighting helped, but Kari didn’t think she’d ever enjoy Thanksgiving again. Around that same time, however, her friendship with Jeremy changed. They went from a couple of long-time friends to something deeper. He’d been instrumental in helping her deal with her parents’ divorce. It seemed inevitable, yet fitting that they’d develop deeper feelings for one another.

Now, as she sat next to him on the couch, curled up to his side and resting her head on his shoulder, Kari marveled at how much those feelings had blossomed. Thanks to him, his mother, and their amazing effort to make the holidays feel special again, she felt so grateful to have him in her life.

“You get enough desert, Kari?” he asked, having just finished a piece of his father’s legendary cheesecake.

“I got plenty. Thank you,” Kari replied, still hiding the sea of emotions in her voice.

“You sure? Because you know you’re older brothers are going to eat the rest and fight anyone who tries to stop them,” Jeremy said, half-jokingly.

“Let them have it. They needed this as much as me.”

“But you needed it more,” he pointed out. “Even your mother agrees. You were due a perfect Thanksgiving.”

He lovingly kissed the side of her forehead and held her closer. He then watched with her as his parents, her mother, her older brothers, and Jeremy’s extended family gathered around the TV to watch the second half of the last Thanksgiving football game.

It was getting late. Some of his youngest cousins were already asleep in other rooms. Her older brothers, along with his aunts and uncles, were also somewhat tipsy after multiple servings of beer and wine. Her mother was sober, but Kari hadn’t seen her that happy in years. She and Jeremy’s mother stayed close on the other side of the room, laughing together like the good friends they were.

It was such a joyous, festive environment. They’d spent all day just hanging out, enjoying each other’s company, and feasting on a veritable buffet of Thanksgiving classics. It was everything Thanksgiving was supposed to be and everything she hadn’t experienced for years. The fact that it was almost over and hadn’t gone horribly wrong wasn’t just refreshing. It overwhelmed Kari in an unexpected way.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, noticing her disposition, “is everything okay?”

Kari felt his concerned gaze on her. She couldn’t hide the tears forming in her eyes. She turned towards him, if only to hide them from everyone else. When she looked at him, he just held her closer while caressing her face, looking at her with the love and concern she’d come to treasure.

At that moment, Kari came to a powerful realization. Thanksgiving was almost over. It had gone better than anything she could’ve hoped for, but there was still one way to make it truly special.

“You’re half-right, Jeremy,” she told him. “I was due. I needed something like this so much. My whole family did.”

“So why do you look like you’re about to burst into tears?” he asked with more concern.

“Because it’s not perfect yet,” Kari said, “but I know how to make it perfect.”

He cast her a curious gaze. Then, while everyone else was distracted by the game on the TV, she whispered into his ear.

“Make love to me,” she said to him. “Take me upstairs into your room and make love to me.”

Jeremy reacted with minor shock, but managed to hide it from their mothers and the rest of the family. His shock gave way to intrigue as soon as he realized how serious she was. Still holding her close, he leaned in and whispered back.

“Would that make this Thanksgiving perfect for you?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Kari said, without hesitation. “It would.”

“That’s all I needed to know.”

What unfolded next felt like an early Christmas miracle. Her wonderfully cunning boyfriend took her hand in his and with the utmost subtly, rose up from the couch with her. Nobody else in the living room noticed. Even their moms remained distracted. Between the multiple glasses of wine and the laughter from reminiscing their college years, they weren’t inclined to notice.

Carrying himself like nothing was amiss, he led her out of the living room, through the kitchen, and into the foyer. Along the way, he cast her a sneaky grin and pressed his finger to his lips, encouraging more cunning as they neared the stairs. Kari got the message and smiled back. She didn’t even make eye contact with Jeremy’s cousins, who were in the den playing video games.

As soon as they reached the stairs, the need for subtlety and stealth faded. Once they were out of sight from parents and relatives, Jeremy moved with more urgency. He even gave her hand a firm squeeze, as if to let her know she could stop hiding it. Like a dam starting to crack, those feelings she’d barely managed all day started to come out.

“We’re really doing this,” Kari said. “You’re really this dedicated to making this day perfect.”

“Of course, I am,” Jeremy replied. “You’re my girl. How could I do any less?”

Kari swore she could’ve married him right there in the middle of the stairwell. She managed to hold off on wedding plans just long enough to follow him to the top of the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.

It was the same bedroom they’d hung out in many times before, both as kids and as lovers. Typically, she and Jeremy never got intimate in his bedroom when his parents were in the house. It was an unwritten rule, but one they’d never broken since they first got together. That was about to change.

“Kari,” Jeremy said, already short of breath as they stood in his bedroom doorway, “before we go any further, I need to know this will be enough.”

“Enough for what?” she asked. “I already told you this will make this day perfect.”

“It’s not just that. I need to know that this will finally do it. This will help you enjoy Thanksgiving and the holidays once again. I’m serious. I want that for you. I’ve seen how sad and miserable you’ve been during this time of year. I want that to end…and I want to help end it.”

Kari’s emotions temporarily muted her voice. Standing in her lover’s arms, looking into those wonderfully sincere eyes of his, she was once again at a loss. She already knew she was in love with Jeremy, but this moment proved that this was no teenage crush.

Their love was real. Jeremy wasn’t just some guy who got her heart and hormones racing. He wanted to make her life better than it had been. He wanted to share his life with hers. Inviting her family to join his on Thanksgiving was a grand gesture that helped mend her wounded holiday spirit. Even after everything he’d done, he still had enough love to offer one more.

“Jeremy,” Kari said, finally finding her voice, “three years ago, I didn’t think it was possible to enjoy the holidays again. I almost accepted that the painful memories of that day would never leave me.”

“Almost?” he questioned.

“I held out a faint sliver of hope that would one day change,” she said. “I can’t tell you how close I came to losing it. But then you had to be there for me…to help me, hold me, and love me.”

“And I still here,” he said. “I want to keep being there for you.”

“Then help me make a new memory for this holiday…a great memory to cap off a wonderful Thanksgiving with my wonderful boyfriend.”

A heavy silence fell over them. More tears formed in Kari’s eyes, but Jeremy gently wiped them away. He didn’t need to say another word. He looked convinced. There were plenty of other things Kari wanted to tell him after three years of heart-wrenching melodrama, but there was only so much she could put into words.

Tonight, in the spirit of the holidays, she preferred to let her actions do the talking.

“Okay,” he said to her, breaking the silence. “Consider this the ultimate nightcap to a new Thanksgiving tradition…one I hope to share for many years to come.”

“Now, you’re rousing my holiday spirit and making me horny,” she said, managing a joyous smile through the heartfelt tears.

“What can I say? When it comes to loving my girl on the holidays, I like to multitask!”

The mood lightened, but the passions intensified. There were no more reservations. She and Jeremy were going to make love in the waning hours of Thanksgiving.

Having embraced that holiday spirit, Jeremy drew her into a kiss and led her into his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door shut, their affectionate gestures escalated. The kiss became more heated. As their lips and tongues twirled together, they pawed and caressed one another within their tight embrace. It loosened their clothes while communicating their growing desire.

Before her legs failed her, Jeremy lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on his bed with the utmost care. He quickly joined her atop the soft sheets, but not before slipping his shirt off over his head and removing his belt. When he kissed her again, she pawed his exposed flesh more eagerly, heightening the intimacy every step of the way.

From such intimate contact came more targeted arousal. The heat that started in her heart had found its way to her inner thighs. In the midst of all the kissing and touching, she began undressing as well and Jeremy, like a true gentleman, helped out every step of the way.

“Off! My clothes…get them off!” Kari said.

There was an urgency in her tone. She’d never approached intimacy with such desperation. Even on their prom night, which also happened to be the first time they had sex, she hadn’t been this driven. The circumstances of this fateful Thanksgiving were very different.

Regardless of those differences, Jeremy matched her intensity every step of the way. He worked on getting her pants off while she removed her shirt and bra. They fumbled around a bit, ruffling her hair and messing up the sheets of his bed. That didn’t stop her from getting everything off in record time.

Almost immediately after tossing her panties aside, Kari pulled her lover back into her arms. The feeling of her exposed breasts pressing up against his bear chest triggered more arousal. It also prompted her to get Jeremy as naked as her.

“Kari…my pants,” he said, already breathless.

“Here, allow me,” she said seductively.

With more care and coordination this time, Kari rolled Jeremy over so that he was on his back. Even in the low lighting of his room, she could see a noticeable bulge in his pants. Rather than tease or tempt him, as she often did in the other passionate moments they’d shared, she pulled his pants and boxers off as quickly as her trembling hands allowed. Once off, she tossed them across the room into the pile of wrinkled-up clothes that had accumulated on the bed.

For a brief moment, Kari caught her breath with him as they renewed their heated embrace. Sitting upright in the center of the bed, the air around them thick with desire passion, she gazed into his eyes with a fresh round of simmering emotions. Now unencumbered by clothes, she could feel the full extent of his naked body against hers.

Arousal quickly caught up with their desires. Kari could already feel his manhood pressing up against her thigh, becoming hard and rigid. She made sure he knew how wet she was, guiding his hands over her waist and hips. As he took in the moment with her, she wrapped both arms around his neck and soaked in his loving warmth. She sensed their arousal catching up with

“Jeremy,” she said, “I want this…for me and for us.”

“I want it too,” Jeremy said, his voice laced with desire. “God, I want it so much.”

“Then, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, let’s share it!”

He cast her a beaming smile. It was the perfect sentiment for the perfect day. As much as she’d come to revile that same day in the past three years, Kari saw a clear sign in the eyes of her lover. Her attitude towards Thanksgiving was about to change.

“Share it,” Jeremey repeated in an impassioned, “now, that’s the mark of a renewed holiday spirit!”

She smiled back at him. From there, they followed their passions and a new kind of holiday magic took over.

Jeremy set the tone. He kissed her again, pulled back the sheets of his bed, and led her into the soft linens in which they could nurture an intimate heat. A brief, but heated make-out session followed.

As their lips and tongues became affectionately enmeshed, they touched and explored their naked features. Jeremy felt up her hips, fondled her breasts, and gave her nipples light pinches, which he knew she loved. She returned the favor by rubbing her thigh against his penis and softly trailing her fingers down his back, tickling and tantalizing him to build towards their final union.

That moment came sooner than expected. She and Jeremy were usually inclined to draw out the foreplay. They’d learned on their prom night that they really enjoyed the touching and making out portion of sex. Tonight, however, was different. There was no need to draw it out. Her heart, body, and soul were ready and so was his.

“Jeremy…take me,” she gasped as they got into position.

“Kari…” was all he got out in response.

Like two primal forces being drawn together, she and Jeremy aligned their bodies in anticipation. He remained on top while she remained on her back, spreading her legs and drawing him into her most intimate domain. She could already feel his member pressing up against the outer folds of her womanhood. She’d never wanted to share herself so complete with another human being.

Finally, in the spirit of giving and thanks, her love entered her.

“Oohhh God!” Kari gasped.

In an instant, their bodies merged in literal and figurative melding of passions. He was gentle and careful, as always. He guided his length into her, allowing her folds to stretch and engulf his manly flesh. As soon as their union was complete, the next phase of their holiday miracle commenced.

“I’m so thankful, Kari…thankful for our love,” Jeremy said to her.

“Thankful indeed!” she said with joyous moans.

Their bodies began moving.

Her world began rocking.

Male and female flesh became entwined at its most basic level.

She and Jeremy were officially making love. The heavy emotions that had led to this moment gave way to simpler feelings. They kissed, touched, and caressed as their sexual union morphed into a traditional lover’s dance.

Jeremy started things off slow, working his hips and pelvis to get a rhythm going. As Kari felt his dick slither smoothly inside her vagina, she supplemented his efforts every step of the way. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips slightly in conjunction with every thrust. With each movement, sensations of ecstasy cascaded between them. The intangible warmth of Jeremy’s love mixed in with the very tangible sensations that came from their intimate act. It was as beautiful as it was pleasurable.

“Jeremy! Oohhh Jeremy! My love…so thankful,” Kari gasped

Encouraged, as well as impassioned, her lover intensified the pace of their sex. He moved with more urgency, working his body with hers at rate that rocked the bed as hard as it rocked her world. She met that intensity every step of the way, showering him with affectionate gestures and loving kisses.

From there, a perfect harmony of passions unfolded. Kari’s affectionate gestures and loving embrace perfectly complemented Jeremy focused desire and physical efforts. It felt so effortless and seamless, as though their bodies had been perfectly molded to complete one another. Every touch, thrust, and caress brought with it a fresh round of hot sensations, fanning the flames of lust that further empowered the love that fueled it.

As they shared in this harmonious dance, they dared to have a little fun. A moment that had been built on three years of holiday heartache suddenly became a joyous celebration. Under the now-ruffled sheets of the bed, they rolled together like the two reckless youths they still were at heart. She and Jeremy even laughed together as their lovemaking manifested in various forms and positions. They’d learned early on that there was no wrong way to make love. They simply followed the various whims and let their bodies keep up.

Between three years of lingering emotional burdens and energy from a holiday feast, Kari dared Jeremy to make their lovemaking last. As he often did, he rose to the occasion. He stayed with her in the moment, building towards a climax they could share and cherish together. When that moment finally came, she decided to offer one last holiday miracle.

“Jeremy…I’m ready,” Kari whispered into his ear as she neared her peak.

“Me…too,” her lover said, already panting heavily.

“Then, lie back. Let’s share…this final holiday treat…together!”

For the final push, they re-arranged their bodies one last time. This time, Jeremy laid on his back while Kari got on top of him. From that position, with their intimate flesh still entwined, she rode her lover with a focused vigor.

As she gyrated her hips, working his rigid flesh within her depths, she took his hands and enlaced their fingers together. In the dim lighting of the room, their eyes locked. Kari saw his loving eyes looking up at her while she rode him. She gazed back down at him with equal affection, as if to synchronize their passions for that final moment.

When that moment came, it was like the final miracle to complete this very special holiday.

“Ohhh Jeremy!” she cried out.

“Kari! Ohhh God!” Jeremy moaned.

It hit them both like a bolt of heavenly bliss. It was hard to tell who climaxed first, but Kari was fairly certain she got the shared ecstasy going.

As the orgasmic rush consumed her, she squeezed her lover’s hands and held them close to her chest. Within her core, a fireball of bliss erupted and spread out in all direction, rippling through every fiber of her being.

As Kari trembled under the weight of the feeling, she felt her lover descend into an orgasmic state of his own. She watched as his face became awash with ecstasy, his lower body tensing in accord with his release. She could feel his manly flesh throbbing inside her as their intimate fluids mixed together in a physical manifestation of their love. It turned an intangible sentiment into something real, like a gift they could cherish every Thanksgiving they shared together from that point forward.

“I love you, Jeremy,” she said, still holding his hands in hers.

“I love you too, Kari,” he said to her. “I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.”

“I did, my love! I really, really did!”

The miracle was complete. No more words or sentiments were necessary. As they lingered together in their post-coital daze, Kari gave her lover one last affectionate kiss. It acted as the final dessert for a truly special holiday.

Now drained, physically as well as emotionally, Kari and Jeremy settled in for some much-needed rest. She remained under the covers with him, curled up in his loving warmth, taking in the grandeur of what she’d just shared with her lover.

“I’m so thankful for this…for everything,” she said as she prepared to nod off with her lover.

Three years ago, Kari thought Thanksgiving had been permanently tainted. Her family was broken. Her heart was broken. Her entire world seemed to be falling apart before her eyes. It was the lowest of low points. She thought she would never recover.

Now, three years later, that all changed. Thanks to the love of her family and a very special man in Jeremy Zale, her heart and her holiday spirit had never been stronger. For that, she would always be thankful.

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A Memorable (And Funny) Thanksgiving Story About My Ex-Girlfriend

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It’s that time of year again. The holidays are almost upon us and we’re at the point where we can no longer complain about people putting their decorations up too early. It’s a wonderful, festive time. I’ve always loved the holidays. I’m usually among the first to put my decorations up, much to the chagrin of family and friends.

The holidays often bring out the best in people. You don’t have to look too hard for examples of that. Some of my fondest family memories have occurred over the holidays. I’ve even shared a few of them. With Thanksgiving just a few days away, I’d like to share another. Once again, it involves my ex-girlfriend.

I’ve shared stories about her before and, by and large, I’ve tried to show her in a positive light. I really enjoyed my time with her while we were together. I’m not at all bitter that we didn’t work out. I like to think that she feels the same way. A few years after we broke up, I found out that she got married and is genuinely happy. I hope I can one day say the same.

This particular story, however, highlights a moment that she doesn’t remember that fondly. As it just so happens, that moment unfolded when she visited my area for Thanksgiving. While I still think it’s funny, I doubt she’ll agree. At the same time, I think she would laugh as well when recalling the details.

It actually occurred after we’d been together for a while. She’d visited my place before. She’d met my family and got along with them quite well. My family is wonderful, warm, and welcoming as a whole, especially around the holidays. We definitely got that point across during previous visits. In hindsight, it might have set the stage for what happened next.

It was the day after Thanksgiving. Typically, after the big meal, we get together with a few relatives and family friends for another gathering not far from where my parents live. It wasn’t as big or crowded as Thanksgiving dinner. It was mostly an excuse for other relatives to meet up, make more food, and catch up after however many months it had been since our last gathering.

While driving her there, I gave her a few details about this side of my family. There weren’t too many caveats or taboos to warn her about. That was a good thing too because she didn’t have much of a filter. She said what was on her mind and did things her own way. That was part of what attracted me to her. Knowing this, I still made one thing clear to her before we arrived.

Do NOT try and pet the cat. He will scratch you and not in a cute way.

I must have told her that at least three times. I was dead serious too. This particular house had a rather notorious cat that a close relative had been caring for. I know cats aren’t known for being social creatures, but this one was a special kind of mean. He didn’t like anyone, except for those who regularly fed him.

I’d seen this cat attack more than a few friends and relatives who didn’t heed that warning. I knew it would be tricky for my ex-girlfriend because she loves animals. She had a pet of her own back home and she never missed an opportunity to interact with them, especially if they were cute. I urged her to make an exception this time. I even tried to distract her from the cat once we arrived.

It was no use. Shortly after we sat down for dinner, the cat wandered near the table. My ex-girlfriend saw him and just couldn’t resist. I warned her again. I told her not to go near him. She didn’t listen. To no one’s surprise, including my own, the cat scratched her the moment she tried to pet him. He scratched her pretty good too. It required a band aid and ointment.

Naturally, she was not happy. While I helped tend to her hand, I couldn’t stop laughing. She thought she could coax some affection out of that cat. I admired her confidence, her heart, and her bravery. It still wasn’t enough.

Much to her credit, she scolded herself more than she scolded me. After all, I did warn her multiple times. She just chose not to listen. She avoided the cat for the rest of the visit. I’m pretty sure that was the first time she despised an otherwise adorable animal. It was jarring and it did affect her mood for the rest of the day.

She still got over it. She even joked about it the next day. It might not have been the most romantic moment we shared during her visit, but it definitely made Thanksgiving more memorable, albeit for unusual reasons.

Moments like that are part of what make the holidays special. They’re also moments that make relationships special, even if they don’t work out. I’m certain that if I ever crossed paths with my ex again, I could tell her the name of that cat and she would remember. She might not remember it as fondly as I do, but I think she’d still laugh at it.

One day, when I meet the love of my life, I hope to make many memories like that. I also hope plenty of them occur on Thanksgiving, but I think I could do without asshole cats.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Thanksgiving 2019 Edition

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I hope everyone is excited, happy, and hungry because it’s almost here. Thanksgiving, a holiday centered around food, family, and football, is almost upon us. As someone with a strong appreciation of all three of those things, it’s only natural that I have a special affinity for Thanksgiving. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve only had more things to be thankful for.

This past year has been very challenging. I’ve undergone quite a bit of growth in my personal and professional life. Compared to last year, which was mired by major personal losses, I consider this year to be a major improvement. Thanksgiving often gives me a chance to take a step back and appreciate my life, my family, and the people who make it special.

I hope everyone else out there enjoys a similar tradition. Whether it involves a small gathering with your family or a much larger spectacle, it’s a great opportunity to celebrate and reflect on the past year. You have a chance to appreciate how far you’ve dome and contemplate how much further you want to go.

I certainly have plans to tell more sexy stories and share more sexy thoughts. For now, with Thanksgiving just a few days away, I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who has helped make this website a joy to build upon. Consider the following round of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts as a little appetizer for the festivities to come. Enjoy!


“Pity sex is the only kind of sex that requires one person to be turned on by failure.”


“Whoever first came up with the idea that sharing is caring was probably trying to negotiate a three-way.”


“A true gentleman knows how to admire a woman’s tits tactfully.”


“On some level, dating is just an extended job interview on behalf of your genitals.”


“Masturbation is the only gift that truly keeps on giving.”


“A rich, charming man will still never have as many options as an adventurous, bisexual woman.”


“Better acting and a more developed story are the only things that keep porn from being romantic.”


Once again, I hope everyone has some exciting Thanksgiving plans to look forward to. I’m already working up an appetite. I hope you are too. Until then, may your holidays be filled with the food, family, and football that make Thanksgiving so special.

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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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