Tag Archives: Thanksgiving

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

im-too-sexy-shopping-centre-shoot

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!”

 

Leave a comment

Filed under Sexy Short Story

“A Thanksgiving Tradition” A Sexy Short Story

x4j8y8j

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.”

Leave a comment

Filed under Sexy Short Story

A Safe And Sexy Thanksgiving To All!

I hope everyone is hungry today, among other things. Today is the day when the holidays officially kick into high gear. The family, the shopping, the decorations, and the festivities all begin today. I don’t know about everyone else, but I’ve worked up a hell of an appetite and a hell of a holiday spirit this past year.

There’s so much to be thankful for and not just because we live in a country that makes towels for your tits and bacon flavored lube. For me, this blog has experienced some uncanny growth over the past year. This past month, especially, has really raised the bar. For that, I thank everyone who has helped make this website so great and so sexy.

I hope to continue that trend for the rest of the year and beyond. Today, I will raise an extra glass of whiskey and/or eggnog to all of those out there who keep me thinking such sexy thoughts while I write about such sexy topics. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

To all you sexy people with sexy minds out there, I wish you a safe and happy Thanksgiving. It’s a beautiful day. Get out there and enjoy plenty of food, family, and football.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

A Sexy Anecdote About Black Friday

Does everybody feel full, bloated, and somewhat hung over? Good, because that’s a sign you had a great Thanksgiving. Even if you’re a health nut who agonizes over every calorie you ingest, this is a holiday where you punch your diet in the jaw, throw it out the window, and dive head-first into the nearest cheesecake. It’s part of the holiday spirit.

I certainly did my share of gorging yesterday. Yes, I do feel like a beached whale who had one too many glasses of whiskey. No, I don’t regret a goddamn thing. I love Thanksgiving. I love the food, family, and football it inspires. I also love the day that comes after it as well. It’s not exactly a holiday, but it can be just as much fun if you do it right.

Yes, I’m talking about Black Friday, that holiest of shopping days that inspire people to cut their Thanksgiving dinner short to stand in line at a big box store in hopes of saving a couple hundred bucks on something that’ll probably be cheaper in a couple months. It’s commercialism at its most egregious. The Catholic Church wishes it could inspire this kind of hysteria.

Personally, I love Black Friday. I love to wake up early, fight off a hangover, and go shopping. I know that’s not a very guy thing to do. I can’t say I care if it were. I’ve always loved to shop.

My mom actually told me stories about how she took me shopping when I was a baby. She claimed that was one of our favorite pastimes. I imagine it instilled in me a love of shopping that remains to this day. Compared to the other loves my mother could’ve instilled, I’ll gladly take this. For that, I thank her.

However, there’s another reason I’m fond of Black Friday shopping and it’s a much sexier reason. Sorry mom, but as an adult, sexier reasons do tend to resonate more with young men like me. In the spirit of Black Friday, I’d like to share that reason in the form of a sexy little story.

A number of years ago, back when I was still in college, I was dating this girl. She was cute, witty, and had a real dirty mouth, but in the most lovable of ways. We had been together for a while since then so when she had a chance to visit me on Thanksgiving, we jumped at the opportunity.

It turned out to be a lot of fun. She really enjoyed herself and my family certainly adored her company. There are a lot of dirty mouths in my family too so she fit right in. However, it was what happened on Black Friday, the day afterwards, that helped make that holiday extra memorable.

The day after Thanksgiving, my girlfriend insisted we go shopping. She didn’t need to do much to convince me, which I think surprised her. She loved to shop too so what better way for a young couple to enjoy their holidays than to share in their mutual loves?

My parents, being so wonderfully supportive of my love life, lent me their car so I could drive her up to the mall. Naturally, it was very crowded. You couldn’t take two steps without bumping into someone. It was so chaotic and so busy and we loved it. Dare I say, it put us in the mood.

How do I know this? Well, one of the first stores we visited was Victoria’s Secret. As a young man in his early 20s, that’s akin to a topless bikini model on a beach asking you if you’ll rub lotion on her tits. I can’t remember a time as an adult that didn’t involve bacon or chocolate where my face lit up so much.

Together, we ventured into that Victoria’s Secret. We were a couple shopping for sexy lingerie. I swear my heart and my penis teamed up to excite me and I think my girlfriend knew it. She actually let me assess some lingerie for her, which for me was like that same topless bikini model asking me how I would like to be pampered. I really did feel like a kid on Christmas morning.

I don’t know how long we stayed in that Victoria’s Secret store. To me, it wasn’t long enough, but we did leave with something sexy to enjoy later. I don’t remember what else we shopped for that day or what we ended up buying, but it felt like we had a more productive Black Friday than anyone else at the mall that day, including the guy we saw loading a 70-inch TV into the back of his SUV.

It only got better the next morning. We had a long night the night before so we didn’t get a chance to make use of the sexy lingerie we brought. My girlfriend, though, was nothing if not opportunistic on the holidays. So at around 5 a.m., she knocked on my door (my parents made us sleep in separate rooms) and gave me the best mourning wake-up call a 20-year-old guy could ask for.

Yes, she was wearing the new lingerie we just bought the other day and while it may have put her on Santa’s naughty list,  it made her worthy of every gift I could give. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, she crawled into bed with me. It was freezing that morning too so we had plenty of reasons to get cozy and comfortable.

Thanks to that lingerie, we warmed each other up pretty damn quickly. Out of respect for a very generous ex-girlfriend, I won’t go into too many details. I’ll just say that our hands, lips, and various other body parts made us feel wonderfully festive.

While I did eventually break up with this girl, she’ll always have a special place in my heart. Thanks to the lingerie I helped her pick out that day, Black Friday will also have a special place in my heart, among other parts of my body.

So with that sexy subtext in mind, I hope everybody out there enjoys their Black Friday shopping. I hope the lovers out there make sexy lingerie a priority. It can only make the holidays sexier and more festive.

4 Comments

Filed under Jack Fisher's Insights

Happy Thanksgiving!

Is everybody as hungry as I am today? I hope so. Today is a special day. Today, we give thanks to everything that enriches are lives, be it food, family, football, or erotica/romance novels.

I have a lot to be thankful for. I’m not just talking about one of my novels being picked up by a publisher either. I have an awesome family. I have a great life. I also live in an age where I can download a billion pictures of female breasts into my phone on demand. It’s a wonderful time to be alive.

So on behalf of me, Jack Fisher, I wish everyone a safe, happy, and sexy Thanksgiving. Please go out, spend some time with family, watch some football, eat some turkey, and find some time to make love to your lovers along the way. Let us all give thanks to that which makes our loves happy, fun, and sexy!

Leave a comment

Filed under Jack Fisher's Insights

My Thanksgiving Preparations Have Begun!

This is a special time of year for me. It’s even more special this year after one of my novels, “Passion Relapse,” has been accepted by a publisher. I have many reasons to be excited about the coming months, but for the moment, I intend to channel that excitement into a more pressing issue. Yes, there is something that’s more pressing to me than publishing.

I’m referring to, of course, the holidays. I know I’m going to sound corny here and no, I don’t give a rat’s ass if I do, but I love the holidays. I love Christmas. I love Thanksgiving. It’s not just because of gifts, decorations, sales, or beautiful women dressed as sexy elves. Yes. that is a thing.

I love the holidays because it gives me and my family a chance to get together, have a big feast, and throw a big ass party. I’m not talking about a quiet night with wine, crackers, and polite conversation about politics, horses, and Downton Abby. I come from a family that knows how to goddamn party!

We drink. We sing. We dance. We make the kind of jokes you don’t see outside of South Park reruns. Then, there’s the food. God of mercy, we have awesome food. It’s the kind of food that’s worth waiting an entire goddamn year for. There are a lot of talented cooks in my family. There are also many who enjoy splurging on the kind of decadent deserts that will send you into a holiday coma. I like to think I’m both.

It all starts with Thanksgiving. At the moment, our plans are fairly set. We know who’s coming, when they’re coming, and how eager they are to come. Yes, I know that’s a very poor choice of words for an erotica/romance writer. No, I’m not going to apologize for it.

That means that right now, all that’s left to do is wait for Thanksgiving Day. For me, that means making a few very specific preparations. Those preparations involve me preparing myself for treats like this.

For 11 months out of the year, I generally try to maintain a pretty healthy lifestyle and a fairly healthy diet. I’m not a vegan or a total health nut, but I do like to take care of myself. I do try to make sure my diet is decent, at the very least. I try not to eat a lot of sugar, fatty foods, or anything that might make me feel less sexy.

Well, I basically kick those rules in the balls and throw them out the door for Thanksgiving. For one day, I basically forget everything I’ve learned about a healthy diet. For me, Thanksgiving is the ultimate cheat day. I won’t hesitate to gorge on turkey, beer, soda, whiskey, cheesecake, chocolate, or anything that ends up getting deep fried. I don’t care if it makes me feel sick the next day. It’s the holidays goddamn it!

In preparation for this, I’ll be eating a lot less for the next several days. I’ll skip deserts. I’ll skip snacks. If I drink anything, it’s going to be coffee or water. My stomach already knows this. I felt it growling last night, as if to tell me its getting impatient. Sometimes, I have to calm it down, urging it to wait just a little bit longer. It’ll be worth the wait.

I’m hoping my excitement over “Passion Relapse” makes the food taste that much sweeter. For the next few days though, I’ll be roughing it as much as I can in preparation. I intend to work up an epic appetite for this year and I intend to enjoy every goddamn moment of food, family, and football along the way. It may not be overly sexy, but it’s the most fun I’ll have all year with my pants on.

1 Comment

Filed under Jack Fisher's Insights