Between the Sheets

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post called “Talk to Your Teens” (and it probably should have been titled “Talk to your Children”). It was about the importance of talking to your kids about sex. How do you talk about sex with your children? When should you talk about sex with your children? Why should you talk about sex with your children? Erm…misplaced modifier. Not talking about “sex with children”…talking with your children about sex, rather. Hm…may have dug a hole with that one.

But I digress.

The important thing here is that kids know about sex long before parents think they are “ready.” Life doesn’t care if they’re ready. So, being a pro-active parent is extremely important.

I say this not having any kids of my own yet. But, I do like to think that this is how I will raise my kids someday. Sex is a part of my life, just like it is a part of your life, and although we blog about our sexual experiences, we find it tough to talk to kids about it (in an appropriate way or course).

This is the start of a little series I’m going to do called “Talk to Your Kids.” When middle schools are giving out birth control to 12-year-olds, there is a problem. I can’t change the world, but maybe I can help a few readers (is anyone out there?) think about how they speak with their children.

Today’s post: How to Talk to Your Preschooler about Sex.

I say “preschooler” meaning any kid under about 6. So, preschool and kindergarten really. That young age when Sesame Street is still the bee’s knees. Did I really just say “bee’s knees”? Sigh. I am my mother.

Anyway, I think a lot of parents make the same mistake when it comes to this age group, and that mistake is in not talking about sex at all. Now, before you get your panties in a knot, understand that I’m not advocating teaching your daughter how to give a blow job at age 4 or teaching your son the finer points of doggie style at age 5. I mean, give me a break. A child at that age can’t comprehend how or why that happens. They’re still learning to tie their shoes.

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Awkward Sex Attempts (and Other Common Experiences)
“This put a slight damper on the “sexy” feelings I was trying to work up.”

Do You Want Me To Call You A Whore?
“Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex?”

Two Fer
“Neither of us heard the front door open when Jason’s roommate came home.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Girls and Guns

Editor’s Choice
Being a Feminist in the sex industry

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Go Ahead. Label Me
Oldie But Goodie - Altoids And Blow Jobs
Short and Sexy?
Why Doesn’t My Wife Want to Have Sex with Me Anymore?
Why I HATE the Term “Cuckold”

BDSM & Fetish
Always Your Slut Part 2
Angela-la Cake - Bloggers getting sweaty
Different
Fucking machines
Story: The Perils of Drink
Straight Boy Gets Fucked in the Ass
Unmasking
Who Doesn’t Dream About She Males?

Sex News & Reviews
Kumi Is A Yummy Fetish Model
NEW Bold & Sassy Designs!

NSFW Pics & Videos
Angelina Crow - Peep Show
Annette Schwarz (updated)
Catalina loves HNT (Bondage Tape)
Exotic Bloom
If I had a clone…
Merry Samhain!
More Naked Lazer Bunny Hotties

Erotic Writing and Experiences
All About the Tricks
Ancient and Debauched
Backdoor Love
Cream for my Coffee?
The dangers of blogging
First Encounter
The first time: Having sex with my wife.
I dreamed of Margene
New Beginning
Sex Report: Poolside Follies
The six days of halloween
“Smokin Ass” or Halloween Remembered
Touching

I suppose after my Halloween recap, you’re all ready to here more about what happened this week with J* and the girl next door. Sorry to disappoint, it was quite the uneventful weekend. How anti-climatic, I know. My mother is coming to visit, though, so, like all good daughters, I spent the weekend on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, on a step ladder cleaning the spiderwebs from the corners of my porch, and on my ass, feeling sorry for myself that my mother was coming to visit. Sigh. I do love her, but it means no sex or masturbation for a few days. Sigh.

I have noticed one thing - my post about talking to your kids about sex has gotten a lot of traffic. And I mean A LOT. Is that something you guys want me to talk about more often? It’s one of those things that no one is saying, in my opinion. There are millions of kids out there who don’t understand sex and relationships very well, and, as a result, are getting STDS and pregnant at fairly young ages. It’s really, really sad, ya know? We sit here and anonymously talk/read about sex on the Internet, but when it comes time for a face-to-face with the youngsters of the world, we freeze up and don’t know what to say.

I think maybe I will talk about it a bit more. Readers, you may be perverts, sexually deviant, and horny…but I know that a lot of your are also parents. Please comment and weigh in on this topic - have you had “the talk” with your kid yet? How old was he/she when you did it?

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

As much as I don’t like watching pro football, I might tune in today for the big Patriots-Colts game for one reason. Tom Brady is HOT. And I don’t mean like “boy next door” hot…I mean like, athletic, stylish, sexy, cream-in-your-jeans hot. According to some of the fellas in my life, this weekend’s game where Tom Brady and the Patriots take on Peyton Manning and the Colts is going to be better than the Super Bowl. So, since he’s having such a crazy week, I think it’s only fair that I feature him as the sexy celebrity of the week.

God, I mean, couldn’t you just watch him stretch all day?

Yum. But hey, not everyone likes the Brad-man, apparently. Weigh in - Leave you vote here! Is Tom Brady really the hottest player in professional football? Cast your anonymous vote and leave a comment about TB if you wish!

Need some more pictures and information about Tom Brady? Check out Talking NFL, TV Boyfriends, and Hunky Blog.

See past sexy celebrities:
Halle Berry
Debra Messing
Amanda Bynes
Joss Stone
Eric Dane
Katherine Heigl
Britney Spears
Vanessa Hudgens
David Beckham

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Tom Brady, New England Patriots, Patriots

Ok, I know it’s November 2. This is IT about Halloween, I promise. Lol.

Get it? They’re boo-bees.

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I write about sex. Often. If you’re read this blog habitually (not just because google spat you here today), than you probably write about sex too. And really, I could write a lot more eloquently than I do. But I don’t. Because this is real life people. Real life ain’t all that eloquent.

I do find myself coming back to certain works again and again, though. Why? Because they’re sexy. To me, at least. There are just some words that you can mummer and immediately I’ll feel wet and hot and ready to fuck.

Ok, well maybe not ready to fuck. Yet. But they’re a start.

Here’s my list of the top ten sexiest words. I’ll probably miss some and forget some…but off the top of my head, this is the good shit, right here. Fuck eloquent.

1. Thrust. (easily my favorite)
2. Drip.
3. Lap.
4. Force.
5. Fondle.
6. Grunt.
7. Quiver.
8. Hold.
9. Nipple.
10. Spread.
11. Kiss.
12. Cock.
13. Wet.
14. Gasp.
15. Tongue.

Am I painting a picture for you yet? Pick three words from that list. Any three.

Nipple. Quiver. Gasp. What did you imagine?

Wet. Thrust. Fondle. What did you imagine?

Tongue. Cock. Grunt. What did you imagine?

Like I said, fuck eloquent words. I can paint a picture with Drip. Force. Spread.

What are some of the words on your list?

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

…because it can’t be all about the treats. (click on that link to read the first part of this night…but if you don’t have time, let’s just say that the girl next door had just called me while she was fucking her husband to invite me to join in…)

I didn’t knock, and the door wasn’t locked. Which is a good thing, considering that I ran next door wearing nothing but a black thong, a bright red bustier, and my devil horns. I closed the front door carefully behind me, the moans of my neighbor and J* filling my ears and making me drip. Have I mentioned that I love Halloween?

They noticed me as I walked into their bedroom (how could you not?), and I took in the scene before me. Still partially in her costume, the girl next door was positioned on the edge of the bed, her jungle-inspired bottoms yanked savagely to one side and her bra still on, but burst with her bouncing tits, which peeked out from under the cups. Her legs wrapped around him, J* stood naked at the edge of the bed, but still looked very much like Tarzan even without the ridiculous hammock-like costume. His abs were rock-hard and his tanned skin on rivaled by her own caramel-colored legs.

Without pausing in his thrusts, he beckon me to the bed. She gasped with every push into her, the girl next door gasped, taking him into her tight pussy balls deep. His right hand was pressing into her lower torso, holding her steady as he fucked and he used his right hand to undo my top, letting it slip to the floor as I allowed my thong to fall with with them.

“Jump on her face,” he commanded with a smile. I looked at her for approval, but she seemed lost in the fucking motion, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

“Go ahead. She wants it. She wants to taste you tonight.” J* continued fucking and she continued gasping for breath.

I hopped onto the bed and slowly, cautiously straddled her open mouth, facing J*. I began to lowered care, not sure if she knew that I was there, but she reached up and grabbed my thighs to bring me down on her tongue. She licked hungrily, alternating between sucking on my clit and jabbing her tongue into my quivering pussy. I lost myself there, on her face, which seemed to bury itself deeper in me every time J* thrust into her. I looked down and realized that, without knowing it, I was pinching my own nipples, and my moans and screams mixed with hers, howling into the Halloween nights.

I reached down and began playing with her nipples - caressing, pinching, pulling - which caused to to arch her back and lap at my juices even more quickly. J* began to fuck harder and faster, and I saw that he was watching us play with one another. He unwrapped her legs pulled them up as through her feet were in stirrups at the doctors.

“Hold her open for me,” he grunted to me. And I knew exactly what he wanted. He cock was dripping with her juices, and, still on her relentless mouth, I reached down and spread her ass cheeks, using my fingers to play with her asshole. He forced his cock in and she shook below me, stopping her licking to scream in pain and pleasure. He beautiful clit, pierced, was before me and I rubbed it vigorously, imagining that it was my own clit and I was masturbating. It took less than a minute and the girl next door was squirting - spraying J* the bed, and me with her orgasm. She went limp with exhaustion, and I slid off of her wet face.

“Did my little slut cum?” smiled J*. I waited for her to answer, but he wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to me. His little slut. I shook my head no. No, she had kept me on the edge, but I hadn’t let myself cum into her eager mouth.

“We’ll just have to do something about that then, won’t we?” The girl next door’s smile lit up the room and, her cum still running down her legs, she pushed me backwards until I was laying where she was only moments before. She straddled my face as I had done hers and J* began to fuck me from the edge of the bed. And before long, we were both hollowing into the Halloween night yet again.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

I love Halloween, but this year I just didn’t have as much time as I would have liked to actually make a half-decent costume. So, I turned to and old stand-by: a red and black outfit and a pair of sparkly devil horns on a headband. I figured it was pretty fitting, seeing as I was single-handedly driving apart my neighbors’ relationship. Happy Halloween.

Anyway…there I was last night handing out candy to the neighborhood kids and hoping that they’d be done soon so I could grab a drink at the bar, when I caught a glimpse of the girl next door also handing out candy. She was dressed in almost nothing (I’m sure the neighborhood moms will be talking about that one…), and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, the fluffy curls bouncing down to her shoulders. She was wearing a leopard print bra and undies, with a green sarong tied around her waist and fake ivy snaking around her arms. Jane? Which meant that J* must be dressed as…

I gasped as I saw him in the light of the doorway and couldn’t take my eyes off of him as a chorus of children yelled “Trick or Treat!” and grabs handfuls of Milky Ways and Dum-Dums from my outstretch bowl. There he stood, Tarzan, wearing just a (bulging) loin cloth outfit that slung over one shoulder. I instantly felt like turning off my damn porch light and running across the yard to pounce on those six-pack abs. With an outfit like that, I didn’t even car that his wife was watching me stare.

J*’s eyes locked to mine and we both beamed at one another. It has been impossible not to think about J* ever since our brief meeting (aka janitor’s closet fuck) at the football game, but I was still nervous about being too friendly with his wife around. In the beginning, the three of us got along well, but it was she who called the shots. The girl next door invited me over for threesomes, held me on the edge until commanding me to cum, and watched as J* used every hole on my body before cumming on my face. But she knew. She knew that I had fallen for her husband, and that I kept coming back because I was in love (well, love is strong…in lust) with J*, not because I enjoyed time with both of them. And when she began to suspect that I was pursuing him, she closed me out of her life.

He had not been able to close me out of his. Oh, and he tried, but nevertheless, there we were, fucking at the football game, which was clearly against the rules of their marriage. Threesomes were fine. Affairs were not. J* was officially cheating.

And oh, I love that power. The girl next door is raw beauty, driven, successful, eloquent. She’s what I’m not. But, she no longer had a successful relationship. I felt better than her.

Last night, I saw her eyes narrow a bit, watching her husband look at me. I walked back inside and turned my lights off at around 10. A few minutes later, the phone rang. It was her, and she was panting, out of breath, moaning.

“Roooori, darling. Uhhhhh…what are you doing?” she gasped.

J* was fucking her. He was fucking her and she called me.

“Nothing.” I replied

“Oohhh, fuck, yes. Ohh…Rori, can you come over? FUCK! Ah! Ah! The door’s open. Come over, darling, we miss you.”

Click.

Until that moment, my night had been all about the treats. Now it was time for some tricks.

To be continued…

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