Saturday, July 19, 2014

When he's gone...

Mr. LL is working late. He hasn't had to do that for some time now. But once in awhile his job forces him to. Oddly enough, it's on those nights that I really value what he does. In fact, I'm put in a position of feeling like "the world is at peace because my husband is out there..." and it makes me proud. And that pride makes me warm inside. Which leads to feeling warm in other places. Which turns me on.

Good fucking lord. He goes to work. He stays away longer than I'd like. And here I am in a fricking tizzy because he's out there being a superhero (my superhero, that is...), and I begin to think of all the cheesy superhero movies I love. I imagine all those silly love scenes...the ones where she pulls down his mask and kisses him, and the wind blows through her hair...and he has to run, because someone's screaming and he has to save them...and they can never be together because the world will always come between them.

Luckily, my superhero is coming home. I imagine myself taking off his spandex superhero outfit, laying him down on the cool sheets, and telling him to stop thinking about the rest of the world. I'll run my hands down his chest, around his hips...I'll grab his ass, and I'll slip my lips around his cock. I'll suck him slowly, and then I'll fuck him. And then I'll wrap my arms around him and let him sleep. Because he's had to work too hard today. Too hard.

Someone ought to thank him. So I will. Of's almost that might happen in the morning...but'll happen.

Source: NYC Prowler "Buff Superheroes in the Buff"
And just because I'm home alone and have the internet ADD...

How about this odd little article on the history of Superhero Porn?

or this article "The Problem with Sex and Superheroes"

or this article from Psychology Today "Super Sex Theorists: Hung Up on Superheroes Sex Organs"

and because it made me laugh...

Ahh...True Love.

Friday, July 11, 2014

A Much-Needed Vacation

“What if I stripped down to nothing but my underwear and just stood in the middle of the aisle for everyone to see?”

“It’s against FAA regulations, Katherine.” Jim said it absently, while fingering through a magazine he’d taken from the seat pocket in front of him.

Her voice became high and strained, like a petulant child who wasn’t getting enough attention, “No it’s’s against your regulations. You don't even know what FAA means. You’re boring, Jim. Just plain boring!”

“Whatever, Katherine.” Jim’s voice never rose. And his eyes never left the page.

“Oh, good God, Jim...what do I have to do to get your fucking attention?!!”

“Hmph...” Jim made a dismissive noise in his throat.

Katherine began unbuttoning her blouse. She removed it and then unsnapped her bra from the front, setting her middle-aged breasts free. She stood up, unzipped and unhooked the back of her skirt, and let it fall, revealing nothing but a pair of black thong underwear.

Several passengers gasped and began to mumble and whisper. Jim looked around him, wondering what all the fuss was about. He hadn’t felt any turbulence. He figured the drink service was making its way down the aisle and prepared to request a cup of coffee. Without looking at his wife, he inquired whether she’d like to have her usual glass of terrible airplane champagne.

“No, Jim. I think I’m plenty loose at this point.”

He finally realized she was standing, and without looking up, asked if she needed by, to use the restroom.

“Only if you’re coming with me, Jim. If not, that man over there looks plenty interested.”

Jim looked around for the “interested man”, saw several wide eyes, and realized they were all staring in his direction. He turned to face his wife, seeing her naked belly and full thighs. His eyes took the path of the rest of the audience; eyebrows raised in disbelief, he scanned up her body, past her subtly swaying tits, to her face. 

She wasn’t even blushing. 

“Honey, I think you’ve had plenty to drink.”

“I’ve had nothing Jim. Nothing. And I’m tired of nothing. I’m ready for something. Anything...”

Jim tried to cover his wife with his magazine, looking around nervously, embarrassed, but Katherine was having none of it. 

“I’m done being invisible, Jim...this is the first time you’ve looked at me naked in years...and gauging by the horror on your face, I’m sure I’ve made the right decision.”

“Divorce?” Jim gulped.

“Do you pay attention to anything, Jim? Do you even know where we are going?”

“You took care of the vacation arrangements, Katherine. I just packed my things and followed.”

The stewardess broke in on the loudspeaker above their head, “We are preparing for landing. I hope you enjoy your stay at The Essence Nudist Resort, and that everyone will get lei’d.” She winked and held up an armful of colorful leis. She continued, “I can see that one passenger is already in the spirit.”

At that, at least three other women took off their shirts. 

“Katherine?” Jim looked like a wounded puppy, confused and scared.

“’re going to have no choice but to notice me here.”

Flash Fiction Friday photo prompt
limit: 300 words (sorry...I went well over that...)
keywords: FAA and service
forbidden words: flight, mile high club