The Moment You've All (But Especially Me) Been Waiting For

On June 5th, we tweeted "Also, 600 followers=video of us. Just saying." Two days later, we hit that target and then some. After a day of shooting, a day of editing, and a day wasted waiting for Pornhub to get their shit together and put up our video (they still haven't), here we are.

I'm not sure if Blogspot will let us keep this up on their player, but I'm tired of waiting so fuck all the rules and let's test the boundaries. I figure after the explicit erotic photos and general words, the chances are high enough to try it out.

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

Today we pretty much just drove around looking for something to do. We had plans to go to Baltimore but we woke up too late (too much cuddling, ha). Then we were going to go to a museum until we found out it cost $15 per person and we were all...fuck that. Then we went to a pet store to play with puppies, but they didn't have puppies to play with so...fuck that. Then we checked out this laser tag place that was dead (we were literally the only ones there) so...fuck that.

Some might say the day was a failure, but we still had some good times shouting at dunce drivers through open windows in the heat.

And then we got home.
And I told Jarrett to get naked in the kitchen. Then I got naked.
And then..."fuck me."
And so we went at it right there in the kitchen, minutes after getting home.

Gallivanting in Undies

Summer weather has officially graced us with its presence. Jarrett and I decided the perfect way to celebrate was to strip down to our underwear and run around in the backyard with our mediocre camera. A good time was had by all, including you, as you're about to live vicariously through our photos.

Sweet, Sweet Rendezvous

So. J&O are reunited. At long last.
At this very moment we're lying on opposite sides of the bed, tickling each other with our toes. The last few days have been just lovely. Blissful. And filled with lots of delicious fucking.

Carpet Catharsis

I heard the creak of the screen door and then slam. Heavy footsteps up the carpeted stairs, down the carpeted hall, and through my open door. He stood there for a few moments, there on the beige carpet. We smiled slowly. Rustling the bed sheets, I suddenly flung open my arms to beckon him in, and he obliged in a swift motion while taking off his shoes, hat, glasses, then tumbled into me. We snapped instantly into a crushing embrace, squeezing each other's bodies as if we weren't sure they were real. We writhed, letting our limbs move freely between our bodies, drinking in every inch of flesh like bestial lust-thirsty fiends.

He flipped me on top and peeled off my shirt. One single pause while he held his breath, gazing upon the half naked figure of his dreams--flat belly, slightly swooping waist, round, bouncy tits--and the ravaging continued. I rip off his shirt greedily, and before I know it I'm on my back again, now completely nude. His eyes lock on my pussy lips while he slides his pants down his long, toned legs. His bare body rubs up mine, chest on chest, and I can hardly contain myself, so I don't; a moan of longing sounds from the deepest primal regions of my throat, soon smothered by the sweet fullness of his lips on mine. His kisses cover me from my face to my shoulders, down to my ribs, shivering at the mere closeness of his mouth to my hard nipples. He knows how that drives me crazy, and he drags out the gratification of his tongue, first circling my nipples with the lightest touch of his nose, then a few tentative kisses. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him desperately, he finally devours one, slicking his soft sloppy tongue over my nipple in quick succession, flicking it hard and fast, just how I like it. He doesn't even give me the satisfaction of sucking the second nipple, he just follows his tongue down to the dip between my thighs and my pubic mound.

Dear Olivia: Just a Few Wishes

Be advised:

1. I want us to get deep into the essence and spirituality of tantric sex, letting the energy flow, building up our endurance and strengthening our relationship.

2. I want to spend a day where I have you tied down to a chair and a bed and just have my way with you repeatedly, trying all sorts of naughty, harsh shit.

Dear Jarrett: O's Ultimate To-Do List

These are my demands.

1. Fuck me in a restaurant bathroom between dinner and dessert. We'll eat hearty, fuck dirty, and then indulge in something rich and sweet. I want to still be creaming with a bite of deliciousness in my mouth.

2. Let me step into our strap-on and use it on you properly. Having a temporary dick makes me feel incredibly powerful. I want to fuck your sweet ass slow and deep, sticking Big Pink all the way inside you.

Me using Big Pink on myself

3. Bring me to a crowded public place--a concert, a full subway, hell, the fucking New York Stock Exchange. We'll fondle each other discreetly in the middle of everybody. We can pretend we don't know each other, we won't speak or look each other in the eye, only let our hands wander, brushing into each other as if by mistake. Then we can meet up somewhere cramped and discreet like a closet or space under a staircase and indulge in everything we had been holding back in public.

Lightning Sex

Thunderstorms always get us pretty worked up. There's so much activity, the lights and loud noise. It's like being in a 4D ride at Epcot if you're in bed with someone else. Sometimes just being in bed with your significant other, your main squeeze, or even your hottie of the night can be electrifying in itself .

The Other Half

Sidekick. Compadre. Freund. Companion. Partner. Boyfriend. Lover. Best friend.
Olivia and I have been together for almost two years and while we've been flaky with each other in the past, our sex has always been rock solid. Sharing that discreetly seemed like a good way to turn up the heat, inspire new fantasies, and explore our boundaries. Coming back for more will be worth your time. Let's just say my name is Jarrett.