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.

A Little Sexty Pick-Me-Up

Jarrett and I spent our first day apart since being reunited a few weeks ago, and so far it's mildly depressing. We both have our own lives and we can definitely entertain ourselves, but it kinda brought back memories of being lengthily at long distance, and reminded me that we only have a little while longer before we go back to that.

Meh.

This is such a hard time for everyone our age. You're trying to focus on school, maintain a social life, and find a job, and balancing someone else's whole life with yours can be nearly impossible.
Uncertainty is rampant. Only the strong survive.

Luckily, I think Jarrett and I have proven that we're strong enough. We just have to see where the tide takes us and hope that we're going the same way.

ANYWAY, enough sadness. As a pick-me-up, I looked through some of the past sexts we exchanged, and thought I'd share!

Flashin' some boob in the mail room at work. Typical.

 Under the leg shot. Skills.

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.

Counter Rubbing Pt. 2

Like I said. Counter tops.

 Counter tops are great. They aren't for everyone, and they aren't an orgasm-guarantee, but that's kind of why I like them. They offer the ultimate form of tantalization. You get just enough heat between your legs to get you started, and, after you get really good at squirming around on an edge, you might even find your cheek pressed up against the mirror whispering someone's name as a gush of pussy juices melts out of you in slow ecstasy. You never know until you try.

This is how it usually goes for me: