“There it is,” Alex whispered into my ear.

“Oohhhhh… I’m gonna cum!” I said, burying my face in his sweater, muffling my excitement.

“No way I’m losing it now,” he said.

This is by far the best room in the aquarium, the glass room; almost the entire room is glass, so the fish can be seen swimming around in their natural habitat. It's like being submerged deep in the ocean.

This is the room we met in, and I was sitting on this bench, filming a shark swimming above me. I was so focused on filming that I lost my balance while trying to get a better angle on it. I swung my knees around the corner, fell off the bench, and landed on the floor.

I looked up, and a devilishly flirty smile appeared on my face. “Oh, hello. What's your name?” I asked. We couldn't take our eyes off each other, and by the time the aquarium was closing, we had already made out in three different exhibits. We return to the aquarium sometimes for a bit of rebellious fun.

 

“Here it comes!” I moaned.

When he starts using his thumb, I know I am in trouble; it's always an insta-cum situation, and he knows it. I can be loud; whatever he does with his thumb usually means I will be noisier than usual. I take a deep breath and feel the tingles get more robust, and then lightning strikes and courses heat through my body and clit. I love that he knows my body so well.

“The thumb always does it.” Smiling at the sight of my uncontrollable pleasure, he sinks into me and watches me cum. He starts working on a hickey.

“Yees, yeees!” I say, trying to keep my voice down. Sex with him is always natural.

Alex kept up with the thumb, unwilling to stop the fun yet. I lowered my head back in pleasure. “I'm already bridging? How did you get me there s….. again!” I said in a breathy voice, with my chin in the air.

After two solid bridge orgasms, I settle down. Bridge orgasms never come to a complete stop. They hover down to around a 7, then will swing back up to a climax, over and over again. Alex can make me bridge enough that I lose count.

“Mmmmm, I love watching you cum, Jess,” he said, kissing my flushed cheeks.

“You know what I want to do.” I said in a breathy post-orgasm haze. “I just want to taste you, and then I want you to fuck me.”

Alex stood up, and I unbuttoned his jeans. As I unzipped them, they fell off him, and I carefully pulled down his boxers. "Mm," I commented. "You're hard."

"How can I not be when you're around?" he asked.

Smiling, I let out a small chuckle as I stuck my tongue out, licked from the base of his penis to the head, and gently wrapped my mouth over the top. I wrapped my finger and thumb around it and ran my hand down and back up a few times to get it completely wet. I put it down my throat briefly and slowly took it back out.

"Oh, you know what that does to me," he said in a deep moan. He dropped to his knees and slid into me, putting my knees over his shoulders. His cock lines up perfectly with my G-spot, and I feel his head inside of me, rhythmically moving back and forth. It takes me to a whole new dimension, and I lean my head back in weakness to savor how good his dick feels. He lifts my shirt, nibbles my nipple through my bra, and flicks the other one with his finger. I tighten around him and feel his dick pulse as he explodes inside me. Laying here with all his body weight on me, I can feel his beard on my cheek and the heat from his panting as I suck on his earlobe.

After calming down, he licks the nipple he was playing with, which is now out of my bra. He starts slipping the other one between his fingers. “Come on, you’re going to start me up again,” I say playfully.

“Mmmm. Yes, I am.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Precisely what I am trying to do.” I smile faintly as I gaze up at the ceiling and close my eyes, feeling the electricity from his fingers. He always knows how to make me feel good.

“Oh-kay, that will do it for tonight. Let’s go have some dinner,” I said, reaching under my skirt to straighten my underwear. “I love how easy it is for you to fuck me.” I watch his forearm muscles flex as he buttons his pants.

It’s the most minor details of the person he is that I am in love with. I love how his pants lay on his boots and the look in his eyes when he first wakes up. He promised me he would do what he could to make my life perfect, and he did it every morning without trying.

We are lucky tonight. It is a particularly snowy January afternoon, and not many people are willing to brave the weather to go out, at least not to the aquarium. We spent a few obligatory minutes observing the fish before leaving for the reservation. As we walk out, we round the corner to the hallway out of the room, and the security guard is studiously examining a diagram ranking the average length of various breeds of snakes.

Tom turns around, smiles, and asks us. “How did you know the camera doesn’t reach the bench?”

We both stare at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. “I didn’t, did you?” we say simultaneously, turning to one another.

“Seriously? There are cameras?” I ask, freaked out. “How long have you… What did you… Oh no, are you going to report us?”

Tom laughs, and we both ease up a little, still skeptical if it is the right thing to do. “No! I was guarding the room for you,” he said, winking. As he disappears into the glass room, he turns and shouts, “Don't worry. See you in Spring!”

 

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spectrum of sexy

I think about sex often, and I know I'm not the only one. Most of us desire it, fantasize about it, and dream about it, and it's by far one of the most entertaining subjects of all time. Sex is an amazing, natural, wonderful, hot, pleasurable, fun, and sexy thing, which is no wonder why most of us have some level or form of desire for it.

Sex, in all its wonderment, may ultimately serve a different purpose for everyone. For me, it's expressive, satisfying, stress-reducing, and it strengthens intimacy. It seems like society has distorted our view of sex as this dirty thing people only do, in secret, not to be spoken of.

So, why can't we talk about it? When did it become so uncomfortable? Where did it all go sideways? I have an undying desire to understand what all the taboo around sex is.

As teenagers we navigate the possibility of crossing paths with someone who finds us as amazing as we find them with the perfect blend of personality, vibe, and chemistry. The confusion of puberty can leave us in a much different place than where we anticipated being. The desire to have sex is very powerful, and the stronger the desire to do something, the easier it is to identify what makes us tick. Even thoug our needs evolve over time, a natural and healthy part of growth and maturity, it is my belief we know what we like.

Sexual freedom means everyone has a right not to be judged for what turns them on. With Pride month encouraging me to analyze where I fall on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, I started wondering what it means to be drawn toward someone.

Same-sex relationships were not something freely acknowledged in the years of my youth. Once I allowed myself to explore the beauty of a woman's energy, I experimented with same-sex relationships, and it seemed the vibe was never right even if I found myself turned on much more than I thought I would be. Certain physical features will always get my attention, but most of my energy is spent being attracted to things we are not able to see on the outside. So how do we know who or what we are attracted to? It's just something we know. No argument there.

For the record, it will always be male energy for the win, outwieghed by desire to entertain a penis. Although I may overlap with being gay in some ways, I have confidence that my future person is a happily penis-wielding heterosexual male who likes long, curly-haired, therapeutic writers.

 

 

What turns you on?

We do not have control over who arouses us, at least in my experience. Sexual attraction is a fluid energy flowing through and between us. When I notice a man, and he turns my head, my head is turned all the way, like it has the rotation capabilities of an owl. Sometimes, it surprises me what kind of vibe gets my attention.

And what about love? They can feel the same, even inseparable, but they are not. Though often intersecting, love is like a seed that grows a fruit-bearing flower, where sex is like a bouncy ball in constant motion, with the potential to change speed and direction without warning. In an ideal situation, they work in a wonderful synergy that builds and becomes something much greater than the sum of the two parts. I see them as separate, equal, and vital to one another's survival. Finding a partner you vibe with both mentally and physcially, someone you find love and an undying desire to be physical with, you may have hit the jackpot.

 

 

As a strong LGBTQIA+ ally and mental health professional, I've learned the burden of the ridiculous, and numerous, stereotypes, and an incredible amount of stigma involved with same-sex relationships. Honestly, if you are not in a same-sex relationship, you shouldn’t have much of a right to say how one should be.

I’m not sure if I can pinpoint my exact location on the spectrum, and even if I see women I am attracted to from time to time, I don't consider myself gay. Perhaps this puts me on the hetero side of the rainbow, somewhere in or near the lesbian zone. Wherever that is, it will most likely look different from where you’re standing, anyhow.