Following on from the porn star question the other day: Do you watch together and do you ever masturbate together but not touch each other?

Yes. Yes. YES.

We both get off on watching.
On catching.
On sneaking.
On being watched.
On porn.

All of these add up to some hot experiences together.
Next to each other.
On top of each other.

Ask me anything. Make it dirty.

An Ode to Exhibitionism.

As a reader of our blog, you're well aware by now that Violet and I are exhibitionists. Perhaps not in the strictest sense of flashing or fucking in public. But in the sense that we share with you glimpses of ourselves that are kept from others. In celebration of that fact, enjoy today's photo set.

Vacation Post: Welcome to the Working Week.

We're sunning our hidden parts today. But that doesn't mean we can't bring some joy to our readers.

Keep those eyes peeled for more ghost posts, we've got some love in store for you all this week.

Hot Husband, Cold Dildo

I guess I don't really need to tell you what's happening this afternoon. Honestly, how thoughtful and fuckable is he? Nevermind the fact that I spent the whole train ride home from work thinking of what to write about next. Nevermind that I was already wet when I hit the door. And nevermind that I found him still home, on a long lunch break, up to no good when I got inside. He had such a delightful and devious little smirk on his face that I knew he had plans beside the quickie I was about to beg him for. Needless to say, I was ready.

I've been thinking a lot about our hit lists. There are some things on mine that surprised me. Namely, how much of it had to do with watching. I guess I've always felt it, but never really vocalized it. I like to watch. And really, if I think about I like to BE watched.

As the husband I love to fuck so dearly has told you, I have a taste for ladies. In fact, I can occasionally be caught leering at them on the subway. I tend to gaze at women the way I shop for produce. I like something round, ripe and luscious. I want it to be velvety, yield to my touch and have a little spring to it. I want it to be tart and sweet and I want its juices to run down my chin. In truth, I am both a tits and ass man. Woman. You get my drift.

via Synthetic Pubes - by: Arian Brumby

So, perhaps, it's because I like to look so much that I also like to be on display. When I catch a man's eyes on the street trained squarely on my tits, I can feel my husbands appreciative hands all over them. When I read the things my husband writes about the way he watches men drool over my ass - I'll admit it - it makes me wet. When I get an 'Oh, damn!' of approval for the short skirt I'm wearing, it makes me want to run home, hike it up over my hips and bend over the bed, expectantly.

There's something so sexy about knowing that while I rub my clit and coax my g-spot out of hiding for his viewing pleasure, I'm often doing it to the thought of him furiously stroking his cock. Because there are few things in this world I like more than being able to see the way the muscles in his stomach jerk and spasm right before he comes. The way he rubs his hand around the base of his shaft and tugs his balls upwards a little to bring himself over the edge. The way his whole body tightens, freezes, then instantly relaxes as his hot, salty load comes shooting out onto his stomach (or more preferably, my tits).

Actually, just thinking about it, I'm ready for another one.