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Savvy Sex Questions with Dr. Jenni:

Dear Dr. Jenni,

I am in my forties with a career and would seem like an average Jane if you met me at a party. However, I have a secret kink that I shared with my last partner. The sex was hot, but that relationship ended and now that I'm dating again, I don't know how to find someone to share this secret with. It's hard to tell from dinner if someone is kinky or a kink shamer! It seems like it would be easier to just advertise my kink to the world to see if there is someone out there like me. Is that a terrible idea?

-- Lady in the streets - Freak in the sheets

Dear LITS-FITS,

This is such an important question to consider today. We live in a sexually-permissive culture that affords us great freedom of sexual expression. However, this also means many of us advertise our sexuality online.

I'm all about harnessing your inner bad-ass, but my strong bias is to keep your sexuality out of social media, where there are no guarantees of your privacy. Why does it matter? Privacy allows you to control what you share and with whom you share it – or don't share it, including potential employers.

To find like-minded souls, I suggest taking some Kink101 classes at a local sexuality shop. Many offer courses in rope tying, light bondage, and other BDSM 101 ventures. You could also check out an online forum for all things kink. Just make sure what you post online is something you are comfortable sharing with the world.

Have a fun and salacious time!

-- Dr. Jenni

Jenni Skyler, PhD, LMFT, CST
The Intimacy Institute
Sex and Relationship Therapy
www.TheIntimacyInstitute.org
(720) 331-3354

The Bath (continued)

MY HOUSE IS AN old Victorian in a sleepy Southern town, in constant need of repair, so sometimes I leave the door open so the workmen can just come in. Recently I forgot I'd arranged for a carpenter to work on the banister. At four in the afternoon, he showed up. The only thing was, I was soaking in the bathtub, half asleep in a pool of fragrant jasmine bubble bath, the afternoon breeze blowing the curtains open. And that's just where the story begins.

I heard a knock and thought, it better be a girlfriend. But when I asked who it was, a man's voice answered. "I'm here to fix the banister," he called out, "you want to show me what needs work?"

"Just a second," I called out, and started climbing out of the tub. Since I hadn't expected anyone, I had only a skimpy towel on hand. It barely covered my ample breasts and flat stomach, and left my trimmed-close pussy completely naked. But that's all I could cover. Then I heard his voice much closer.

"Don't trouble yourself, I see the one…" He'd climbed the stairs.

"Hold on," I warned. I was so frazzled, I dropped the towel.

Suddenly there was a strange man standing in my bathroom doorway. "Goodness, ma'am, I apologize. Enjoy your bath," he said, his eyes averted. But he'd clearly just seen everything.

"Would you please leave," I asked him firmly. I was now standing knee-deep in water, completely naked, the towel having dropped to the floor.

Instead of backing out, he just stood there. He was well built, tan and strong in the way that workmen accustomed to physical work in the sun can be, with flaring shoulders that looked just right for grabbing onto.

I should've been angry. But something about him, and the way he seemed to be both trying to respect my privacy and sneak a peek at my naked body piqued my interest.

"What was it that needed fixin'?" he asked politely.

"It's the loose banister," I said, a little steel in my voice. "At the top of the stairs. Out in the hall. Not in my bathroom." It seemed silly to keep standing there, so I sunk back into the scented bubbles of the bath.

"This one right here?" He leaned out of the doorway. "Oh, yeah, I see. It's pretty loose. Okay, well I think we can get you sorted out. I'm just going to--uh." The carpenter hovered back in the doorway. He looked straight at me.

I felt the afternoon's cool breeze stiffen my nipples above the waterline.

"Please," he said, "don't let me stop your washin'." He had a sweet, honeyed southern accent. "I can get this handled for you."

"What's your name?" I blurted, wanting nothing more than to keep him there and feel his eyes on me. I soaped my shoulders and neck, under my arms, my throat, and reached what I could of my back.

"It's Mike," he answered. "Uh. Do you need some help, there?"

Was I really going to do this? I took a deep breath and nodded. "That'd be nice."

Mike came into the bathroom slowly, like I might change my mind and order him back out. Then he knelt beside the tub. He rolled up his sleeves, treating me to the sight of his muscular forearms, reached into the tub, and found the soap. He began to circle my back with the soap cupped in his hands. I wouldn't have expected such a fine, soothing motion from him. I tried not to moan as he soaped my shoulder blades and backbone, then my waist and down to the beginning of my ass. I just hoped he didn't look into the water and see my pussy opening and blushing like a flower, my lips heavy with arousal, waiting to wrap themselves around a velvety shaft.

"Thanks," I said coolly, though inside I was panting. I wanted, no, needed more.

"Sure," he said. "Would you mind if I rinsed off before I go? I got soap on me."

"Sure," I said.

Before I knew it, he had skimmed off his coveralls. He stood at the old white sink in his undershirt and shorts, buff as a gymnast, tawny-skinned. His muscles rippled as he wet down his his hands.

"Sorry if I disturbed you. I'll get to that banister," he said, and came over to shake my hand on his way out. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am."

I shook his hand with my sudsy one, but kept hold of it. "You, too. Are you sure you won't stay a while longer?"

Heat sparked in his eyes.

I slid down in the bath, parting my legs, and guided his hand until he had two fingers deep in my pussy.

And my pussy reacted immediately. I went from sizing up this hunk from a distance to writhing from the pleasure that his strong fingers were causing me. The feel of his fingers fucking me was so good and so surprising that all I could do is gasp, and there was only a moment to take a breath before he kissed me with an avid, lively tongue, causing me to tremble with pleasure.

In his embrace, I just melted. I was his. But he didn't want to move quite so fast. "I want to wash you," he said, taking the wash cloth in his hand. At his encouragement I turned and bent and curled to offer all my skin to his ministrations, getting on all fours, spreading my long legs, arching my back so my ass was high out of the water. He worked calmly as I got more and more agitated, my skin sensitized and hot. He reached around from the back and took his time washing every inch of my crotch.

"You're so fine," he said as he fingered my clit and pussy. He reentered my hot box with his strong tongue. His playful licks made me moan with pleasure, and when he found my g-spot with a roving finger, I climaxed, coming in panting, shaking spasms.

The water was finally getting cold, but I still wanted more. Mike didn't need convincing.

In the bedroom, I stripped him down to his own smooth skin, kissing the length of him and inhaling his delicious, musky-clean scent. He moved over me on the bed, pressing me down with his weight, and began to hump me suggestively, a delicious hint of things to come. I spread my legs wide to accommodate his bulky, musclebound frame, arched my back so my breasts pressed into his broad chest, and held my breath as he slipped on a condom and eased his cock between my swollen, starving lips.

Then he was inside me, and with that came a marvelous, wondrous feeling of being filled to the brink, and we began to move together as if we'd been doing this together all our adult lives. His pumping was deep and hungry, as if his cock was aching to find out what was deepest inside me. And I met his thrusts with my hips, squeezing the walls of my hot tunnel so I could really feel him against them, pushing myself further onto him so that I was stuffed right to the hilt. He seemed to get right underneath me and pump at just the right angle, and my g-spot was wide awake. It didn't take long for me to come in a great, wet rush. He held me tenderly for a minute, making me so glad I hadn't convinced him to leave.

For round two, he lay on the bed and helped me climb on top of him, fitting his still-hard member into me. I sat straight up, cupping my breasts in my hands and tossing my still-damp hair as I rode up and down his long shaft, my ass tensing from the work. I could feel the sweat coming back to my skin. My carpenter gripped my hips to support me and held me up while I rode him hard and fast, then slowed down and tilted his hips up to really fill me up with his cock. Then he tilted a little more and found that golden spot deep inside me. The head of his cock stroked me from the inside out, and I shut my eyes, captivated by the awesome feeling, my pussy beginning to shudder and swell. His hands squeezing my ass, he and I came together in an overwhelming double orgasm, both of us crying out together, our sweat and juices mixing together. Then we lay in each other arms, marveling at how well we fit together. "What should we do now," I asked my new lover.

"How about a bath?" he said.