Open Door Policy 28

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 28
by DirtyMindedMom

I pulled Cris’s jock strap down and his mostly hard penis unfolded in front of me. His foreskin clung to his cock head, but slowly peeled back a little as he reached his full length. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever encountered, but he was only about a half inch shorter than Gary’s – which meant it was still a more than serviceable fuck tool. I was interested to see that it was also darker than the rest of his body, which created an enticing contrast and made his dick really stand out. I could feel my insides shaking and didn’t know if I could maintain my cool seductress act much longer.

“You have a beautiful penis, Cris.”

“Uh…thanks.”

“Does the foreskin always stay up like that?”

“No, not if you…sometimes it…like this…” He took his shaft between his thumb and forefinger and pulled back. The sheath of came down and his cockhead was completely exposed. He then pushed his fingers forward, and his sleek mushroom head was complexly engulfed.

I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never seen an uncut penis. I was legitimately intrigued by what I was witnessing. Just when I thought cocks couldn’t get any more interesting, this boy came along and taught me otherwise.

“That’s very sexy, Cris,” I said with all sincerity. “Thank you for showing me your cock. I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”

He shrugged with a bit of an awkward smile. “It’s okay, I don’t mind really.”

“I guess it would only be fair if I showed you something in return, right?”

It took a moment for that to sink in. When it did, he nodded slowly as if too stunned to believe this was really happening. His eyes went to my chest.

“My boobs? Would you like me to show you?”

Cris nodded again. “Yes…please.”

“I can’t imagine what your mother would think if she knew we were doing this.” I said this as much to remind myself what kind of risk I was taking as I was trying to get him to think about his mom while in a sexual situation. I lowered one of the thin straps of my flimsy sundress off my shoulder.

“She would kill me,” Cris said solemnly. “And maybe you, too.”

“Naw.” The other strap came down. “Your mother is more understanding than you think. She might be upset at first, but she would understand. She knows that you’re a young man with needs.” I turned my dress down, showing off the tops of my breasts but stopping short of revealing my nipples. “Your mom would understand because she has needs also…sexual needs just like you and me.”

He looked up from my breasts to see if I was serious about what I was saying.

“She knows what it’s like to be horny and to do things that might be considered bad.”

“My mom never does anything bad. She’s a saint.”

“But she’s also a woman.” I tugged my dress down, putting my tits on show for my friend’s son. “A woman who appreciates sexual pleasure just as much as anyone else.” I caressed my tits, circling my fingers around my areolas, coaxing my nipples to stiffness.

“I never thought about it before…” His words came out slowly as he fixated on my bare breasts.

“I’m a mother and I get horny. I think about sex, and get turned on when I see a handsome young man that I want. I will think about him sometimes and touch myself. I imagine what his cock looks like and I masturbate.” I pressed my hand between my legs to emphasis my point. “And your mother does the same thing. We’ve talked about it. Your mom is a good woman who wants sex. But she’s no saint.” I pushed one of my tits up and licked my nipple. “She needs it just like you do, Cris. It’s important that you understand that.”

“Okay…yeah, I guess…”

I let him watch me lick my other nipple. “There’s no way you’re going to play basketball with that big hard-on of yours. Would you like me to give you a little privacy so you can jerk off?”

“Jerk off?”

The poor boy was in a daze. “Or would you rather look at my tits some more?” I could see he was struggling with the cruel choice I was presenting him. “Wait, I have a better idea. What about if you take some pictures, then you can jerk off to my tits as much as you want. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay, good idea!” He scrambled for his phone, fumbled to open the camera function, then quickly began taking pictures before I had a chance to change my mind.

I gave him a few different poses, full-frontal, a little turn to the left, cupping them both, a nice nip lick, squeezing them together. He was clicking off pics as fast as he could while his cock dangled out in the open for me to admire.

“That should be enough to keep you busy for a little while,” I said, moving to pull my dress back up.

“Wait!” Cris cried out.

I paused, my tits still on display.

“I…I…think you’re very beautiful, Mrs. Harden.”

It was clear to me that he’d been wanting to say this to me for some time but was never able to muster the courage to do it. I knew he’d been masturbating to me for a while, but it was nice to know he might actually have developed feelings for me. It was silly, I know, but it turned me on nonetheless.

“Thank you, Cris.” I resumed rubbing my breasts lightly. “And what about Valerie?”

“What about her?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

“She’s my sister.” His hand went to his cock. He probably wasn’t even aware that he’d done it, but it gave me a peek into his subconscious desires.

“But she’s still a beautiful girl, don’t you agree? With those big tits and that juicy ass.”

“I…don’t think about her like that.” He wasn’t convincing anyone, especially not me.

“She thinks like that.” I stepped closer to him and reached down to caress his balls with my fingertips. “Valerie told me how at your old apartment she would sometimes spy on you while you masturbated. She loved watching you stroke your hard cock and spray cum all over your belly and chest.” I cupped his balls, so warm and soft. “Your little sister would finger her wet pussy while she spied on you and she would make herself cum. She thought about you like that a lot.”

“She really said that?”

I nodded as my hand wandered up over his six-pack and well-defined chest. “The way she described it made me think that she would let you fuck her if you wanted to.” I pressed my tits against his chest and kissed his ear. “Would you like that, Cris? To put your big, hard cock in Valerie’s tight little pussy?”

“I couldn’t…not with my own sister. We would both go straight to Hell.”

“But at least you’d have been in heaven for a little while.” I’d planted the seed. If he hadn’t already considered doing his sister, he sure would after what I’d told him. “You poor boy. You must be ready to explode.” I looked down and saw that his hand was still tightly gripping his erection. “Should I leave you alone to jerk off to the pictures, or would you rather cum to the real thing?” I squeezed my tits together to sweeten the offer.

“I don’t…don’t know…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. I know how much teenage boys like to play with their cocks. My son masturbates all the time. Now that we’re living in the same room, I’ve even caught him doing it a few times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to make yourself cum, go ahead and do it.”

He swallowed hard then made his decision. His hand began moving up and down his shaft. I gave him a reassuring smile and jiggled my titties for him. This seemed to help him relax and he began stroking more confidently.

“Mmm…you’ve been thinking about these tits lately, haven’t you?” I gave one of my nips a lick. “You’ve been wanting to see them.”

“Yes,” he confirmed with a rasp in his voice.

“You’ve been thinking about them late at night and quietly jerking off your cock while your mother and sister slept nearby in the same room.” I licked my other nipple, then bobbled both my tits up and down. “But you never thought it would really happen. You had no idea what a horny slut I was.”

“I didn’t think I would get horny for an older lady, but…”

“But then you realized that we have more experience. We know the best way to suck a cock.” I licked my lips and tweaked my nipples hard. “We know just how to fuck. And, best of all, we’ll do anything you want. Women like me and your mom aren’t shy little girls anymore. We’ll let you slap our big titties around, spit on our cunts, or shove whatever you want up our asses.”

“Fuck, Mrs. Harden…oh, fuck…”

He was getting close. I gave my tits a few hard slaps to let him know I wasn’t kidding around. “We’ll spread our legs wide for you, lick your balls, and let you jack off all over us. We know how to please a man, and we older ladies understand what a teen boy like you needs to satisfy his lusts.”

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Where, Cris? Tell me where you want to cum?”

“On..on your tits?” He wasn’t sure if I was serious or how far he could push his luck.

I knelt down in front of him and held my breasts up under his bobbing cock. “Go ahead then. Shoot that big load of hot cum all over my slutty tits. Don’t hold back, sweetie, give me all you’ve got.”

“Uuuuuggghhhh!”

His cockhead swelled and jets of white boy cream coated my tits with warm wetness.

“That’s it…get it all out. All over my horny tits, baby.” As soon as he was done pumping the last drops from his balls onto me, I began licking up his mess of spunk. I glanced up to see his stunned expression. I guess none of the girls he’d been with had developed a craving for the taste of teen sperm.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’d hate to let so much delicious cum go to waste.”

His cock continued to pulse in his hand as he watched me clean myself with my tongue. I enjoyed having an audience while I did something so depraved. I savored his fertile reproductive fluids as I lapped up the last few gobs. It was strong with a bitter aftertaste much like my son’s, but there were subtle differences. I was sure that in a blind taste test I could tell the two of them apart. I would have to test that theory at some point in the near future if all went as I intended it to go.

My pussy was aching for some attention. I was tempted to pull off my dress and masturbate on the spot right in front of Cris. But I fought the urge. I wanted this part of the dance to go on as long as I could draw it out. One more of the things an older woman knows how to do better than those young girls who can only think about immediate gratification. I stood, pulled my dress up over my tits, and gave Cris a motherly kiss on the cheek.

“I enjoyed that a lot. I hope you did, too.” I squeezed the end of his cock with my fingertips. “Now put this thing away and go play some basketball.” With a pinch of his heated cheek, I headed for the door.

“Uh, Mrs. Harden? You’re not going to say anything to my mom about this, are you?”

I pretended like I had to think about it. “Well, she does have a right to know.” This put a bit of fear into his eyes. “But it would be better if she heard it from you instead of me.”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“I’ve only known your mother for a short time, though. Maybe it would best if you talked it over with your sister before you said anything to your mom.” I gave him a friendly wink and headed out. I gave it a couple seconds, then popped by head back around the corner. “Oh, and if you want to jerk off on my titties again, just let me know.” I blew him a kiss and was gone.

I was barely able to wait for the sound of the front door closing before I started fucking myself madly with my dildo and quickly brought myself off to a screaming orgasm. I knew Gary would be upset at missing me going wild on my cunt like I was, but there was no way I could hold out until he got home. I fingered my asshole and banged my pussy off twice more as I ran the whole sordid scene between me and Cris over and over again in my head.

I was so happy the Ramos family had accepted my offer to stay with us. It’s true what they say about charity benefiting the giver more than the receiver. And I had so much more to give!

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It was late at night. The bedroom was dark. My legs were spread wide, and my son was between them. His tongue worked methodically against my clit. His soft lips sucked and released over and over again. Between his mother and his girlfriend, Gary had gained more pussy eating experience than guys several years older than him. The things he was doing to my cunt with his mouth were intensified by the load of cum he had liberally deposited on my face just minutes earlier while I fondled his balls and begged for his sperm in desperate whispers. I couldn’t remember a time when I was more content with my life.

I held my son’s head to my crotch and rotated my hips, grinding my hot cunt into his mouth. It would have been nice to have Valerie here to suck my tits or sit on my face, but after my encounter with Cris earlier I felt I needed some quality alone time with my darling boy.

“Oh, baby, you eat Mommy’s cunt so fucking good,” I moaned. “Make me cum, sweetheart. You know how I like it.” I used a finger to wipe some of his jizz from my forehead and tasted him. I liked Cris’s cum, but none was better than the sweet nectar that came from my own boy’s ball sack. Ooo, suck that clit just like that.”

He was taking his time, teasing me. He was learning how to make it last, pulling back as he sensed I was getting close but not yet to the point of no return. At just the right time his tongue would dip down and circle my fuck hole, or he would feather my outer labia with tantalizing kisses. These weren’t things I had taught him, but that he’d learned through trial and error. Although, there weren’t many errors when it came to Gary sucking my pussy off.

I went along for the ride, letting him dictate the pace. I knew he was going to give me a fantastic orgasm by the end of it. The denial of release only built up the intensity of the inevitable climax. If my lousy excuse for a husband was half as attentive as a lover we might still be together. Thank God we weren’t. I may have never discovered how satisfying it could be to sexually indulge with my own son. And his girlfriend. And his girlfriend’s brother. And, hopefully, his girlfriend’s mom.

His tongue began moving faster. He was lapping at the groove alongside my clit. He knew this was the surefire way to get me off. We were in the final stretch. If I had any doubts they were erased by him inserting an index finger of one hand into my pussy, and the index finger of the other into my asshole. This was his go to move when he wanted to give me a true grand finale. I pulled a pillow over my face and held it tight. My body writhed. I was no longer in control. My son’s tongue was in charge of me now. He worked both his fingers in and out of their respective holes. My anus clenched and my vagina spasmed. His tongue was hitting the perfect spot, gliding in rapid lashes against my stiff clit.

My moan filled my pillow but couldn’t fully be contained by it. I tried to keep it quiet, but that too was beyond my control. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted. It was muffled, but maybe not enough. My whole scheme could be up-ended if our houseguests could hear me in the throes of sexual ecstasy in my room with my own son. There was nothing I could do about it. The orgasm my boy was inducing in me rendered me helpless. I screamed into the pillow. “Suuuuuck mmmyyyyy motherrrr fuuuucking cuuuuunt!”

The orgasm hit me, then came at me again with a secondary surge. Gary didn’t let up until a third wave forced me to twist away from his mouth, unable to tolerate any more pleasure. I laughed like a delirious nymphomaniac. It struck me again that it was the boy I had nursed, and raised, and worried over for so many years who was the one that had awakened such an insatiable animal in me. How could this young man who wasn’t even 17 yet fulfill me as a woman like no other man ever could? I loved him so much.

Gary climbed up next to me and held me in his arms. Our naked bodies naturally entwined. There was no awkwardness or holding back. Just honest devotion. Pure carnal compatibility. His hard cock pressed against my hairy mound. I didn’t have to fear that he would take advantage of me while I was in this vulnerable moment. All I had to do was keep myself from giving in to my darkest urge to feel him deep inside me. I was a filthy degenerate for using Gary like I was, but as long as I didn’t cross that final line I could cling to the one last tiny shred of dignity I had left – at least I hadn’t fucked my own son.

“Be honest,” I whispered to him with a kiss. “You’re really not jealous about me messing with Cris?” I’d told him all about letting his girlfriend’s brother jerk off on my tits earlier that day. Gary had his cock down my throat almost before I could finish the story.

“You know I’m not, Mom. I like the idea of you fucking around with other guys.” His hand ran over my hip and his cupped one of my ass cheeks. “It would be selfish to keep you all to myself.”

“I hope you’re not just saying that because it’s what you think I want to hear.”

“I didn’t mind when you fucked that other guy and let me spy on you doing it.”

“That was different.” I shifted so that my son’s fingers could easily reach my butt hole in case he wanted to play with it. “That was just a one-time thing. With Cris it’s more of a drawn out seduction. And he’s your friend.”

“All that only makes it hotter.” His questing fingers found my asshole. It was still wet from when he ate me out. The tip of his middle finger swirled around the slippery circumference of my anus. “Like I said before, if you’re not going to let me fuck you, then you need to get it from someone. It might as well be someone I like and trust. This way at least I can hear from Cris how good my mom’s cunt feels.” He pushed his finger into my ass and kissed me.

We kissed lazily for a time, rubbing our naked bodies together as we did, too tired to fool around but not wanting to go to sleep yet. I slapped at his hand weakly.

“Stop teasing me back there.”

“I really don’t think anal sex would count,” he said. “Are you sure letting me fuck your amazing ass is against your rules? It’s not like I could get you pregnant or anything.”

It was so tempting. He was right, of course. I mean, what was the big difference between letting him fuck my mouth and stick it in my asshole? It was a sketchy line at best, but I had to draw it.

“If I let you fuck my ass, then it would be too easy for you to talk me into letting you have my pussy.” I pushed his head down and brushed a stiff nipple against his cheek until he took it into his mouth and began suckling. “Plus, it would only be a matter of time before you ‘accidentally’ jammed your hard young cock into the wrong hole.”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” he mumbled around the tit flesh filling his mouth.

“No surprise there. I know you don’t believe it, but it would change everything. Trust me. I like things the way they are between us right now, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. I love masturbating with you, and sucking your cock, a letting you finger my cunt whenever you want. Oh, God. Don’t stop…”

Between what he was doing to my asshole and what he was doing with my nipples, I was all revved up again. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I had another orgasm. I reached down between us, quickly found my hardened clit, and began stroking myself as my son worked on me with his fingers and mouth. It didn’t take long before I was groaning my way through yet another illicit orgasm.

As soon as I was finished, Gary got to his knees, turned me onto my back, and lifted my legs. My heart thumped in panic. Was this it? Was he finally going to disobey me? I wouldn’t be able to stop him, or even cry out. He could fuck me right here on the spot and there’d be nothing I could do to stop him.

Gary had my legs straight up, pressing my ankles together. He shuffled into position. My pussy and ass were vulnerable to him. I tightened my muscles down there, knowing this would do little to keep him out of either of my slick fuck holes. He spit in his hand, lubed his cock, and leaned in.

The head of his cock swept from my asshole, across the opening of my vagina, past my pulsing clit, and up. My son nudged his cock between my thighs. He pushed until his belly touched the backs of my legs. With a slight adjustment of where his knees were planted, he began fucking. I convinced myself that I was relieved and pressed my legs tighter around his hard shaft.

As he fucked the gap between my thighs, he moved lower. The underside of his shaft ran along my hair-covered mound. His balls hit against my protruding vulva with each thrust. It wasn’t the real thing, but it almost felt like it. He was as close to fucking his mother as he could get. He hooked my legs over one of his shoulders, grabbed my hips, and picked up his pace.

“That’s it, Gary. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy with that big cock. Fuck me as hard as you want!”

It had been obvious from watching him make love to Valerie, but this unusual kind of pseudo-sex that we were having only confirmed that my boy was a great lover. He knew just how to move, how hard to push, how fast to go. The kid was a natural. Maybe it would be okay just to let him fuck my ass a little.

“God, Mom, I love you so much. I want to fuck you like crazy. Someday you’re going to spread your legs for me and let me shove my cock so far up your cunt. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll scream and you’ll love it. And I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to cum so hard right up inside you, Mom. I don’t even care if it makes you get pregnant. All I want to do is fill you up with all my fucking cum!”

“Oh, that sounds so good, baby. Fuck me. Fuck all of your cum inside me. It’s okay…I want it in my cunt!”

Gary slammed his body against my legs nearly folding me in half. “Aaaarrrraaahhhh…” His cum spurted out onto my belly in several heavy expulsions. I heard him sigh in the dark. We once again listened to hear if we’d woken anyone. For all we knew the entire Ramos family was in the next room silently jacking themselves off to the sounds of our sex games.

My son let my legs down slowly. He scooped up some of his jizz with his fingers and fed it to me. I gratefully swallowed every drop he delivered to my mouth. He then offered me the tip of his dick, and I sucked that clean, too. Afterward, we kissed. I loved that he didn’t shy away from the taste of his own seed that was so thick on my tongue.

Despite my insistence otherwise, he knew that one day I would give in and my pussy would be his to fuck. I supposed I knew it, too. But I meant it when I said I liked the way things were between us at the moment. Denying myself his cock almost made it better in a lot of ways. For one thing, he might not be as ready to let me give my pussy to other men if he felt it belonged to him. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to give my pussy to the young stud in the next room. To my son’s friend; Valerie’s brother; Vera’s son. I needed to get fucked by that boy, and I wanted everyone to know about it.

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Back to Basics

I’ve done some soul searching over the past 24 hours and I’ve come to some conclusions. I’ve gotten carried away with the bells and whistles here at the blog and so I’ve decided to dial things back.

One of my (many) personal failings is that I’m one of those pathetic people-pleaser types. I want to make everyone happy. Intellectually I know that’s not possible, but instinctually I’m unable to resist trying. In terms of the blog, I’ve realized that too much of a good thing is spoiling it for a lot of people.

A big part of what prompted me to get to where I am with the blog was when I started hearing from people who said they visited the site every day to see what was new. I worried about how there wasn’t something new there every day for them, and felt guilty that they would be disappointed more days than not. This motivated me to add Captions – something I could have at least one new instance of each day. On top of that I added DMM Fan Fiction, Family Secrets, Dirty Polls, and the Reader Gallery. Each time I added something I was moving away from my core mission to create incest fantasy stories for people to masturbate like crazy to.

Adding the forum was apparently the breaking point for a lot of people. I got a number of angry emails when I changed over to DirtyMindedMinx, but from the comments and emails I’ve gotten since announcing the Forum I’ve alienated a lot more folks. I also know that for every person that makes a comment or sends an email, there are a hundred more who feel the same, but just quietly walk away. My first reaction was to dismiss these concerns. “How can people be upset at me for providing MORE free content!? If they don’t like it, they don’t have to look at it!” The more I thought about it, though, the more I could see their underlying objections.

One commenter described the site as becoming too “commercialized.” Technically, I’d argue that it isn’t, but I think the intention was more about conveying the idea that my blog was transforming from the humble efforts of a horny housewife into something that more resembled a porn-for-pay type of site. I could make some arguments there as well, but I can see the broader point being made and understand what was meant by “commercialized.”

This, however, wasn’t the deciding factor for me. Along the way, I convinced myself that each little addition would only take me an extra ten minutes a day to manage, or perhaps an extra hour each week, which I could easily handle. The problem is that those minutes and hours added up. So much so that my writing really has taken a backseat to administering my growing porn circus. This isn’t good for any of us!

So, here’s my plan. I’m going to roll the blog back to what it was in the beginning. It’ll be posts, my stories, more stories, and (probably) links. My target is to start 2017 fresh in this old skool mode. Over the course of December, I’m going to continue posting any contributions I already have, but I’m not going to accept any new contributions for: Captions, Family Secrets, or the Reader Gallery. I will still take DMM Fan Fic, but in the future these will simply go into the More Stories section. I’m also going to keep posting stories from readers because I still very much want to provide a supportive platform for first time writers, and others, to share their fantasies and erotic visions.

As much fun as they were, I’m going to get rid of the weekly Dirty Polls. Maybe I’ll do one now and again as a post, but we’ll see. I’m going to take the nascent Forum off of the blog, but I’m not going to delete it from existence. I’m going to leave it out there as an independent entity and let it live or die on its own merits. If you want to go there and use it, more power to ya. If you hate the very idea of the forum down to the center of your being, then you can console yourself that it will effectively be gone forever as far as you will be able to tell.

I know a lot of you will be upset with this rejiggering of my blog, which brings us back to the “can’t please all of the people all of the time” problem. The upside is that I will be able to take all the time I’ve been putting into updating the various ancillary features and devote it to writing stories about mothers fucking sons, daughters sucking daddies, and sisters pissing on brothers…or whatever disturbingly kinky thing is turning me on at the moment…

And, nothing is written in stone. If we find that life has been rendered all but meaningless without one of the features that went away, we can always bring it back to the blog down the road if we want. Hopefully, we won’t need to go there because we’ll be so drained of semen and pussy juice with the focus back on good, wholesome incest erotica that we won’t even miss all the extraneous porn candy.

Thanks, again, to everyone who supports what I’m trying to do here at the blog. And a special thanks to the people who stepped up and let me know I was straying too far off the righteous path of perversion.

Hugz,
DirtyMindedMom

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Size Matters

Rachael’s Slippery Tip #2: Start small.

Writing porn is a shitload of fun! But, if you want to do it well, it can also be a lot of work. One problem I’ve seen many first time writers run into is that they’ve envisioned a sweeping erotic epic with a large cast of horny characters coupling and tripling up in an endless array of combinations, but when it comes to translating their opus into a real story they peter out a few pages into it. For your first couple of stories it’s important not to bite off more than you can chew (or, more appropriately for our purposes, don’t jerk off more than you can swallow).

When you’re starting out, think in terms of setting up a simple situation that leads to one good sex scene. Son walks in on mom masturbating with a dildo and offers to let her use his cock. Dad sneaks into daughter’s bedroom at night to jerk off on her face, but she wakes up and sucks daddy off. Sister doesn’t want to be the only virgin at school and gets her little brother to pop her cherry.

Nothing fancy, nothing too complicated, just a straight forward cause and effect situation. Keep the main action strictly between two characters. There could be a third character lurking around to add some tension, but the sex scene needs to revolve around just two people (or any combination of two humans, aliens, elves, dogs, and/or vampires). Along the same lines, don’t try to have your amorous couple perform the entire Karma Sutra. Limit yourself to one or two sex acts and focus on really bringing those to life. Mom gives son a handjob. Daughter lets dad eat her out. Brother spies on sister sucking off Bandit after winning the dressage competition. Don’t try to do too much all at once.

Shoot for 3 to 5 pages, but no more than about 7. Pages can vary depending on how much dialogue there is, so it might be helpful to think in terms of word count. Around 3,000 words is a reasonable target for your first few stories. Once you get the feel for the amount of time and effort it takes to write a simple story, you’ll be better equipped to know when to begin expanding your titillating tales to include multiple sex scenes, more characters, and deeper plots.

Start small, score a few quick successes by actually finishing some stories, then build from there.

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Happy Wanksgiving

I adore the word “wank.”

This British euphemism for male masturbation strikes just the right note for me. The sound of the word almost perfectly captures the impression of the act it names, much like its more recent American cousin: fap. While fapping has a fun ring to it, I still find wanking to be far superior.

Part of its appeal also has to do with how easily it can cross over to female masturbation. This might ring false to the ear of those from the British Empire, but as an uncouth Yank hearing the term being applied to a woman vigorously fingering herself feels quite fitting.

I also like how easily it rolls off the tongue in various applications. I feel like having good wank. I caught Mom wanking in the garage again. My son is a very dedicated wanker. Let’s wank together! I often find that no other word in American English is as facile as wank for this purpose. I do get a prurient thrill out of the word masturbate, but it is a bit of a mouthful along with being too clinical in many instances. Guys have a lot of good euphemisms (jerk off, jack off, beat off), but they don’t translate as readily to female self-pleasure.

I wish this slang term would be embraced by America, but it seems unlikely at this stage in the game. Maybe in time a new term will arise that ideally fits both sexes. Until then, I’m going to pull down my knickers and have myself a lovely wank!

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Call for Contributions

I absolutely love masturbating! But, it’s often more fun to when you get a little help from someone else.

This is my way of saying that as much as I love creating dirty stories for you and sharing my nasty thoughts, I can’t keep up with everyone’s insatiable appetite for new filth all on my own. As most of you know, I originally created this site as little more than a “parking spot” for my stories after Lush killed off the incest fantasy category. Since then, it has grown far beyond what I could have imagined. I’m incredibly humbled by this, while at the same time whenever I think about the evolution of my dirty little blog it makes my clitty throb. I’m quite proud of the site, but I didn’t do it alone.

First and foremost there are all the horny folks out there who have supported and encouraged me. Just visiting the site once in a while shows that you think there’s something here that’s worthwhile enough for you to stop by and check out what’s new. Then there are the wonderful people who take the time to leave comments and send me emails. It may seem like a small thing, but those types of interactions are what make the site feel a little more like a community and not just another place to plaster up more smut on the already inundated internet. But most importantly, there are those who have contributed to the content of my blog.

It started with the More Stories section. I began by wanting to give other Lush refugees a parking spot for their stories. Then I saw a need to give readers (many of whom were first-time writers) a chance to feel the thrill of sharing their erotic vision with others in a safe and supportive environment. This expanded into the Fan Fiction section, the Family Secrets project, our Kinky Captions collection, and most recently into our very intimate Reader Gallery. These generous contributions have added dimensions to my site that I never could have done on my own. It’s difficult to put into words how lucky and grateful I am every day for this.

All this is preamble to encouraging everyone to continue sharing your precious time, valuable energy, and sexual creativity with me and others. I have several items in the hopper that I still need to review, format, and get posted, but I would welcome more. I don’t have a lot to offer in return. This is a small site with a few thousand visitors at most. If you have a story and want loads of feedback, you’re much better off posting it on Literotica or one of the bigger sites. I can’t offer that kind of immediate gratification here, but I do know that readers really do appreciate the unique perspectives they find in the stories and other items posted here.

Opportunities to contribute abound here at the blog. I’ve had several requests from the guys for me to implore our wet and wild female visitors to submit pics for the Reader Gallery (I’ll take anything from modest to racy to raunchy!). If you’ve been on the fence about submitting your true personal story for Family Secrets, stop putting it off! Everyone who has submitted a story there has told me it was a huge turn on to relive their erotic family experience and know that other people were going to read about it. It’s easy and a lot of fun, and I’ll help with the technical side of the writing if you’re worried about that.

Captions are another great way to participate. But be careful, writing these one or two line micro-porn stories can become very addictive – trust me! Taking part in the polls, suggesting poll questions, making comments, and sending me hot links to include in my list are all great ways to add to our collective enjoyment. Also, if you’d like to write about a particular topic, have a sexy anecdote, or just need to rant about something I’d be happy to entertain the idea of doing a “Guest Post” for things you’d like to get off your chest (or maybe on your chest).

In the interest of full disclosure, I know that I can often be slow to get contributions posted, but I do strive to get everything anyone sends to me up on the site…eventually. Until I can hire a couple of college interns willing to work in nude, it’s just me running the show back here.

You may be sick of hearing me say it by now, but I love you all and can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve given me. Now I’m going to wrap this up before I get all teary eyed and lose my lady wood!

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