About Me

Okay, so, in April of 2014 I posted this (too) long introduction to who I am. A few things have changed since then, and I decided it was time to add some comments to bring things up to date.

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Before you get your hopes up too high, I need to warn you that my bedroom antics aren’t at all wild. I’m just an ordinary housewife with what I believe is a fairly ordinary (some might say boring) sex life. Don’t take this to mean that I’m not satisfied. I’m perfectly happy at this point in my life with the quantity and quality of the sex I’m getting, but as I explore the internet and discover the sorts of things others do behind closed doors I have found that my experiences often don’t compare. So if you came here looking for true tales of wantonly outrageous kinkiness, you’re going to be disappointed. That’s not to say there isn’t a strong element of kink in my sexual fantasies.

01/2016: All this still holds, though my bedroom antics are slightly more interesting, but I still wouldn’t consider them close to “wild.”

I was born in the early 80s and grew up in a small town in Massachusetts along with my brother and a very stupid cocker spaniel. I met my dear husband in college. We got married soon after graduating and settled down only a few towns away from where I grew up. I’ve been happy ever since. We have two beautiful daughters; one just started school and the other is still home with me. I’ve worked a few part-time jobs here and there, but for the most part I’ve been a stay-at-home mom. No complaints here!

01/2016: Both my girls are now in school full time – hallelujah! I also picked up a little part-time job working in a small boutique a couple days a week while the kids are in school, but I still consider myself primarily as a play-at-home mom.

Hubby and I have sex on average once or twice a week, and he always makes sure I have at least two orgasms (but three or four is more common). Again, we don’t do anything beyond a few basic positions (missionary, me on top, doggy), but that seems to be enough to keep us satisfied. We both enjoy oral sex, giving and (of course) receiving. I wouldn’t say either of us has any particular fetishes (at least none that I know about). I will say that I do have a bit of a thing for cum. I love the taste, smell and feel of it. Feeling his cock pulse at the moment of climax and shooting a warm load into my mouth is one of my favorite sensations.

01/2016: We’ve added a couple new tricks to our sexual routine (more about that later). My predilection for cum hasn’t changed, and if anything it has become stronger over the past couple years.

I suppose some of you are wondering about my body. Again, I’m quite average in that department as well. I consider myself to be a “plain Jane” in most respects. I certainly don’t stand out in a crowd, and although I’m not a complete uggo, I’m not going to win any beauty contests. I’m 5’6” tall, with light brown hair that I wear just past shoulder length. I have brown eyes and fair skin that tans nicely in the summer. My tits are only b-cups, but I like them. I sometimes wish I had inherited my boob genes from my mom, who has a set of what I would define as knockers, but she complains enough about “lugging these puppies around all day” that I’ve decided that I’m better off in the long run with my little boobies. I workout when I can and do my best to stay in fairly decent shape.

01/2016: All this still applies, except that I have managed to lose around five pounds since I wrote this. Of course, one gluttonous weekend could reverse all that in a heartbeat.

I don’t think I’m unique it this, but I enjoy masturbating very much. I generally take time out to pleasure myself at least two or three times a week. I discovered that I could give myself an orgasm by rubbing myself on a pillow or stuffed animal at the age of 13. I got the idea that doing this was a very naughty thing, and so I resisted doing it as much as I could. Much to my great shame, I was weak and would give in to my filthy urges every so often. It wasn’t until I saw a woman on a daytime talk show saying that masturbation was normal and healthy that it became a happy part of my daily routine. Shortly after I turned 16, my fantasies took a strange turn: I began fantasizing about my older brother while I masturbated.

01/2016: All right, big change here. I now masturbate at least two or three times a DAY now, unless something keeps me from giving my pussy the attention it craves. Since I started writing and doing this blog, I’m hornier than ever. If I’m alone, chances are I’m masturbating. This should probably worry me more than it does, but I’m happier now with my sex life than I’ve ever been.

I was disgusted with myself when it first happened, but the more I tried to avoid such perverse thoughts the more they seemed to come. Eventually, I gave in and let my imagination run wild. My brother is three years older than me, and was quite the stud as far as I was concerned. He was good looking, popular, and had a great body. He played basketball and baseball mostly, but he was good at any sport he tried. My brother was basically a jock, but he didn’t have the typical jock attitude. He had a friendly personality and got along with just about everyone. We were good buddies when we were little, but once he started high school our lives began to diverge. Different sets of friends, different priorities, and all that. My mother would say that I worshiped my big brother, but I wouldn’t go that far. I did admire him, and loved when I got his attention.

So, pretty much every night, I would snuggle in under my covers, slip my hand down into my PJs and diddle myself to elaborate fantasies of my brother having sex with me. I should mention that nothing remotely sexual ever happened between us, and I never made any effort to initiate anything. I was ashamed enough of my perverted fantasies and there was no way I would have revealed my depraved thoughts to anyone under any circumstances. Then my fantasy world got weirder.

After I’d played over as many scenarios as I could think of with my brother, my father started showing up in my fantasies. At first it was just him catching me and my brother being naughty together. Then he started coming up with punishments that involved me being naked in front of him. Before long I was sucking and fucking my dad while my brother was forced to watch and jerk off. Once I’d made that mental leap, more family members began starring in my filthy fantasies. My somewhat prudish mom was a total sex fiend in my private mental world. I never fantasized about having sex with her, but I often played out scenarios where I spied on her and my dad doing nasty things together, or I imagined her seducing my brother.

I still use these incestuous fantasies to this day. My most reliable “go to” scenario is me in the middle of a threesome with my dad and brother while my mother tells us what to do and masturbates while she watches. Again, I would never consider trying to make any of these fantasies a reality. Knowing my family, it would not be accepted in the slightest, and if I ever hinted at some of the things in my fantasies it would put a huge strain on our relationships. I have no serious desire to make these fantasies real. An interesting aspect of my repertoire of family fantasies is that when I use them now to get off, I’m still around 16 or 17 in these scenarios. Everyone, in fact, is frozen in time as they were back when I was in high school. I never think about having sex with my father or brother as they are now, but as they were back then. Paging Dr. Freud…

01/2016: There has been a slight change to this since I started writing. While most of my family fantasies still take place when I was a teenager, I have given myself permission to think about scenes where me and my brother are the ages we are now. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes while I’m masturbating I imagine a situation where the two of us do highly inappropriate things together at family gatherings and such.

Sex wasn’t a polite subject in my house growing up, and it was hardly ever mentioned. Nudity was a shameful thing and so I never saw anyone in my family naked, not even by accident. I knew my parents loved us, but there wasn’t a lot of physical affection beyond the occasional hug on special occasions. My parents rarely ever kissed or touched each other in front of us. When my mother did talk to me about sex, it was basically to scare the shit out of me. Sex was strictly for when you’re married, and if you even so much as touch a boy’s “thing” you’d instantly get pregnant and ruin your life.

Despite Mom’s terrifying propaganda, I lost my virginity at 16 to my boyfriend who was moving away at the end of that summer. I stole a condom from my brother’s dresser drawer, and we did it on a blanket in the woods behind his house. I was scared out of my wits, and he was nervous as could be. Working together, we somehow managed to get the condom on then get his cock into me. It hurt, but not as much as I had expected. Overall, it turned out to be a lovely experience. I didn’t have an orgasm that first time, but it felt really good. Feeling his body between my legs, and his naked chest against mine, made it the best for me.

It was about six months after that before I was able to secure another boyfriend. I was dying to fuck him as soon as he asked me to go steady with him, but it took him a little over a month to build up to making his big move. This time he brought the condoms, and I was happy to be back in the saddle, so to speak. He was a virgin (and so was I as far as he knew), and it took him a few tries before he got his technique to a respectable level, but after that it was off to the races. He was the first boy to give me an orgasm during intercourse, which made me fall in love with him for real. God, if my mom knew that he had his fingers or cock in me every chance he got, she would have died on the spot. He was also the first one to lick my pussy. He never figured out how to make me cum that way, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

I had one other boyfriend in college, but that didn’t last very long. Although he had the biggest cock of any guy I’ve been with, the sex was just okay. The following year I met the handsome young man that I would eventually marry. I thought he was annoying at first, but once I got to know him I found out what a great guy he really was. The sex with him was good from the start and only got better as we became more comfortable with each other. He was the first (and only) one to make me cum using his mouth. How could I not marry him after that?

A couple of years ago, much to my surprise, I developed a taste for porn. When I was younger I was conditioned to think pornography was something disgusting that only appealed to men (and primarily to demented men). In college, this attitude was reinforced by the feminist super-culture, which demonized porn and its consumers. My husband and I had watched a few porno movies together, which was fun, but I did it more to make him happy than for my own enjoyment. Then I got curious about some of the celebrity sex tapes that were floating around out there.

One day, when I had the house to myself, I looked up the Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton videos just to see what all the fuss was about. I got a bit of a guilty thrill out of seeing their sex tapes, but more importantly I learned about a few “tube” sites in the process of searching for them. A few days later I had a little alone time late at night and decided to revisit one of those sites just out of curiosity. I ended up watching video clips for almost two hours and wrapped up my viewing session with a very gratifying self-induced orgasm. I managed to behave myself for about a week, but I eventually broke down and was once again surfing porn videos and diddling myself the whole time. After that it became a fairly regular habit for me. I wouldn’t describe myself as a porn addict, but I can’t deny that I derive a great deal of pleasure from watching nasty videos, or reading dirty stories, and masturbating.

01/2016: I might now be willing to admit that I have a “mild,” though manageable, porn addiction.

As of this writing my husband doesn’t have any idea that I’m such a patron of the pornographic arts. Based on the history on his computer, however, I know that he does his share of porn surfing. To be honest, I like the idea that he’s “secretly” masturbating behind my back. Partly because it lets me feel less guilty for taking care of myself as much as I do, and partly because I like to imagine him beating off like a horny teenager and hiding it from me. I know this all might sound a little weird, but that’s about as kinky as I get.

01/2016: As far as I’m aware, he still doesn’t know about my porn fetish.

Let’s see, what else can I tell you about my relatively tame sex life? I own a small vibrator that my husband got me for Valentine’s day a couple years after we got married. He was quite eager to watch me use it, and I dutifully indulged him. It was the first time I’d masturbated for him, and the first time I ever used a sex toy. I still have my little 4-inch pink bullet, and I put it to use at least once or twice a month. I actually prefer using my fingers, but I have been known to use the water flowing from the big faucet in the tub on occasion. I have also resorted to humping the arm of our sofa, or the corner of a table every now and again.

01/2016: My sex toy collection has a few new members since I first wrote this. I now have a larger vibrating dildo, as well as an acrylic-type butt plug. Both of which hubby knows about.

One of the things I learned while I was dating my husband is that I like having my ass played with. I’ve never had anything bigger than a finger in my butt, and I’m very content to keep it that way. I love the extra stimulation and will often tease my own ass when I’m masturbating. My husband has licked me back there on several occasions, which I love, but I’m too shy to ask for it. I know that may seem silly at this point in our marriage, but that’s me.

01/2016: This may be one of the areas of my life that has changed the most. I noticed in my writing that many of my characters were into butt sex. I wondered if it made sense to write about something like that when I had no real experience with it. I also began to suspect that I wanted it more than I was willing to let on. I secretly bought a butt plug online, and practiced with it. This lead up to me offering up my anal virginity to my husband on Valentine’s Day 2015. Not surprisingly, he was more than happy to take it. Not only do I now take it in the ass at least once or twice a month as the mood strikes me, but I’m also not afraid to tell him when I want his tongue in my asshole. I don’t think either of these things would have happened if it wasn’t for my DirtyMindedMom alter ego.

I’ve never been with another woman. I do find women to be sexually arousing, and will sometimes get off to girl-on-girl porn. I can’t, however, picture myself actually having sex with another woman. Women do sometimes appear in my fantasies, but they’re usually having sex with someone other than me. My husband often jokes about me being with a woman, but I really don’t see that ever happening.

01/2016: This remains more or less the case today, however I’ve gradually shifted to where I can now kinda picture myself doing something with another woman. I still don’t think it will ever happen, but if the perfect opportunity came along…who knows?

I should probably stop listing things I’ve never done sexually – that’s a substantially longer list than the things I have done. One new thing I have done recently, which you already know about, is write erotic porn stories. This is something I wasn’t expecting to ever put on my sexual resume.

I’ve been reading dirty stories online for a while. I find myself drawn to the stories about family sex most often, but I also like reading the masturbation, voyeur, first time, straight sex, and taboo categories. I’ll read just about anything that catches my eye, but I avoid stories where real pain is a component, as well as some of the more extreme fetishes. I often use erotic stories as solo foreplay to get me aroused and wet, then I go off and find a video porn clip that matches the sex act I was reading about. If the story is about a woman taking on two guys for the first time, I’ll find a video with a threesome and get off to that. As often as not, I will sometimes make myself cum to the stories themselves.

01/2016: I don’t read erotica as much as I used to, which I regret. Whenever I’m reading now, I’m too distracted thinking about how I’d write a give passage differently, or what plot development would have been so much better. Besides, I’m much rather spend my intimate time with the stories my readers and guest writers send to me to post on this blog. I find that an extremely gratifying part of doing this blog.

I’m not exactly sure what motivated me to sit down and try writing one myself. I wrote a lot when I was younger and had delusions of being a professional (thus the not-very-practical English degree), but it wasn’t until just recently that I began toying with the idea of trying my hand at literary porn. I was very surprised at how exciting the process turned out to be. I didn’t expect to get as turned on while I was writing as I did. I found myself having to stop at several points to take care of my distractingly aroused pussy.

It’s early in my career as a porn author, but I suspect I may have found something that I’ll be doing for a long time to come. I wasn’t expecting much for my efforts, the sexual thrill I got out of writing about nasty sex was enough for me, but then I started getting reactions from readers. Reader feedback is like crack! It seemed strange to me that people were not only taking the time to read something I wrote, but also took the time and effort to tell me what they thought. Not only that, but several people let me know that they had masturbated to orgasm while reading my work. I suppose I was abstractly aware that this might be the case, but to have it confirmed in such direct terms gave me a perverse sense of satisfaction. After that, I couldn’t help thinking of all the cocks and pussies that might get stroked as a result of the words and images that were coming out of my head. I love the concept that people are cumming because of something I created, and it makes me feel connected to readers in an intimate way that I hadn’t anticipated. It’s almost like we’re having sex through my stories!

01/2016: All this is as true now as it was when I started! I have become slightly obsessed with the power to make readers cum, and it never fails to make my pussy tingle when I get a message from someone telling me they spewed jizz all over themselves while reading one of my stories, or that they couldn’t resist fingering their cunt to a sloppy orgasm because of something I wrote.

Well, this is turning out to be longer than I had expected, but I suppose there is one other thing I should address. Despite having a great relationship with my husband, most of what I’ve just told you I’ve kept secret from him. As I mentioned, he doesn’t know about my frequent masturbation habit or my less than casual relationship with porn. I’ve never even hinted that I have an extensive mental library of sexual fantasies that feature various members of my family. And I definitely haven’t told him that I’ve been writing incest porn during the day while he’s at work and our youngest daughter is taking her nap. So why all the secrecy?

Several readers have encouraged me to open up to my husband and share all this with him with the expectation that he will be readily accepting of my previously hidden sexual eccentricities and our marriage will be stronger and happier for it. The catch for me is that I feel there’s a better than even chance that revealing these things could just as likely ruin our relationship. I’m not quite ready to flip the coin on my marriage at this stage in my life. It might be a different story if things weren’t going well and there was a chance that opening up would bring about an improvement. But, with everything going along smoothly, I can’t see taking the risk of throwing that all up in the air for a relatively small potential gain. There’s also more to it than just that.

I have to confess that I really like having my secrets. I have this whole conservative, average, normal mom thing going on, which is good, but my secrets allow me to have something more. I get to be the dirty slut I can’t be in real life in the privacy of my own mind. I love that hidden version of me, and it would be diminished if I shared her with my husband. Even if he was 100% accepting of it, having him know my naughty little secrets would make them less exciting for me. Having this part of me that he doesn’t know about, and living with the risk that I might be caught at it, gives me a kind of charge I couldn’t get by being open about what I’m doing. This might be an immature justification for my warped secret life I’m building for myself, but I’m going to hold on to it for at least a little while longer.

01/2016: No changes for me in this respect!

Okay, well, I think that’s enough about me for now. I may come back and expand on this if anything new comes up or if questions arise about areas of my boring life that I didn’t cover. In the meantime, thanks for taking an interest in this average horny housewife and I hope I can get you turned on with my next dirty story!

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89 Comments

89 thoughts on “About Me

  1. You are a talented writer. Thank you for sharing your creations with us. Your “About Me” section made me reflect on my own sexual awakening and made me feel like I’m not all that weird. Maybe I’m more of a closet sex addict, trying to live a normal life- whatever normal is. Your personal confessions give me strength. Thank you again.

  2. Your husband is very lucky. I’ve dated several women and I’ve only known three that liked anal sex. The thing is, they wouldn’t let me do that with them because they said I was too big or too thick. The one told me she liked long thin cocks, so my length was fine, but I was just too thick for her. I wear an x-large glove and when I wrap my hand around my cock I can barely touch my thumb and forefinger. All the other women were happy and surprised when they saw my size, but we didn’t have anal. I guess it’s a blessing and a curse.

  3. You ‘re a Goddess!!!! Your blog had me spell bound and dripping every word!… Your life story has got me throbbing! If you were my Mom in one of these stories I’d get straight A’s! And lick pussy every morning!

  4. Thank you for sharing your story! I saw a link to your site from another site and visited just now for the first time. What I enjoyed most about your story is realizing that many of us, men and women alike, are similar in that we appear to lead “normal,” maybe mundane, lives, but a little deeper down, we have a lot of “dirty” and sometimes socially unacceptable sexual fantasies which fuel our frequent, hot, exciting masturbation sessions. Keep it up and thanks again!

    Phil

  5. I want to thank you for your wonderful erotic writing.I love reading erotica and used sites such as Literotica, Nifty, Asstr and any others I could find.But yours is my go to site now.I like you love to read your stories and find video clips to match the scenario to get off on.But I have to admit most times I cum reading your work. One of my favorites is”Selfsuck Sissy” as I am one of the few lucky ones who can perform this nasty act.So I really hope you continue with that pitcular story.Again thank you for the many enjoyable orgasms.

  6. Thanks for sharing your story, it’s a very interesting one. My sister and I had a close relationship although we engaged in no sex. At about 13 we did the old I show you mine if you show me yours. We explored each others bodies as we grew up as a way of learning, we enjoyed it. Your brother might have been responsive if he knew about your feelings. Oh well water under the bridge. Thanks again and have a great 2017.

    Todd

  7. Thank you very much for sharing your story. Its very comforting to know that many women are the same way about these things as us guys often are. I love your kinky fantasies, and I think your situation about not aiming to make them real is similar to my own life.
    Thank you and I hope you are well : )

  8. You should’ve told your brother about your fantasies when you were teenagers and definitely should tell him now, he probably has fantasies about you too he was a young horny teenager with a fuckable sister you’re both close in age he no doubt fantasized about having sex with you most guys have fantasies of their sisters especially at that age. You run an incest site you know a ton of people have this fetish and they start around the same age your brother was just like you did, him being a guy he likely still has those fantasies they don’t go away for horny guys they just get more kinky.

    Your dad might even have fantasies about you he is a guy no matter how conservative he may seem all guys are pervs behind closed doors, and your mother being an uptight sexless woman could very well be a closet freak herself plenty of women who are hardcore Christians are some of the biggest sluts in bed just look at many of the incest bloggers more than a few of them say they’re Sunday school teachers or go to church multiple times a week.

    Hell just look at yourself you present a plain boring conservative front to society but have all of these secret fetishes so what makes you think you’re the only one in your life like that? For all you know your family members are the same way, just like you think no one suspects you of being kinky (and some probably do suspect trust me many guys automatically assume a conservative “normal” woman is a huge freak in the bed) even though you are the same might apply to them they may be kinky too.

    And you definitely should tell your husband he already watches porn like you (and like all men again trust me) he would love for his wife to be this huge closet slut, every man would love that it’s like a dream come true to have the lady in the streets and freak in the bed all guys want their wives to be pervs with kinky sexual fetishes.

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