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As they say, there are two things you should never discuss at a porn blog: religion and politics. So, in the past, I’ve tentatively violated the prohibition against politics, so I might as well go ahead and break the rest of the rule!

Let me start by confessing that I’m a “non-believer.” Before I go on, I have to say that I don’t like that label, nor do I like defining myself as an “atheist.” It doesn’t sit well with me to identify myself by what I DON’T believe. In my own little mind I call myself a Mythisist. I know this term may have other specific meanings, but for me it nicely encapsulates what I DO believe – that all religions (ALL) are based on myths – flawed fictional stories written by humans in a effort to explain the elements of the universe that are (or were) difficult (or impossible) to comprehend. I don’t intend to insult anyone else’s beliefs with this position – if it brings one comfort to believe that Jesus, or Mohammed, or Vishnu, or Yoda, or Zeus, or Ra, or Odin, or Moroni, or Cthulu, or any of the host of other invisible divine entities humans have revered throughout the millennia use their magic powers to intervene in your life so that things go your way, then I’m happy for you. That’s not to say I won’t be silently judging you and downgrading my estimation of your overall capacity for rational thought, but I’m all for you believing whatever brings you comfort (unless you’re my doctor…I’m not going to put my own personal biology in the hands of someone who doesn’t accept evolution!).

And, for the sake of full disclosure, I’m a total hypocrite. Despite my heretical beliefs, I do (sporadically) attend a Protestant church. My husband and I mainly, I think, do this out of habit as we were both raised in church-going households (though not especially strict when it came to the rules – Thou shalt not leave dirty dishes in the sink overnight was by far a more important commandment for me growing up, for example, than coveting my neighbor’s wife). I do enjoy the social aspects attending our little church offers, and it helps that our friends and neighbors don’t have to wonder if we’re Satan-worshipping heathens. Community aside, I also like the idea of allowing our kids to be exposed to the church (mostly through Sunday school) so that they have enough of an understanding about Christianity to be able to make their own informed decisions about religion when they are of an age to care about such things.

Okay, so, for those of you who haven’t yet deleted my site from you favorites list and closed your browser in a righteous huff, I’m telling you this because I’m curious about the intersection of religion and erotic stories (if there is one). I’ve been playing around with religion a little in “Open Door Policy,” as many of you have surely noticed. I didn’t really set out to create Vera as a devout Catholic just to pull her down into the cesspit of incestuous sin that most of us love to wallow in. ODP has very much been a writing experiment for me – no planning, no outlining, no character sketches, or any of that. I sit down and write each chapter not really knowing what’s going to happen or where the story might be leading. It’s not my natural style, but it can be very exciting to discover what my characters are going to do as it happens on the page. The idea of Joanne being the corrupting force in her otherwise pious friend’s life has been very arousing and gratifying for me. And, based on some of the feedback, this is an exciting aspect of the story for many of you as well.

I say this all to bring me around to the point that I’m intrigued by the idea of doing more in mixing porn and religiosity. The theme of a staunchly religious person (I always picture this person being a woman) being drawn into a debaucherous sexual situation has endless potential. But, beyond that, most all of our taboos are rooted in religion, and so adding that extra dimension to the taboos of incest, multiple-partners, same sex relations, and so on only amps up the perversion in any given story line that involves the mixing and matching of the two (or three, or four).

For some reason, the thought of doing Christian Erotica has been nagging at me for several months now. In this case I’m not talking about the kind of story where the Christian characters are corrupted or violate the holy tenents of their beliefs, but where they are confronted by a sexual quandary that must be resolved in keeping with biblical teachings in order to maintain their marriage in a wholesome and dutiful manner. I don’t know if I could pull it off, but the challenge of writing a dirty story that truly devout people would read, and (hopefully) masturbate to, really fires up my nether bits. Yes, I suppose the idea of playing the corruptor has a huge appeal for this perv!

I’m also curious about other religions as well. I had someone write and ask if I could do a story about a pair of Mormon sisters going on a mission together and doing some experimenting with each other. The idea really appeals to me, but I don’t yet know enough about Mormonism to convincingly tackle something along these lines. Likewise, I’m always intrigued when I get an e-mail from an admitted Muslim who enjoys my stories. I know the stuff I write MUST be forbidden within Islam, and so I love to find out how they justify reading my smut (and presumably beating off their no-no pole in the process). I don’t know if there’s much to exploit when it comes to Jewish, Hindu, or Buddhist circles, but I’m more than willing to learn!

Anyway, I don’t know where any of this might lead me, if anywhere, but I thought I’d throw it out there and see if any of you have an opinion on all of this. Would you prefer to keep religion out of your porn, or does the idea of a religious person giving in to temptation and discovering the joys of transgressive sex hold a special appeal for you? Is my notion of writing wholesome bible porn a hare-brained concept or a viable consideration? Should I risk death by jihad and write about what really goes on behind the curtains in the Sultan’s harem? (If I remember correctly, I think there was some pretty racy stuff along these lines in the original “1001 Nights.” When the Sultan is away, the harem will play.) Or, do you have any other random thoughts related to socially critical magisteria of religion and porn?

I promise to give you absolution after you confess your dirty, dirty sins to me…

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A Matter of Tone

I received the uniquely interesting comment below a little while back, which prompted what turned out to be an unexpectedly lengthy response from me. When I tried to send it to the commenter’s email, it bounced. It’s rare that I get considered criticism like this about my writing (it’s usually something relatively unconstructive like, “condoms aren’t sexy”), so I decided that it would be worthwhile to publish the exchange as a post. In my responses, I’ve made some assumptions about my readership and would be interested to hear where folks fall on the spectrum between the two extremes laid out here.

Please do me the favor of keeping any comments as polite and respectful as you usually do.

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Love your Open Door Policy! Love how it progresses. Love how your character gives free rein to her emotions and hormones.

I also love how your characters ENJOY their care for each other and their “new” appreciation of their bodies and their shared openness.

However, permit me to comment on the pen name you’ve taken, and the related terminology that creeps into your narration.

I find myself a bit disheartened at the pejorative or negative word choices. “Dirty” (Dirty Minded Mom) and “Nasty” seem to hearken back to the sinful era of erotic writings. The indulging in sexual conduct was itself such a forbidden activity, that the writers had to have an excuse to dare to write. So, they wrote about what were described as variations of violation, sin, perversion, and the like. It was not acceptable (in their minds) to enjoy sexual behavior.

There is an analogous tone in some sexual fantasy that describes the women as “sluts,” “whores,” and “cunts.” It’s as if the writers are trying to excuse their writings by wanting to imply that they are justified in writing what they call “pornography,” because they want to be seen as exposing the evil conduct of their characters. For myself, when I see those pejorative terms in the titles, I skip the story, because those pejorative words don’t harmonize with my strong appreciation of delighted enjoyment of the sexual conduct of happy and joyful characters.

The tone of Open Door Policy is very joyful as far as the characters go. They deeply RELISH what they are lucky enough to do. The re-occurring denigration of their behavior is unsettling to persons like me. It’s like writing about a joyful child, but then repeatedly stressing that the child is disobeying his/her parents, because he/she is playing in the water. The occurrence of the description of the child as somehow inappropriate puts a dampener on what should otherwise be a joyful and happy story about a delightful child.

Similarly, the reoccurring characterization of sexual enjoyment as “nasty” or “dirty” seems to echo the high-school sophomore mentality that seems to be based on bad behavior when thinking of sexual activity.

The activity described by you in Open Door Policy is outside the bounds of most cultures, but it is not an essentially immoral activity. You are describing a joyful and nurturing and enhancing interaction between alive and vibrant and caring characters. I love that and wish it dominated erotic writing, rather than the vein of pejorative attitudes in many writings.

I don’t mean to say that the stories can’t include reality of life situations or that stories have to be rose-colored glasses stories. It’s the tone that has to characterize sexual conduct as foul in some way that I am attempting to describe, and that I regret.

You have built a history using the pen name you use, and that history, reputation, fame, etc. has a reality with momentum. However, if it ever occurs to you to invent an alter-ego author who has a joyful and deeply pleased at being a sexual actor rather than an actor with references to underlying shame at her conduct, do not close out that alter-ego who can build her own gleeful and luscious lustiness.

Let me close with my awe at how skillful you are in the use of language. Your dialogues are natural. You weave in comments in passing that brilliantly describe some aspect of the character or the situation. You write so well that the reader is sitting on your shoulder seeing and hearing everything your characters do. Without having to construct extended descriptions, you succinctly put almost all of your characters’ perceptions into your very smoothly flowing writing.

- L

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Thank you so much for your feedback and your insights regarding erotic stories.

I respect your viewpoints on what a story should be, but I found it amusing that you said the terminology you opposed “creeps” into my narratives – as if it was something not quite within my control. I just want to make sure up front that you understand there is an intentionality behind my terminology and that I’m making very deliberate choices about the words, situations, attitudes, and tones I use in my work. Nothing is “creeping” into my writing – I’m deliberately putting it there.

Please don’t get me wrong – I appreciate your sex-positive perspective and agree that taking such an approach can most definitely result in some beautifully erotic stories. The only problem for me is that’s not the sort of story I’m interested in (at least not right now). At the end of the day, I’m creating jerk off stories. I’m a staid, conservative wife and mother by day, and I want to be a raunchy provocateur by night. I do think of my stuff more as porn than erotica – but this is not because I want to pillory my characters for their transgressive behavior, but rather I do it for the prurient (and, yes, sophomoric) thrill it gives me. I want men and women to be hunched over my stories in the dark masturbating to the taboo scenes I’ve imagined. I want to be their guilty pleasure.

In my real life I have a wonderful, loving, and joyful sexual relationship with my husband. But I also have a somewhat darker sexual relationship with myself. I grew up with a lot of shame, confusion, and fear of sex. It was a grand mystery and I desperately wanted to understand what it was. This atmosphere of repression, I believe, led to my inappropriate fantasies involving my sexually uptight family members. There were a lot of negative feelings about my desires, which ended up being mixed with the sublime pleasures of masturbation and eventually sex. I may be a somewhat broken as a result, but for me these negative emotions that are embedded in my conception of sexuality enhance rather than detract from it.

I’m willing to acknowledge that this may have stunted my emotional development when it comes to sex. Having a more adjusted, positive, and mature apprehension of sexuality would most likely allow me to have a more elevated experience with my partner, but paradoxically that doesn’t appeal to me. I like my dirty secrets and guilt-laced private fantasies. I enjoy the added taint of shame when I masturbate, hiding it from my husband. Even as an adult, the fear of getting caught pleasuring myself only makes it better when I achieve my climax with the added sense that I got away with something. I seems sad, I know, but that’s how I was put together.

With that being me, the stories I was drawn to were never about the joyous consummation of erotic fulfillment – they were about the dirty, nasty, filthy, depraved, and debaucherous aspects of sex. It was only natural, then, that when I started writing, this was the kind of story I gravitated toward. I love using dirty words. I adore having my characters use the most lascivious language I can think of, and display their bodies in the lewdest possible ways. I want to wallow in the degradation and iniquity of it all. But, strangely enough, I also wanted there to be a true sense of love at the core of it all.

What it comes down for me, and a lot of my readers, is that incest fantasies (as well as most of the other stuff I write) have a lot to do with acceptance. Many men write to me and tell me that they love mother/son porn, but are not at all sexually attracted to their own mother. The taboo aspect is part of it, but underneath that is a desire for unconditional love and acceptance. Alone we feel dirty, nasty, filthy and depraved, but idea that we can show that side of ourselves to another person and they embrace it provides a deeply satisfying catharsis for many readers (often without them being consciously aware of it).

I suppose, as you posit, that there are writers out there who resort to using “pejorative” terms like slut and whore (which my characters do a lot of in the most current chapter of Open Door Policy for reasons very close to what you suggest), but I think it’s important to consider that perhaps yours isn’t a one-size-fits-all explanation for using words with that kind of negative connotation. I feel like I use my dirty words not as a denigration of sex, but as a form of celebration. I see it as an expression of the freedom to use what society considers negative, and defiantly own it in a way that heightens pleasure. I love it when my husband gets so excited during sex that he calls me his slut. It tells me that his lust has reached the point where he feels safe to let loose and that he trusts me not to turn his vulnerability in that moment against him.

Another element at play that is important to consider is the basic nature of storytelling. If all characters were sexually well-adjusted people, that would make for boring characters. If all relationships were loving and stable, those would be uninteresting relationships. If all the sex was convivial and un-tainted, there would be a lot of lackluster sex scenes. In a story, it’s the interactions between conflicted, imperfect characters who conduct themselves inappropriately out of a sense of shame, anger, or guilt that generate the most intriguing scenes. From my perspective, as a reader and a writer, story about happy people having happy sex sounds rather dull to me.

I’ll grant that perhaps I’m deluding myself and your hypothesis is entirely correct, but I do feel there are shades of gray (probably more than 50) when it comes to depicting sex as something dirty, and characterizing the people who have unconventional fetishes as perverts. I probably still have some growing up to do when it comes to all of this, but in the meantime I’m going to continue wallowing in my trough of beloved smut.

- R

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In response to Open Door Policy 29:

Hmmmmmm. This was the social tone I worried about before. Sex as nasty and vengeful.

I love the joy you write into your stories. I don’t like the coercion.

Also, Chris was justifiably angry. The degrading characterization of his mother you needlessly wrote into Joanne’s mouth was not sexy; it was demeaning.

The part you then added with Chris using sex as a weapon of revenge was disheartening. Apparently that did not bother other fans of yours. That type of sexual violence seems to arouse some people.

You are one of the best writers. Can you build a line of stories that celebrate sexual living, rather than couch sex in terms of shame?

- L

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It was interesting timing that your first comments came just as I was in the process of writing chapter 29, which included that very aggressive scene between Joanne and Cris. Let me again say that I appreciate your feedback and welcome your point of view on what an erotic story can and should (or should not) be.

I want to start by focusing on your use of the word “needlessly.” When you get right down to it, every element of every story ever written is effectually needless. I didn’t need to have Joanne say those things; Romeo didn’t need to drink the poison; I didn’t need to include Cris as a character; Huckleberry didn’t need to go down the river in a raft; I didn’t need to have the Ramos family move in; Han Solo didn’t need to shoot first; and I didn’t need to have Joanne become sexually involved with her son. These were all choices made to define a specific character or serve a particular story. While I didn’t need to make any of the choices I did, they are all the choices I wanted to make.

I chose to have Joanne say the demeaning things she did because she understands that Cris is very devoted to his mother (as, a reader pointed out to me, men of that culture tend to be). She also has a strong suspicion that he has sexual fantasies about his mother (his attraction to his friend’s mom is her first clue, combined with Vera being a voluptuously sensual woman). Her goal is to push him over the line and into a place where he can move past his guilt and shame about the lust he feels for his mother and take the unthinkable actions she wants him to take. To do this, she decides that she must provoke him in the way that she does. Naturally, Cris reacts with anger and violence, which is a physical manifestation of his inner conflict. Yes, Joanne is being manipulative and coercive, but I find this to be a more interesting course for the narrative of the story and part of the continuing evolution (or, more accurately, devolution) of Joanne’s character. If, instead, I chose to have Joanne cuddle up with Cris and lovingly present the case for him seducing his mother, I believe it would have been less interesting for me and for readers.

(Oh, and by the way, Joanne LOVED the vengeful sex Cris subjected her to. Sometimes we ladies just want to be owned by a man who can give it to us hard and rough.)

It would be a struggle for me to write a story as you suggest. Even if I could force myself to try, I’m afraid I would end up a bit too syrupy, which probably wouldn’t satisfy me or anyone else. I have to write what’s true to my current sensibilities (which, as I mentioned, are filthy, nasty, and perverted). I’m sure there are plenty of people who agree with you and align with your preferences, but down here in the incest fantasy pits I have the sense that the majority of us are in it for the delightful degradation and dirty dissolution of it all (as long as there’s a “happy ending” for all involved).

- R

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I’m a Dirty Bird

I love being vulgar!

One of the biggest thrills of writing porn for me is that it allows me to use the dirtiest words I know in the nastiest ways I can imagine. This is something I definitely don’t get to do in my real life. It’s an incredible outlet for my pent up urges, and no matter how much I do it, it still gets me off.

The reason I bring this up is that a reader recently emailed me and mentioned that my vulgarity was one of the things he appreciated about my writing. I took that as a huge compliment. Sure, it’s easy to use naughty words for mere shock value, but to be able to use them to turn people on and inspire them to cum is what drives me whenever I drop my panties and sit down in front of the keyboard.

The flip side of this is that I often get “accused” of being a man because “I don’t write like a woman.” This really pisses me off. Not because someone doubts that I’m a woman, but that they assume a woman can only write in a “womanly” style. Fuck that noise!

I was reading an “erotic” romance the other day and couldn’t get past the first couple chapters. “His fingers gently glided along my cleft to my womanly center.” I might have bought into this flowery crapola ten years ago, but now it just turns my stomach. “His fingers slid over my stiff clit, down between my swollen pussy lips, and plunged into my eager fuck hole.” Now that’s more like it! That’s something I can rub my cunt to!

When it comes to porn, I believe you have to write what turns you on in order to turn anyone else on. Nothing is better than when I lose myself in my writing and time flies by without me being aware of it. It’s magical. That being said, I’m also very aware that I’m writing for others. I suspect at least 90% of my readers are men, and I also take this into consideration. If I knew I was writing primarily for a female audience, I would most like take a slightly different approach. I certainly want to get men and women off alike, but I tend to shade my choices toward what I think would please that guy hunched over his computer with one hand on the mouse and his other hand gripping his throbbing cock.

So, for someone to assume that a woman can’t make these kinds of considered choices when she writes, and that only a man can write in a deliberately vulgar style, is just flat out ignorant. I know I shouldn’t pay attention to these clueless goofballs, but it still bothers me because it means that there are people out there who continue to discount a woman’s intellectual capacity despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

I may be a plain-Jane mom and unambitious housewife, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be just as crude and vulgar as the next guy!

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Giving Back

As most of you know by now, I really get off on people getting off on my stories. I love hearing from guys who tell me then jerked off to something I wrote and came all over themselves. And it’s a truly special treat when I learn from a female reader that my writing inspired her to finger herself to orgasm. It may sound silly, but I honestly do feel honored and humbled to know that people react to my work in this very intimate way. I know that’s what porn is supposed to do, but with the universe of erotic material out there it amazes me that regular people just like me chose my stuff to cum to.

That being said, I consider it an extra special compliment when I hear that I’ve inspired some form of sexual escapade between a couple. I have nothing but the highest regard for masturbation, obviously, but it’s a thrill to know that a couple has fucked as the result of reading one of my filthy fantasies. It blows my mind when I’m told about how a couple reads my stories together, then fuck (sometimes even reenacting a scene from the story), but I also like it when a reader gets so turned on that they just have to take it out on their partner. I have a feeling there are a lot of satisfied wives out there who have no idea that the cock they got the other night was hard because of me! You’re welcome, ladies! LOL

The other day I received a message that described in tantalizing detail just such a romantic encounter. Reading about his experience got me so horny that I wrote him back and asked him if I could share his account with everyone. I realized that one of the things that turned me on about his letter was that it was a lot like the amateur videos that I get off to. This is about real people having real sex for no other purpose than their own carnal gratification. And, best of all, I get an explicit peek into someone’s bedroom – a rare privilege I would otherwise never be able to enjoy.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. Below is the message I received from S., and I hope you find it as arousing as I did.

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So there I was, casually browsing Lush for something interesting, when the description under the title “Coming out to Play 2″ pricked my interest. Then, without a by your leave, your dirty little mind took me on a fantastically erotic journey following Kelsey’s exhibitionist awakening and her developing, sweet, masturbatory relationship with Derek. I loved it all. The scenario, the descriptions, the words, the development, the romance, the innocence mixed with explicit sex. Your descriptions of their liaisons are so well written, and, of course exquisitely dirty. Lovely. As you might imagine it had me hard and horny as hell.

I’d been browsing Lush on my phone on the floor beside my bed because I couldn’t sleep and my wife was sound asleep after her shift. She had showered, and we’d had a sleepy cuddle and fondle, which was nice, but she was tired and I wasn’t ready for sleep. After reading about Kelsey, which had me grinding my stiff cock into the mattress, I read your Lush profile and found my way to your blog. A quick scroll through the “Polish Wife” article and “Open Door Policy Ch 24″ had me wanting to bury my face in my wife’s cunt hoping she’d wake up so we could fuck! I didn’t do that, but I did reach over and gently stroke her nipples and slide my hand down to her pussy in the selfish hope she may stir. But she was out for the count. I nearly succumbed to playing with myself, but decided against it, wanting to keep my cum for morning. I don’t know when my cock subsided. I know it was still hard and throbbing as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke early and had a quick shower, made myself a tea, and returned to bed. Wifey was still asleep so I revisited your blog on my iPad. A slower read through “Open Door Policy Ch 24″ had me rampant and alternating between stroking my cock and grinding on it under me. I’m surprised she didn’t wake with all the movement. Perhaps she’s used to it. It’s not uncommon for me to surf porn as she sleeps. What a great chapter that is. One of my favourite scenarios well written and dirty as fuck. A young girl with an older woman. Uninhibited language…Mmmmm. “I want your cunt,” I breathed into her ear. “Sit on my face.” Lovely, lovely, lovely. And, of course, written in the first person. That always gets me going so much more than the detachment of observatory stories written in the third person. And, the developing tension between you and Vera, the voyeurism, the interplay, the teasing, the mutual unspoken desire, and then the cliffhanger! I can’t wait to read the next installment.

Although i wanted desperately to grab my cock and stroke the cum out of it, I resisted and had a browse over chapter 23, as I wanted to know what had led to chapter 24. I also watched “The Whore”. Mostly “wow!” As I browsed around your other pages, my wife stirred and reached out. I obliged by positioning myself so my cock “fell” into her hand. I’d been leaking pre-cum, and she rubbed it over the head with her thumb.

Now…I can’t write at all well, so I won’t try to describe our heated sex session in anything like the way you’re able to bring your scenes to life in your stories, so I’ll simply try to describe some of the things we enjoyed after your pages had made me so goddamn horny!

I took some inspiration from your pages. For example, I told her I wanted to eat her cunt, and she of course thought this was an excellent idea! And, I also rolled her on top so she could brush her nipples over my lips as “The Whore” had done against her sheets. Of course we played our own games, such as me taking pictures on my phone of my thumb in her pussy, which, as soon as the camera “click” sounded, had her cumming. I watched her cunt pulsing inches from my face, my thumb still in her feeling the contractions. She does love the “naughtiness” of me taking pictures, which we never share with anyone, and don’t often even look at ourselves. It’s more the act of having the picture taken which she finds so exciting, and which, like this time, can tip her over the edge, especially if I’ve got her close to cumming with some yummy pussy eating first.

To “rest” her sensitive clit for a while, she gave my cock some desperately needed attention, sucking me slowly, as she loves to do, savouring every inch. Occasionally she squeezed it between her finger and thumb, pressing along the length from bottom to top to make a glob of pre-cum appear. She loves this, normally wiping my pre-cum off with her finger to rub onto her tongue so we can kiss and taste it together. This time, however, she simply licked it off with the tip of her tongues and selfishly didn’t share! She also asked me to fuck her mouth, which is a common request of hers.

She lay on her back, head hanging over the edge of the bed, and I stood beside the bed and slid my cock in her mouth. She reached her hands around my arse, and gently, but firmly, pulled me to her, forcing my cock in her mouth. She then lets me pull out before the pressure on my arse tells me to slide into her again – she’s in control! There are other times she wants me to fuck her mouth as if I’m fucking her cunt. She doesn’t like to gag, or take it in her throat, but takes it as far as she can.

Anyway, as she fucked my cock with her mouth, I leaned forward and encouraged her legs open with my hands and slid my tongue as deep in her cunt as I could. With my hands under her arse, I could really get deep into her, pulling her up to me as I stretched my tongue into her. This is one of our favourite things to do and often we cum like this. But not this time. I savoured her pussy for a while, but as I’m giving the very tip of her clit some very light attention with the very tip of my tongue, she pushed my cock out of her mouth and pushed me away from her. She turned over, pushed a pillow under her, one leg straight out the other bent, and presented me with her inviting arse and cunt…well, who needs to be invited twice!

I carried on my oral ministrations. I love licking her like that, occasionally flicking over her arsehole, but mostly concentrating on her pussy and clit. I shifted positions between having my nose in her arse and licking from arse to clit and tongue fucking her. Of course, it ended up with her getting on her knees and wordlessly asking to be fucked. I, of course, obliged!

It ended with her rubbing her clit to another orgasm as I came over her arse and lower back. I love watching my cum hit her back. Afterward, she said something she’s never said before. Nothing amazing, just new. She said she’d never felt my cum to be as warm as it was. Strange, and I’m sure just an illusion!

And so, thanks to your blog, I got very horny. And, thanks, in part to your blog, my wife and I had some very satisfying morning fun.

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Thanks so much for sharing this with me, S.! Like your wife, I adore the feeling of warm cum spraying across my lower back after my husband has given me a thorough doggy style pounding. I can just picture the pearly cream jetting out of your hard cock as it glistens with your wife’s slick cunt juices while your impassioned cockhead swells with each manful spurt.

I get a lot of email each day and it can sometimes be a little overwhelming. Even so, I have to admit that it’s still as much a boost for me to hear from readers now as it was when I first started. Granted, it can be a lot of work at times, but I would be a liar if I said I didn’t get back more than I give. Without the feedback from you all, this would be a hollow pursuit. I do take pleasure from the writing process itself, but without you it would feel more like masturbating all the time without ever cumming. The stroking feels good, but it needs to lead to something. And that something is a wonderful orgasm. And – in case I wasn’t clear – in this analogy, my act of writing is me stroking myself and all of you are my big wet sloppy orgasm!

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My Daughter’s Dildo 8

Yes, at long last, the final chapter of My Daughter’s Dildo is finished!

Sorry for the long delay. I was trying to get it finished before I went on my summer hiatus, but we obviously know how that worked out. Hopefully the ending provides a satisfying conclusion to this story for you despite the wait. I had a lot of fun writing it and drawing on the secret desires and fantasies I had about my own father.

Inspired by a comment I received from a horny reader, I decided to keep count of the number of times I made myself cum during the writing of this chapter. My official count is 21 orgasms as a direct result of working on the story. In other words, I’d sit down and start writing, get horny, then give in at some point, drop my panties and finger myself to climax. This should give you a clue as to why it sometimes takes me so long to finish a story! And, by the way, those 21 orgasms don’t include the ones I gave myself away from the keyboard. There were many times where I’d think about a scene or these characters while I was lying in bed or driving my car and end up touching myself. I didn’t keep track of these self-molestations, but there were quite a few along the way.

So, what’s next? I’m going to be swamped for the rest of this week, then I’ll be travelling over the weekend, so I won’t be posting anything more or answering emails until next week sometime. I have a story currently “in the can” that I was going to post at Lush, but it got rejected because it was “too long.” Apparently, they are now enforcing a 10,000 word limit and my story is ~12,000 words. Funny thing is that the third chapter of School Nurse is posted there and it’s over 12k words as well. Nothing like being consistent! I’m still debating whether I should attempt to cut the story down to size to fit their limits, or just forget about them all together. Either way, I’m going to try to post the story in full here at the blog as soon as I get a chance next week.

After that, I’m thinking about attempting a mother/daughter story. I’ve had a lot of requests for this, and I think I’ve got an interesting idea for how I’d like to approach it. I haven’t read a lot of mother/daughter stories (other than JetBoy’s, of course), so this will be mostly new territory for me.

I also had a funky thought a few months back that I’d like to run past everyone. I get a lot of requests for “custom” stories, which I regretfully have to decline. I have pages of my own nasty story ideas that I’m eager to work on, but don’t have nearly enough time to get to. But, I was thinking that it might be fun to run a kind of “contest” where folks would submit their own storylines and I would write the winning selection. I’m not sure exactly how all the logistics would work yet, but before I invested any work into it I wanted so see if this is something anyone would be interested in, or should I just focus my attention on my own twisted ideas?

Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, I posted chapter 7 of New Rules by Boxfan, as well! Thanks for being so patient with me, and enjoy!

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