With Pleasure

First off I have to thank everyone for the caring sentiments and the much-appreciated support for my recent trials.  I know everyone has something that they’re dealing with in their life so it’s very touching to feel the love and understanding from all my horny friends out there!

Next, I’d like to draw your attention to the Other Stories section where I’ve posted an offering from a fellow Lush refugee.  The story is titled “The Big Favor” and follows the sexy outcum of a mother and daughter asking an old friend for help with a touchy problem.  The author goes by the Lush screen name ThePleasurePrinciple and he has many other erotic stories posted at Lush that are worth checking out.  I’m so happy that I’m able to add his “banned” story to my modest little blog, and grateful that he reached out to me and wanted to be a part of this kinky project of mine.  If you enjoy his nasty vision as much as I do be sure to leave him a comment – hearing from aroused readers is the best reward a writer of this kind of naughtiness can receive.

Finally, I’ve managed to sneak in a few brief writing sessions over the past days (one at 2 am after waking up and not being able to get back to sleep).  I can’t say that I got much accomplished, but I did manage to chip away at part 4 of “My Daughter’s Dildo” – so that’s something at least.  Part of the problem is that I re-read the series from the beginning and ended up making myself cum twice in the process.  It’s a little embarrassing that I’m so self-indulgent that I can get off to my own writing, but I guess I’m just weird like that.  Regardless of how screwed up I am, at least it felt good!  That’s a pleasure principle I can live with…

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Real Life Blues

I don’t know if anyone is still visiting my little blog here, but for those who are I wanted to post a quick note to explain my absence over the past many weeks. Unfortunately I’ve been contending with a serious medical issue that suddenly developed with a member of my family. This unexpected event has been dominating all my time and energy recently. Thankfully, the worst has passed, but there will be a great many demands on my time for the foreseeable future. I’m sorry that I didn’t let everyone know sooner about why I ‘disappeared,’ but this dirty little hobby of mine basically fell off my radar as soon as all the turmoil started.

To be honest, I was just going to let everything here go to the weeds. I was emotionally drained, and, in light of the sobering realities our family was facing, I felt somewhat guilty about shamefully indulging in nasty incest fantasies for my own prurient pleasure. I decided that this was entirely inappropriate, especially for a responsible married woman with children. The traumatic medical developments only made it more clear that I shouldn’t be wasting my energies writing pornographic stories and masturbating constantly. My intention was to simply be done with it. But…

The past several mornings I’ve found myself waking up horny…extremely horny. I tried to ignore it, but that obviously didn’t make it go away. The bothersome thing is that what’s making me especially horny is that I’ve been waking up with nascent story ideas floating around in my head. The other day it was a mother helping her self-conscious teenaged son measure his penis. This morning it was parents catching their daughter spying on their lovemaking and then inviting her to openly watch them as they fucked. This one affected me more than any of the others and I found myself sneaking into the bathroom before everyone else was awake and getting myself off with a desperate intensity that surprised me.

I started just rubbing myself through my panties, but knew that wasn’t going to be enough. I quickly got naked, intending to just get it over with and start my day. I had masturbated a few times over the past weeks, but it was more of a utilitarian stress-relief than anything truly pleasurable. This morning when my fingers slipped between my lips I discovered that I was insanely wet. I was annoyed with myself for getting like this with all that was going on, but there was nothing I could do about it. And, truth be told, my pussy felt fucking amazing!

I stood there in the bathroom for a long time just running my fingers up and down my soaking wet pussy lips. The lights were off with a hint of pre-dawn sun peeking in around the window shade. I lightly caressed my clit and teased my juicy hole. I became lost in the silky joys of my own body. My mind went back to my dream-like story fantasy. I pictured the girl being discovered by her lovemaking parents. They invite her into their bedroom and reassure her that they’re not upset with her. They encourage her to undress and watch them. She shyly strips out of her pajamas and her parents become further aroused by the site of their naked daughter. The girl watches her mother mount her father. She is fascinated by her dad’s huge, glistening penis. The daughter can’t resist masturbating herself as she watches her mother’s hairy pussy slide up and down her father’s thick tool.

By that point I was down on my knees pounding away at myself like a hopelessly depraved pervert. I tried to keep it quiet, but I almost couldn’t control myself. I was pumping the two middle fingers of my right hand in and out of my cunt hole like there was no tomorrow. The heel of my hand was banging against my stiff clit sending jolts of pure pleasure straight through me with each hammering thrust. I was pinching, pulling and twisting my nipples with my other hand while I beat off as fast as I could manage. I knew it was despicable to be behaving this way, especially while fantasizing about a girl licking her mom’s pussy juices off her father’s balls, but there was no stopping myself.

My orgasm doubled me over and took all the breath out of me. I knelt there hunched over with my fingers buried in my cunt and one nipple clamped between my thumb and forefinger for at least a full minute as I rode out every wave of the most intense climax I’d had in months. As soon as I’d milked every last tingle from that orgasm, I began diddling my hard clit and within twenty seconds I was cumming again. Fuck, that felt so damned good.

When my head finally began to clear, I stood up, rinsed my fingers off, used a damp washcloth to clean the wetness from the insides of my thighs, and put my robe on. I brushed my teeth, tried to ignore the dark circles under my eyes as I stared into the mirror, and sat down on the toilet to pee. Even this felt more pleasurable than usual. I looked down and could see that my pussy lips were still swollen and very tip of my clitty was just barely poking out. I gave it a friendly tweak, and before I knew it I was masturbating again. I came again right there on the toilet and was forced to admit that there was something going on with me.

I don’t know what to do about it, but it seems quite clear that this incest porn thing has worked itself deep into my psyche. Maybe it was always there and the writing has only brought it more to the surface. Whatever the case, it appears that no matter what my life situation is, I’m going to be thinking about this stuff and pleasuring myself to it one way or another. My big problem now is that I simply don’t have any time to resume writing and blogging the way I was (it has taken me 4 days just to write this post!). I dearly want to get back to all my nasty fun, but there’s no practicable way at this time. On top of everything else that’s going on, my older daughter is out of school for the summer, leaving me less than no free time.

Anyway, I still don’t know what (if anything) I can do, but I’m definitely thinking about it. I miss the thrill of my dirty writing and the naughty release of making myself cum after writing a hot scene. And I especially miss hearing from you guys. It was a unique pleasure to know that other people were getting off to my filthy fantasies. I’m hoping that with time things will calm down and get into a manageable routine. In the meantime, I will maybe try to find a way to snatch a few minutes here and there to do a little something when I’m able. I can’t make any promises, but we’ll see what happens.

Hugz and inappropriate touches on your no-no place,
Rachael

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