Story Sites

This is usually how I proofread my stories

I went ahead and created an account at StoriesOnline.net the other day.  I decided to start off by posting Secrets Between SistersJust for the heck of it, I did a quick proofread pass on chapter one before submitting it.  Holy crap!  I found about a dozen typos and errors!  I thought I had a pretty clean version (grammar-wise), but this was embarrassing.  I guess proofreading with one hand in my panties and the other in my bra isn’t such an effective technique after all.  If you ever spot a typo or glitch in one of my stories, feel free to point it out to me – I apparently need all the help I can get.  Sheesh.

Anyway, back to StoriesOnline.  I’ve only been a member there for two days, and only have the first two chapters posted, but I haven’t found anything about the site that really blows my skirt up.  It all feels a bit stiff – and not in the good way.  Maybe I’ll warm up to it given some time.

Lush finally caught me promoting my incestuous blog on my profile and gave me a stern warning to remove all links to such objectionable material.  You’d think an “adult” site that doesn’t have an issue with depictions of minors having sex would be a bit less uptight about such things.  Ah well, no biggie.

I had most of the weekend without my hubby or girls around, so I was able to finish my school nurse story, and get started on a mother/son story that I’m going to submit to Literotica.  I wanted to make it a hot little quickie, but it’s beginning to look like I’m not able to write tight, compact stories.  Once my dirty mind gets going all these details start playing in my head and I want to get them all in the scene.  Guess I’ll just have to keep practicing!

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Dildo Delights

I haven’t forgotten that I owe you all an account of my experiences with my new dildo that I got just before my life took a sharp left turn.  I have taken the opportunity to play with it several times in the past week or so, but I only have a few minutes this morning so I’ll have to fill you in on the details later – I promise!

In the meantime, Chapter 4 of My Daughter’s Dildo is finally ready (I think).  I know it has been a long time cumming, but don’t get your hopes up too high.  Half of it was written in smaller bits, and I can’t really tell how well it flows together at this point.  One way or the other, it’ll have to do for now, my horny friends!  Hopefully you’ll find something in there you’ll like.

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Are You Lookin’ at Me?

As you may know by now, I’m an avid fan of masturbation in all its myriad forms.  I obviously adore doing it, watching it, hearing it, and I suppose even smelling it.  One fantasy I often indulge in is to imagine someone watching me while I play with myself.  I have diddled myself in front of a past boyfriend and my husband, but (as far as I know) no one else has ever seen me do it.  My fantasies have two flavors.  One involves being watched by a stranger (usually male, but occasionally female).  I often picture myself in a somewhat public place like a hotel balcony, an airplane, or the library.  I get the urge to pleasure myself and sneakily begin molesting my muffin.  Partway into it I notice I’ve been caught.  The stranger gives me a friendly smile.  I’m massively embarrassed, but also incredibly turned on.  I decide to finish.  The closer I get to orgasm, the bolder I become.  By the time I’m ready to climax my legs are spread wide open and my pussy is completely exposed to my voyeur.  Oh, and he’s usually rubbing his cock, or she’s fingering her pussy, as they watch me.  I cum with my peeping partner, and we happily go our separate ways.  The other way I enjoy this bit of private perversion, is to imagine someone I know standing there in my bedroom (or wherever I happen to be tickling my fancy that day) watching me go at it.  They usually start off shocked or disgusted by my vulgar display of wanton self-pollution.  I often talk to them, saying basic dirty things like: “Look at that wet pussy,” “You like my dirty cunt?” or “Watch me cum!”  I usually say these things in my head, but if I have the house to myself I will sometimes actually say them out loud.  My imaginary spectator eventually becomes so turned on by my filthy antics that they’re also beating off before long and they end up cumming right along with me.  Fun times!

What makes me bring this up is Eagermom’s new story Games.  The first part features a lovely scene where the lead character masturbates with her curtains open so the neighbors can watch her if they are so inclined (and they usually are).  I would so love to have a situation like this and be brave enough to actually go through with it.  None of my neighbors can see into my windows from their houses, although they might be able to get a glimpse of me if I was jilling off on my roof.  Okay, where was I?  Oh, yes…Games!  Games is a continuation of Diane’s (Chad’s horny mom’s) sexual adventures.  This time, things get very personal during a digital game of Truth-or-Dare with horny Lisa and her even hornier parents.  I’m so glad that Eagermom is feeling the love from our little community here, and has given us more of her special brand of smut to merrily jiggle our genitals to!

Leave a comment and tell us if you’ve ever had the opportunity to spy on a neighbor getting intimate with themselves, or if you’ve been the object of someone else’s surreptitious gaze while pleasuring yourself.

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Trail Minx

I went hiking yesterday in the 90-degree heat and 80% humidity.  It was a lovely outing, but instead of thinking about the wonders of nature all around me I spent most of the hike thinking about sex.  Mainly I was imagining scenes for “My Daughter’s Dildo,” playing them out in my head and making myself horny.  Not only was I drenched in sweat from the exercise, but I was drenching my panties with other bodily fluids!  One of the odd things that popped into my head was yet another “advantage” to being a woman.  I passed several lone gentlemen on the path and for some reason I realized that I could have casually asked any one of them if they’d like to see my tits.  This would either be answered “Yes, please” or “No, thanks.”  I’d either whip my titties out for his viewing pleasure, or I wouldn’t, then we’d both happily go on our way.  On the other hand, if a man was making a similar proposal and asking lone women on the trail if they’d like to see his cock, he’d mostly be met with disgust and possibly be on the receiving end of criminal charges by the time he returned to the trailhead.  This sort of unfair double standard bothers me, so I’ve decided that if one of my fellow hikers ever makes the kindly offer to show me his cock, I will eagerly take him up on it, and perhaps even go so far as to flash him my sweaty puss in return.  Or, maybe I need to stop hiking in the extreme heat!

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Life Imitating Art

So, I’ve been working on the latest installment of my story in small bits over the past few days. After having been away from it for so many weeks it seems that it only takes writing a few sentences to spike my horny-meter. I can barely manage to bang out a few complete paragraphs before I give in and pleasure myself. Definitely gratifying, but not terribly productive. Anyway, the scene I’m working on now involves a handjob, and with that on my mind I decided to do some practical research. Hubby was watching World Cup highlights last night after the girls were tucked into bed. I snuggled up next to him, unzipped his shorts, and pulled his limp dick out. He didn’t seem to mind this at all. I had him hard in no time. The erect cock is such an endlessly fascinating creature! I love the way it looks and feels and smells. I can’t get enough of it. I stroked, played, teased, caressed, and tickled. Finally I couldn’t hold back any longer. I got a firm grip and began beating him off with a singular purpose. Unless you’ve done it, it’s difficult to explain what a rewarding sensation it is to make a man cum. I’m sure the guys feel a sense of this when they make their ladies orgasm, but for us we get physical confirmation that we’ve achieved our goal. That fountain of semen jetting out of your cock is irrefutable proof that we accomplished our mission. You boys have to take it on faith that you actually managed to get us off. But now I’m thinking that I might need to do some further research tonight – assuming my test subject is amenable. If not, I may have to solicit volunteers for the sake of my art.

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P.S. I posted the second part of The Big Favor.  Feel free to give yourself a nice handjob as you read it.  I know I did!

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