Twisted Sisters

I sometimes wonder how different I would be if I’d had a big sister instead of a brother. Was it merely my curiosity about cock that that channeled my lusts in an incestuous direction? Or would I have had the same kind of sexual desires for an older sister? I imagine that I would have been a lot less clueless about sex as I would probably have learned a thing or two from her. I can picture us cuddled up in bed at night, me asking questions, her sharing erotic secrets learned from experience. Maybe we would get so aroused by our whispered conversations about dicks, and pussies, and cum that hands would begin to roam, and pajamas would be shed. Maybe she’d offer to teach me how to kiss, show me the best way to give myself an orgasm, and let me discover what it feels like to lick a pussy. I definitely think I would’ve liked having a big sister!

To encourage my incestuous lesbian musing, JetBoy has a new masturpiece for us titled Sister Lickin’ Good. This lurid tale features a big sister who finds a firm but loving way to deal with her bratty little sister. I’m once again in JetBoy’s debt, not only for providing top notch content for my humble little blog, but also for giving me a couple of nice orgasms with his sensual visions of girl-on-girl debauchery. And, for fans of Jay and Ford, I have more stories from their depraved minds waiting in the wings that I hope to have ready to post over the next couple weeks.

I also want to send a big shout out to everyone who visits my blog, and especially to those who leave comments. The one thing I don’t like about the admin software is that it doesn’t allow for nested comments, which means it’s very clunky to respond to someone else’s comments directly – which really annoys me. I just want everyone to know that even if I don’t always respond, I do read the comments each day and get a thrill out of every one. I love the idea that we have an intimate little community of like-minded pervs here and when you take the time to participate via the comments it makes me feel that much more connected to you. Big Hugz!

Cock Talk

I love cock! Probably not a big surprise coming from me, but I thought it might be fun to write a little bit about my penis “fetish.” I never thought much about boys and their toys until I hit puberty. Around twelve years old I suddenly became very curious about what was going on in their underpants. I didn’t have much to go on except for the medical texts and art books at the public library (which I sought out specifically for the purpose of seeing penises). I wasn’t very impressed with the depictions I found, to say the least, but I was still intrigued. I was happily shocked when I groped my first boyfriend through is pants and discovered first hand that the penis not only got hard, but also got bigger!

My next shock came when I got my first look at a hard penis (again, my first bf’s). In my mind cocks were very smooth and very straight. I was initially put off by the veiny contours, the color variations, and the slight curve. I was scared to put it in my mouth, but once I had a few sucks under my belt, as it were, I was a devout cock worshipper. My favorite petting sessions with him were those days when we could sneak out to the woods behind our school for an hour and I could study his cock in the light of day. I was fascinated with his appendage and would spend as much time as he’d allow me staring, touching, and experimenting with it. (I also enjoyed spreading my legs and letting him examine my pussy in much the same way.)

My favorite cock, of course, is my husband’s. I measured it when we were in college (he claimed he never had, but I didn’t believe him), and by my reckoning it’s right around 7½ inches. Not quite the minimum 8 inches that every man on the internet apparently has, but it’s more than enough to keep me happy and then some! I like seeing a nice big cock when I’m looking at porn, but I’m no size queen. I think every penis has its own merits, and I can appreciate all shapes and sizes. I’ve only actually seen 5 cocks in the flesh: two were smaller than hubby, one about the same, and one was larger. The large one belonged to a fellow I dated briefly when I was a freshman in college. It was a wonder to behold, I’ll confess, but I usually ended up with a sore jaw and/or a bruised cervix after doing battle with that monster. My husband’s cock is about the perfect size for me – able to fill me up, but not damage my goodies. Although, if he were smaller, I might be more willing to let him slip it in the backdoor now and again (and again).

Even after all these years, I still adore cocks. They are amazing creatures with unique personalities that continue to fascinate me. I sometimes find myself inspecting my husband’s cock in the same way that I did all those years ago as a naïve teen hiding in the woods after school. With apologies to Freud, I will admit that I have a streak of penis envy.

As much as I love my cunt, I’m often jealous of the male ability to project his sexuality out into the world. When a man is excited, there’s no question about it. His cock juts out powerfully like a weapon. I’d love to be able to grab onto my sex and feel its steely strength as it pulses in my hand. Being able to wield an external embodiment of your arousal, and penetrate the object of your desire, must be an intense sensation. And, as if that weren’t enough, I’m also very jealous of the male quality of there being a distinctly physical manifestation of his orgasm.

Not only do men have this beautiful tool thrusting out before them, they also get to project themselves beyond the tips of their cocks by ejaculating their potency even farther. I can’t think of anything sexier that seeing sperm-filled semen shooting or spilling from a hard cock. I especially like it when a man cums on a woman – it’s as if he’s marking his territory. There’s something very primal in that act that makes my base animal parts quiver every time. I definitely wouldn’t want to give up my pussy, but if I could sport my own cock for a couple days each month I would be one happy lady (or hermaphrodite, as the case may be).

So, yeah, I love cock. One of these days I’ll have to tell you how I feel about balls (spoiler alert: I love them, too!)