Porn Writing One Oh-Oh-OH! One

I hear from a lot of people who want to write dirty stories but don’t think that they can. This is just plain silly. Anyone can write erotic stories – ANYONE! It’s been said that if you can talk, you can write. That’s never been more true than when it comes to writing hot porno stories.

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a How-To manual for would be horny writers for a while now, but it’s something that could end up being a big project and so I’ve put it off. Well, it finally hit me that I don’t have to sit down and do it all in one shot. I remembered that I have this blog thingie and I can simply write it as a series of posts. Duh.

I don’t want to get too technical or fancy about it, but my plan is to offer a collection of quick tips and tricks to help people understand some of the fundamentals of writing in general and the elements you need to consider when you’re writing about naked people doing filthy things with their genitals.

There’s no set plan for this endeavor, so who knows how it will play out. I’m just going to jump in and see where it takes us. I’ve gotten a great deal of pleasure from writing, and, if I can help other people get the same thrill out of it that I have, I’ll be very happy.

Here goes…

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SLIPPERY TIP #1: Write about what turns you on.

When you’re starting out this is critical. Attempting to write a story based on what’s popular, or what you think will turn other people on, is a recipe for disaster. I was obsessed with studying writing when I was in college, and for years after. I read every book about writing that I could get my hands on. I was full of theory, but when I sat down to write, I worried too much about what my readers wanted and ended up not having anything worthwhile to say. It wasn’t until I started writing porn for my own pleasure that I was able to become completely immersed in the process and finish a story that I was willing to share with the world. The only reason I was able to get there is because I was writing about something that I cared about and that turned me on (and I mean really turned me on!).

If it makes you horny, it will make other people horny. That I can guarantee. If you force yourself to write about something that you’re not into, it will show – especially when you’re just starting out. If your goal is to get people hard and/or wet with your words, don’t waste time chasing after what you think people want. You know your own kinks better than anyone, so write about those. Do what you love, and the orgasms will naturally follow. (I think that’s how the saying goes, right?)

A question I get from wannabe authors is: What should I write about? You already have the answer. Think about what story categories you’re drawn to, or what porn videos do you most often turn to. If you find yourself standing naked out in the middle of a field, what are you going to fantasize about while you masturbates (because if you’re out in a field by yourself naked, you’re obviously going to masturbate!). Once you figure out what turns you on the most, you’re ready to take the next step.

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Special Feelings

It all started innocently enough when my son invited me to the park for a Mother’s Day picnic. He was a good boy despite the trouble he’d been getting into lately, but this wasn’t the kind of thing he usually did so it was a nice surprise. We ate the lunch that he made, and he was acting a little strange – nervous and tongue tied, like he was on a first date or something. He kept saying there was something he wanted to tell me, then putting it off. He then set up his phone so he could take a picture of us together, which I thought was sweet of him.

As we were both saying cheese and waiting for the flash to go off, I felt his hand slip up my shirt and grab my boob out of nowhere. I was so shocked that instead of getting mad at him, all I could do was laugh. Then the flash went off! He gave my tit a few squeezes before quickly pulling his hand away. He began apologizing immediately, but the huge smile on his face made it clear he wasn’t sorry at all. I wanted to be upset with him, but the truth was it felt pretty good. No one had touched me like that in years. I was pretty sure he could see how hard my nipples were as he continued to apologize.

We sat down and he admitted that he’d been thinking about me a lot lately, and not in a nice way. I didn’t want to encourage him, but I liked knowing that I was still able to turn a guy on – even if it was my own son. I didn’t think the park was the right place to discuss things further, and I needed time to sort things out in my head. He was pretty quiet on the ride home, but that silly grin of his never went away. It was a crazy thing to do, especially in public, but grabbing my boob like that was probably the highlight of his sexual experiences so far.

By the time we got home, I was no closer to knowing what to say or how to deal with what he’d done. I couldn’t just let him get away with something like that, but as much as I hated to admit it, my panties were just about soaked through. I had always tried to be a good mother, but getting so aroused by something so wrong made me a horrible person. Before I could decide what I wanted to do, my son took me by the shoulders and kissed me. This wasn’t a cute peck on the cheek, but a full kiss on the lips. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight. I gave up fighting when I felt his tongue pushing between my lips. I opened up to my son and took him in my arms.

His hands slid down to my ass. My head told me it was wrong, but my body said otherwise. He pulled me against him and I could feel his hardness. That’s when something just kind of snapped inside me. I needed his cock like I never needed anything in my life. I undid his pants, dropped to my knees, and began sucking him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. I went crazy on my boy and before I knew it he was pumping spurt after spurt of sperm into my mouth. I was never much of a swallower, but I greedily gulped down everything he had to offer. I kissed and licked his pulsing erection for a long time after that, trying to avoid facing up to what I’d just done.

Eventually, he helped me up, took my hand and led me toward my bedroom. I couldn’t let this go any further. I was the adult, I had to put a stop to it before it was too late. This is what I was thinking as he lay me down on my bed and began undressing me. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be between a mother and son. Once he had me naked, he parted my legs. His eyes were fixated on my naked pussy. I was sure he could see how stiff my clit was, and how wet my hole was for him. I had to say something to make him understand that this couldn’t happen.

I was still trying to get the right words out when his hard cock slipped inside of me. I put my hands on him with the intention of pushing him away, but instead I drew him to me and clasped him against my bare breasts. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he whispered in my ear and proceeded to give me the best fuck of my life.

We’ve been lovers ever since that Sunday in May. I keep thinking he’s going to get tired of his old mom and find a cute girl his own age, but every time we fuck he only seems to want me even more. Which is fine by me. I gave up thinking what we were doing was wrong a long while ago. As his mother, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give him. And he says he feels like he was born to fuck me. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than that. And it all began with my son taking a chance and groping my tit at the park.

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Would You Say I Have a Plethora of Pussies?

I was organizing my cloud the other day and went through my images folder. Whenever I come across a picture while I’m tooling around on the web that grabs my attention, I snag it and throw it in my images folder with the intention of using it on my blog, matching it up with a story, or putting a caption on it. As I reviewed the pictures I’d collected, I found that I had a lot of close up shots of pussies similar to the one you see to the left. I hadn’t realized I’d accumulated so many!

Just to reiterate, I’ve never had a lesbian encounter – haven’t even come close. The nearest I’ve been was having sex in the back of a limo on prom night with my boyfriend while my best friend did the same with her date in the opposite corner. There was some eye contact between me and my friend while it was happening, but absolutely no chance of anything physical between us. Like most (maybe all?) women, I’ve always found myself attracted to other females. This attraction, however, was never consciously sexual.

I did have those few years as a teen of masturbating to my father’s hidden stash of porn magazines. There weren’t any men in those photo spreads, so I was getting myself off solely to images of naked women. Back then, it was more about seeing another person naked than it was about looking at women. It also had as much to do with envisioning my father stroking his cock while he looked at the same pictures I was. It somehow connected us across the time-space masturbation continuum.

It wasn’t until I started getting into online porn that my attraction to naked ladies moved toward the lust end of the spectrum. Originally I sought out porn that featured women fucking nice looking men (or manly men jerking off). At some point I found myself watching lesbian and solo female videos as well (especially homemade amateur stuff). I became intrigued by the sexuality of other women and began wondering what it would be like to experience that kind of sex. Women became a much more “active” part of my masturbation fantasies. During my pre-porn era, women in my fantasies were usually observers. Post-porn, they became participants.

So here I sit with a big pile of zoomed-in, quasi-disembodied pussy pics. Why are these the images that grab my attention? The easy part of the answer is that I find pussies to be irresistibly beautiful in their variety and form. I don’t want to ramble off on an esoteric vagina monologue, but every naked pussy I see has its own special allure. I love looking at cocks, trust me guys, but it’s not quite the same. Yes, there are all kinds of dicks and each is unique in its own way as well, but there’s an intimate mystery to a woman’s vagina that makes it different. Which is the other part of why I’m so drawn to them.

A big part of the difference (at least for me), is that men are almost expected to brandish their penis. It’s something to be proud of, to thrust out into the world ahead of you, an instrument of power, something you want to show off. Women, on the other hand, are supposed to protect their private parts, shield them from the prying eyes of the outside world, and in many cases be ashamed or embarrassed by their sex parts. This adds that extra primal thrill when a woman puts her most private areas on public display. I can’t imagine being brave enough to do that, so I have a great admiration for the women who do. It turns me on to know that these lovely ladies are voluntarily exposing themselves and allowing me to get an incredibly intimate, up close look at their pussies – regardless of whether they’re doing it for money or pleasure.

Bottom line…I love seeing cunts. This is something I wouldn’t have admitted to a few years back, but I can state this with unequivocal certainty now. I no longer shy away from the idea of being sexually aroused by women. I don’t expect it to ever happen, but I also have come to believe that I’d be open to messing around with another woman. Before you start flooding me with encouragement to go out and start banging every lady I can get my hands on, or adding another chick to the mix with my dear hubby, it’s not something I’m going to pursue any time soon. Maybe one day down the road, but not now.

In the meantime, I’ll just have to keep collecting the pussies that grab me and masturbate my own while enjoying them in all their delectable glory.

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Scattershot

So, what’s on My Dirty Little Mind Today? Sex, obviously. But, more specifically, I have a few things I’m thinking about adding to the blog that I want to get your opinions on, as well as a couple odd items that aren’t enough for a post of their own.

I watched an episode of That Awkward Game Show on Spike TV the other night. If there’s a show that’s more ready-made to be the opening set-up for an incest story, I can’t name it! This game pairs a parent and one of their twenty-something kids, then has them reveal embarrassing or intimate details that the other doesn’t know about. Many of these secrets have to do with S-E-X. One mom learns about how her daughter watches porn then reenacts her favorite scenes with her boyfriend. In turn, her daughter finds out that her mother has a secret boom-boom room complete with a sex swing. I can’t wait to watch more episodes and see what happens when there’s a mother and son pairing!

One of the perks of this blog is occasionally receiving a naughty picture of a reader’s cock or some lovely lady bits. While not necessary, I adore these very personal tokens of appreciation. I’m also very aware that it’s a turn on for the sender to know that I’ve seen their privates. It was suggested that perhaps I could create a page on my blog where I could post the naked goodies those interested in sharing their junk (or that of a loved one) with fellow readers. Let me know if this is something you’d be interested in seeing and/or contributing to.

Another small addition to the blog that I’ve decided to include is a new sextion of the Links page for erotic music videos. Along with celebrity sex tapes, X-rated music videos are something I often find myself seeking out. I’m not a big fan of the music videos that are just porn compilations put to music, nor do I like most of the ones where it’s an official music video with porn scenes spliced in (although there are a couple good ones that I’ve seen). What especially I like are the “official” music videos that feature nudity – the more explicit the better. Most of these are foreign, but I don’t care – hot is hot in any language. I’ve added the new category along with a few selections to get things started. I’ll try to update it with a couple more of my favorites each week.

As long as we’re on the topic of music, another brand of video that like but have a hard time finding is choreographed dance videos featuring very naked people (preferably more than one). One that I enjoy very much is a loosely coordinated dance from a couple of lithe little hotties, Julietta and Magdalena, that was put out by Hegre Arts. Another one that I find myself being drawn back to again and again is an odd Japanese offering. It’s annoyingly censored with pixelation, and I suppose it’s not really a dance video, but there’s something about it that makes me so happy every time I see it.

Finally, on my custom story venture – I’m currently putting together a page with all the information about hiring me to write a story to your kinky specifications. If all goes according to plan, I’ll have it ready to go sometime next week. At this point, I don’t really know what to expect. With there only being one of me, and with the limited time I’m able to devote to this new endeavor, I worry that I’m going to get flooded with requests at the outset and not be able to deliver quickly enough. Then again, I could just be overestimating the demand for my dirty words and will be able to easily handle the trickle of orders that do come in. To help me get an idea of which scenario is more likely, I’d love to hear from anyone who is considering availing themselves of my mercenary writing services. To give you a general idea, my rates for folks here at my blog will mainly fall in the $5 to $10 per page range, depending on what the content is and who will hold what kind of rights to the finished story. There is a 3 page minimum and at this time I can only accept payment through PayPal (but I’m looking into more anonymous payment options). The $5.00 per page end of the range is for stories that I will be able to publish, which means characters that are 18+ and no extreme elements (rape, death, animals, etc.). The $10.00 per page price point is for stories that I wouldn’t be able publish, either due to content or because the client wants to keep the story private. Anyway, just drop me a line at DirtyMindedMinx@mail.com and let me know if you’re considering giving me a try (no obligations).

Hugz!

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Grab Them by the Pussy

I’ve done my best as DMM to stay away from politics, but Trump’s recent “scandal” has brought things into my wheelhouse. Just so you know, I really don’t care who wins. I live in Massachusetts, which means my Electoral College votes will be going to Secretary Clinton regardless of how I vote (we need a system that wasn’t designed for 18th century America!), so the course of the presidential campaign is nothing more than an amusing aside for me. More important is the Mass ballot question legalizing marijuana! As far as the race for president goes, if Clinton wins, congress will block anything she wants to do and we’ll drift along with business as usual; if Trump wins, congress will block anything he wants to do and with any luck he’ll break the government to a degree that we’ll finally have to seriously consider fixing it. Basically, as I see it, we’ve got a big fat lose-lose situation on our hands. Sigh…

Regardless of all that, we’re currently being inundated by some lewd comments The Donald made a decade ago. As a woman, I’m not the least bit bothered by anything he said. Maybe I’ve been inured to such things by my secret life as a smut peddler, but I suspect if this cropped up 4 years ago (before I got so involved in porn) I would have just shrugged and chalked it up to boys being boys. Given that, what is really bothering about this scandal is the overblown media reaction to it.

Never have I seen so much appalled pearl-clutching over something so innocuously juvenile. Of course, much of this shocked approbation is motivated by political expediency and/or a drive for ratings. If I had only seen the reaction, I would have assumed a video surfaced of Trump raping a gay puppy while Ivanka pissed in his mouth and Melania butt-fucked him with a rolled up copy of the Constitution. From where I’m sitting, Donald was talking about trying to score with a married woman and saying that when you’re famous women will pretty much let you do whatever you want – such as walking up and grabbing them by the pussy. Nothing there that I find the least bit shocking or untrue.

Paul Ryan was “sickened” by the comments. Jeb Bush found them “reprehensible.” Hillary Clinton declared what he said as “horrific.” Seriously? Lewd, vulgar, crude – sure, but horrific? Puh-lease. I’m even more disturbed by the media equating his words to sexual assault. This does nothing but devalue the atrocious nature of actual sexual assault and trivializes its victims. “Locker room” talk feels like an apt description of what I heard. Put a hot mic on any two guys and within an hour and I suspect you’ll hear something just as bad or worse. Imagine if ten years ago you recorded some casual private banter between Donald Trump and Bill Clinton. What a wild dick measuring exchange that would be!

It’s not just that these reactions are ridiculously inflated, but on a personal level it makes me keenly aware of what kind of criticism I would face if my secret identity were ever discovered by friends and family. It’s easy to forget how squeamish people are about sex while inside this perverted bubble we’ve created for ourselves. If the world is so horrified by Trump’s candid comments, we’d all be burned at the stake if folks heard the kinds of things we talk about. Instead of scaring me away from all this, it instead makes me all the more grateful for this sickening, reprehensible, horrific refuge we share with one another.

The main lesson here, however, is that I’ll never be able to run for president! Thank God!

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

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