About Me

Okay, so, in April of 2014 I posted this (too) long introduction to who I am. A few things have changed since then, and I decided it was time to add some comments to bring things up to date.

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Before you get your hopes up too high, I need to warn you that my bedroom antics aren’t at all wild. I’m just an ordinary housewife with what I believe is a fairly ordinary (some might say boring) sex life. Don’t take this to mean that I’m not satisfied. I’m perfectly happy at this point in my life with the quantity and quality of the sex I’m getting, but as I explore the internet and discover the sorts of things others do behind closed doors I have found that my experiences often don’t compare. So if you came here looking for true tales of wantonly outrageous kinkiness, you’re going to be disappointed. That’s not to say there isn’t a strong element of kink in my sexual fantasies.

01/2016: All this still holds, though my bedroom antics are slightly more interesting, but I still wouldn’t consider them close to “wild.”

I was born in the early 80s and grew up in a small town in Massachusetts along with my brother and a very stupid cocker spaniel. I met my dear husband in college. We got married soon after graduating and settled down only a few towns away from where I grew up. I’ve been happy ever since. We have two beautiful daughters; one just started school and the other is still home with me. I’ve worked a few part-time jobs here and there, but for the most part I’ve been a stay-at-home mom. No complaints here!

01/2016: Both my girls are now in school full time – hallelujah! I also picked up a little part-time job working in a small boutique a couple days a week while the kids are in school, but I still consider myself primarily as a play-at-home mom.

Hubby and I have sex on average once or twice a week, and he always makes sure I have at least two orgasms (but three or four is more common). Again, we don’t do anything beyond a few basic positions (missionary, me on top, doggy), but that seems to be enough to keep us satisfied. We both enjoy oral sex, giving and (of course) receiving. I wouldn’t say either of us has any particular fetishes (at least none that I know about). I will say that I do have a bit of a thing for cum. I love the taste, smell and feel of it. Feeling his cock pulse at the moment of climax and shooting a warm load into my mouth is one of my favorite sensations.

01/2016: We’ve added a couple new tricks to our sexual routine (more about that later). My predilection for cum hasn’t changed, and if anything it has become stronger over the past couple years.

I suppose some of you are wondering about my body. Again, I’m quite average in that department as well. I consider myself to be a “plain Jane” in most respects. I certainly don’t stand out in a crowd, and although I’m not a complete uggo, I’m not going to win any beauty contests. I’m 5’6” tall, with light brown hair that I wear just past shoulder length. I have brown eyes and fair skin that tans nicely in the summer. My tits are only b-cups, but I like them. I sometimes wish I had inherited my boob genes from my mom, who has a set of what I would define as knockers, but she complains enough about “lugging these puppies around all day” that I’ve decided that I’m better off in the long run with my little boobies. I workout when I can and do my best to stay in fairly decent shape.

01/2016: All this still applies, except that I have managed to lose around five pounds since I wrote this. Of course, one gluttonous weekend could reverse all that in a heartbeat.

I don’t think I’m unique it this, but I enjoy masturbating very much. I generally take time out to pleasure myself at least two or three times a week. I discovered that I could give myself an orgasm by rubbing myself on a pillow or stuffed animal at the age of 13. I got the idea that doing this was a very naughty thing, and so I resisted doing it as much as I could. Much to my great shame, I was weak and would give in to my filthy urges every so often. It wasn’t until I saw a woman on a daytime talk show saying that masturbation was normal and healthy that it became a happy part of my daily routine. Shortly after I turned 16, my fantasies took a strange turn: I began fantasizing about my older brother while I masturbated.

01/2016: All right, big change here. I now masturbate at least two or three times a DAY, unless something keeps me from giving my pussy the attention it craves. Since I started writing and doing this blog, I’m hornier than ever. If I’m alone, chances are I’m masturbating. This should probably worry me more than it does, but I’m happier now with my sex life than I’ve ever been.

I was disgusted with myself when it first happened, but the more I tried to avoid such perverse thoughts the more they seemed to come. Eventually, I gave in and let my imagination run wild. My brother is three years older than me, and was quite the stud as far as I was concerned. He was good looking, popular, and had a great body. He played basketball and baseball mostly, but he was good at any sport he tried. My brother was basically a jock, but he didn’t have the typical jock attitude. He had a friendly personality and got along with just about everyone. We were good buddies when we were little, but once he started high school our lives began to diverge. Different sets of friends, different priorities, and all that. My mother would say that I worshiped my big brother, but I wouldn’t go that far. I did admire him, and loved when I got his attention.

So, pretty much every night, I would snuggle in under my covers, slip my hand down into my PJs and diddle myself to elaborate fantasies of my brother having sex with me. I should mention that nothing remotely sexual ever happened between us, and I never made any effort to initiate anything. I was ashamed enough of my perverted fantasies and there was no way I would have revealed my depraved thoughts to anyone under any circumstances. Then my fantasy world got weirder.

After I’d played over as many scenarios as I could think of with my brother, my father started showing up in my fantasies. At first it was just him catching me and my brother being naughty together. Then he started coming up with punishments that involved me being naked in front of him. Before long I was sucking and fucking my dad while my brother was forced to watch and jerk off. Once I’d made that mental leap, more family members began starring in my filthy fantasies. My somewhat prudish mom was a total sex fiend in my private mental world. I never fantasized about having sex with her, but I often played out scenarios where I spied on her and my dad doing nasty things together, or I imagined her seducing my brother.

I still use these incestuous fantasies to this day. My most reliable “go to” scenario is me in the middle of a threesome with my dad and brother while my mother tells us what to do and masturbates while she watches. Again, I would never consider trying to make any of these fantasies a reality. Knowing my family, it would not be accepted in the slightest, and if I ever hinted at some of the things in my fantasies it would put a huge strain on our relationships. I have no serious desire to make these fantasies real. An interesting aspect of my repertoire of family fantasies is that when I use them now to get off, I’m still around 16 or 17 in these scenarios. Everyone, in fact, is frozen in time as they were back when I was in high school. I never think about having sex with my father or brother as they are now, but as they were back then. Paging Dr. Freud…

01/2016: There has been a slight change to this since I started writing. While most of my family fantasies still take place with me as I was as a teenager, I have given myself permission to think about scenes where me and my brother are the ages we are now. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes while I’m masturbating I imagine a situation where the two of us do highly inappropriate things together at family gatherings and such.

Sex wasn’t a polite subject in my house growing up, and it was hardly ever mentioned. Nudity was a shameful thing and so I never saw anyone in my family naked, not even by accident. I knew my parents loved us, but there wasn’t a lot of physical affection beyond the occasional hug on special occasions. My parents rarely ever kissed or touched each other in front of us. When my mother did talk to me about sex, it was basically to scare the shit out of me. Sex was strictly for when you’re married, and if you even so much as touch a boy’s “thing” you’d instantly get pregnant and ruin your life.

Despite Mom’s terrifying propaganda, I lost my virginity at 16 to my boyfriend who was moving away at the end of that summer. I stole a condom from my brother’s dresser drawer, and we did it on a blanket in the woods behind his house. I was scared out of my wits, and he was nervous as could be. Working together, we somehow managed to get the condom on then get his cock into me. It hurt, but not as much as I had expected. Overall, it turned out to be a lovely experience. I didn’t have an orgasm that first time, but it felt really good. Feeling his body between my legs, and his naked chest against mine, made it the best for me.

It was about six months after that before I was able to secure another boyfriend. I was dying to fuck him as soon as he asked me to go steady with him, but it took him a little over a month to build up to making his big move. This time he brought the condoms, and I was happy to be back in the saddle, so to speak. He was a virgin (and so was I as far as he knew), and it took him a few tries before he got his technique to a respectable level, but after that it was off to the races. He was the first boy to give me an orgasm during intercourse, which made me fall in love with him for real. God, if my mom knew that he had his fingers or cock in me every chance he got, she would have died on the spot. He was also the first one to lick my pussy. He never figured out how to make me cum that way, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

I had one other boyfriend in college, but that didn’t last very long. Although he had the biggest cock of any guy I’ve been with, the sex was just okay. The following year I met the handsome young man that I would eventually marry. I thought he was annoying at first, but once I got to know him I found out what a great guy he really was. The sex with him was good from the start and only got better as we became more comfortable with each other. He was the first (and only) one to make me cum using his mouth. How could I not marry him after that?

A couple of years ago, much to my surprise, I developed a taste for porn. When I was younger I was conditioned to think pornography was something disgusting that only appealed to men (and primarily to demented men). In college, this attitude was reinforced by the feminist super-culture, which demonized porn and its consumers. My husband and I had watched a few porno movies together, which was fun, but I did it more to make him happy than for my own enjoyment. Then I got curious about some of the celebrity sex tapes that were floating around out there.

One day, when I had the house to myself, I looked up the Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton videos just to see what all the fuss was about. I got a bit of a guilty thrill out of seeing their sex tapes, but more importantly I learned about a few “tube” sites in the process of searching for them. A few days later I had a little alone time late at night and decided to revisit one of those sites just out of curiosity. I ended up watching video clips for almost two hours and wrapped up my viewing session with a very gratifying self-induced orgasm. I managed to behave myself for about a week, but I eventually broke down and was once again surfing porn videos and diddling myself the whole time. After that it became a fairly regular habit for me. I wouldn’t describe myself as a porn addict, but I can’t deny that I derive a great deal of pleasure from watching nasty videos, or reading dirty stories, and masturbating.

01/2016: I might now be willing to admit that I have a “mild,” though manageable, porn addiction.

As of this writing my husband doesn’t have any idea that I’m such a patron of the pornographic arts. Based on the history on his computer, however, I know that he does his share of porn surfing. To be honest, I like the idea that he’s “secretly” masturbating behind my back. Partly because it lets me feel less guilty for taking care of myself as much as I do, and partly because I like to imagine him beating off like a horny teenager and hiding it from me. I know this all might sound a little weird, but that’s about as kinky as I get.

01/2016: As far as I’m aware, he still doesn’t know about my porn fetish.

Let’s see, what else can I tell you about my relatively tame sex life? I own a small vibrator that my husband got me for Valentine’s day a couple years after we got married. He was quite eager to watch me use it, and I dutifully indulged him. It was the first time I’d masturbated for him, and the first time I ever used a sex toy. I still have my little 4-inch pink bullet, and I put it to use at least once or twice a month. I actually prefer using my fingers, but I have been known to use the water flowing from the big faucet in the tub on occasion. I have also resorted to humping the arm of our sofa, or the corner of a table every now and again.

01/2016: My sex toy collection has a few new members since I first wrote this. I now have a larger vibrating dildo, as well as an acrylic-type butt plug. Both of which hubby knows about.

One of the things I learned while I was dating my husband is that I like having my ass played with. I’ve never had anything bigger than a finger in my butt, and I’m very content to keep it that way. I love the extra stimulation and will often tease my own ass when I’m masturbating. My husband has licked me back there on several occasions, which I love, but I’m too shy to ask for it. I know that may seem silly at this point in our marriage, but that’s me.

01/2016: This may be one of the areas of my life that has changed the most. I noticed in my writing that many of my characters were into butt sex (and enjoyed it very much). I wondered if it made sense to write about something like that when I had no real experience with it. I also began to suspect that I wanted it more than I was willing to let on. I secretly bought a butt plug online, and practiced with it. This lead up to me offering up my anal virginity to my husband on Valentine’s Day 2015. Not surprisingly, he was more than happy to accept that offer. Not only do I now take it in the ass at least once or twice a month as the mood strikes me, but I’m also not afraid to tell him when I want his tongue in my asshole. I don’t think either of these things would have happened if it wasn’t for my DirtyMindedMom alter ego.

I’ve never been with another woman. I do find women to be sexually arousing, and will sometimes get off to girl-on-girl porn. I can’t, however, picture myself actually having sex with another woman. Women do sometimes appear in my fantasies, but they’re usually having sex with someone other than me. My husband often jokes about me being with a woman, but I really don’t see that ever happening.

01/2016: This remains more or less the case today, however I’ve gradually shifted to where I can now kinda picture myself doing something with another woman. I still don’t think it will ever happen, but if the perfect opportunity came along…who knows?

I should probably stop listing things I’ve never done sexually – that’s a substantially longer list than the things I have done. One new thing I have done recently, which you already know about, is write erotic porn stories. This is something I wasn’t expecting to ever put on my sexual resume.

I’ve been reading dirty stories online for a while. I find myself drawn to the stories about family sex most often, but I also like reading the masturbation, voyeur, first time, straight sex, and taboo categories. I’ll read just about anything that catches my eye, but I avoid stories where real pain is a component, as well as some of the more extreme fetishes. I often use erotic stories as solo foreplay to get me aroused and wet, then I go off and find a video porn clip that matches the sex act I was reading about. If the story is about a woman taking on two guys for the first time, I’ll find a video with a threesome and get off to that. As often as not, I will sometimes make myself cum to the stories themselves.

01/2016: I don’t read erotica as much as I used to, which I regret. Whenever I’m reading now, I’m too distracted thinking about how I’d write a given passage differently, or what plot development would have been so much better. Besides, I’d much rather spend my intimate time with the stories my readers and guest writers send to me to post on this blog. I find that an extremely gratifying part of doing this blog.

I’m not exactly sure what motivated me to sit down and try writing one myself. I wrote a lot when I was younger and had delusions of being a professional (thus the not-very-practical English degree), but it wasn’t until just recently that I began toying with the idea of trying my hand at literary porn. I was very surprised at how exciting the process turned out to be. I didn’t expect to get as turned on while I was writing as I did. I found myself having to stop at several points to take care of my distractingly aroused pussy.

It’s early in my career as a porn author, but I suspect I may have found something that I’ll be doing for a long time to come. I wasn’t expecting much for my efforts, the sexual thrill I got out of writing about nasty sex was enough for me, but then I started getting reactions from readers. Reader feedback is like crack! It seemed strange to me that people were not only taking the time to read something I wrote, but also took the time and effort to tell me what they thought. On top of that, people often let me know that they had masturbated to orgasm while reading my work. I suppose I was abstractly aware that this might be the case, but to have it confirmed in such direct terms gave me a perverse sense of satisfaction. After that, I couldn’t help thinking of all the cocks and pussies that might get stroked as a result of the words and images that were coming out of my head. I love the concept that people are cumming because of something I created, and it makes me feel connected to readers in an intimate way that I hadn’t anticipated. It’s almost like we’re having sex through my stories!

01/2016: All this is as true now as it was when I started! I have become slightly obsessed with the power to make readers cum, and it never fails to make my pussy tingle when I get a message from someone telling me they spewed jizz all over themselves while reading one of my stories, or that they couldn’t resist fingering their cunt to a sloppy orgasm because of something I wrote.

Well, this is turning out to be longer than I had expected, but I suppose there is one other thing I should address. Despite having a great relationship with my husband, most of what I’ve just told you I’ve kept secret from him. As I mentioned, he doesn’t know about my frequent masturbation habit or my less than casual relationship with porn. I’ve never even hinted that I have an extensive mental library of sexual fantasies that feature various members of my family. And I definitely haven’t told him that I’ve been writing incest porn during the day while he’s at work and our youngest daughter is taking her nap. So why all the secrecy?

Several readers have encouraged me to open up to my husband and share all this with him with the expectation that he will be readily accepting of my previously hidden sexual eccentricities and our marriage will be stronger and happier for it. The catch for me is that I feel there’s a better than even chance that revealing these things could just as likely ruin our relationship. I’m not quite ready to flip the coin on my marriage at this stage in my life. It might be a different story if things weren’t going well and there was a chance that opening up would bring about an improvement. But, with everything going along smoothly, I can’t see taking the risk of throwing that all up in the air for a relatively small potential gain. There’s also more to it than just that.

I have to confess that I really like having my secrets. I have this whole conservative, average, normal mom thing going on, which is good, but my secrets allow me to have something more. I get to be the dirty slut I can’t be in real life in the privacy of my own mind. I love that hidden version of me, and it would be diminished if I shared her with my husband. Even if he was 100% accepting of it, having him know my naughty little secrets would make them less exciting for me. Having this part of me that he doesn’t know about, and living with the risk that I might be caught at it, gives me a kind of charge I couldn’t get by being open about what I’m doing. This might be an immature justification for my warped secret life I’m building for myself, but I’m going to hold on to it for at least a little while longer.

01/2016: No changes for me in this respect!

Okay, well, I think that’s enough about me for now. I may come back and expand on this if anything new comes up or if questions arise about areas of my boring life that I didn’t cover. In the meantime, thanks for taking an interest in this average horny housewife and I hope I can get you turned on with my next dirty story!

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94 thoughts on “About Me

  1. I really enjoy reading your story, and your About Me. I totally understand your fantasy and your desire to keep them a secret. It’s so much exciting to keep all that. Just know that maybe one day when you will be ready tell all that to your husband could lead to another world of pleasure. Continue your good work, you write really well. You have a dirty but romantic mind, I love it.

  2. Hi Rachael,

    I found your blog while reading your profile at Literotica last night. Thank you for sharing your secrets with us. You’re right in that by revealing them you run the risk of damaging your marriage. It could be that they may further turn on your husband, but why take that chance knowing what the negative impact could be to what sounds like a beautiful relationship. Enjoy your private thoughts and fantasies. I wish you well. I too am in Massachusetts, btw.

  3. Dear Rachael,

    I read your “about me” your life, dreams, fantasies and inspirational approach to eroticism. I think I have the same feelings for the family and indulging in dangerous subject incest according to the standard norms of the current society. However, I am not directly or indirectly involved with any family member for sex fantasies.

    I don’t how it all started, I know that I come from a polygamous family system. That is no longer exists, even if but in rare of the rarest forms. There was a reason for such practice, the reasons were social, economic, political, family and defend the family, society, culture particularly women from foreign invaders. They would not only plunder but take away the women to be nothing more than slaves and sex objects for not only gratification but for abuse as as well.

    Due to such a volatile situation, the marriage among cousins was common, the uncle had the right to marry his niece and aunt could marry her nephew. The system was allowing to keep the resources and women within the family and community for prosperity and security and growth of family within itself.

    I also found that only one son was married in the family and other can sleep with one woman and take their turn for pleasure. It was intriguing for me. My grand mother revealed how she was married to one and other 7 brothers of her husband could also sleep with her. My cousin had crush on me. We were very close to meet and indulge but it didn’t happen. Then my affair with a Gypsy girl who had camped near our village.
    The change took place when my eldest brother got married. We were 5 brothers involved with his wife. It was all normal. There are other instances also. But let me conclude here. We can share more by emailing personally. I am not looking for steamy chat rather sharing and learning about the reality of life and the fantasy in life. I am on lushstories.com with id proluvk. I look forward to hearing more.

    With deep regards,

    Kris

  4. I enjoyed “Cam Slut Mom 1,2 and 3 I felt that the charater Jessie was conflicted between his programmed veiw of his mom’s role as dictated by society, and his own feelings for his mom and what she was doing to bring in money he appeared to be over-compensating in a way to protect himself. I have seen this sort of behavior before men and boys esp. where later on when he had a chance to experience his mother privately and let his guard down and be himself he allowed himself to show more compassion and her being able to show more of her feelings I look forward to reading more. This i feel was more than just porn Thank you.
    Now about your secret I feel what’s right for you is right for you! I have a few ideas myself pls don’t hesitate to ask I might be able to give you a different view point.

  5. I read all 3 at Literotica. Superior incest writing. It is my major fetish and I am totally immersed in the literature of it. How can I be part of this blog or start my own to write myself? I have no experience setting up a blog. I feel a great need to get my story out for others to absorb.

    jaycox

  6. I just read your Bio and at one point you mention rubbing against the corner of a table. It reminded me, I was maybe 8-9 years old and mom was working at the kitchen table, cutting material, for sewing a dress I believe, when I notice her rubbing her pussy on the corner of the table. her dress was pressed hard in between her legs. I realized much later what she was doing LOL! Being now 74, (I sent you a note earlier) reading about it in your Bio, sure brought fond memories. Thank you. It’s funny, I never had thoughts of having sex with her, but now I wish I would have let her catch me jerking off on my bed, she always would walk in the middle of my session?? I would cover up with a blanket. I was 12-16 at the time and just about every day LOL
    Your friend (already one Art corresponding with you not me)

  7. Loved your bio Rachael. I would tell you to keep the secrets!! I too am conservative, raised as a Mennonite preachers kid, but have always had a high sex drive. I love to read incest stories as well though I’ve never acted on this in real life. The closest I would come would be in my step-daughter would start something. I have a little exhibitionist streak in me as well and catch her looking at my cock hanging in my lounge pants. She has teased me walking around the house in her panties and bra’s, even sitting beside me one night watching a movie with her knees pulled to her chest and her panties and short shorts pulled into the crease of her pussy. I managed to get a photo with me cell phone and keep it hidden to masturbation fantasies!! Keep up the great writing. XO

  8. I love your bio and find it and your stories great. I too share your interests. Do keep writing.

  9. I’m new to your site, but I’ve several of your stories at Lush and Lit. Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories.

  10. Very interesting. Open and straightforward.

    I have to agree. Keep your secrets to yourself in your marriage.

  11. i love your stories, you have such talent for putting words to paper and so pleasurable to read. i do so hope you write more and more often too. and I wonder how much of this, these tales have refections of your experiences?

  12. Hey there. Are you still in Massachusetts? I’m not far from Boston. Have you ever considered meeting one of your readers?

  13. I presume hubby has enjoyed your ass more since loosing your ass cherry on Valentines day. What else is new with your antics? Has he discovered your naughty release with erotic stories?

  14. @Victor: That would make the perfect plot of a great porn story! I’m going to have to keep that in mind. Damn, I wish someone had a video camera going for that party!

  15. Mommy, I read your BIO and have to say it was very interesting I’ve been in this world for a little over 70 years and trust me when I say I think you should have a secret place to go when you are by yourself and looking to relax with something you enjoy. You are very lucky to be able to put your thoughts out there where people like me can enjoy your nasty mind (since we can’t enjoy your body) just kidding Darlin’. I don’t think of it as hiding anything from your hubby I think it’s more like a fantasy you keep to yourself. Larry

  16. i love your stories, i find that at evey chance i get i’m reading something from you. i put them in my ereader and carry it wherever i go so when i have a free minute i read and usually wind up wet and in a pickle…please write write write

  17. I agree that you should by all means keep your “naughty little secret” just that…secret ! I have been married over 45 years to a perfectly lovely woman who i adore but who isn’t as kinky, shall we say, as me. I have an extensive secret masturbatory life that includes incest and young which I totally enjoy. There is no way I would share that information with my wife and risk the consequences or her knowing and not approving. Like you, I enjoy my secret dirty self…that person who know one would guess is me. No I’ve never acted out any of my fantasies and don’t intend to but my I do love them as you apparently do as well. Shhhhhhh…I won’t tell if you won’t !

  18. I just wanted to say I love reading your stories,,,you are a very talented writer and I hope to see new ones on and reading them as well,,we all have thoughts on this……

  19. I have been a big fan of your wonderful sexy dirty mind since I found you on Lush. I love the way you use your talent with the pen to excite the mind as well as a few other places. All of us have many deep secrets, it would be such a better world if people were not so judgemental in there thinking. I grew up with rather prudish parents, and would have loved for them to be as open as you are with your girls. I hope you keep sharing your wonderful stories with us for a very long time.

  20. You’re stories are far and away the best stories I’ve ever read! Even the ones that are series have great chapters that never feel like they’re stretched out just to add another chapter. I’m amazed every time I start a new story that the quality continues to be basically perfect! I get so horny and have such strong orgasms. Keep writing please! Lol

  21. You should definitely keep your secrets to yourself. As someone who shared my secret with a partner, it was the wrong thing to do. It cost me a lot in the long run. Things were good at first, but when they went bad she used my secret against me. It took a lot of time to repair the damage she caused to my family.

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