Public Exposure

Just a quickie post to let you know what’s on my mind. I was very excited yesterday to find that I have managed to whittle my unanswered emails down to less than 500! Sorry again for leaving so many of you hanging during my disappearing act. The messages I get are very important to me and I’ve always tried to respond to them all (except the ones that amount to little more than “Hi, send me a picture of your pussy”). I wouldn’t say I’m offended by these kinds of eMails, I understand the motivation behind it, but it feels a little like the writer is saying that what I’m already giving up of myself isn’t enough and that I owe him more. I guess I can’t let it bother me, it’s all part of the smut peddler’s life I chose.

On the flip side, I have gotten a wonderful crop of dick pics since I announced my return! I continue to be mystified by women who denigrate the unsolicited dick pic. I find them to be a lovely treat that brightens my day. Then again, I suppose I’m sorta asking for it. I’ve also received a couple of private wife/gf photos, which are also fun for me to see. I get a wicked thrill being privy to naughty pics of real people that I’m not supposed to be seeing. Anyway, just wanted to let all my dick pic-ers to know I appreciate the gesture and if getting me turned on by exposing yourself (and your loved ones) was your goal, then mission accomplished!

Speaking of public exposure, getting back in the porn game after so long away, and getting a flood of very encouraging responses, has reminded me of why I got into writing porn in the first place. The excitement I feel about being back in the mindset of creating filthy stories from my perverted ideas is driven in large part by my fervent yearning to publicly expose myself. I have fantasies of literally exposing myself: giving a man a peek up my skirt on the train, flashing a tit to an unsuspecting college student passing by, or bending over and giving a nice old man a show. But, it seems, I’m far too unadventurous to actually do these things. It was a big challenge for me just to walk around the mall back home showing a generous amount of cleavage (arousing, yet still scary).

However, what I can do without fear, is publicly expose myself through my writing. All the nasty thoughts, taboo fantasies, and socially unacceptable impulses that have manifested in my brain since I hit puberty had always been a source of some degree of shame for me. I always thought I was weird, or abnormal, or disgusting for thinking the kinds of things I did. And not only did I think them, but I got turned on by them. And not only did I get turned on by them, I fingered myself constantly to these deviant thoughts. There were times I felt like a freakish sex monster (not that this stopped me from playing with myself in the dark).

Now, as you know, I am able to embrace my inner sex monster and find a certain degree of comfort with it. No, I’m not acting these things out in real life (like many of you are brave enough to do), but being able to put my aberrant thoughts down on “paper” then share them with the world is a huge thrill for me. Not only admitting that I have these kinds of thoughts, but being able to express them to others, has turned out to be an amazing outlet for me. The validation I get when I hear from people who like what I do, and even tell me I helped them cum, is a gift that I can’t put a high enough value on.

So while you won’t see me out on the street spreading my legs any time soon, I want to offer my most sincere thanks for allowing me to expose myself to you in my own special way! It truly is a privilege that I hope I never lose.

Open Door Policy 34

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I slipped into the apartment hoping that any of the kids were home.  I’d spent the whole day feeling ridiculously horny and couldn’t wait to get home and do something kinky and most likely bordering on criminal.  I heard a sleepy voice from near at hand that startled me.

“Ah, is you,” Vera said.

I turned to see my sexy roommate splayed out on the living room sofa completely naked.  One leg hung over the edge of the couch to the floor and the other was propped up on the back cushions.  Her furry crotch was on full display.  I had to smile with devious delight.  A couple of months ago this devoted mother and devout church-goer wouldn’t have dared show the least hint of cleavage, and now here she was with her meaty twat on show for anyone to see.

“You were hoping for someone else?” I responded provocatively. 

“I hope for someone, yes…but anyone is okay.” 

If her half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and lazy drawl didn’t clue me into the fact that she had given herself an orgasm sometime in the past few minutes, then the huge wet spot on the sofa between her legs would have provided all the evidence I needed.  Vera twisted one of her fat nipples between her thumb and finger as her other hand drifted down through the tangle of dark hair that dominated her mound.  I thought she may be making a belatedly futile effort to hide her nakedness down there, but instead she parted her lips, lewdly presenting her inner pinkness to me.  Her swollen labia was further proof that she’d had a very recent orgasm, but her actions demonstrated that she wasn’t yet satiated.

I dropped my skirt as quickly as I could and took a seat on the couch, tearing at my blouse and bra with desperate urgency.  “What if it wasn’t me just now?” I prodded.  “What if it was one of the kids?”

Vera offered a half shrug along with a guilty half grin.   “I don’t mind that either.”  Her middle finger slipped into her pussy hole.  I could hear the wetness.  She sighed and pulled roughly on her engorged nipple.  “They all see me naked already.  I feel same as what you say, I like how they look to my pussy…” She added another finger, then easily squeezed in a third.  “…how they all like for look at my cunt.”  She giggled at that, like a schoolgirl would after saying a naughty word.  “I want them look at my cunt and know all about it.”

“Do you even know what a sexy bitch you are?”  With my tits free and bared, I began the fight to peel off my pantyhose and undies.

“I feel like sexy bitch,” Vera admitted, lifting her hips up and pushing those fingers in deeper.  “I think about you son fuck me from behind.”  The squelching sounds from her dripping vagina sped up.  “I want to fuck with him the dog way,” she moaned, her eyes drooping closed with the thought of it.

“Doggy style?”

“Mmmm, yes.  When husband make me do like that I feel shamed.  He don’t want see my face and he can think on some one of his whores.  My body for him was only piece of meat to make cum inside.  But I think it not that way for you son.  For Gary he turned on with me.  He wants fuck me and no think of different woman – not even my daughter.  I want him fuck me dog way…doggy style…because it make me feel…dirty.  I want feel more dirty…uhhh…”

My formerly prudish friend was working herself toward another orgasm.  There was no telling how long she’d been on the sofa masturbating, but it was clear she was ready for more.  “With my son behind you, he’ll be able to see everything.”

Vera panted lightly as she humped half her fist right in front of me without a shred of modesty.  “Everything…?”

“Mmm, yes,” I confirmed, spreading my own legs and gently teasing my stiffened clit.  “He’ll be able to see your asshole.  Won’t that be embarrassing for you?  To have my boy looking down at your nasty little asshole while he fucks your big, hairy cunt?”

Vera groaned and lifted off the sofa again, her muscles flexing with intensifying desire.  “I want for him to see!  I want you son to see my asshole.  Everyone to see.  I want for him to spread my butt open and spit on my asshole…spit on my asshole like I am his pig.  I want to be fuck pig for Gary.  And my son watch to see me treat like nasty fuck pig.”  Her face screwed up as she pumped herself faster and faster, fervently ramming herself toward cumming hard.

“Fuck, yes, you horny fucking slut!”  I had no choice but to mimic her and I jammed all my fingers in my cunt.  Only my thumb was left out so I could let it press against my pulsing clit.  “You want my son from behind while you suck your son’s cock, don’t you?”

Vera’s eyes widened as if she hadn’t even considered having both boys at once, not even in her fantasies.  “Oh…yes!  Two cock!  Two strong boy cock at same time!”  She bit her lip and thrust her hips repeatedly in the air in a frenzied fucking motion.  She clamped her eyes shut and thrashed her head from side to side.  This wasn’t from an impending orgasm, but something else…

“Don’t hold back,” I urged, slapping one of my own tits just to feel the sting of it.  “Say it, Vera!  Say what you want!”

“No!  I can’t say out loud.  I go to Hell just by thinking like this way…”  Despite her wave of guilt, she wasn’t letting up at all on her pussy.  Her masturbation was bordering on abuse, but it was sexy as fuck.

“You’re already going to Hell, you perverted slut!”

I want…” she gasped for air.  “I want you son to fuck in my asshole…and same time my son fuck in my cunt!  Yes, this what I think about now!  And with cock in asshole and cock in pussy, Valencia…my little girl…come to squat down on my face and I suck on her cunt to make her cum!”

Did we have some kind of psychic connection?  My driving fantasy of the day was me and Val 69ing with me on the bottom while Cris banged me at one end and Gary fucked his girlfriend right over my face as I licked and sucked his swinging ball sack.  I hadn’t even gotten to the point of fantasizing about double-penetration from the boys.  Vera was threatening to win the kink race!

“And what about me?” I pressed breathlessly to keep her talking filthy as I finger fucked myself.

“You…you watch me be fuck pig and use rubber cock in you pussy.  Then, when boys make the cum, you eat from my cunt and also from my asshole.  My daughter help you and taste her mother and…and her brother…and make me…and with her mouth make…make me again cuuuuuum!”

The last word came out as a guttural shriek that triggered my own orgasm.  The two of us became submerged in our own worlds of pleasure as we writhed there on the sofa moaning and convulsing.  It wasn’t until we both surfaced back to reality that we noticed Val standing there with her hands on her hips shaking her head.  Somehow, even though she’d seen me in plenty of compromising positions before, and I was the adult, I felt like I’d been caught doing something very naughty and was going to be in trouble.  I couldn’t tell if Vera’s silence was due to horny anticipation, or mortified shame.

“Is this all you two do now when I’m not around?” Val accused with sincere exasperation.

“I was do it alone by myself,” Vera tried to explain quickly, pulling her wet fingers out of her sloppy cunt.  “I no know that…”  Her head lolled back slightly as a strong orgasmic aftershock worked through her body like an unexpected wave.

“What, Mamãe?  You didn’t know I would walk in and catch you being a nasty slut?”  Val crossed her arms, which had the effect of making her boobs more prominent beneath the cute blue top she was wearing.  She looked at the two of us with a mixture of disapproval and sexual craving.  Her gaze spent more time focused on our pussies and naked tits than on our faces.  “Just like you didn’t think I’d be around when you two fucked the boys the other night while I was gone?”

“Oh…it wasn’t like—“ I was cut off before I could make my excuse.

“It wasn’t like you even thought about me?”  Val suddenly yanked her shirt off over her head.  “Not like I’d want so be there to see my boyfriend fuck my mom?”  Her bra fell away next and then she was pulling down her pants.  Despite have had a full-on orgasm less than a minute before, my pussy was already aching for more.

“He say it okay to do…” Vera offered pleadingly, her legs still spread wide.  “He say you no be mad if we make the fuck…”

“I’m not mad that you fucked him,” Val insisted as she shoved a hand down the front of her panties and began rubbing herself fiercely.  “I’m mad that I was left out.  I wanted to be there to see his cock go inside you.  I wanted to watch my mom fuck and see the way you do it.  I wanted to see my boyfriend’s face when he blew his load all over you.  And that’s not even mentioning Cris!”

“What about you brother…?”

Val bit her lower lip, in pleasure or hesitation I couldn’t be sure.  She quickly slipped down her panties and kicked them aside before dropping to her knees never letting up on her pussy.  Vera’s movements were subtle, but I didn’t miss how her hand drifted back down between her legs to diddle her still hardened clit.  I wasn’t going to be left out, and dipped a finger into my sopping wet hole.

“I know it’s sick, but I’ve been wanting Cris to fuck me for a long time.”

Her mom’s jaw dropped at this rushed confession.  “You think like this for you own brother?”

“Yes!  Okay, I do!”  Her response was harshly defensive, but there was also an element of relief to finally letting her dark secret out.  “I always tried to spy on him,” her body shivered as she bounced rhythmically on her thrusting fingers, “and a few times I was able to see him jerking off.  It was the first hard cock I’d ever seen.  I wanted it so bad and I didn’t even understand why.  Later, when I figured out about sex, I wanted his cock inside me.  I didn’t care that he was my brother, I just wanted him to fuck me.  I dreamed about it almost every night when I played with my pussy.”  She was practically whimpering as she vigorously molested herself in front of us.  At the same time, her mom was tugging on her stiff clit like it was a tiny little dick, and I was humping my fingers in time with Val’s increasingly lewd gyrations.

“I no guess my daughter such a bad girl in her head.”  Vera clawed lustfully at one of her own big, saggy tits as she spoke.  “If I know, I call you evil sinner and take you confession.  Vera just leered at her masturbating daughter for a long few seconds.  “But now…now I think maybe it no so bad what you want.”

“Oh, really?  You don’t think I’m going to Hell for wanting to fuck my own brother?”

Vera looked down.  At first I thought it was her feeling ashamed, but then I realized that she was actually just looking at what she was doing with her pussy in front of her daughter.  A devilish smile pulled up one corner of her mouth.

“Maybe you go to Hell, but I go with you.  You no the only one to want fuck with you brother.”

“Mom?  Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Vera plunged a couple fingers into her pussy and nodded.  “I want you brother to fuck my cunt.”  She tilted her hips up and quickly pulled her fingers out, spread her cheeks, and jammed a slickened finger in her butt.  “I want you brother cock in my asshole and in my mouth.  I need to eat you brother cum and taste it all.”

“Me, too, Mamãe!  I want all that just like you.  Val’s body clenched and I could tell she was on the verge of cumming.

“And she doesn’t just want to taste your brother, Val,” I spoke fast trying to get this out before she was too far gone.  “Your mom was just telling me how she wants you to squat on her face.”

Val looked at her mother.  Vera didn’t deny what I’d said.  Val sprung up from her knees and went to her mother, mounting her face.  I didn’t have a clear view, but it was obvious that she was mashing her pussy against her mom’s mouth.  The slurping moan that came from Vera confirmed it. 

“Eat it, Mom.  Eat my fucking cunt!  Is this what you want?  Is it, you dirty fucking whore?”  There was no malice in Val’s voice, just pure unrestrained, perverse, lust.  “Oh, yes…suck my cunt, Mamãe!”

Vera grabbed her daughter’s ass with both hands and pulled her tighter to her face.  This gave me a sudden craving for the taste of pussy and I dived in between Vera’s legs and began lapping at her drenched cunt.  My friend humped my face while her daughter humped hers.  It was better than what I’d been dreaming about all day.

Valerie was the one to cum first, but both mother and daughter were crying out with primal glee.

“This too much wrong,” Vera wailed, lapping at the fresh juices leaking from her girl’s pussy hole.  “What we do is bad.  A most bad thing!”  Her grip remained clamped onto Valerie’s smooth, young butt.  I tongued my fellow mother’s hole and felt her inner muscles flexing longingly.  She was desperate for a cock.  I inserted three fingers up inside her, hoping that might do for now.

Vera let out a needful moan.  “Yes!”  She continued to hold Valerie in place, keeping her within inches of her mouth.  “Fuck me, please!  Fuck in my bad pussy hole.  It make me want many sins against God.  It make me want my son cock inside there!”  She suddenly kissed and sucked at her daughter’s clit with unholy desire.  “I sorry, baby.  You mom now is really fucking whore for bad sex.  I want more with you cunt.  I want fuck with you brother.”  I tickled her asshole with a wet finger to inspire Vera to deeper depths.  “I want see you and Cris to fuck.  It make me horny to think on and he make you cum then he make the cum on you boobs, or ass, and maybe into you mouth also.  You like that with you brother?”

“Yes, Mamãe!”  Valerie reached behind her and grabbed her mom’s cunt, roughly working her hand all around it.  Her inhibitions regarding it being her own mother she was playing with appeared to have vanished completely.  It sent a tingle up my spine when I thought about how I was partly responsible for the debauched scene being enacted there in front of me.  Mother and daughter expressing their love through deeply depraved sexual expressions of pure lust.  “I want Cris to fuck my pussy.  And while my brother is fucking me, I want to suck my boyfriend’s dick.  And I want you and Mrs. Harden to be there to watch me being a dirty slut with two cocks in me.  And I want you to be so turned on that you play with your cunts like crazy and make yourselves cum when they squirt their hot sperm all over me and in me.  I want us to all be naked and cum together and be the horniest family ever!”

Valerie let out a low yowl, like a mournful cat, and came on her mother’s face.  As soon as Vera was able to suck enough air into her lungs, she let out her own plaintive moan and came on her daughter’s fingers.  I barely had to give my clit more than a few strong strokes before I followed suit and shuddered my way through a very satisfying full-body orgasm of my own.  As I relaxed, the heavy scent of three overworked pussies hit me like it hadn’t during the throes of our depravity. 

I wondered if the boys would notice the smell of our sloppy cunts still lingering in the air by the time they got home…

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Summer De-Ghosting

First, a few answers:

Yes, I’m still alive.

No, I’m not back home in the U.S.

Yes, I’m getting along swimmingly in my new alien world, as is the family.

No, I haven’t been sent to a reeducation camp for degenerate, porn-obsessed reprobates (yet).

So, yeah, I’ve been completely out of the loop for quite a while now. Things were going okay as far as my naughty hobby was concerned right up until I agreed to take a part-time job at a kiddie school as an English teacher (English babysitter, more accurately). It’s actually a lot of fun, but by doing this I unwittingly gave up all my secret-private-naughty time.

As a consequence, my blog fell into disrepair, I didn’t produce any new smut stories, I wasn’t able to respond to my dirty-minded emails, and I seriously dropped the ball on a commission I was working on (but am determined to finish). The good news is that with the arrival of summer, I expect that I’ll be able to carve out a few slivers of time to poke my head (and maybe some other key body parts) out of my self-imposed gopher hole and bring back some of the old magic.

First thing I’m doing (not counting this post) is to put out a few more chapters of Open Door Policy and see if I can’t bring that saga to a satisfying conclusion after all these years! I was working on it yesterday and ended up finger-banging myself to an amazing orgasm while talking out loud to my characters and telling them all the nasty things I wanted them to do for me. God damn! I hadn’t realized how much I missed writing this depraved smut!

Next, I have to decide what to do about this clunky ol’ blog of mine. I guess the template I was using somehow went away, which left things in disarray for a long while. I’m not sure if I should try to revive it, or maybe just start fresh from scratch with a kind of 2.0 approach (though, I’m not sure that would be less or more work in the long run). Also, while I was gone, it looks like Tumblr put restrictions on nipples, cocks, and cunts at their site. Since that was where I stored my blog images, it looks like most of my porn pics on the blog went away. Not sure if there’s an easy way to deal with that major hurdle. Anyway, if you have any thoughts or suggestions, I’m open to hear what you think about all that!

Anyway, I don’t want to babble on about my first-world/third-input problems too long. I just wanted to let anyone who is still dedicated (or horny) enough to still stop by here now and again to know that I’m going to try to liven things up during the next couple of months.

Also, I opened my email a few days ago and have a few hundred message there waiting for me. I’m doing my best to respond to as big a handful as I can each day, but it doesn’t feel like I’m making a lot of progress. If you sent me an email at some point in the past and didn’t get an answer, just know that I wasn’t (intentionally) blowing you off or offended by whatever offensive pictures you sent or things you said – I just kinda went out for a pack of smokes and didn’t come back. Until now! If you want to reconnect, feel free to drop me a note (dirtymindedmom@mail.com), and I’ll do my darnedest to get a replay back to you as soon as I can. This also goes for anyone who inquired about or sent me their own stories they wanted published on my blog. If you’re out there, please let me know if you’re still willing and interested!

It’s very exciting for me to be getting back into the groove (at least for a little bit), but don’t expect too much! I don’t want to oversell my reappearance since my private time will still be fairly restricted, and it’s likely I’ll be committed to working at the school again in the Fall (assuming my dang hubby agrees to the terms being offered to extend our stay here – which will likely be too lucrative to turn down). On the upside (for me), his company is springing for tickets for us to bop back to the States for a few weeks to visit family and to finally get some good beer for a change! I’m dying for a big, fat New England cheese steak sub and a real American burger!!

More soon…

Hugz,
Rachael

Thoughts and Players

So, a reader sent me a bunch of sexy solo gifs (thanks, Jim!), and I thought it might be fun to share my thoughts on these naughty images with everyone…here goes:

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Whenever I had the house to myself, I would usually masturbate somewhere other than my bedroom. Doing it in the living room, family room, or on the floor in the front hallway always intensified my orgasms. I also loved the feeling of being naked in my parents’ or brother’s bed. I would always get scared as soon as I came and run to my room feeling guilty for being such a pervert, and I would scold myself for being so stupid and risking getting caught. I’d promise myself I wouldn’t do that any more (jilling off in my own room felt good enough that I didn’t need to take a chance and do it anywhere else), but the next time I was alone in the house I was running wild all over the place!

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To this day I sometimes rub myself off over my PJs or panties. It’s also something I frequently do while driving. There’s something so good about the feeling it gives my pussy while at the same time I’m dying to feel my fingers on (and in) my wet flesh (not to mention the excitement of touching myself in semi-public).

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Yeah, this is how I masturbate most of the time these days – in front of a screen looking at various forms of hardcore porn. All I had when I was younger was the occasional soft-core movie on cable (we had a family computer in our dining room that didn’t allow for any privacy, and was closely monitored by our parents – probably more because of my brother than me). I explored online porn here and there in college, but back then I was convinced that I was being tracked and that somehow it could become public that I was looking at cocks on the internet. Paranoid, I know, but one summer I worked at a video store (remember those!?) and there was a local politician who came in and rented porno all the time. I often thought about how easy it would be for someone to leak his list of rentals (or anyone’s) and so I was always worried about my own shameful porn habits getting out and ruining my life. And, now that I think about it, I still am!

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My first foray into actual sex toys was centered around vibrator type things that I’d buzz my clit with. I was a little weirded out by the idea of fucking a non-living thing (penises or my fingers felt natural, but doing it with an inanimate object…?). I eventually got over this (obviously) and now enjoy pumping myself like a sex-starved nympho several times a week using a nice thick dildo (or my trusty double-headed dong).

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Yeah…still nothing like fingers to really get in there and get the job done. You get the joyful sensation through your fingers as they slide around the soft folds of your cunt, along with the great feeling of your horny cunt getting fingered in just the right way.

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Oh yeah, ya gotta love pale titties on a tanned hottie! I think I picked up this turn-on from my dad’s old porn mags. The girls with white boobs stood out more than those with full-body tans to me. I guess it highlighted that I was seeing something that I wasn’t supposed to see – I was seeing stuff that had to be covered up in public! That made it so much dirtier for me.

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Such beautiful wetness! It always bothers me when I see porn pics of dry pussies. Yes, there is a certain artistic appeal, but then I just can’t imagine them in an overtly sexual way. I looove seeing everything nice and juicy – whether it’s oil, sweat, or cunt slime – a glistening pussy is a happy pussy! And when it’s bald and smooth, like this girl’s, I just want to dive in there and rub my face in it!

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Nice! More humping. I think it’s super sexy to see a woman moving her body like a guy does when he’s fucking someone (or something). I like pegging or strap-on vids where the girl really gets her hips into it the way a man would. Not sure why that gets me going as much as it does, maybe for the same reason I get revved up seeing very feminine-looking shemales jacking off fast and hard! (Yeah…the internet has really opened up new worlds of perversion that I never would have known otherwise…)

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I like to think that if I had a sister we would have done this together (a lot). I also wonder, if I hadn’t been such a chicken about it, if any of my friends from high school would have been willing to be my jilling buddy. Again, if I was cooler in college, I’m sure I could have found someone willing to “experiment” with me. Arg – how long is it going to take for some nerd to invent time travel that lets you go back to when you were younger!!??

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Nice! Again, the pose I’m in half the time when I masturbate! I sometimes wonder how I’d survive these days without the internet. I got along fine for years and years with just my own fantasies, but I’ve become so spoiled by online porn it would seem like a big loss if I had to rely solely on my own dirty thoughts. Well, I guess I’d survive somehow…

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There we go! If I’m not using a toy (and sometimes even when I am), I tend to be a two-hander when I’m molesting myself. Fucking myself and diddling my clit is probably my most common go-to move. Either that, or my “spare” hand is roughly groping a tit, or lightly torturing a nipple. I love pulling and twisting my nips as I get close to cumming. I also go through phases where I get super charged up by grabbing and pulling at my belly or inner thigh. Weird. Anyway, one hand good, two hands awesome!

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Beautiful! This reflects another frequent fantasy of mine – a friendly neighbor who likes to stop by from time to time during the day so we can watch each other masturbate. I love the voyeur/exhibitionist aspect of this fantasy, as well as the casual idea of being a able to get off with another woman without it being a full-on lesbian thing. This is part of where my first story (Secrets Between Sisters) came from.

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The girlfriend of a guy I knew in college once told me that she used a tub faucet to masturbate. I really didn’t know her all that well. For some reason the two of us were walking at night, and I don’t know how it came up, but I just remember that she told me that she was walking in the city once and looked into a window as she passed and saw two gay guys having sex. I don’t know how this led to her sharing her favorite masturbation technique, but she did. I was too freaked out to open up about my own naughty habits, and I still regret it to this day. Why was I such a fucking pussy when I was younger!!!??? (And where the fuck is that time machine!?)

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Ever since me and hubby crossed the anal sex line, my butt has played a much bigger role in my masturbation routine. If I’m playing with myself after getting out of the shower, my finger always ends up deep in my asshole as I pleasure my pussy. If at any point I feel a trickle of pussy juice slide down across my anus, I HAVE to finger my butthole no matter what! I also enjoy getting off by moving into a doggystyle type position and spreading a butt cheek with one hand while I fuck myself using the other. Feeling the cool air on my asshole ramps things up for me, but I also usually add in a fantasy that I’m exposing my butthole to someone watching (I often imagine it’s my brother or father (or both), but I’ve also pretended it’s a man (known or unknown) that I’ve encountered that day). This also goes along with the two-handed thing I mentioned earlier…

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Okay, now this is just becoming torture. I really need to find a discreet diddle buddy!

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I don’t know about the dry entry here, but it looks like she’s enjoying it!

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Love that clitty action! I sometimes wish mine was bigger – big enough that I could actually jerk it off between my thumb and forefinger. But, maybe that would be too much for me. I’d probably end up walking around with lady-wood most of the time, in which case I would be too tempted to wear super-tight pants that would rub against my tiny girl-dick and make me orgasm throughout the day. Yeah, I’d be a total mess! Maybe I should go with a big clit for a day fantasy instead, just to be safe. (Which would go along nicely with my big tits for a day fantasy.)

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This last one looks like an inspirational image for a story I should write about three sisters who are fed up with dating jerks and turn to each other for emotional and sexual comfort. But what happens when Mom catches them being naughty? Does she kick them out of the house, or does she confess that their dad isn’t getting the job done in the bedroom and join them?

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Sex Snoop

I often snooped through my parents’ bedroom when I was in my mid-teens. I was on the hunt for anything to do with sex, and had no qualms about invading their privacy (as long as I didn’t get caught). I wanted to unravel the mysteries of this adult world of penises and pussies and discover what the grown-ups were hiding from us kids. My holy grail would have been a sex tape, but I would have gladly settled for a hidden stack of Polaroids.

Sex toys weren’t even on my radar back then. My mom had a clunky back massager, which I’d seen her using for that purpose, but only looking back did I realize it most likely doubled as a vibrator. The closest I ever got was a sheer, lacy negligee that my mom had tucked away in the back of her closet.

I tried it on one time, but it didn’t fit me anywhere and looked beyond silly. Still, it turned me on to imagine my mom wearing it and getting my dad all horny for her. There were holes in the large bra section for her nipples to poke through, and they came with a flimsy pair of crotchless panties. This was the pinnacle of kink for me back then. To this day I still get a big thrill out of peek-a-boo bras and crotchless panties. There was also an item of my dad’s that intrigued me, but not in quite the same way.

It must have been some kind of gag gift because I can’t imagine either of my parents actually buying this item. It was a kind of thong thingie, sized for a man. It was pink, and the front of it had two big, floppy elephant ears, googly eyes, and an elephant truck that was designed for a cock to be slipped into it. It was totally silly, but that didn’t stop me from wondering if my dad ever put it on for fun and made the elephant’s trunk stand straight up. It may have been ridiculous, but that didn’t stop me from getting wet thinking about my parents joking around with their genitals behind closed doors.

Ironically, my biggest find wasn’t in my parents’ bedroom, but (as I’ve talked about before) in my father’s workshop. Finding Dad’s small hidden stash of porn magazines and books was a major discovery, and one I often took advantage of (leading to dozens and dozens of furtive masturbation sessions crouched in the dimly lit garage breathing in the heavy odors of motor oil and gasoline as I frantically worked my little pussy in an effort to get off before anyone found me. As wonderful as that cache of goodies was, it wasn’t quite the kind of incriminating personal evidence I was seeking.

I had one other porn find that I sometimes wonder if it was my imagination. When I was somewhere around 17 (yes, I was still snooping at that age (after I’d lost my innocence), always hoping something new might appear), I found a Playgirl magazine under my mom’s side of the mattress. I had heard it mentioned, but never really believed before then that there was such a thing as porn for women. I went through the magazine one page at a time, hardly able to breathe. Almost NO naked women at all! Mostly nude, hairy men in unnatural poses. They were attempting to be manly, but they all somehow seemed kind of effeminate. The funny thing was that I wasn’t overly impressed with the cocks I saw. I mean, they were okay, but what got me excited was the idea that my mom was looking at this stuff. I picked out the guys I thought she might like the most and masturbated to them while wondering if my mom had done the same thing. The magazine was gone the next time I looked.

Strangely, I never really snooped in my brother’s room – at least not for sex stuff. I guess, in my head, he was a kid like me, so what could there be to find? I’m sure if I looked I would have probably found some contraband porn mags, or even a forbidden VHS tape the boys were passing around. What I did do, when I had the house all to myself, was lie on his bed naked and masturbate like a fiend. I can vividly remember planting my feet and raising my hips high up, humping the air as I fingered myself and yelled out dirty stuff I would never dare say aloud to anyone. I would often start these solo sessions by fantasizing that my brother had walked in and caught me. I’d say out loud, “Look at my pussy! You like that? Yeah, watch me play with my pussy! You wanna see me cum, don’t you?” Wow, nothing turned me on back then like being able to just let loose and say whatever obscene thing came into my head while going wild on my cunt in a place I wasn’t supposed to be. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to fuck your little sister’s hot pussy! Go ahead – give me your cock! Put your cock in me!” Oh, shit, so fucking good – even to this day!

I was often too scared to snoop at the houses where I babysat, but when I did I usually came up empty. I guess I grew up in a very sexually repressed area. I found a three-pack of Trojan condoms once, which didn’t do much for me. One lady had a string of balls in her panty drawer that I would only later realize were probably anal beads, but at the time I had no clue what they were for so I didn’t really get to enjoy the discovery in the moment. Maybe I should take up babysitting again – I bet I’d be a lot better at snooping, and I’d probably find a lot more “incriminating evidence”! (Although the advent of the nanny cam might put a crimp in things…)

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