Double Trouble

My Christmas present to myself this year was a double-ended dildo. If I wasn’t on Santa’s naughty list before, I definitely am now!

Things were a bit too crazy during the holidays, so I waited until after New Year’s to try it out so that I’d be able to relax, take my time, and concentrate on exploring the new possibilities that this toy had to offer. Not surprisingly, it turns out that I love it!

My main motivation for adding this style of rubber dick to my little collection was not exactly what the main purpose of this toy normally is. What I wanted to do was simulate what it would be like to have a cock before I went so far as to invest in a strap-on (or maybe a strapless). My idea was to insert one end into my pussy, then jerk off the other end and see if I could get off just by stroking “my cock.” It took some trial and error, but I’m happy to report that I was very able to beat off and bring myself to orgasm!

I’ve always been envious of you guys and the way you masturbate. For us women, it’s a very limited action. We mostly diddle our clits or finger ourselves, which generally involves small actions. Worse is using a vibrator. It feels great, but there’s almost no action as we hold a buzzing object against our lady parts and wait for the feelings to come to us. One of the reasons I love watching men jerk off is that they have that big, fat cock to really grip onto and stroke. Sure, your fist is only moving a few inches up and down, but you can really get your whole arm and shoulder into the action. You can take it slow and easy, but you’re also able to get much more aggressive with your cock than I can with my pussy (unless I want to become an S&M devotee and cruelly abuse my sweet little kitty).

So, there I was in the middle of the day – hubby at work, kids at school – and I unwrapped my new toy. Naked on my bed, I lubed it up, slipped one end into my already wet hole and grabbed a hold of the half that was projecting from my pussy. It’s flexible enough that I can easily bend it up and around to an angle that closely mimics what it would look like if I had a cock. Just seeing myself like that was almost enough to get me off. I began stroking slowly and was instantly in heaven.

I quickly learned that it was going to be difficult to keep it inside me, so I had to use my free hand to press against where the dildo bent to keep it from popping out of my pussy after half a dozen strokes. I tried clamping down with my cunt muscles, but that only made it slip out sooner. I was a little bummed that I wasn’t able to use that free hand to play with my tits while I jerked off, but I soon discovered that I could reach my clit with the thumb of that hand, which was a fair trade off for the moment.

Once I got all the logistics worked out, I started to truly beat off for the first time. It was amazing! As I jacked my cock, the other end moved inside me. I tried a few different angles until I found the one that hit all the right spots. As I cranked my shaft, I naturally shifted and wiggled, which repeatedly caused me to lose that perfect alignment. This was annoying at first, but then I discovered that readjusting to find that spot again was only adding to the excitement. With some practice, I got into a steady rhythm and wanked my prick for a good ten minutes until I managed to make myself cum. It felt soooo fucking good!

There were two things that make this type of orgasm unique for me. First is the visual of watching my hand rapidly sliding up and down my very own cock. It’s hard to express just what a thrill that is. The other is the full on arm action I talked about. It feel so much more physical and visceral than just strumming my fingertips across my clit. Now that I’ve had a small glimpse into what the male masturbation experience is like, I’m even more envious than ever!

I’ve had several sessions over the past couple weeks with my bendy new friend. Twice now I’ve done it in front of a mirror so I could watch myself jerk off. Totally awesome. And this week I figured out that if I straddle the arm of our sofa, I can hold the inserted end of the dildo in my pussy by pressing down while I whack off. This allows me to go to town on my tits and nipples with my free hand! I guess that’s why they say necessity is the motherfucker of invention.

I haven’t told hubby about this gift to myself yet. I’m going to be selfish a little longer, but I will eventually share it with him – maybe it can be my Valentine’s surprise for him this year. I’m not sure if he’ll be into watching me jerk off, but I’m sure he’ll like if I bend it around the other way and DP myself with it (something I have tried once so far and will certainly be doing again). I’d love for him to give me a “blowjob,” but I don’t know how comfortable he’d be with that. I also have fantasies about him taking one end in his butt while I have the other in my asshole and we masturbate like that. Again, not sure if he’d be crazy about that idea. I’ll have to move slowly and do my best to get him liquored up before I attempt to seduce my man into doing any of the “gay” stuff.

If I do manage to lead him down that path, my next purchase may very well be that strap-on I’ve been eyeing…

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My Current Masturbation Fantasy

I thought some of you might be interested in the fantasy I’ve been working on over the past month or so during my masturbation sessions…

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My sister-in-law Beth comes over one day to visit, but I can tell there’s something on her mind. I don’t push and let her come around to whatever it is on her own as I serve tea and chit-chat with her with her about nothing. Beth is an attractive woman. I always thought my brother deserved someone a lot prettier, but I’m probably biased. She’s just a couple inches shorter than me, wears her dirty-blond hair straight, and keeps herself fit. Breasts are about the same size as mine, though she’s more prone to show off some cleavage than I am. My brother’s wife has me beat in the booty department, but (in my humble opinion) I’ve got the edge when it comes to legs.

She finally comes around to what’s on her mind.

“This will probably seem like a weird thing for me to ask you, but I wanted your advice on something. Something very…personal. And it has to stay just between us.”

She has my attention. “I’m listening.”

“It has to do with sex…with Nick.”

Beth and I had never shared “girl talk” about our husbands before. I’m dying to hear what kinds of kinky things my big brother gets up to with his nice but generally “boring” wife. “Okay. I think I can handle it. Go on.”

“He told me a few years ago that he has a fantasy about being with two women…in bed. You know…”

“I get it, Beth. I think most men have that fantasy in their top three.”

“I’ve never been crazy about the idea, although not because I’m not curious about what it would be like with another woman.” She’s having a hard time looking at me as she speaks about these intimate secrets. “I just didn’t think I could ever find someone I could trust.”

“I can see how that would be a tricky part of it all.”

“Right. So, Nick’s birthday is coming up, and I want to make his fantasy come true as his present this year.”

“Wow. Does he know yet?”

“I want it to be a surprise. But before I go any further, I wanted to see if you thought I should go through with it.”

“Why me? I’ve never had a threesome before.” I wonder briefly if she knows about my hidden online identity.

“No, but you’ve known Nick a lot longer than I have. Do you think a three-way is something he would really want to do? Or is it just a fantasy and nothing more?”

She really put me on the spot with that. I knew nothing about my brother when it came to sex. In my fantasies, he was open to a lot of things, but that was just in my mind. I’m tempted to tell her to give up on the idea, but I can’t resist encouraging her with the sole hope that she’ll share the details with me after it happens.

“I say go for it.” I notice her face become a mix of surprise and excitement.

“You mean it? You think it would be okay?”

“If it’s something you both want, then you should at least give it a try. If it works, great. If it doesn’t, just forget about it and move on.”

“And you don’t think I’m some kind of perverted slut for wanting this?”

“All guys fantasize about threesomes, all women fantasize about being with another woman.”

“Even you?” She seems a little too eager to hear my answer to that question.

“From time to time.” I try to turn the focus away from me. “Now you just have to find a woman you can trust.”

“I trust you.”

The words hang in the air for several long minutes. She can’t be saying what I think she’s saying.

“Beth…what are you…?”

“You see, Nick has another fantasy.” She goes back to fidgeting and avoiding direct eye contact. “He fantasizes about having sex with you.”

A frenzy of conflicting emotions well up inside me. It’s a dream come true, but scary at the same time. “He said that?”

Beth nods. “Last year for his birthday, I…I pretended to be you when we made love that night. He called me by your name, and I said things to him like I was you. It was the best sex we’d had since before Adam was born.”

I’m almost too blown away to talk. “Wait…all those outfits you’ve been borrowing over the past year…?”

She blushes at that, making her cheeks even redder than they already are. “So I could dress up like you. Sometimes I would do stripteases for him in your clothes, or sometimes he just wanted to do me in one of your dresses. He loves it. And so do I.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I want to give your brother the real thing for his birthday this year. I want him to have you.” She looks at me and bites her lip nervously. “I don’t even have to be involved if you don’t want, but I would at least like to watch.”

I try to process it all, but my rational side is numb while my libidinous side is going crazy. A chance to finally fuck my brother and not risk ruining his marriage has just been plopped in my lap.

“But what I really want is for it to be a full on threesome,” Beth continues with a sense of needy urgency. “I trust you more than anyone I know, and I think you’re sexy as hell. You have no idea how often I masturbate and think of being with you, Rachael.”

That makes up my mind.

“Yes.” I take my sister-in-law’s shaky hands in mine. “I’ll do it.”

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Beth is in a pink teddy. Nick is blindfolded and moves haltingly as she leads him into the bedroom.

“What have you got planned this time?” he questions and sniffs the air. “Mmm…you got my sister’s perfume, didn’t you?” At this point Beth removes his shirt. “What else?” She undoes his pants and pulls them down.

I can see my brother’s hard-on in his boxer shorts. My tummy fills with butterflies.

“Did you manage to steal a pair of her dirty panties? You did, didn’t you?”

Beth shoot me a wink and shimmies down his underwear. I see my brother’s cock for the first time. All doubt leaves me and for the first time I’m one-hundred percent sure this was the right choice.

“Ready?” Beth checks with her husband, then pulls off the blindfold. “Happy birthday!”

He blinks and smiles big as he spots a naked lady on his bed. He blinks some more and as his vision clears the smile fades.

“Rachael?” He looks at Beth confused. “What…?”

“I told her everything,” Beth admits, stepping close and taking hold of his erection. “Your sister wants to play with us. She’s agreed to make your fantasy come true.”

He looks at me, unable to believe it. “Rachael…are you sure?”

Instead of answering, I open my legs, spreading them wide. The sight of my dripping pussy is all it takes to convince him.

“Get over here and fuck your horny sister’s cunt while I eat your slutty wife’s pussy.”

The two of them kiss, then Nick is on top of me. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“Me, too,” I whisper back.

I cry out with unrestrained ecstasy as my brother fills me with his cock.

Beth has stripped out of her negligee and joins us on the bed. “That’s it, Nick, fuck your sister’s hot pussy. Give her what she’s always wanted.” I’m too distracted by my brother’s thick cock pushing deep into me over and over again to be able to enjoy watching Beth masturbate to the sight of our incestuous union. It’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.

“Can I cum inside you, Rachael? Please say yes.”

“Do it. I want your cum in my cunt, Nick. Give it to me!”

We both orgasm together, with Beth getting herself off along with us. We waste no time before switching into a new position. Beth lies down, I turn over and bury my face between her legs while my brother slides into me from behind. Ten minutes later we each get off again. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m straddling my sister-in-law’s face and she’s sucking her husband’s cum out of my pussy. Nick watches and strokes himself while he fingers his wife’s cunt. That’s when I notice something.

Someone is peeking in from the doorway. It’s my nephew Adam. My instinct is to scream and cover up, but his mother’s mouth on my clit feels too good to stop. It soon becomes obvious that he’s jerking off as he watches his parents fucking and sucking his aunt. I quickly decide that I don’t care if he watches. In fact, I want him to watch. I love that he’s watching his mother suck me off and eat the two loads of his father’s semen that I have inside me. I cum on Beth’s mouth, then push my brother onto his back and mount his big cock. Beth gets on his face and the two of us make out while we each hump Nick. I wonder if Adam can see my asshole as I ride his dad’s prick.

Our threesome goes on for a couple more hours. Things slow down, but none of us wants it to end. I suck my brother to orgasm while his wife licks his balls. I don’t get much of a reward, but just being able to taste my brother’s sperm is enough for me. Beth and I eat each other out some more, and even grind our cunts together. I’m dying to tongue fuck my brother’s asshole, but I want to save that for the next time we play together. And I know there’s going to be a next time as long as my husband doesn’t find out what I’m doing.

Adam is no longer in the doorway. “I think we woke your son,” I say during a lull in the action. “He saw us.”

“Yeah, we should have warned you.” Nick kisses one of my nipples, cupping my other breast lovingly. “He’s been spying on us for a few months now. I was going to have a talk with him, but Beth wouldn’t let me.”

Beth pauses tickling her own clit for a moment before saying anything. “Nick noticed him first and told me. I was pissed, but then the next time he peeped on us while we were doing it I got so turned on it was insane. It’s so fucking hot knowing that my son is watching me get fucked.” She plunges two fingers into her well-used hole and begins masturbating. I quickly join her. It’s only a matter of seconds before my brother is stroking his half limp cock.

“I found some pictures of you in a bikini on Adam’s tablet, y’know,” my brother mentions as the three of us brought ourselves closer to our final orgasms of the night. “He’s been jerking off to fantasies about his sexy aunt.”

“Well, fantasies do sometimes come true.” I zero in on my sore clit and work it as fast as I can. “Doesn’t Adam have a birthday coming up soon…?”

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It started out with the conversation between me and my sister-in-law. I was getting myself off just to the idea of her inviting me to be in a threesome with her and my brother. I was then able to get as far as me opening my legs for Nick. Damn, would that be fucking hot! Eventually, I was able to progress to the actual sex. The addition of my nephew only cropped up earlier this week for the first time. This was an unexpected development, but I think we all know where this fantasy is going next…

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My First Penis

As a reminder, I was pretty clueless about sex when I was a teen. My parents (more specifically, my mother) never really discussed anything more than the very fundamental mechanics of it, emphasizing the myriad negative consequences for failing to be a “good” girl and having anything to do with a dirty pee-pee tail. I didn’t have an older sister to let me in on the secret, and my few friends were too shy to talk about it or were just as clueless as me. I had to learn about sex via “on-the-job” training.

I scored my first boyfriend when I was 15. I kept him a secret from my family, and only saw him at school or talked to him on the phone when no one was around at home. I was in “love” and we even went so far as to hold hands. I had my first kiss in front of the school while waiting for the late bus on a drizzling spring day. Our torrid romance lasted a whole three months before I got dumped (he told one of my friends to tell me it was over and that we could still be friends).

Once I’d known the joys of having a boyfriend, I was eager to find another despite the heartbreak (which, to be honest, wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be). Danny and I sat next to each other in French class and so we were often paired up for conversation practice – which we were both awful at. He was a nice guy, but I hadn’t considered him as boyfriend material until he asked me out on a real date out of the blue one day. I was sixteen by this time, but the rule was no dating until I was at least 17 (although, if it were up to my dad, it would have been 27). It took a couple fights with mom and dad, but there was a negotiated settlement that I could go out with him if it was a group date.

After that night, we were a thing. There was hand-holding and kissing – all the possibilities when it came to physical love. At least that’s what I thought up until he touched my boob.

We were making out in the last row of the darkened movie theater. We sat back to take a break, his arm draped around my shoulder. Minutes later I felt him shifting. I thought we were going to resume sucking face, but then his hand was there, on my boob, cupping me through my bra and sweater. Panic mode. What was I supposed to do? Slap him? Run away? Call the police? He began squeezing while I ran through my options. I wasn’t supposed to let boys touch me like that, but the problem was that it felt good. Really good!

I didn’t stop him. Furthermore, I hoped he wouldn’t stop. There was more kissing and more chest groping and it was perfectly delightful. So much better than holding hands! Adding my tits into the mix really fired up our relationship for the next couple weeks. We quickly advanced to under-the-shirt/over-the-bra action. Without my mom knowing, I bought myself a bra with a clasp in the front. This provided easy access the next time I saw Danny and he was thrilled to finally get his hands on my bare breasts. His palms were a bit sweaty, but I didn’t care. How could my sex life get any better? That’s about the stage that he gently took my hand and placed it on his crotch.

There was something there. Something long and hard. I knew about penises, and had an abstract notion of erections, but this was something else! I wasn’t sure what to do (or not do), so I just squeezed it the way he did with my boobs. He seemed fairly happy with that, so I figured I was on the right track. Cut to his friend’s house. Brian and Kelly were in the family room making out; Danny and I were in the less-comfortable but private formal living room doing the same. My bra was undone and my shirt pushed up. I was massaging his hard-on through his jeans when he leaned back, unzipped his pants, and pulled it out. Whoa, Daddy!

Sure, I’d been curious, but I wasn’t going to be the one to make that move, or even ask for it. But, as it turned out, I didn’t have to. There it was, my first penis…in the flesh.

It was circumcised (as have been all the penises I’ve been given access to). Looking back, I’d estimate it to be in the neighborhood of 6½ inches. A nice upward curve. Super hard and literally pulsing. I wasn’t introduced to his balls on this occasion, but I was mesmerized. The thing that most surprised me were the veins. That scared me a little. I was expecting the shaft to be smooth – at least that’s what it looked like in the drawing I saw during Sex Ed! I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and our kissing resumed with a renewed passion.

He began kind of humping up and down, which gave me the clue that I needed to be doing something more than just squeezing it. I began stroking and earned a happy moan from him. I wonder if my palms were sweaty…

Before we could get too far, the phone rang. Someone was on the way home, so we all had to cease and desist and head out to the trampoline like that’s what we’d been doing the whole time. Everyone was left frustrated. Danny’s naked cock was all I could think about that night as I lay in bed. I was in one of those times where I was trying to convince myself I shouldn’t masturbate, especially since I had a boyfriend to “satisfy” me, but my will-power had been pushed beyond the limit. I found myself facedown and grinding my mattress. After a few minutes of this I gave in, rolled over, and shoved my hand down into my PJs. I frigged my pussy to a great orgasm. Once I’d violated my promise not to touch myself, there was no further point to not fingering myself. I made myself cum twice more that night, then renewed my promise not to be such a perverted freak from then on.

After seeing Danny’s penis, my perception of sex shifted. I honestly hadn’t considered the cock in much depth before that day, but it had suddenly become a central focus for me. I was fascinated with it. It was like this alien creature living in my boyfriend’s pants. It was so strange, and frightening, and irresistible all at the same time. I loved the way it felt in my hand. The skin was soft and moved in my grip like nothing else did. I came to realize the veins that had put me off at first actually gave it more personality – it would look too weird if it was just smooth skin. I adored his cockhead. The shape, the color, and it’s soft squishiness. The pee-hole was so cute. I tried not to think about it, but as soon as I saw it, I wanted to see what it would like pissing. Gross – what was wrong with me? Or, so I worried at the time. The cock was an amazing thing all on its own, but then the bizarre fact that it was supposed to go into my vagina was almost too much for me to get my brain around.

The next chance we had to be alone was while we were out for a walk. We ducked into the woods. Tits and dick were out in a flash and we picked up right where we left off. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and going crazy. Then all of the sudden he relaxed. I wasn’t sure why, then realized there was something gooey on my hand and all over his T-shirt. I’d made him cum! And I missed it!

Nonetheless, I was pretty proud of myself. I had the power! I was one sexy lady. I could make a guy cum. And everyone knows how difficult that is!

After a couple more such handjobs, I arrange things so he was lying out flat and I was sitting up jacking him off in a way that I would be able to see the whole thing. This actually happened in school, after hours, in a quiet study room of the library. There was a risk of getting caught by one of the custodians, but we were too horny to care. I squealed when I saw the jizz shoot from his cock. I couldn’t believe how far it went or how much there was. That’s probably when my real love affair with cum began.

Things naturally progressed from there. He got into my pants and fingered me. Danny convinced me it would be okay for me to suck his penis, and it was. It really, really was. He never really went down on me. I was a little freaked out by the idea of it, but he did go down there and kiss around a few times. It felt nice, but it stressed me out. When he broke the news to me that his family was moving away in August, I learned what heartbreak felt like for real. It was the following week that I lost my virginity.

There were a couple letters once he’d gone away, and one long-distance phone call, but then we both just sorta moved on. He was a good boyfriend and he opened up a whole new world to me. I finally had an inkling of what real sex was, and how wonderful it could be. I thought I knew it all at that point, but little did I know there was still so much more to learn. But, no matter what else happens in my sex life, Danny’s will always be my very first penis.

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Cumming soon: Open Door Policy 27…

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Gettin’ It Done

I had some wonderful mid-week sex last night. I’ve been going to bed earlier than hubby lately, so our bedtimes have been offset for about the past month. This makes it much less likely that there will be any cuddling, which mean the chances of spontaneous sex breaking out are close to nil.

When I gave Dave a goodnight kiss last night in the kitchen, the words “Come upstairs and fuck me real quick” came out of my mouth. We were both a little surprised by this. Even though we’ve been married as long as we have, I still tend to be rather subtle about letting him know when I’m in the mood. He will often be blunt about initiating lovemaking with charming invitations like: “How about some pussy sex?” or “You up for a poke in the whiskers?” It annoys me how much his crass foolishness turns me on.

I, on the other hand, will usually just get kissy with him and let my hand work its way down to his daddy stick. Sometimes I’ll flash him a boob, or my butt, under the pretense of asking a silly question like: “Do you think my nipples are getting bigger?” or “Is it time for me to get a butt lift?” Showing him a little sex-flesh is usually enough to inspire my boy to take me.

I can probably count on two fingers the number of times I’ve flat out asked for it, and those previous times had the benefit of alcohol being involved. After our moment of shock wore off, hubby chased me upstairs, threw me on the bed, and dived face-first into my pussy. I usually like to “freshen up” before he eats me, but there was no time for such niceties last night. He didn’t seem to mind that I was a little ripe down there, and tongue lashed my clit to the brink of orgasm. Just before I got there, he slipped one of his thick fingers into my hole and tickled my g-spot. Oh fuck! I had to scream into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake up the kids.

He stayed down there and waited until my clit-o-meter indicated I was out of the red zone, then he fluttered his tongue lightly over my stiff nub until I came again. It’s amazing how little stimulation I need after I’ve gone off that first time. I expected him to shove his cock in my mouth after that so I could return the favor, but he went straight for my cunt. No arguments here!

He rubbed his soft cockhead up and down my slit to get it wet, then plunged it into me. That sudden shock of being filled up took my breath away. He immediately got a good rhythm going as I locked my legs around his. He knows exactly how to position his body and angle his cock to get me off with reliable efficiency. Dave wasn’t fooling around with anything else last night – he was on a straightforward mission to make me cum. I guess me asking for it to be “real quick” was his cue that I didn’t need any real foreplay or build-up. He was cutting right to the main event. Sweet!

For some reason, I was very conscious of the way my tits were bouncing as he pumped his cock into my pussy. That sensation alone was almost enough to propel me to my third orgasm of the session. Once I was done thrashing from that, Dave lowered his body tight to mine and switched to a grinding technique. Perfect transition. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his waist so I could feel him deeper inside me. His pubic bone pressed against my clit, and I matched his movements to maximize my pleasure.

My hands were on his back so I was able to feel the strong muscles there shifting and flexing. Damn, that feels sexy! It only took about a minute of that before I was cumming yet again. I had gotten just what I wanted, and now it was his turn.

My husband lifted his torso up and began fucking me with long strokes. I squeezed his cock with my inner pussy muscles each time he drew himself out of me. I was going to milk the cum right out of him with my cunt. He picked up speed and shortened his thrusts, using just the first half of his cock to fuck me. His breathing got heavy and he began making those cute little sex moans that he makes. I suddenly found myself wondering what he was thinking about as he concentrated on his own pleasure.

Maybe it was Sharon, the sexy nerd from work with the glasses and tight ass. Was he fantasizing about bending her over a desk and pounding her pussy while everyone in the office watched? Or perhaps he was thinking about the girl who worked the register at the Wendy’s he goes to for lunch – the one with the big tits. Was my husband humping away at me while imagining sliding his cock between those fat knockers as she begged him for his hot load of sperm?

Strangely enough, my fantasies of his possible fantasies triggered something and suddenly I was cumming again! This rarely ever happens when I’m focused on getting him off, but the fireworks were going like it was the Fourth of July. Dave started fucking faster, which prolonged my orgasm, making it the most intense one of the night. Just as I was coming down, he went off. My husband let out a strangled grunt and thrust himself deep into me. He punctuated each of his spurts with another short thrust, dumping his cum into me with loving force.

He stayed inside me until we both caught our breath. He carefully pulled out and let me cup my hand over my pussy so none of his jizz would spill onto the sheets (even though I had already created a pretty substantial wet spot already). I went to the toilet to pee and enjoyed the ploppy sound of the gobs of cum dripping out of me. By the time I got back to our room he was already snoozing and I had to be the one to go downstairs and turn off the TV and all the lights. I guess it was a fair trade off after a 5 orgasm fuck session!

I’m quite certain that the energy of our Wednesday night romp was due in large part to my direct “demand” for sex. This is a clear incentive for me to be more assertive about initiating when I’m horny, but I want to be careful and not dilute the power of this particular move. It’s just nice to know that I have a new weapon in my sexual arsenal that I can pull out when the time is right. I suspect that I may never have tried this style of romantic gambit if it weren’t for my writing. Even though asking for sex that way isn’t something I would normally do, it was definitely something one of my characters would do. Yet another small example of how porn has improved my sex life!

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And now I have to admit that I told you all about my little fuck-fest just to soften you up for this news…

I’ve been back from my previous “hiatus” for about 6 weeks now, and to be honest I haven’t gotten hardly any work done on my stories. To complicate matters, my girls will be finished with school and starting summer vacation next week. After a few days of considering the problem, I’ve decided to take a bit of a writer’s retreat.

Over the next 2 or 3 weeks, I want to concentrate as much of my free private time exclusively to working on my stories. Some of that time will have to be devoted to adjusting to the first week of the kids being out of school, which is always a little crazy. Otherwise, I want to maximize the time I do have before they’re running around the house full time again.

I know some of you will be disappointed to lose me again so soon after my last break, but just know that when I return I should have lots of hotness to share with you. My plan is to start with the third and final installment of “Self-Sucking Sissy.” After that, I have an interesting cuckold story I’ve been working on that I believe many of you will enjoy (even if you’re not normally into cuck stuff). Of course, I will also have to do at least one new episode of “Open Door Policy.”

I’ll be happy if I can at least get those three things done, but I also have three other stories in the works that I’d like to try to get to. I’ve already scheduled enough captions to carry you through the next few weeks, but otherwise I will be in “low power” mode as far as posting other items or responding to emails.

Stay horny and I’ll see you all on the other side!

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Does a Bear Piss in the Woods?

I have had the building urge to pee outside for about the last week. Maybe it’s the fitful arrival of spring weather, or maybe I’m just a horny freak. I’m sorry if this sort of bathroom stuff grosses you out, if so you’ll probably want to skip this little post.

I grew up playing outside a lot. We had acres and acres of woods around, and this is where the kids of our neighborhood spent most of our time playing hide-n-seek, war, and sometimes we girls could even get a couple boys to play house with us. One thing nobody did was run all the way home just to pee. The girls would go far off to a bush; the guys would go behind the nearest tree.

One summer when I was maybe 9 or 10, one of the neighborhood boys had a friend visiting. I don’t remember his name, but he was an object of interest for me as something new and unknown. The fact that he was cute also didn’t hurt his appeal. At some point during the day we had teamed up in the search for the enemy’s flag. As we dashed commando-style from tree to rock to ditch, he stopped and said “Gotta whiz.” He then pulled his dick out through the zipper in his pants and started going.

He didn’t go behind a tree like the local boys, he simply stood there in the open and let it flow. I remember just standing there staring. I wasn’t so much interested in his penis, but more in seeing a boy piss. I’d caught glimpses of a few doing it from behind, and would sometimes make an effort to see the wet spot on a tree after one had finished (not sure why I did this), but I’d never seen pee coming straight from the source.

This boy let it arc out in front of him at first. When he noticed me watching, he wiggled his willy, making the stream wobble back and forth. I thought this was funny and laughed. He was obviously enjoying putting on a show for me. He finished with several spurts, shook it off, then tucked himself away. Without another word, we resumed our mission.

After that, I was extremely jealous of how boys could pee standing up like that. When I was out in the woods alone, I would try it for myself with little success. I’d end up with pee all over my fingers and thighs. I guess as I got older I grew out of my interest in that sort of potty stuff. But, perhaps not entirely.

So right now I have this urge to get outside and pee. And not just squat behind a bush and tinkle, but to get down, plant my feet wide, lean back, open my legs, and shoot a stream as far as I can. I think it’s in part due to the occasional watersports or pee-in-pubic porn videos I sometimes look at, but there’s also the feeling of freedom that somehow comes along with brazenly pissing in the open in a position like that. To add to the gross factor, I also kind of want to get it all over my fingers and thighs now.

Maybe this is all tied to my fucked up childhood psychology, or maybe the increasing pornification of my secret sex life, but either way I’m going to take advantage of the warm day and go for a long walk after I put my kids on the school bus. I’ll wear my shorts with no panties, and I’ll probably not bother with the usual sports bra. About a mile from my house there’s some conservation land with a nature trail. I’ll duck off that trail and go until I’m far enough into the woods that no one might see. I’ll drop my shorts, get into position, and let it fly. If I’m feeling it, I may even masturbate out there to commemorate the event. Who am I kidding – I’ll definitely masturbate, maybe even starting before I’m done pissing.

Okay, well, sorry if this isn’t something you’re into, but I’ve got to go and hydrate for big nature walk!

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