"Yay! It's Friday," I yelled, causing my poor brother to cringe next to me.
Sticking his finger in his ear, he wiggled it around a bit. "If you are going to insist on yelling in my ear, you might be stuck spending this Friday alone."
I stuck my tongue out at him. It had been two days since I ran into him in the hallway, leaving me laying on the floor, naked, with my legs spread. I had already forgotten the incident.
7/28/2014 11:02 AM
Once we got home I turned around to him. "Okay, I feel icky. I didn't get to take a shower after PE, and I just feel gross. Going to take a shower, then we can go hit the mall."
He nodded and went to his room as I went to mine and got undressed.
During my shower, I had a thought that we should go visit the new park they had put in. We both loved skating, and it was supposed to have some pretty cool pipes and ramps.
Slipping on my robe, I walked into his room. Opening the door, I saw him, there, on the bed.
Naked, with his penis in his hand.
I had never seen him masturbate before. I knew he did, I had heard him more than once. But seeing it. Never.
I opened my mouth to let out a crack about him with his penis in his hand, closing it. I turned to go, but then looked back. He hadn't noticed the door open. I couldn't see his face, just his lower chest. His legs. His hand. Stroking. Fondling. Rubbing.
I had seen men have sex with women in the dirty videos. I had seen men rub themselves. Women rub themselves. But, it just didn't seem the same.
I stood there, watching him. Not knowing what to do, but unable to turn away.
His hand gently cupped his stiff penis, rubbing up and down. I could hear his breath, heavy, as he worked his fingers over the shaft. I could see his cut head, slightly glistening with precum. The skin on the shaft moved with his hand, his hips bucking slightly, lifting off the bed. His ass, nice and firm, the sides dimpled in. I had never thought about his body, how his muscles rippled. His hand jerked harder, and soft grunts escaped him. Sweat glistened on his fair skin, slowly rolling down his naked body.
The hand holding his penis moved downward quickly, to the bottom of his shaft, where his penis met his pelvis, then jerked up again, his pointer finger stopping slightly above the head. Back down, the top of his penis showing. Back up, the entire shaft exposed.
His strokes shortened, just the top half, hand moving more quickly, almost a blur. I watched every second of it, finding myself licking my lips slightly. Shaking my head, I wondered what I was doing. I was his sister. It made no sense to be licking my lips. Still, I could not turn away.
He hit the top again, and I could see him cum. A bit streaked almost straight up, into the air, to fall back down on his chest. More oozed down from the tip, streaming down his hard penis, growing softer before my eyes. His hand fell to the side, and his penis flopped down, cum leaking from it onto his pelvis area. He lay there, panting heavily, like he had been running. The fluid, whitish, yellowish, slime like, ran down his sides.
I turned, sneaking back out the door, closing it as softly as I could. There, in my mind, I kept seeing him, naked. Sweaty. Cumming. I felt a tingle between my own legs, and found myself both aroused and disgusted.
He was my brother!
7/28/2014 4:24 PM (End of Chapter 4)
Monday, July 28, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 3 (Incest fantasy)
Chapter 3.
"So," my brother stated as he walked into the room. "How did you like the movie?"
He sat down on the edge of my bed, dressed only in his boxers, while I sat in front of my mirror in only panties, brushing my hair, as I got ready for bed. While others might find it strange to have their brother in their room while they were half naked, it was usual for us. We would have been more mortified if our parents tried to come in while we were half naked.
"I think they need to hurry up and finish the second one," I replied, pouting at myself in the mirror.
"Yes, but that last battle scene. Wow." he replied.
"But poor Dobby," I reminded him.
We continued talking about the movie, and the parts we liked, the parts we didn't. Eventually we moved on to discussions about school, and the teachers, and the upcoming finals before graduation.
The next morning, we woke up and headed to the bathroom.
"Beat you," he said in a sing song voice. I made my best puppy eyes, but he didn't even flinch.
"Yeah, as if I will fall for that," he told me.
He went into the bathroom and started his morning routine. As I waited for my turn, I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pee.
"Let me in, let me in," I shouted through the door. He finally unlocked the door and let me in. I had seen him naked enough that I didn't even bat an eye at him standing in the doorway, completely uncovered.
"You better not stink up the place," he told me, giving me a glare.
"No worries. I only need to go potty." Pulling down my shorts and panties, I sat down on the toilet while he went back to the shower. We talked more while I finished. I wiped myself, and flushed the toilet.
A squeal erupted from the shower, followed by an "Ahh!"
I giggled a bit. "Sorry, I forgot." When I flushed the toilet, the cold water stopped going to the shower. He opened the shower door, skin red, like he had a slight sunburn.
"Yeah, right," he informed me, not a single joking look on his face. Oh man, I thought to myself. Now he is mad at me. What did I do to deserve this?
I tried to apologize. We may play around, but we never tried to hurt each other, and his skin looked like it was very sensitive.
I walked over to him. "Really, I am sorry," I told him. I reached out and touched his bare chest, feeling his smooth skin under the tip of my finger. "Does it hurt?"
He stood there for a second before replying. "It is fine, just sensitive. I will be fine." I could tell he was still a bit mad at me, but getting over it. "Now get out of here so I can finish my shower." I left, feeling bad.
Soon he came out, wrapped in a towel and headed to his room. Opening the door, he poked his head in. "Showers open." he informed me. "Hurry up before we are late."
I headed into the shower.
7/25/2014 3:56 PM
I followed my routine like any other day. Brush my teeth, rise out my mouth with mouthwash. Check my legs and armpits to see if I needed to shave today. I took off my clothes and set them down on the counter, hopping into the shower. I shampooed my hair, then put in conditioner to let it sit while I took care of the rest of my body. Luffa in hand, I attacked my skin with vigor, scrubbing away the dead skin to give it a nice, healthy glow. Breaking out my facial scrub, I washed my face, then rinsed out my hair.
Finished, I frowned. Feeling a distinct tingle between my legs, I knew what was up, but thought to myself, Strange, I am never horny in the morning.
Lets face it, boys are not something I ever get that much attention from. Oh, when I am out alone, I get looks, but I am rarely alone, with me and my brother together all the time. I have learned to take care of that itch, since it is hard without someone else to do it for me.
I shrugged, giving into my body's impulse. Grabbing the head of the shower, I switched the setting to pulse. I placed the head against my pussy, closing my eyes and imagining a strong, cute, wonderful man between my legs. I have never made out the face of my mysterious lover, but it didn't matter to me.
I pushed the shower head hard against my pussy, grinding it against me. The pulses pushed against my lips, penetrating me. The water massaged my clit, sending thrills throughout my body. Placing my finger against my clit, I pushed it hard, electric shocks going through me. The shower continued to pulse inside me as my fingers worked the clit. I felt myself get closer, closer, until...
*Bang bang*
I jumped slightly as the bathroom door shook. My brothers voice came through the door after the loud knocks. "Hurry up! We are going to be late!" Just when I was so close, too.
I turned the shower off, running the towel over my wet skin, then over my wet hair.
I wrapped it around me and ran out, right into my brother as he came down the hall. He stumbled back, hit with the force of my body, but maintained his balance. I fell on the floor, legs splayed wide open, towel falling to the floor, followed by my body hitting the floor.
I laid there, dazed.
"Ouch," is all he said. Seeing me laying on the floor, he paused for a brief second before coming over to me, eyes flicking down to my spread legs. Lets face it, he doesn't have a girlfriend either, for much the same reason as me. "Sorry," he said, kneeling down and pulling me up while wrapping the towel back around me.
"Sorry," I mumbled to him, feeling embarrassed. "I need to pay attention to where I am going."
After many 'sorrys' and 'it's not your faults', we both finally gave up and walked our separate ways, him to grab a bite to eat, me to get dressed.
At least he didn't seem mad at me anymore. I guess I didn't feel his eyes on my back as I went to my bedroom, either.
I got dressed, headed to the kitchen and grabbed a small bite to eat myself, and we left for the bus stop. We managed to make it just as the bus pulled up.
7/25/2014 4:26 PM (End of Chapter 3)
"So," my brother stated as he walked into the room. "How did you like the movie?"
He sat down on the edge of my bed, dressed only in his boxers, while I sat in front of my mirror in only panties, brushing my hair, as I got ready for bed. While others might find it strange to have their brother in their room while they were half naked, it was usual for us. We would have been more mortified if our parents tried to come in while we were half naked.
"I think they need to hurry up and finish the second one," I replied, pouting at myself in the mirror.
"Yes, but that last battle scene. Wow." he replied.
"But poor Dobby," I reminded him.
We continued talking about the movie, and the parts we liked, the parts we didn't. Eventually we moved on to discussions about school, and the teachers, and the upcoming finals before graduation.
The next morning, we woke up and headed to the bathroom.
"Beat you," he said in a sing song voice. I made my best puppy eyes, but he didn't even flinch.
"Yeah, as if I will fall for that," he told me.
He went into the bathroom and started his morning routine. As I waited for my turn, I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pee.
"Let me in, let me in," I shouted through the door. He finally unlocked the door and let me in. I had seen him naked enough that I didn't even bat an eye at him standing in the doorway, completely uncovered.
"You better not stink up the place," he told me, giving me a glare.
"No worries. I only need to go potty." Pulling down my shorts and panties, I sat down on the toilet while he went back to the shower. We talked more while I finished. I wiped myself, and flushed the toilet.
A squeal erupted from the shower, followed by an "Ahh!"
I giggled a bit. "Sorry, I forgot." When I flushed the toilet, the cold water stopped going to the shower. He opened the shower door, skin red, like he had a slight sunburn.
"Yeah, right," he informed me, not a single joking look on his face. Oh man, I thought to myself. Now he is mad at me. What did I do to deserve this?
I tried to apologize. We may play around, but we never tried to hurt each other, and his skin looked like it was very sensitive.
I walked over to him. "Really, I am sorry," I told him. I reached out and touched his bare chest, feeling his smooth skin under the tip of my finger. "Does it hurt?"
He stood there for a second before replying. "It is fine, just sensitive. I will be fine." I could tell he was still a bit mad at me, but getting over it. "Now get out of here so I can finish my shower." I left, feeling bad.
Soon he came out, wrapped in a towel and headed to his room. Opening the door, he poked his head in. "Showers open." he informed me. "Hurry up before we are late."
I headed into the shower.
7/25/2014 3:56 PM
I followed my routine like any other day. Brush my teeth, rise out my mouth with mouthwash. Check my legs and armpits to see if I needed to shave today. I took off my clothes and set them down on the counter, hopping into the shower. I shampooed my hair, then put in conditioner to let it sit while I took care of the rest of my body. Luffa in hand, I attacked my skin with vigor, scrubbing away the dead skin to give it a nice, healthy glow. Breaking out my facial scrub, I washed my face, then rinsed out my hair.
Finished, I frowned. Feeling a distinct tingle between my legs, I knew what was up, but thought to myself, Strange, I am never horny in the morning.
Lets face it, boys are not something I ever get that much attention from. Oh, when I am out alone, I get looks, but I am rarely alone, with me and my brother together all the time. I have learned to take care of that itch, since it is hard without someone else to do it for me.
I shrugged, giving into my body's impulse. Grabbing the head of the shower, I switched the setting to pulse. I placed the head against my pussy, closing my eyes and imagining a strong, cute, wonderful man between my legs. I have never made out the face of my mysterious lover, but it didn't matter to me.
I pushed the shower head hard against my pussy, grinding it against me. The pulses pushed against my lips, penetrating me. The water massaged my clit, sending thrills throughout my body. Placing my finger against my clit, I pushed it hard, electric shocks going through me. The shower continued to pulse inside me as my fingers worked the clit. I felt myself get closer, closer, until...
*Bang bang*
I jumped slightly as the bathroom door shook. My brothers voice came through the door after the loud knocks. "Hurry up! We are going to be late!" Just when I was so close, too.
I turned the shower off, running the towel over my wet skin, then over my wet hair.
I wrapped it around me and ran out, right into my brother as he came down the hall. He stumbled back, hit with the force of my body, but maintained his balance. I fell on the floor, legs splayed wide open, towel falling to the floor, followed by my body hitting the floor.
I laid there, dazed.
"Ouch," is all he said. Seeing me laying on the floor, he paused for a brief second before coming over to me, eyes flicking down to my spread legs. Lets face it, he doesn't have a girlfriend either, for much the same reason as me. "Sorry," he said, kneeling down and pulling me up while wrapping the towel back around me.
"Sorry," I mumbled to him, feeling embarrassed. "I need to pay attention to where I am going."
After many 'sorrys' and 'it's not your faults', we both finally gave up and walked our separate ways, him to grab a bite to eat, me to get dressed.
At least he didn't seem mad at me anymore. I guess I didn't feel his eyes on my back as I went to my bedroom, either.
I got dressed, headed to the kitchen and grabbed a small bite to eat myself, and we left for the bus stop. We managed to make it just as the bus pulled up.
7/25/2014 4:26 PM (End of Chapter 3)
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Messing with a scammer
So, I received one of those scammer emails.
This is a very confidential proposition for you. On July 21st 2003,an Importer of Textiles and Automobiles for the past Thirteen years made a numbered time (Fixed) Deposit for twelve calendar months, valued at ten million seven hundred thousand United States Dollars (US$10.7musd) in my branch.
Upon maturity on July 20th 2004 as his Credit Officer, I sent a routine notification to his forwarding address but got no reply.
And on it went, blah, blah, blah.
Well, instead of ignoring it, I thought I would have some fun with it.
Here are the current emails:
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to danielwodi
Hello you naughty doctor you. Do you want to play doctor with me?
I like a nice, handsome, doctor.
I do find it strange that you left me a message with your private email, instead of your official bank email, but I guess that is because you know I am a dirty girl and would rather talk about something else than boring bank stuff.
So, tell me doctor, how do you want me?
Would you like me to put on my skirt, and leave my panties off? Bend over for you just as you look up?
Or maybe do a sexy little dance on your desk, so every time you look up, you see my pussy, glistening with my juices.
How will you make love to me? It seems you don't like airplanes after that nasty crash. So, I guess no mile high club. Poo. I have never gotten to try making love in an airplane.
With all your money though, you could make love on a pile of it. Do you want to take me on some dirty, dirty money?
Anyways sweety, tell me your dirty thoughts, and I will tell you mine.
Dirty Me ( . Y . )
Dr. Wodi Daniel <danielwodi@gmail.com>
Feb 28
to me
Lol, why do u write this while I am asking u for a help in getting this fund? I cannot write you with my official bank site because it is monitored
My reply (I just copied and pasted this post into my email):
http://dirtylittlemestories.blogspot.com/2013/11/changing-room-quickie-quickie-fantasy.html
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
Jul 22 (2 days ago)
to Wodi
Naughty doctor. I added you to my G+ circle, so we can talk about all the dirty money from the Benin Republic. I want to hear all about what you would have done to me, those last moments on the plane. Then, you can tell me what we would do on those piles of money. The naughty, dirty money.
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
YOU MESTURBET
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
I am, thinking about you. Putting my fingers in my pussy, imagining you here, thrusting into me, so deep, so hard. Faster please. Harder. Please come make love to me. Please come inside me. Fill me up. I want to be yours. Ohh yes! Soooo good.
Do you want to watch?
His Reply:
(Emailed me back a separate email with nothing but my copied text and MONEY?)
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
What about money? You will pay me for a naughty little webcam? Sure, I don't mind.
So, would you like me to take off my clothes, a little at a time, while I sway to the music? Would you prefer I just start naked? Should I finger my wet, hungry pussy, or use my vibrator? Would you prefer to watch me make love to another man in front of the webcam?
I'm waiting for you, skirt pulled up, panties pulled down. I am playing with my clit, so I am nice and horny and ready for you to watch me. I want you to watch me play with myself. I want you to watch me play with your dirty money. I want you to take me in the airplane, as it falls from the sky, and fuck me in front of all the other passengers, know this will be the last time you make love to a woman. Make love to me you dirty banker. Take me like you want to, you know you do. You want to eat my pussy, and stick your hard, throbbing penis inside. You want to take me from behind, and pound into me over and over again, until you spurt your cum deep inside me. Do you know I am not on birth control right now? Maybe you can get me pregnant.
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
WHY NOT PUT UR HEAD INSIDE UR CONT AND SWIM NAKED THEN I WILL PAY U, SOMETHING SUPPOSE JUST DO WITHOUT MONEY AND U NEED MONEY, THEN WHAT WILL BE MY GAIN IF I WATCH UR VIDEO AND STILL PAY U
WE BELIEVE IN RECEIVE PAYMENT WHILE WATCHING VIDEOS
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
I can put my hand in my cunt if you prefer. Swimming naked is fun, but I can't swim, so you would have to save me you naughty banker you.
I didn't ask for money. You said you would give me money. If you don't want to, that is fine. You can still watch me get naughty on the camera just for you. But I don't pay to have people watch me get naughty.
Then I just copied the text from here: http://dirtylittlemestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/slow-motion-love-final-polished-story.html
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
BUT THIS MAIL IS COPIED; YOU WROTE THE FIRST PARAGRAPH AND COPIED THE REST FROM SOMEWHERE
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
Oh Sweety, I copied the rest from myself. It is my blog post: http://dirtylittlemestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/slow-motion-love-final-polished-story.html
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
Get off in the mighty name of Jesus Christ Amen.
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
Really? You think Jesus would like me to masturbate for him? After all, that is what "getting off" is, masturbating until climax.
Okay, I can do that.
Grabbing the small Jesus statue I have, I place it firmly between my legs. I push the head of the statue against the white, cotton cloth of my panties, letting my free hand dip under my shirt, lightly pinching my nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
The head of the statue pushes harder against the fabric, almost entering my hot, wet pussy. Stopped by the fabric. In frustration, I pull the panties aside, pushing the head of the statue against my pussy again, the cold rock like substance in stark contract to the heat coming from between my legs.
Tugging my nipple, I push harder, gasping as the head penetrates me. I close my eyes, imagining Jesus there, between my legs, violating my most intimate spot.
Pushing harder, the statue enters me deeper, and my hand leaves my breast, moving down to my clit. I push my clit, massaging it gently, in circles, as I move the statue back and forth, deeper inside, then almost out. The difference in temperature between the statue and my pussy makes it uncomfortable, as well as highly noticeable. My mind cries out as I feel it penetrating me, noting every movement of it inside me.
In and out
In and out
I push my clit down, smashing it against my pubic bone and my finger, a slight cry escaping my lips.
Push it harder
Push it down
In and out
In and out
The statue, now covered in the juices from my soaked pussy, slides easier, feels better, no longer uncomfortable. I push it in deeper.
In and out
In and out
I thrust my hips forward, pushing it until it becomes uncomfortable, unable to get it in more. I rub my clit against my pelvic bone, tingles washing over me.
Rub it harder
Rub it faster
Run it harder
Rub it more
I settle into a rhythm, pulling the statue out then thrusting it back in. A moan escapes my throat, floating on the air with wet, slurping, naughty sounds coming from between my legs.
Push it in
Pull it out
Rub is harder
Feel it more
My mind goes wild, thrilling at the feel of Jesus penetrating me. I want him to feel me up. To cum inside me. To make me his.
Cum, please
Cum, please
Oh God, cum please!
I feel my mind emptying, as the pressure builds toward release. I feel my body tensing.
Building up
Building to climax
Building to bliss
Push it harder. Please. Put it in deeper. Let it cum inside me.
I feel my pussy tighten hungrily around the head of the statue as the pressure breaks. The statue of Jesus, deep inside my pussy, as orgasmic bliss washes over me.
I lay here, panting, shuddering, twitching weakly from the orgasm.
Thank you for showing me Jesus. He is a wonderful lover.
Maybe next time you could watch me "get off in the mighty name of Jesus Christ".
Amen.
This is a very confidential proposition for you. On July 21st 2003,an Importer of Textiles and Automobiles for the past Thirteen years made a numbered time (Fixed) Deposit for twelve calendar months, valued at ten million seven hundred thousand United States Dollars (US$10.7musd) in my branch.
Upon maturity on July 20th 2004 as his Credit Officer, I sent a routine notification to his forwarding address but got no reply.
And on it went, blah, blah, blah.
Well, instead of ignoring it, I thought I would have some fun with it.
Here are the current emails:
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to danielwodi
Hello you naughty doctor you. Do you want to play doctor with me?
I like a nice, handsome, doctor.
I do find it strange that you left me a message with your private email, instead of your official bank email, but I guess that is because you know I am a dirty girl and would rather talk about something else than boring bank stuff.
So, tell me doctor, how do you want me?
Would you like me to put on my skirt, and leave my panties off? Bend over for you just as you look up?
Or maybe do a sexy little dance on your desk, so every time you look up, you see my pussy, glistening with my juices.
How will you make love to me? It seems you don't like airplanes after that nasty crash. So, I guess no mile high club. Poo. I have never gotten to try making love in an airplane.
With all your money though, you could make love on a pile of it. Do you want to take me on some dirty, dirty money?
Anyways sweety, tell me your dirty thoughts, and I will tell you mine.
Dirty Me ( . Y . )
Dr. Wodi Daniel <danielwodi@gmail.com>
Feb 28
to me
Lol, why do u write this while I am asking u for a help in getting this fund? I cannot write you with my official bank site because it is monitored
My reply (I just copied and pasted this post into my email):
http://dirtylittlemestories.blogspot.com/2013/11/changing-room-quickie-quickie-fantasy.html
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
Jul 22 (2 days ago)
to Wodi
Naughty doctor. I added you to my G+ circle, so we can talk about all the dirty money from the Benin Republic. I want to hear all about what you would have done to me, those last moments on the plane. Then, you can tell me what we would do on those piles of money. The naughty, dirty money.
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
YOU MESTURBET
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
I am, thinking about you. Putting my fingers in my pussy, imagining you here, thrusting into me, so deep, so hard. Faster please. Harder. Please come make love to me. Please come inside me. Fill me up. I want to be yours. Ohh yes! Soooo good.
Do you want to watch?
His Reply:
(Emailed me back a separate email with nothing but my copied text and MONEY?)
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
What about money? You will pay me for a naughty little webcam? Sure, I don't mind.
So, would you like me to take off my clothes, a little at a time, while I sway to the music? Would you prefer I just start naked? Should I finger my wet, hungry pussy, or use my vibrator? Would you prefer to watch me make love to another man in front of the webcam?
I'm waiting for you, skirt pulled up, panties pulled down. I am playing with my clit, so I am nice and horny and ready for you to watch me. I want you to watch me play with myself. I want you to watch me play with your dirty money. I want you to take me in the airplane, as it falls from the sky, and fuck me in front of all the other passengers, know this will be the last time you make love to a woman. Make love to me you dirty banker. Take me like you want to, you know you do. You want to eat my pussy, and stick your hard, throbbing penis inside. You want to take me from behind, and pound into me over and over again, until you spurt your cum deep inside me. Do you know I am not on birth control right now? Maybe you can get me pregnant.
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
WHY NOT PUT UR HEAD INSIDE UR CONT AND SWIM NAKED THEN I WILL PAY U, SOMETHING SUPPOSE JUST DO WITHOUT MONEY AND U NEED MONEY, THEN WHAT WILL BE MY GAIN IF I WATCH UR VIDEO AND STILL PAY U
WE BELIEVE IN RECEIVE PAYMENT WHILE WATCHING VIDEOS
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
I can put my hand in my cunt if you prefer. Swimming naked is fun, but I can't swim, so you would have to save me you naughty banker you.
I didn't ask for money. You said you would give me money. If you don't want to, that is fine. You can still watch me get naughty on the camera just for you. But I don't pay to have people watch me get naughty.
Then I just copied the text from here: http://dirtylittlemestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/slow-motion-love-final-polished-story.html
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
BUT THIS MAIL IS COPIED; YOU WROTE THE FIRST PARAGRAPH AND COPIED THE REST FROM SOMEWHERE
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
Oh Sweety, I copied the rest from myself. It is my blog post: http://dirtylittlemestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/slow-motion-love-final-polished-story.html
Dr. Wodi Daniel
to me
Get off in the mighty name of Jesus Christ Amen.
Dirty Me <dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com>
to Wodi
Really? You think Jesus would like me to masturbate for him? After all, that is what "getting off" is, masturbating until climax.
Okay, I can do that.
Grabbing the small Jesus statue I have, I place it firmly between my legs. I push the head of the statue against the white, cotton cloth of my panties, letting my free hand dip under my shirt, lightly pinching my nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
The head of the statue pushes harder against the fabric, almost entering my hot, wet pussy. Stopped by the fabric. In frustration, I pull the panties aside, pushing the head of the statue against my pussy again, the cold rock like substance in stark contract to the heat coming from between my legs.
Tugging my nipple, I push harder, gasping as the head penetrates me. I close my eyes, imagining Jesus there, between my legs, violating my most intimate spot.
Pushing harder, the statue enters me deeper, and my hand leaves my breast, moving down to my clit. I push my clit, massaging it gently, in circles, as I move the statue back and forth, deeper inside, then almost out. The difference in temperature between the statue and my pussy makes it uncomfortable, as well as highly noticeable. My mind cries out as I feel it penetrating me, noting every movement of it inside me.
In and out
In and out
I push my clit down, smashing it against my pubic bone and my finger, a slight cry escaping my lips.
Push it harder
Push it down
In and out
In and out
The statue, now covered in the juices from my soaked pussy, slides easier, feels better, no longer uncomfortable. I push it in deeper.
In and out
In and out
I thrust my hips forward, pushing it until it becomes uncomfortable, unable to get it in more. I rub my clit against my pelvic bone, tingles washing over me.
Rub it harder
Rub it faster
Run it harder
Rub it more
I settle into a rhythm, pulling the statue out then thrusting it back in. A moan escapes my throat, floating on the air with wet, slurping, naughty sounds coming from between my legs.
Push it in
Pull it out
Rub is harder
Feel it more
My mind goes wild, thrilling at the feel of Jesus penetrating me. I want him to feel me up. To cum inside me. To make me his.
Cum, please
Cum, please
Oh God, cum please!
I feel my mind emptying, as the pressure builds toward release. I feel my body tensing.
Building up
Building to climax
Building to bliss
Push it harder. Please. Put it in deeper. Let it cum inside me.
I feel my pussy tighten hungrily around the head of the statue as the pressure breaks. The statue of Jesus, deep inside my pussy, as orgasmic bliss washes over me.
I lay here, panting, shuddering, twitching weakly from the orgasm.
Thank you for showing me Jesus. He is a wonderful lover.
Maybe next time you could watch me "get off in the mighty name of Jesus Christ".
Amen.
Brotherly Love, Chapter 2 (Incest fantasy)
So, a brief introduction for everyone. Sorry, but this story isn't just going to be focused on the sex. No worries, I will include several hot and very graphic parts. Maybe not in this chapter, but in the overall story. I want to turn this into an actual story, of young love, and shame, and everything in between. Anyways, on with the story.
Chapter 2.
7/24/2014 3:06 PM
We held hands as we walked down the street, on the way to see the new Harry Potter movie, the Deathly Hallows.
"Seriously, why did they make it part 1? Why not make it into one movie, like every other one?" My brother asked, looking at me.
"Did you read the last book? I mean, there was so much in it. And look how much they cut out of the books in the other movies." I thought to myself, then realized he probably didn't finish it. While we may be very similar in many things, books were more of my thing, while movies were more of his.
"Yeah, well, just don't tell me there will be three or four movies for a single book." I glared at him. He knew better. "Yeah, yeah, I heard the announcements too. Still. I don't want to wait for the next one also." He said, pouting slightly.
"I know, I know. I am impatient too. But would you rather wait until part 2 comes out before you watch it?" I asked him, knowing what his answer would be. True to form, he threw me a "yeah right" look.
"You know, poor Ginny probably won't be there," I said, right in the middle of his "yeah right" look. Pitching my voice low, I said, "Oh Ginny. I love you. Your red hair, that fiery spirit."
"Hey!" He stated, glaring with indignation. "What about you?" Pitching his own voice high, he stated, "Oh Ron. I would love to run my fingers through that hair." Returning his voice to normal, he stated, "I have seen how you look at him, especially since his hair got longer. Maybe I should be jealous." He said, trying to put on his best jealous face.
We both burst out laughing.
"Oh silly, you know there is only one redhead in this world for me," I stated, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Just some harmless sibling teasing and tweaking.
We joked with each other more as we walked, talking about this and that on the way to the theater. We never realized that holding hands, giving each other friendly kisses on the cheek, and teasing each other about even our most intimate life, was that unusual. I guess not everyone has their own twin to relate to on the level we did, or the closeness we felt. It was all normal, brotherly and sisterly love for us.
7/24/2014 5:00 PM (End of chapter)
Chapter 2.
7/24/2014 3:06 PM
We held hands as we walked down the street, on the way to see the new Harry Potter movie, the Deathly Hallows.
"Seriously, why did they make it part 1? Why not make it into one movie, like every other one?" My brother asked, looking at me.
"Did you read the last book? I mean, there was so much in it. And look how much they cut out of the books in the other movies." I thought to myself, then realized he probably didn't finish it. While we may be very similar in many things, books were more of my thing, while movies were more of his.
"Yeah, well, just don't tell me there will be three or four movies for a single book." I glared at him. He knew better. "Yeah, yeah, I heard the announcements too. Still. I don't want to wait for the next one also." He said, pouting slightly.
"I know, I know. I am impatient too. But would you rather wait until part 2 comes out before you watch it?" I asked him, knowing what his answer would be. True to form, he threw me a "yeah right" look.
"You know, poor Ginny probably won't be there," I said, right in the middle of his "yeah right" look. Pitching my voice low, I said, "Oh Ginny. I love you. Your red hair, that fiery spirit."
"Hey!" He stated, glaring with indignation. "What about you?" Pitching his own voice high, he stated, "Oh Ron. I would love to run my fingers through that hair." Returning his voice to normal, he stated, "I have seen how you look at him, especially since his hair got longer. Maybe I should be jealous." He said, trying to put on his best jealous face.
We both burst out laughing.
"Oh silly, you know there is only one redhead in this world for me," I stated, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Just some harmless sibling teasing and tweaking.
We joked with each other more as we walked, talking about this and that on the way to the theater. We never realized that holding hands, giving each other friendly kisses on the cheek, and teasing each other about even our most intimate life, was that unusual. I guess not everyone has their own twin to relate to on the level we did, or the closeness we felt. It was all normal, brotherly and sisterly love for us.
7/24/2014 5:00 PM (End of chapter)
Brotherly Love (Incest fantasy)
So, I was looking at my last post, and realized that, it didn't really make much of a story. I like to keep track of some of the naughty things I write to people, but it seems more like a very short tease, and nothing really for anyone to pay much attention to. I feel like I owe my readers who may be into the incest thing.
So, a little more information about me. As many of you might already know, I am an only child. However, I have had sex with 5 of my male cousins, so not unfamiliar with the incest scene. I will write a longer story this time, sort of an expose. Instead of how I wrote my "Slow Motion Love" expose though, this one will be different. Every time I close the page, I will publish. I will write in chapters, but until I start the next chapter, or put "the end", I will keep writing. However, so you can see what was written where, before publishing or republishing, I will put the date and time. Then, you can see where I am, and when I finished something.
Anyways, on with the story (Later)
7/24/2014 11:54 AM
Chapter 1
We were born minutes apart. My brother at 2:21 AM, me at 2:28 AM. He still likes to tease me about how he is older than me.
We were fraternal twins. It is still funny when people ask us how a boy and a girl can be twins, and trying to explain how two different eggs are fertilized at the same time by two different sperm can cause a great deal of head scratching. In the end, I have learned to just say "We are non-identical twins".
Yet, we still share many similar features. My fiery red hair compared to his more copperish red hair. My freckles on my upper cheeks, compared to his freckles spaced more evenly on his face. While he is more of a beautiful boy, compared to me being more of a handsome girl. Either way, we attract alot of attention when we are out and about together, and there is no denying the family resemblance.
Growing up, our baby baths were in the same bath. Even as toddlers, we were bathed together. Until the point where boys and girls start noticing a difference between each other. Our baby clothes were shared, him sometimes dressed in pink, Minnie Mouse, and me sometimes dressed in blue, Micky Mouse clothes. As babies, it didn't really matter. As we grew older, I wore more of his clothes than the ones mom and dad bought for me. Me, the "Tomboy", him, the "girly boy". Somehow, even though we were different genders, our tastes always seemed to align. It made for easy Christmas shopping. Just buy a toy for one that the other would also like, and we would both wear it out.
We both loved singing and dancing. We both loved to catch Bubbles on The Powerpuff Girls, and see what Ed, Edd, and Eddy would do. Later, we both tried to catch the episodes of Drawn Together when the parents weren't around.
We watched our first musical together, hairspray, and watched what happens when the guy gets involved with The Girl Next Door. We cried our eyes out over how touching 50 First Dates was, and danced while singing along with Say My Name, daring each other to say the other's name.
We even watched our first "adult" video, stumbling around on the internet on the family computer, and realizing that boys parts and girls parts are matched in a certain way.
I guess that is what happened, that changed our relationship. You can only say a name while saying "Baby I love you", then watch a man stick his penis inside a girl, so much before other ideas come up.
We were best friends, and now we are more. How did it all happen?
7/24/2014 3:00 PM (Next, Chapter 2)
So, a little more information about me. As many of you might already know, I am an only child. However, I have had sex with 5 of my male cousins, so not unfamiliar with the incest scene. I will write a longer story this time, sort of an expose. Instead of how I wrote my "Slow Motion Love" expose though, this one will be different. Every time I close the page, I will publish. I will write in chapters, but until I start the next chapter, or put "the end", I will keep writing. However, so you can see what was written where, before publishing or republishing, I will put the date and time. Then, you can see where I am, and when I finished something.
Anyways, on with the story (Later)
7/24/2014 11:54 AM
Chapter 1
We were born minutes apart. My brother at 2:21 AM, me at 2:28 AM. He still likes to tease me about how he is older than me.
We were fraternal twins. It is still funny when people ask us how a boy and a girl can be twins, and trying to explain how two different eggs are fertilized at the same time by two different sperm can cause a great deal of head scratching. In the end, I have learned to just say "We are non-identical twins".
Yet, we still share many similar features. My fiery red hair compared to his more copperish red hair. My freckles on my upper cheeks, compared to his freckles spaced more evenly on his face. While he is more of a beautiful boy, compared to me being more of a handsome girl. Either way, we attract alot of attention when we are out and about together, and there is no denying the family resemblance.
Growing up, our baby baths were in the same bath. Even as toddlers, we were bathed together. Until the point where boys and girls start noticing a difference between each other. Our baby clothes were shared, him sometimes dressed in pink, Minnie Mouse, and me sometimes dressed in blue, Micky Mouse clothes. As babies, it didn't really matter. As we grew older, I wore more of his clothes than the ones mom and dad bought for me. Me, the "Tomboy", him, the "girly boy". Somehow, even though we were different genders, our tastes always seemed to align. It made for easy Christmas shopping. Just buy a toy for one that the other would also like, and we would both wear it out.
We both loved singing and dancing. We both loved to catch Bubbles on The Powerpuff Girls, and see what Ed, Edd, and Eddy would do. Later, we both tried to catch the episodes of Drawn Together when the parents weren't around.
We watched our first musical together, hairspray, and watched what happens when the guy gets involved with The Girl Next Door. We cried our eyes out over how touching 50 First Dates was, and danced while singing along with Say My Name, daring each other to say the other's name.
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?
We even watched our first "adult" video, stumbling around on the internet on the family computer, and realizing that boys parts and girls parts are matched in a certain way.
I guess that is what happened, that changed our relationship. You can only say a name while saying "Baby I love you", then watch a man stick his penis inside a girl, so much before other ideas come up.
We were best friends, and now we are more. How did it all happen?
7/24/2014 3:00 PM (Next, Chapter 2)
Friday, July 11, 2014
Brother, oh brother! (Fantasy written to someone)
So, someone wrote a message to me, and seems to like the whole brother/sister thing. To me, it doesn't seem that big of a deal. They are just a person. It is really only taboo and exciting because society says it is bad. When I lost my virginity to my cousin, it wasn't exciting because he was my cousin. And, well, we weren't completely aware of what we were doing, but that is another matter. So, I wrote this to someone who had a brother/sister fantasy going on. Sorry, it is short, and not a complete idea. Maybe I should write more on it sometime.
I watch you, in your room, holding my panties, stroking yourself. Peeking through your door, you naughty boy. What are you doing with my panties?
I watch, fascinated, finding myself getting a little warm. Why do I feel funny between my legs?
You are looking at something. What? Is that a picture of me? Holding my panties, rubbing it against your penis, looking at my picture?
So bad. Why am I so hot? My eyes stay glued to you. I know I shouldn't watch you, but I can't turn away. Fascinated, as you rub faster. I can imagine you, imagining me, while you masturbate. Shouldn't I feel disgusted, my brother thinking of me like that? Then why can't I look away?
So hot. I have the urge to reach down. To touch myself. Watching you, rubbing, eyes open, closed, open again. You do have a nice body. How come I never noticed that?
So hot. I feel wet. Why do I feel wet? Why does watching my brother, doing this, make me feel so hot, so wet?
(For those of you who feel this is just a little teasing, but not enough pleasing, I am trying to make it up to you by writing an entire story around brother/sister love)
I watch you, in your room, holding my panties, stroking yourself. Peeking through your door, you naughty boy. What are you doing with my panties?
I watch, fascinated, finding myself getting a little warm. Why do I feel funny between my legs?
You are looking at something. What? Is that a picture of me? Holding my panties, rubbing it against your penis, looking at my picture?
So bad. Why am I so hot? My eyes stay glued to you. I know I shouldn't watch you, but I can't turn away. Fascinated, as you rub faster. I can imagine you, imagining me, while you masturbate. Shouldn't I feel disgusted, my brother thinking of me like that? Then why can't I look away?
So hot. I have the urge to reach down. To touch myself. Watching you, rubbing, eyes open, closed, open again. You do have a nice body. How come I never noticed that?
So hot. I feel wet. Why do I feel wet? Why does watching my brother, doing this, make me feel so hot, so wet?
(For those of you who feel this is just a little teasing, but not enough pleasing, I am trying to make it up to you by writing an entire story around brother/sister love)
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