So, since EP has been eating my stories more and more, I wanted to post this one here before it got gobbled up by the "Violates community guidelines" monster.
Someone wanted to share his story about a loved one he lost from cancer. He asked me to write a story for him. I wrote it from my perspective, and he loved it. It is posted on my experienceproject account, but since EP seems to keep deleting my stories on there, I have decided to also post here so it won't end up in the trash, like some of my other writings.
While I too have lost people I love to cancer, I am writing this up for a friend here on EP. Please give credit to imabeaker, this is his story that I wrote based on his personal experience (from a woman's point of view):
Looking so weak and fragile, my friend pulled me aside one day. “I don’t have much more time.”
“I know, don’t think about that. Just try to think about happy things.” I replied.
We had been friends for a long time, but she was dying. She had Lymphoma, and could not last much longer. The doctors thought she would probably be gone within the week.
“I am thinking about happy things. I am thinking about her.”
She explained to me. She was a lesbian, and had met someone online. They chatted infrequently, but my friend had fallen in love. She then made a request that would change my life forever.
“She has never seen me, so does not know what I look like. I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to be happy, and I know you and her would get along great together. I know you well enough to know, you would probably love her too.”
I was crushed. I didn't know what to say, how to respond. It broke my heart to think about her love never knowing what happened to my friend. At the same time, I understood. I would rather someone I love not have her heart broken. Reluctantly, I wrote down her user names and passwords. I asked her what they talked about, what she liked. It was heartwarming to see the smile as my friend thought about her love and discussed the details. It was heartbreaking to know that their love would end, and I would have to take her place.
A week later, she passed away.
After the funeral, I sat down, logging on to her account, seeing what they would say to each other, how they talked to each other. The time came when I got a chat request. My heart beat rapidly as I responded. We talked for a while, then disconnected.
Eventually, we started talking more. First, once a month, twice a month, three times a month. Finally, we were talking every night. After about a year and a half, I realized I had fallen in love with her.
We hit a point where we decided to meet. Six months later, I flew out to New York City to meet this other woman that I had spent the last two years chatting with, getting to know, face to face for the first time.
She was twenty-five, still a virgin. One look and I could see that we both truly loved each other. We chatted, talking about different things, relating events we knew about already, and just getting used to looking into each other’s eyes, instead of reading each other’s text.
That night, we stayed at her house and made love. We have been in love ever since, our one desire, one love, for each other.
I still think about my friend every time, and hope she knows that I have found happiness. And it was all thanks to her. I just wish it did not come at such a high cost.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 10 (Incest fantasy)
Soon, the spying took a back seat, and the teasing started.
One day as I came out of my room to go take a shower, I caught him just as he left the bathroom.
Instead of having the towel wrapped around him, he had it flung over one shoulder, leaving the rest of him completely exposed.
My breath caught and I gasped slightly. I studied his tight stomach, almost a six pack, but not quite, and toned legs. His ass was nicely rounded, and firm. I had to stop myself from trying to reach out and slap itslightly.
I stared at his back, transfixed, as he started walking down the hall. I loved his back. A flat stretch of skin, so smooth. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands down it.
In my mind's eye, I could still see his penis, halfway between soft and hard.
Our mom walked into the hall as he was still strutting down in, completely naked.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked at him. "Get in your room now young man!"
His step faltered, and he almost leapt into his room. I burst out laughing.
She glanced at me, then returned her focus to him.
"What do you think you are doing, walking around naked? What has gotten into you?" she asked through the door. Well, if the demanding tone could actually mean it was a question.
From inside came his shaky voice. "Sorry mom. I thought I would be back in my room before anyone got out."
"Don't do it again. That is why you have a towel, to cover your...bits...up. And your sister was right there!" She was shrieking again.
I walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay mom. Not like I haven't seen my brother naked many times." Fortunately, she didn't bother glancing at me, instead choosing to continue to glare at the door.
"He is to old for you to still be seeing naked. You are a lady." Raising her voice, she repeated herself for my brother. "Your sister is a lady now, and shouldn't be seeing that. So shameful!"
Our parents had the mentality that the human body was to be covered. Even naked babies offended them. Sex was bad. Males only had one thing on their mind. Blah blah blah. One reason when we would watch porn we would do it while they were away and in our own rooms.
"It's okay mom," I said, trying to calm her down. I chuckled a little. "It's not like I have never seen a naked guy before."
I knew it was a mistake the moment the words came out of my mouth.
"What!?" she shrieked. "What did you do?" The accusation in her tone immediately put me on the defensive, and rose my own temper.
"There are pictures all over the internet. I live with a brother and a father. There was even a guy who went streaking that one game. Comon. There is nothing wrong with people being naked." The more I talked, the more she glared. The more she glared, the less sure of myself I became.
The rest of the argument didn't go very well, and pretty soon became pretty one sided, with her lecturing me on why clothes were invented, how I would never see a guy naked until I was married, and a few more things. I lost track of it after a while.
Fortunately, dad saved me. After getting home from work, he must have immediately heard mom yelling and lecturing, because after only a minute or so of the door opening, he was there at the end of the hall.
Once mom told him what happened, followed by what I said, he properly assessed the situation.
"Okay dear. I think she has had enough." He turned to me with an amused smile. "You, stop looking at naked guys. Your mom is right, guys tend to think with the wrong parts of their body. You need to be careful of that."
He opened my brothers door and walked in. By now my brother probably had his shorts on. "As for you, I know this is your house too, but please remember that other people live here. You can walk around in whatever you want once you have your own place, but you need to respect our wishes since we also live here. Got it?"
"Yes," came the answer from the room.
I had always loved how dad took mom's outbursts, and defined them in a way that made sense. Oh, mom was great. But when she was upset, she tended to go off and later regret it. To mom, it was that her son was walking around naked in front of others. To dad, it was respecting the boundaries of the people you live with.
Even now, I could see mom look a little guilty for her outburst. To make her feel better, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug.
"No worries mom. I know to be careful with guys. Anyways, since I don't even have a boyfriend, it doesn't matter much." The look of relief that washed over her face made it worth it.
"I know," she replied, followed by a mumbled "sorry" towards my brothers room.
Then, turning towards my brother, she told him,"I know you always look out for your sister. It just surprised me that you would walk around naked in front of her. I guess it wasn't a big deal, but I expect you to watch out for her so she doesn't get in any boy trouble."
With that, she went to her own room.
Dad stayed and caught up with my brother a bit while I went to take my shower. Sadly, mom's outburst killed the mood, so I just washed up and got out, making sure that I was totally and completely covered as I walked through the hall.
The outburst of course didn't change anything, except maybe for us being more careful when our parents were around.
11/5/2014 1:43 PM (More to come for chapter 10)
When our parents were home, we acted like our old selves. However, when they weren't home, a change came over the house.
I found myself wearing more v-cut tops and skirts. More light dresses. More short shorts. I even found myself wearing thongs, which I hate.
He started wearing shorts and tank tops, or just walking around with no shirt on at all.
Our dress slowly bled over to our normal clothes, and mom started remarking on how much skin I showed. Oh, no v-necks or short skirts around our parents, but definitely more summer dresses. It was summer after all! More shoulder or spaghetti strap tops. Slightly longer shorts.
For some reason though, she seemed to approve of my brothers slowly changing wardrobe. One time I overhead my mom telling my dad that he must have a girlfriend or something. I giggled a little thinking about that.
I rushed home, dragging my brother along behind me.
"What is your hurry," he said, sounding slightly irritated.
"I skipped one of my classes and did some shopping."
He stopped dead. "You skipped a class? What?"
I signed. "It's fine. It was just art, and I have already finished my project, so I don't need to worry about the stupid class until the end of the week."
I pulled on his hand, and he came along, apparently satisfied with my answer.
We got home, breathing a little heavy, and I ran immediately into my room to change, refusing to let him see it on the way home. I wanted to surprise him.
I spent an hour putting on my makeup, working on my disheveled hair, and getting myself ready to show it off.
I could see the door handle turn occasionally. We had gotten so used to spying on each other, it was strange to have the door locked on you.
"Stay out. I am getting changed!"
He didn't bother to answer back that I never lock the door when I am getting changed. After all, our spying game only worked if we didn't say it out loud.
After finally being ready, I opened the door a crack.
I yelled down the hall, "Go in the living room and sit on the couch. And NO PEEKING!"
After I heard his door close and had given him a few more minutes to get ready, I stepped out.
As I entered the living room, I could see him sitting there getting impatient. I thought about teasing him more, but decided not to. "Okay, open your eyes."
His eyes popped open, then popped as a loud gasp escaped him. (In case you want to see the dress I have in mind, please see here, which I saw in a store the other day and soooooo wanted!)
11/6/2014 3:57 PM (No, not the end of the chapter)
"I...I...um," he sputtered, followed by an audible gulp. "Wow!" he got out at last. "But, what is that for?"
"You and me are going out tonight. A nice dinner, a movie. Didn't you hear mom and dad at all this morning?"
He smiled weakly. "No, sorry." I didn't think so. He had been too busy staring up my skirt as I bent down to get the milk out of the refrigerator when they announced it.
"They are out of town for a couple days. I guess they decided to leave for their honeymoon." I laughed as his face turned bright red. He had forgotten, like normal. "They left us some money and they left you the car keys." I walked into the kitchen and went to grab the keys. As I tried to grab them, I accidentally knocked them off.
Grumbling to make it seem like I didn't do it on purpose, I bent over, feeling the dress ride up. It rode up past the base of my ass, showing off my thong and my panties, covering my now wet pussy lips.
I glanced back slightly to find his eyes glued to me. I had thought about leaving off the panties, but I didn't want to push it too far.
11/6/2014 4:22 PM (Still more to go for chapter 10)
I didn't spend too much time like that. After all, I didn't want to make it obvious.
"I have never been on a date before. I know you are my brother, but we can still have a date. A pretend date." I told him after I had turned around and walked back over. "Please?"
He looked up slowly, staring at my legs, eyes following my flesh until it disappeared under the short dress. He stared at the bottom of my dress, no doubt imagining what was hidden from him, and finally his eyes traveled up again.
They paused again at my chest, as he studied my breasts. Standing up, his eyes fell down, taking in the better view of my cleavage.
Finally, after realizing he was looking me over like a piece of meat, instead of like his loving sister, he looked into my eyes.
Holding out his arm, he answered my question finally. "It would be my honor."
11/6/2014 4:47 PM (This chapter will be longer than others, so still more to go)
(Yes, yes, almost a month since I worked on the chapter. Now you can see how me and my writing work, so you understand why normally a story isn't published until it is ready to go)
"Not like that silly." I gently chided him.
"Huh? he asked, looking down at himself. "What?"
I sighed. "We are supposed to be on a date. Our outfits don't fit together." I motioned down my outfit, hands in front, angled down, pointing out how the dress looked. I then motioned down his outfit, still in his jeans and t-shirt. "We don't fit."
He continued to stand there, so I walked over to him, gently tugging on his shirt. "Go change." When he didn't move, I pulled upward, forcibly taking his shirt off. "Go change now!" I told him, arching my eyebrows like mom did so well.
It didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Oh, I got his shirt off all right, but he just stood there. And, I must admit, he stood there looking good with his shirt off.
I moved close to him, looking him in the eyes, bringing my face within inches of his. "Please?" I asked. Our lips were so close, I could feel his breath again mine. All the sudden, my knees went week, and I was captivated looking deep into his eyes, feeling his warm breath against my lips.
I stood so captivated that I wasn't even aware of my lips parting slightly. Not willing it, my eyes slid closed and my arms went around him. He must have been lost in the heat of the moment too, because his lips pressed against mine, just for an instant.
It was enough to bring us both back to reality.
Watching your brother was one thing. But...this seemed like it was too much.
Breathless, I stood back, gazing at him. His eyes turned down sheepishly, and he actually blushed.
As the tension continued, I felt I had to do something. "Now I need to go fix my lipstick." I told him. It was hard, very hard, to break my eyes away from his beautiful face, not that I would tell my brother that!, but I did, stepping behind him, giving him a push. "And you need to go get ready. Now!"
I giggled slightly as he jumped a bit and started rushing towards his bedroom. Unfortunately, that seemed to break whatever hold I had on him. He looking back at me, no doubt hoping to catch me giggling, then slowly sauntered off to his room, not even bothering to close the door.
As I walked past, I noticed him in front of his closet, stripped down to his underwear. I could swear he smiled more after I peeked into his room than before.
12/3/2014 1:15 PM (I promise I will try to at least get this chapter done today. Lets see if I will succeed)
I felt my heart beating fast as I checked my lipstick, retouched my makeup. I felt his lips, pressed against mine. I knew I had a crush on my brother by now. I had accepted this fact a long time ago. But, why did my stomach feel like it was doing flips? Why did I find myself flushing and giddy? I had lived with my brother all my life, why did I feel so light headed about just going on a date with him?
Finally, ready to go, I grabbed the car keys and threw them to him, trying to settle myself.
"So, what will we do for our date?" he asked me. I searched his face for any hint of sarcasm and found none.
Nodding, content that he wasn't being at least a little sarcastic about it, I answered him. "Well, since we are dressed nice, we can't do anything too adventurous. How about a nice dinner and a movie?"
"Which movie," he asked, eyeing me.
"I will let you pick." I told him. He smiled at that. I didn't want to ruin it by forcing him to go see a movie I wanted. At least I would finally get to go on a date. I just wish my stomach would settle. I felt a little nauseous. How strange.
We hopped in the car and put on the seat belts. The belt snugged across my chest, pulling the outfit down a bit. He looked over at me, and couldn't seem to take his eyes off my cleavage.
My dress also pulled up a bit, showing my legs way above mid-thigh. He reached over and put his hand on my upper leg. His touch felt hot. So hot. I gulped. I didn't know what was coming over me. I couldn't seem to think straight. Finally, my mind gathered itself, and I pulled the top of my dress back in place, no longer in danger of my breasts slipping out. That seemed to break his trance, and he pulled his hand back. My mischievous side sprung up, and I thought about pulling the dress up higher, but decided against it. This was supposed to be a date, not another time where we teased each other. Instead, I decided to leave it, letting at least this mischievous impulse win.
"So, date rules," I told him. "I want a real date. So, I want to go to that new French restaurant on the other side of town. No one there to recognize us. Today, you are my boyfriend. Got it?"
He chuckled a bit, but with good humor. "Yes. I got it."
"And you are my boyfriend for tonight. But don't get fresh!"
He laughed at that, and I could tell he was feeling more at ease. I hadn't even realized how tense he was.
We drove across town and listened to the radio. For some reason, I didn't feel much like talking. I might have helped put him at ease, but my stomach was still doing flips. We arrived at the restaurant, and he got out to open the door for me, offering me his hand. I felt like I was a princess. I found myself forgetting he was my brother, feeling like we were on a real date. Me and my boyfriend. It was scary how easy that transitioned, but I stopped worrying about it, and started letting myself get lost in the feeling.
I took his hand as he led me out of the car, and we walked up to the restaurant arms entwined, hand grasping hand. I let my head rest against his shoulder as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance.
He held the door open for me, and we went in, greeted and brought to a seat. Sitting across from each other, I kept finding myself watching his lips, as he silently moved them while looking at the different menu items.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked me. I squeaked, realizing I was staring, and buried my face in my menu.
"I will take this," I told him, lowering the menu and pointing at it. I let him give our orders, and I avoided his eyes.
We talked a little while waiting for the food, but spent most of the time just looking around. We had never been to a place like this before, and it was new to both of us. We watched servers walking around with trays of food, each one looking different than the others. Some looked yummy, while others looked scary.
Eventually our food arrived and we started eating. The meal was a bit awkward, and I wondered to myself if all dates went like this. Imagine having a date with someone you don't even know that well? I thought to myself.
As we ate, we started talking again. Just small chat, nothing special. I started looking into his eyes, watching him eat. As I finished my food, I found myself getting up and sitting down on his side.
"You are doing it wrong," I told him.
I grabbed his fork out of his hand and put some food on it, careful not to rip the delicate skin around it. Bringing it to his lips, I push gently, popping it into his mouth, my own mouth opening as I watched his lips surround it, as I watched it slide inside.
I felt my pulse speeding up, my breath quicken. I lost myself in feeding him, wiping his mouth when sauce leaked from the corner.
I gave up. I didn't care. I put the fork on the place and leaned forward, parting my lips, wanting his kiss.
He hesitated, so I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips closed over mine, a closed lip kiss. I felt the warm breath from his nose on my cheek, and ran my fingers through his hair. Our lips parted, and our breath intermingled.
12/3/2014 2:18 PM (I am thinking of breaking this chapter into two, for one there is alot of material to cover, and for another, the tone will change drastically towards the end of the date. But, this is not the end, I will at least wait until after dinner to split.)
Opening our mouths further, his tongue started probing my mouth, A thrill shot through me at this, and my mind went blank. We became one, our tongues exploring each other. We never even thought of the fact that we were brother and sister. Here, in this place, we were two people, exploring each other.
Our kiss ended with a loud clearing of a throat behind us. I turned and saw the waiter, holding out the check, and glaring at us in disapproval.
I gave him my frostiest look, which rolled right off of him. "Guess he isn't a fan of PDA," I mumbled under my breath.
"What," my brother asked me.
"Nevermind." I grumped.
The magic was lost. I went back to my side of the table and we finished our meal. But, I could feel familiar tingles of lust still running between my legs. My heart was beating rapidly. It no longer mattered that he was my brother. The pure thrill of kissing a boy, and the thrill of kissing a boy forbidden to me, was enough to make me feel intoxicated, giddy, and even more nauseous.
We finished our meal and payed the bill. We both winced at the price. And at the outrageous, already added in our bill, gratuity. "Gratuity my ass," I mumbled. "Did you see how he looked at us? That glare? Why should we pay for that?"
My brother chuckled, like he always does when my temper heats up. At least when not directed at him. I threw him a glare for good measure. Just for the chuckle.
12/3/2014 4:03 PM (Okay, okay, I am ending the chapter. Look for the next chapter, coming soon to a dirty blog near you.)
One day as I came out of my room to go take a shower, I caught him just as he left the bathroom.
Instead of having the towel wrapped around him, he had it flung over one shoulder, leaving the rest of him completely exposed.
My breath caught and I gasped slightly. I studied his tight stomach, almost a six pack, but not quite, and toned legs. His ass was nicely rounded, and firm. I had to stop myself from trying to reach out and slap it
I stared at his back, transfixed, as he started walking down the hall. I loved his back. A flat stretch of skin, so smooth. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands down it.
In my mind's eye, I could still see his penis, halfway between soft and hard.
Our mom walked into the hall as he was still strutting down in, completely naked.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked at him. "Get in your room now young man!"
His step faltered, and he almost leapt into his room. I burst out laughing.
She glanced at me, then returned her focus to him.
"What do you think you are doing, walking around naked? What has gotten into you?" she asked through the door. Well, if the demanding tone could actually mean it was a question.
From inside came his shaky voice. "Sorry mom. I thought I would be back in my room before anyone got out."
"Don't do it again. That is why you have a towel, to cover your...bits...up. And your sister was right there!" She was shrieking again.
I walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay mom. Not like I haven't seen my brother naked many times." Fortunately, she didn't bother glancing at me, instead choosing to continue to glare at the door.
"He is to old for you to still be seeing naked. You are a lady." Raising her voice, she repeated herself for my brother. "Your sister is a lady now, and shouldn't be seeing that. So shameful!"
Our parents had the mentality that the human body was to be covered. Even naked babies offended them. Sex was bad. Males only had one thing on their mind. Blah blah blah. One reason when we would watch porn we would do it while they were away and in our own rooms.
"It's okay mom," I said, trying to calm her down. I chuckled a little. "It's not like I have never seen a naked guy before."
I knew it was a mistake the moment the words came out of my mouth.
"What!?" she shrieked. "What did you do?" The accusation in her tone immediately put me on the defensive, and rose my own temper.
"There are pictures all over the internet. I live with a brother and a father. There was even a guy who went streaking that one game. Comon. There is nothing wrong with people being naked." The more I talked, the more she glared. The more she glared, the less sure of myself I became.
The rest of the argument didn't go very well, and pretty soon became pretty one sided, with her lecturing me on why clothes were invented, how I would never see a guy naked until I was married, and a few more things. I lost track of it after a while.
Fortunately, dad saved me. After getting home from work, he must have immediately heard mom yelling and lecturing, because after only a minute or so of the door opening, he was there at the end of the hall.
Once mom told him what happened, followed by what I said, he properly assessed the situation.
"Okay dear. I think she has had enough." He turned to me with an amused smile. "You, stop looking at naked guys. Your mom is right, guys tend to think with the wrong parts of their body. You need to be careful of that."
He opened my brothers door and walked in. By now my brother probably had his shorts on. "As for you, I know this is your house too, but please remember that other people live here. You can walk around in whatever you want once you have your own place, but you need to respect our wishes since we also live here. Got it?"
"Yes," came the answer from the room.
I had always loved how dad took mom's outbursts, and defined them in a way that made sense. Oh, mom was great. But when she was upset, she tended to go off and later regret it. To mom, it was that her son was walking around naked in front of others. To dad, it was respecting the boundaries of the people you live with.
Even now, I could see mom look a little guilty for her outburst. To make her feel better, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug.
"No worries mom. I know to be careful with guys. Anyways, since I don't even have a boyfriend, it doesn't matter much." The look of relief that washed over her face made it worth it.
"I know," she replied, followed by a mumbled "sorry" towards my brothers room.
Then, turning towards my brother, she told him,"I know you always look out for your sister. It just surprised me that you would walk around naked in front of her. I guess it wasn't a big deal, but I expect you to watch out for her so she doesn't get in any boy trouble."
With that, she went to her own room.
Dad stayed and caught up with my brother a bit while I went to take my shower. Sadly, mom's outburst killed the mood, so I just washed up and got out, making sure that I was totally and completely covered as I walked through the hall.
The outburst of course didn't change anything, except maybe for us being more careful when our parents were around.
11/5/2014 1:43 PM (More to come for chapter 10)
When our parents were home, we acted like our old selves. However, when they weren't home, a change came over the house.
I found myself wearing more v-cut tops and skirts. More light dresses. More short shorts. I even found myself wearing thongs, which I hate.
He started wearing shorts and tank tops, or just walking around with no shirt on at all.
Our dress slowly bled over to our normal clothes, and mom started remarking on how much skin I showed. Oh, no v-necks or short skirts around our parents, but definitely more summer dresses. It was summer after all! More shoulder or spaghetti strap tops. Slightly longer shorts.
For some reason though, she seemed to approve of my brothers slowly changing wardrobe. One time I overhead my mom telling my dad that he must have a girlfriend or something. I giggled a little thinking about that.
I rushed home, dragging my brother along behind me.
"What is your hurry," he said, sounding slightly irritated.
"I skipped one of my classes and did some shopping."
He stopped dead. "You skipped a class? What?"
I signed. "It's fine. It was just art, and I have already finished my project, so I don't need to worry about the stupid class until the end of the week."
I pulled on his hand, and he came along, apparently satisfied with my answer.
We got home, breathing a little heavy, and I ran immediately into my room to change, refusing to let him see it on the way home. I wanted to surprise him.
I spent an hour putting on my makeup, working on my disheveled hair, and getting myself ready to show it off.
I could see the door handle turn occasionally. We had gotten so used to spying on each other, it was strange to have the door locked on you.
"Stay out. I am getting changed!"
He didn't bother to answer back that I never lock the door when I am getting changed. After all, our spying game only worked if we didn't say it out loud.
After finally being ready, I opened the door a crack.
I yelled down the hall, "Go in the living room and sit on the couch. And NO PEEKING!"
After I heard his door close and had given him a few more minutes to get ready, I stepped out.
As I entered the living room, I could see him sitting there getting impatient. I thought about teasing him more, but decided not to. "Okay, open your eyes."
His eyes popped open, then popped as a loud gasp escaped him. (In case you want to see the dress I have in mind, please see here, which I saw in a store the other day and soooooo wanted!)
11/6/2014 3:57 PM (No, not the end of the chapter)
"I...I...um," he sputtered, followed by an audible gulp. "Wow!" he got out at last. "But, what is that for?"
"You and me are going out tonight. A nice dinner, a movie. Didn't you hear mom and dad at all this morning?"
He smiled weakly. "No, sorry." I didn't think so. He had been too busy staring up my skirt as I bent down to get the milk out of the refrigerator when they announced it.
"They are out of town for a couple days. I guess they decided to leave for their honeymoon." I laughed as his face turned bright red. He had forgotten, like normal. "They left us some money and they left you the car keys." I walked into the kitchen and went to grab the keys. As I tried to grab them, I accidentally knocked them off.
Grumbling to make it seem like I didn't do it on purpose, I bent over, feeling the dress ride up. It rode up past the base of my ass, showing off my thong and my panties, covering my now wet pussy lips.
I glanced back slightly to find his eyes glued to me. I had thought about leaving off the panties, but I didn't want to push it too far.
11/6/2014 4:22 PM (Still more to go for chapter 10)
I didn't spend too much time like that. After all, I didn't want to make it obvious.
"I have never been on a date before. I know you are my brother, but we can still have a date. A pretend date." I told him after I had turned around and walked back over. "Please?"
He looked up slowly, staring at my legs, eyes following my flesh until it disappeared under the short dress. He stared at the bottom of my dress, no doubt imagining what was hidden from him, and finally his eyes traveled up again.
They paused again at my chest, as he studied my breasts. Standing up, his eyes fell down, taking in the better view of my cleavage.
Finally, after realizing he was looking me over like a piece of meat, instead of like his loving sister, he looked into my eyes.
Holding out his arm, he answered my question finally. "It would be my honor."
11/6/2014 4:47 PM (This chapter will be longer than others, so still more to go)
(Yes, yes, almost a month since I worked on the chapter. Now you can see how me and my writing work, so you understand why normally a story isn't published until it is ready to go)
"Not like that silly." I gently chided him.
"Huh? he asked, looking down at himself. "What?"
I sighed. "We are supposed to be on a date. Our outfits don't fit together." I motioned down my outfit, hands in front, angled down, pointing out how the dress looked. I then motioned down his outfit, still in his jeans and t-shirt. "We don't fit."
He continued to stand there, so I walked over to him, gently tugging on his shirt. "Go change." When he didn't move, I pulled upward, forcibly taking his shirt off. "Go change now!" I told him, arching my eyebrows like mom did so well.
It didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Oh, I got his shirt off all right, but he just stood there. And, I must admit, he stood there looking good with his shirt off.
I moved close to him, looking him in the eyes, bringing my face within inches of his. "Please?" I asked. Our lips were so close, I could feel his breath again mine. All the sudden, my knees went week, and I was captivated looking deep into his eyes, feeling his warm breath against my lips.
I stood so captivated that I wasn't even aware of my lips parting slightly. Not willing it, my eyes slid closed and my arms went around him. He must have been lost in the heat of the moment too, because his lips pressed against mine, just for an instant.
It was enough to bring us both back to reality.
Watching your brother was one thing. But...this seemed like it was too much.
Breathless, I stood back, gazing at him. His eyes turned down sheepishly, and he actually blushed.
As the tension continued, I felt I had to do something. "Now I need to go fix my lipstick." I told him. It was hard, very hard, to break my eyes away from his beautiful face, not that I would tell my brother that!, but I did, stepping behind him, giving him a push. "And you need to go get ready. Now!"
I giggled slightly as he jumped a bit and started rushing towards his bedroom. Unfortunately, that seemed to break whatever hold I had on him. He looking back at me, no doubt hoping to catch me giggling, then slowly sauntered off to his room, not even bothering to close the door.
As I walked past, I noticed him in front of his closet, stripped down to his underwear. I could swear he smiled more after I peeked into his room than before.
12/3/2014 1:15 PM (I promise I will try to at least get this chapter done today. Lets see if I will succeed)
I felt my heart beating fast as I checked my lipstick, retouched my makeup. I felt his lips, pressed against mine. I knew I had a crush on my brother by now. I had accepted this fact a long time ago. But, why did my stomach feel like it was doing flips? Why did I find myself flushing and giddy? I had lived with my brother all my life, why did I feel so light headed about just going on a date with him?
Finally, ready to go, I grabbed the car keys and threw them to him, trying to settle myself.
"So, what will we do for our date?" he asked me. I searched his face for any hint of sarcasm and found none.
Nodding, content that he wasn't being at least a little sarcastic about it, I answered him. "Well, since we are dressed nice, we can't do anything too adventurous. How about a nice dinner and a movie?"
"Which movie," he asked, eyeing me.
"I will let you pick." I told him. He smiled at that. I didn't want to ruin it by forcing him to go see a movie I wanted. At least I would finally get to go on a date. I just wish my stomach would settle. I felt a little nauseous. How strange.
We hopped in the car and put on the seat belts. The belt snugged across my chest, pulling the outfit down a bit. He looked over at me, and couldn't seem to take his eyes off my cleavage.
My dress also pulled up a bit, showing my legs way above mid-thigh. He reached over and put his hand on my upper leg. His touch felt hot. So hot. I gulped. I didn't know what was coming over me. I couldn't seem to think straight. Finally, my mind gathered itself, and I pulled the top of my dress back in place, no longer in danger of my breasts slipping out. That seemed to break his trance, and he pulled his hand back. My mischievous side sprung up, and I thought about pulling the dress up higher, but decided against it. This was supposed to be a date, not another time where we teased each other. Instead, I decided to leave it, letting at least this mischievous impulse win.
"So, date rules," I told him. "I want a real date. So, I want to go to that new French restaurant on the other side of town. No one there to recognize us. Today, you are my boyfriend. Got it?"
He chuckled a bit, but with good humor. "Yes. I got it."
"And you are my boyfriend for tonight. But don't get fresh!"
He laughed at that, and I could tell he was feeling more at ease. I hadn't even realized how tense he was.
We drove across town and listened to the radio. For some reason, I didn't feel much like talking. I might have helped put him at ease, but my stomach was still doing flips. We arrived at the restaurant, and he got out to open the door for me, offering me his hand. I felt like I was a princess. I found myself forgetting he was my brother, feeling like we were on a real date. Me and my boyfriend. It was scary how easy that transitioned, but I stopped worrying about it, and started letting myself get lost in the feeling.
I took his hand as he led me out of the car, and we walked up to the restaurant arms entwined, hand grasping hand. I let my head rest against his shoulder as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance.
He held the door open for me, and we went in, greeted and brought to a seat. Sitting across from each other, I kept finding myself watching his lips, as he silently moved them while looking at the different menu items.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked me. I squeaked, realizing I was staring, and buried my face in my menu.
"I will take this," I told him, lowering the menu and pointing at it. I let him give our orders, and I avoided his eyes.
We talked a little while waiting for the food, but spent most of the time just looking around. We had never been to a place like this before, and it was new to both of us. We watched servers walking around with trays of food, each one looking different than the others. Some looked yummy, while others looked scary.
Eventually our food arrived and we started eating. The meal was a bit awkward, and I wondered to myself if all dates went like this. Imagine having a date with someone you don't even know that well? I thought to myself.
As we ate, we started talking again. Just small chat, nothing special. I started looking into his eyes, watching him eat. As I finished my food, I found myself getting up and sitting down on his side.
"You are doing it wrong," I told him.
I grabbed his fork out of his hand and put some food on it, careful not to rip the delicate skin around it. Bringing it to his lips, I push gently, popping it into his mouth, my own mouth opening as I watched his lips surround it, as I watched it slide inside.
I felt my pulse speeding up, my breath quicken. I lost myself in feeding him, wiping his mouth when sauce leaked from the corner.
I gave up. I didn't care. I put the fork on the place and leaned forward, parting my lips, wanting his kiss.
He hesitated, so I put my hand behind his head and gently pulled. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips closed over mine, a closed lip kiss. I felt the warm breath from his nose on my cheek, and ran my fingers through his hair. Our lips parted, and our breath intermingled.
12/3/2014 2:18 PM (I am thinking of breaking this chapter into two, for one there is alot of material to cover, and for another, the tone will change drastically towards the end of the date. But, this is not the end, I will at least wait until after dinner to split.)
Opening our mouths further, his tongue started probing my mouth, A thrill shot through me at this, and my mind went blank. We became one, our tongues exploring each other. We never even thought of the fact that we were brother and sister. Here, in this place, we were two people, exploring each other.
Our kiss ended with a loud clearing of a throat behind us. I turned and saw the waiter, holding out the check, and glaring at us in disapproval.
I gave him my frostiest look, which rolled right off of him. "Guess he isn't a fan of PDA," I mumbled under my breath.
"What," my brother asked me.
"Nevermind." I grumped.
The magic was lost. I went back to my side of the table and we finished our meal. But, I could feel familiar tingles of lust still running between my legs. My heart was beating rapidly. It no longer mattered that he was my brother. The pure thrill of kissing a boy, and the thrill of kissing a boy forbidden to me, was enough to make me feel intoxicated, giddy, and even more nauseous.
We finished our meal and payed the bill. We both winced at the price. And at the outrageous, already added in our bill, gratuity. "Gratuity my ass," I mumbled. "Did you see how he looked at us? That glare? Why should we pay for that?"
My brother chuckled, like he always does when my temper heats up. At least when not directed at him. I threw him a glare for good measure. Just for the chuckle.
12/3/2014 4:03 PM (Okay, okay, I am ending the chapter. Look for the next chapter, coming soon to a dirty blog near you.)
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
I am still around
Hello all. Sorry, I have just been doing completely different stuff lately, so haven't been around much.
For my current story, no worries, I know pretty much how each chapter will go, I just haven't written it up yet. But, last night, as I tried to go to sleep, I kept picturing it in my head.
The good news is, lately, I have been feeling frisky again. The last couple nights, after a nice shower, as my husband has been taking his shower, I have stepped out on the balcony, completely naked, feeling my all too familiar tingles. So, guess that means I should be back to writing soon. What can I say, I tend to write naughty little stories more when I am in a naughty mood. Harder to write stories when I am not in the right mood...
I would also love it if you left me comments below. Remember, you can comment anonymously if you don't feel comfortable leaving a name. I would love to hear what you think of my stories so far, and, if you have any thoughts about what I should do. Maybe I could even take some stories and create alternate versions tailored to my readers hopes.
For my current story, no worries, I know pretty much how each chapter will go, I just haven't written it up yet. But, last night, as I tried to go to sleep, I kept picturing it in my head.
The good news is, lately, I have been feeling frisky again. The last couple nights, after a nice shower, as my husband has been taking his shower, I have stepped out on the balcony, completely naked, feeling my all too familiar tingles. So, guess that means I should be back to writing soon. What can I say, I tend to write naughty little stories more when I am in a naughty mood. Harder to write stories when I am not in the right mood...
I would also love it if you left me comments below. Remember, you can comment anonymously if you don't feel comfortable leaving a name. I would love to hear what you think of my stories so far, and, if you have any thoughts about what I should do. Maybe I could even take some stories and create alternate versions tailored to my readers hopes.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
A little casual sex music
So, love this song:
But, it is no fun. Why does YouTube not have an uncensored section?
If you would like an uncensored version, you can go to vimeo.
I have had more than once casual lovers.
Read more: My Darkest Days - Casual Sex Lyrics | MetroLyrics
But, it is no fun. Why does YouTube not have an uncensored section?
If you would like an uncensored version, you can go to vimeo.
I have had more than once casual lovers.
You'll never meet my mom,
Strings will never be attached,
We'll always get along,
'Cause it doesn't have to last,
Anytime I call you, you don't have to call me back,
I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch.
Strings will never be attached,
We'll always get along,
'Cause it doesn't have to last,
Anytime I call you, you don't have to call me back,
I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch.
[Chorus]
She say she's cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
She say she's cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
We don't have to go on dates,
You don't have to like my friends,
I'll poke it in your face when you makin' other plans,
If you tired of the taste,
We can try another blend,
My heart will never break I'm just here to break a sweat.
You don't have to like my friends,
I'll poke it in your face when you makin' other plans,
If you tired of the taste,
We can try another blend,
My heart will never break I'm just here to break a sweat.
[Chorus]
That's why she's cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
That's why she's cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.
Everybody want's a lover like that,
Fire under the covers, crazy for each other,
Everybody wants a lover her like that
Fire under the covers, crazy for each other.
Fire under the covers, crazy for each other,
Everybody wants a lover her like that
Fire under the covers, crazy for each other.
Read more: My Darkest Days - Casual Sex Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Monday, September 15, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 9 (Incest fantasy)
At the same time, I have the feeling he was also sneaking around, trying to catch me, trying to watch me without me knowing.
I would feel eyes on me in the shower. Soon, I found myself opening the shower door while I stood there, naked, closing my eyes on purpose as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering it with shampoo, conditioner. I would turn off the water and put my foot on the edge of the tub, intently staring at myself as I lathered my body, ran the cloth across my breasts, turning as I used the soap on my ass.
9/15/2014 2:18 PM
I would hear my door creak open as I put on my clothes. So, instead of putting them on quickly, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining myself, and trying to catch a glimpse of him to see if I was right. Pressing my breasts up slightly, I imagined myself with a push up bra. Mom would never allow it, but it didn't matter. It was still nice to imagine, to see the cleavage that would be showing. To imagine how the guys at school's eyes would bulge. My body turned profile, so someone at the door could see the swell of my breasts, tipped with slightly hardening nipples, my tight stomach, my slightly rounded ass, while I stared intently at the mirror, ignoring my door. If he was there.
Other times I would be laying on my bed, and catch the door crack slightly. I put down what I was reading and went over to the my bookshelf. Grabbing my M magazine, I went back to my bed and laid down.
9/29/2014 11:54 AM (Still have more to go, and the next part will be more graphic)
I propped the magazine up on my stomach, while leaving me room to glace just to the side of it. Just as I thought, the door was cracked ever so slightly.
The magazine in front of me was ignored, only there for show, nothing else. I thought about the glimpses I had seen of my brother. I thought about how I had spied on him as he masturbated. It sent a thrill to my head thinking taboo thoughts. He was my brother, not some random guy. We weren't supposed to see our brothers like that, with his penis in his hand, eyes glued to a computer screen, rubbing up and down his shaft. A tingle went up my spine at the image.
I lifted the magazine with one hand, and put the other between my legs.
My skirt was lifted, exposing my panties to my brother, peeking through my door.
My fingers worked aside the elastic band, across my thin patch of fur.
Meeting my sex, my fingers explored my labia, running along the edge.
A gentle push, and they penetrated my labia, ever so slightly.
I worked them inside me more, finding wetness, lubricating them, then following my labia higher.
Arriving at my clit, my fingers started working, massaging in slow circles.
I closed my eyes, putting the magazine down. The boys were boys, and I was no longer 14. They didn't thrill me, but my brothers eyes on me did.
Taking my now free left hand, I brought it down, and placed it against my clit, using my right hand to instead penetrate me.
Pushing my fingers in, then pulling them out, imagining them glistening with my dew.
Pinch my clit slightly, giving it a little tug, I moaned, the sound floating on the air.
My hands sped up, thrusting inside me faster, as deep as I could get them. The fabric of my panties strained as they worked my pussy hard. Harder. Harder.
My hands lifted and landed, over and over, grinding my clit, massaging it, playing with it, harder. More.
My fingers pushed my panties down, slightly, straining for room to plunge in, over and over.
I curled my middle finger, aiming it towards the top of the vagina, towards my stomach, rubbing hard. My panties twisted sideways, bits and pieces of my pussy showing here and there. Flashes of my brother, watching me, spiraled through my head.
I lost myself in the image of him, watching me, imagining him in the room with me, drinking in the sight of me, my fingers working my pussy.
Faster.
Push it.
Pull it.
Tease it.
Please it.
A full throated mixture of scream and moan escaped me as I felt myself being pushed over the bring, felt my body shudder as my mind floated on my intoxicating climax.
As my body calmed down, I took another peek at the door. It was now closed.
9/29/2014 12:48 End of the chapter. Please look for Chanter 10 soon.
I would feel eyes on me in the shower. Soon, I found myself opening the shower door while I stood there, naked, closing my eyes on purpose as I ran my hands through my hair, lathering it with shampoo, conditioner. I would turn off the water and put my foot on the edge of the tub, intently staring at myself as I lathered my body, ran the cloth across my breasts, turning as I used the soap on my ass.
9/15/2014 2:18 PM
I would hear my door creak open as I put on my clothes. So, instead of putting them on quickly, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining myself, and trying to catch a glimpse of him to see if I was right. Pressing my breasts up slightly, I imagined myself with a push up bra. Mom would never allow it, but it didn't matter. It was still nice to imagine, to see the cleavage that would be showing. To imagine how the guys at school's eyes would bulge. My body turned profile, so someone at the door could see the swell of my breasts, tipped with slightly hardening nipples, my tight stomach, my slightly rounded ass, while I stared intently at the mirror, ignoring my door. If he was there.
Other times I would be laying on my bed, and catch the door crack slightly. I put down what I was reading and went over to the my bookshelf. Grabbing my M magazine, I went back to my bed and laid down.
9/29/2014 11:54 AM (Still have more to go, and the next part will be more graphic)
I propped the magazine up on my stomach, while leaving me room to glace just to the side of it. Just as I thought, the door was cracked ever so slightly.
The magazine in front of me was ignored, only there for show, nothing else. I thought about the glimpses I had seen of my brother. I thought about how I had spied on him as he masturbated. It sent a thrill to my head thinking taboo thoughts. He was my brother, not some random guy. We weren't supposed to see our brothers like that, with his penis in his hand, eyes glued to a computer screen, rubbing up and down his shaft. A tingle went up my spine at the image.
I lifted the magazine with one hand, and put the other between my legs.
My skirt was lifted, exposing my panties to my brother, peeking through my door.
My fingers worked aside the elastic band, across my thin patch of fur.
Meeting my sex, my fingers explored my labia, running along the edge.
A gentle push, and they penetrated my labia, ever so slightly.
I worked them inside me more, finding wetness, lubricating them, then following my labia higher.
Arriving at my clit, my fingers started working, massaging in slow circles.
I closed my eyes, putting the magazine down. The boys were boys, and I was no longer 14. They didn't thrill me, but my brothers eyes on me did.
Taking my now free left hand, I brought it down, and placed it against my clit, using my right hand to instead penetrate me.
Pushing my fingers in, then pulling them out, imagining them glistening with my dew.
Pinch my clit slightly, giving it a little tug, I moaned, the sound floating on the air.
My hands sped up, thrusting inside me faster, as deep as I could get them. The fabric of my panties strained as they worked my pussy hard. Harder. Harder.
My hands lifted and landed, over and over, grinding my clit, massaging it, playing with it, harder. More.
My fingers pushed my panties down, slightly, straining for room to plunge in, over and over.
I curled my middle finger, aiming it towards the top of the vagina, towards my stomach, rubbing hard. My panties twisted sideways, bits and pieces of my pussy showing here and there. Flashes of my brother, watching me, spiraled through my head.
I lost myself in the image of him, watching me, imagining him in the room with me, drinking in the sight of me, my fingers working my pussy.
Faster.
Push it.
Pull it.
Tease it.
Please it.
A full throated mixture of scream and moan escaped me as I felt myself being pushed over the bring, felt my body shudder as my mind floated on my intoxicating climax.
As my body calmed down, I took another peek at the door. It was now closed.
9/29/2014 12:48 End of the chapter. Please look for Chanter 10 soon.
Brotherly Love, Chapter 8 (Incest fantasy)
It felt like a great weight had been taken off our shoulders. We were back, the dynamic duo, the twins extraordinaire. However, it seemed other things had changed between us, ever so slightly.
We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.
I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.
We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.
Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.
As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.
I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.
I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.
A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.
I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.
At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.
Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.
Lips parted, stroke back to the head.
Breathing harder, stroke back down.
Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.
A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.
The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.
Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.
Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.
Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.
His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.
I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.
9/15/2014 2:13 PM
We found ourselves avoiding the bathroom while the other was in there. While we would still hold hands, we also found a slight distance. Not like before, but we didn't hold hands as much. We didn't give each other friendly kisses on the cheek. We were both finally, and acutely aware, that he was a guy and I was a girl.
I started thinking about how we acted in the past. I guess to anyone who observed us but didn't know us, we would seem like a boyfriend/girlfriend couple. When we would get in playful moods, and tickle each other mercilessly, or wrestle around, we would be more careful where we put our hands. We also did it less and less.
We stopped watching dirty videos together, and started doing our own thing when it came to finding sexual material to satisfy the hormones rushing through our bodies. After all, I had only completed puberty a couple years earlier, and he had just finished not long ago. There were still feelings, and emotions, and itches that we wanted to scratch while being good and saving ourselves for marriage.
Our parents noticed, and were a bit puzzled, but didn't say anything.
As the memory of him naked started fading, I also found I wanted to see him. Oh, he was still my brother, and I didn't want to think of him that way, but he was still the only guy I had ever seen naked. I couldn't get it out of my head, and wanted to see him.
I am not sure how it happened, but, I found myself sneaking around, spying on him while we were doing our own thing.
I would wait until he was in the shower, and the water was going, then crack the door, just slightly, trying to catch sight of him in the mirror. I would crack his bedroom door when I thought I heard something suspicious and see if I could catch him masturbating.
A couple times he caught me, so I just walked in as if that was my intention. He wasn't doing anything though, much to my disappointment.
I found myself walking into his bedroom more often, hoping to catch him doing something. Once, I did.
"Hey!" He yelled. "Out!" He picked up a balled up sock and threw it at me. Later, we laughed about it, and pretended it didn't matter.
At the same time, it seemed sometimes like he wanted me to catch him. I would go to his room door, and find it cracked open slightly when mom and dad weren't at home, with porn playing loudly in his room. I would open the door, just enough to look in, and find him standing there, naked, sweaty, watching the screen as his hand worked his penis. He took long strokes, hand moving from the base to the head, until it the head was resting against his middle and ring finger, then stroke back down.
Mouth slightly open, his hand moved back to the base.
Lips parted, stroke back to the head.
Breathing harder, stroke back down.
Speeding up, his eyes drank in the porn actress, watching her intently.
A little clear liquid dangling from the tip of his penis, to be swept up by his hand cover the head.
The stroked got smaller, faster, no longer going to the base of his penis.
Grabbing the balled sock, he held it against his penis with the other hand.
Stroke up, stroke down, his hand almost a blur.
Eyes closed now, I could see his toes curling against the carpet in his room.
His body now glistening in sweat, he pushed the sock hard against his penis as his hips thrust forward.
I could hear him grunt as he thrust into the sock a couple times, quickly, before standing perfectly still, head thrown back, his sock now stained with his cum. I closed the door silently, off to my own room to get my own toys, and to pleasure myself with the image still clear in my mind.
9/15/2014 2:13 PM
Brotherly Love, Chapter 7 (Incest fantasy)
(Please note, chapter 6 has finally been complete. Now you see why this is more of a writing experience, to show how I am, more than just a single, simple story. I go away, then come back, then go away, then come back. Sometimes, I haven't even been good at coming back.)
My mind raced at my brothers words. He masturbated because of seeing me spread before him. I masturbated to the image of seeing him masturbating, and he walked in right in the middle of it. It was confusing.
He was my brother, why would I want to see him do that?
Why would he want to imagine me like that?
Why did I suddenly feel flushed and a little horny at the thought of him, doing that, while imagining me?
It made no sense.
Well, it doesn't matter, I thought to myself. He isn't the only one, and you need to tell him. He told you even though he obviously didn't want to.
I got up and walked out to the living room. He was no where to be seen. Which means, he was probably in his favorite spot.
I put on my shoes and headed down to the river. He would be in a little area, right next to the river.
I walked through the thick brush, ducking under tree limbs, removing round, needle like burrs that clung to me as I passed though the weeds.
The trees opened up to a little clearing on the edge of the river. Wildflowers dotted it, with butterflies dancing on the light breeze, landing on flowers before their bright, colorful wings took flight again to dance through the air. It was a beautiful place. A peaceful place. The place my brother would always go when he wanted to think about something, was troubled by something. And there he was, by the edge of the river, throwing rocks at the flowing surface.
9/15/2014 1:14 PM
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly, then turned back towards the river. I walked over and stood next to him, watching his rocks dent the water before the water rushed it away without a ripple or care.
"See, I told you that you didn't want to know," he said, not looking over.
"What makes you think that?" I asked him.
"Well, your brother, doing that, while thinking about you, his sister? You are probably disgusted with me right now."
I laughed, and stepped over to him, running my hands through his hair, messing it up playfully. As I dropped my hands, I grabbed his, and forced him to face me. I took up the other hand, and held it, as his face shows absolute surprise.
"I am not disgusted. And, I have something to tell you..." I told him.
"Umm," he responded, then dropped it, clearly at a loss for words.
"Remember when you walked in on me, while I was pleasuring myself?"
He gave me a guarded look that clearly said he would like to pretend it never happened.
"Well, do you wonder what I was thinking about when I was doing that?" He took on a clearly puzzled expression at that.
"Well, I assume some movie star, or one of those cute guys you are always showing me." He said, not catching my meaning.
I sighed again. This was clearly a day for sighing.
"No, I was imagining you, as you lay on your bed, stroking your penis. I thought you were thinking of some cute actress or something. I didn't know you were imagining me."
With that, his jaw dropped completely. "I...I...really..." He stopped, sputtering off.
"No worries. We saw each other. I mean, think about it. How many girlfriends have you had? How many boyfriends? I think it was really the first time we have seen another real person, naked, in..." I couldn't complete it, and felt my face flush bright red.
"But, we are brother and sister!" He exclaimed.
"You think I don't know that?" I asked him, my face taking on a look of hurt.
"No, it isn't that. But we can't be doing things like that. I mean, it's gross. And, it's illegal, and..." He sputtered off again, his mind going furiously, but no words coming out.
"Hey, it took me by surprise! It was a momentary thing. I mean, eww, you're my brother!" For just a second, his face almost looked like it had taken on a pained expression, but it disappeared so quickly that I couldn't be sure.
"And you're my sister! Eww."
We laughed together for a couple minutes, then continued to tease each other about how gross it is for a brother and sister to think about each other while masturbating. It seemed everything was returning to normal. We walked back to the house together, holding each others hand, laughing and joking.
9/15/2014 1:48 PM
My mind raced at my brothers words. He masturbated because of seeing me spread before him. I masturbated to the image of seeing him masturbating, and he walked in right in the middle of it. It was confusing.
He was my brother, why would I want to see him do that?
Why would he want to imagine me like that?
Why did I suddenly feel flushed and a little horny at the thought of him, doing that, while imagining me?
It made no sense.
Well, it doesn't matter, I thought to myself. He isn't the only one, and you need to tell him. He told you even though he obviously didn't want to.
I got up and walked out to the living room. He was no where to be seen. Which means, he was probably in his favorite spot.
I put on my shoes and headed down to the river. He would be in a little area, right next to the river.
I walked through the thick brush, ducking under tree limbs, removing round, needle like burrs that clung to me as I passed though the weeds.
The trees opened up to a little clearing on the edge of the river. Wildflowers dotted it, with butterflies dancing on the light breeze, landing on flowers before their bright, colorful wings took flight again to dance through the air. It was a beautiful place. A peaceful place. The place my brother would always go when he wanted to think about something, was troubled by something. And there he was, by the edge of the river, throwing rocks at the flowing surface.
9/15/2014 1:14 PM
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly, then turned back towards the river. I walked over and stood next to him, watching his rocks dent the water before the water rushed it away without a ripple or care.
"See, I told you that you didn't want to know," he said, not looking over.
"What makes you think that?" I asked him.
"Well, your brother, doing that, while thinking about you, his sister? You are probably disgusted with me right now."
I laughed, and stepped over to him, running my hands through his hair, messing it up playfully. As I dropped my hands, I grabbed his, and forced him to face me. I took up the other hand, and held it, as his face shows absolute surprise.
"I am not disgusted. And, I have something to tell you..." I told him.
"Umm," he responded, then dropped it, clearly at a loss for words.
"Remember when you walked in on me, while I was pleasuring myself?"
He gave me a guarded look that clearly said he would like to pretend it never happened.
"Well, do you wonder what I was thinking about when I was doing that?" He took on a clearly puzzled expression at that.
"Well, I assume some movie star, or one of those cute guys you are always showing me." He said, not catching my meaning.
I sighed again. This was clearly a day for sighing.
"No, I was imagining you, as you lay on your bed, stroking your penis. I thought you were thinking of some cute actress or something. I didn't know you were imagining me."
With that, his jaw dropped completely. "I...I...really..." He stopped, sputtering off.
"No worries. We saw each other. I mean, think about it. How many girlfriends have you had? How many boyfriends? I think it was really the first time we have seen another real person, naked, in..." I couldn't complete it, and felt my face flush bright red.
"But, we are brother and sister!" He exclaimed.
"You think I don't know that?" I asked him, my face taking on a look of hurt.
"No, it isn't that. But we can't be doing things like that. I mean, it's gross. And, it's illegal, and..." He sputtered off again, his mind going furiously, but no words coming out.
"Hey, it took me by surprise! It was a momentary thing. I mean, eww, you're my brother!" For just a second, his face almost looked like it had taken on a pained expression, but it disappeared so quickly that I couldn't be sure.
"And you're my sister! Eww."
We laughed together for a couple minutes, then continued to tease each other about how gross it is for a brother and sister to think about each other while masturbating. It seemed everything was returning to normal. We walked back to the house together, holding each others hand, laughing and joking.
9/15/2014 1:48 PM
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 6 (Incest fantasy)
Things became rather awkward between us for a while after that.
We still walked to school together, but no longer held hands. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and I think he even caught me doing it a couple times.
We didn't talk much, and we started going places by ourselves, instead of with each other. It felt like we were drifting apart.
I masturbated to him more than once after that, and found myself dreaming about him. I had never thought of him like that before, and started feeling guilty thinking about my brother in a sexual way. That was one reason for the silence between us, and the wall I felt being built around us.
We no longer walked into each other's room unannounced, or used the restroom while the other was in there. We lived like strangers that were in the same area.
I found myself, on my bed, reading something funny, to find my brother not there as I looked up to tell him and laugh about it. I found myself crying, and thinking how unfair this was, with an emptiness settling in me.
8/7/2014 3:32 PM
For the next two months, we lived that way. Our relationship became strained and I stopped taking proper care of myself. One day, it was just too much, and I couldn't take it anymore.
8/19/2014 3:13 PM (Sorry, I am still working on it, just haven't been in a writing mood lately. This is why this is a writing exercise. You get to see what happens when I write things, and why I normally don't post until they are complete.)
I knocked on his door, something that was odd for me, but I felt was needed with our recent tensions.
"Come in," came his reply to the knock.
I walked in, my eyes darting around the room, trying to avoid looking at him.
"What's up," he asked. I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
I broke down right there, crying and shaking. I felt his arms around me in a heartbeat.
"Shh," came his soft whisper, trying to console me. I just stood there, crying, as he held me tenderly.
Finally, after it was out of my system, he guided me to the bed and sat me down, settling next to me.
"What has happened to us?" I said in a weak voice, feeling drained.
I peeked over at him, and found him studying my face.
"I don't know," he answered. "All I know is one day, you started avoiding me, acting cold towards me."
I laughed. Not an amused laugh, but one aimed at the irony.
"I felt embarrassed and awkward, and didn't know how to react," I stated to his implied question.
"No, before I saw you, you know," his words faltered off, but I knew he was referring to seeing me masturbating.
"Not that. I mean, I saw you. Before you saw me..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish.
"Wait, you what?" He asked, a surprised look across his face.
"One day, I walked into your room. I don't even remember for what. Anyways, there you were, on the bed, your penis in your hand. I stood there, in the doorway, and watched you. I am sorry, I couldn't look away. It was like I was hypnotized." I paused to let the words sink in, then went on. "When you came, I left, quietly closing the door. I was not sure what to say. I saw you, and thought about that. I couldn't get it out of my head."
He looked at me for a while before finally replying. "I was wondering what was going on. I thought it was you tripping and accidentally exposing yourself to me. That maybe you were mad at me for looking, and not looking away." He chuckled.
"What is so funny?," I asked him, finally looking him in the eye and pinning him down with my best withering glare.
"I don't think you want to know sis," he told me, his voice suddenly somber.
I sighed. "Tell me. It can't be any worse than us barely speaking for two months."
"Really, I think it is better if I don't," he told me, all humor lost.
I looked into his eyes, and saw something that worried me. "Tell me," I told him, no longer trying to force it out of him, but more worried about something that could drive us apart. "Please."
We sat there for a while, not saying anything, just looking into each others eyes, trying to guess at the secrets behind them.
He sighed, then got up and walked to the other end of his room, looking down the window. "I..." he stopped, and I could hear him swallow. It seemed so loud, with us together in the room, not another sound in the house. "I was masturbating to thoughts of you, on the floor, with your legs spread."
With that, he turned around, walked past me, sitting on his bed, and left the room. I sat there in shock with what I had just heard.
9/15/2014 1:04 PM (This is why I will normally not post a story until it is complete. I already know most of the story, and how I will write it, but to actually sit down and do it, to flesh it out, can be very hit and miss. Anyways, this is finally the end of chapter 6.)
We still walked to school together, but no longer held hands. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and I think he even caught me doing it a couple times.
We didn't talk much, and we started going places by ourselves, instead of with each other. It felt like we were drifting apart.
I masturbated to him more than once after that, and found myself dreaming about him. I had never thought of him like that before, and started feeling guilty thinking about my brother in a sexual way. That was one reason for the silence between us, and the wall I felt being built around us.
We no longer walked into each other's room unannounced, or used the restroom while the other was in there. We lived like strangers that were in the same area.
I found myself, on my bed, reading something funny, to find my brother not there as I looked up to tell him and laugh about it. I found myself crying, and thinking how unfair this was, with an emptiness settling in me.
8/7/2014 3:32 PM
For the next two months, we lived that way. Our relationship became strained and I stopped taking proper care of myself. One day, it was just too much, and I couldn't take it anymore.
8/19/2014 3:13 PM (Sorry, I am still working on it, just haven't been in a writing mood lately. This is why this is a writing exercise. You get to see what happens when I write things, and why I normally don't post until they are complete.)
I knocked on his door, something that was odd for me, but I felt was needed with our recent tensions.
"Come in," came his reply to the knock.
I walked in, my eyes darting around the room, trying to avoid looking at him.
"What's up," he asked. I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
I broke down right there, crying and shaking. I felt his arms around me in a heartbeat.
"Shh," came his soft whisper, trying to console me. I just stood there, crying, as he held me tenderly.
Finally, after it was out of my system, he guided me to the bed and sat me down, settling next to me.
"What has happened to us?" I said in a weak voice, feeling drained.
I peeked over at him, and found him studying my face.
"I don't know," he answered. "All I know is one day, you started avoiding me, acting cold towards me."
I laughed. Not an amused laugh, but one aimed at the irony.
"I felt embarrassed and awkward, and didn't know how to react," I stated to his implied question.
"No, before I saw you, you know," his words faltered off, but I knew he was referring to seeing me masturbating.
"Not that. I mean, I saw you. Before you saw me..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish.
"Wait, you what?" He asked, a surprised look across his face.
"One day, I walked into your room. I don't even remember for what. Anyways, there you were, on the bed, your penis in your hand. I stood there, in the doorway, and watched you. I am sorry, I couldn't look away. It was like I was hypnotized." I paused to let the words sink in, then went on. "When you came, I left, quietly closing the door. I was not sure what to say. I saw you, and thought about that. I couldn't get it out of my head."
He looked at me for a while before finally replying. "I was wondering what was going on. I thought it was you tripping and accidentally exposing yourself to me. That maybe you were mad at me for looking, and not looking away." He chuckled.
"What is so funny?," I asked him, finally looking him in the eye and pinning him down with my best withering glare.
"I don't think you want to know sis," he told me, his voice suddenly somber.
I sighed. "Tell me. It can't be any worse than us barely speaking for two months."
"Really, I think it is better if I don't," he told me, all humor lost.
I looked into his eyes, and saw something that worried me. "Tell me," I told him, no longer trying to force it out of him, but more worried about something that could drive us apart. "Please."
We sat there for a while, not saying anything, just looking into each others eyes, trying to guess at the secrets behind them.
He sighed, then got up and walked to the other end of his room, looking down the window. "I..." he stopped, and I could hear him swallow. It seemed so loud, with us together in the room, not another sound in the house. "I was masturbating to thoughts of you, on the floor, with your legs spread."
With that, he turned around, walked past me, sitting on his bed, and left the room. I sat there in shock with what I had just heard.
9/15/2014 1:04 PM (This is why I will normally not post a story until it is complete. I already know most of the story, and how I will write it, but to actually sit down and do it, to flesh it out, can be very hit and miss. Anyways, this is finally the end of chapter 6.)
Monday, August 4, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 5 (Incest fantasy)
I got ready for the movie we had chosen to watch and we went.
This time though was different. He tried to tease me, and I just made non-committal noises at him. He tried to hold my hand like normal, but let it drop when I didn't hold his. In my head, I kept seeing his hard, stiff penis. His hand stroking it slowly, building, building.
"What's wrong," he asked me. I felt myself blush and looked away, not saying a word.
After a while, he stopped bothering me, just walking beside me, and I could feel a silence overcome us, like a dark cloud, hanging.
But, how could I tell him I walked into his room and saw that? How could I tell him that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, pleasuring himself?
How could I tell him that I was turned on by it?
He would be disgusted with me. I was his sister, after all.
We walked home, and I felt like I had been torn adrift. When I had problems, I had my brother to turn to. When I was annoyed by something, or saw something interesting, I could share it with him. But, how could I share something with him that was about him?
I could see him, alternating between worry and anger. After all, he was not used to me shutting him out like this. But it was so unfair. What right did he have to be mad at me?
After we got home, we ate in silence, then just went to our rooms. I tried to act like it wasn't eating away at me, but every time I let my mind wander, I kept picturing him. I couldn't help it.
Eventually, I was so wet that I had to do something. Some relief. I couldn't relieve myself by telling him what was on my mind, but I could relieve myself. And let my mind focus on anything I wanted to.
I lay down on the bed and pulled my shorts and panties off. Reaching into the side table, I got out my dildo and vibrator.
As I closed my eyes, I imagined, being there, in the room with him. The dildo slid into my pussy easily, it was so wet. I imagined his penis, not in his hand, but inside me. Here, in my mind, I didn't need to feel dirty for thinking of my brother this way.
8/4/2014 3:28 PM (More to come on the masturbation)
I worked the dildo for a while, imagining my brother on top of me, pushing inside. I could see his penis there, hovering before my eyes. Every vein. Every bulge. I had seen it many times. Not hard, not being worked between his fingers, but I had seen him often enough to know exactly what it looked like. To imagine what he looked like, above me, smiling down that cute little smile. Body pressed firmly between my legs.
I moved it faster, bringing my other hand around, holding the vibrator. I push it against my hood, catching the attention of my clit. I could feel my clit react, and felt my body quiver slightly at the touch, at the image. I paused with the dildo, leaving it inside me, while I spread my lips, pushing the hood aside. It was like electricity, the first contact, and my hips bucked for a second. I pushed it harder against me, my mind reeling. Imagining him elevated the sensations, making me feel almost heady and overwhelmed.
The sensation became too much and I had to move the vibrator so my hood fell back into place. I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding, then pushed it against my clit again, this time breathing, and going back to the dildo.
I continued working the dildo inside me as I let the vibrator work on my clit. I felt pressure building up, faster than normal. My brain froze, the image of my brother stuck, like a picture instead of a movie. Pushing the vibrator harder, my hand occasionally moved the almost forgotten dildo, but I didn't even notice it.
Almost ready to orgasm, I opened my eyes wide. There, at the bedroom door stood my brother, mouth agape. It pushed me over the edge, and I felt my mind blank as the bliss washed over me. Heard, but didn't register the door gently shutting as I lay on my bed, helpless and shivering.
8/4/2014 4:50 PM (End of chapter 5)
I worked the dildo for a while, imagining my brother on top of me, pushing inside. I could see his penis there, hovering before my eyes. Every vein. Every bulge. I had seen it many times. Not hard, not being worked between his fingers, but I had seen him often enough to know exactly what it looked like. To imagine what he looked like, above me, smiling down that cute little smile. Body pressed firmly between my legs.
I moved it faster, bringing my other hand around, holding the vibrator. I push it against my hood, catching the attention of my clit. I could feel my clit react, and felt my body quiver slightly at the touch, at the image. I paused with the dildo, leaving it inside me, while I spread my lips, pushing the hood aside. It was like electricity, the first contact, and my hips bucked for a second. I pushed it harder against me, my mind reeling. Imagining him elevated the sensations, making me feel almost heady and overwhelmed.
The sensation became too much and I had to move the vibrator so my hood fell back into place. I let out a breath I had not realized I had been holding, then pushed it against my clit again, this time breathing, and going back to the dildo.
I continued working the dildo inside me as I let the vibrator work on my clit. I felt pressure building up, faster than normal. My brain froze, the image of my brother stuck, like a picture instead of a movie. Pushing the vibrator harder, my hand occasionally moved the almost forgotten dildo, but I didn't even notice it.
Almost ready to orgasm, I opened my eyes wide. There, at the bedroom door stood my brother, mouth agape. It pushed me over the edge, and I felt my mind blank as the bliss washed over me. Heard, but didn't register the door gently shutting as I lay on my bed, helpless and shivering.
8/4/2014 4:50 PM (End of chapter 5)
Monday, July 28, 2014
Brotherly Love, Chapter 4 (Incest fantasy)
"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)
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)
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)
Monday, June 9, 2014
Just a little update
Just in case anyone was wondering where I have been lately, I just wanted to let all my readers know that I have a new baby boy. So, I have been busy playing mommy. Hopefully I will find time to finish up some of my WIP stories and create some new ones, but I am not sure when I will have the time.
Maybe I will see what I can do for a breastfeeding story at some point.
Maybe I will see what I can do for a breastfeeding story at some point.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
A night time bicycle ride
I used to do this frequently, go for bike rides very late at night. But, they weren't just any bike rides. In fact, I am shaking a bit right now, as I write this, remembering it, the thrill, the excitement, the danger.
I poked my head out the door, watching the darkness for signs of other people. The streetlights glowed eerily in the night, watchful over not another soul.
The road brightened for an instant, a car returning home after a very late night. Or leaving for a very early morning. My heart pounded in my ears, feeling like it might burst out of my chest. It thrilled me with the danger and risk, of a late night bicycle ride.
The car passed, showing no signs of slowing down, until the tail lights dwindled away to nothing. I took one hesitant step out, bare leg exposed to the cold night air.
Standing there, waiting for someone to come by, afraid I would be stopped the instant I tried to go out. I waited, watching, eyes probing the darkness and its pools of light.
When no one else passed by, I opened the door, standing in the front door entrance.
I stood there, in sneakers, perfect to run, or jump, or play. This time these sneakers would be used to pedal around. Moving up from my sneakers were long, bare legs, goose bumps already forming from the cold night air caressing the bare, shaved skin. Further up, a hand held firmly in front of my pubic hair, covering up my naughty part. Realizing how silly this was, I dropped it, showing off my full, red, never shaved fur. At later times, it would be shaved, but not this time, not my first late night bicycle ride.
My stomach, small, tight, marred only by a belly button turned inward, a stomach that was moving rapidly with short, quick breaths. Excitement and fear warred within me, leaving me half panicked, yet thrilled.
Further up was the other arm, placed horizontal across my breasts, covering them as best as the arm could. Just like with the hand lower down, the arm dropped as I shook my head over how silly I was being. There was no one around. No one could see me. Besides, what is the use of taking a naked bicycle ride while trying to cover up my naked parts?
Nipples poking out, caressed by the cold night air, hard, expectant, moved up and down slightly as I made my way to my bicycle.
My throat felt tight, partially from the almost panic I felt, as I swallowed again and again, trying to stop myself from running back into the house, give up this silly ride. This wasn't the first time I had ridden my bicycle late at night, but this was the first time I had ever done it clothed in nothing more than socks and shoes.
My face slipped between worry and delight, my eyes glowing in the night. But my smile, it never slipped. It was so exciting. It was so bold. It was so daring. It was so dangerous. If anyone had seen me, they would have known who I was, my body and face shown to the world.
I bent down, facing away from the road, worried that if another car came by, and I noticed in time, I would dart straight for the house. Busying myself on the lock, I tried to completely ignore the world around me, the blood pounding in my ears.
I turned the numbers one by one, trying to line up the combination in the poor light. The numbers finally lined up, slipping the lock free. Letting it drop to the ground, I rolled the bicycle out to the street, a soft click, click, click, following me. As I reached the street, I looked both ways, ready to let go of it and run into the house, but no one was around at this time.
I felt a thrill run through me as I lifted my leg, my pussy opening up to the cool night air, before putting it back down and straddling the cold metal frame.
I stood there, frozen, hundreds of thoughts tumbling through my brain. Finally squashing my fear and doubt, I put one foot on a pedal, lifted my ass, and pushed down.
The cool air brushed me, welcoming me to the night. I settled my ass on the seat and started pedaling, my destination unknown. As my cheeks settled on the seat, the cold of the seat hit my hot skin. I could feel the soft padding beneath me, the firm material beneath that, supporting my cheeks. As I leaned down, the seat pressed against my pussy lips, the up and down motion of my legs pushing the petals down causing the seat to rub my lips, stimulating me, sending small ripples of pleasure through me with each pedal stroke (I won't mention the chafing, which isn't as sexy, but is one of the realities for women riding bicycles...).
I gathered speed, riding around the block, unsure about leaving the comfort of my neighborhood, a place to quickly escape to. Breasts bouncing, legs pumping, I rode around the block: once, twice, three times. A stray dog or two was out, the occasional living room light still on, but not another soul was around, leaving me free to ride my bicycle naked, without fear, without worry.
As the intoxication wore off, and the sense of worry disappeared, it became less thrilling, and more comfortable; just a nice, invigorating bicycle ride with the air washing over me, cooling my body as I heated up. Sweat formed, lightly coating my forehead, my thighs, my back, and my pussy continued to be teased by the soft, yet firm seat beneath my naked bottom.
Relaxing, and feeling more confident, I ventured further, heading out to the big, wide streets. The relative quiet, empty space of the neighborhoods was replaced by the relative quiet of empty streets and closed businesses. There were a few car headlights here and there, but far away from me, turning before they came too close.
I pedaled along, now feeling absolutely comfortable, like it was nothing. Then, the first car passed me. Going the opposite way, the car was soon past. I stopped, breathing heavily, watching its tail lights dwindle behind, waiting for those lights to stop, to turn around, to come back and find me. Adrenaline coursed through me, my body ready for flight. The tail lights dwindled away into nothing. I stood there, straddling my bicycle, but no one came back to find me. No one came to yell at me. No police showed up to arrest me. I was free.
I started off again, standing to gather my speed again. Soon I was underway again, riding around with no destination.
(The first time, nothing else interesting happened, however, I went out for many more rides, and was seen more than once on my rides. In fact, this was what resulted in me being arrested for indecent exposure, but since I was a minor at the time, nothing was done, other than me being grounded for a long time. I won’t write about that here though. To make this more interesting, I will include a few additional interesting points from other, later rides, below here.)
Getting braver, I pedaled down the street, towards the gas station. While it didn't have people gassing up all the time, it did have a gas station attendant at all times.
I slowed down as I approached, and noticed a car at the gas pump. Seeing someone there, I almost turned around, but forced myself to pedal past. The man pumping gas into his car looked once, and then did a double take. I could imagine his eyes widen as this girl rode past the station, breasts bouncing freely, ass in the air, with nothing to cover anything up.
I discovered, when I rode standing up, that, if someone saw me from behind, they would get a nice view of my ass, and occasional glimpses of my pussy as I pushed down on the opposite leg.
A car came up behind me, lights illuminating me, naked, on my bicycle. I did my best to avoid turning to look at the car. I stood up, still pedaling, to show myself off, hoping they would get their view then leave. As the car came up behind me, it slowed down and honked, causing me to jump, my heart feeling like it stopped. It followed for a while, and ended up behind me as we arrived at a stop light, waiting for the light to turn green.
I stood there, waiting for the light, trying to control my breathing, my pulse, as I imagined the driver’s eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body. Studying the muscles of my calves, the curve of my exposed ass. The car pulled up beside me, and my head turned away, not wanting them to see my face. I could picture their eyes studying my body in profile, my breasts, nipples hard, exposed to them. My stomach, fluttering with quick breaths. My fur, shaved, barely seen in the illumination from the overhead street light.
The light turned green, yet I waited. The car waited. I wanted to be away from their roving eyes, they wanted to continue their eye roving.
My pussy flushed with excitement as my brain screamed at me to get away. Finally, I started pedaling, crossing the intersection and continuing up the road. The car followed, slowly. I sped up and the car kept pace. Losing my nerve, I turned a corner, then another, trying to get away from the car. It followed me for the first turn, and then decided it had somewhere else to be, leaving me free to continue my ride without worry.
Riding along, I came across a couple of men walking late at night down a neighborhood street. Feeling braver, and knowing that they could not catch me on a bicycle anyways, I rode past them, slowing down to the point where I almost fell over. Drunken cat calls and whistles bombarded my ears, lewd suggestions thrown at me. I sped up slightly, standing up, and then pedaled away.
Once I was much farther down the street, I decided, as my heart beat in my chest, to go back. I slowed down and stopped a little ways away from them, so they could clearly see me but I could escape if they tried something else (After all, being seen is one thing, but I know the risk, and know what it is like to be raped. I didn't want that fate). They stood still for a minute, eyes leering at me, not moving an inch as they looked my body over, up and down. Once the effect was lost, they moved towards me, calling out their love for me, the intimate things they wanted to do to me. With that, I turned and rode away.
I poked my head out the door, watching the darkness for signs of other people. The streetlights glowed eerily in the night, watchful over not another soul.
The road brightened for an instant, a car returning home after a very late night. Or leaving for a very early morning. My heart pounded in my ears, feeling like it might burst out of my chest. It thrilled me with the danger and risk, of a late night bicycle ride.
The car passed, showing no signs of slowing down, until the tail lights dwindled away to nothing. I took one hesitant step out, bare leg exposed to the cold night air.
Standing there, waiting for someone to come by, afraid I would be stopped the instant I tried to go out. I waited, watching, eyes probing the darkness and its pools of light.
When no one else passed by, I opened the door, standing in the front door entrance.
I stood there, in sneakers, perfect to run, or jump, or play. This time these sneakers would be used to pedal around. Moving up from my sneakers were long, bare legs, goose bumps already forming from the cold night air caressing the bare, shaved skin. Further up, a hand held firmly in front of my pubic hair, covering up my naughty part. Realizing how silly this was, I dropped it, showing off my full, red, never shaved fur. At later times, it would be shaved, but not this time, not my first late night bicycle ride.
My stomach, small, tight, marred only by a belly button turned inward, a stomach that was moving rapidly with short, quick breaths. Excitement and fear warred within me, leaving me half panicked, yet thrilled.
Further up was the other arm, placed horizontal across my breasts, covering them as best as the arm could. Just like with the hand lower down, the arm dropped as I shook my head over how silly I was being. There was no one around. No one could see me. Besides, what is the use of taking a naked bicycle ride while trying to cover up my naked parts?
Nipples poking out, caressed by the cold night air, hard, expectant, moved up and down slightly as I made my way to my bicycle.
My throat felt tight, partially from the almost panic I felt, as I swallowed again and again, trying to stop myself from running back into the house, give up this silly ride. This wasn't the first time I had ridden my bicycle late at night, but this was the first time I had ever done it clothed in nothing more than socks and shoes.
My face slipped between worry and delight, my eyes glowing in the night. But my smile, it never slipped. It was so exciting. It was so bold. It was so daring. It was so dangerous. If anyone had seen me, they would have known who I was, my body and face shown to the world.
I bent down, facing away from the road, worried that if another car came by, and I noticed in time, I would dart straight for the house. Busying myself on the lock, I tried to completely ignore the world around me, the blood pounding in my ears.
I turned the numbers one by one, trying to line up the combination in the poor light. The numbers finally lined up, slipping the lock free. Letting it drop to the ground, I rolled the bicycle out to the street, a soft click, click, click, following me. As I reached the street, I looked both ways, ready to let go of it and run into the house, but no one was around at this time.
I felt a thrill run through me as I lifted my leg, my pussy opening up to the cool night air, before putting it back down and straddling the cold metal frame.
I stood there, frozen, hundreds of thoughts tumbling through my brain. Finally squashing my fear and doubt, I put one foot on a pedal, lifted my ass, and pushed down.
The cool air brushed me, welcoming me to the night. I settled my ass on the seat and started pedaling, my destination unknown. As my cheeks settled on the seat, the cold of the seat hit my hot skin. I could feel the soft padding beneath me, the firm material beneath that, supporting my cheeks. As I leaned down, the seat pressed against my pussy lips, the up and down motion of my legs pushing the petals down causing the seat to rub my lips, stimulating me, sending small ripples of pleasure through me with each pedal stroke (I won't mention the chafing, which isn't as sexy, but is one of the realities for women riding bicycles...).
I gathered speed, riding around the block, unsure about leaving the comfort of my neighborhood, a place to quickly escape to. Breasts bouncing, legs pumping, I rode around the block: once, twice, three times. A stray dog or two was out, the occasional living room light still on, but not another soul was around, leaving me free to ride my bicycle naked, without fear, without worry.
As the intoxication wore off, and the sense of worry disappeared, it became less thrilling, and more comfortable; just a nice, invigorating bicycle ride with the air washing over me, cooling my body as I heated up. Sweat formed, lightly coating my forehead, my thighs, my back, and my pussy continued to be teased by the soft, yet firm seat beneath my naked bottom.
Relaxing, and feeling more confident, I ventured further, heading out to the big, wide streets. The relative quiet, empty space of the neighborhoods was replaced by the relative quiet of empty streets and closed businesses. There were a few car headlights here and there, but far away from me, turning before they came too close.
I pedaled along, now feeling absolutely comfortable, like it was nothing. Then, the first car passed me. Going the opposite way, the car was soon past. I stopped, breathing heavily, watching its tail lights dwindle behind, waiting for those lights to stop, to turn around, to come back and find me. Adrenaline coursed through me, my body ready for flight. The tail lights dwindled away into nothing. I stood there, straddling my bicycle, but no one came back to find me. No one came to yell at me. No police showed up to arrest me. I was free.
I started off again, standing to gather my speed again. Soon I was underway again, riding around with no destination.
(The first time, nothing else interesting happened, however, I went out for many more rides, and was seen more than once on my rides. In fact, this was what resulted in me being arrested for indecent exposure, but since I was a minor at the time, nothing was done, other than me being grounded for a long time. I won’t write about that here though. To make this more interesting, I will include a few additional interesting points from other, later rides, below here.)
Getting braver, I pedaled down the street, towards the gas station. While it didn't have people gassing up all the time, it did have a gas station attendant at all times.
I slowed down as I approached, and noticed a car at the gas pump. Seeing someone there, I almost turned around, but forced myself to pedal past. The man pumping gas into his car looked once, and then did a double take. I could imagine his eyes widen as this girl rode past the station, breasts bouncing freely, ass in the air, with nothing to cover anything up.
I discovered, when I rode standing up, that, if someone saw me from behind, they would get a nice view of my ass, and occasional glimpses of my pussy as I pushed down on the opposite leg.
A car came up behind me, lights illuminating me, naked, on my bicycle. I did my best to avoid turning to look at the car. I stood up, still pedaling, to show myself off, hoping they would get their view then leave. As the car came up behind me, it slowed down and honked, causing me to jump, my heart feeling like it stopped. It followed for a while, and ended up behind me as we arrived at a stop light, waiting for the light to turn green.
I stood there, waiting for the light, trying to control my breathing, my pulse, as I imagined the driver’s eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body. Studying the muscles of my calves, the curve of my exposed ass. The car pulled up beside me, and my head turned away, not wanting them to see my face. I could picture their eyes studying my body in profile, my breasts, nipples hard, exposed to them. My stomach, fluttering with quick breaths. My fur, shaved, barely seen in the illumination from the overhead street light.
The light turned green, yet I waited. The car waited. I wanted to be away from their roving eyes, they wanted to continue their eye roving.
My pussy flushed with excitement as my brain screamed at me to get away. Finally, I started pedaling, crossing the intersection and continuing up the road. The car followed, slowly. I sped up and the car kept pace. Losing my nerve, I turned a corner, then another, trying to get away from the car. It followed me for the first turn, and then decided it had somewhere else to be, leaving me free to continue my ride without worry.
Riding along, I came across a couple of men walking late at night down a neighborhood street. Feeling braver, and knowing that they could not catch me on a bicycle anyways, I rode past them, slowing down to the point where I almost fell over. Drunken cat calls and whistles bombarded my ears, lewd suggestions thrown at me. I sped up slightly, standing up, and then pedaled away.
Once I was much farther down the street, I decided, as my heart beat in my chest, to go back. I slowed down and stopped a little ways away from them, so they could clearly see me but I could escape if they tried something else (After all, being seen is one thing, but I know the risk, and know what it is like to be raped. I didn't want that fate). They stood still for a minute, eyes leering at me, not moving an inch as they looked my body over, up and down. Once the effect was lost, they moved towards me, calling out their love for me, the intimate things they wanted to do to me. With that, I turned and rode away.
Friday, April 11, 2014
For Climax deprivation guy (Fantasy request)
There was this one guy in experienceproject who had an odd fetish. He wanted to be played with, but never allowed to climax. He asked me over and over how I would do it. However, I am not that cruel, so had never thought about it. Finally, one day when I was up for a writing challenge, I thought about how I would find myself in a situation where I could image myself doing this. Here is his story:
You wake up, not knowing where you are, or how you got here. You just remember a party last night, dancing, then nothing.
As you try to get up, you find your arms tied to a bed. Your feet also seem to be tied to the bed.
You look around, and notice the door opening.
I step in, looking you up and down.
"Aww, what happened? Someone play a joke on you?"
I bend over, looking at you, my low cut shirt showing my breasts, not trapped by a bra.
"Poor guy," I say. "What should I do with you?"
I look directly into your eyes, and lick my lips slowly.
"I think I have an idea."
I move down, undoing your trousers, pulling them down. Then, I pull down your boxers.
"Seems like you like this."
I give a slight laugh, one that doesn't sound very nice.
I rub my hand up your shirt, pulling it up as I gently stroke your skin.
"Not too bad," I whisper.
I step up on the bed, standing over you, green panties hiding what is underneath.
"You know, my panties are getting a git wet, watching you like this," I say, laughing again.
I slowly pull them down, showing my pussy underneath. They reach your chest, and I stand there for a second.
"Wonder what you would say if that gag wasn't in your mouth."
I lift one foot, pulling them over, then the other foot, taking them off.
"Now where to put them."
I put them on your head, slipping them over your hair.
"You look so funny with my panties on your head."
I squat down, spreading my legs, and you see my pussy spread slightly as I sit on your chest.
"So, I have to wonder. What would you do if you could move."
I run my fingers through your hair, watching your eyes dart back and forth.
"I wonder if you are hoping you will get a taste."
I move upward, shifting my way along you. You can feel my pussy on your chest as it drags across you slowly.
"Yes, that feels good."
I keep moving upward, until I am almost to your neck.
"But no, I guess you can't lick me. Too bad."
I lift myself off you, then put my pussy against the gag.
"So, I wonder, do you like this?"
I lift myself again, pressing my pussy against your nose, so you can smell me.
Looking back, I see that you are definitely reacting.
"So, you like this?"
I shift further up, until my pussy is right in front of your eyes.
"Can you see me?"
I put two fingers to my lips, spreading myself in front of your eyes.
"Hmm, such a bad boy."
I move back down, putting my pussy over your nose again.
"I wonder if you can smell my sex."
I move my hand down, rubbing my clit, slowly at first, then faster, faster.
"Ohh yes!"
I use my other hand, putting two fingers inside.
"Ohh, it feels good!"
I work my fingers on my clit and inside my pussy, faster, harder. You can hear the sounds, wet, squishy. You can smell my juices.
"Ohhhh god yes!"
I climax, rolling over next to you.
"That felt wonderful," I whisper.
I take off the rest of my clothes, laying down next to you. You can feel my breasts pushed against your side, my arm over you, cuddling close. My legs wrap around your leg, capturing it.
"Well sweety, I would love to talk to you, but I guess we can't right now."
With that, I caress you, chest, face, even patting your stiff penis from time to time. Eventually, I get sleep.
"Well, good night. See you in the morning."
With that, I fall asleep beside you, naked, as you are left unable to do anything but feel and hear and think.
You wake up, not knowing where you are, or how you got here. You just remember a party last night, dancing, then nothing.
As you try to get up, you find your arms tied to a bed. Your feet also seem to be tied to the bed.
You look around, and notice the door opening.
I step in, looking you up and down.
"Aww, what happened? Someone play a joke on you?"
I bend over, looking at you, my low cut shirt showing my breasts, not trapped by a bra.
"Poor guy," I say. "What should I do with you?"
I look directly into your eyes, and lick my lips slowly.
"I think I have an idea."
I move down, undoing your trousers, pulling them down. Then, I pull down your boxers.
"Seems like you like this."
I give a slight laugh, one that doesn't sound very nice.
I rub my hand up your shirt, pulling it up as I gently stroke your skin.
"Not too bad," I whisper.
I step up on the bed, standing over you, green panties hiding what is underneath.
"You know, my panties are getting a git wet, watching you like this," I say, laughing again.
I slowly pull them down, showing my pussy underneath. They reach your chest, and I stand there for a second.
"Wonder what you would say if that gag wasn't in your mouth."
I lift one foot, pulling them over, then the other foot, taking them off.
"Now where to put them."
I put them on your head, slipping them over your hair.
"You look so funny with my panties on your head."
I squat down, spreading my legs, and you see my pussy spread slightly as I sit on your chest.
"So, I have to wonder. What would you do if you could move."
I run my fingers through your hair, watching your eyes dart back and forth.
"I wonder if you are hoping you will get a taste."
I move upward, shifting my way along you. You can feel my pussy on your chest as it drags across you slowly.
"Yes, that feels good."
I keep moving upward, until I am almost to your neck.
"But no, I guess you can't lick me. Too bad."
I lift myself off you, then put my pussy against the gag.
"So, I wonder, do you like this?"
I lift myself again, pressing my pussy against your nose, so you can smell me.
Looking back, I see that you are definitely reacting.
"So, you like this?"
I shift further up, until my pussy is right in front of your eyes.
"Can you see me?"
I put two fingers to my lips, spreading myself in front of your eyes.
"Hmm, such a bad boy."
I move back down, putting my pussy over your nose again.
"I wonder if you can smell my sex."
I move my hand down, rubbing my clit, slowly at first, then faster, faster.
"Ohh yes!"
I use my other hand, putting two fingers inside.
"Ohh, it feels good!"
I work my fingers on my clit and inside my pussy, faster, harder. You can hear the sounds, wet, squishy. You can smell my juices.
"Ohhhh god yes!"
I climax, rolling over next to you.
"That felt wonderful," I whisper.
I take off the rest of my clothes, laying down next to you. You can feel my breasts pushed against your side, my arm over you, cuddling close. My legs wrap around your leg, capturing it.
"Well sweety, I would love to talk to you, but I guess we can't right now."
With that, I caress you, chest, face, even patting your stiff penis from time to time. Eventually, I get sleep.
"Well, good night. See you in the morning."
With that, I fall asleep beside you, naked, as you are left unable to do anything but feel and hear and think.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Maybe my brain broke?
Just a little post, about something that happened to me this weekend.
I walked out on my back balcony this Sunday. Boring so far, I know.
The funny part is, I was naked. The odd part is, I didn't do it intentionally, I didn't even realize what I was doing. I just wanted to step outside, and didn't even think about my state of dress, or undress in this case.
I was standing there, enjoying the fresh air, when all the sudden I realized that I was standing here, enjoying fresh air, without clothes, in a place where I was not suppose to be without clothes: outside.
Just wondering what my readers think about this, because how on earth could I just do something like that without realizing it? It's like I totally lost track of my current state and the appropriateness based on my location.
Maybe I am just suffering from severe baby brain? Or maybe something else is wrong with me? Has anyone else found themselves in a situation like this?
Please leave me your comments below. I wold like to hear what you think of this. And remember, you can make comments anonymously. Just in case you don't like the idea of commenting with your blogger/gmail/etc name.
I walked out on my back balcony this Sunday. Boring so far, I know.
The funny part is, I was naked. The odd part is, I didn't do it intentionally, I didn't even realize what I was doing. I just wanted to step outside, and didn't even think about my state of dress, or undress in this case.
I was standing there, enjoying the fresh air, when all the sudden I realized that I was standing here, enjoying fresh air, without clothes, in a place where I was not suppose to be without clothes: outside.
Just wondering what my readers think about this, because how on earth could I just do something like that without realizing it? It's like I totally lost track of my current state and the appropriateness based on my location.
Maybe I am just suffering from severe baby brain? Or maybe something else is wrong with me? Has anyone else found themselves in a situation like this?
Please leave me your comments below. I wold like to hear what you think of this. And remember, you can make comments anonymously. Just in case you don't like the idea of commenting with your blogger/gmail/etc name.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Two plus one equals fun (Fantasy request)
I received a request to write a story about a woman who is married, but who's husband allows her to have a girlfriend also. The story request was of the husband coming home and experiencing his wife and her girlfriend.
Here is the story I wrote for it:
I hear the doorbell ring, springing up from the bed, while whispering, "Wait here, I will bring him in."
I throw a see through robe over me, my naked form clearly visible through the thin, white fabric.
The doorbell rings again, and I arrive at the door, peeking through the peep hole, just to make sure.
I see you waiting at the door, for me to open the door, to let you in.
Opening the door, you see my body, my breasts, my nipples poking the fabric, waiting, expectant.
"Hello sweety," I say breathlessly as your eyes look me over. "I missed you."
You chuckle, your eyes drinking in my body. "I bet you did," you say, lust filling your eyes.
Leading you in the living room, I pull you over to the couch, sit you down. I pull out length of cloth, long and thin, and make a simple request. "Let me put this over your eyes. I want to surprise you."
You look at me strangely, wondering what has come over me, but decide to play along.
I gently bind it over your eyes, so you cannot see, and then take your hand again. Standing up, pulling you along, I lead you into the bedroom.
Guiding you to the bed, I push you backwards, until your legs hit the edge, and you slowly lower yourself down, careful since you cannot see. You feel my hands move over your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your chest. Kisses dot your chest, my warm lips exploring your exposed skin, hands softly caressing you.
I untie your shoes, pulling them off, one, then the other. Your socks roll off, then I move to your belt. It is loosened, removed, your pants next. I slowly unbutton them, unzip them, as more kisses hit your hot skin. Soon, your pants are gone, exposing your underwear underneath, tended by your hard, waiting penis.
I pull your underwear off, exposing your penis to my feasting eyes, running the tips of my fingers along your hard shaft, around your soft head. You feel your penis enter my mouth, tasting you, teasing you. Rolling your scrotum around in my hands, softly, I continue shifting your penis in my mouth, the taste intoxicating, pulling it deep inside.
Leaving you, I lean over, whispering in your ear. "Stay there, don't move."
I take your hand, lead it up to the bed post, having you scoot further onto the bed. Your wrist meets the headboard, and another length of cloth is wrapped around it, tying your hand to the bedpost.
"No fair peeking," I coo to you, breath whispering in your ear.
I take the other hand, tying it to the opposite side.
You feel my weight settle back between your legs, again taking your hard penis into my mouth, tongue rolling along the tip, lips against the hard shaft. A weight settles on the side of the bed, from a different place. You wonder what is going on, but hold your peace.
Lips come down, pressed firmly against your lips, as a tongue presses between them, savoring a kiss, gently probing your mouth.
Someone else is here. You can smell the perfume, taste the femininity. You feel someone place their legs on either side of your head, lower themselves on your lips. You can taste a hot, wet pussy pushed against your lips, inviting you to explore it with your tongue, while another set of lips continues working on your penis.
The lips of the pussy are parted, and as your tongue probes, you can taste the salty, wet excitement from the person against your lips.
Hands reach back behind you, and when the blindfold is removed, you see her there, pussy pressed against your mouth, stomach, breasts, the face of my lover.
Once the blindfold is removed, we move, one to each side, and untie your hands. You feel yourself wanting to enter us, but we shake our head. "Not to fast."
I have you move into a sitting position, and my girlfriend lays down at the bottom of the bed. My mouth again wraps around your penis, taking it in, running my tongue along the ridge, right below the head, while my hips settle down over my girlfriend, my pussy pressed up against her mouth.
You watch in excitement as my girlfriend starts licking my pussy, running her tongue along the lips, then pushing inside. She first penetrates me, then moves her tongue to my clit, poking and stroking it, making me wetter and wetter.
Your hands reach out, caressing my breasts, lightly flicking the tips, sending thrills down my spine as I am stimulated both below and above.
My girlfriend moves out from under me, as I shift my ass up in the air, on hands and knees. Her fingers on one hand enter me, while her other hand finds my clit, rubbing it, softly, harder, harder, bringing me closer and closer. My head moves faster, my mouth sucking, my hands grabbing your shaft to rub it up and down while my tongue rolls over the head, faster, harder. The closer I get, the closer I feel you get, as I gasp, breathless, wanting to feel you cum, wanting to climax when you do.
You burst, cumming in my mouth, and I feel myself explode, climaxing to my girlfriends experienced hands.
Taking my mouth off your penis, we shift again, my girlfriend sitting next to you, turning towards you, opening her legs wide, wanting her climax.
As you harden up again, I straddle your hips, guiding your hardening penis to my pussy, pushing it inside, lowering myself down on top of you. My girlfriend takes your hand in hers, pushing your hands against her entrance.
You push your fingers inside her, penetrating her, luxuriating in her wetness, while I start moving my hips up and down. I work my hips up, until your penis is barely inside me, then back down, slowly at first, quicker, quicker. Your hands work on my girlfriend, fingers plunging in and out of her, while her fingers rub her clit back and forth. Your other hand gently caresses her breasts, giving them light squeezes, rolling her nipples around with your thumb and finger.
The movements bring you closer and closer. Me and my girlfriend lean over, against each other, sharing a deep kiss while you continue thrusting your fingers inside her.
Suddenly, she moans against my lips, her fingers stopping on her clit as she shudders slightly. Her pussy tightens on your fingers, bringing you over the edge, cumming deep inside my pussy. As I feel you cumming, I too climax, tightening on your hard shaft, squeezing your penis as it spurts inside me.
All three of us collapse in a pile of arms, and lets, and other parts, as we rest from cumming at the same time. As we regain ourselves, disentangling, we look at each other, slowly admiring each others naked bodies.
The night still has a long way to go.
Here is the story I wrote for it:
I hear the doorbell ring, springing up from the bed, while whispering, "Wait here, I will bring him in."
I throw a see through robe over me, my naked form clearly visible through the thin, white fabric.
The doorbell rings again, and I arrive at the door, peeking through the peep hole, just to make sure.
I see you waiting at the door, for me to open the door, to let you in.
Opening the door, you see my body, my breasts, my nipples poking the fabric, waiting, expectant.
"Hello sweety," I say breathlessly as your eyes look me over. "I missed you."
You chuckle, your eyes drinking in my body. "I bet you did," you say, lust filling your eyes.
Leading you in the living room, I pull you over to the couch, sit you down. I pull out length of cloth, long and thin, and make a simple request. "Let me put this over your eyes. I want to surprise you."
You look at me strangely, wondering what has come over me, but decide to play along.
I gently bind it over your eyes, so you cannot see, and then take your hand again. Standing up, pulling you along, I lead you into the bedroom.
Guiding you to the bed, I push you backwards, until your legs hit the edge, and you slowly lower yourself down, careful since you cannot see. You feel my hands move over your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your chest. Kisses dot your chest, my warm lips exploring your exposed skin, hands softly caressing you.
I untie your shoes, pulling them off, one, then the other. Your socks roll off, then I move to your belt. It is loosened, removed, your pants next. I slowly unbutton them, unzip them, as more kisses hit your hot skin. Soon, your pants are gone, exposing your underwear underneath, tended by your hard, waiting penis.
I pull your underwear off, exposing your penis to my feasting eyes, running the tips of my fingers along your hard shaft, around your soft head. You feel your penis enter my mouth, tasting you, teasing you. Rolling your scrotum around in my hands, softly, I continue shifting your penis in my mouth, the taste intoxicating, pulling it deep inside.
Leaving you, I lean over, whispering in your ear. "Stay there, don't move."
I take your hand, lead it up to the bed post, having you scoot further onto the bed. Your wrist meets the headboard, and another length of cloth is wrapped around it, tying your hand to the bedpost.
"No fair peeking," I coo to you, breath whispering in your ear.
I take the other hand, tying it to the opposite side.
You feel my weight settle back between your legs, again taking your hard penis into my mouth, tongue rolling along the tip, lips against the hard shaft. A weight settles on the side of the bed, from a different place. You wonder what is going on, but hold your peace.
Lips come down, pressed firmly against your lips, as a tongue presses between them, savoring a kiss, gently probing your mouth.
Someone else is here. You can smell the perfume, taste the femininity. You feel someone place their legs on either side of your head, lower themselves on your lips. You can taste a hot, wet pussy pushed against your lips, inviting you to explore it with your tongue, while another set of lips continues working on your penis.
The lips of the pussy are parted, and as your tongue probes, you can taste the salty, wet excitement from the person against your lips.
Hands reach back behind you, and when the blindfold is removed, you see her there, pussy pressed against your mouth, stomach, breasts, the face of my lover.
Once the blindfold is removed, we move, one to each side, and untie your hands. You feel yourself wanting to enter us, but we shake our head. "Not to fast."
I have you move into a sitting position, and my girlfriend lays down at the bottom of the bed. My mouth again wraps around your penis, taking it in, running my tongue along the ridge, right below the head, while my hips settle down over my girlfriend, my pussy pressed up against her mouth.
You watch in excitement as my girlfriend starts licking my pussy, running her tongue along the lips, then pushing inside. She first penetrates me, then moves her tongue to my clit, poking and stroking it, making me wetter and wetter.
Your hands reach out, caressing my breasts, lightly flicking the tips, sending thrills down my spine as I am stimulated both below and above.
My girlfriend moves out from under me, as I shift my ass up in the air, on hands and knees. Her fingers on one hand enter me, while her other hand finds my clit, rubbing it, softly, harder, harder, bringing me closer and closer. My head moves faster, my mouth sucking, my hands grabbing your shaft to rub it up and down while my tongue rolls over the head, faster, harder. The closer I get, the closer I feel you get, as I gasp, breathless, wanting to feel you cum, wanting to climax when you do.
You burst, cumming in my mouth, and I feel myself explode, climaxing to my girlfriends experienced hands.
Taking my mouth off your penis, we shift again, my girlfriend sitting next to you, turning towards you, opening her legs wide, wanting her climax.
As you harden up again, I straddle your hips, guiding your hardening penis to my pussy, pushing it inside, lowering myself down on top of you. My girlfriend takes your hand in hers, pushing your hands against her entrance.
You push your fingers inside her, penetrating her, luxuriating in her wetness, while I start moving my hips up and down. I work my hips up, until your penis is barely inside me, then back down, slowly at first, quicker, quicker. Your hands work on my girlfriend, fingers plunging in and out of her, while her fingers rub her clit back and forth. Your other hand gently caresses her breasts, giving them light squeezes, rolling her nipples around with your thumb and finger.
The movements bring you closer and closer. Me and my girlfriend lean over, against each other, sharing a deep kiss while you continue thrusting your fingers inside her.
Suddenly, she moans against my lips, her fingers stopping on her clit as she shudders slightly. Her pussy tightens on your fingers, bringing you over the edge, cumming deep inside my pussy. As I feel you cumming, I too climax, tightening on your hard shaft, squeezing your penis as it spurts inside me.
All three of us collapse in a pile of arms, and lets, and other parts, as we rest from cumming at the same time. As we regain ourselves, disentangling, we look at each other, slowly admiring each others naked bodies.
The night still has a long way to go.
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