Blog change

Did you miss me?
My hard nipples, poking into the soft fabric of my blouse? Rubbing against the fabric, straining for release, to be free, the breeze gently running across their sensitive surface. To be teased, a rough tongue gently playing over the firm surface. To be pinched, and poked. Thumb and finger gently squeezing the pink, hard flesh. Tugging them, stretching them, as a soft moan escapes my lips.

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked.

I guess that is the consequence of trying to read the writings of a girl with serious ADHD...I tend to start great, but then end up doing something else and disappear for a while.

So, what did you miss? The short skirts, the high heels, the leather and lace?

Dancing at the club, he is so close i can feel his breath on me. Who is he? I don't know, I was just dancing. We are almost touching, his eyes lingering on my low cut dress, watching my cleavage, the inner mounds of my breasts. I get lost in the beat, lost in the world, feeling the pounding, feeling the rhythm, hips swaying, feet shuffling, arms swaying to the rhythm. Primal, raw, intoxicating. I feel him touch me, but I am lost, not noticing beyond being aware, not caring. His hand brushes against my side, and I move closer, enjoying the sensation. I press myself against him, enjoying the touch as the beat entrances me. He grabs my left ass cheek, softly squeezing. A thrill runs through me, and I return the favor, grabbing his ass in turn. It is hard, muscled, feels good in my hand. I bring my lips up, facing him, eyes closed as a revel in the sensations, the music, the touch. His lips find mine. His dry lips. Cracked, rough. I prefer softness, but it doesn't matter, lost in the moment. His tongue forces its way between my lips. I think of resisting, but give in. I don't even know what he looks like, who he is, eyes closed, feeling his tongue thrust into my waiting mouth in time with the music. I press my body against his side, my legs almost wrapped around his leg, breasts mashed against him, as his need for my mouth pushes his tongue in frantic motions. He ate onions, his breath heavy with them. I don't like onions, but I ignore it, focusing on the music, and what his other hand is doing, since it is now squeezing my breast. One on my ass cheek, one on my breast. Tit for tat, I grab his groin. I can feel his hard bulge under his jeans. Tight jeans. Not a bad package. My eyes open wide as he slips his hand under my dress, pushing his fingers against my panties, rubbing them against my pussy. He hasn't shaved for a few days, his stubble black. His eyes brown. Nose slightly offset, like it had been broken and not put back quite right. Or broken more than once. A tattoo on his cheek, A pot leaf. A septum piercing, the ring thick. His eyes look cold. A gangbanger or something? That is what he looks like. Raw, intimidating, powerful. The music, the man, matching. He looks like the kind of guy you ask to kill someone, not the kind of man you bring to mom and dad. Dangerous. So why am I letting him pull me towards the back?

Sorry, see, sidetracked. You can use your imagination to figure out what me and him do in the back, back room, bathroom, alley. Who knows. Anyways, that is not what this post is about. It is to let everyone know I am back, and horny as ever. I know I have an old story to finish, Brotherly Love, but I will be starting a new story. About a party girl, and things that go to far. I can't explain why I am in the mood for darker fantasy. For writing about humiliation, degradation, and objectification, a girl who goes to far and doesn't really care, but that is what I will be working on next. I will get back to Brotherly Love sometime...

But also, I will be changing the blog a bit. I am going to try experimenting with the pages system, see if I can put chain stories together, so they are easier to read together. We will see how that works out. I am not computer stupid, but not that great either, so it may end up a mess. Then again, messed can be fun. Hot, sticky, salty messes, on my tits, on my ass, on my face and in my mouth, in my pussy. Want to watch me swallow?

Anyways, so, a little heads up on what is coming, and sorry to frustrate, it is not intentional. It is just the consequence of enjoying stories written by someone with a few...focus problems...

Update: Yes, I have noticed the format is all messed up on some that I copied and pasted from another location. The EP copy/pastes are the worst -.-
I am trying to fix this...

Warned you it might be a little...messy...

More updates: Disappearing posts-some posts will be disappearing from the home page feed. They are still there, but will be hidden. These are the ones I have created a separate page for. The links to the original posts will be at the top of those pages, so the stories aren't gone, and the comments on those won't be gone either. They will just not clutter up the home page. I think I will eventually move all "story/experience" posts to their own page, so the home page will just be my whatever ramblings.

Anyways, let me know what you think of the changes in the comments.

Not dead yet

I just wanted to drop a little note to everyone and let you know, I am still around. Sorry, things have been incredibly busy for me lately. No real time to write stories, and too busy to actually get in the mood.

Not that I am not being my usual naughty self, just that I can't find enough time to write about it.

No tantalizing glimpses of forbidden flesh. No naughty noon delights. No time to tease the repair man when he comes over to fix the water heater.

But, I have a thought about this. I know that some of my readers are very good at making stories too. I have read some of your stories, and have gotten more than a little wet at some of them.

So, I extend an offer to anyone who might be interested in posting their own stories on here to email me. My email address is in my profile, but just in case, it is dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail.com. Please remember, I do this for my own pleasure, not for money or fame or anything else. I don't make money in any way from my stories here, so I cannot pay for submissions. If you would like to post here with me, it will be for your own pleasure of writing.

Also, this offer isn't open to just anyone. You will need to email me some samples, and if they don't make me wet, if they can't spark my imagination and send tingles running through my body like a lover nibbling on my ear while his fingers explore my skin, then I apologize, but I cannot invite you to join me.

But that doesn't mean you need to be the world's best writer. I know I am far from it. I understand no one writes perfectly, that is why there are editors. Your stories just need to be captivating enough so that when I close my eyes, I can imagine it. It can be sensual, or completely hardcore. It can be anything that stays within legal boundaries. Of course, I can also understand, I do not have a big, popular blog. Literotica has a bigger following, and maybe your writing talent would be better spent there and not wasted here. But, I would love to see if anyone is willing to join me.

So, can you tantalize me?

A little peek on the bus, as you sit beside me? I can see it growing, as your eyes look me over. Will you be brave enough to take it out, here, with me watching? Who knows, maybe I will play with it a little, or maybe I will laugh. Care to take your chances?

Maybe if you show it, I will run my fingers across it. Play with it and tease it. Take a little nibble. After all, this is a little story, so it is easy to wear a skirt, with nothing underneath. Maybe I will sit in your lap, trying to fit the pieces together. Ever made love on a moving bus, while trying to be discreet enough to not get caught?

Or maybe I will look at you and scream, aghast at what you are showing me. Calling attention to you, bringing everyone's eyes on you. Looking, pointing, laughing. Can you hear the sirens coming as people are on the phone with the police? Do you know what happens in jail?

Or maybe I will just watch you, as you play with it, thrilled by the idea of being watched. I could even join you, if the mood is right. Forcing my hands down my pants, wiggling fingers creating bulges seen through denim.

Who knows, maybe I am a little high, or a little drunk. I could be so excited that I put on my own strip show for everyone in the bus. Then again, lewd conduct also applies to women, so those sirens could be for me. Sending me to a jail cell. And you know what happens in jail.

So many flavors, so many choices, so many risks and rewards and adventures. But, are you will to join me on them, or will I just play with myself, everyone watching but no one joining?

But, regardless of if you join me or not, I do want to give my sincere thank you to everyone who joins me here. I love you all, and look forward to giving you more naughty little stories in the future (As well as finishing brotherly love, which, yes, I do have plans for. I the basics of the entire story, I just need to write it down and fill in all the details.)

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.

Story Slow down alert

So, just to let people know, this week I will probably not be making as many posts, since work will be getting busy, and school is back in session.

With that aside, I have wondered if I can create more than a short story. I have always wanted to write a novel, and have been thinking of the success of 50 Shades of Grey. However, I would prefer to write my own novel, real or fantasy, but am not that great at coming up with completely original ideas. I have instead always been better at taking an idea and improving upon it.

As such, I would love it if people can leave me comments on idea suggestions. They can be naughty or not. Honestly, this blog is the first time I have written naughty, so I am better at normal stories.

Anyways, thoughts on story ideas beyond just sexual experience or fantasies, something I could take and make a full fledged story from would be wonderful. Anyways, hope to see you in the comments, I love hearing what people think.

Upcoming stories

Just thought I would leave a little note here so any readers I may have knows what is coming soon.

I have written about my first time ever streaking. It is short, I cannot figure out how to make a great story from it, but when I release it, you are free to leave thoughts and suggestions on how to improve it without actually changing it, since it is a true story, not a fantasy.

I have also written about one of my flashing experiences. I am trying to decide if I want to break it up into two, but again, it is hard to write more than "I did this, and this is what I saw", since, unlike fantasies, I do not know what people are thinking.

One of my fantasy stories I wrote is about a train groping. I will tell you this, I was wet the whole time I wrote it, and ended up chafing a bit because my panties were wet almost the whole day thinking about it. I hope that is a wonderful naughty story that you will like as much as I liked fantasizing about it.

I am also writing a somewhat darker fantasy that involves me being suffocated and stuffed, to become a permanent toy for someone/many someones. For those who do not want to read anything about erotic asphyxiation and what happens after, I suggest skipping it. I will explain more in the story heading.

I am also debating an insect fantasy (This story turned me on, soooo much, even though this is nothing I would ever think of myself [I honestly HATE bugs, but oddly was completely aroused, to the point that I saw a snail the other day, and was turned on thinking about it sliming its way across my naked flesh]. In fact, it is why I started this blog and joined tribe. Her story made me realize how much I have missed my naughty, dirty, kinky side, so my many thanks to Sarah for waking me back up. It got me thinking about other things too, as well as the insects. Just not sure I want to write about it, since I have never actually experienced it, so I am not sure I can do it justice).

I will probably also copy over one of my tribe stories that I wrote as a request. I have been thinking that it is not fair to only leave it up on tribe, since some of my readers here may never go to that website.

Please also notice, I love hearing your thoughts, and I try to respond (emails and comments). Remember, you can drop me an email anytime at my dirtylittlemestorytime@gmail address and I will get it, and try to respond to it. Please remember, I am more than just your dirty little secret, I also have real opinions on real matters, and I keep everything you say between you and me only (And those naughty NSA agents that are probably spying on all of our dirty little secrets, so remember, if you don't want someone to know, don't email it, don't talk about it on the phone, don't search for it on the internet, because they are probably watching you. In fact, if you are truly worried about it, I would suggest just going back to face to face discussions and notes with a self destruct sequence...I'll shut up about it now...). I understand I am a bit of an attention whore, but I also have a kind heart and am warm and understanding, so you can share anything you want with me.

Anyways, please feel free to leave your thoughts, feelings, impressions, story ideas, and whatever else in the comments. Even what you do not like about my writing is fair game. After all, how can I improve if I don't know what I am doing wrong? Just remember, these are all of our dirty little stories, and I want to see you in the stories with me.