A poem I stumbled across (Not mine)

It was a spring day, a day, a day for a lay when the air Smelled like a
locker-room, a day to blow or get blown. Returning from lunch I turned
my corner and there On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone. I
glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined A forceful
torso, the light-blue denims divulged Much. I observed the snug curves
where they hugged the behind, I watched the crotch where the cloth
intriguingly bulged.

Our eyes met, I felt sick. My knees turned weak. I couldn't move. I
didn't know what to say. In a blur I heard words myself like a stranger
speak. "Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."

I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy He told me his
story. Present address next door. Half Polish half Irish The youngest.
From Illinois. Profession mechanic. Name Bud. Age twenty-four.

He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along The back of my
sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck The blond hairs on the wrist near my
head. His chin was strong, His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my
luck. And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.

I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh. His reply
was to move closer. I trembled. My heart Thumped and jumped as my
fingers went to his fly. I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there. I
sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge Of the basket I
asked for.

I came to warm flesh then to hair, I went on. I found what I hoped. I
groped. It was large. He responded to my fondling in a charming,
disarming way: Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt And
lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away. Carefully drawing
it out, I beheld what I held.

The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft, With perfectly beveled
rim of unusual weight And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate Singular powers
of extension.

For a second or two, It lay there inert then suddenly stirred in my
hand, Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do, And then
with a violent jerk began to expand. By soundless bounds it extended and
distended, by quick Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its
full size.

Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick, A royal column ineffably
solemn and wise. I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze,
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob, I stroked it from
top to bottom. I got on my knees. I lowered my head. I opened my mouth
for the job.

But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced His shoes. He
removed his socks. Stood up. Shed His pants altogether. Muscles in arms
and waist Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head. I scanned his
tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown Trunk against white shorts taut
around small Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down. I tore
off my clothes. He faced me smiling. I saw all.

The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out With a slight flare
upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw An odd little nod my way.
From the slot of the spout Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.

The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man, A tangle of curls
and whorls, luxuriant but couth. Except for a spur of golden hairs that
fan To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.

Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs, The firm vase of
his sperm, like a bulging pear, Cradling its handsome glands, two
herculean eggs, Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.

We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch, All fact contact,
the attack and the interlock Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at
the touch Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and
closed on it tight as I could. The upright warmth of his belly lay all
along mine. Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood. I stroked the
lobes of his ears, the back of his head And the broad shoulders.

I took bold hold of the compact Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He
fell on the bed. Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the
act. Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled.

My lips Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes Assessed the
chest. I caressed the athletic hips And the slim limbs. I approved the
grooves of the thighs. I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit.

I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste Of its hot
hollow. My fingers began to drift On a trek of inspection, a leisurely
tour of the waist. Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick.

But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed Its pleading
need by a pretty imploring kick. "Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He
shifted his limbs in assent, Turned on his side and opened his legs, let
me pass To the dark parts behind.

I kissed as I went The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to
his arse. Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in Down the shaggy
slopes. I came to the puckered goal. It was quick to my licking. He
pressed his crotch to my chin. His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed
in his hole.

His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked His legs and lay
panting, hot as a teen-age boy. Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get
sucked, Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.

I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare From scrotum
level. Sighting along the underside Of his cock, I looked through the
forest of pubic hair To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and
wide. I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat Sutures
of the capacious bag.

I adored the grace Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat Up
to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face. Slipping my
lips round the Byzantine dome of the head, With the tip of my tongue I
caressed the sensitive groove. He thrilled to the trill. "That's
lovely!" he hoarsely said.

"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move. Gently, intently, I slid
to the massive base Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down In
the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace Inch by inch the smooth
way to the throbbing crown.

Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come As I descended and
ascended those thick distended walls. I grasped his root between left
forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls. I plunged
with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a
corkscrew roll with my tongue.

His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered, "Oh!" As I tongued and
squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung. Then I pressed on the spot
where the groin is joined to the cock, Slipped a finger into his arse
and massaged him from inside. The secret sluices of his juices began to
unlock.

He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried. Waves of immeasurable
pleasures mounted his member in quick Spasms. I lay still in the notch
of his crotch inhaling his sweat His ring convulsed round my finger.
Into me, rich and thick, His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet
after jet.

Questions about excuses

So, I wanted to ask some of you something.

Lets say someone was coming over for a repair. Like a hot water unit repair in a bathroom, or to collect stuff for moving, or install cable, or whatever.

What kind of excuses would seem plausible to a guy for a girl to show herself off either partially or fully exposed. Not just any excuse, but an excuse that seems believable on why a girl would be seen by the guy in a partially undressed or completely undressed state.

I know some, like leaving the bedroom door cracked while changing, but that doesn't give me any ideas when the repairman is in the bathroom by the living room, fixing the hot water heater. He wouldn't see unless he wandered around the house, which he shouldn't be doing.

I want to give a bit of a tease, but not give them the impression that I want to have sex, so they would need to think that the exposure is unintentional.

I have some clothes that are a bit opaque that I can get away with, but want to know how to take it even further. Running through the living room in a towel to get to the bathroom for my shower is okay, and my towel slipping, but, aside from something like that, I cannot think of other ways to actually be in a sexy little nothing, or nothing at all, without them thinking I am showing off on purpose.

Wearing a short skirt is okay, exposing panties, but what if I just want him to see me in the panties without the skirt? Or bottomless?

A top that is slightly see through, while I am wearing no bra, is easy to justify, but how do I do away with the shirt, and just wear a bra, or go completely topless?

So, any male readers out there, I beg, please give me some ideas. I have the moving guys coming in a few days, and want to be ready. I already missed a great opportunity when the water heater repair man was over. Once I move, I will even have to have the cable guys over, and some delivery guys. Lots of opportunities, and I really need your help. I will even write up some stories based on what I try.

Please, please, leave me your comments below.

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.)

A cancer story (Dedication for someone)

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.

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 it slightly.

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.)

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.

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.

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.

[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.

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.

[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.

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.

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.

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