Things Dad Won't Do Too

Dad is also not into water sports. We've never really even discussed it, except when I was younger and curious and he just gave me the facts and said I could find out on my own if I wanted. I did, and I like a certain amount of pee play at times. I'm not into scat, and I've never even asked Dad about that because I'm sure he'd say no.

My brother will sometimes indulge my needs, but he's not really into it either. He doesn't mind if we're showering together and I ask him to pee on me, or if he's inside me and I ask him to give me a golden enema, and a few times he's even let me mount him and pee on him, but for the most part he's just not interested. He says he doesn't like to watch me get piss on my face either; it turns him off. And he finds it hard sometimes to get anything to come out because he says I make him so hard that it short circuits his bladder. I can sympathise.

The most I can get out of Dad is to let me watch him pee. Understand, I don't need piss 24/7. It's just that occasionally I do like a little golden fun. I'm not wild about playing a toilet because with some guys, that's just an invitation; you would not believe the number of times I've had a guy who found out I was into water sports and then wanted me to eat his shit too. It's really not the same thing.

I did have a relationship with a guy once where it worked out. We went on a camping trip, just the two of us, and spent most of the time fucking. He never asked me about scat, but we each spent the week drinking each other's piss. Whenever he had to go, he'd just pull his cock out of his pants and I'd let him piss in my mouth, or if I felt the urge I'd hike up my skirt and squat over his face. He tasted better than any other piss I've ever had, and all the hiking made us thirsty, so we drank a lot. I wouldn't want to do it forever, but it was fun.

He couldn't understand why anyone would want to waste piss by being peed on, so he never asked me to give him a shower, but he did let me talk him into pissing into my pussy a few times. We made love up against trees and in the grass while we hiked, and he really liked me to bend over at the waist and try to point my pussy straight up, and then he would fill me up with warm piss and leave me like that for as long as I could hold it. Then he would go and grab a cup and catch whatever leaked out when I finally had to stand up. It actually tasted better that way.

Having a guy piss into you is different from having him cum inside you; to me it feels like I'm a water balloon. The piss works its way up into my deepest space, and the force of the stream, if he aims it right, really tickles my cervix. There's also a certain element of submission, being used as a toilet. I can't say that the taste is my favorite thing about it; it's more the feeling.

Well, I can't convince my dad, so I'm sure I won't convince too many other people. But it can be fun. Just don't do it on a bed; the smell lingers forever. The shower or at the beach or pool or somewhere outdoors with no clothes on, that's the best place.

My Mom

I promised I would talk some about my mom, and today I guess I will. In case you're reading Mom, you're terrific.

Okay, part of the reason I don't talk about my mom as much is because we've never done anything sexual, really, and that's what this blog is about. If the blog were about bonding with my mother by cooking, or what a great parent she is, or how she's helped me so much, then I could spend hours talking about her. But as far as sex goes, Mom is something of an enigma.

I know she likes sex, since she and my dad certainly do it often enough. She's not interested in other women, something I know both from her lack of interest in me and my sisters and from Dad telling me that even before they were married she was never interested in that aspect of things. That's okay; he's not into men, so I guess they go well together. She and my dad have had group sex (maybe I'll tell some of those stories another time) but her focus has always been on the guys involved.

She doesn't mind being watched, and she's still got a great body, but she's not exhibitionist. She doesn't leave the blinds up so the neighbors can see her walking around naked or anything, and I think she'd probably turn down someone who wanted to take pictures of her naked. She's conscious of the eroticism of the naked body or of sex, but she doesn't see it that way, I guess. She, for instance, would never write a blog like this because she wouldn't see the point; it would be like writing a blog about taking baths, I guess.

She's less sexually driven than the rest of the family with the possible exception of my oldest sister. When the family gets frisky she usually just shakes her head and says, "You guys," and leaves us to it. Once, that I can remember anyway, she let my dad and my brother talk her into having a threesome with them, and from the look of her I think she was just doing it to humor them. Since she's patently anti-anal, she wouldn't get to enjoy what is to me the best aspect of a threesome anyway: double penetration. I'm sure they had a good time, still, because she's very good in bed, knows all kinds of techniques, or at least so I'm told, since as I said I've never been with her.

I've watched her and Dad together and her and my brother, as well as her and a few other people (maybe those stories another time too), and the one thing I know I inherited from her is her love of cum inside her; she practically always orgasms at the end when her partner cums inside her. Maybe that's why she's not into women. So when she lets me finish Dad off after they make love, she's really sacrificing for me. If I could only talk her into letting me lick the cum out of her afterward, then we could both be happy. Maybe some day.

I don't know what her favorite position is, because she doesn't stick to just one. She's usually under my brother, largely because when they first started out, she was larger than he was and it was easier to teach him when he was on top. I've seen her in some very strange positions with my dad; she's more flexible than I care to be.

Bottom line: I love my mom, and I would love to express that physically, but I'm not going to force her to do anything, just as I would never force my father and brother to make love. She's pretty traditional, in certain ways, which sounds funny when you first meet her but which makes sense after a while. I just think she's missing out on some very fun stuff.

Things Dad Won't Do

God, all this talk about my brother and assfucking is making my ass feel sad and lonely. And Dad won't do anal. He doesn't get turned on by it, no matter how hard I try. Says it makes him feel dirty, or some such. My mom doesn't do anal either, which is why my brother is my only familial source of that forbidden pleasure, and boy do we love anal. But he's not here right now, so my ass is unloved.

I'm toying with the idea of getting my new fuckbuddy, let's give him a name, Glen, to roger my rear smartly. I don't know how he'd react though. I'm not sure that, by the time I see him again on Friday, I'll care. But that remains to be seen.

Or I could dress up like a guy, bind my breasts, and seduce Hunk. No way he'd ever think I was a guy, but maybe if I got him really drunk... nah. Never work. I'll just have to content myself with my favorite anal porn, maybe a butt plug or something. I've got a small, inconspicuous one which I can actually wear around as long as my pants aren't too tight. Then whenever I sit down... it sounds more and more appealing. I wish my brother were here. Or Glen. Or Hunk. Or that Dad was still awake. I'm starving.

My Bro: Switch Hitter?

I spoke to my brother yesterday, and he said something which made me wonder whether I might have him the wrong way after all this time. He said that he's recently begun fantasizing about having sex with a transsexual, that is someone who is either tarred with the epithet "chick with dick" or a full-blown hermaphrodite with male and female genitalia. He doesn't mind that I'm telling you this, by the way; in fact, I might coax him into writing something for this one of these days, so if you think you're going to hear secrets reserved for me and the grave, you're out of luck.

So I got to thinking about it. My brother has never been interested in guys. But is he fooling himself? Is he going to start playing for the other team and rob me and all the other women of the world of a damned good sex partner? At first I thought, okay, he's just fantasizing, but my brother likes to turn fantasy into reality whenever possible, so it's something he'd do if he got the chance. And he doesn't just want to fuck a trannie, he wants to be fucked by a trannie, i.e. get trannie cock up his ass. Is he going pink?

Now, far be it for me to criticize homosexuality. I practice it whenever possible myself. In fact, I too have toyed with the idea of a transsexual of some kind, even though I'm probably using the wrong term. They're not easy to find, since many of them pretend to be one sex or the other. So I'm not really worried that my brother is going to give up pussy for dick. I just wonder whether he might not really want to try a dick from a man rather than a transsexual.

He told me that he's not physically attracted to men, but that he likes the idea of receiving rather than giving, so it might be a perfect solution, if he can find a trannie. As it is I promised that we could try a strap-on next time. And he does love giving anal too, so maybe he just wants to know what it feels like on the opposite end. I don't know.

Actually, a man with breasts sounds nice. Lower half male, upper half female; I can dig it.

And I really don't mean to be offensive, if I have been, so I hope you'll forgive me if I am. If my brother wants to convert completely, I'll miss the sex but I'll be happy that he's happy. I just don't know whether he's confused or curious.

For a Saturday

Pretty damn good. That's four, count 'em, four separate times with two different guys. Dad was only too happy to oblige. I really think Mom must be cutting him off. Maybe it's the "change o' life." Since I don't fuck her, I can't say.

I'm going to be a damn wreck at the show this afternoon. Maybe I won't hook up with my new fuck-buddy again after all. But there's nothing better for waking me up than a good rousing pelvic hoedown, so who knows.

That's what weekends are for, staying up too late to get nookie. Or, in Dad's case, waking up too early to get nookie. Right after I pressed the Publish button, Dad must have seen the light on in my room, because he came knocking. I sometimes fall asleep with the light on so he came knocking quietly, or really not at all, just peeked his head in. Well, I had music playing too, so it might have been a giveaway.

We made early morning love to Candlebox's first album. I've had worse soundtracks. I let him do all the work, because he's had sleep and I haven't. Oh, by the way, don't believe the clock; I have it set to GMT because I hate it. It's earlier than that here. Anyway, wow, you can tell I'm tired because I'm rambling.

Here I am on Sunday morning, typing naked and feeling my dad's spunk slowly drip out of my very-satisfied pussy. Finest kind, biatch!

Good later morning!

Weekends Part II

I cannot believe I'm still up. I've got a damn matinee tomorrow. I guess I'm just jazzed by the day, and I promised I would finish telling the story. So here goes.

I was all ready to head out to the theater (notice that I spell it "theatre" when I'm talking about it in the grand sense, and "theater" when I'm talking about the building, because I'm a pretentious ass), all in black. I have a tech outfit that's just so damn cute it's not even funny, which is a pity because no one gets to see me in it when I'm stuck in the light booth all night. Ah well. Anyway, I was all dolled up, and as I was about to head out the door, Dad ambushed me. He can't keep his hands to himself when he's wishing me goodbye.

So in short order his "goodbye" turned into his tongue in my mouth, and then his nimble little fingers had my skirt up around my waist and then slipped into my panties. I was wearing black panties too, just in case, right? Mom must be cutting him off or something, because he was raring to go.

I was running a little early, or I might have cut him off too, but once his fingers got between my legs I couldn't say no. He was naked and I didn't bother to do anything but slip my panties down and turn around, and he was inside me in a flash. It was quick and dirty, up against the door, and I just arched my back and waggled my little butt in the air while he rutted me like a pro. I had to stop him after a few minutes, partially because I was getting late and partially because I didn't want him to cum inside me because I'd have to clean up. He told me he was going to give me at least one O and just lean there and enjoy it; I couldn't very well lie back and enjoy it. So I helped myself along with one hand and used the other for support.

Once he felt my spasms subside, actually a little early, but I was in a hurry, he pulled out and looked like he was about to run off, in search of Mom I guess. But I stopped him, got on my knees, and finished him up as quickly as I could. I swallowed, of course, and then went off to work, a little late, a little flushed, and completely without underwear. I'm so forgetful sometimes, and this time I actually was forgetful; I usually like to wear panties if I might have to climb ladders in a skirt.

I could taste semen on my lips all night, and I have to say that I didn't even notice I was going commando until Hunk came on stage, and the combination of the taste in my mouth and his tight ass made me reach down, almost without thinking, and give myself a little pat. Which turned into a little stroke, and pretty soon it was a very good thing that no one can see into the light booth because I ran the rest of the show one-handed, which is much easier to do than it sounds.

That just got me pent up, and after the show I was really in need of some attention. I guess I must have looked odd to people because they kept asking me if I felt all right. Hunk even asked me, and I almost jumped him right there. Damn I wish he weren't gay. If I find out he isn't after the run's over, I'll kick my own ass.

I said goodbye to everyone who was heading out to go drinking or whatever, because I don't usually go out partying with the cast. I'm a bit reserved, I told you. Also they always go to terrible places. And I was planning on being asleep by now. Oh well. But I was also hoping I'd get back early enough to catch a hat trick with Dad.

But it turned out I didn't need to worry about that because a guy from the backstage crew noticed there was a burnt-out bulb in one of the lights, and he stayed around to help me fix it. He's not too shabby, nice enough guy, older than I usually go for (except family), and I'm pretty sure he's married. I forgot I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt when I went up the ladder. I genuinely mostly forgot, but once I was a few steps up I didn't see the harm. It's not a really short skirt or anything, but he must have seen something, because he had this big grin on his face when I called down to ask him to hand me up the fresh bulb.

Normally I don't like to get tangled up with show romances, and I'm pretty against tempting married men. But like I said, I don't know he's married, I just think so, and the show will be over soon so there's not much time for things to go south, and I stay up in the booth the whole time. So I gave him a little show, just to see what would happen. I spread my legs a little wider than I normally would, and I managed to hike my skirt up a little bit too. I'm pretty sure I wasn't fooling him.

When I got down, he wouldn't meet my eye, and I figured that was that, that I'd scared him off or he would be too shy to do anything about it. I was a bit disappointed, actually. He helped me put the ladder away (it's a big ladder, but I don't mind playing a weak girl to get what I want, so I could probably have gotten him to help me even if it were a step ladder), and I managed to bump into him. Still nothing. So I pretty much gave up and was walking out when I heard him clear his throat and turned around to see him finally catch my eye.

"Are you just going to leave after that? Have other plans?" he said in a nervous voice.

I shrugged. I didn't really have other plans, but I wasn't going to let him get something for nothing.

"You want to go get a drink?" he said, slowly walking toward me. "Everyone else is gone, the place is dark..."

I let him twist in the wind while my eyes slowly slid down his body and rested on his crotch. I could see the bulge. "You don't really want to buy me a drink," I said.

"No, you're right," he said. "I just... well, when you were up the ladder..."

"Did you like it?" I was getting interested. "I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable." I could go on with our inane conversation ad nauseum, because it really was this stupid. Finally I gave up on him making a move and made one myself. I went over to him and grabbed his belt. It was like there was a magnet in his pants; he followed me back behind the set like a trained dog. "Look, we can have a good time or we can just stop right here," I said, with a little annoyance because I didn't want to waste time dickering. He just nodded. I think he was in shock.

I listened for a minute to make sure no one else was around, then I pulled his pants and underwear both down. He got this look on his face that I never get tired of seeing in a man: surprised and aroused. His dick wasn't huge, bigger than my little purple friend but no Long Dong Silver. I guess I could have dragged him out to the scene shop and measured, but that's classless. I just gave him a quick kiss and then asked him if he was ready to fuck. I didn't even wait for an answer, just pushed him back into a chair (padded, fortunately, or I might have hurt him) and pulled a condom out of my purse.

I took him first sitting in his lap with my back to him, just pulled my skirt up, reached down, and slipped him up inside me. I was already dripping from anticipation, and I could have eaten him alive, but I let myself slowly settle onto his cock and just savored the sensation. He liked it too, I gathered from the grunt and his hands grabbing my waist. As nervous as he must have been, he handled himself well after the first shock, and pretty soon he hand his hands up under my shirt while his hips thrust up against me from behind.

Then he asked me if we could change positions because it was hurting his back. I almost laughed, giggled a little bit I'm afraid. Like I said, I'm not used to older guys (well, with a few exceptions). I took the opportunity to slip off my skirt, then after he lay on the ground I straddled him facing him this time and let him have the power trip of pulling my pelvis down to his. It never hurts to let the man think he's in charge.

I managed a nice O just before he groaned that he was about to go off. I was going to just let him cum in the condom but he practically pulled me off him; I guess he was used to being finished with a kiss. Whatever. Saves cleanup, I guess. His jizz tasted different from Dad's, a little stronger and with a hint of cigarette smoke. Poor guy must not have had any for a while because there was a lot of it too.

All in all, he was a decent fuck, and probably would be better with preparation. Who knows, tomorrow, or rather later today, damn it, we might hook up again. He certainly seemed hopeful afterward. I hope he isn't married, and that he isn't a tremendous kiss-and-tell, although he isn't the first tryst I've had in the theater.

Holy shit! Dad's up; I can hear him moving around outside the door. All this storytelling has made me antsy. Maybe I'll get the trifecta out of my old man after all.

Good morning!

Weekends

My mojo must have been particularly good today, let me tell you. Okay, actually, let me tell you.

Weekends mean that Dad's home in the morning, and performance weekends (which this was) mean that neither of us have anywhere pressing to be. My parents and I had breakfast around noon, oh the decadence of life. We go around the house naked, so I got my motor running just eating and looking at my dad's cock every chance I got. He knows he's a flirt, just flashing me every chance he gets. Mom just smacks him on the arm and tells him he's shameless.

I couldn't take any more teasing after a while, so while he was still eating I slid my chair over to his and started giving him a little rub and tug, all friendly-like. I eat like a hog, I know; finish faster than everyone else, but it's because I'm in the theatre and I never know when I'm going to get a chance to eat, so I have to grab it while I can. Kind of like cock, actually.

He was dragging it out, looking over his paper, nibbling away at his toast. Sometimes he's just a jerk. No, I don't mean it Daddy, I love you, you know that. But anyway, I got into it, got under the table and started chowing down on his main course, so to speak. It's times like that when I really wish I could talk Mom into being bi; a threesome would be so much more fun if she'd get to do me too.

Dad said something about how he was getting anxious and maybe he and Mom had better go upstairs, and I about put my head through the table trying to strangle him. Here I am doing all the work and he's after Mom. I didn't catch what she said to him because stars were going around in my brain, but the next thing I know Dad's down under the table with me, all concerned, saying he was just joking and had I hurt my head. I lied and acted all woozy.

"You'll have to take her upstairs and have her lie down," said my mom with a wink as Dad helped me up from under the table. I nodded and gave my dad these big puppy-dog eyes, lashes batting, the whole bit.

"She's not fooling me," he said with a grin. "I'm going back to my paper." And he did, the bastard. So I fainted right into his arms; I could feel his erection pressing into my tummy as I lay over his knees. That time, Mom helped me up, and gave me another wink and then bent down and held Dad's cock upright so I could straddle him, then she guided him into me. I started to bounce on him; it's not a great position sitting down because the penetration isn't deep, but having a cock inside me felt good all the same.

It didn't take Dad long to say screw the paper and give some attention to me instead. He lifted me up as he stood and lay me back on the table, which Mom had thoughtfully cleared I guess, because I didn't wind up with food on my back. For straight fucking I love missionary, because I can look into the eyes of the guy and he has to do most of the work. It makes me feel like a little girl again.

Dad's fingers on my nipples and the pressure of his head on my womb made me cum pretty quickly, and then he lifted me up again, still in the throes, and walked me upstairs to my bed, my legs still wrapped around him. Then he dropped me, the goofball, and while I was bouncing around on the bed he flipped me over and penetrated me again from behind, which is his favorite. He's not a big fan of anal, but he loves doing his girls from behind. Don't ask me why, and I'm not complaining, because it's just as fun, especially when you need it hard.

I could go on with a play-by-play, but I'm already making this really long and I was going to talk about the rest of my day as well. Let's just say that after a while he gave me a second climax and while I was panting he went off and painted my inner sanctum. I think he likes the vibrations of climax on his cock the best, which may be why he doesn't like anal; I guess the vibrations are probably different.

What a way to begin the weekend. And it was only 1:30 by that time.

Other Families Watch TV

We do have a television in my house. It's in the living room in fact, has been since I can remember. And I do watch TV, mostly educational television and DVDs. I don't own any pornos because I can get that stuff for free from the Internet when I need it. I prefer the more esoteric stuff anyway. I guess I could probably get all my TV from the Internet, actually, but I haven't moved that far into the 21st Century yet.

But my family doesn't sit around the television to eat, or bond, or what have you. Frankly, we've never felt like passive entertainment was all that good for family togetherness anyway. The living room is for guests and rare movie nights. So's the television. In my family, when we want to socialize, we strip down and head for a more comfortable location. There's the bedrooms, but we also have a rumpus room downstairs just crying out for sex. Lots of pillows, a nice sound system, just a good place to lounge around naked even if you're not doing anything more exciting. When I was a kid I used to do my homework down there, among other things.

I guess I just don't see how getting exercise and expressing love is less healthy than sitting on your ass and watching TV. I credit my continued health and fitness to all the aerobics I've done as part of family bonding.

Today

I didn't start writing this because I wanted to discuss philosophy, but I'm also not much of a diarist. No Sam Pepys, me. But I will give rundowns of events, when I feel like it.

I'm on tech week for a play this week, which means I usually sleep in so I can stay up late to fix problems or whatever. Thank god there weren't any tonight. Anyway, that meant I missed everyone getting up this morning and my dad didn't give me my usual wake up shower. I really shouldn't say usual; it doesn't happen every day or anything.

Without a big O to wake up with, I had to settle for coffee and a half-hour of entertainment from a dildo from my collection. Today I felt like technique over size, so I used my little purple one. It vibrates too, such a great toy. Sometimes I stick it up inside me when I go out for a jog or even once or twice to a job. Naughty, that's me.

Today though it was all business, and I cranked it up until I could feel it in my belly. Had my coffee, wandered around naked for a bit, finally settled on bending over the arm of the couch and got both hands working on my snatch. Usually vibrations give me a nice soothing O without too much mess or fuss, but the little purple guy must have been frisky because I squirted just a little down my legs. I was glad I waited to take a shower.

Then work work work, blah blah blah. Dress rehearsal today, which meant I just sat up in the light booth and pressed buttons and tried to keep from wetting myself when a particular hunky actor walked on stage. He's built, wears tight jeans, the whole bit. I'm pretty sure he's gay, or I might have made a move on him. Actually, probably not; that's all I need in my life right now is some actor boyfriend.

Got home late, like usual. I was afraid that everyone would be in bed already; they're morning people, my parents. But they were in the living room fucking. I'm glad people knock, that's all I can say, because my parents don't seem to have any shame in the evenings. They didn't stop, just waved, asked my how my day was, all a little breathlessly. There's nothing like having a conversation with your parents while your dad has got your mom's legs up on his shoulders and is railing her. After all that control and not doing anything at work while Hunk was on stage, I blew it and wet my panties. That's what the washing machine was invented for, I guess.

My mom suggested that my dad let me have the nightcap; she's so generous. Sometime I will have to write a little about my mom, too. Dad agreed, and I got on my knees next to them and waited. After a few minutes my mom called my dad a showoff and hit him with a pillow, and he laughed and pulled out of her. I know just how to push Dad's buttons, although I admit few masters in the art of giving head no matter who's my partner, and he came down my throat after a few more minutes of ministrations by yours truly.

Now I'm fucking horny as hell! Telling the story and not getting any cock today has driven me crazy. I wish Dad was still up, or that someone else was around. Oh well, I guess I'll just make do.

Goodnight all. I hope you're more satisfied than I am right now.

Swingers

Sometimes I wish I were married, not because of the relationship, but because it would let me join a wife-swapping party. It's a fantasy I've had pretty much since I learned about them. There's something about it which really turns my crank.

It's not the same as sharing a partner with someone else, a good friend or family member or whatever. It's not even the same as an orgy or a foursome. There's something that makes it even kinkier because you're basically stepping into someone else's marriage and letting someone else step into yours.

I'd thought about pretending, you know, finding someone to pretend to be my husband and seeking out a bunch of swingers. For one, they're not easy to find; they don't exactly advertise on TV, and all the websites seem like scams to me. I don't know, maybe they aren't. But even if I could do it, it wouldn't be the same because the guy I went with wouldn't be my husband, he'd just be some guy.

I guess there's jealousy involved too, and if I were actually married maybe I'd feel differently. I don't think my parents ever went to wife-swapping parties, per se. But I don't get jealous if my mom and dad want some time alone, and my mom certainly doesn't get jealous when Dad and I make love, or when he makes love to another woman. I wonder if she gets the same charge out of it that I think I would. I should ask her some time.

Loser at Home

My two older sisters have moved out, but home is still the best place to be. I'm certainly old enough to get out on my own, and I have, but when you've got hot and cold running entertainment right at home, why leave?

Do I sound like a loser to you? Because, truth be told, I am kind of a loser. My sisters are both successful, and I'm sure my brother will be too, once he finishes school. And here I am, living at home with my parents, trying to get a job that doesn't stop every three months.

I'm a theatrical technician, which is fancy talk for a backstage non-actor. I've got experience doing everything from carpentry to painting to lighting, and I can make some fair money if I swing it right, but most of the gigs I work are short-term and don't pay very well. So I stay home.

My dad doesn't mind at all. Believe me, he may be getting a little older but that doesn't mean he's not interested in sex. He likes to wake me up in the morning with a good hot shower, just the two of us. There's nothing that compares to the energizing feeling of a hard cock inside you.

We have a shower to die for, which is another reason I guess I don't move out. It's not just one of your tub with overhead faucet deals. It's practically a sauna. Dad soaps me up all over, so all I have to do is just sit back and slowly get less groggy. I'm not much of a morning person. Usually he starts getting my attention after a while as his washing turns into a massage and then into foreplay.

Generally Dad likes to lean me over the bench (I said it was a shower to die for) and mount me from behind. He knows just how to push so I feel every inch of him entering me, slowly but surely. When we haven't got much time he picks up the pace, but on those few days when neither of us has anything better to do he can prolong each penetration until it seems like hours.

My dad could have been a porn star if he wanted; he's got great technique and the stamina of a bull elephant, not to mention a penis that makes women melt. At least, it makes his girls melt, and that's all he cares about. But on a rushed morning, he uses his fingers to diddle me while he presses into me just so, and then when he feels my climax he speeds up and goes off too. It's better than coffee, let me tell you.

So that's just my wake up call. Why would I ever want to leave home? Okay, so I will eventually, but the money I make helps my family out and I'm a great cook. I guess being a loser has its plus sides too. But I'm still a loser.

The Big I

Okay, now that I've told you about me, I need to offer a disclaimer. I wish that I could have it say this at the beginning of the site, but if you are offended by frank, adult discussions of sexuality (i.e. me being smutty) you probably should leave now. Because I'm about to offer an additional disclaimer and it might offend you.

Good, that's taken care of. Now, if you are not offended by sex but are offended by incest, leave. Because that's the lion's share of this blog.

There, I've said it. The FBI can track me down now. I am involved in an incestuous relationship, several in fact. My father and I have been making love since I was old enough to know better. Everyone in my immediate family knows this, largely because... well, let me step back for a minute.

My parents believe that sex is an act which can be useful (they have four kids; I'm the third) but also pleasurable. Sex can be an expression of love between people, regardless of their relationship. So from an early age, they taught us (the kids) that sex was a part of life and could be enjoyed between any group of people who wished to express love or to simply enjoy themselves. It's kind of a return-to-nature type thing with them; animals do it and aren't ashamed, so why should humans be?

I don't really expect people to understand, and neither does my family, which is why we don't let our little secret out. There are people who know, and people who probably suspect, but we keep it under wraps. I've never felt particularly strange about it, the way I guess I might if one day I'd just jumped into bed with my father as an adult. It's just like any other part of being a family for us.

So yes, I sleep with my father. I also make love with my younger brother and my two older sisters. They all make love with each other too, and my mother joins in as well. We're a big, loving family. I've never been happier or had better sex than with my family because we all love each other. And I've never been forced into sex with any family member. My sisters and I know that my mother isn't interested in bisexuality, and we would never force her to be intimate with us. Likewise, my father and brother aren't bisexual either, and they don't make love. My parents' relationship is rock solid, and the kids know that Mom and Dad like to have their own lovemaking, just as Mom and Dad don't try to join in when they aren't invited. I could go on, but hopefully you get the picture.

I think it's a perfectly healthy way to live. It hasn't stopped the kids from going out and finding fulfillment with other people, and it hasn't made our family all about sex. In fact, our family isn't all about sex, any more than a family that watches The Cosby Show together every night is all about Bill Cosby. It's a leisure activity that we enjoy.

I guess I'm expecting people to judge me when I say these things because it's normal. If you didn't grow up the way I did, you probably think my parents are horrible people who molested their children. I don't believe in child molestation; it's wrong, just as wrong as rape. Small children should not be raped any more than adults should be. But I guess molestation is in the eye of the beholder, and I don't feel molested. It hasn't scarred me, although I guess it has made me a little more accepting as far as sexuality is concerned.

So judge away, I guess. There's nothing I can do to make you stop. But by the same token, you can't really convince me that I'm wrong, or that the love I experience in my family is wrong. Believe me, I've heard lots of arguments, and all I can say is that I know what I know. My family loves each other, mentally, spiritually, and yes, physically, and I wouldn't change that for the world.

I'm Lexi

I'm Lexi, like it says in the title. I'm a 20-something redheaded chick who's pretty boring. Okay, gotcha, I'm only boring sometimes. Other times, the times I hope to talk about in this blog, I'm really interesting, or at least people say so.

Let me get this out of the way and say that I'm a bit nervous doing this. Some of the things I'd like to talk about are personal, taboo, or possibly illegal. So if I'm not as racy in my blog as I am in real life, at least not at first, it's because I'm not interested in being kicked off blogger or arrested by the FBI.

And I'll get this out of the way now too; I'm a nymphomaniac. Not in the, "I'm easy," sense, but in the, "I like to fuck," sense. Honestly, if I don't orgasm at least once a day, I feel run down. You think I'm joking. I haven't been a virgin in a very long time. People expect, I think, women to be sluts, sleeping around with anyone and everyone, perhaps getting by on their looks with no education. I'm here to tell you that that's a bunch of crap. I'm probably a little introverted most of the time, and I certainly don't take it anywhere I can find it. And I'm not a dumb bimbo slut. I've got too much high-priced education for that.

I guess I'm writing this blog because talking about my sexual exploits gets me off. Seriously, I can have a quickie O just by talking to a girlfriend on the phone about what a guy looks like naked. I'm not a picture-exhibitionist, I'm a story-exhibitionist. So telling these stories will make me happy, and I hope they'll make readers happy too.

Lastly, no, I will not tell you where I live, or always use people's real names (maybe not even my own), nor am I looking for a good time or a relationship. Don't ask. I'm pretty happy with my life as it is and I'm not intending to join the online singles scene. I'm not a porn star drumming up publicity for a movie either, so don't ask to see pictures. I've got pictures, and maybe I'll post them, but don't ask.