Next Time Definitely

So there was no more fun this weekend because I don't have the time to do it right. With James, I mean. If you're going to have your first time with an anal virgin, you can't rush into it. Now it's a lot different if your anal virgin is the one who's about to get fucked in the ass, but even if he's just never fucked anyone in the ass, you don't want to speed through it. Especially if his first time is with a pro like me. It won't be something he'll want to rush through.

So Saturday I was wiped out after work, and then Sunday was no good either. We didn't even get to have conventional fun. But it's okay, because now I've got a week to plan, and I think it will be better because of it. Not to say that I didn't really want some loving this weekend. Far from it. Although on Saturday I went the entire day without cumming once. Like I said, I was wiped out. Sunday Dad and I fooled around, but I was still pretty out of it.

But like I said, planning time now. I told him I had a surprise for him next time and gave him a few hints, but I don't know what he thinks. I think he'll have to come over here, since I bet his parents won't be out of town next weekend and I don't want to do this anywhere but a comfortable place. Not that I'm worried about it; he could be the most inexperienced guy in the world and there's still very little he could do to hurt my ass. I've got plenty of practice.

I think some very sexy underwear is in order. I have a few items of lingerie which might fit the bill. I'll lay in a supply of beverages and snacks too, so we can just stay down in the rumpus room. We'll need lube, which I have in spades, and for his first time I think a condom is probably a good idea. If he says he'll ride bareback though, I'll let him; it's not like he hasn't been fucking me for weeks without protection. It's more a comfort thing than anything else.

After a week without me he'll probably be ready to explode and we can't have that, so I think first off I'll give him head to take the edge off. And since I'm no virgin, we're going doggy style for the main event, although if he needs a hand getting in we may have to switch to some other position. It's too bad I don't have another gal (or a guy, really, but that might upset him) on hand to give him a hand behind me. God that would be sexy, wouldn't it? My sister Sheri maybe, holding his cock in her hand and helping him press it into my rectum. Well, another guy would be great too, because then I could get some DP.

Do you have any suggestions? You should write me and tell me about them. That's lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com. Hell, write me about anything. I'm open.

Apparently I Do Date Teenagers After All

Well, I can keep lying to myself, but it's been several weeks and we're definitely dating. I hope James isn't blabbing to all his friends about his hot new conquest. I'm sort of hoping that I can ween him off of me and turn him on to someone his own age. We've discussed it, and he's got his eye out, but come on, if you had easy sex available, why would you go looking for more? I may have to cut him off.

My parents want to meet him. I've put the kibosh on that. My sister Sheri thinks it's great; she wants to share him. I'm down on that too. Mike thinks it's cute; he knows there's no competition. He's got a new girl too, at school, cute black honey with a body I would love to enjoy. Sometimes I find the African-American standard of beauty a little mysterious, but she's very sexy. Mike says she's like a tiger in the sack. I could stand a tiger. Or a Nubian lion, maybe. I don't think it will last; my brother's relationships don't seem to.

So I've been seeing James weekly, at least. The second weekend he came over to my house; my parents were out of town and I had the whole place to myself. And unlike at his house, there were no areas off-limits. We went much more slowly, and practice is certainly starting to show. He stayed the night, then spent most of the next day there too. I cooked for him. We watched movies. I taught him some technique.

Last weekend we went out to dinner. I let him pay for me, because, well, I'm poorer than he is, frankly. Then we came back to my house, snuck in through the back door. My parents didn't care, or notice, or both. I'm really only doing it to avoid having to meet them, that and it takes me back to being a teenager. I was glad they weren't using the rumpus room for themselves. We had to fuck quickly, because he had to get home. But he lasted long enough that I was able to force myself over the edge when he came. It was nice; I think he got a kick out of cumming with me.

Then last night (well, technically I suppose it's still night, but it's starting to look awfully morning over here)... wow. His parents were out, so I went over. He's gotten good. Not perfect, but a lot better. He ate me out for a long time, and when I suggested that he stick a finger in my ass too, he didn't even flinch. I think I'm going to have to let him fuck my ass soon; think of it as a final exam. I can't imagine that he'd be turned off by that.

Anyway, after he fingered and licked me to a very satisfactory climax, he climbed up and penetrated me as easy as if he had been doing it all his life. And I realized that I no longer had to be in control; James was taking over dominance. Which was incredibly sexy, to have taught this guy everything and now he was the master, so to speak. I'm not saying he whipped out the handcuffs and barbed wire, but he knew what he was doing, and he knew what I wanted. It was fabulous.

I came before him, which is a sign of just how good he's gotten. I know, it's lower expectations, but he's just a kid yet. And when he came inside me, he didn't stop thrusting, didn't pull out too soon, didn't do anything but just keep giving me what I wanted. And it was a lot of cum too; I wonder if he'd been saving it up for me.

We stayed lying like that after he finished, just kissing and feeling each other's bodies. Even if he's not perfect, the rebound time is amazing; he was feeling me up within five minutes, and he asked me if I would suck him while I was still expecting the afterglow. He didn't need much help, and he rolled me over and pressed into me from behind. I could feel the spunk sloshing around in my belly.

He lasted forever that time, through two sudden but short orgasms on my part. I hope soon enough I'll be able to get him to give me a nice vaginal O, but for right now his mastery of the G-spot is limited to occasional bumps, which are fun but hardly provide multiples. Listen to me talking about it like I was planning to spend the rest of my life fucking James. I'm really not. But I will teach him as much as I can before it comes to a natural conclusion.

He pulled out after my second blastoff and told me he wanted to watch me swallow his cum again. Like I said before, he's got a blowjob fetish or something. But hell, I'll oblige. He didn't have much to swallow, but I cleaned it off afterward. Then, and I'm still kicking myself, I told him I had to leave because I needed to work the next day. Which is today. And here I am not sleeping. I could have fucked him at least once more. Maybe I could have finally let him take me in the ass. I was thinking about doing it when he flipped me over for the second go-round, but I decided it required more preparation.

That's it. If I get the chance sometime during the rest of the weekend, he's going to get to fuck my butthole. I'm writing him an email telling him that right now. That ought to get him excited.

Remember James?

Okay, coming clean time. Like it says in the title, remember James? Sure you do. He's the kid I had sex with in the basement of the theater I was working at. Several times. James isn't his real name, of course, nor, I would imagine, is 18 his real age, but I have assumed it is.

So I met him again, randomly, in the store. This was actually several weeks ago. And, well... let's not get ahead of ourselves.

He was there buying party supplies (for a party, I assume, although maybe he just wanted to feel special) and we saw each other down the aisle as I was going toward the produce section. I probably should have just kept right on walking, maybe given him a wave. After all, it's not my policy to torment teenagers, at least not if they don't deserve it. But I stopped and walked over and said hi.

He was less shy than I expected. Actually, I was worried at first that his parents might be with him. We made small talk for a while, which is how I know he was buying party supplies. But I could see that his pants monster was getting hungry for meat, and I'm sure the fact that I wasn't in work clothes, but rather in a dress and tank top (damn this hot weather recently) had something to do with it. And I was probably putting out my share of pheromones because it had been a long day without any loving.

So... God, I gave him my number. I do not date teenagers! To be fair, he gave me his number too, and this was all couched in the fantasy that it was job-related. Job-related my ass. More like ass-related my job.

Like I said, this was several weeks ago. He called me that night, it was like being back in high school again. He said his parents were going out of town that weekend and did I want to come by? I should have said no, of course not, what kind of girl do you think I am, except that would have been a lie. Truth is, I was more than happy to go to his house, but I made him promise that no one would be there.

That Saturday I showed up at his door in the afternoon. He was so cute, nervous as the first time we'd made out. He wanted a date, but I just told him to show me to the bedroom. He was trying to offer me drinks from his parents' liquor cabinet, tried to take one himself, but I told him in no uncertain terms that I wasn't interested in anything but him.

I think he didn't want me to see his bedroom. It was a little messy (which didn't bother me at all, because my room is a disaster area most of the time; I'm a cluttered person) and probably had some embarrassing things in it which I could have found if I had been interested in looking. As it was I sat him down on the bed and started taking off clothes. Sometimes when I'm settling into an expected long evening, I like to start slow, lots of kissing and foreplay and teasing, but this time I was just raring to go, and I knew he would be too.

Being somewhere where there was space to move around, where we didn't have to be quiet, was different from the other times, obviously. I just let the clothes fall where they wanted, and obviously I wasn't in my work clothes either. I did linger a little in my underwear, which I'd picked out specially for the occasion, a nice matching set, bra and bikini panties, both lavender. He liked them, I could tell, but I guess he would have liked me in anything except a chastity belt.

He got the idea once I was almost naked and pulled off his shirt too. I helped him down with his jeans and those cute little tighty whiteys again, and his cock sprang to attention. Since we had plenty of time and the floor wasn't nasty and basement, I got to my knees and his eyes lit up. I don't know why some guys seem to find getting head more erotic than fucking, but James must have been one of those guys. So I gave him head like I'm sure he's never had before or since. It didn't take him long to blow his load, and I let him jack off into my open mouth, then swallowed it all.

"Now would you like to try?" I asked him, because if I was going to be his teacher then he should really learn how to please a woman. He would have done anything by then; his cock was already getting hard again. I lay back on the bed and let him climb up with me and kiss me, then gave him hints on tongue technique as he worked his way slowly down my body. I let him stay a long time suckling at my breasts, then nudged him down. He was a little impatient; only concentrated on my tits and pussy really, but I'll forgive that.

Once he was between my legs he was lost, so I told him to finger me, since that was something he was good at, and I let him feel good by giving him a slightly enhanced reaction, shall we say. That built his confidence and he finally gingerly began kissing just above my pubis on the bone atop my clit. I guided him lower and gave him pointers, and I guess he wasn't turned off by the taste or smell. Actually, I've only known a few guys who were, but the first time is supposed to be an acquired taste. Me, I loved it, just like I loved the taste of spunk. But that's another story.

I boosted his ego by reacting some more until he lifted his head up and asked me if I had cum. I lied, no harm in a little ego, and to tell the truth, for a beginner he wasn't bad. We'll have to work on it though. Oops, getting ahead of myself. He was raring to go, so I reached into my purse, handed him a condom, and lay back and let him practice. He mounted me much more skillfully than our first time, and his thrusting was much less panicky. I wonder if he had practiced with someone else since then. I don't know though, nor do I really care.

His stamina is something he'll need to work on, because even after cumming just recently he didn't take very long, but again, I can forgive that. He improved as the evening went on. Once he came and collapsed on my chest and asked me nervously if I had come too, I smiled and just kissed him. We lay like that in his bed for a few minutes, then he asked me if I needed anything to drink now. Don't flatter yourself, you little pischer.

We got sort of dressed again; he pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and I got my panties and borrowed a t-shirt from him. Then we scared up some snacks (no alcohol for us, though, because... well, just because) and watched a movie. I don't know why I didn't just call it a day and go home; like I said, I don't date teenagers. But it was turning into a date. Halfway through the movie he kissed me, and we started making out on the couch. When he got his hand down the back of my panties again I laughed and told him we needed to go back upstairs. He wanted to mess around on the couch, but my Spidey sense told me that just in case someone came in, it would be better not to be there.

So upstairs we went, giggling all the way. He was naked before I was, and he asked me if I would let him take me from behind again. I could get used to being asked like that. And about that. The condom came on, the penetration was achieved. He lasted a while longer, and the orgasm I had wasn't faked, although I had to help myself a little. Once he came I cleaned him off, we chucked the second dead soldier and went back to the movie and snacks.

And... well, the afternoon turned into evening. I had microwave burritos with him. We played cards. I let him spend a good long time just feeling me up, me sitting in his lap, until I could feel his hardon almost exploding against my butt. So I pulled his pants down, pulled my panties out of the way, and ignored my Spidey sense. He pushed up into me in his lap, and when he started to try to thrust I told him to just keep playing with me. I wanted to teach him a little patience. I realized I'd never put a condom on him, but I just decided it didn't matter. So we sat, almost still, as the time drifted by, with him working with his hands at the front of my pussy, getting my clit to come out and play, with a little help from me. Every few seconds he would just shift his hips slightly and his cock would surge a little deeper into me and then retract again.

That way, he lasted through two of my orgasms, and we were probably "fucking" for almost an hour. He came inside me, and all that waiting and pressure brought a lot of his little boys out to play, because I could feel them. He didn't even realize what he'd done until I got up to clean him off and caught the spunk dripping out of me and swallowed it too. His eyes got a little bigger and I just smiled and said we had been naughty and that I had really only been insisting on condoms for his sake, because I wasn't worried. That perked him up.

Once we cleaned off the couch (thank God for fake leather, otherwise there would have been stains) I looked at the clock and realized how late it was and was torn. And then... well, I spent the night. I know, I know. We cuddled and watched another movie. Then he was offering to set up the guest bedroom, and I just told him I was sleeping with him. It wasn't that late for either of us, but we went back up to his room and stripped down again and just got in bed and started making out again, slowly. I could have been perfectly happy to let him rest, but he was insatiable. And I must admit, the amount of attention the girls were getting was going to my head. He just couldn't get enough of sucking them.

Eventually after what seemed like a very long time I asked him to finger me because I was getting very hot and bothered. And I didn't have to overreact this time; he's actually quite good with his hands. I had a nice O and then climbed on top of him and rode him so he could spend all the time he wanted suckling at my tits. We didn't bother with a condom again, but this time it was a conscious decision on my part; I wanted to feel him cum inside me again.

He wasn't long, and I almost groaned with frustration when he tensed up because I was just so close. But I let him have it. He must have had to change his sheets the next day. He fell asleep almost immediately, which isn't that surprising really. I lay beside him and diddled quietly to take the pressure off, then I snuggled up to him and fell asleep too. It was actually very nice to share my bed with someone (or rather someone's bed with them).

We both slept in, but I was up once in the middle of the night because he stole all the covers. It's his bed and he's not used to sharing it. In the morning, or rather the early afternoon, we both woke up and took advantage of morning wood to fuck again. The youthfulness of him... it's a real energizer. We spooned, and it was a lot more awkward than it should have been, and eventually I told him to get up and take a shower with me. He was getting used to being naked around me; didn't seem shy at all any more. We showered and finished the fucking.

I had a speech all prepared about how this was still just a casual thing and that I didn't think we could do it again and no one should know, but I didn't give it. After I dressed again in clothes that smelled vaguely of sex I just kissed him, gathered up my stuff, and left.

And so I've been doing this for weeks now. Actually, I've been having him over too. Obviously his parents aren't out of town all the time. My parents won't judge; he hasn't met them because that's just too much like dating. But we have been on some dates. We've been to places. We've watched some movies at home. I'm such a reprobate. And every time I get up the nerve to tell him we have to end it, that we can't keep doing it, I just don't. I don't know how much longer this can last, though.

Glory

If you've heard that I'm dead, those rumors have been greatly exaggerated. I don't know why you would have heard that I was dead, but I guess if you came to the site for weeks and didn't see an update, you could assume. Or you could assume that I was just too busy. Either way, I'm not dead.

I know that glory holes are for gay guys too, but there have to be some straight ones out there. It can't just be a porno thing. Understand, I don't look at a lot of gay porn, so I would guess that there's a lot more gay glory hole porn out there than straight, but it's a fetish which seems to have a following in the straight community too. But I don't know where.

I'd like to try it. It sounds nasty in a good way. Hell, I'd be willing to go to a gay glory hole and pretend. Do gay guys fuck or just suck? See, I'm not up on the subculture so I don't know. There must be some glory holes where you fuck. I'd be more than happy to let a gay guy fuck my ass through a hole.

But it's always seemed like there'd be logistical problems. It doesn't look like it would be very comfortable or easy to fuck like that. I guess if you just backed your ass up to the hole and it was the right height, then the guy on the other side could just hump away at the wall. Still not the easiest. And I think the guy might notice that there was a pussy below the hole instead of an ass. And, let's face it, the risk of getting AIDS from something like that... whew, I don't even want to think about it. Oh, not to mention the problem of getting into the men's bathroom. That's probably why there aren't a lot of het glory holes: not too many coed bathrooms out there.

I would much rather go to a stall, put a sign on the door which said, "Available" or something like that, and have the guy come in. I've fucked in public bathrooms before. The glory hole thing might be fun once, but I can't imagine it being a long-term thing that I would want to do every week.

Maybe I could talk someone into reenacting a glory hole with me. Maybe we could set up a partition, put a hole in it, and just try it and see. Maybe if I ever saw my brother again he and I could try it. Since he seems bound and determined not to come home ever again, I don't know when that would be. But we could work out the logistics.

Teri Hatcher

I was reading Newsweek, which I probably shouldn't do for several reasons. One, it's a farce, with about as much value as a new outlet as a tabloid. Two, there's no porn. When will people learn? But I was bored.

So I read the article written by Teri Hatcher about her abuse as a child by her uncle. And it made me sad, for two reasons. One, there are far too many people being abused in the world. Way too many. Young, old, or medium, there are too many people being abused.

Two, it gives the love I have for my family a bad name. Because it's not just incest that's abuse. There's a lot of rape and abuse in this world that has nothing to do with incest.

So I'm against it, and I applaud Teri and everyone else who's out there trying to do their part to make it better. If I wasn't sure that I'd be a lousy councilor (because of many things, not just because I'm into incest) I would volunteer to council victims.

But let's get it straight: abuse is abuse is abuse. If my father had raped me, like my mother's father raped her, then I would be a victim of abuse. But he didn't. There's nothing which says that incest must be abuse, just as there's nothing which says that all sex before a certain age is abuse, or that all abuse is incest. There are laws, sure, but let's face it, there are laws on the books which say that homosexuals are illegal, and I certainly don't support those either.

I'm not a campaigner, so I'm not going to go to Washington to lobby for a pro-incest bill, but it's the same sort of thing. Legalizing incest is no more going to cause more abuse than legalizing homosexuality will. Let's be real. The most publicized child abuse scandal recently has been homosexual, but I don't think that legalizing homosexuality is going to make every priest in the world instantly jump an altar boy. They'll do it, or they won't. And it's wrong, and that has nothing to do with the morality of homosexuality. Rape is wrong.

Sorry, I'm getting steamed up over this because I don't like rape (well, a little roleplay is okay, but that's where it should end) and because for some reason incest and rape seem inextricably linked in people's minds. They aren't.

I think I'm going to go participate in a little non-rape incest as soon as possible, just to show everyone it can be done. Who's with me? Get your partner's permission, and maybe we'll have a protest love-in. Anyone want to set a date?

Lexihotep

I've always liked history, and I've been reading some books lately about Ancient Egypt, and I think I'd really like to live in a society like that. Actually, I wonder if my parents were informed by Egypt, because the philosophy of our family regarding sex seems very similar.

For instance, incest was common. Not just sex either; incestuous marriage was common in all classes, and incestuous pregnancy too. Not to say that it's all they did, but even if all babies born were actually born to non-related concubines, there was still a fair amount of familial nookie going on.

And the Egyptians didn't make a big deal about sex. They thought it was fun, entertaining, and a good way to produce children, seemingly possibly in that order. I don't think we know enough about their sexual practices to say anything for certain, but they weren't shy about it. I think that's healthy; too much repressed sex in the world today.

The Egyptians also started having sex when they were kids by our standards. The age of manhood for boys seems to have been around 14, and girls came of age at puberty. There are records of marriages involving girls aged 8 or 9. And that's just marriage; it's possible that kids were playing sex games long before that. Certainly it was an everyday aspect of life, and kids (and adults) went around naked most of the time.

Sure, it's not perfect. Female rights weren't stellar (although they were better than in many other cultures) and they might have practiced female circumcision, or as people rightly call it, genital mutilation (I don't know what I'd do without my clitoris). Marriage was fairly binding for the woman, and life expectancy was low, and sure, life was hard. But still, their views on sex were liberated, enlightened, whatever you want to say.

So we could learn a thing or two from the Egyptians. People think of India as having the monopoly on sexual exploration, but Egypt was doing it too. Trust various religions to come along and fuck it up.

Toilets

Okay, so speaking of fantasy, I was looking through some hentai of a bondage theme today and started having those dirty thoughts that I often get.

And then I saw this picture. And it got my mind working on some really twisted tracks. Watersports and humiliation and bondage just flipped a switch for me. Got me really wishing I had a guy around to piss on me.

So wouldn't that be hot? A gentlemen's club where all the urinals are really girls like in the picture. I think it would be even better if there were a trio. One girl would be rigged up like that, so that the guy would piss on her, it would run down into a tube and she would have to drink it. And from the looks of it her own piss is hooked up so it drains into her ass. Better not piss too much, urinal girl. Then the second girl would be lying back with her pussy spread wide open with a funnel attached, and the guys could piss into her pussy. You'd need another girl, and attendant, to flush her by tipping her up and drinking it. And the last girl would be bent over with a funnel up her ass, and the guys could piss into her like that. Her own piss would be hooked up so she'd have to drink it.

And then of course there'd be attendants who would clean up spills. They'd be naked, and if pissing into a girl gave the guys a hard on (and why wouldn't it) they could get satisfaction from an attendant in any of her holes, maybe while she was lapping piss off the floor.

Now that's a fantasy that will never become reality, or at least it shouldn't. But it's a hell of a turn on for me anyway. I think I'd like to be the ass urinal girl for a while, and then maybe swap out and be one of the attendants, because all that arousal would make me want a cock in me bad.

Hell, make the club coed and strap a girl down to serve as toilet/bidet for the women too.

See, this is why I like to write stories; I can make that kind of thing happen in my own little world. Now I wish I had someone to fuck, because it's winding up my motor just thinking about this.

Fantasy

Before I get too much further I just wanted to lay down the law on fantasy. There are some things sexual that I have no interest in doing. Really. But there are quite a few things that, while I'm not interested in actually doing them, I like to think about them. Like bondage. I'm not into bondage, but the fantasy of it sometimes can be very arousing.

Or underage sex. It's wrong, mostly, and I don't condone raping little kids. But I have read and enjoyed some stories on the subject, as well as other subjects, with the understanding that they were just fantasy.

It seems to me that people need to learn that some things can be very arousing as fantasy but probably shouldn't be done in real life. For instance, I can tell you from personal and semi-personal experience that rape is not fun. It's not something you want to "try out." Just don't do it. But rape fantasies can be very arousing, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

That's why pornography of various kinds is great; it lets us experience things that we wouldn't be able to ordinarily. Hentai, for instance, can show things that aren't even physically possible, or are really dangerous, or may be taboo. But there's nothing wrong in my mind with drawing hentai that does, or writing stories about things that one wouldn't do in real life, or even engaging in some roleplaying.

So fantasy is good, and I want everyone to understand that. Mostly, I want people who come here, read about something I've done, and then get up in arms about it to just remember this: if it offends you, it was just a fantasy of mine, not real at all, no sir, I deny it to the last breath in my body. That's so I don't get people arrested.