Here's Another Question I Wrote Myself

I guess the site isn't terribly popular. I'm not really insulted; I haven't tried to make it popular. I guess I could become a link whore or something but I'm too lazy. I do hope some people read this because it's exciting, but if not, whatever.

Since no one reads the site I haven't gotten any questions to answer, which is a shame. So I'll answer another one I just thought up.

"Lexi, have you ever been a prostitute?" -Yours Truly

I'm assuming (since it's me asking the question) that what I mean is whether or not I've ever been paid to have sex. The answer is yes, unqualified. I could qualify the question and ask whether I'd ever been paid money as a business transaction to conclude with the provision of a sex act by me to the payee, but the answer would still be yes.

Come on gals, we all know we can get men to give us stuff in exchange for teasing, let alone sex. I've always tried to advance by merit, but on occasion I have used my natural sex appeal to my advantage. You use what you've got sometimes. Believe me, in the theatre there are often lots of people who want a job and if you can stand out a little, that's a good thing.

I have never had sex with my boss to get ahead or get a job. That's risky and it's cheating. But I have worn low-cut blouses to job interviews with little shame.

But that's not what I asked myself. Yes, I did once fuck a guy in return for cold hard cash. I was young and kind of stupid and curious in equal parts, like a terrible cocktail of some kind. "Gimme a Lexi, that's two parts young, one part stupid, a dash of curious, and on the rocks."

I was in high school at the time and was fascinated with deviance, partially out of rebellion. Honestly, if I had wanted to, I could have ruled the world in exchange for sex, but I was just curious. So my sister Sheri (she's such a bad influence) acted as a buffer between me and an interested guy. She talked him up to one fifty; I think she missed her calling as a madame. No, really I don't.

Anyway, he rented the room and I showed up in the evening. He wasn't too much to look at, and I found out that he was a serious pedo but was willing to take what he could get. I wore my school uniform as part of the deal, and when I walked through the door I think he didn't regret the price at all. I guess I looked young enough for him. He certainly looked old enough.

Truth to tell, even though this was hardly my first time, even with a stranger, I was pretty nervous because unlike the other times, he was expecting his money's worth, rather than me doing him a favor. And we also neglected to negotiate a time limit, which in retrospect was really stupid. Sheri just said he got to fuck me once for the money.

He wanted to kiss and cuddle and do all kinds of time-wasting type things, and let me tell you, the benefits of up-front limitations cannot be under stressed. I had to do whatever he said, even though he was creepy and not my type at all. The only time I put my foot down was when he was about to just stick his cock into me; I double bagged him even though that would probably make him last even longer.

Fortunately he must have been pretty hard up, because he didn't take long to cum. He wanted me to swallow. Throughout his rapid fucking, with no concern for anything other than getting off, I tried to make the best of it. He smelled awful and the whole thing was a massive turnoff. He wanted me to squeal like a little girl, and I obliged mechanically. The whole idea had seemed really arousing, but the event itself was anticlimactic.

After he came he offered to give me another hundred for more, but I just wanted to go home and take a shower. I don't think he was happy, but what was he going to do. It wasn't like I had a pimp to force me to do it. In hindsight, I guess he could probably have raped me pretty easily, but I think he was too nervous.

My parents found out eventually (they always do) and told me in no uncertain terms that I was never to do that again or else. I didn't, and I still don't, not because they really could have stopped me, but because it sucked. If I want the thrill, I get it other ways. I've done roleplay prostitution since then, and that can be fun, but the real thing isn't.

Keep those questions coming! Just kidding.

Question/Answer

One of the things I would really like to do with this blog, besides share little dramas like the one currently unfolding, is to answer questions about myself. I'm sure people might be pretty curious about the way I live, since I don't imagine it's a common way of life. Heck, I'll even answer non-sexual questions if I get them.

But I can't answer questions if I don't have any. I could make them up, I guess, and for a while I may, but I hope that some people might start reading this and email me questions.

My email address is lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com, and if you're a human being rather than a robot, you can figure out how to turn that into an actual email address and send me questions.

To get the ball rolling, I'll come up with a question. How about:

"What's your favorite sexual position?" -Submitted by Me

Well, I've answered this question before, but I would have to say that missionary is my favorite for vaginal intercourse. Having a guy's body pressed against mine, his eyes looking down at mine, my legs wrapped around his butt, and feeling him push into the cradle of my thighs with every thrust is something I adore. It's an easy position to master too, so even inexperienced men can handle it. I love to kiss during sex, and if he wants to raise himself up and cup my breasts or hold my hips and pull them off the bed, that's fun too. I can usually feel even the smallest cocks pushing against the wall between my pussy and my anus, and that's as good as deeper penetration, in my book.

Of course, for anal I prefer doggy style because missionary anal is awkward. It can be done if the guy is lower, like on the floor with me up on a table, but it's less enjoyable. Doggy style lets the man switch from ass to pussy more easily, something I'm not averse to. And usually the pressure of the cock is downward, which presses against that same wall I was talking about earlier. It also gives guys a feeling of power, which I let them have because I'm cool like that.

When I'm feeling possessive or I want to show the man who's boss, cowgirl or reverse cowgirl can be nice changes of pace. I don't have big tits to bounce, so I don't know that the visual appeal is there. With a particularly large cock, if I'm feeling delicate, I might mount him rather than the other way around, but usually I don't mind. Spooning is something I'll do but isn't my favorite. And then there are numerous other Kama Sutra positions that I'll try if you're up for it, but I won't ask for them. Up against a wall from behind or with my legs hooked over a guy's shoulders is a great way to fuck in a hurry; I used to love those two in high school, when all I had to do was unzip a fly, pull down panties, and find a wall. Ah, nostalgia.

Okay, so that was just a sample question. Send your real questions to lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com. I'm sure you have some. Or, if you want, simply reply with comments to this post, and once I get around to checking the comments, I'll answer questions that way too.

My Sister's Baby

So I found out why nobody told us about my sister's baby before now, and why my brother didn't come down for Easter. Because the baby is his.

It's okay if you're shocked; I was too. I know what you're thinking: why would I be shocked by that? After all, my family all sleep together, and obviously I don't have a problem with that. So why would I have a problem with my brother and sister having a baby. I know it's considered wrong by many people, but why would I have a problem with it?

Well, first off, it's a little different to have sex than it is to have a baby, I think most people would agree. I hope they don't have any genetic recessives which will be a problem, because inbreeding isn't healthy either, for the baby anyway. And I guess I wasn't quite ready for it to be sprung on me.

My parents took it much more in stride. They said that they personally didn't think it was a good idea, but that it wasn't their choice to make. Both my sister and brother are old enough to know better, I guess, according to them.

Let me fill in the back story that I didn't know about. Apparently my sister has been wanting to have a baby for a long time now, and she's tried with several different guys but no luck. Like I said, we thought she might be infertile. Who knows, maybe she was. She's been trying to get pregnant since she was 16, if you can believe it. Well, actually I can believe it pretty easily, and so can everyone else. My sister... what can I say.

So Sheri didn't tell anyone about this, including some of the guys she was trying to have father her baby. She only told my brother a year or so ago when he visited her on vacation. I guess they were drinking and it just slipped out, something like that. And he let on to her that he's had impregnation fantasies since he was young, I guess an Oedipal thing or something, because he always wanted to get Mom pregnant. Obviously that was out of the question, but Sheri told him that she would let him fulfill his fantasies with her if he wanted.

So they started trying really seriously, because it turned both of them on. They read all kinds of books on improving the chances of conception, and they did all of the usual stuff like taking temperatures and having Sheri sit with her pelvis elevated for hours while Mike would come in every so often and cum inside her. They even tried all the crazy folk remedy stuff they could find. It didn't seem to work, and it seemed like it would just be a nice fetish for both of them to explore without a lot of consequences.

That was last year over vacation. They kept obsessing over it without telling anyone, and any time either of them could get away, they'd meet up and do impregnation play. Eventually, according to Mike, he didn't want to fuck any other way, and he was going for weeks without orgasming at all to increase the potency of his sperm, or something like that.

Well I guess the play turned into the real thing about five months ago or so; they aren't sure exactly. Sheri's just happy as a clam, and Mike is strutting around like cock of the walk. He says that since he's finally knocked her up, he's felt terrific. The last time I saw him he certainly seemed more spirited, and that was after he found out.

I guess the biggest reason I'm a little upset is because I'm a bit jealous, actually. I always thought that Mike and I were close, too close for him to keep a secret like this from me. I knew Sheri had secrets but I guess I wish I had been in on it. Because... I have fantasies about it too, and all this talk about pregnancy and seeing the pictures of my sister just starting to show have really turned me on.

I'm scared to admit that, I guess. But since I love men to cum inside me, I guess I've always had a thing about getting pregnant too, half turn-on, half fear. They're going to be parents, and it will bring them closer and I'm afraid I'll be left out.

The real problem, though, is that I don't want my brother to get me pregnant. I want my daddy. My brother and I have always had a more casual sex thing going on, and I like him to fuck my ass rather than my pussy. But sex with my dad may be fun, but it's all about the passion we feel. Someday, maybe I'll talk him into it. I doubt it though.