So Much Excitement, So Little Time

I don't have time for a long post at all. But I'll run down the highlights. We're expecting Sheri home any time now, and she said she's staying until Mike leaves, after New Years. I warned her that it would be boring, but she said she and Mike and I would make it exciting.

Sveta came over yesterday for most of the day, so I didn't get shit done, and now I'm behind. Mike had to stay clear all day, which was killing him. I almost blabbed, at least about Mike, but I couldn't get up the balls (so to speak) to do it. So Sveta and Mike and I watched a movie, pretty awkwardly I might add, and then she and I went to my room and used all that pent-up tension to have a couple of hours of furious lovemaking. I bet Mike was peeking while we did it, but I never caught him.

So after Sveta left, Mike was on me like a fly on honey. He wore me out last night, shot three sizable loads inside me, and we fell asleep together. I woke up this morning to find him feeling me up in my sleep, and got a wake-up call from the desk clerk between his legs shortly thereafter. Then, well, during and after, we talked about Sveta. He's of the opinion that she already knows and is just playing dumb. He thinks I could introduce the idea easily enough by mentioning that Mike thought she was attractive too, and maybe things would go from there. It's not that strange to fix up my brother and my girlfriend, he'd have me believe. He's horny and stupid.

I'm just too scared. I don't want to fuck up a good thing. Even though it would be hot as hell for Mike to fuck her, and it would probably be good for her too, and then it would definitely be easy enough to tell her that I fuck Mike as well. I just don't think I can risk it.

Well, he's here for a few more days, maybe it will happen. Probably not. I'm venting now, so I'll close. Once Sheri's here, I doubt I'll have any time for blogging. So if I don't get to say it before, Happy 2009!

Merry Christmas

I hope everyone's day goes well and that you all spend time with loved ones in whatever way you choose. Me, I've spent time with loved ones in the way I chose, and it was time well-spent, I might add. I won't get to see Sveta today, but maybe tomorrow. And I heard rumblings that Sheri will be visiting between now and New Years, although I'm afraid she'll find the New Years festivities much less exciting than she likes. I can't afford to visit her though, so if I have to be bored, then so does she. Unless she doesn't show up until later, or earlier, or something.

Anyway, it was a gift-light year, what with the economics of the situation, but there was lots of love to go around anyway. Even now, there is food being prepared, and after dinner maybe some family time. I already got the gift of DP earlier today from my two favorite guys in the world, so I'll settle for one if Mom wants the other.

I gave Mike a buttplug, which drew some looks from the parents, but they didn't say anything. I'm still trying to get together the time to properly introduce him to a strap-on. Then, if he likes that too, he can go from there. I think he'll get over his hangups and find a guy to boff his brains out. I hope he takes pictures, because I want to see that.

I got candy, a book, and two DVDs. No toys this year, but that's okay; I hardly ever play with most of the ones I have anyway.

Fuck it, I'm going to find Mike and sneak in some more loving before dinner. Have a happy Yule, with logs aplenty!

200

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Crap, last post was the 200th and I let it pass without comment.

Well, now that I've had some time... I present to you my commemoration of 200 posts. I don't know where I'll go from here; maybe nowhere. You'll have seen everything but my face, and I'm not planning on showing that off. Oh well, cross that bridge when we come to it.

Mike and I did this yesterday with some lipstick and speed. Mike said it was hard to write, particularly the middle 0, and thus the penmanship sucks. I had to stay like that the entire time, because otherwise my butt would smush the letters and ruin the message. He had to draw a bigger 0 around the middle and some got on my cunt too. I still have lipstick down there, I think. But it's not the first time; I was eaten out by my sister once when she was wearing way too much lipstick, and I didn't even notice until the evening, when I reached down to feel myself up and brought up a pink finger.

Then, of course, Mike took the picture without telling me, and also without telling me took his dick and stuck it into my ass. I mean, I wasn't that surprised, but I was tight, as you may be able to see from the photo. We both wound up with lipstick all over various parts, and had to take a shower, and that led to another session, this time in my cunt. And today, my ass feels a little sore and raw, for which I'm blaming Mike's cock, but he insists must be the micro-particles in the lipstick. So never say I don't sacrifice for my readers, all three of them.

I guess I'm feeling kind of crazy recently, because my life just hasn't been going well enough that I care too much whether something bad comes along. So hell, I'm letting it all hang out. If Blogger shuts me down for having posted a small picture of my private parts, well then fuck Blogger! And if the FBI can figure out who I am, then I'm ready for them. I don't think I'm going to make a habit of posting more explicit material, because it's fun to tease, but here it is. My ass, with decorations.

I guess for 300, I'll have to get a picture of a cock sticking into me with 300 written on it in Sharpie. Yeah, we'll wait and see on that.

Early Christmas Presents

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Because Mike is home, I have his computer to work with, so I made you all two pretties:


They were taken with Mike's digital camera. I think they've got a real Christmas feel to them, what with the red and green, so I'm giving them to you because God knows whether I'll be able to post them actually on Christmas. So here they are now. I could say don't look at them until Christmas, but who's kidding whom? I even made them a little bigger. Only a little. I've got to draw the line somewhere, or else I'll be posting huge photos of my face and everyone will know who I am and I'll be arrested... not nice holiday thoughts; never mind.

I got these undies as a Christmas costume anyway. I think if Santa would change his dress-code (and hiring policies) we're onto a winner here, huh? I had to color-correct a bit to get both my hair and the undies the proper shades; the light was kind of yellowing everything out. Ain't I cute?

Enjoy, with holiday wishes of well-hung stockings stuffed with happiness and balls dangling from good tall trees. Also candy canes. Ooh, new post idea!

What a Day

As I promised, a little reportage concerning my activities yesterday once my brother got up.

Before he did, of course, Dad and I took our customary shower together. I tried to wash my cunt out fairly well afterward, just so Mike wouldn't have to content himself with sloppy seconds. Not that he minds at all; he's eaten me out with cum in my pussy, sometimes his, sometimes others. And frankly, I was looking for more action in the other hole. But I was also looking forward to lots of action, and I didn't want Mike to feel he had to keep out of any part of my anatomy.

He finally woke up and I was working, and he came in totally naked and waved his cock at me. I'm easily distracted, which is why I guess I don't get the work done I should. He waved me off of sucking, because he was already prepped, and right there on the floor we had our first time. He said he wanted to cum inside me once before anything else, so I guess it was a good thing I cleaned up a little. We made love missionary, which I haven't had in a while, and he didn't last as long as is customary, but he managed to get me over the edge before he unleashed what felt like a gallon of cum into my cunt. I really do love that the best; if I could just get together a bunch of guys I trusted, we could have a creampie party. And since we wouldn't be taping it, I wouldn't have to try to squeeze it out; I could just have one guy cum inside me and then the next guy take his place. My cunt would drown in cum by the time I was done.

Well, Dad came in while we were lying there and had some work to do, so it was a perfect opportunity to blow off my obligations and have a longer session with my brother. We adjourned to my room, which is much more comfortable, and I sucked Mike's cock back to readiness, and told him that I wanted him in my ass right away, and I wouldn't take no for an answer.

He plowed my ass just like I wanted, fingered my pussy while he was doing it, made me cum hard, then came in my ass. After that, we went to get some lunch. Mom of course took Mike away from me, and I had to go back to work, so I went back and did some more work while she and he were enjoying each other. I wasn't sure I'd get any more that day, and I was just preparing to take a break and write this when Mike showed up in the room again and asked me if I wanted a second go in either hole. And then Dad came in behind him, and they had been reading my mind. We went to my parents' bedroom, where Mom was lying reading a book. She just shifted over a little and let Mike lie down, then held his cock up for him while I eased my ass down on it until it was buried inside me. God, I really miss anal when I don't have it; having a cock in my ass is divine with a capital D.

Then Dad got between my legs and stuck his big cock up into me, and they double-fucked me for a while. Finally, I guess Mom was feeling anxious, and Mike was ready to cum, and I had already gone off a bunch of times, so Dad pulled out of me and went over to Mom, and she obligingly let him mount her and fuck her, her breasts rocking with each penetration. I wanted so bad to join in over there, but I didn't. Mike pulled out and flipped me over and then fucked my ass from behind until he came, and Mom was cumming beside me, and finally, after Mike and I had just laid back and watched, Dad grunted and came. The man's like a porn star; he can fuck forever without cumming.

And then we were all tired, and dinner needed to be made, and I had more work, so I didn't get around to writing this until now. And now, I've got to dash anyway because the work still isn't getting done, and if I don't do it, I'll never have enough time to try out some anal toys with Mike. So toodles, I'm through procrastinating.

Wait, no I'm not, because Mike's up. So I'm through procrastinating for this, and now I'm going to procrastinate with my brother.

Mike's Home

He got home last evening, ate dinner, went straight to bed. Finals kicked his ass, I guess. And the drive. And he's still asleep. So no fun stuff to report. But believe me, there will be. The second he's awake, probably. And I keep getting the impression that Sheri will be coming for the holidays too, maybe just a couple of days, but we keep telling her to haul her ass down here. So if the three of us kids collide, sparks will fly, of that you can be sure.

Weekend Update

Because I'm in the theatre, weekends mean very little to me. But some things have happened since I last posted. I don't have energy to go into tremendous detail, but I'll give a precis of the pertinent data.

Sveta and I took a bath together Saturday morning. She came over Friday night, late, because I had work, and we made love and then I fell asleep. She said she didn't, but I was out like a light. But I woke up and she was sleeping next to me, and that was nice. When we both felt like getting up, we went and took a bath together, which was also very nice. I had a sneaking wish that my father would barge in on us, not knowing she was there. But he didn't. Still it was a great way to start the day. Then unfortunately she had to go home and work on homework and college stuff, and I had work to do too. I miss her when she's gone. It's so nice to have another girl around the house, especially one as sexy as she is.

I spoke with Gwen at some point this weekend, don't remember when. I hadn't talked to her in a while, so it was nice. She's living in the big city now (won't tell you which one), making more money than I expected. She said I should visit. I said I'd love to, but I didn't have the money or time right at the moment. She reminded me of a few stories that I've got to try to remember to tell. She doesn't seem like she's changed that much; still sounds incredibly sexy, still wild and crazy. I would really love to visit her. I think we'd have so much fun it'd be illegal.

I spoke with Kate too. She was at the theater one evening, and we had a quick chat. She knows I've been busy, but she says she and her family miss me, and she grabbed my ass and groped me. It was hard to go back to work after that; I wanted to drag her into a quiet corner right then and there. But I'll get the chance.

Mike is supposedly coming home for Christmas. I'm trying to talk Sheri into visiting too. Mari is pretty far away, and she's got the whole girlfriend thing, and the economy, etc. etc. So I doubt we'll see her. But maybe the other two.

Dad might have a new job come New Years, but maybe not. We're on tenterhooks around here. The tension has been great for my sex life, though, because Dad's been hungry for it, and Mom apparently hasn't. He's fucked me twice today. We made love in the shower, with him behind me, just long and leisurely, relaxing and getting plowed. When he came inside me, it was like a flood. And then later in the day, I was sitting on the couch unwinding after finishing up a bit of work, and he came in and sat next to me, and started feeling me up. His cock was rock hard. So I decided I would unwind that way, rather than by watching TV, and gave him a bj, then flipped around and let him take me from behind again. He was so deep inside me, I came over and over again before he painted my womb. God, no matter how stupid an idea it is, I still get really wet thinking about Daddy knocking me up, swelling up my belly with his baby.

Well, that's all I've got for now. There's probably other stuff, but I can't spend too long on this. Hold on 'til the work-load lessens and the money woes go away, and I'll have more. Yeah, right, when pigs fly. I'll have more soon.

Mike and Toys

When he left after Thanksgiving, I gave Mike a buttplug to take with him. No, I'm not trying to turn him off women; he likes a little anal play. I guess if he'd grown up in a family with brothers instead of sisters, or if Dad had been open to exploring bisexuality, my little brother probably would have been bi by now. That seems to be the way it goes; boys who grow up fairly sexually with other boys do tend to explore that aspect of things.

But he's making up for lost time now. He's still not comfortable with the idea of trying to find a guy to try out on his own, I think both because of worries about STDs and because he's still got this macho thing. Honestly, why is it that women can jokingly make out and nobody thinks too much of it, but two guys would rather be dead than be caught holding hands, let alone doing anything else. So anyway, Mike doesn't want anyone to think he's gay. I don't know why (well, I do understand, but I think he's being a wuss).

But he's been doing insertion play for a while now. Ever since we tried it that first time a while ago (which was longer ago than I realized, I guess) he's been toying with his ass. And now that he's got this plug, he says he wants a vibe too. I told him he could buy one himself. But I do like the thought of something that's been in my ass being in his ass too.

Anyway, he puts the plug in and sits at his computer and jacks off to porn. I told him he needs to find a lady. He said he's too busy for that. I can understand that feeling. But he says that he wishes he had me there, because when he cums with the plug in his ass, he cums buckets. The first time he tried it, he spurted all over the place, had to clean up, left some suspicious stains. He doesn't have roommates, per se; he's living in an apartment. But he has housemates. They're not as cool as Gwen, or he probably could have gotten them to help him out. Or not. Guys are uptight about it in a way I don't really get.

I can't wait for him to come home again, because I think I'm going to strap on a dildo and fuck his ass. Maybe we can talk Mom into sucking him off while I do, because then the cum won't go to waste. But in any case, I'm going to have to get him to fuck me with a plug in his ass, because I want to feel the buckets inside me.

Been Sitting On This For a While

Back last month when I was very few and far between, I lost track of a question I'd gotten and then promptly forgot. But I remembered it today, and now I'm going to answer it. Hope it's not too late for whoever asked it.

"What is the most public sexual experience you have ever had? I ask the question with respect to number of possible onlookers and likelihood that those onlookers might take the opportunity." -Anonymous Comment

Well, this was in response to my answers about superlatives, and I think it's a valid question. I answered a similar one about being caught. And frankly, if I had to count the number of people, my stories about the beach probably take pride of place, as far as the most public sex I've ever had.

But there's no way of knowing how public fucking on a beach is, because people aren't aware you're doing it unless they catch you. Whereas I've fucked publicly when everyone there was well aware of what was going on. Fewer people, but they were an audience. I may have mentioned that I've fucked for an audience before, and it's true.

From my hinting about my college experience, I think you can tell that I had exciting times. I didn't like college all that much, but I did like living on a campus with a lot of attractive people. Sure, there were a fair number of unattractive people, and assholes, and the lot, but there were many to choose from.

I'm shy as hell most of the time, but in a certain mood (inebriation helps) I can party pretty hardy. I've told you all about St. Patrick's Day my freshmen year. But that wasn't the only time I was crazy. It was the craziest, maybe, or at least I was the drunkest, but I did get buzzed and do various crazy things all through college.

My roomie Gwen and I threw a party for the entire dorm once where we wound up naked and making out in the center of the room. There were probably 20 people there, mixed group of guys and gals. It was a lingerie/boxer shorts party, and while a lot of people were simply wearing lounging wear, Gwen and I showed them all up by wearing bras and panties only. We attracted quite a crowd of boys when we started making out, and we had no need to get up for drinks, because they brought them to us. Eventually, she jokingly pulled my bra down, and I pulled hers down, and pretty soon we were in nothing but panties.

She has magnificent tits, a little smaller than mine, actually, but on her frame they look bigger. And by this point, I was far enough gone that I wanted her, and she was crazy enough to want me back, so we made out some more, then rolled into the center of the room and started taking bids on taking our panties off. We made 25 bucks to give them to interested parties, and then we just kind of ignored the rest of the party and made out on the floor. We didn't go down on one another, but there were fingers snaking into cunts all over. And I'm pretty sure that some of those fingers were observers.

In the end, we got up, told everyone to have fun, and hightailed it back to our room, because I was feeling a little shy even then. Also, I didn't want to get too crazy, and frankly, I was a bit worried that security would show up and find us. Although, later on, I realized that wouldn't have mattered.

See, I went to a very liberal liberal arts college (no, I won't tell you which one) which had very few rules, and what rules there were didn't amount to much. They'd confiscate alcohol if they found it in public places, and drugs weren't allowed, and parties that got too crazy would be shut down. But you could walk around naked and as long as nobody cared, nobody would complain and you'd get away with it. And who's going to complain about me naked? I thought not.

Anyway, that was pretty public, but it wasn't really sex. But a few parties later, I had a boyfriend of sorts, and he and I went to this drunken rager. I don't remember where it was, probably not on campus because it wouldn't have lasted. There were kegs and booze and drugs and all sorts of craziness. It wasn't that there were that many people; it was probably about the same size as a campus party. But they were crazier.

My date had no sense of limits, and he had way too much to drink, and was slobbering all over me while we tried to dance. He basically started feeling me up (I was wearing clothes which made this screamingly obvious to everyone) and saying in a very loud voice that he wanted to fuck me. And the other guys there were shouting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" and I was a little intimidated and wanted to go home. Frankly, I was worried that I would get raped when my date passed out and I was left to the tender mercies of the crazy guys.

When I didn't immediately drop to the floor and let him have his way with me, he got all angry and staggered off looking for someone else to fuck, he said. I sort of shrank into a corner, but the guys there were drunk and rowdy, not insane. They gave me some looks, but that was it.

My "boyfriend" came back with this blonde bimbo who was wasted, more wasted than he was, and started pawing her on the dance floor. She was giggling at first, but then she started telling him to stop, and he just wasn't listening. Eventually, I went over to stop him from being a total dick and told him that it was time to go home, and that he should let the girl alone.

He got all weepy and sorry and I just wanted to kick his fucking teeth in. But then I turned around and saw that that bitch who had been acting like she was about to be raped was on her knees sucking some other guy's cock. He saw it too, and was all set to go over and fight for his honor, or something. I told him that if he'd just shut the hell up and not make trouble, I'd suck him off. I know, it seems a bit odd, but at this point, I was kind of tired and wanted to just get whatever was going to happen over with, and I figured that if I was with him, the other guys would leave me alone.

He wouldn't get hard. He was flaccid and staggering, and then he ran off with his cock hanging out looking for the bathroom. And something snapped. I wanted to piss the bastard off. So I found a guy I knew who was also there, who was drunk enough that I could proposition him but hopefully not drunk enough to be a limp sock, and told him I wanted to fuck him, right there in the room. The other guys, including the one getting his cock sucked by the blonde, were chanting again, and this guy wasn't going to say no.

By the time my ex-boyfriend came back, my new toy had his cock, which was nice and hard and long, up inside my cunt and was railing me while the guy who had just finished getting blown by the blonde was feeling my tits. Another guy offered me a drink, and I said what the hell. It was anger sex, nothing more, nothing less. My ex took one look at me, I smiled sweetly at him, and then he staggered off again.

Well, the guy who was fucking me pulled out and the blonde stepped in and finished him. Then she moved on to a third guy to suck him off. There were other guys in the room who wanted me, but the guy who had fucked me was sober enough to help me out of there.

I was pretty drunk, and I didn't know where my date was, and I didn't care. I wound up going back to my car and sleeping with the doors locked. I don't know what happened to the asshole, and I can't say that I care. I didn't see him again, and I didn't return his calls.

So that was pretty public, and there was plenty of opportunity to join in, although I was lucky that no one did.

But the most public audience-type sex I've ever had was even crazier than drunken party sex, of which I have more stories that I could tell, but won't right now. The most public sex I've ever had for an audience was when I was dating this guy in college who was heavily into the theatre. I mean, I'm into theatre, but he was an artist.

He was a masters student, putting together a thesis, and one of the things he had to do was do a performance critique for a group of faculty. He had this whole thing worked out with lots of arty crap, and he needed a woman to play a role where she would be naked along with him on stage (can you guess where this might be going). It was all deeply symbolic, Adam and Eve type shit.

Well, he couldn't get anyone else, so he asked me. I said sure, why not, because when I'm on stage, I tend to lose any inhibitions. The thing about this "play" was that it was all improvisational. There was a rough guideline for scenes, but dialogue and action were totally made up on the spot. He told me I'd be fine, and we even rehearsed the scene a few times, basically locked down the dialogue for that part of it. I was a little nervous, but it seemed like I could just stick to the script and we'd be fine. At least, he said we'd be fine.

Now I'm fine with improvisation; I can run off on a tangent a mile long. I just thought the whole thing was pretty flaky, truth be told. And I was a bit worried that he'd get flaky too, and I'd be trapped in that scene forever.

Well, the night of the crit came, and there were people there to see it, not just the faculty, but students too. I was a little nervous, but he reassured me. It was supposed to open the play (obviously, if it's Adam and Eve, right?) so we went out in our birthday suits and they brought up the lights, and there we were, naked in front of probably 50 people in the audience. Now nudity wasn't abnormal in our college theater, but full frontal was a bit out there. There were a few gasps. I'd like to think they were gasping at my beauty. Right?

Lo and behold, he starts improvising like crazy, just going on and on and on, and I'm standing there in the altogether trying to keep up. And finally, I don't know, I lost inhibitions and went over and kissed him. It wasn't in the plan at all. But it worked, I think, although I don't know, since I didn't really try to understand the deep significance of the play (it was really, really arty, which I'm not a huge fan of).

He was still in character, and I was feeling in some character, and while he kept going on (I remember ideas coming to me, but I'll be damned if I know from where or what he was saying) I got to my knees and started blowing him. I'll say this, it got a reaction, a murmur. He was a pro at acting; just kept right on going, working it into what he was saying. And then when I stood up and said something about fertility and being a woman (I don't even remember my own lines) and pulled him down to the stage, he finally shut up when I straddled him facing the audience, said various useful things, and then eased my hips down until he was inside me.

He was a good fuck, and being on stage didn't change that, and I'm afraid that I got into it and started spouting off at the mouth too. I was monologuing terribly.

Eventually, after I had cum once and was wrapping up my remarks, he stiffened and came into me, and then gasped the line that was the cue for the scene to be over. And the lights went down, and he slipped out from under me, letting semen spill out from my cunt, and headed backstage to change for the next scene. And I got the hell off stage too, because instinct sort of took over.

It wasn't porno, and it wasn't planned. And the faculty thought it was a bit too edgy, but they gave him a passing grade because the rest of it worked. And I realized that, while he was a good fuck, he was flaky as hell, and so we broke up because he was in love with the theatre.

So yeah, that was sex in public, don't you think? Answered that question hardcore! And I swear it's true. We were far enough away from the audience that I don't know if they could tell whether we were faking it or not, but simulated sex wasn't all that odd on stage at my college either. I know some people knew it was real. I told Gwen, for one thing. She thought it was sexy as hell, and we fucked very acrobatically for hours that night.

Keep those questions coming, and I'll try to be more prompt answering them. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com, or you can post a comment.

Mixing Work and Pleasure

The theater where I do most of my local work does pay people, not very well though. But they also have volunteers a lot. It's sort of a community theater, but big enough that they pay sometimes.

Well, I got Sveta to volunteer, partially because I thought it would be a good thing, partially because I'm always on the lookout for volunteers, and partially because I want to take advantage of the opportunity to be backstage, have little to do, and spend some time with Sveta.

There was a little part of me that was hoping she might find a guy (or heck, a gal) too, or at least learn to come out of her shell around people a little. But it was a very little part. I was mostly being selfish.

So tonight was the first night she was volunteering. This show is pretty busy, so there was less quality time than I thought there would be, but we got to be together, and I think she liked helping out. She said she did, anyway. I was a little worried that we'd be really obvious, that people would think I was a horrible pedo or something. I mean, nobody knows how old she is, really, but she's in high school and I'm... well, I'm not in high school, I can tell you that.

People at the theater know I'm cheerfully bi, and that I'm a little bit easy (some people know more, but that's the common opinion) but since a lot of theatre people are gay, bi, easy, or a combination of the above, that doesn't arouse much interest.

Anyway, we kept to PDA to a minimum, partially because I don't like people who are all over each other backstage. I've worked with actors who do the show romance thing hard, they make out backstage, they have drama, etc. etc. I just wanted to have some company, not be annoying. So while we may have held hands a few times in the dark, and during intermission we found a quiet corner and sat and held each other and kissed a little, we weren't out there with it.

Toward the end of the night, when there's nothing left to do, we stood backstage waiting for the show to end and kind of snuggled, but again, being discreet (a word I cannot spell because I can't remember which discrete is which discreet). And one of my coworkers came up to me afterward and said, "She's cute, but you're keeping her on a pretty short leash even so." He was joking. It's too bad he's unavailable, because I think he thought she was more than just cute. But that was the only nudge-wink I got.

Then we drove home, and she announced that she was spending the night as I was getting ready to turn off to her house. I convinced her to just come over for a post-show snuggle and then head home, because I need sleep (and yet here I am, still up). I've got a matinee tomorrow (well, later today, I suppose).

So we headed home. My Dad was already asleep when we got in, but my mom was reading in the living room. She had a blanket wrapped around her (I made some noise to warn her) but I'm pretty sure Sveta could see that she was naked underneath. Didn't phase the girl at all. Or she hid it well. I'm being neurotic.

We went upstairs and spent 45 minutes or so making out, undressing each other, snuggling under the bedclothes, and then making out some more before I went down on her until she was moaning my name. She tasted like the theater, a little dusty, a little sweaty. But it was a good taste. And her pussy tasted just fine, thank you kindly. We got so warm we had to throw the covers off, and then I fingered her tight little asshole while I ate her out.

She squirted, as usual, and I don't care what people say, it is not just piss. It tastes totally different, mild and sweet and slightly scented of cunt without being gamy. She doesn't squirt a whole lot, most times, just a bubbling of it which wets my tongue. I really have to work on her to get her to turn into a geyser. We were both too tired for that.

Then when she recovered, Sveta returned the favor. She knows that I can cum more quickly and more often than she can, so she usually sticks around until I've gone off twice at least. Tonight was no different. Just watching her mousy little head bob as she licks my clit... breathtaking. And looking past her hair to her cute little backside is even more fun. I wish I could look and see her getting railed as she eats me. Maybe soon enough.

Watching her get her clothes back on was so arousing I had to finger myself, and she laughed and said I was insatiable, which I suppose is true. Then I remembered I had to get my clothes back on so I could drive her home, which killed my buzz a little. But we both got clothes mostly back on: I didn't bother with undergarments, and I noticed that she stuffed hers in her pockets instead of putting them on. So we drove back to her house commando, got pretty involved in the car outside her door, but before we could start tearing clothes off again, I stopped it, because while I wanted her again so bad I could taste it, I didn't think that it was a good idea. She looked a little disappointed.

And then I came home and couldn't sleep because I want her again. God damn, I wish I could post some photos because I want you all to see Sveta. She's got the cutest little body, so sexy. But she's more than just a cute body. As I said, I don't love her like someone I want to live with, but I love her. We don't have all that much in common, although we're developing more. But I love her like I'd love my little sister if I had one. That's the way this is. Not someone I'm going to marry (although I wouldn't be able to anyway, thank you prudes) but as a sister. Who happens to be a sexy teen. Shit, I'm incorrigible.

I hope she'll get to like working backstage, so she can volunteer for more than one day next time. This time was just a fill-in for someone. But next time, maybe she'll have a position on the crew. Or maybe she hated it. I won't push her. I needed help this time, and she happened to be available, and also I wanted to... yeah, I said it all at the beginning didn't I?

The British Have It Right

Saw this on the BBC and wished everyone could be so enlightened.

Britons 'saving money with sex'

I know I can save money on an evening out by fucking. But for some people, I suppose you have to have an evening out in order to find someone with whom to have sex. Plus, relationships can cost money.

The solution is incest, people. It's safer, better, and cheaper. Sure, if you've got a steady sweetie, that's fine too, but family love is the tops. Get out there and do it. I bet some of the people in that survey were.

Sveta

I'm going to talk about Sveta, because talking about Mike makes me miss him terribly, and while I'm probably going to see him at Christmas, I still don't want to talk about him. But I already have. Shit.

Okay, starting over. I'm going to talk about Sveta. Over the past several months, since she's been back in school, I've been waiting for her to grow apart from me. I've been waiting for her to have too much stuff to do to see me. I've been waiting for me to have too much stuff to see her. And it hasn't happened.

Well, I have had stuff, and she has too, but she's been over here a lot. And it's been great. Better than great. She's come so far as a lover. She still is the cutest little thing, but she can make me cum now like nobody's business. And when we make love, we're making love. We really get off on each other. We enjoy touching, kissing, holding. I like sleeping with her, although I couldn't do it every night, because I tend to hog the bed and get stiff and toss and turn at night. So when we sleep together, I don't generally wake up feeling as rested as I'd like. But I love falling asleep holding her, preferably after a wonderful session of orgasm after orgasm.

She loves to be fucked with a strap-on, but she prefers to receive, so I don't generally get a hard fuck from her if she's using it on me. But it's tender and loving. And I cannot get over how sexy she is. She's blossomed from this shy little girl into this sexy young woman. I wonder if anyone else has noticed? She says she's still just as socially shy as she always was, and she can't get it together with a guy.

So yeah, I'm in love with a teenager. Maybe not matrimonial love, but certainly like she's my younger sister. I never had a younger sister, so I guess I'm getting that out with Sveta.

I don't think she likes her family; she won't talk about them much at all. And I think she partially likes coming over to my house (which is what nearly always happens) because it's not her house. Which is too bad, but lucky me, right?

The thing is, I've been thinking seriously about telling her. Maybe not everything, or at least not right off the bat, but maybe telling her about some of it. It's not like I haven't let clues drop accidentally, or maybe subconsciously on purpose. She's seen and heard compromising things over at my house. She knows my Dad thinks she's sexy; he told her so, ostensibly to boost her morale to go out and find a guy, but in reality because he does. She is sexy.

We don't spend that much time around my family, but it's gotten to the point where she's over often enough that I can't hide her in the basement the whole time. She knows my parents know we're fooling around. And she's gotten other clues, like that time my Dad came in to wake me up naked and she was in my bed too.

So I was thinking of telling her, letting it all hang out, or some of it anyway, and seeing what she does. I don't think she'll turn me in or anything, she might just be hurt. I don't want to hurt her. On the other hand, if she was privy to the family secret, then she could join in, and I think she'd like that. She needs a family, if she doesn't like hers, and my family is a great family, I think.

It's not like she'd be the first person to ever find out. A few boys who've "dated" Sheri or me have known that we fucked each other, as well as lots of people where she lives who don't care and probably have their own family secrets. And my roomie in college knew. Not all of it, but she knew some of it. She was cool with it, wished she had a family like that. She didn't; her family was ultra-straitlaced, which is I guess why she was so adventurous and rebellious.

I've got to tell you all about my college roomie some time soon. Her name is Gwen [edit: can't call her Jen, even though I love the name, so I've changed it to something else, for those of you keeping score. If I fuck up and call her Jen again, well, I've fucked up. It's not her name.] (or it is for the purposes of me not having to type "my college roomie" over and over again) and she's the sexiest mostly-Asian chick ever. Much shorter than me, a tiny little dynamo, very hot body, and was she adventurous in the sack. When I got to college we were paired up randomly, but we stayed together long after other people were getting rooms to themselves. It was too much fun living with her. It really helped my homesickness. Anyway, more about Gwen some other post.

But she knew Mike was my brother, and he came up and spent a weekend at my college. And Gwen thought he was hot, and he was sleeping in our room, and she asked me if I was okay with her trying him out. By this point we were on the same page about most things sexual, so I said sure. And after I watched them fuck, I was so horny that I had to stroke myself a little, and Gwen put two and two together with some other twos and got 16 and said, "Hey, you two fuck, don't you?" And neither of us was in the mood to deny it.

So of course she wanted to watch. She wanted to know everything, but we managed to stave off her curiosity fairly well. "Yes, we fuck, have been for some time, he's good in bed isn't he? No, we're not adopted." She thought it was hot, took pictures (which I may one day post), loved watching him fuck me, wanted us to call each other "bro" and "sis" as often as possible. Which brings up one reason why I don't tell some people: they think it's more exciting than it really is. I'm not a sideshow. We love each other and enjoy fucking, and it is hot that we're brother and sister, but it's not that exciting. For me, anyway. But I don't hold it against people, and I don't imagine Sveta would feel that way.

So yeah, I'm thinking that maybe I'll tell Sveta. My worry is that she'll feel weirded out, not that she'll tattle on us. Maybe I could engineer either my Dad or my brother seducing her, and then tell her. She really could use a guy.

I'll have her come over, but I'll be running late, and Dad will meet her at the door wearing something slightly inappropriate, and chat with her, and then just work his magic.

No, I won't. That's terrible. She's still very fragile. Better that I just tell her, see how she feels about it, and then go from there. Maybe she'll want to step into it slowly. Maybe she'll be okay with it, but not interested in participating. Maybe I should wait for Mike to be here, so someone closer to her age will be available. We'll see.

God, I had forgotten what a drag it is not to have a computer, because with Mike here, I had his laptop. But now the only time I can get anything done is this late. Oy. Must go try to sleep. Well, maybe I'll try to cum once before I do that.

Trying Something

So you know how people liveblog? Well, I'm not going to sign up for twitter, nor am I going to update this page live, but I thought I'd try blogging while Mike fucks me. What do you think? You like the idea? Good, because I'm doing it anyway.

I've tried things like this before; I used to chat while being fucked a lot, and it's easier than typing one-handed in some respects, but in others, it's way harder. For one thing, either I've got to put the keyboard on the floor, or I've got to sit on him. Oh, but I just thought of something: I can use Mike's laptop. I've saved and we'll be continuing in a moment.

Okay, so now we're in my room. I wish I had a photo or something for a visual aid, but all my stuff is lost or not on this computer. So just look at other pictures on the site if you have to.

I was working in PJ bottoms and a t-shirt, because it's too damn cold to be going around naked all the time. But Mike got me out of the bottoms while I was logging back in. Geez it's hard to type in this position.

Okay, got a pillow or three, lying on them so my butt sticks up and he has access to it, a little easier to type now. He's rubbing my pussy through the panties, just simple cotton jobs because I wasn't feeling sexy today. Yesterday was another matter. But today, just blue cotton. Probably going to have to change them; getting all soaked back there.

C'mere you little shit and let me suck that cock. Hold on people, definitely can't type and suck at the same time. Mike, take over.

Hey readers, Mike here [with editing by Lexi because she went back over this afterward and was a control-freak -Lexi] talking at you. Never written a blog before so I'm just writing and if it's not blog-like, tough shit. My sis is the best cock-sucker ever, and I'm not just saying that because she's going to read this later, but because if she doesn't stop soon, I'm going to blow my wad in her mouth instead of somewhere better. It's really hard to type and get blown, you know that? If you don't, try it some time and see. Probably not being very interesting. Lexi said to tell you what was happening. She's sucking my cock like a champion is what's happening. What the hell else is there for me to tell you?

Okay, enough, I'm back. Mike isn't the literary type, as maybe you can tell. I'm not going to read over it now, but I will later, so he'd better not have said anything nasty. I wish I was posting this live. Maybe I will look into twitter. Nah, fuck it, too much effort.

Now we're discussing what position. We do this. We don't argue, we just discuss, like the toppings on a pizza. Mike thinks he's already fucked me every way he can this weekend (well, this vacation) so he wants me to pick something new. There's no way in hell we can do something new, since I've got to be able to type at the same time. He asks me if he can eat me a little. Sure, why the hell not. It's not like I'm going to complain. I mean, I've got other stuff to do, but do it, bro.

Isn't that like a man? He wants me to roll over. I can't, I'm typing. Okay, we'll try it.

Okay, on back now, and having a harder time typing. Prop my head up. Okay, a little better now. The laptop is resting on my tits, which is too bad, but at the same time very warm. Kind of squashing them a little. Not too much though, it's pleasant. And Mike is tickling me. He's got his tongue lapping at my cunt and his finger up my asshole pressing up. I can't wait for a cock in there.

Wow, feeling nice down there. Just going to lie back and cum for a second. Going to be a short one, he might not even notice if I don't tell him. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll let him keep licking me until I cum harder.

Too late. In the interim, while I stopped typing, had a nice cum and told Mike it was time for the main event. Now I'm on my pillows again. Mike's running his cock up and down over my snatch, I don't know what he's waiting for. Oh, there he goes, in nice and slow. I can feel my pussy spread on him. God I love his cock inside me. I was going to make him fuck my ass first, but I don't care. It feels nice back there. Let me tighten up a little on him. Got to keep control. Shit, that's nice. He's stroking into me, and his hand is down around and diddling my clit a little. I might cum again before too long.

He says to tell you that my cunt is amazing, so soft and warm and tight. Of course it is, silly. You should know that by now. Any gals out there who aren't getting regular service from a cock, any cock, need to do something about that. I mean, unless you're lesbian, in which case, buy a big dildo and have your honey fuck you with that.

Tightening on him again, he laughs and says I'm going to make him explode if I'm not careful. I wanted him in my ass, but now, I just want him to cum into my pussy. I want to feel his hot spunk deep inside me. Damn, I want him to knock me up good. Gallons and gallons of spunk in my womb.

Shit, here I go again. I can feel it coming. Speed up a little, a little harder. Oh yeah, there it is. I'm going to try to keep typing, but it's not easy. This is a big one. Clenching. Oh yeah!

Well, that didn't work out. Put my head on the keyboard, left a bunch of nonsense here [deleted it, because anyone can type nothing -Lexi]. Mike says he's close. Cum in me, little brother. I want to feel your cum deep inside, just splashing around in there.

He drives in and... I felt it, a little. I can feel the spasms of his cock more than I feel the spunk, but he's shooting into me, I can tell. Oh, felt that splash. And another hard one. God, it makes me feel like a woman, having a guy cum inside me. Affirms my femininity. Is that a word?

I'm just going to lie here. No, wait, got to clean him up. Give me your cock, don't waste it.

He tastes better mixed with my juices. I think I'm going to let him type a bit more, while I clean myself out a little.

Wow. It was great. I mean, she's always great, but it was great to do it for people. I would love to get Lexi to go on camera with me for porn. She's hot as hell, and I'd love to do it. I mean, we've got some vids and pics and all that, but not for you guys she says. I know she's shown some pics of us here, but she's still shy or something.

I'm watching her clean out her cunt, and damn it makes me hard. I mean, not really hard, because I'm not Superman, but it makes me twitch in my cock. Wish you all could see it.

Well, that concludes this little experiment. No, wait, no it doesn't either. Well, yes it does, because I can't be typing and fucking at the same time; my back is starting to hurt, and my neck. But I'm going to check over this, and then I'm going to post it, and then I'm going to get Mike hard again, because it wasn't enough. I'm still horny, and he is too, and if I give him a breather, he'll be ready to fuck my ass.

So have fun, people, and I'll maybe try this again some other time. Maybe not. I don't know how well it went.

This Post Isn't About Thanksgiving

Sorry, that's possibly coming, but right now I don't have a lot of time.

But my brother is home, which means I'm happier than I was. And I was thinking about my childhood, reminiscing with Mike, and I've just been thinking nonstop about old Disney movies I watched when I was growing up.

You remember a few years (well, maybe more than a few, I can't remember) ago when there was that group that was convinced that Disney was trying to get kids hooked on sex? They said that the cover of The Little Mermaid had a penis on it. Hell, the Little Mermaid is hot as shit, and she made me and my brother incredibly horny. So who gives a damn about a penis on the front cover?

Or, I just remembered, in The Great Mouse Detective, there's that scene in the bar, and that mouse singer takes most of her clothes off, and she's hot too. I mean, she's a mouse, but still, hot stuff. Nobody every mentions that, or they didn't mention it that I remember.

Hell, there are a lot of kids movies that are sexy. I recall watching a movie that was rated PG which had nudity in it, advertised as a kids film. Maybe I'm hallucinating; it's not like I never saw nudity when I was a kid. But there are cartoons and movies which have very sexy characters.

Anyway, I'm just saying, you don't have to look very hard to be titillated by kids movies. And yes, I know there are fetishes out there for people who like this kind of thing. I'm not talking about drawing your own cartoons of Belle and the Beast fucking. There are plenty of those. I'm just talking about the things in the actual movie which are pretty hot.

Okay, 'nuff said. I have to get back to work, or I have to get Mike to come and stick his cock in my ass. I'm leaning toward the latter.

Phone Sex

I am at a bit of a loose end at the moment, and a computer is free, and so here I am, wasting my life.

I may or may not have said this in the past, but I'm not into phone sex. I don't mean calling up some hot-line and getting a bored housewife who goes through a script phone sex. I'm talking about phone sex between even me and a boyfriend or girlfriend. Sure, I'll talk dirty on the phone to some people, but it doesn't get me off. Well, if I really work at it, it can, but I don't enjoy it. As much.

So when I used to have time to chat, people would always ask me if I wanted to phone, and I always said no. Now, of course, my excuse about not wanting to be called because I've had bad experiences with that kind of thing isn't valid, because now they've got voice chat. But it still doesn't do it for me, although people don't seem to believe me. The sound isn't that important. I've pissed some people off by saying that, but it's the truth.

But yesterday, I had awesome, bone-shattering phone sex with Sheri. It wasn't the way some people like to do it, with the descriptions and the realism. She basically called me up and told me what she wanted me to do. I was in the middle of working on something, but she said that I would just have to drop everything and get off. We did some very naughty things together. She had me strip down and then get in the bathtub and pee all over myself. Yes, that's right. Then she told me to taste it, which I've done, so I did. It tasted about the same as it always does, not the greatest taste in the world, but not unpleasant. She said she was going to piss in a cup and taste hers, and then I heard her doing it.

Then she told me to stick various things up my cunt, and tickle myself, and just ordered me around for an hour. I came twice, both nice long Os. Then she said that she knew I had to go, and just hung up. It was crazy. We'd never really done anything like that before.

But it was what I needed, I guess. I do like to be submissive sometimes, and while Dad and I do some of that, it's not particularly adventurous. When Mike was around, he'd make me do shit like that.

Anyway, I haven't changed my mind about phone sex. Most of it is lousy anyway. But it was crazy to spend an afternoon being ordered around on the phone. Sheri said she wanted to do it again, but with someone else too. I told her I didn't know anyone, and she said I should find someone and she would too, and then we could call each other while we were fucking our special someone. And I wondered about Sveta. I wouldn't have to tell her that it was my sister on the phone. I wonder how she'd react. I wonder if I could trust Sheri to keep her mouth shut.

Fuck, I don't know. I need to stop wondering and work again.

Barack Obama Doesn't Love Me

Not that I particularly expected him to. No, I'm not one of those women who thinks he's hot. He wouldn't make my top ten list, not that it's a bad thing.

Just wanted to tell everyone that, no, Barack Obama is not going to be socially liberal. I will not be able to come out in the open. People really need to get their stories straight anyway: if he's a secret Muslim, he can't also be a social liberal. If he wants to legalize bestiality, then he's not going to be doing it by instituting Sharia. It's not that tough.

I didn't support him because he was socially liberal. I supported him because he was the better choice. I don't completely agree with him, but I also understand that the chances of some of my points of view being popular in this country are slim to nil. So stop telling me that now that Black Osama is president, I can be a perverted heathen in peace. Because it's just not true.

Done venting now.

But if he and his wife wanted to come over and have a little threesome with me, I would dig it all the way to China. Because she's hot. Hell, Cindy McCain is hot, from an older woman point of view. And even though Sarah Palin is evil, she too is fuckable. Yes Sarah, pull the stick out of your ass and bring your daughters with you, and I'll show you a thing or two. Hell, your husband isn't that bad either.

There's the solution. Bipartisan orgies. If you're fucking them, you can't think they're as evil, can you? Wait, yes you can. Never mind. Still, C-SPAN would be a lot more interesting.

Going From Bad To Worse

As thrilled as I am that we've got a semi-liberal in the White House again, I wonder just how liberal he really is, especially on social issues. So no, I'm not thinking that the Obama administration is going to make it a priority to address incest as an issue. I wish they'd do more about gay marriage though, because my sister and her lover have been together long enough now that they should get to marry, if they want. Fucking bigots. I'm sorry if you believe differently, but you're wrong, plain and simple. I don't think marriage is for everyone, but if you want to do it, you should be able to do it, no matter who you love.

Anyway, I'm not even looking for Obama to tackle social issues at all, because the economy and health care are way, way bigger issues for me right now. See, while I try my hardest to make contributions to the family income, I'm the low end of the totem pole in that regard. My dad shoulders most of the financial burden for the family. But now his business is going under, or if not under, it's going really badly, to the point that he's spending a lot of time home because he's got nowhere else to be. And we're having to cut back on all sorts of frills. And my earning potential is getting lower and lower, so that doesn't help either.

In one way, it's great for me, because Dad is home a lot, and so am I, and therefore we can use each other for stress relief. I've been keeping really bizarre hours lately, but even if I wasn't, I could still avail myself of some fatherly love almost every day. In fact, I just finished up a morning session in the shower with Dad, and cum is leaking into my panties as we speak. We've slept together a few nights too, wrapped in each other's arms, warm and naked and cuddling. Falling asleep in the afterglow is a great way to cure insomnia. Wearing yourself out being fucked by the man you love is good too. Well, not "the" man, but one of the men, certainly.

But in pretty much every other way, it sucks dirty goat balls. We're all worried about work and money and everything. Mom's going to have to get a job too, and I'm under pressure to keep working as well, no matter if I hate the job or not. And I've got an offer of housing from Sheri, who has jobs where she's living, and not having to worry about rent and apartment-hunting is very tempting. I don't know if I can do it; I hate moving. But I may have to.

On the plus side of the equation (well, the grand equation of my life, not specifically related to the current economic realities) are Sveta, with whom I think I may be in love, and Kate, whose house is like a vacation for me now. Sveta first: we make love fairly regularly, and she spends the night almost every weekend, but we spend a lot of time just cuddling and feeling safe with each other. The relationship has moved beyond sexual. I'm not ready for monogamy, and I've explained to her that I do have other partners, but they're all different than she is. I'm probably taking advantage of her a little, and I wish she could have another partner as well, so I wouldn't feel so guilty about it. But she's love-starved, and I love her and she loves me, and so the relationship works. She can come to me when she's feeling bad, and we cheer each other up. It's not that we're bored with the physical stuff, it's just that we're more than fuck-buddies at this point. Who knows what will happen.

As for Kate, I wanted to tell the long version, but I don't think I'll be able to, so instead I'll bring you up to speed. I was trying my orgasm-fast, as you'll recall, and then the stress got to me, and basically by the time that whole thing was done and I talked to Kate again, I was past being upset. It was either take them up on their offer or go out looking for someone else. I nearly called James to see when he would be in town, I was that stressed out. I'm more stressed now, but it's a long-haul-type stress, rather than a short spasm, so I handle it differently.

Anyway, they were glad to have me back, said they'd put the kids to bed and I could come over whenever I wanted. So I went over, and had some fun. Roger said he wanted to watch, I think perhaps because they expected me to be spooked by the whole thing and didn't want to crowd me. I would have been happier if he'd just joined in, but I let him have whatever it was he had. He sat in a chair in the bedroom, naked and stroking a cock which was larger than I expected, given Kate's shallow cunt. She and I undressed each other, and both got into the show aspect of things, and then before we even got down to anything stronger than kissing, Roger started making noise and came all over the floor. He told us to keep going, that he was sorry to interrupt. Kate told me later on that he usually was fairly quick, although if he got stoned sufficiently he could last longer.

Anyway, he managed to get it back up at some point before I gave his wife a shuddering orgasm, because he was stroking again when she laid me back on the bed and began her ministrations. She's much rougher than Sveta, and it's not love that's between us, but it's still enjoyable. Roger asked if he could come over and look closer, and when he came, I told him he could cum on me if he wanted. I was trying to give him a hint, but there was no cock, quick or otherwise, for Lexi that evening. After Kate finished me off she licked up her husband's cum from my stomach and then kissed me and asked if I wanted to spend the night. I was tired and still stressed, but I wanted to get home on the off-hand chance that Dad might be available, because I wanted a good fuck. Sadly, he wasn't, so I got nadda.

But the next time I came over, I practically told Roger he should join in, and I spent the night afterward. That first time, he only fucked his wife while I licked her cunt and his cock, but he pulled out and gave me a mouthful of cum. I tried to get him to fuck me too, but he said he wasn't up for it. So I let Kate finish me again. But I did spend the night, because Dad was away and I wanted to sleep in their bed with them. We snuggled together and it was pleasant, especially when they both were kissing and playing with me. I almost convinced Roger to fuck me, but we were all sleepy.

In the morning, we were awakened by Kevin, their younger son. I was too groggy to realize the implications, because he didn't seem to mind that there were three of us, naked and holding each other, in the bed. Kate got up to see to him, and I snuggled back against Roger and went back to sleep for a little while. Later on, after I had gotten up and eaten breakfast, it hit me that neither of the kids wondered at me being there, or eating breakfast with them, or anything. Liam stared at me, but it wasn't a shocked stare. If I'm the first woman they've had over like this, and I believe them that I am, I wonder what's up with the kids? I mean, in my family, things would be different, but I don't know what's going on in this family.

Anyway, since that night, I've been over twice more, and Roger has fucked me on both those occasions. He likes to pull out and cum on me, so he can watch Kate lick it up. In fact, he does the same thing with Kate, and I am perfectly happy to clean up too. It's pedestrian, really; we seem to always do the same sorts of things. But we have watched my videos, and they're hard for me to watch, for some reason. Not because they remind me of betrayal, I just don't seem that attractive in them. I don't know, self-esteem problems maybe.

And it's also true that Roger handles better when he's good and stoned; he and Kate smoked up the last night I was there. But the bad part is that Roger can go for longer, but after he does, he's done for the evening. He's not the ideal lover; I can see why she'd want someone else. I mean, he's an okay guy, probably a good father, but he's hardly Adonis in the sack.

Anyway, that about covers that hanging topic. Eventually, I'm sure I can talk them into something more exotic, maybe get Roger to fuck my ass, since I'm jonesing for a cock up there. But now I really have to go, so thanks to everyone who's sent well-wishes, and I'm trying to return to a semi-normal schedule, even with no computer of my own. But I make no promises.

Blowing Off Steam

I'm in hell right now. Bad enough that I don't have a computer to speak of, but I'm doing three different things at once, none of which are exactly low-stress. So I've been hitting my Dad up as often as I can, and calling Sveta over for booty calls even though she's trying hard to do well in school so she can get into a good college, and I've been over to Kate's place once or twice too. I'm stressed, and when I get stressed, I need something to take my mind off it, so I get horny too. I know, many people get stressed and then can't perform, but for me, it's like watching a TV show to unwind.

Dad isn't complaining, lord no, but he's only available at certain times, and a lot of times, I'm not available then. We try to fit in once a day, if we can. I wish my brother were here. But with the world crumbling, he's got lots of interesting things to do with stocks and economies and businesses, not to mention college. I hope he gets rich, rather than the other way around. I can't deal with the economy, which would simply add another layer of worry to me, so I'm trying hard not to think about it.

I really wish I had someone to fuck my ass. It's been months, or at least it feels like it's been months. Probably not. Possibly month, singular. But Dad's not interested, and Sveta doesn't have the requisite equipment, and other outlets aren't open for that. I think the last time I had a good cock in my ass was when my brother stopped by on the way back to college. He'll be graduating soon enough; maybe I'll move in with him. We could pretend.

If I ever swing it, and my computer problems are resolved, I'll get my Dad to write something for you all. That would be fun. He's not computer-illiterate, but he's not a child of the WWW, certainly. He doesn't use the Internet for anything but business, which consists mostly of emails and the occasional looking up of some spec. So he doesn't blog, and I'm not sure he understands why someone would waste her time doing it. But he might write something. I don't know how dirty it would be. It might be a love letter to me. Who knows?

But I have gotten him okay with fucking me while I have something in my ass. It's not like he wouldn't do it before, but he was never into it. Now, he'll do it every day if I want, which I usually do. I haven't convinced him that it's even more fun if he uses the toy to fuck my ass, not just to take up space. I'm not sure how far I can press it. The issue, I mean, not the toy. So I've used some vibes, but they're not as good in the ass as I'd like. I need bigger ones, I guess. His pounding tends to distract me from any small sensations elsewhere.

Sveta and I have upgraded to various toys, and she's trying to work up the nerve to move into boys again as well. I told her it didn't have to be "as well," and that if she wanted to graduate from the school of Lexi maxima cum laude (puns intended) and move back into strictly hetero pursuits, I would give her a send-off with flying colors, and by happy for her. But she's interested in continuing our current arrangement, as well as adding a male presence to her life, and possibly her cunt or ass or both. We've even pillow-talked about sharing a man again. But she's still very hurt and shy and all that jazz, so it may be a while. She'll probably go off to college and forget all about me.

But for now, she's been sleeping over more than she should. She's still not totally aware of my life, but she seems to sense that my parents aren't hard-asses about who shares my bed. She really is desperate for affection and love, as well as sex, so it feels good to curl up in bed with her, for both of us. And there are signs of certain suspicions she might have, but I can't go into them right now because I'm running out of time as it is. My father certainly doesn't object to the presence of a cute young thing in his house besides me (and Mom, love ya Mom). He loves to get me to talk about her while he's fucking me. He'd do her in a heartbeat, I think.

And Kate... well, that's a longer story. Suffice to say that I've been over there, and I don't want to spoil the story by telling it quickly, but on the other hand, I don't want to leave it hanging. It's not a regular thing, but she and I and Roger are... getting acquainted. So there's promise for things.

And I'm still getting into pretty dark territory, fantasy-wise. For instance, I looked at some scat porn, and while I still don't find shit appealing, watching those women take a shit was... arousing, surprisingly so. I didn't find the shit arousing, it was their asses while they were shitting. Eating it or smearing in on themselves: disgusting. But just like watching someone pee, it has a fascination. I don't want anyone to shit on me, or to shit on anyone, but I would let someone watch me take a shit, if they wanted to. I never thought I would feel this way about it.

And there's other things, and memories I have and wishes I have, and it's all kind of muddled up. Not having to do with incest, but other things. I don't know what to say. I'm getting interested in lost innocence, for one thing. But I don't think it's because of some deep psychological scarring due to my upbringing; it's just kink that I'd never really explored. I don't know how comfortable I am with it; some of it is things that are certainly illegal, if not immoral. But it's fantasy. I don't want to do any of it in real life. I don't think.

Anyway, thanks for all the kind thoughts people have sent, and rest assured, the moment my situation changes, I'll let everyone know.

Ah, the Economy

Still doing this not-my-computer thing. I have access, but I can't spend all sorts of time posting, because my access isn't my computer. Woo-hoo.

Due to the current economic climate, my money isn't being spent on a new computer yet. When it does, you'll be the first to know. I lost some stuff during the crash, too, so there'll need to be some rescanning of pictures, etc.

But not having to be on a public computer any more means I can tell you all that my fast ended rather quickly. I went for maybe 6 days without so much as an orgasm, and by the end of it, I was jonesing hardcore. The night my computer broke, I was so stressed out that I pulled out a home video and made myself cum, because I just couldn't take the pressure.

Then I was pretty good for a week or so, only masturbating once a day, trying to get it done quickly, like I needed a fix. Which, I suppose, is more worrisome than not being able to go without at all. But I was trying.

Then I decided that cumming wasn't as enjoyable if I tried to do it quickly to get it over with. Which is pretty much obvious. But I did come to the conclusion that my leisure activities have to be more regimented, so if I have an hour to kill, I need to kill it either by watching something or cumming, but not to view sex and leisure as two separate draws on my time. I need to watch less television, or rather DVDs, so it seemed like a good plan.

Then I just lost it. I am under a certain amount of stress right now, which I won't waste time going into. But I just needed the stress relief. Some people eat. I fuck. When I get the chance, I'll tell you exactly what I mean, but suffice to say that I'm now probably having sex more often than I was, with more people. Dad was my first after I fell off the wagon, and he and I have been fucking like rabbits.

I've also found myself being drawn to stranger and stranger things. Things which I never found arousing before, now I find arousing. Some things which worry me a little. I'm trying to be legal and moral, but there's a dark side of my brain, which somehow is being let out more and more frequently.

I've seen my brother, and I hope to see Mari soon. And of course, there's Sveta. And Kate. And I'm just busting to tell all these stories, but I can't, because I have to go now.

Keep the faith. I shall return. Or maybe I should say, "I shall cum again." Have, actually. Many times. I'm weak.

If you've sent emails or comments or questions, I will try to get to them as soon as I can. I haven't forgotten you. I've just been waylaid.

I'm Still Alive

Still alive, pretty busy, without a computer to speak of. I hope that within a month I'll be able to change that situation, but for right now, I'm still out of contact. Just letting everyone know.

Not Going Well At All

Sorry guys, it's been a tough bunch of time.

My computer is dead, which means I'm typing this on a public computer, which means I can't talk about much of anything. Let's just say that my little experiment lasted longer than I expected, but I broke down when my computer broke because I was stressed out. First with myself, and then that sort of opened the floodgates. But I am more conscious of the time I spend, which means that I now no longer take as much time in the day doing things I'd really like to spend my life doing. Not a bad thing. I don't speed it up, I just realize that it's a leisure activity, and if I do that, I can't also waste time doing something else. It's helped me prioritize.

I don't know how my updating will fare while I try to get my computer situation sorted out. Probably not terribly well. Thanks to everyone who has written giving encouragement, and know that I will probably try some mini-fasts in the future. Maybe a couple of days here and there, or maybe cutting back a lot and seeing if I can completely wean myself rather than going cold turkey all at once.

No, I'm not giving it up. I'm just trying to control it rather than it controlling me.

I have to go, public computers suck. But don't worry, even if I have a hiatus here, I'll be back as soon as I can.

Trying Something Really Weird

So this post is not about some new deviance. Sorry if that's what you were thinking it might be.

This post is about something I'm trying, have been for the past few days. I'm trying to... not have any sex.

Why? I don't know. It's sort of like a fast. I'm going without sex. No, I haven't converted to some crazy religion. Nor do I think it's a question of moral fiber. I'm just trying it out because occasionally I wonder about it. I wonder how people who aren't fucking all the time feel when they finally do. I wonder whether my obsession with sex might have crossed over into something which isn't healthy. I wonder whether I can have meaningful contact with people without it being sexual.

So yes, I'm going without sex. I'm going without masturbation. I'm trying hard not to think about it or even do anything related to it. Sheri thinks I'm weird. Mike says he's glad he's not there, because it would be impossible for me to keep to a pledge like that if he were. Mom and Dad say they think whatever I want is fine, although Mom is probably more enthusiastic about it than Dad.

In the two days and counting that I've been trying this, I've discovered that I'm incredibly horny, and that it's hard. Very hard. Maybe too hard. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up, frankly. Again, this is not moral, religious, or anything else. It's sort of like timing yourself while you hold your breath; I'm basically doing it to see how long I can go.

That's not to say that I haven't done anything remotely sexual. It's hard to avoid. I sometimes find myself idly stroking my pussy (even that word is driving me up the wall) without realizing it. But I haven't cum. Nor have I done anything with Dad. We've given each other kisses, but just normal kisses. And Sveta, now that James has gone to college (good riddance, for her sake) is sort of okay with just cuddling with me. We tried it yesterday, and while it was hard not to do something more than cuddle, after a few false starts, we settled into it. It was nice to hold someone, without any tension or expectations. It's something I don't do often enough. I think she liked it too.

I've found that I have a lot more free time. Really, I spent a lot of time with various sexual activities. Again, I'm not saying that it was wasted time, but it's giving me food for thought about maybe budgeting my time differently. Or maybe spending the same amount of time with sex, but appreciating it more.

Anyway, I'm not planning on becoming celibate forever. I'm just giving it a try. I haven't been without any form of sex since I was 6 or 7, seriously. I'm just doing it to see if I can.

Dad misses me, I can tell. He's supportive of some of my weirdness, but he still misses me. I've been trying to spend the same amount of time with him, just with other things. It's tough, since we're both naked and he's hard as a rock and my body just wants him. Mind over matter. I'll come out of this stronger.

I'm going to try to make it for a month and see, but that will probably be too long. Maybe I can make it a week. It's been a long time since I haven't cum at least once a day, so a week... hardcore.

Anyway, that's what I'm doing, and if I don't blog regularly, that's probably why. Or maybe because I'm getting busy again. I have some gigs, and maybe some more money coming in. If I can stand it, I'll try to keep blogging and telling stories, for the public's sake, but it might be too much. It's hard right now to keep from just squirming a little bit and giving myself some pleasure. But I'm trying.

Sheri Got Inked

Sheri got a new tattoo. She knows people who will do them in trade, and she's willing to trade sexual favors for minor surgery. She keeps wanting me to do it too, to come visit and get one done. I told her that she may trust people who are willing to give out free tattoos for sex, but I'm less trusting. Also, I'm not sure I want a tattoo.

She called and told me about it. Apparently, this guy likes anal, and he said that if she'd let him fuck her ass, he'd give her a freebie. I'm pretty sure Sheri would have let this guy take a shit on her face if he'd give her a freebie, so anal was nothing. She likes getting things free. It's not that she couldn't have paid for it; oh no, she has more than enough money, but she's willing to be a whore. I'm being unfair to Sheri; she's not really a whore, she just likes sex and is willing to do it in exchange for favors. I guess that makes her a whore, technically, but it's not like she's doing it for a living. Hell, we've all done things for favors, haven't we? Just because my sister views sex as a normal activity, like offering to pick up someone's dry-cleaning for them, she's branded a whore. By me. Whore. Just kidding, sis.

Anyway, she wanted to get a tat just above her pussy, if she was going to get it like this. So I guess it made sense, because he would have already seen everything, so why not let him ink her there? She told me she had toyed with the idea of getting a little sign that said, "Deposit Sample Here," with an arrow pointing down at her cunt, but finally decided against it. I told her she was an idiot for even thinking that. What the hell could you possibly be thinking to think that's a good idea? But then most tattoos are bad ideas. I met a guy once who had "Choke me while I stroke it" tattooed on his neck. That must have gone over well at job interviews.

Anyway, she decided to get a Chinese character, which she claims means "love" but which probably means "cement" or something equally nonsensical. But since it's tattooed over her pussy, it's just stupid no matter what it means. I asked her what she was thinking, and she said she just liked the look of it. I figure it was either some bullshit like that (not that I think Chinese is bullshit, but tattoos like that are) or permanently tattooing pubic hair, or, "I Heart Wanda." Only kidding about Wanda. I did ask why she didn't get Dad's name put there, as a reminder, and she said she hadn't even thought of it, but maybe she'd get it tattooed on the small of her back with an arrow pointing down to give him a hint. We both laughed at that. Bad taste, but still, we're both on the same wavelength in wishing that Dad wasn't such a prude (that's a funny thing to call him, isn't it) about anal.

I don't know why she didn't get Mike's name tattooed there, to commemorate their almost-baby. I didn't bring it up, though, because I don't want to rub salt in old wounds. She doesn't talk about it much, and I think she's more sad about it than she lets on. She really wanted a baby. Chances are good she'll never have one of her own. Which is fortunate, sort of, because with her lack of impulse control and history of making stupid decisions, she'd probably get her baby tattooed with "Sex Toy" or something equally insane. Not that I'm against her enjoying sex with any children she might have, but she'd be dumb about it and get caught, and then I'd never see her again. Of course, she can fall in the dark and find coal, so maybe she'd get away with it. Part of me is jealous that she always does.

Anyway, she said obviously she wanted to fuck first, because with a new tattoo on a sensitive area fucking second sounded painful. The guy's not an old fat biker or anything; he's young and attractive enough. She said he closed up the shop for lunch and they went into the back room. Gave him one of her stellar blowjobs to warm him up, then he bent her over the chair, pulled up her skirt (she wasn't wearing any panties to make things easier and also to minimize the contact with painful skin) and fingered her ass for five minutes, then started licking her. She said she was enjoying it, but he said he wished she'd been a little dirtier. Sounds a bit freaky to me, but then I'm not into scat, as I mention regularly.

She didn't care, of course, and when he stuck his cock in her cunt, she said all the preparation and the feeling of dirtiness (me, I would have run screaming from a tattoo parlor run by someone who was into being dirty) made her cum quite quickly after he started fucking her cunt and fingering her asshole. Once he felt she was loose enough, he hiked her skirt up a bit more and then pressed into her anus, hard. She wasn't quite expecting it so rough, she said, but she's a trooper and she can take it a lot rougher than most women I know. She likes it rough. So although she had to stifle a cry, after a few hard thrusts she was digging it completely.

They fucked for a shorter time than she would have liked, then he grunted that he wanted to cum in her ass, and she let him, of course. She said he came a lot, like he hadn't had any for weeks. It leaked out of her throughout getting tattooed. Now that sounds sexy, for some reason.

Anyway, once she cleaned him up, he got her ready, took her skirt off completely, and began tattooing her. She said she was still tingling from his cock in her ass, and although it was painful, it was actually arousing. She had to stop him at a certain point because she was afraid that if she came, she'd spoil the tattoo. He was okay with getting her to cum again, so he pinched her clit roughly until she went over the edge, and then they could get back to work. By the time he was finished, she was totally naked and instead of feeling like she wanted to never touch her cunt again (which is how I would expect to feel) she wanted more. The guy was happy to oblige.

First he used the vibration of one of the pens (or whatever they're called) to drive her over the edge again, and while she was still cumming, he pulled her butt off the chair and jammed his cock into her ass again. It was understandably hard after all this. He lasted longer, and he was a little more gentle, I guess because he knew she had to be in some pain. But although I don't enjoy missionary anal as much, she said that with the vibrations on her clit, the dull pain of the tattoo, and his cock in her ass going in and out, she came for five minutes straight. Then he came in her ass again, pulled out, and got them both a beer.

Again, my sister is being a dumbass. But the story sounds sexy. She said she's thinking of getting another one done, less explicit, and she wants suggestions. Of course, she won't be paying for it; if anything, she should get some credit for having let him fuck her ass twice in a row, once after she'd been tattooed in such an awkward area. I'm still waiting on photos, by the way.

I guess it's good that she got her rocks off then, because afterward it really started to hurt, and for the past day or so she's been in some pain. It's not infected, she assures me, but it makes cumming difficult, which must be hard for her. Another reason why I wouldn't get one there.

Hitting the Fan

Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. It took me some time to come to grips with my situation. I'm afraid the rest of Sveta's visit will have to be put on hold, possibly indefinitely. It was fun, toys were used, lots of orgasms, yadda yadda yadda.

On Monday, I finally went to Kate's house for dinner. And I'm still getting used to what happened, so you'll have to forgive me if it's a bit funky. I'll try to start from the beginning, but bear with me.

Anyway, she said her husband would be there but the boys would not, which was fine because that seemed like it would make the evening go more smoothly. It didn't start out too smoothly. I went over in the late afternoon, and Kate was just all over me, even with her husband there. I mean, she wasn't too obvious about it, but I could tell she was flirting with me, and I'm sure her husband could tell too. His name isn't Roger, but I'll use that because his name isn't exciting enough to warrant some exciting pseudonym.

He's older than her by a few years at least, and he looks normal for his age rather than looking young, like she does. So really, they look like they're probably more than a decade apart in age, when I think he just looks older and she looks younger. I know they got married when she was pretty young, and she is definitely younger than him. Anyway, he was polite, but kind of stand-offish, which could probably be explained by the fact that his wife was flirting with me and seemingly didn't care that he knew it. Of course, later on... I'm getting ahead of myself. He's not as much of a free spirit type as she is, but I know that they both smoke up together, because they offered, but I said I wanted to wait on that.

He must have had the day off, or he got home early, because they were both sort of lounging around when I got there. We had drinks and chatted, very uncomfortably on my end because I just didn't know what was up. I had told Kate that I wanted to meet her husband, but now that I had, I wasn't sure where to go. Should I tell him everything, which would possibly help my guilt but probably do more harm than good? Was I supposed to decide that he was a jerk, and that giving his wife some lovin' wasn't wrong? I don't know why I wanted to meet him, truth be told. It didn't make me feel any better.

Eventually we sat down to dinner, which was pretty good, just your standard fare but well-cooked. Eating gave me an excuse to not talk and to think, and Roger and Kate filled in the conversation. I started to get a little more relaxed, because sitting at the table it was hard for Kate to be all over me, but then she started playing footsie with me under the table and I got all anxious again. Anxious in both respects, because she was wearing this adorable skirt-blouse combo which was showing off her hot body tremendously, and I sort of wished her husband wasn't there because then I could at least have indulged one aspect of my anxiousness. And the other aspect would have been much less if he hadn't been there. I kept shooting her warning looks, and she kept grinning as if she didn't care.

I was set to call it a day and get the hell out before anything went wrong, maybe go home and try to work off my nerves on my own, but they insisted I stay for desert and coffee and more drinks. While I wasn't drunk at all, they were certainly getting looser.

And then Roger said to Kate, "Honey, you're driving her up the wall with your flirting. It's really not fair. To me either." And I knew he knew what was up. And I expected something awful to happen, but instead, she laughed and came over to him and kissed him.

"I'd feel much better if we just told her," she said. "I mean, it's been going on for long enough, and I think Lexi's feeling a little guilty."

"What's been going on?" I asked, mortified. Because I really am quite shy and awkward in social situations, and I was feeling like I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Because I could see it now; I was going to be outed, and Roger was going to forbid me to ever see his wife again, or something equally bad.

But instead, he just nodded, and Kate said, "Now please, don't get mad. But.. well..." And then, because I can't remember exactly what she said, I'll just fill in the blanks.

It seems that my suspicions were true, and there was something going on. Several somethings, in fact. For one thing, Kate had been acting bizarre when we made love because she knew that there was a camera filming us. Roger likes to watch, and they didn't think I would let him just watch from the room, plus I wasn't available at a time when he could, and they just wanted to be able to keep them and watch them over and over again. So they set up to film our rendezvous.

So Roger has known this whole time. They weren't going to tell me, but Kate felt bad, and I seemed like I wasn't going to come back, so now they were hoping that I would accept that they had a marriage that would allow this kind of fooling around and just keep making both of them happy.

I don't know how I feel about that. I certainly feel a little betrayed. It's not that I mind being filmed, or having people watch. It's that they were using me like this. I mean, if they'd just come out and asked me, chances are almost 100% that I would have gone along with it. I mean, Kate is a knock-out, and I loved fucking her. But they were using me. I don't feel totally okay with it.

On the other hand, I think they were expecting me to call the police or something, whereas I just said, "Oh," and took a healthy pull on my drink. They told me that they'd done things like this before, but always with men, and the men were one-time deals who came over, fucked Kate with the camera rolling, and then were gone. So Kate had never had any other women besides me. I was a little flattered by that. They said that they thought I would be more understanding.

I told them that I did, a little, but I also felt a little betrayed. And they said that it was perfectly natural, and they felt terrible about keeping it from me, and would I like to join them in the bedroom? It was just like that, with no real switch from, "sorry," to, "Hey, wanna fuck?"

And a part of me really wanted to. But a bigger part of me wasn't ready for that kind of thing right then. I don't know, maybe it's just my life right now, or maybe I'm feeling different about sex, or maybe it was just the abruptness, but I said that I didn't know if I could.

They tried to talk me into it. Roger said I had a beautiful body and he really was looking forward to seeing it in person. And they both came over and were sort of touching me, and it just got a little too much for me, and I stood up and said that no, I had to go. And they let me leave. I think they were both kicking themselves, or being disappointed that I hadn't turned out like they expected.

Again, it wasn't so much that I didn't want them, both of them. It was just too weird right then. So I left. Later that evening I was kicking myself, because I was all alone and horny as hell, and most of the betrayal had worn off and now I was wishing I was in bed with someone, anyone. It was the betrayal too, a different aspect of it. Dad never treats me like that. He's honest. So is Mike, and so are Mari and Sheri. James... the hell with him. Sveta I haven't known long enough, but if anything I'm using her as much as she's using me. I mean, I know I'm something of a surrogate for James to her, but I think she's starting to enjoy our times together for themselves, not for their substitution for other things.

So yes, I was needy and alone, and couldn't do anything about that. I almost called up James, even though he's a dick, because he's never done anything to hurt me, and I just wanted to be with someone. I was crying and depressed and horny. It was unpleasant. I finally called up Sheri, because I couldn't get hold of Mari, who is usually my go-to on the shoulder-to-cry-on-sister thing. But Sheri and I talked. At first, she was totally serious with me, and I appreciated that. But I think she thought I was making a big thing out of a little thing. I'm sure she would have gone to bed with both of them right away. Hell, she probably would have asked to go to bed with both of them before she even found out. So it was hard talking to her after a while, and I said goodbye. So I put in a movie and fell asleep in front of the TV, and tried to just curl up into a little ball.

Then in the morning, I was all cried out, sort of, and feeling a little better about the situation, and realizing that it was my life, not the situation in particular, which was making me act the way I was. So I called up Kate and told her that I was sorry for storming out like that. And she said that I had nothing to apologize for, and that she was glad I was still willing to talk to her. And I said that I was still feeling betrayed that she had lied to me, but on the other hand, I wished she'd just come out and told me what she wanted because I didn't have a problem with it. I said I would be happy to share her bed while her husband watched, or even, if he was willing, have him join in. But I needed some time to get over the lying, and she had to promise not to keep anything else from me.

So that's where we are, currently. I'm getting over it. She said that Roger was sorry for everything too, and that he wanted nothing more than to be honest with me, and that we had to get back together again soon, because I was the best she'd ever had. Really, the way that Kate and Roger are forward is... strange. If it wasn't for my current feelings, I would find their up-front-ness refreshing, even. But they aren't always up-front, obviously, which makes it strange when they are. They'll be apologizing one minute and propositioning me the next, without any sort of conversational interlude at all. It's almost like they don't understand they're doing it.

It reminds me a little bit of my family, except only within my family. When we're alone, just the family, and Mike wants to put his cock inside me, he sometimes doesn't even ask. Maybe they're like that too, they just haven't mastered not being that way with people who don't get it.

But I think I'll be able to forgive them, especially since they seem determined to be honest with me now, and they don't seem to notice that they're being strange sometimes. So maybe they didn't mean it. Who knows. It's hard to be sexually adventurous in this day and age, I know, so maybe they're having as hard a time with it as I am. Anyway, I'm still torn up about it, a little, but I think it was just the last straw. My life has been topsy-turvy recently, and I think it was just that coming out.

Fun Fun Fun

And Daddy has no intention of taking the T-Bird away. If that's not a dated reference, I don't know what is.

So yes, I'm up, and she's not, poor dear. Or rather, I'm a poor dear because I'm up at ridiculous hours alone. Right now my internal clock is set to a time which would allow me to view the Olympics live from China if they were being broadcast that way and I was at all interested in anything having to do with the Olympics. When Dad's home, that means that he and I can get some time before work. But Sveta is tuckered. Yes, that's right.

She's still asleep in my bed, naked as a jaybird, and I spent a certain amount of time this morning fighting the urge to wake her up. I should probably be asleep too, since I was up pretty much as late as she was, but I'll let her sleep. Hopefully she'll wake up soon and we can have a little breakfast, and then get something to eat (rimshot) before I have to go to work. But it was fun to watch her sleep.

She's warm, too. I was sweating a little, and not from exertion. But she's always cold, so I had to keep covers on her even though it was too hot for me. Still, sleeping holding her was a nice change of pace. It probably contributed to my ability to stay asleep, because as I've said, I find it hard to sleep with other people in the bed most times. But it was still nice. Reminded me of times when my sisters or my brother and I would sleep in the same bed when we were younger.

I'm not going to give a blow-by-blow. She came over, we both got naked and made out on the couch, which turned to me eating her out on the rug. She tastes so wonderful, sweet and salty and tangy and who knows what other flavors are in there. Some day we'll incorporate some flavorings into our lovemaking technique. I slurped down as much of her squirting as I could, although the rug was a mess (not that we care, in this family) afterwards. Then we got some drinks of the non-alcoholic variety, and then I gave her a lesson in the finer points of pleasing me. She's getting better. I think it probably has something to do with being more exploratory about her own body.

After I had a very satisfying O too, we snuggled on the couch and watched a movie and talked over it. She says she's getting over James. I think she's lying, but any step is a start. I told her she should try to find some other guy, and she blushed and said she wasn't really sure she could handle that. Then she turned to me and said that with me, she didn't need another guy. Flattery will get you everywhere. We started kissing again. The movie played on without us paying much attention. It wasn't hot and heavy, just some kissing and petting, slow and steady.

After the movie finished and we were both getting a little wound up, I asked her if she wanted to watch something more exciting. She knew what I was talking about right away, so I pulled down one of the pornos I'd gotten out and popped it in. It was from my personal collection, showing me and my roomie fucking. Sveta wanted to know who the other girl was, said she was really pretty too, and how could I be satisfied with her if I could have pretty girls like that. She was being coy, not serious, and I told her that she was just as beautiful, and much tastier. Plus I enjoy corrupting innocence. She laughed at that.

Yes, I do have home videos. No, I won't be showing them off. Don't ask. Really. If I ever get a good computer which can actually do it, maybe I'll consider it. But probably not, because I'm already worried about blogger shutting me down.

She wanted to try eating me out again after watching for a while, and I, selfish girl that I am, let her. Watching myself and being eaten out at the same time gave me a strong O, and I don't know whether Sveta had ever felt one that strong before because she seemed a bit worried and slowed down and sort of caused the climax to tail off a little. But I forgave her, and just told her that no matter what, she shouldn't stop unless I told her to. Sound advice. Hell, if you really know a girl, you can keep going even if she begs you to stop, because you know what she really wants. But that's advanced technique.

Then we had dinner. Sveta wanted to know if I had any other video of myself, and I said I did. Of course, a lot of them are with either Dad or Mike or my sisters, but I didn't mention that. Sveta said she would like to see some more of them. I told her maybe later. Then I asked if she wanted to try some toys. She was eager as a little beaver, which she is, isn't she (rimshot)?

Ooh, I hear her waking up. I'm going to cut this off right now because I want to go in and be with her. Maybe we can take a shower together. And then I've got to go. But I'll try to finish this up later.