Graduation

I'm not going to spend a lot of time on the actual ceremony, because that's not what's important.  Actually, it is what's important, but not for the purposes of this discussion.  We're all terribly proud of Mike and looking forward to sponging off his inevitable rise of wealth (okay, that last one is mostly me) and we all enjoyed the ceremonies as much as we could for a long, boring period of time where we were basically waiting to cheer once.

The celebration is what's important.  Sheri came to graduation, so you can imagine that we made up quite the cheering section, and then we all helped pack up Mike's stuff and drove home in caravan.  It would have been easier if it had been closer, but still, I got to drive with Mike and Sheri in a car filled with junk.  And if you think we weren't doing things in the back seat, think again.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  First thing's first.

It actually started out when I graduated from high school.  Mike talked me into wearing quite the revealing dress under my robe with no underwear on, and then before the ceremony, basically as I was supposed to be getting lined up for the procession, I was actually behind a tree with Mike, my robe and dress hiked up, getting fucked and creamed so that I could feel the cum dripping down my leg as I walked in with everyone else.  I didn't even cum either; it was torture until we got home.

Then, when he graduated, I made him go commando under his robe too, and right before he was supposed to line up, I got under his robe and sucked him off really messily until he was so close to cumming, then popped up, gave him a kiss, and sent him packing with a tent in his robe.  I know for a fact that one or two of his female classmates noticed his bulge because he excused himself after graduation and came back a few minutes later with a shit-eating smile on his face because he'd invited one of them into the bathroom.

So then it was on.  At my college graduation, he gave Gwen and me both creampies to walk down the aisle with. so at his college graduation, I actually made him cum in his pants.  He didn't get another chance because I'm not planning on getting any further degree, at least right now, so now that he's more educated than I am, I had to get my jollies, but I also had to admit that it wouldn't be fair for me to jump out ahead of him.

Instead, I offered to let him make a mess of me if he'd do it in his robe.  I wore the same dress I wore to my high school graduation (and no, I'm not stroking my ego about how it still fits) with no panties, hopped up on his bed and hiked up my skirts and waggled my ass at him.  "You've got an hour before we have to leave; I bet you can make me a real mess for the ceremony," I said.

I was right.  Actually, we were almost late because he was trying really hard to get a third shot in, but then Sheri came in and told me to get my ass in the car and she'd finish him up.  I walked out a bit bowlegged, with cum running down my inner thighs and making a really obvious wet spot on the back of the dress.  It's okay; there are already a few stains.

Sitting through the ceremony with cum still rolling around inside both my holes was interesting.  And Sheri gave me a kiss on the way out, so I could taste cum on my lips too.  Talk about horny.  I actually discreetly tried to play with myself a little until Dad gave me a look.

He's one to talk.  I know the reason I had Mike all to myself was because he was fucking Sheri seventeen ways to Sunday.  He can't keep up with her, never has been able to really.  Definitely couldn't afterward.  She monopolized him pretty much the whole time, but that's okay; I get him all the time.

In the car, Mike took the first shift at the wheel and Sheri and I crawled into the back seat, grabbed a pillow from Mike's stuff, and Sheri sucked every drop of cum that was left out of me and licked up all the dried stuff on the outside.  I was totally naked, the dress had been thrown in the back somewhere and I couldn't find it.  So there we are, driving down the road, Sheri topless, me naked, Mike trying hard to drive while looking in the mirror (it reminded me a little bit of that funny scene from Hot Shots Part Deux, which shows what a loser I am).  I returned the favor to Sheri, so we were both naked, and Mike was getting antsy.

He pulled off an exit to nowhere, we found a secluded spot to switch around, and then I drove, with a sheet wrapped around my shoulders, while Mike in the back took Sheri up the ass, hard as she likes it, and she tried to make me drive off the road by reaching up and tickling me until I warned her that if she didn't stop, I really would kill us all.  I am so glad we didn't get pulled over; it would have been really, really hard to explain.  I was totally naked except for a sheet, and they were too but with no sheets, and yeah, it was fun.

The drive's not that long, so we got home, ran into the house giggling, totally naked, probably seen by the neighbors, but what the hell.  We were all ready for another go, since it had been a while since the last go, but we had to get the stuff in, so we got some clothes on, piled boxes on the floor, and when Mom and Dad showed up (they drive like the ancients they are) we were sweaty and tired and heading for the shower.

"Mike, don't you dare," said Mom.  "I've barely given you a kiss all day.  Let your father go upstairs with the girls; I don't mind a little sweat."  Mike grinned, gave us both kisses, and then started taking Mom's blouse off and kissing her.  I almost stayed to watch, but I really did want a shower since I hadn't had one that day, plus the drying spunk and saliva and juices and sweat, and yeah, it seemed like a good idea too because there would be people joining me.

Upstairs we went, Sheri and I shucking clothes as we went, then turned on the shower and turned on each other until Dad came in, naked, his big cock bobbing as he walked, and I was relegated to younger daughter status for a while.  I call it that when the other two girls pull rank and demand first taste or touch or penetration or whatever.  It works with Dad, but with Mike I generally don't let it happen quite that way.  Except Mari.  If she wants cock, she gets it.  Since that practically never happens, it's not a worry.

Speaking of Mari, she called, but she couldn't afford to come.  She really is quite a long way away, and while I don't know if affording was all of it, it was hopefully most of it, because I think we all felt her absence, Mike in particular.  Still, you do what you've got to do.  I was lucky I didn't have commitments, and I probably couldn't have afforded to go if I were living on my own.  Sheri, lucky bitch, has a decent job that she can take vacations from and she doesn't give a shit about, so it was no big thing for her.

Anyway, Sheri pulled rank and got to get some of that good hot meat first, so I contented myself with fingering her ass.  It's amazing; I could probably fist her ass if I wanted to.  She's not stretched or anything, it just accepts penetration easily.  It's still quite tight once you're in there.  She rode Dad after he pleaded that he was an old man, and I kept two fingers in her ass and moved around so I could straddle Dad's face and kiss her, and she and I came in cycles until Dad said he had to move a bit faster if we wanted anything out of him.

Sheri let me finish him, on my hands and knees, firm hands on my hips and waist, water streaming down.  But he pulled out after another Lexi O and shot into her waiting mouth.  Older daughter.  What can you do?

He left us after we sat for a minute under the water and relaxed, told us, "Don't say in too long; your brother will want a turn."  We were prepared for that, but it never happened.  Mike was busy with Mom.  So we eventually rinsed off, toweled off, and adjourned to my room, where I tried out a few things that Sveta and I have been enjoying and I politely declined the offer to get fisted.  She thinks I'm missing out.  I know it's not my thing.  She'll keep trying, and occasionally she might talk me into something.

Then there was a cake, with all the naked clan around, and we watched a movie, and the Mom and Dad went off to bed and Sheri pulled out an anal vibe and said, "Let's see if we can get another out of him."  We actually got two; he was so excited by the prospect of some butt play that he hardened right up and Sheri, foolish girl that she is, told him to try out the vibe on her first.  He pressed it into her ass, then fucked her while she moaned, at least until I jammed my crotch down on her face.  After a few minutes he pulled out the vibe, pressed into her ass with his cock, and a short time later painted her colon.

I got the last time, with the anal vibe in him, and I said "foolish girl" about Sheri for a reason.  He was tired, it's true, but it was slow and sensual and I could feel the vibration somehow in his cock, and he lasted a long time and then blasted me with a giant load.  It wasn't thick; it was thin as piss, but there was a lot of it, and it felt divine.

Sheri is unfortunately back at Casa de Sheri now, and she took Mike with her for a few days.  They drove back up to get the rest of his stuff, and she called me from the road to say that they were in a restroom in a bar fucking.  She's the wild one.  Then they picked up her car and drove back to her place.

But don't worry; he'll be back in a few days.  As will Sveta.  And that should be something to talk about.  I may not talk about it immediately because I'll be so involved, but something to talk about eventually, definitely.

Not Flash Fiction Friday

If you've come here looking for Flash Fiction Friday, that was last post.  But I wrote another which wasn't any good but I still wanted to share because I amused myself.  Consider it a bonus.  Or a horrible joke.  Or another excuse to look at lesbian Aztec sex, or as I like to call it, laztex.  Quick, call the patent office.  Feeling a bit silly right now, if you can't tell.

Slide 3: Mezo-American fertility ritual.

Typically performed by a man and a woman, the ancients may have realized, as we now do, that two women would make a more interesting composition. We may never know for certain.

Temple markings in the late Olmec period suggest that the ritual could be performed more or less frequently as circumstances dictated. A particularly bad harvest might cause a spate of these rituals. However, somewhat illogically, a good harvest might also arouse the populace to perform. As you can see, the blue feathers represent...

Yes, the feathers. Didn't you notice them? Look on the second subject’s head. Higher.

No, I don't think the nipples are relevant to a discussion of this nature.

Put your quetzal back in your pants, deviant.

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Remember all that stuff I said below the actual Flash Fiction Friday post about how you should join in?  If you don't, go back and read it.  If you do, consider this a gentle nudge.

Flash Fiction Friday - Supplicant

The Goddess tastes of corn beer, sweet and yet slightly bitter. She will always taste thus, because that is what Her worshipers expect. She wears nothing but jade and firebird feathers, as if She could not be recognized in anything else.

Her lips, the full pouting lips of a conqueror, are stained red. Do not ask Her why. It is a mistake to believe that, just because She favors gentler sacrifices, She is not all the same addicted to the old ways.

Enter Her chamber warily. Remove all worldly things and bathe yourself in the still waters. Rub oils in all the sacred places. She does not want just anyone.

And when you are joined, the Goddess above you, smiling, will tell you that you have pleased Her.

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What, you want more?  Come on, I'm only one woman.  You should be only one man/woman/person/place/thing/sentient gas cloud too and head over to Flash Fiction Friday for the purposes of your reading enjoyment and possible participation.  I promise, it'll change your life.

Specifically, it'll change your life so that you feel compelled to write short, image-inspired fiction every Friday.  That's enough for me.

Badass Motherfiller

Officially out of preplanned filler here.  I had a whole queue, and I was happy.  Now, what with TMI going by the wayside apparently and Flash Fiction Friday replacing porn, well, shucks, I guess I'm going to have to sink or swim.

Sveta is coming home next weekend.  The amount of time that poor girl has spent studying is unreal.  Stupid exams.  Never liked them myself.  The annoying thing is that she will have to stay with her evil step-family (I'm reduced to faerie tale language to define the situation) as opposed to her real family, because she'd like very much for them to keep paying for some tuition.  But hopefully she'll be spending a lot of free time over at her real home.  Can you tell I've moved beyond being guilty about stealing her from her family?  Because I have.  Bastards.  They don't deserve her.

I am rather busy for the early part of the summer and Sveta swears up and down that she will get a job if it kills her, so we may not be spending as much together time as either of us would like, which pisses me off.  But we're going to try to go to Kate's beginning of summer party in June, which should be interesting.  Whether that's "interesting-Lexi's-writing-about-conjoined-twins-fucking" or "interesting-Chinese-curse" or even "interesting-something-to-tell-the-kids-when-we're-old" I don't know.

What's more, Mike may join us again.  May.  He's gradumatating next week.  So proud.  We might actually get to see him for more than a week.  But he's got to run off and get a job too, so not for long.  Maybe a month?  We can but hope.  We can also but hope that his gradumatation (yes, I shall persist in spelling it that way) might draw his older sisters out of the woodwork.  Might.  It's a big day, and we all went to Mari's gradumatation, and mine, and Sheri's (from high school, but still).  Sveta's crushed she won't be able to go.  She can gradumatate him herself once they're both in the same room, I'm sure.

So yeah, lots going on, little time to talk about it, so some things may get lost in the shuffle.  Plus work.  Plus other crap.  Hooray.

Oh, and by the way, I am super duper thrilled for Sephi.  I don't know her as well as some, but I'm still super duper thrilled.  As a firm believer in happy families, every little bit helps.  Also, shout out to one of my readers, Mary, for whom I'm also super duper thrilled.  And for those of you for whom I'm not super duper thrilled, get working on that, okay?  I'm tired of being empathetically sad.

And fuck it, if you haven't heard Flyleaf's Chasm, get out and support a rocker grrl, a species which is looking rather endangered recently.  Christ, I remember the heady days of the early 90s when tough rockin' chicks were the rule rather than the exception (okay, maybe less of the exception, because they've always been somewhat thin on the ground).  I mean, it's no Babes in Toyland, more like Evanescence, but still.

Now that's filler for ya!

Flash Fiction Friday - Inseparable

You might classify this as Flash Joke Friday.  Ah well, in fifty-odd words, how much narrative can you reasonably expect?  I think it's a tender, albeit minimalistic, tale

When we were young, it was always, “Freakshow!” with our classmates. It made it hard to play sports, hard to run, and hard to dress right. Nothing says “freakshow” like a little boy in a skirt just because his sister wanted to wear one.

But now, there are definite advantages to being joined at the hip.

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Want to join in?  You should, because I do and everything I do is great.  No, wait, for "great" read "insane" and after "should" append "run screaming."

No, seriously, Flash Fiction Friday.

Poetry Corner

Yes, I write poetry.  Some people already know that.  No, I'm not planning on turning this blog into a poetry blog, because crappy emo poetry is hardly in short supply on the Internet.  But I was feeling creative.  Maybe I'll write some more later.  I'll try to make it saucy.  Oh, and by the way, if this post appears and then suddenly disappears again, it's because I'm trying to get it to present properly.  Once I get it figured out, it'll be back.  But Blogger's post editor doesn't like linebreak tags mixing with paragraph tags, and I like paragraph tags a whole bunch.

Prude

you know it too

you feel the need

the closeness you miss when

your touch is nothing but a touch

somewhere deep in there

your heart yearns too

somewhere deep down

where only you can see

lashing out blindly

breaking beautiful

cutting everyone down

making us alone too

don't you want it too

isn't it past time

let the world embrace you

love is not a crime

TMI Celebs

This stupid thing keeps getting shorter and shorter because the browser keeps eating it.  Also, I don't have all that much to say about celebrities.  Still, why not?  From TMI as usual.

Who is one celebrity you would like to:

Cuddle?

Emily Browning.  She's cute.

Elope with?

I prefer, "Run off and rob filling stations with," but hey.  I don't know that I'm all that interested in eloping with any celebrity.  Someone with money, I suppose.  Yes, I'm looking for a sugar daddy.  I'll own up to that.

Love?

I don't know that I'd want to love any celebrity either.  I don't fall in love based on looks, and that's really all I have with a celebrity.  I'm not saying they're bad people, I just don't know them well enough to love them.

Excite beyond words?

I think a speechless Viggo Mortensen is something I could deal with.  He has beautiful eyes.

Bang?

The cast of Firefly.  That's the first thing that comes to mind, but my God, the list is endless.

See in bed with their current fling?

Strictly from curiosity, I'd like to see Branjelina in bed, just to see if they're crazy.  Also because if I could bring a video camera, I would become incredibly wealthy.

Bonus (optional):Tell us about one encounter (if any) that you've had with a celebrity.

I've never had sex with even a minor celebrity, if that's what this means.  I actually don't try to meet celebrities because I'm not a big fan of meeting people for the sake of meeting them.  I've actually met and had personal relationships of the non-sexual kind with various very minor celebrities, and I treasure them because it was real, not just me begging for an autograph.  And I've worked with some people who I suppose in the right circles might be considered celebrities.  However, I doubt highly that most people would know about whom I was talking.  Suffice to say that I've had some very nice friendships with semi-famous people, but nothing to report.

For Those of You Who Came in Late

Allow me to reiterate: the name of this movie is Spy Hard.

Kidding.  Silly movie.  Sillier theme song.  Seriously though, I know some readers have arrived and have no idea who some of these people I talk about are, so I thought I'd catch you up on things, although I confess that reading the archives, while it's a daunting task, is the best way to catch me when I forget and tell the same story twice or believe that things have happened that didn't.  It's fun.  I'd make a game of it myself if I weren't so annoyed with my memory.  Anyway, we'll call this a trivia post.

1. My name's Lexi.  Anyone who needed to know that is probably wondering where they are right now.  Hi!  Welcome!  Sit a spell, take a load off.  Or put a load on something.  I'm flexible.  No, I'm really not that flexible, but in this case, I am.  Loads welcome.
2. Yes, I am involved in a sexual relationship with my father, but not with my mother, although she features in the blog as well.  Also my younger brother Mike, whenever he can spare the time.  And my sisters, Mari (the eldest) and Sheri (older than me) whenever we get together.  If that makes you squirm, best leave now.  Sorry.  I don't hold it against you.
3. Sveta is my girlfriend.  No, I am not monogamous, and neither of us has a problem with that.  She knows all about pretty much everything in my life.  I love her about as much as I can love someone, which is quite a lot.  She's like a sister to me, and she knows it.  She's got her own label.  There really are a lot of good stories from the beginning, so go back and read the early stuff labeled Sveta for the details.  I can't pick out highlights.
4. Kate is my actress fuckbuddy.  Our first time was several years ago and since then I've had various fun with her.  She has a label all to herself there on the right.
5. Roger is her husband.  He's not a great lay, but it's exciting to be in a threesome with a married couple.  Anything about Roger is under the Kate label because I'm not likely to see him by himself.
6. Kate and Roger have two sons, Liam and Kevin.  Liam's the older boy, and he seems interested in me, in a totally normal pubescent-boy-type way.  He's probably got a huge crush on me.  But the family is weird, so who knows.  I know he's jerked off thinking about me.  I take it as a compliment.
7. Sveta used to go out with a guy named James, who has his own label even though he doesn't deserve it.  He handled things badly, and we haven't seen him since, but the stories are still exciting, and the pain has worn off for her.
8. My college roomie, Gwen, is a pistol, and pops up here and there.  I wish she were closer, because she's a lot of fun.  She knows pretty much everything too, but then I know a lot of stuff about her, so it's kind of a mutually-assured destruction situation there, or it would be if we weren't such good friends.  As it is, she enjoys me, and I her, and she and my family get along fine.
9. Perry used to be my teacher.  I never did anything with him when he was, although my sister did.  Then I met up with him again, at random, and we had a fling.  I don't see it happening again, because it seems like he wanted things to be much more serious than I was willing to be.  Still, good stories.
10. Uncle Sam is my uncle, and he doesn't look like a recruitment poster.  Yes, I've had sex with him too.  He has a wife, Derdre, and a gay lover, Palmer, who is related to Derdre in some way or other.  We don't see them as much as I'd like.
11. Aunt Jenny is, you guessed it, my aunt.  She's not doing so great at the moment, but her health has always been poor.  She's lots of fun too.  Check out the Thanksgiving story from a few years back for more of her.
12. I work in technical theatre, which is why I talk a lot about working at night at theaters.  It's not a great job, but I enjoy parts of it.  I also act, but just for fun.  And yes, that's the right way to spell it, and don't argue with me.
13. If you're looking for more trivia, well, the Trivia label should have plenty of that.  If you're looking to have questions answered, please, by all means, write me or comment or anything, really.  I don't bite, and I can only know what people don't know if they tell me.
14. I have no idea what my favorite post is.  Don't ask.

That covers it for now, I guess.  Sorry if this is all old news to some of you.

Raven-Haired Beauties

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Flash Fiction Friday - Them

Welcome to my first foray into the world of Flash Fiction Friday.  We'll see how this goes. 

“Ain’t no vampire ants gonna get me,” she said, her voice betraying nothing. “Shit no, I’m fuckin’ ready for ‘em.”

“Vampire ants, darling?” he asked her, already sorry he’d inquired in the first place.

Then they fucked, peremptorily, almost as a matter of course. There was nothing wrong with foreplay, but how could he tell a country girl that her fantasies had nothing of the realistic quality that he so craved.

If she had etched the cross into the lens, that would have worked, he thought grimly as he entered her. No one takes pride in their craft any more.  

Busy or Tired

Basically, you can take your pick of excuses.  Here are the two I'm trying out on myself.

1. "I've been really busy and just haven't had the time for anything."
2. "I've just been so tired after I finish what I have to do that I don't have the energy.

In truth, a bit of column A, a bit of column B.  I have been pretty busy, but not so busy that I have no time, but the times when I'm not busy, I'm really not up for anything.  Hence, the filler and the lack of anything resembling anything interesting.

But I'm going to be interesting today, because I've got a story to tell.  As you know, Kate is in the play I'm currently working on, which means that I get to see her a lot, just not the way I want to.  I think we all know the way I want to see her.  The last play I did that she was in, I got to see her that way, and was it enjoyable.

Even though we don't have any time during the show, none at all really, I have plenty of time to sit there and think thoughts, which is kind of annoying because I know I can't do anything.  So I sit and I think and I think and I sit and I hope that maybe we can work it out so that we can meet up afterward, but that never seems to happen.  At least, until Thursday.

Thursday, her car breaks down.  We were getting out late anyway, and we're the only people there, and she heads to her car after giving me a surreptitious peck on the cheek and a grope of the ass, which needless to say was keying me up for the trip home, let me tell you.  Tease.  I head to my car too, wondering if I should just find a dark spot and quickly relieve the tension in my nethers, and I'm just about to drive off when she comes running over waving her arms yelling, "Stop, stop, please!"

I won't deny that, for a moment, my brain hit full romantic-movie mode and I felt like the soldier going off to war on the train with his girl running after him.  But that was a moment of weakness.  During which I wet my panties a little bit, but still, a moment.  I don't really want Kate to be running after me anyway.  She's nice, but Sveta's much more the casting choice I'd make for my girl back home.  Plus, I'm not going off to war even if they drag me.  Kicking and screaming isn't even beginning to cover what I'll do.

Sidetrack aside, Kate's car had broken down.  I know fuck all about cars, but we both went over and peered at the engine, then she tried to start it and couldn't, then she pulled out her phone to call Roger.  I stopped her and said, "I'll give you a ride home."  No, I did not emphasize any of the words more than others.  Not at all.  I might have thought one of them really hard, but I didn't say it.

"You're such a doll," she said to me, and then she kissed me, and if we weren't going to get naked in the parking lot right then and there, a suitable alternative had to be found and quickly, because I was keyed up about as high as I go without exploding.  My sex drive is decidedly not dead, it was just resting, or perhaps I wasn't feeding it properly.

I considered the car for a moment and rejected it.  Why fuck in the car when there's a perfectly good empty theater building to which you have the keys?  Why indeed.  "Come on, I'll take you home in a bit," I said.  I didn't have to suggest anything; she was right there with me.

We made it through the door, and honestly if the entire cast and crew had been there we wouldn't have tried to hide anything.  We were kissing fiercely at this point and her hands were up my shirt on my breasts and mine were around behind her cupping her ass and things just proceeded from there.  Right inside the door is not a good place, but somehow we managed to stay clothed until we were on a couch, then she practically ripped my pants off, panties along with, and dove into my snatch like a starving woman at a banquet.

"I've been wanting this for days," she said when she came up for air for a moment.  "Roger's usually asleep when I get home."

I commiserated while hinting that I was so close it wasn't funny, and eventually she got back down there and finished me off.  I won't lie, it wasn't the greatest orgasm by a long stretch, but I still screamed.  All the tension of the evening just flowed out of me.  I couldn't very well say that I was usually stuck giving myself a hand because Dad was asleep, but we were two women in need for roughly the same reason.

She rolled off the couch onto the floor and pulled off her shorts and panties in the same rush she'd pulled off my bottoms, then spread her legs, her tight pink pussy calling to me like tight pink pussies do.  I am unabashedly in love with the female form, and in the flesh it's so much better than on the screen.  Porn may be losing its excitement recently, but pussies aren't, and I started lapping at hers like a dog, then worked three fingers into her, one by one, which had her grunting like she was trying to pass a watermelon.  She's good at rough, frenzied fucking.  Tender, not so much.

Her cunt tasted of sweat and baby powder, which for some reason was really arousing, and by the time I brought her off, I needed another, so I got up before she could and squatted over her face.  It's not something I do all that often, but in this case I could look down at her face pressed up between my legs, her eyes darting up to look into mine every so often.  It felt... a little powerful I guess, but that wasn't it.  It just felt intense.  When she reached up and pressed a finger into my ass for the first time, that just added to the sensation.  Thank God I finished quickly, because squatting like that wasn't the most comfortable thing.

I moved over to sit beside her, her face glistening, a smile on her lips.  "We really should get going," she said after a moment.  She was right.  We gathered up panties and pants and shorts, reassembled ourselves as best we could, then she got her stuff from her car and I gave her a ride to her house.  She invited me in, although everyone else was asleep, and I went along with her wishes because I was kind of tired and being tired makes me suggestible.  I turned down her offer of a drink, but didn't turn down her offer to fuck on her couch.  That's actually just the way the offer was phrased too: "You wanna fuck on the couch some more?"

She tiptoed into her bedroom (at my insistence, despite her saying that Roger would be happy to wake up for me) and got her toys, and we spent another, slightly less hectic period of time bringing each other to orgasm a few more times.  After the first two, she definitely got better than she gave, but that was okay.  "I'm really glad this happened," she said.  "I could have just sat down on the ground and cried after the day I had."

"Me too."  Actually, it was somewhat muffled, but that's what I meant to say.

And then I refused an offer of a couch to sleep on, with the vague promises of morning sex to follow, and drove home, bra and panties in pocket.  We had hoped to be able to get together again over the weekend, but that didn't work out for various reasons.  Still, it was fun fucking in the theater again.  I missed it a little.  I wish it had been with someone else in a certain way, but in another way, I'm perfectly happy with it the way it was.

TMI

As always (well, not as always, but as usual), from TMI. Despite my ridicule of some of the sillier questions and the fact that sometimes it seems like they don't bother to spellcheck (or read what they've written), I'm happy it's around to waste a little of my time.

1. Have you ever broken something in someone's home unknown to them and never told them? If yes, explain.

Yes, I broke a glass in the sink once at a friend's house, never told them, cleaned it up, bought them some new glasses (I was there for an extended visit). It wasn't a huge deal or anything; I just didn't tell them because it didn't matter that much. I've broken things before, but usually not when people didn't know it was me.

2. What's one sexual guilty pleasure that you wouldn't openly tell your friends about? Why?

Depends on the friend. Some friends, I can't tell many sexual things to. Some, there are only a few things I haven't mentioned. I keep sexual secrets from practically everyone. It's just how my life works. But then, I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing to not talk about inappropriate topics. Sex is great, and I wish people were more open about it, but as I've said, it's like using the bathroom; I don't think anyone denies doing it, but you don't bring it up in polite conversation. Just my two cents there.

3. Take a peek over any celebrity's shoulder in the bathroom...who are they and what are they reading?

If I'm peeking over a celebrity's shoulder in the bathroom, it's not going to be to see what they're reading. This is a truly bizarre question anyway. I honestly don't have a response.

4. Roses are red, violets are blue...[finish this line with your own rhyme]

Roses are red, violets are blue, here are some violets, wanna fuck? All the best rhymes end the same way.

5. Do you believe in ghosts or other supernatural activity? Why or why not?

Sort of. I don't believe in Ghost Hunters at all. The supernatural isn't that mundane. I also don't know that I believe that when you die, you wind up as a ghost, trapped here and miserable. I'd like to think that, if there is an afterlife, people who were dead could peek in on the living from time to time, but I figure that, as you get "older" in the afterlife, you become less and less interested in doing that. I don't know. It's one of those things I'm not sure about. But I really hope it's not unpleasant.

Bonus (optional): How many times have you thought about sex in the last 24 hours? What triggered it? Who did it involve? Provide as much details as you like.

How many times? Jesus, we could be here all day. I wake up, I think about sex, I do things while thinking about sex, I fall asleep thinking about sex. Blah blah blah. Every day the same. I'm thinking about sex right now. When I finish typing this, I'll do something else while thinking about sex.

Okay, not really. I don't have a one-track mind. But I also don't really keep track of thinking about sex. I certainly don't count. I can think about more than one thing at once, and if I'm bored, I sometimes think about sex while I'm doing something boring. Plus I get horny at the drop of a hat. Sex is a part of my life. It's like asking how often I think about anything. I do a lot of thinking. It's pretty much the only thing I'm any good at.

Russian Grab Bag

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Not Dead Yet

As proof that my sex drive hasn't completely dried up, I was sitting behind Kate this evening, and I could see the strap of her bra through her shirt, and for some reason it was just driving me crazy with the desire to reach forward, just a little, and slip my hand into her shirt and play with it.  Underwear sometimes gets me like that, but this was a bit out of character even for me.  I was just finding it sexy as hell.

Sadly, it was not the time or place for that, so I kept my hands and thoughts to myself.  And then we both had to go home.  Damn.  It just goes to show, sexy doesn't always wind up leading to sex.  No matter how hard I, or you, might wish.

Not Much

I don't really have a whole lot to talk about.  Work is work.  Kate isn't getting naked in this show, and she's so busy that it seems like I don't even see her.  Sveta is finishing up and will be coming home soon, I hope.  I am wondering whether I actually tore a muscle right out of my arm, or if it just feels that way.

I guess in opposition to the last time, this time stress is making my sex drive disappear.  Not that I don't cum every so often, but I'm not desperate for it in any way.  I'd like to curl up with my sweetie, but not sexually, just to feel her there.  I am a poor, lonely, and bedraggled sample of beaten-down humanity.  Not really.  I'm just feeling sorry for myself right now.

The good news is that I'll be busy for a while yet.  The bad news is that I'm not getting paid enough and I still don't have what one would call job security.  Ah well.  Some day, right?

This is worse bullshit filler than usual.  I hate posting, "Hey guys, nothing's happening, I've been really busy, ciao!"  You don't come here to read that shit.  But I've got nothing else to say.  I'm still taking suggestions as to whether I should stop doing Porn-of-the-Day and maybe start doing Flash Fiction Friday, if you've got an opinion on that.  Or anything else.  I like to hear opinions.  If they're, "ur cite suxorz n i hope u dye," well, keep that to yourself, I guess.  But anything else.

To keep rambling, the crazy thing is that in this show there are actually two MILFs.  Not just Kate, but this other woman, and unless she makes a move on me I'm not likely to F the M, much as I'd L.  I'm not generally into older women, but both of them are really good looking, and really, "older women" isn't fair.  Older than me.  Anyway, I get to watch them.  No cute guys this time around, just the sexy gals.  I won't lie and say I haven't been fantasizing a little bit about the two of them together.  They're similar in body type; it would almost be like sisters fucking.  Yeah, the theatrical tech life means I get a lot of time to hurry up and wait, and while I'm waiting, I indulge my fantasies.

Now I don't know what to file this under.  I'll be on the safe side and label generously.  Not a sexy post.  Boring.  Stupid.  Whiny?  Yeah, maybe that too.

TMI Good vs. Evil

No, it's actually about superheroes. Actually a decent one for me because I live something of a double life as it is.

1. If you could be a super hero or a super villain, which would you be and why?

I am totally not hardcore enough to be a supervillain. I might be able to pull off "antihero," but only a small dose of it. So superhero it is. I like helping people, and while my methods might rub some people the wrong way, heroes don't have to care about that kind of thing.

2. What's your super alias?

Naughty Girl, what else?

3. Name a friend as your sidekick, tell us who they are.

Oh, I'm not having a sidekick, I'm having a team. Mike can be Ass-Master, defender of sodomy rights; his symbol can involve butts in some way or other. Sheri will be The Loose Goose (the retro meaning of loose, not the physical meaning), capable of just about anything (I'm seeing a lot of leather and plumage in her costume, possibly with a retro feel to go in with the name). Mari has to be Lady Lesbos, the way Wonder Woman should have been were it not for the restrictive mores of the comic book genre. And Sveta may be the junior member, but she's no sidekick (plus how do you name a sidekick for "Naughty Girl"). The Squirt, small but deadly, with a cannon between her legs.

This is of course subject to any of them telling me there's no way they're going by those names and changing them. But it's my fantasy. I'm getting a real Incredibles-type vibe, only with more sex. Mom and Dad will undoubtedly need superhero identities too, but I'm too lazy to think of them right now.

4. What's your weakness(es)?

I need constant "recharging." Plus, I'm vulnerable to intolerance. And sometimes I go into a berserk-type rage where I must fuck everything in sight. That might not be a weakness.

5. What's your power(s)?

Orgasmic Shout (I'm usually pretty quiet, but when I get loud, it breaks things), Kama-Sutra-Crush (any position, I can come out on top), Blazing Gaze of Lecherousness (I can strip the clothes off of villains, sometimes the skin), Blinding Nude-Flash (my lily-white skin reflects the rays of sun or moon and concentrates them into a blinding flash), Cute Butt of Cuteness (it'll come in handy), Underwater Breathing (for those underwater sex scenes, plus what better way to convince someone to kiss you than to be down deep and need to share air).

6. Does your costume have a cape? Do you wear a mask?

Okay, do I need to spell this out? No capes! But I'm definitely having a mask. A small, cute one over my eyes, possibly in green. Since for some of my powers to work, I need to be nude or nearly, the mask adds color. I may incorporate a disappearing-reappearing costume or something. Plus, I'll need the mask to protect my identity.

Bonus (optional): Give us some back story on your character: Where did they originate? Do they have a secret lair? Does anyone know their secret identity?

I was born to destiny, raised to be super, and the tragic part of my upbringing is the misunderstanding of the world. I most definitely have a secret lair, where I go with the rest of the team to recharge and plan our next escapade of justice and truth (and sexiness). I pondered having a tragic past, but decided against it. The world is unpleasant enough.

Feeling a definite need to design my costume now. I'm not into cosplay per se, but if I had some of my team here, I would definitely indulge in a little.

Sveta Solo

I got this story over the phone, from an excited co-ed, while drinking a cocktail... okay, you caught me, I was drinking slugs of cheap bourbon straight from the bottle, although I wasn't drunk.  But I still got the story in a situation where I'm not promising total fidelity to the actual telling of it, because it would be hard to include the giggling, cheering, and general hemming and hawing that occurred.

I had suggested a while back, since Sveta does stress out a little about tests, that she blow off some steam, let herself take a little break every so often.  I hinted lewdly that there were really terrific ways of blowing off steam that involve penetration, but I didn't really expect her to take me seriously.  It seems she did, at least this time.

I won't bore you with the details of the tests et cetera, but she got to the end of the day, had been busting her hump all afternoon studying and working, and went out to decompress, hang out in the common area, watch TV, whatever.  There was a guy there watching a DVD, and she's not really all that picky about what to watch (plus I bet she figured she wouldn't want to watch it and thus wouldn't stay for the whole thing, the motivational person that she is), so she asked if she could join in, sat down, and watched.  I take it she knows this guy from somewhere, but not that well.

The thing she was watching was a bit racy, and poor Sveta's hard up for action as it is, so she was getting aroused, flushed, a bit antsy.  Her roommate wasn't there and she didn't expect her back, so she was all set to hop up, excuse herself, and blow off some steam in private.  The guy took it the wrong way, thought she was bothered by the raciness, and switched it off and started apologizing to her.

And here's when what I loved about college happened.  I didn't love all that much about college, but there were a few things, and this is one of them.  When she finally convinced him that, no, she wasn't leaving because she was offended, he immediately got the right idea and knew in an instant that it was winding her up, and he just said, "Oh, well, in that case, want to go to my room?"

Now, that could have been innocent.  He could have been offering to continue watching it in his room with her to keep from offending others.  I wasn't there.  But I don't think so.  Sveta of a year ago would have begged off, I imagine, probably been terribly embarrassed.  But as a testament to how much she's grown, she thought about it for a minute, then grabbed his hand and said, "Yeah, sure, but I've still got some studying to do afterward."

I remember how awkward things were with James and Sveta, and maybe I was hearing the abbreviated version with all the awkwardness left out, but I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt, and not just because she'll read this.  I think the beginning of the story is the best part, really, because we all know how the rest of it will go.  The beginning shows that she's living her life for herself, not worrying about what people might think as much.  It's a big deal for her, and she knows it which is why she was so excited to tell me about it.

They were pretty much on the same page at that point, to the point that they left the DVDs in the common area.  No pretenses in that.  They went to his room, closed the door, and started making out, pretty much with no introductions to hear her tell it.  They were both in lounging attire, so all he had to do was slip his hand in the waistband of her pants and slip them down, pull her t-shirt up, and there she was in just her panties, and what as sight it is, as well I know.  They both knew what they were there for; he started pulling off his shirt and said, "The condoms are in the top drawer."  She got one in time for him to pull off his pants and boxers, then she got on her knees like a good girl and warmed him up a little before slipping on the condom and asking him which position he preferred.

I'm making this sound businesslike, mostly because as I said, I got a version which wasn't ideal for print.  I'm sure there was more to it than that, but she made it seem like they got to business fairly quickly.  College guys seem to love doggy style, so she got on her hands and knees on the bed and he got behind her, fingered her a little bit, then slipped into her and started fucking away.

Fortunately for him, she was on a hair trigger but she warned him about the explosion, which must have gratified his ego.  He managed to get her off quite quickly for her, so she said, was impressed by the force of it but kept working at her rather than panicking as some guys would.  She compared him unfavorably with Dad and Mike, bless her, but she'll have a lot more like him than like them, I foresee.  Not bad, not great, but good to take the edge off.

He kept it up for a bit longer, really winding her crank more than anything else, then asked her if she wanted it in her mouth, to which she wisely replied in the affirmative.  A quick shift, off with his condom, and a few short strokes, and she got her mouthful, which she dutifully swallowed.

And then, this is the best part, once she'd gotten all of it out, he turned away, pulled his pants back on, and handed her her panties which had gotten tossed during the course of events.  She got her clothes back on, gave him a kiss goodbye, and headed back to her room.  And now for the bad news: she found it totally impossible to study after that.  She really wanted to go back to his room and beg for seconds.  Instead, she got herself off, then her roomie came back, and she was stuck feeling really horny with nothing to do about it.

So she's declared that sex as a steam-release is a terrible idea, and she won't be doing it again, at least not during finals.  I believe she called it a distraction, which I suppose it is.  If she got it more regularly, maybe she'd feel differently.  Or maybe she's right, and all my sexuality is ruining my productivity.  I think a bit of both.

She did feel a little awkward afterward, and has avoided seeing him, and he for his part hasn't come to her room to look for her or anything like that.  I love random college hookups.  She liked it too, but she wishes she'd picked a better time for it.

Then she called me and told me.  She couldn't do it right away because of her roomie, but once she was alone again, she had a lot of fun telling me all about it.  I'm so happy for her, although I wish I'd been there just because I love being where sex is happening.  And she'll be home not too long from now, so we'll get to talk about it in person.  I confess a small degree of relief that it went well but, for purely selfish reasons, that it didn't go too well.  I'm terrible.  Still, I want her to be happy.  So congratulation to Sveta for her first solo flight, and looking forward to hearing more of them, just not during crunch time.

Oh Such Stuff

A few short things, about which, I hope, more later.

First, I forgot to mention that Kate is in the play on which I'm currently working.  It sort of slipped my mind because I haven't seen her at all.  Tech doesn't involve seeing rehearsals this time around, fortunately for my sanity, so she's been acting and I've been teching and ne'er the twain ha' met.  But soon, soon my pets, the grand conjunction of the tech and acting shall occur.

I honestly don't expect a lot in the way of during-the-show excitement.  She's on stage a lot, and I'm not backstage.  So I'll be bored during this one.  But maybe afterward.  I can't see us squeezing in a quickie at intermission or anything like that, but hey, it might happen, you never know.  I don't get to see her in her undies in this show, which is too bad.  Ah well.  I expect at least one evening after rehearsal or a show, I'll go over to her place with her and party.

And second, and way more important (I'm such a tease, leaving it until second), Sveta, despite having finals to study for and projects to finish and what have you, managed to score her first solo flight!  Yes, that's right.  I'm proud and jealous, in that order.  Definitely much more proud than jealous.  I've got the full scoop and permission to share the full scoop, so expect to see that soonest.

Lastly, and in this case definitely least-ly, I've finished up my regimen of pills and my stomach is starting to behave itself a bit better, so I'm back in the saddle again, so to speak.  I still get a bit queasy, but nothing which affects me all that much.  Food agrees with me more, sex is able to be more pleasant and a bit firmer, and oral sex is back on, so I'm a happy camper.

It's fortunate, because lately, porn hasn't really been doing it for me.  I mean, it does it for me a little, but it's been strangely difficult to get off even in the most abbreviated way.  Not the case with sex, thank God.  I think I'm just suffering from too much of a good thing in the porn department.  I've heard the theory (from several places) that the raw availability of porn these days has devalued it, and while I'm not totally sure, I think there might be something to that.  Before the Internet, I was much easier to please in the porn department.

I'm pondering giving my Porn-of-the-Day fillers a rest and maybe trying out the Flash Fiction Friday meme (although the competition there is fierce and I feel grossly inadequate).  Any thoughts?  I have quite a few videos I haven't shared that I can share if people want that, or if you'd like it to become less regular, or whatever.  I'm seriously open to possibilities.  Tell me what to do!  I know some of you get off on that, and those that don't, give it a try.

Had To Share This One

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