The Party, Finally

Here we finally are.  The crazy has let up a bit, and now I'm just stuck with the fact that it's not current affairs any more to talk about Kate's party a few weeks ago, but I promised and I want to.  So pretend that the party was last night.  You don't know; it could have been.  And it might be abbreviated in some details just because they don't matter or I don't remember them.

Kate invited us all to this picnic party thing she was having, and I wasn't all that enthusiastic about going, frankly, because it was a day when I didn't have anything else planned and was hoping I could spend it inside in the air conditioning with my sweetie and perhaps some company from my brother or father.  But Mike wanted to go, and Sveta got excited about it too, so I was kind of dragged along because I wasn't about to let them go without me.

So we got dressed in picnic clothes; I believe I was in one of my favorite sundresses (I love sundresses) and Sveta was in a cute flowing white cotton skirt and some top or other.  Mike wore his usual casual clothes.  I noticed, however, that neither of them were wearing underwear; Sveta wasn't even wearing a bra under her shirt, and her shirt didn't leave much to the imagination.  I shucked my panties too because what the Hell, and off we went, me hoping it would rain and cool things off a bit.

Kate and Roger have a field, begged, borrowed, or bought, which is next to a stream, away from civilization, with a barn sort of area and some trees and a dock on the stream and so forth.  Nice enough place, a bit muggy and insecty, but at least shady.  There were some people there when we arrived, including the couple from the New Years party, Fred and Cathleen, although not their son, so Sveta was a little disappointed because I think she'd hoped he'd be there for another helping of lovin'.  There were about ten people there, not counting us, and while I was introduced to some of them, it doesn't matter really.  There was barbecue being burnt, drinks being sloshed, and Kate was already somewhat on her way to inebriation, because she gave all three of us kisses which weren't exactly protocol.  Mike told me he got groped, and I certainly felt a hand on my ass.  The kids weren't there; being watched by relations or something like that, I didn't pry.

I drank a bit more than I wanted to because there weren't really any non-alcoholic options I could stand, and I was thirsty.  Sveta was drinking too, but hey, that's not exactly news, and no one seemed to care.  There really weren't any people our age, certainly not Sveta's.  It seemed like it was turning into a pretty dull evening, and I would have been ready to go except there was no way I was driving.

But then, "Everyone in the river," and clothes started being changed.  It was evening by this point, and I wasn't thrilled with the idea of getting in mysterious water, but I had brought a suit as instructed, so we all went down, most of us anyway, and got into bathing suits with more or less modesty.  Some of the other people changed out of sight, but after a few moments of propriety, most of us just changed by the water's edge.  It wasn't sexy, just practical.

Sveta is a recent convert to the two-piece, having never worn one in her life before she met me, but damn if she doesn't make up for lost time.  We went shopping for one for her a while back, and she still fills it out just as beautifully.  I wasn't the only one appreciating her either; I noticed furtive glances on the part of several of the men there, including Fred.  But I think there were some furtive glances my way too, and probably Kate's way, because she was practically falling out of her suit.  Let's just say that there were tents in trunks on the riverside that evening.

The water was cool, which was nice, and the bottom was fairly sandy and not gross, which meant I didn't have to feel all icky between my toes.  I'm a wuss, I really am.  Some of the guests stayed in about five minutes, then retreated to the barbecue and bar, but Kate, Sveta, Mike, Fred, and I stayed in.  After a while, I noticed that Kate and Mike weren't near us any more, and when I looked over, they were practically underwater, lips locked, and probably all sorts of exciting stuff going on under the water.  Fred caught me looking and moved over to us.  "Gets you kind of hot, doesn't it?" he asked.

Now, I find Fred, what little I've seen of him, kind of creepy, frankly.  At any rate, he'd never make my list of top guys to go after.  He's balding, he's got a paunch, and he's kind of a dick to everyone, particularly his wife, for whom I feel really sorry.  But he was right; it was kind of hot, and I was a bit drunk, and Sveta's hand had strayed below the water line on more than one occasion, so I let Fred move up next to me, so close we were touching.  "Nobody's watching," he said, in what I assume was his best seductive tone.  It was true though; it was night at this point, or near enough, and there wasn't much light, and the folks on dry land couldn't see much anyway.

I didn't exactly egg him on, and I guess he sensed that, because he said, "I know that you two aren't straight, but you've got to be bi, or so my son tells me."

I felt like making him work for it.  "What are you saying?"

"Dan said you and your little friend were all over him.  She's cute too, but I like experience.  Not that I'd say no if she wanted to join us."

If this is seeming like a weird vibe to you, it was a bit weird, but I admit a certain lack of judgment because of the booze.  I turned to Sveta, who was looking at the two of us.  "Sweetie, Fred's propositioning me, and he wondered if you wanted to join in."

This is why I love her.  Somehow, she sensed what was going on, all of it, and said, sweetly, with just the hint of a smile, "Can I go first?"

"We're not fucking in the water; let Mike and Kate do whatever they want, but I want some dry land," I said, without letting him reply.  And at that point, the deal was done.  We got out, gathered our towels, and retreated out of range of the light, and I got to watch Fred slowly slip Sveta's bikini down her legs and then begin lapping at her pussy.  I was surprised; I expected him to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type.  I guess one shouldn't judge a book by the cover or something.

When she started gushing, he didn't stop until she did, then he sat back and said, "Baby, I haven't had a girl cum on my tongue like that since I was your age.  Now, why don't you give your friend some of the same while she lubes me up for you."  His hand was already pulling my bottoms down, and his finger stroked across my slit once or twice, then pressed in and wiggled.  And I came, standing there in the shadows, my legs buckling a little.

After that, I enjoyed myself, stopped thinking about Fred and his creepiness, and just let him take charge a little, which he seemed eager to do.  He was pretty good at it too, I'm forced to admit.  It was very impersonal, like we were just sex toys to him, but he treated his sex toys well.  Sveta got another orgasm out of me as I squatted over her face with Fred's cock in my mouth.  He wasn't small, I'll tell you that; if he ever fucked Kate, she'd probably split in two.  He just kept getting harder and longer until I could barely get him down my throat.

Then he lay down, holding his cock upthrust, and waited without saying anything.  Pretty cocky, but he earned it I guess.  Sveta lowered herself slowly onto him until he was about half way, and then he gripped her hips and pulled her down and she moaned.  That pissed me off a little, until I saw that she wasn't hurting, and I felt only a little dirty being pulled down to kiss him as she bounced on him.

"You on the pill?" he asked her, businesslike,  after he finished kissing me.  She nodded.  "Then get ready," he said, pulled her down to his chest, rolled so they were in the grass and he was lying full on her, and started thrusting like crazy, his weight lying on her, just his ass moving up and down.  She came, but I didn't see, I only saw him rutting away on her, and that pissed me off a bit too.  Then he grunted, "Here it comes, ready or not."

I couldn't stop them.  He pressed home hard and then stopped, just grinding himself between her legs.  She told me afterward that it felt like he was inflating a balloon inside her, but she was pretty out of it at the time.  From the amount of cum that leaked out of her after he pulled out, he'd fired a huge load into her.

That pissed me off the most.  If it had been me, I could have handled it, but somehow, it felt like he violated her.  Creepy guys aren't supposed to cum inside her.  I've talked with her since, and I realize that I'm being meaninglessly possessive or protective or both, but she did feel a little bad about it too.

He rolled off, gave her a kiss, and said he'd be ready for another in a little while and I should rest up.  So I told him where to get off.  It wasn't pleasant.  I was drunk and pissed and stressed and tired, and it came out a little.  He didn't seem to care that much, just said, "Your loss," and got up, pulled his trunks back up, and left us there.  I've since learned that he told Roger, Cathleen, and several other people about it, that I was obviously a bitchy lesbian.  Dick.

I held Sveta for a bit, then we went back to the river naked and washed the ugly off, found Mike and Kate on the dock now, both totally naked, his cock in her ass slipping in and out slowly because there was no lube but spit and pussy juice.  She looked like she was taking a monster shit, but she didn't say a word about it, said it felt great, just to be gentle.

I told her an abbreviated version of the story and she said, "Yeah, Fred..." and trailed off.  Hopefully all those bridges haven't been burned.

We left them there, got our clothes back on, avoided the looks of people, and I drank some more.  A lot more, in fact.  The group was pretty much down to Kate, Roger, Fred, Cathleen, and two other people, Betsy and Oliver, who were both there without spouses.  Roger packed a monster pipe with weed, and when he offered it around, I took a hit, which didn't help.  I was feeling equal parts festive and embarrassed, and I wanted the festive to win, at least in the short term.  Sveta was not offered, but she didn't say anything so I guess she was happy just drinking.

And the clothes started to come off again, only this time just to be naked.  Cathleen stayed clothed, and Fred kept his shorts on, but Roger pulled off his clothes and sat there, naked and stoned, around the fire.  Betsy is a few years older than Kate, but she's built the same way, only a little less curvy and a little pudgy around the waist.  Oliver was the one I was looking at; he was probably Roger's age, maybe older, but he was ripped.  Had a tattoo on his chest which I couldn't quite make out.  And he had no problem taking off everything too.  So pretty soon, I was naked, taking another hit from the pipe, and Sveta and Betsy were both topless.  It wasn't sexual, it was just nudist.

After a while, Mike and Kate came back from the water's edge, and Kate looked around and pulled her suit back off, then sat down and started telling the group how great Mike was in the sack.  Cathleen was once again looking really uncomfortable, and again, I felt sorry for her, but she didn't say anything.

Oliver was asking questions about it, and I could see his cock getting hard between his legs as he sat cross-legged, until finally he said, "If Mike can, Roger won't mind if I do, right?"  Cathleen got up and walked away at that point.  Betsy looked really interested.  Roger just took another hit and chuckled.  So Oliver got up and went over to Kate and let his cock hang there until she grinned and took it in her hand and started sucking.

I was expecting an orgy to break out at that point, but it didn't, unfortunately.  Kate sucked for a few minutes, then suggested that she and Oliver might go to the barn for a bit.  Roger was falling over at that point, so no chance of cock from him.  And Betsy, after whispering in Mike's ear for a minute and helping him up, led him off somewhere too, where I was later informed she only wanted to suck him off and maybe get some finger action in return.

So Roger was there, passed out, and it was me and Sveta and Fred.  He gave us a look which asked, hope springing eternal and all that, and I gave him one which said I wasn't interested even though at that point I really wanted a cock, and he shrugged and got up to find his wife, I guess, or something, because we didn't see him again that night.

Sveta and I sat there for a minute, hearing snatches of coitus and frogs and cicadas, then we went back to my car, folded the seat down, and made awkward but satisfying love in the car to get away from the mosquitoes, which ate us both alive.  It was mostly tribbing, although I keep a vibe in my glove compartment for emergencies and we used that too.  It worked out some of the angst about earlier, and when Mike showed up and told us that he was dying because Betsy wouldn't put out completely (he's so spoiled, the brat) we decided that there was no real danger of anything and I finally got the cock I'd wanted all night.  After a minute or so, it was too uncomfortable though, so we went to the barn with our sleeping gear, avoided Kate and Oliver who were sprawled in the hay passed out, and bedded down in a corner, where I couldn't stop myself from crawling on top of Mike again, whatever the risk, and slowly riding him until he finally shot inside of me, quite a strong orgasm given the number he'd already had.  Then I crawled into Sveta's arms and fell asleep for a while.

In the early morning, I got up because I couldn't sleep any more, still quite drunk and stoned.  The sun was up, but only just, and I wandered around naked looking at things.  Cathleen was sleeping in the front seat of their minivan, curled up and looking miserable, with Fred sprawled on the back seat with his legs sticking out.  Kate and Oliver were both exactly where they'd been when I went to sleep, as was Roger, on his side by the embers of the fire, the pipe lying next to him.  Betsy had apparently gone sometime in the night.

I don't know what the hell I was doing, but I took another drink, which didn't help matters.  I was parched.  Then when I was walking back toward the barn, Oliver came out, rubbing his eyes, cock dangling as he walked.  He said good morning, I replied in kind, and we both stood there for a moment until he asked, "Hair of the dog?"

"I've had some, thanks," I said, regretting it.

"Then you want to go for a swim?"  He explained he was an early riser.  I declined the invitation, but couldn't help noticing that his cock was experiencing a bit of a reveille.  I could almost hear the trumpets.

"Kate's a good lay, huh?" I said, because I felt like making conversation on the subject.

"She's all right, I've had better," he said.  "You've had her, I take it?"

"Yeah."  Didn't seem much point in lying.

"That's sexy as hell," he said with a grin.  "You and that other girl too, I bet.  You gay?"

"Bi."

"I'm raring to go, if you've noticed,"  Somehow, he was matter-of-fact about it without being creepy, and I liked him for that, even though I barely met him at the party.  It reminded me of my family a bit, no hesitation, no need to beat about the bush.  We were both there, naked, and ready.

"Sure," I said with a smile, perhaps a bit wan because of the hour and the drinking, but genuine.  "Where do you want to go?"

In the end, we grabbed a blanket from by the fire, moved it away a little so as not to wake anyone else, and I found what I usually find, which is that morning wood is not a good way to start.  He apologized after a minute, went over to a tree to piss, then came back and started getting properly hard, particularly when I told him there was no need to clean his cock off.  He took short work to be ready to go for real, and then since I was already on my knees, he got behind me and pressed in, and I felt all the cares melt away.

It was the best fuck I'd had in a while, not counting my regulars.  It wasn't like with Fred where I felt bad about doing it, it wasn't like with Mike later when I was a little worried about being caught (which made it sexier, but increased my stress level).  It was just sort of happening.  I wasn't drunk enough to feel like I wasn't really there, I wasn't stressed about it, I forgot all about what had happened before and just leaned back into him, raised my rear in the air, and let him slip in and out of me without thinking about anything but the moment.  I'm not really complementing his skill, although he was fine.  It was just a good moment.

He complimented me on how easily I came, how nice it felt to be surrounded by me, just was generally a fine conversationalist.  I replied in kind.  Once he'd gotten me off twice, he slowed down a little, obviously trying to hold out for more, and I appreciated the thought although I really wouldn't have minded if he'd just gone off then.  He didn't quite make it to three in any case, and then he stopped and asked if I wanted it in my mouth or not.  I told him I was on the pill and where he was was fine, and he chuckled (and I like it when guys laugh while they're inside me because sometimes it makes their cock do fun things) and said he didn't mind, that he'd already given Kate a shot, so why shouldn't I get one too.

His orgasm was probably the worst part of the session.  He kind of pressed in and tensed up and then after a moment he relaxed.  It wasn't much to write home about.  But it was okay.  I felt down there when he pulled out, and there was a trickle which I rubbed on my clit until I finally had O number three, then I gave him a kiss and cleaned his cock off.

Then we went back to the barn, and I fell asleep in Sveta's arms again; she snuggled into me a little but didn't wake up.  I don't know what Oliver did.  I didn't really care; he was an okay guy and had given me something I really needed, but I didn't care too much about him afterward, which is selfish but true.

I woke up alone.  No one else was in the barn, it was several hours later and my back hurt.  I came out and found leftovers from the previous barbecue being reheated over a relit fire.  Roger and Fred were talking over the fire, Cathleen was standing close by, and they looked up, saw me, and then ignored me, which was okay.  I was still naked, feeling a bit hot and sweaty what with the warmth of the day coming up again, but not drunk or stoned any more, just incredibly thirsty, so thirsty I wanted to drink the stream dry.

I found Mike and Kate in the water, so I jumped in and joined them.  They were both naked and when I came closer I could see that he was fingerfucking her as she rubbed back against him.  "Morning," they said, then went back to enjoying themselves.  Kate really likes my brother, and why shouldn't she?  He likes her too, because she's a bit novel to fuck, being so tight and shallow.  Fucking her, he feels like he's Long Dong Silver.

Then I saw Sveta in the distance on her knees, and Oliver was in front of her, obviously receiving some of her world-class head (she's gotten pretty good at it, even tries deepthroating sometimes).  And for a moment I felt jealous.  Then I realized that I didn't care that much.  Oliver would be good.  Sveta would be good.  I wandered over to see what was up, but I didn't feel like I felt when Fred was fucking her.  Oliver gave me a wave and said, "I hope you don't mind, but you were asleep and Sveta was hungry."  Not, "your friend," or, "the little lady," just "Sveta."  I don't know why, but that made me feel even better about the situation.

"You're not going to waste him on your tongue, are you?" I asked her, and she pulled off his cock, panting a little, and told me she hadn't wanted to do anything without me.  Which was sweet, but I told her again that I wanted her to do what she wanted to do, and Oliver was a good guy so she could do anything she wanted with him.  We later talked about it and I think part of that was a reaction to the business with Fred.  Obviously, she's taken what I said to heart, because not only did she fuck Oliver, but later that week I came home to her and her new boy toy.

I asked her if she wanted me to leave, but she said no, so I stayed and watched as Oliver stood her up against a tree and pressed in from behind.  It wasn't porn-star, just your basic standing rear, but it gave me the ability to get underneath and kiss my way up and down her sexy body, stopping to suckle at her pretty perky nipples and then flick her clit with my tongue while Oliver pressed in from behind until she gasped and came all down their legs.  He was thrilled by that, obviously.  He didn't ask after she came, just pulled out quickly and shot a few small splashes onto my face without thinking.  I assured him that was fine, and Sveta licked the cum off of my face.

We went back to the stream, found Kate and Mike being watched by Roger as he pressed into her up against the dock, both still in the water.  At that moment, I really wished I could just pull Kate off Mike and get him to fuck me under water, not least of which because I had a serious itch for another orgasm around a cock.  Roger wasn't interested though, oddly enough; he stroked one out onto the top of his wife's head, then sat back and waited for Mike to finish up.

After I'd washed off as best I could, we got ready to leave because it was getting beastly hot and I wanted to go home and sleep a few hours in a bed.  I took Sveta with me, but Mike, crazy kid, stayed on to help clean up, and also enjoy another two orgasms in Kate's various holes.  He laughed when he told me later that Roger rubbed out two more loads as well, both on his wife, but seemed utterly disinterested in fucking her.  To each his own, I guess.

After that, as I reported, I got sick, and then life got crazy, and now this is a freaking novel and I'm stopping because I think that's about all I have to report.  There were a few lingering problems with the Fred situation, but both Sveta and I have talked them over, and we've attempted to exorcise him from our minds and bodies by having plenty of sex with other people.  The first draft I wrote of this was much more negative, but I think that was the crazy talking.  Shit like that happens some times if you're in situations like that.  He didn't rape us, Sveta hasn't been abused, it was just not an entirely pleasant experience.  We'll hopefully learn a lesson from that.

Flash Fiction Friday - Calculus

She is unapproachable. Behind unbreakable walls, form and void, she calls to me. Would that I could drag her up, step from greater dimensionality to lesser, phase into the background of her shadowed portrait, anything.

But she is a being of three dimensions, four if you count pesky time. I am mathematically incompatible. Her form will not project onto a hypercube, and all I can do is look on, unseen, as she passes back and forth in my sight but does not move.

Pygmalion knew nothing compared with my anguish. Perhaps I shall draw another axis in my form for suffering, and in exquisite irony move myself farther from her by the simple act of measuring how being far from her makes me suffer.

A study in chiaroscuro means nothing when light does not cause shadow and the geometry of Euclid shatters like my heart.

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You're probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about (in 145 words, thank you very much).  So am I.  I don't really know where this came from, but I do know that I wrote it specifically for this picture, so don't go thinking I'm just writing random crap to meet a requirement.  Suffice to say that it is the only bit of erotica (if so it can be called) I know of which involves hyper-dimensionality and non-Euclidian geometry.  I gots a big ol' brain on me.

I bet you do too, actually.  Right now, you're saying to yourself, "Hey, I'm a math major and I could write a sexier story than this, but with the Riemann zeta function."  Either shit or get off the pot, smart guy or gal.  The website is right there.  Go do it.  I bet you don't even know what the Riemann zeta function is, and it certainly isn't going to find Fermat's Last Theorem sexy.

I should probably sleep more.

About the Party Etc.

Okay, I wrote something about the party, and then I read it and realized that I just can't write about it right now.  I'm in a very weird emotional and mental state at present.  So keep waiting.  I had hoped to be able to plug away at it and have it done by now, but it's no good.  Not this week, I don't think.

[EDIT] I am indeed talking about Kate's party, which happened so long ago at this point that I may tag it as a recollection even though it doesn't fit into that category all that well.  Maybe I'll tag it as both.  Oh, and hello to all the people who've commented and emailed, and rest assured that I read everything I get and appreciate the lurker as well as the commenter.  But I don't bite unless you ask, so feel free to comment.  It's just that the next week or so is going to be crazy-ass-hell-bitch-tastic, so forgive me if I'm not as approachable as normal for that duration.

Flash Fiction Friday - International Man of Mystery

“I see the iron curtain had well and truly fallen before I came in,” he laughed.

“If you ever say that again, they will never find your corpse,” she replied with a fractional smile, her accent flowing with exotic promise. He smiled too, but then something in her eyes told him that he wasn't supposed to find this funny. “Now, Mr. Secret Agent, we were discussing my fee.”

“Two hundred thousand euros and all the borscht you can eat,” he said, his mispronunciation of the Russian word grating at her ears.

“I've warned you once about jokes, Mr. Spy,” she said, not smiling this time.

“You're in my country, in my safe-house, flashing your tits at me, and you dare make threats,” he said, anger rising. He wasn't used to being out of control, this one.

“I never threaten,” she said evenly, shifting slightly to expose her breast more fully. “And the reason I am, as you say, 'flashing my tits' is because I have found no better method of catching stupid men off-guard.”

He never saw the gun she had concealed, moved into place as she exposed herself. He heard the gun, but only for a fraction of a second, long enough for his brain to register surprise, his lips to part slightly, eyes to widen minutely. He definitely didn't hear the second silenced shot, as the first bullet between his eyes had removed any possibility of that.

She stood looking down at him for a moment, straightening her coat, concealing herself again. “It's a pity; you looked well-hung,” she said, looking down. But she made no move to check as she opened the window and whispered, “I'll need a pickup, ten minutes, the usual place.” The words winged away to other ears, as did she to other places.

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300 on the nose, according to my count.  I had a devil of a time with this one, mostly because I didn't want to write, I wanted to ogle.  Also because I'm stressed and busy and so on.  However, Flash Fiction Friday accepts no excuses and brooks no lateness.  It is a harsh taskmaster.  Which might be right up some of your alleys, in which case, get over there and be slaves to the terrible ticking of the clock and the counting of the words.  There's a fetish there, I just know it.

And on a personal note, I wouldn't have seen the gun either for the same reason, so spare a kind thought for the poor nameless agent who gave his life to see that delicious breast.  Although if he'd played his cards right, I bet he could have fucked her.  Poor, stupid man.

Morning Sex

I slept through the morning.  According to Mike, I slept through what was a stellar performance by him too.  It's okay; it's been a while since he's fucked me in my sleep.

Understand that I am usually "awake" when this happens.  I don't really sleep through it.  But I don't remember it, and I'm usually less than articulate or energetic.  I have been told that I was definitely enjoying it, and if I remembered any dreams of sex I would admit it now, but as it is, I sort of wish he'd let me actually sleep.

Still, I have been reliably informed that he woke up with the usual morning needs (in this case, urination), and when he got back and saw me still sleeping with no covers on, plus having had to walk by my room knowing that Sveta was in there, he got back into bed, covered us both up, and cuddled until I'm told I woke up and cuddled back.  We spooned, he got hard, I mumbled that he could do whatever he wanted, and that's why I woke up eventually feeling cum still inside me.  Which ain't a bad way to get up.

Sveta's boy actually left sometime in the wee hours, which was good because I don't think I was up to busting in on them again and I really needed my room back.  She was there, doing something on her laptop, wearing a pair of my boy short panties and nothing else.  Damn.  She proudly showed off the bite mark on her left breast (we're not talking blood or anything, just a bit of a hickey) and then let me talk her into taking a shower, which had to be mostly shower because I couldn't take too long.  Still, she made me cum once and told me all about her evening.

He was worth bringing home, or so she says.  He made her cum once,which I honestly think isn't enough, but she is harder to get over the edge, and she does enjoy it even if she's not cumming.  Anyway, for a new partner, once is probably acceptable.  She enjoys the whole act, not just climax, which is healthy.  I sometimes make it all about cumming when I write, but I too enjoy the whole thing, not just the orgasm(s).

And he was up for three times.  They were on number two when I busted in on them, and to his credit even after losing his edge a little from being interrupted, he didn't take long to get it back and keep going.  Then she came and talked to me, then went back and got number three.  Then he stuck around, which also speaks well of him, at least long enough for me to go to sleep.  There was no anal, and condoms were used although he did want to pull out and shoot his cum on her back the first time when they were fucking doggy style, in her mouth the second time, and on her tits the third.  She hasn't gotten a lot of that, since Dad and Mike are happy to give her internal, and she said she enjoyed that too.

Then I had to go do shit, which sucked because she was planning on staying, and all I really wanted to do was go back to my room with her and try to drive all thoughts of him out of her mind.  I will admit a small amount of jealousy.  It's human nature.  I'm not worried that she loves him or is going to run off with him or anything, but I am slightly jealous that he got her and I didn't.  Hell, I'm sometimes a little jealous of Dad and Mike for the same reason.  It's jealousy, not paranoia.  I'll own up to it.

Work work work, blah blah blah, and I stagger home to find Dad home from work before me giving Mom a bit of the ol' in-out-in-out while Sveta sat there and watched.  Apparently, Mom and Dad are giving her pointers, as they know she doesn't have a lot of experience with sex and I can't exactly give her pointers from the man's point of view.  I was all set to go over and start making out with her, but Dad told me, "No, it's her turn for me next, but you can have her afterward."  He pulled out of Mom, sat back, and gave Sveta some very hands-on pointers on the finer details of riding a cock.  It reminded me so much of when I was younger, and that was incredibly sexy.

So by the time I got some alone time with her, she was full of cum, covered in sweat, and we were both ready to explode because she had gotten most of the way there but Dad had gone off before her, and after having to fuck two beautiful women, can you blame him?  I made her go off cleaning the cum out of her tasty snatch, and the second she was finished she pushed me back and ate me out until I was rolling with orgasms.

Now she's in bed and I'm writing this because I had to take a break from more work.  Endless.  Totally endless.  And all day long, she and Mike were hanging out.  Damn, I wish I had been there.  It wasn't all sex either; she's getting to know him better, talking, that kind of thing.  But don't fool yourself thinking that there wasn't plenty of sex going on.  She said I was probably tasting both Dad's and Mike's cum when I ate her out, plus she got a load in her ass too.  Lucky minx.  All I've had today is one load I don't even remember.

I know, you're all saying, "What are you complaining about?  That's more sex that I've had in weeks."  And to you I say, "I'm really sorry for that, because everyone should be having more sex.  Everyone.  So go out and get you some right now."

Now, back to the grindstone.

In the Doghouse

No, not really.  But it's how I feel, sort of.

I'll begin at the beginning.  I was out late this evening working, really late in fact, staggered home, and the house was quiet.  So I shlumped upstairs, fortunately (as you will see later) not taking all my clothes off as I went, opened the door of my room, thought, "Hmm, that's odd, why would I close my door," and burst in on Sveta and a boy having sex on my bed.  She was on her back, him between her legs, and as I opened the door I saw his hips thrust into her and she jiggled and wiggled.  So sexy in hindsight.

It's not an experience I've had often or recently, busting in on someone fucking.  Usually, it's not really busting in; I come into a room and there people are, having sex, because that's the way the house is.  Heck, now that Sveta's in on everything, people sometimes walk in on us, but aside from an occasional, "Oh, sorry, didn't know you were in here," and then leaving, it's nothing big.  And even then, it's usually nothing big.

This was different.  This was like catching your husband cheating on you awkward.  Not that I view it as cheating on me at all, it was just kind of, "Oh shit, what the hell is going on, avert my eyes, try not to make things worse."  It was partially just the fact that I didn't expect to see either of them there.  They could have been playing canasta and I would have been surprised.  It could have been Sveta and Mike, and for an instant I thought it might be, but it was someone I didn't know.  And that can be awkward, walking in on people you don't know.

There was a round of shrieks of varying levels.  I said, "Shit!"  Sveta squeaked.  The boy yelled.  Classic comedy bit, really, in hindsight.  I turned around and rushed out.

I'll give Sveta credit; she didn't hop up and immediately rush out after me.  I went and waited in the computer room, and eventually she came in.  And by "eventually" I mean, long enough later that I bet the act was concluded.  She looked flushed and pleased with herself anyway.

Turns out that she met this guy at work while she was working and he was being a customer, they hit it off, and when closing time came he asked her out for coffee.  Things were going along really well, she wanted to turn coffee into what coffee often turns into, but she didn't have anywhere to go to do that.  She couldn't take him back to her parents' house because, well, they're assholes.  He couldn't go back to his house for whatever reason.  So in the end, she excused herself to use the bathroom and sneaked a call to my house, hoping to get me.  She got Mom instead.

Mom, as one would expect, said, "Bring him over here, Lexi won't be back for a while and she'll be fine with it."  I wish someone had left me a note.  I'm really glad I didn't do anything but rush out though, because she told him it was her house, which I keep telling her it is if she wants to be here, so hey, that's fine.  And she told him it was her family, which again, it is if she wants it to be.  So if I had said, "Hey, mind if I join in?" things might have gotten awkward.

She started out strong but finished really apologetic and ashamed, which I told her was no good for anyone.  I don't care; if I had known, I wouldn't have barged in.  I've said again and again that I want her to have her own set of friends too, spread her own wings, that kind of thing.  I won't say that I'm never jealous of the people she gets to fuck, but that's just because she's so smoking hot I want her all to myself.  And because I wish I could join in with her.  But aside from my natural feelings on the subject, she's got nothing to be ashamed of.  It doesn't change the way I feel about her, it just makes me wish I were there more often.

In fact, I pressed the point so hard that I am now banned from my room for the rest of the night (I may have insisted on that, thinking back).  She said she was going back for more, definitely, and no, she didn't think it would be a good idea to introduce the idea of a threesome at this point.  I told her to post a note on my door so people would know, then I sat down to write this because she was back to her new boy.  She knows where all the supplies are in my room, so she won't need me.  And if he wants to spend the night, so be it.  I can already hear noises from that direction, good noises, noises which suggest that she's making a mess of my sheets.

I am going to have to sleep in Mike's bed, which isn't such a problem because...

And at that point, actually, Mike walked in.  He was out late too, was kind of drunk, and was definitely in the mood to fill whatever hole he could get at.  I guess I'm lucky he didn't bring home a woman too, because then I would have had to sleep on the couch or something.  Fortunately for me, he pulled me away from typing, was going to pull me into my room until I shushed him and gave him the abbreviated for drunks version, then we went to his room and tried not to make too much noise.  It was kind of hot, knowing that Sveta was getting some in the next room and I was getting some here.  It would have been better if she'd told the guy nothing and we could have had a foursome, but hey, what do you want for nothing, right?

He's fine drunk.  Actually, he wasn't anything more than tipsy really.  Once he got our clothes off, I could barely tell he wasn't sober.  One thing I love about sex with Mike is that he gets so excited by it sometimes.  He goes for anal like he's still a teenager.  And since I'm so tired, it meant that he did most of the work, which was fine by me.  I just lay on my tummy with a pillow under my hips to angle me up a little and let him have his way with my ass.  I won't say I didn't participate, but he was definitely driving.

And now, because I can't sleep in a bed with someone else right now, Mike is snoring away and I'm back here typing some more, cum still leaking from my bum.  No sound from my room, which means that Sveta and her boy must have dropped off.  I long to sneak a peak, but I don't dare.  I'm sure I'll get the scoop tomorrow.

So hopefully soon I'll be tired enough to crawl back into Mike's bed and snuggle in with him and fall asleep.  Morning sex might just be in the offing too, and that's never bad.  And then I'll get to hear about Sveta's beau.  It's been a decent end to a terrible day.

Total Exhaustion

I am dead.  Legally, I am still alive, but as far as anyone is concerned, I'm dead.  The only thing I have energy to do, besides the millions of things it seems like people need me to do, is stare at walls with the dull-eyed stare of the recently-deceased.  It's fun; put me in a position somewhere, and as long as I don't have to, absolutely have to, get up, you can come back and find me staring off into space in exactly the same position an hour later.

The only reason I'm writing this is because I feel slightly guilty that I haven't written anything in a number of days, and there are others far more disciplined than I who write every day, rain or shine.  If this were a blog where I just talked off the top of my head or recounted my daily, mundane experiences, I might be able to swing that.  I probably wouldn't, but I might be able to.  As it is, there are two factors at work: I have to have time and energy to write, and I have to have something worth writing about (and that's not even always true, but I'd like to believe it is most of the time).

My life got overly busy over the past few days, then I got allergy-sick, and now I'm two shades shy of the final curtain.  What's worst is that I actually am to blame somewhat for being busy, and I am to blame because some things have been busy in a social and enjoyable way.  Which means that I actually have something to talk about, I just don't know that I can muster to get up and go to get up and talk about them.

Short version: the party at Kate's was insane, and I was still drunk the next day, apart from still being other things as well.  Sveta and Mike enjoyed themselves too.  I must talk about it at length.

Then after I got over being drunk and slightly hung over (I don't get super hangovers, but this was enough to make me pause) I realized that I actually wasn't feeling all that well.  I had been feeling a little sniffly before but had ignored it, and then had taken some liquid help in ignoring it, and while I was ignoring it, apparently it blossomed into full-blown sick.  So I spent the rest of the day not feeling well, which didn't really go away, it just faded into the background.

Plus, the insomnia.  Stress insomnia.  Hooray.

So I'm not the sexy kind of dead.  I'm the bitter, angry, spacey kind of dead.  And while I have a short breather from some of the things I need to do mid-week, I then have a solid run of crap for a while.

This was a long post to say that I'm sorry I haven't written about the party yet, and I'm going to as soon as I can, I hope.  If I don't write about it until next month, just pretend that it happened then, okay? 

Flash Comedy Friday - Pornus Interruptus

Don't look at this one first.  You want the one below this one.  This one is my spirit-salve I was talking about in the addendum to the previous one.  Seriously, read that one.  Down there.  Then you can come back here if you want.

  

"Right, right, give me power, seduction, the full treatment. Right at the camera, like you're trying to bore a hole through the lens with pure animal lust. That's it darling, just like that, yeah, one more, okay."  

"How much longer are we going to go before we get down? I mean, this is supposed to be fucking porno, right?"

"Okay love, just one more, one more like this, like you're really waiting for it..."

"I fucking am waiting for it."

"Look right there, right at the camera, and just feel that waiting."

"Do I come in now?"

"Shit, have you been in the background the whole fucking time? Right, reset, from the top!"

Flash Fiction Friday - Looking

She has a look she gives me when she's thinking something other than what she's saying. I never knew if she realized that I could read her like that. And then we were naked, and she was saying something about ropes and handcuffs, despite my protests.

Totally at her mercy, and she's looking away, looking at something behind me. Big, naked, fully erect: has he been there all along? His eyes meet hers, and they're on the bed, ignoring my pleas.

But still, it's only one man. Perhaps I can stand that...

No. She's giving me that look again, and the door opens on another man, and she doesn't look sorry at all.

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I had a few other ideas, more pleasant perhaps, but this was the one that won out. In such a short flash, it's hard to tell a story at once both tragical and comical, but I'd like to believe that our protagonist wasn't left completely in the cold, and that the betrayal was only skin deep.  I don't happen to find the situation in which our hero finds him or herself terribly sexy, but that's just me.  Hell, I may have to write another one just to salve my spirit a little.

Now, there's business to attend to.  Go and Flash your own Fiction next Friday, or I'll continue to write depressing things with very little of the sexy quality about them.  Maybe next week I'll write about an oil spill, or violence in Rwanda.  You can't stop me.  You can only crowd me out.  Do so now.

Sleepless Not In Seattle

I am not helped in my quest to maintain some semblance of sanity by the fact that I am struck with killer insomnia at present.  So here I am, not sleeping.  Hooray for that.  I guess it means you get a post, so there's a silver cloud to every lining, or a cloudy silver, or a slouded clining, or something.

When I'm totally insomnia-crazy, sometimes a good solid fuck is worth trying, but since everyone else is asleep, I get no lovin'.  Nor am I feeling particularly good with words.  Fucking difficult to be poetic when your brain feels starved for oxygen.  I am seriously considering consulting the oracle of booze for a solution to my sleep deprivation, except I worry that this will set a dangerous precedent and pretty soon I'll be abusing alcohol to get to sleep.  Not really where I want my life to head, even if it is only a worry, rather than a certainty.

Mike has returned from Sheri's incredibly warm embrace.  He and Sveta have yet to be in the house simultaneously, which means, selfish bitch that I am, that I did reap the whirlwind of his sudden lack of Sheri to take care of his every sexual need.  I swear, while Mike and I have a special bond, Sheri can work him into a frenzy like nobody else.  But that's okay because she can work most people into a frenzy.  I don't know what it is; maybe it's that she oozes sex out of every pore.  Maybe she gives off pheromones.  But sexy things seem to happen around her, really sexy things, sexy things which are the kinds of sexy things that I can't talk about sometimes.  She's up for anything.  I don't know that I could live with her, because it'd probably burn me out completely, but visiting is both a great way to rev up and a great way to wear myself out trying to keep revved up.

Mike was definitely revved.  He said he had to stop on his way home to jerk off, which he almost never does any more.  I couldn't believe he'd wasted a shot on anything other than a cunt or ass, but he assured me that it was just so he wouldn't take one look at me and explode in a shower of jizz and orgone.  Not a pretty sight, I'm sure.

He walked into the house with a hardon, actually, so I could understand his concern.  He told me that he'd stopped by the side of the road and actually sat on the hood of his car with his cock out hoping that a hot girl would pass by and offer to take a taste.  No such luck, but he did get a few stares, to which he cheerfully waved.  He's lucky the police didn't arrest him, the randy bugger, but Sheri does strange things to one's inhibitions.  I can't wait for her to work her magic on Sveta, actually.

I had just gotten back from annoying places and was lounging, hoping dinner would be done soon, and Mike walked through the door, dropped his pants, and grinned.  He is a spoiled brat, he really is.  If any other guy tried that, I would probably give him a look and make him come over to me.  But I got up and got on my knees for him.  The cum on my tongue just made me hungry, so it was fortunate that dinner was served shortly thereafter.  Then Dad and I watched a movie while Mom and Mike made love.  They were sort of watching too, but mostly concentrated on the sex.  I don't get to see Mom sexually all that much any more, so it was nice to watch her holding his cock and sitting back on it, her breasts swaying a little as she rocked on his lap and they both made little happy noises.

After that action reached a satisfactory conclusion, Mom got up and Mike came over and started snuggling with me, and his cock was still mostly hard, and it didn't take that long before the movie was over and we ran upstairs to my bed, where I received a double helping of Mike's cock in my ass, with two different creampies in what was amazingly short succession.

And then, bam, it hit him like a ton of bricks, and he practically fell asleep inside me.  Lucky bastard.  He staggered off to bed, and I didn't, just lay there, ass upturned slightly, and wondered if I would be able to get to sleep too, after all that.  But no, it just made me horny and insomniac.

Tomorrow, more crazy.  Friday, I hope to have a day without much crazy, and possibly with Sveta and Mike both in the same place at the same time.  She's dying for a little anal and he's dying for a little teen, so chances are good I'll get to watch at least the first round.  But I firmly plan on getting a little teen myself.  And of course there's Dad to consider, and Sveta says she really wants to try DP again, see if she's up for it this time, plus there's the party that I haven't decided whether to go to or not, plus... yeah, even the happy part of my life is pretty crazy.  I'm going to run out of gas eventually.  I'm taking a week off at some point, I just have to, whether I have the money to or not.  Me and Sveta and a week to ourselves.  Sounds dreamy.  Perhaps that's all it is, but I can hope, can't I?

Get Out Helmets

Because the shit is coming down.

No, really, I definitely want to post something right now, but I can't because I am just about to keel over.  I can't type and masturbate and do other things at the same time.  I wish I had a laptop so I could be typing posts at work like certain people I know, but I don't.  So sadly, you all lose out to my need to get off and then go to sleep.

I apologize for the extended period of less than stellar posts and filler.  Friday you'll be getting flash fiction.  Beyond that, I have no idea.  Maybe I'll have some time tomorrow.  Maybe not.  The captain has turned on the crazy light, so please assume crash positions because this could get ugly.

If I don't make it, I love you all and I never meant to do that thing with the dwarf goat and the members of the Swedish luge team.  Particularly not on a holy day.  Forgive me.

I Am Super Smart

In an update to the tutu, I was pulling it on (yes I was) and heard an unpleasant noise and swore loudly because I was dead certain that I'd just ripped the funnest thing I've had in a long time.  I cried.  I did.  It was just one of those moments.

Then I did what I usually do, which is ignore the problem and hope it goes away.  But I kept thinking about it.  So finally I examined the damage and discovered that I am just about the dumbest bitch ever.

The tutu is pinned to the panties.  What I'd heard was one of the pins giving.  Seriously.  I could have just worn the tutu without any bottoms at all.  Obviously the pins were just there to keep things in place.

Looking back on it, it seems pretty obvious.  Most tutus aren't complete with bottoms.  You put a tutu over other things.  Honestly, it's hard to get into panties that are attached to a tutu anyway.

So there I was, smacking myself in the head.  The upshot of all this, of course, is that I'm planning on getting a pair of more exciting panties and pinning them into the tutu (with safety pins, because I'm really surprised I didn't stick myself before now).  Why, you ask?  Well, because I honestly really like the fact that pushing up the tutu causes the panties to give me a wedgie.  I don't know if I can explain it.  I'm not normally a fan.  But in this case, the combination of wedgie and then penetration... oh yes.  The beautiful thing is that the bottoms that came with the tutu aren't really that comfortable, being designed to be worn over a leotard anyway.  I'm thinking maybe a pair of bright crimson panties would look good under the white.  Hell, I may just use the tutu as an accessory to various sexy getups when I'm not looking to wear crotchless panties.

And I was thinking all these things when Sveta walked through the door and saw me standing there with the tutu in my hand, naked as the day I was born.  I wasn't expecting her at all, and I about jumped out of my skin.  "Your mom said to just go on up," she said.  "Nice tutu."

"You like it?"

"Not as much as I like who's holding it."  Minx.

"Try it on."

She thought I meant over her clothes, the silly thing.  Once we had that misunderstanding sorted out and she was in her underwear (pink lace, which just made it all that much better) and twirling around with the tutu on, I decided that one tutu is not enough.  I shall have to have a few, because Sveta needs one too.  My god, she was just the most outrageously cute thing in it.  And sitting under it, pulling her panties down, and eating her out from underneath...

It did come off fairly quickly, because it's not made to lie around in naked; too stiff and prickly.  But trust me, she'll wear it again, because if Dad likes me in it, he'll love her in it.  She doesn't get sex standing up that often, and it's better with a costume.

So it all ended very well.  The bottoms I already mangled are pretty ruined, but that's no big deal.  And ballet costumes are on my gift list now.  I promise, this blog is not going to devolve into my worship of tutus.  Honestly, I'm getting tired of typing that word.

Flash Fiction Friday - Animate Matter

“Animate matter only.” That was how they explained it. “The movies were right about that.”

“So I can’t take back any guns? What if I meet up with an evil traveler?”

But I was told no guns, no knives, no clothes, no nothing. Just me. Animate matter only.

Later, when they confessed that they really just wanted to see me naked, that the whole Temporal Bureau of Investigation was a fraud, I couldn't help feeling a bit stupid. Sexy, but stupid.

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I had a certain amount of difficulty with this one, then suddenly I had it (and it's 81 words according to my count, so no spanking for me).  Could have been more sexyfuntimes, I'm sure.  If you think you can do better, why aren't you doing it?  Head on down to Flash Fiction Friday and beat the crap out of my silly ideas.  Go on.  I dare you.

Tutu

I was in dance classes for about fifteen minutes when I was a young'un.  I'm not a dancer.  I don't have to coordination or muscle memory for it.  Plus, as I get taller, I get less coordinated.

Why am I telling you this, you ask?  Because I'm going somewhere with it, I sweetly reply.  Then I go somewhere with it.

I recently had occasion to see a number of dance costumes, including some tutus and other frilly things, and I realized that I found them extremely sexy.  Now, some of them are basically lingerie, and I know I said I wasn't that into lingerie, but maybe it's that this isn't really lingerie or maybe it's because it's designed to be worn by younger girls, or something.  There are things that I wouldn't let my daughter wear on stage being worn by children, not teens, but children.  And I'm pretty permissive.  It's not a question of offending my moral sensibilities; I'm okay with girls being able to wear whatever they want, but when you're making young girls into strippers, that's not healthy sexualization, that's unhealthy.  I can't really explain it.

Anyway, I never wore things like this when I was in dance, and even if I had, I would have been much too young to appreciate the various erotic possibilities.  And then I wasn't in dance when I could.

So the long and the short of it is that I got myself a hand-me-down tutu.  Dance costumes are surprisingly easy to come by used, because usually you have to buy the costume, wear it for one dance, then never wear it again.  And most people won't buy used costumes because dancers have a less than stellar reputation in the hygiene department where costumes are involved, plus let's face it, it's like buying used underwear, except you can't throw it in the wash to clean it.

However, I got this from someone who assured me that it had never been used, and while it was meant for a younger person than I am, it fits me anyway, in all the ways that matter.  I didn't say I wanted it for myself, I said I needed it for a costume.  What I actually needed it for was to make a few surgical modifications and then enjoy the possibilities a tutu brings to the table.

One is supposed to wear a leotard underneath this thing, even though it has a leotard as part of it, or rather a two piece thing, tutu on bottom and teddy-like thing above.  Needless to say, I do not wear a leotard under it, and I did a bit of creative sewing (I don't sew patterns, but I can fix tears and such) and removed the crotch of the bottoms to now it's just a pair of straps that run down and hold things in place.  A bit beyond crotchless panties, and if I could have simply removed the bottoms completely and kept the tutu, I would have, but I couldn't make that work.  The top I left alone, because it's pretty ridiculous as it is.

And then I walked into the living room where Dad was sitting reading the paper, did a terrible imitation of a pirouette, and waggled my butt at him.  And sex in a tutu was exactly as fun as I'd hoped it would be.  I might have to get another costume it was so much fun.  As I said, I do like dressing up.  The only thing that might have made it better is if Dad and I both were ballet dancers and could do ballet moves, only sexually.

As it was, he bent me at the waist, still standing up, pressed the tutu up with both hands until I could feel what was left of the bottom squeezing my pussy lips closed, and pressed in, which was an enjoyable experience.  I've never had so much fun with crotchless panties; I like the concept more than the actual item.  But giving handles to the panties made it different.  Plus, fucking in a tutu.  Come on, how great is that.

The costume is all white and pink and I feel like a little girl, all virginal and pure and so forth.  It's really dirty (the feeling, not the costume, although I suppose that'll happen too).  Wandering around after, with Dad's cum leaking out under the lace frill, I really wished I could have been a dancer, just so I could have fucked in a costume that was really mine.  Maybe right before a performance, so I could feel the cum inside me jiggling around as I jumped, making a wet spot in my tights.

But that's not the end of it.  Mike will be back soon from Sheri's (and the fun they've been having is making me incredibly jealous and horny and wishing I could have freed up a few days to join them) and he's said he thinks it's the hottest thing he's heard in years, can't wait to try me out himself.  And of course there's Sveta, who is back now but hasn't had enough time to do more than come over for an evening quickie once or twice, which takes the edge off but we really need a few days of being together all the time for the need to subside.  I think I might get her a costume too, and then we can have all kinds of fun.

So the final analysis is that I'm currently in love with dance costumes, and if I were made of money I'd buy my own new whenever I wanted.  Dad likes it too, to judge by the fact that after the first time he asked me to put it on this afternoon before I went to work (and as a result I went to work a little late, a little dazed, and very creamy downstairs, with no chance to do anything other than let my panties get wet and hope nothing else did).  And I know Mike and Sveta will like it too.

It's always fun to experiment a little, try something new.  I might enjoy getting some stains on my costume too, given that with the modifications I've made it's unlikely to be seen outside of my circle of partners.  Yes, maybe some cum stains are in order.  I feel like a kid at Christmas trying to break my new toy as soon as possible.  But still, it'll be fun while it lasts.

Oh, and in the spirit of the occasion (and because I like erotica) I offer these galleries, which look nothing like me or my costume but are sexy anyway.

Clothes

In the absence of a TMI and because I should at least put some effort into the filler I'm using to take up time while I have hot sex with my girlfriend/father/brother/all three (bragging, oh yes), I thought I'd chat about clothes.

• I am not a clothes horse.  I like to dress up sometimes, and I enjoy costumes, but I really don't enjoy shopping for clothes (except underwear).
• I do enjoy shopping for undies.  Or swapping undies.  Or trying on other people's undies.  It's gotten me into trouble (not really, but Mari once threatened to kill me if I didn't give her back her favorite pair of panties).
• I am not as enthusiastic about "lingerie."  Underwear is sexy all by itself, and I'll be honest, I often find things which aren't intended to be sexy incredibly sexy, and vice versa.  Crotchless panties, for instance, are less sexy to me than a fairly modest pair of white cotton panties (it's the purity thing again).  Unless the crotchless panties are being put to the only use I can see for them, which is being spread by a cock, in which case, hell yes.
• I don't like wearing tight pants.  If I'm tarting myself up, I'm much more likely to wear a skirt than pants.  My pants tend to be either utilitarian or comfortable, ideally both.
• I seldom wear shorts anymore.  I used to be quite into them, but these days, either I wear a skirt or pants or nothing.  However, I enjoy wearing shorts around the house, mostly boxers.
• I've dated several guys who were completely into me wearing their boxers.  I can see the appeal, but honestly, I never really cared for the opposite.  I mean, if a guy wants to wear my panties, that's fine, but I don't get off on it.  Not my fetish.  For one thing, I prefer girls wearing panties and guys wearing nothing.
• I am also not into shoes.  Not that I don't wear them, but honestly, if I were hardcore and didn't care about the fact that my feet would either be turned to ground beef or horn, I would go barefoot pretty much all the time.  I can't because I have to work, which is why I wear hardcore steel toes and such.  But everywhere else, I wear comfortable shoes, sandals if possible.  I know that some people get off on the high heels, and I can wear them, but my feet get claustrophobic if they're in shoes with closed toes for too long.
• I went through a period of being really into socks though.  It corresponded with Mike going through a period where he liked me in nothing but socks.  For my money, a girl wearing nothing but a cute pair of socks is hotter than the same girl wearing nothing but a pair of hooker shoes, but that's me.
• I almost never go commando in pants.  I frequently do in skirts.  Many people would find that rather odd, but I think it makes perfect sense.  After all, a skirt is made to be flipped up, whereas pants have to be removed, and if you're going to remove pants, you can remove panties too.  Plus I like a barrier between me and my pants.  They've been known to chafe.
• On your typical day, I don't dress "sexy" (well, not on purpose, but if your fetish happens to be what I'm wearing, I can't be held responsible for that).  It's usually a t-shirt and jeans, neither of them particularly well preserved.  I keep most of my nice clothes for special occasions.  And there's a fair chance I'll be wearing a set of my blacks for backstage stuff.
• I am really into bra-lines, less so into pantie-lines.  Seeing a bra strap through a thin shirt is a tremendous turn on for me.  Of course, seeing that there's no bra on underneath is better, but still, if I have a fetish in this regard, it's for bra glimpses.

There you go.  I can't think of any other clothes-related trivia right now.