Head

I said in the last post that I missed giving head for the sake of it, and that's true. I'm not sure why, and I'm not totally sure when I stopped doing it as much. Maybe because I enjoy penetration and creampies so much, I stopped blowing guys just to give them a blowjob, but did it to get them ready to fuck me. Most recently, Dad has required a certain amount of oral action to get it up at all, and I'm not going to waste my dad's erection. I don't know.

And now I'm not sure I can get back into it. Part of the reason is the above; I don't want to waste an orgasm on anything but my cunt. That's brutal economics here. Plus, I have fewer opportunities to just give someone a meaningless blowjob. Usually, if I'm going to blow somebody these days, I'm invested enough in it that I want to fuck them.

I may not miss blowjobs as much as I miss the titillation of random blowjobs. Not totally random, but blowjobs which were just spur-of-the-moment, with guys who were pretty much strangers. Not that I'm some kind of blowjob fairy or anything, but I did give a few blowjobs to guys in my day.

When I was young, that was pretty much the only way to get play from most guys. It was almost expected in my school; you went on a date, if you liked the guy you might give him a handjob, if you really liked him and wanted to see him again you gave him head, or (and this doesn't make me proud, but it's true) you gave him head because you wanted him to like you because he was popular, or because he could do something for you. Yes, high schoolers trade sex for favors. It's not pleasant. In my case, it wasn't as bad because I didn't really view sex as some big deal, but for other girls, it really messed them up.

Also, nobody fucked on the first date. Maybe Sheri (I love her, but she was widely regarded as the school bicycle) but not even me. There were rules. Unwritten, confusing, and contradictory, but you were really loose if you gave up the poonanner on the first date. But if you wanted to fuck, you'd have to blow the guy on the first date, unless he was a total loser.

It's making me slightly annoyed to talk about this, because I really hate high school and I find the whole thing ridiculous. But even I, iconoclast though I was, had to follow some rules because the guys followed them. Even if I were just trying to steal a guy away from some popular bitch to prove a point or make her miserable (not proud, but it happened once) I still had to abide by some rules.

And of course, in middle school, boys didn't have sex. I might be able to get a boy to let me touch his cock, but he wasn't about to fuck me, mostly because most boys that age, at least in my school, hadn't the first idea of what to actually do. I'm pretty sure they would have tried to fuck my belly button, given the chance. But I could get blowjobs out of them sometimes.

And, let's be honest, sometimes I would give head because I was just being friendly. Like I said, it didn't matter that much to me. I didn't feel dirty about it; it was something I did, like kissing. Not for everyone, but it was friendly.

In college, I had a tougher time. I know that sometimes I make my college experience out to be some wild party, and it wasn't, but it also was a tough time in my life. I was rebelling against things, I was doing really stupid things, I was basically not giving a shit. And I wasn't even doing it in a structured way, the way Sheri does it. She's wild and crazy, but she's not doing it to run from something. She likes doing things, and she doesn't care about propriety, but it's not unhealthy for her, at least not as unhealthy as it was for me.

So yes, I gave anonymous blowjobs. Not glory hole, but I would meet a guy at a party, take him to a quiet place, and suck him off for no reason other than that I wanted to taste his cum right then. And then I might never see him again, or at least not see him socially. And the strange part is, I miss that. Maybe I'm feeling depressed about life again. Or maybe it's just the thrill of it.

I've never been that into bukkakke, but I do like a circle of cocks, waiting to be sucked. Not that it was a regular occurrence, but it happened a few times when parties got drunk enough. I remember staggering home one night, reeking of sweat, vodka, and jism, and only later realizing that I didn't have any clothes on. I hadn't fucked anyone, but I guess I didn't want to make a mess. My tits were covered in cum. I'm pretty sure that at least five guys had let me suck them off onto my chest, and I know that there was a cheering section. And despite that being a really, really bad idea and self-destructive and all that, I think about it and get turned on.

I like the taste of cum. I always have. I still think that I could have happily sucked Dad off even before I was allowed to have sex, and it might have made the waiting more bearable. But as the years went by, I just liked cum inside me more and more, to the point where that's pretty much all I want now.

I guess it's like erogenous zones though. Foreplay can't just be about tits and pussy. If you concentrate on one pleasure center, eventually you'll wear it out. So I think that I'll enjoy blowjobs more. Maybe give more of them to people I'm not planning on fucking. Just be friendly.

This was a ramble through various things, not all of them completely pleasant, but thanks for sticking with me, if you did.

Random Fiction - Wanted and Had

Wanted

They caught the young fugitive after a harrowing chase through the fields. She was panting as Bill sat on her, hog-tied her, and pulled her to her feet. "You're coming with us," he said.

Karen gave him a strange look, standing at his side, watching the proceedings unfold. The fugitive strained against the bonds futilely, worn out from the pursuit. And Bill realized that he was gripping a very attractive, very naked woman, fugitive or no. "Special treatment?" he asked his wife hopefully.

"Special treatment," Karen nodded with a smile.

And maybe it was Bill's imagination, but their captive seemed to relax in his arms. Maybe she was just too tired to resist. Or maybe she felt the swelling of Bill's cock in her back and wanted more.

There was no reason to hurry her back to jail. They left her tied and went to the truck to get something, anything, to play with. Finally they settled on a beer bottle. Bill loved seeing his wife stroke the tied girl's slit, then slide the neck of the bottle into her, which made the teen wince and squirm away, then sink down with a muffled sigh and grunt. Bill held her up while his wife slowly worked their captive into a frenzy, his wife's hand sometimes straying to stroke her captive's breast or her own.

Then, still tied, the teen was bent over the bed of the truck, and Karen nodded and held her down. The fugitive seemed to know what was coming, and she didn't resist, didn't say a word as Bill's hard cock speared her. She was still tight, even after being reamed with the bottle, and Bill found himself close in a heartbeat.

"Inside me, please," begged the teen beneath him, panting, the first words she'd spoken. Bill's wife smiled and nodded. And who was he to refuse? He thrust a few more times into the delightful warm wetness, and then he gripped the teenage hips and spent himself inside her, until it felt like cum was all around him. She sighed beneath him.

Even after, when they'd told the girl that they were letting her go, that she could run away and they wouldn't chase her, she stayed. And she refused to be untied. Even as Bill fucked her again, even as Karen sat on her face, the captive stayed bound, if not by law, then by lust.

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Had

Bill and Karen both looked at each other, shocked. Neither had intended to overhear their teen daughter's conversation, but they had been walking past her room and couldn't help but hear. "I just can't cum. No matter how hard I try," Gretchen said into the phone, in hushed tones. "I've tried everything you said. I really want to." Bill turned away, red as a beet, and Karen pushed him down the hall.

"God, what a conversation to walk past," Bill said shakily.

"The poor thing," said Karen, almost at the same moment.

"What?" Bill asked, perhaps more shocked now than he had been before.

"Come on Bill, you know how much I love getting off. I bet Gretch would love it too."

Bill stared for a moment, then he nodded. "Yeah, okay, the poor thing," he said, finally.

"The thing I don't understand is why she can't," said Karen, musing as she pulled her shirt off, almost absently. Bill watched his wife talk to herself and strip. "I mean, I'm practically on a hair trigger. I wonder what she's tried."

They made love. Bill wasn't expecting it, the middle of the day, talking about their daughter. They tried to muffle their noises, to keep Gretchen and her friend from hearing. Karen seemed insatiable. But finally, in the afterglow, she curled around Bill, sweaty and happy, and whispered, "We should teach her."

Nothing more was said. Nothing more needed to be said. Bill was no longer shocked.

That Saturday, the family went for a picnic to a secluded spot, and Karen said, "Gretch, your father and I want to make you cum." Just like that. Bill expected an outburst, but Gretchen just blushed a little and nodded. "I think you need to be restrained, so you won't do anything you shouldn't," said Karen, and again, Gretchen just nodded. "Gretch, get naked. Bill, tie her up and hold her. Mommy's going to show her just what to do."

Bill was shocked, but he found himself doing as his wife commanded, His little girl. Naked. Bound. His hands were on her. And heaven help him, he was getting turned on. Karen clearly was too, as she slipped her blouse down a little, showing she had no bra on and her nipples were hard as steel.

But her mother's skilled hands and a vibrator still didn't make Gretchen cum. Bill even found himself stroking his daughter's naked flesh, all thoughts but sex gone from his head. Gretchen cried out, writhed, tensed, but still, no orgasm. "Bill," Karen said to him, in the same normal tone she always used, notwithstanding that she was running a large vibrator in and out of her daughter's drenched pussy. "Bill, I think she needs you."

"Me?"

"Yes, please Daddy," begged Gretchen, moaning. "Please."

Bill felt his pants pulled down by his wife, his hard cock jutting out as Karen grabbed it and guided it without comment into Gretchen's wet space. "Oh yes!" Gretchen moaned, and Bill found himself moaning too.

And then he felt her cum on him, and he couldn't stop himself or move, and he spurted hot seed into his daughter's spasming pussy.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to hold out," said his daughter's weak voice, as if from a great distance. "I thought I was going to cum a million times. Thank God you're good at keeping me in check."

"Was it worth it?" That was Karen. What were they talking about. Bill was a million miles away, his still-hard cock in something warm. Something very warm which sounded like his daughter. But that couldn't be, could it?

"God yes." Nope, that was definitely Gretchen. He opened his eyes, and it wasn't a dream. They were in a field, and Gretchen was sitting on his cock, and she was tied up, and Karen was smiling at him.

"Welcome back," she said, kissing him long and hard.

"Yeah, welcome back Daddy," said Gretchen, squirming around to face him and giving him a decidedly un-daughterly kiss. "You were wonderful, although next time I'll expect a bit more stamina."

"What?" Bill was almost ready to faint, except that he felt so good.

"Silly, Mom and me worked this all out," said Gretchen. "What, you think I talk about cumming with my friends? Come on. With Mom's genes, I've been cumming since I was old enough to walk."

"Well, maybe a little older than that," laughed Karen.

"So this was all a setup?"

"Call it an awakening," said Karen, putting her arm around Gretchen's still-bound shoulders, and mother and daughter smiled and waited for Bill to figure it out. And he did, with a bit of help.

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There may be FFF this week, but I haven't heard about it, so I wrote this instead. I'm not usually that into bondage, but this one seemed... a little less about the bondage and more about something else. Maybe the two older figures are raping the girl, but it didn't look like it to me. She looked impassioned, not imperiled.

I meant to write the second story, but then the first one came to me and I wrote it. I don't think the two are related, but maybe they are. I used the same names because I could, not because I was attempting to draw some parallel. Different universes, same people? I don't really know or care. Just two fun stories.

If there isn't a FFF this week, feel free to steal this picture and use it for whatever challenge you like. I had to look a bit for a good one this week; the random spinner kept giving me uninspiring material. But then I hit this one, and it was clearly inspiring, even if it's not the greatest picture ever.

Watching is Fun, if Frustrating

Yesterday's post barely deserved to be regarded as one, but I was having a bad day and I was sick and tired of Blogger's idiocy. I wish I had the money to pay for this blog to be on its own server or something. But I don't.

Anyway, today's post will be somewhat less of a crap-fest.

I finally got to see Jodie and Thom fuck. Woohoo!

Sveta was in class and I was killing time in her room with Jodie. Jodie said, "Just got a text from Thom; he's in the area and wanted to stop by, but I've got class in a bit too. Can he hang out with you for a while?" Like she even needed to ask.

She left just before he knocked at the door. I blew him a kiss from where I was sitting, and he sat down next to me. We chatted. It was nice to talk to him one on one; not that I begrudge the young 'uns or anything, but honestly... I've been feeling incredibly self-conscious about my age and always hanging around in a dorm room. So talking with someone who's closer to me, temporally, was nice. We talked about various things before the conversation moved into the sexual, and Thom is much, much less shy about talking about sex than Jodie is.

He wanted to know all about Mike, and I told him an edited version. I hadn't told Jodie about my sisters, but I talked with Thom about double-teaming Mike with Sheri (and Mari too, when she wanted to) and Thom was about as jealous as could be, although he was slightly mollified by telling him that, should he ever be in the same room with Sheri and me, we would totally tag-team him too. Which is true. I'm pretty sure that Sheri would be up for fucking just about anyone with me, and Thom's a friend of mine. No, that makes Sheri sound really slutty. She'd do it for me. And also because she'd probably fuck Thom solo, because hey, he's no slouch in the sack and I've fucked him, so she'd want in on that action.

I'm still keeping mum about Mom and Dad's involvement, but I figure it's only a matter of time. Sveta might spill the beans before I do, at least as far as telling Thom and Jodie that she's fucked my dad. She's kind of turned on by that fact, even now.

Then conversation turned to Thom and Jodie, and I got to hear all about Thom's perspective of their relationship, which was nice because it reassured me that, even if it might be a little out-of-balance, power-wise, Thom's not abusing Jodie. He says he wants her to spread her wings a little, although he admitted that he does love the fact that she's exclusive to him. He's not a gadabout either; he's had a few other encounters, but not a huge number, at least not that he's willing to admit to.

I told him that I found the idea of the two siblings fucking to be pretty damn hot, and he agreed and said he was jonesing for a fix of his sister's lovin' notwithstanding his enjoyment of Sveta and me. Which I completely understand; even if I get properly fucked every day by someone who knows what he's doing, I still miss making love with Mike and Dad. So I told Thom that he should get some when Jodie came back, and he said, "Oh, you just want to see my sister naked." Uh, yeah. Did I stutter?

He seemed like he'd be interested more in fucking me than Jodie, and we started making out, but I wouldn't let him get my clothes off. "Save it for Jodie," was my mantra, even when I had his pants down and was sucking his cock. I rarely give head for the sake of it any more, which is something I didn't think I minded, but I guess I miss it more than I thought. I really got into it, teasing him but not letting him cum, until he basically begged me, at which point I said, "Only if you promise to give your sister the next load." What was he going to do? I'm not sorry; she needed it as much as he did.

Since I knew he wasn't going to cum inside me, I was perfectly happy to suck him dry, and he came prodigiously, testament to my skills as a tease I suppose. As I was cleaning him up, Jodie knocked at the door (very politely, although unnecessarily I thought). So my cleanup progressed into rehabilitation, and then I sat back and said, "Okay, now it's your turn."

Jodie didn't know what I meant for a moment, then she blushed, but when Thom said, "Fine," and grinned, Jodie agreed. He never orders her around, but she's pretty obedient anyway. Like I said, not a dynamic with which I am totally and completely comfortable, but it works for them, and until I see evidence otherwise, I just have to assume that it's okay.

I tried to stay unobtrusive without being creepy; I even offered to turn my back for a while or to leave (since I never insisted I get to watch; I just insisted that Thom give his sister a good fuck). But Jodie said, blushing, "No, it's okay, I want you to see." She reminds me a bit of Sveta in the early days. I just sat back and enjoyed.

They wasted very little time getting naked; Jodie's shyness vanished when she looked into her brother's eyes, and it was like I wasn't even there for a while. She's not as pretty as Sveta. I'm not just saying that to please my honey either. Not that Jodie isn't cute, but she's just a little less cute than Sveta. Enormous nipples, wider hips, breasts which droop a little, and a small, thick patch of dark hair between her legs which she obviously trims but doesn't shave. I'd fuck her, I would. But just to give some idea of her looks. Thom looks swarthier than Jodie does; it must be from their mother.

Amusingly enough, once the clothes came off, Thom was actually more self-conscious about it, although he'd never shown an inkling of self-consciousness before. Jodie only had eyes for him; he kept looking around out of the corner of his eye at me. But then, being watched is something which tends to make one self-conscious. It was just interesting that she's the shyer one and didn't care.

Foreplay featured her nipples heavily; she seems to be hyper-sensitive. He pinched and rubbed and sucked, and while he was sucking he slipped a finger between her legs and started fingering too, and pretty soon she was gasping. She moaned, "Oh, brother, I'm going to cum, please make me cum," and then she did. She cums like a little girl; she just sucks in a breath and then shivers a few times before relaxing and breathing out. I could teach her to ride that wave. But that's my ego talking.

Anyway, after she came, he hopped up, licked his fingers (good boy) and flipped her over and was inside her almost before I realized he had moved. If I hadn't sucked him off earlier, I bet he wouldn't have lasted a minute (he was hard up for her, no lie) but instead, I got to see him fucking her. From behind, he was a little rougher, and she moaned a lot, but then he pulled back and she flipped over and I got to see her pussy properly for the first time before he was between her legs again. She has a dark pussy to match her dark nipples, with lips to match the nipples in size. Not sloppy, just lippy. Seeing him slip into her was great; I almost reached down and started playing with myself.

Then she looked over at me, like she was seeing me for the first time, and smiled. "I love my brother," she said, like that was the only thing to say, and I guess it was. He was gentle in missionary, in and out slowly, and they kissed and she said to me, "Doesn't he make you hot?"

I nodded with a smile, and she smiled, and then forgot about me again. A minute later, he whispered something in her ear and pulled out. She looked at him the whole time, right up until she had her lips wrapped around his cock and he was cumming into her mouth, and then she looked at me again, and it was like electricity. She just had this incredibly satisfied, sexual, and yet innocent look. Sexy as hell.

Thom had to leave before Sveta got back; he basically cleaned up and left, Jodie lying on her bed naked and happy, me pent up and wishing he could stay and fuck me. Needless to say, Sveta was crushed that she'd missed the show for about five seconds after she walked through the door, until I grabbed her and basically jammed my tongue into her stomach. After the intense lovemaking, which Jodie sat on her bed naked and watched, interested, Sveta went back to wishing she'd been there. Jodie said, "Oh, you'll be there next time."

There are warring parts of me right now: one part would love to get Jodie involved with some other people; the other part doesn't want to force anything and thinks that what she and Thom have is pretty special. For right now, I think watching them, possibly while doing some fun things of our own, is all Sveta and I have planned, but the future is the future, and who knows? If I could just get Mike to visit...

Dear Blogger

I like paragraph tags (they are standards-compliant and they enable me to write HTML that can be styled in fun ways). And I like new features (like the various things you always talk about). Why must you make those two things incompatible? Are you afraid that your users are too stupid to use paragraph tags? Did you forget that they can turn them off themselves?

Love (not really),

Lexi

Sveta Is Nothing If Not Obliging

I believe someone said, when I posted the picture of my ass, that they wanted to see Sveta in the same position, only with no panties. I wasn't prepare to do it, but Sveta insisted. Thank her.

Oh, and for those of you who suspect that we're playacting these parts, that I'm just as enthusiastic about showing off as she is... well, let's just say that I may exaggerate a bit for comic effect, but she's really much more of a photo-taker than I am. Although I took this photo. And then made her stand there while I ate her out sloppily. She tasted like sweet corn. Not a bad thing.

Random Fiction - Leaving

Tara shifted and Tamara winced. “Do you have to go?” Tara asked sleepily.

“You know I do.” Tamara shifted the garters, still naked save for stockings. Damn, she had hoped to get out without waking her sister.

“Couldn’t you just stay here with me?” Tamara winced again. Tara had a way of making that proposition extremely tempting. Even now, she was shifting, as if unconsciously, her flesh coming into view. Tamara could see the love bites from last night.

“It’s a job. We need the money.” But it wasn’t just a job. It was something more.

Turning tricks had always been Tamara’s job. Tara wasn’t suited to the life of a whore; she was too fragile, too easily hurt. And too easily in love. And Tamara wanted her sister only in love with one person: Tamara. “I won’t be gone long. My regular Friday client offered to pay double if I’d let a friend join in.”

“You’ll do that?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep food on the table.” Tamara made it sound like a hardship, when she was looking forward to it. Her Friday client was good to her, and the prospect of two cocks sliding into her made her wet just to think about it. “It’s not so bad. You’d probably like it.”

“No,” sighed Tara, turning away. “You know how I feel about that.” And that was just it. Tamara knew exactly how her sister felt about it. “Kiss me before you go,” Tara pleaded, suddenly childlike and hurt-looking, and Tamara couldn’t refuse.

She was late for her client and had to make up for it in ways she hadn’t expected. And the whole time, she thought of her twin sister at home, the love of her life, the anchor around her neck.

---

This started out being sexier than it wound up being. I have experience with having to get up and leave someone I love lying there, wishing I could stay. But I don't resent it in the way Tamara seems to. I guess I was exploring that resentment, that love and hate. Plus whores. Yay.

I would have played FFF this week had I known that there was a substitute host, but I didn't, so I didn't. Still, there was a substitute host, and you could head over there and see who did play.

Like Riding a Bicycle

Sveta and I were having a talk the other day about things that turn us on (why not, right?) and she mentioned that she'd seen some porn with pissing and was interested in it, in an intellectual sort of way. She asked me why I liked it, having seen by now the blog posts where I talk about it. And my brain came to a crashing halt.

Because, see, I'm not sure why I like it. It's been so long since I did anything involving watersports. A long time. I know I enjoyed it once, and I still find it sexy, in a sort of naughty way. But do I want Sveta to piss in my mouth?

Sveta says she's up for anything, but Sveta wants to make me happy, and I'm not sure I care enough to get back into it with her. And that still doesn't answer the question of what about it makes me turned on. I admit that watching a man piss onto a willing woman (and sometimes even a restrained one, although that's darker territory that I don't enjoy even as I enjoy it) turns me on. And in the past, I wanted to be that woman. But why?

Maybe it's degradation. Maybe I want to degrade myself. And as I get older, I don't really want to degrade anyone as much. I don't want to be called a slut, or slapped, or hit, or any of the other rough things I might once have been up for. I don't want anonymous, rough, degrading sex. But the idea still turns me on.

Or maybe it's sexualization of an activity that isn't sexual. Maybe watersports, like masturbating to Disney movies or getting off on wearing certain non-sexual clothes, is a relic of my past. I'm not saying I mind that sex creeps into other things; it's a part of life, and the way I live, it's bound to get wound up in other aspects of my life.

Maybe I once had an answer. Or maybe I never thought about it. But either way, I'm not sure now. In fact, I'm not totally sure why a lot of things turn me on. Most of them just do. Is it a bad thing to over-analyze your predilections, or is it worse to under-analyze them?

So I told her I didn't know why, and that I hadn't done it in a while, and that I'd be happy to do whatever she'd like, but I wasn't in desperate need of it or anything. Which wasn't a very good answer, so I said that maybe I should tell her some stories about it and she could judge for herself, and after some stories, with assorted questions, she said that she might like to try it some time, but the idea of drinking piss kind of squicked her. To which I replied that I understood that completely, because frankly, at this point, the idea squicks me a little too, and it probably squicked me when I was younger, but I was so intent on proving that I could do anything that I just did it and acquired a taste for it.

But maybe it's not like riding a bicycle. Maybe it's a taste which faded as I got out of practice. And if I don't miss it, much, then I might be content to just let it fade away. Unless, of course, someone wants to try it after reading this, in which case, we'll start slow.

Five

Five years ago on this day I started this blog with this post. Go back and read it if you'd like, relive the memories (not that I imagine there were many people who actually read it the first day it was up), whatever.

Now, five years later, it's a bit different. I'm not 20-something (gasp). I have fewer stories to tell, and I get off less on telling them than I used to because I've run out of the exciting ones and most of the ones that remain are more banal, at least to my mind. I have less time and energy.

I'm not stopping. But I'm reevaluating. And I'm having to slow down a bit because, let's face it, blogs are no substitute for real life.

A lot of very nice people (well, a lot relatively speaking anyway) have said that they don't care, that they want me to continue as I have been, even if I'm not constantly telling exciting stories. They like the blog, and that touches me. Several have gone so far as to say that they wish I would branch out into more fiction, the way some of my fellow bloggers do. Hell, a few have even said they'd read something I wrote even if it weren't erotic at all.

Basically, I love each and every one of you, and I hope you'll bear with me as I try to sort things out a bit. And if things change in a way you don't like, I hope you won't hate me for doing what I have to do. I'm not saying that it's not my blog to do with what I please, but it pleases me to please you in some way. Without you, I wouldn't be blogging, I'd be masturbating. And that's not as interesting.

Flash Fiction Friday is wonderful, and I wish I had the ability to do it every week. Lately, things have conspired to stop me. I could see doing fiction, but it would be a different blog then, and I'm not sure I shouldn't just start a different blog if that's what I'm planning on doing. There are also concerns of paranoia; every day this blog is up is a day that I worry, just a little, that it will hurt someone I love. In hindsight, I'm not sure it was a good idea to start blogging as I did; I should have been more circumspect. And now I'm faced with the choice: do I continue as I have and worry more and more, or do I stop and disappoint people?

I'm thinking about things. That's where I am. I wrote this in advance, just in case I wasn't able to make it online on the actual anniversary, so rest assured that I'm thinking about things.

To keep this from being overly depressing, here's an old snapshot I dug out of the box. I'm not sure when or where it was taken, but it was a happy time. I'm in there somewhere. I'll leave it to you to figure out where; it shouldn't be difficult. Simpler times, simpler pleasures. It's perhaps more graphic than usual, but I'm tired of teasing, I guess.

Maybe TMI Tuesday

The TMI questions haven't spoken to me of late, or I haven't been around to answer them, but I was looking for something to do and stumbled upon this list of 168 questions, which I shall endeavor to answer, even though many of them are bad/stupid. It'll be fun. Really.

1. Do you think it’s rad to have alcoholism? Nope. Not at all.
2. have you had sex Yes. Yes I have.
3. who won the world cup in 1956 Ah, the internet is replete with information. No one did. They didn't have one that year.
4. what is your favorite instrument? I like the guitar a lot, because I can play it.
5. Why am I sad? If you find out, let me know because I am a lot too.
6. Do you like cheesecake? Not really. Sacrilege, I know.
7. Where are you? At Sveta's. The internet has been partially resolved.
8. why the fuck is this screen moving in rainbow colors? LSD? Answering a question with a question.
9. whos on first Yes, yes he is.
10. you hungry? A little.
11. why 42
12. why does light bend on water Because the relative densities of water and air are different, and the speed of light is dependent on the medium through which the light is moving.
13. anything? well.. why did we decide to call the sky blue? We didn't. The sky is blue sometimes, but I'm pretty sure that blue came before the sky was called blue.
14. Who is the most beautiful woman in my life right now? Your life? Me? No, probably not.
15. Do you enjoy ana sex? I'm going to go out on a limb and say that they meant anal, not anorexic (which is bad, kids) and yes, I do like anal sex.
16. What does it mean if it hurts when I pee? Damnit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a urologist!
17. how old are you? Older than I'd like to be.
18. are you a fucking idiot? Only sometimes.
19. shortest time to run a mile No idea. A long time. I hate running long distances. Sprints were always my thing, and I don't run at all any more.
20. i am bored. whats should i do? Learn to type.
21. how are you? I've been better, but I've been worse.
22. will you fundle my breasts? Sure. Present them.
23. Do you eat poop? Nope. Squicks me out something terrible.
24. Do you like carrots? Sure.
25. how old are you Just answered that one, and at least the previous question had a question mark.
26. how old are you? (no homo) :D Wow, people have a lot of spare time. Like me.
27. Have you ever liked a poison frog No, poison frogs are terrible mooches, at least the ones I've known. Maybe if I just gave them a chance... Oh, you meant have I licked a poison frog. No. Sounds like a bad idea.
28. do u suck penises Yes.
29. hola Como esta? I don't speak Spanish.
30. What is your favorite animal? Cats, probably. I'm okay with dogs, but I really love cats. Sveta and I are thinking of getting one when we get a place of our own.
31. Do you like waffles? Yes. Yes I do.
32. Shits on dicks when you see tits? Not to the best of my knowledge.
33. who is the smartest person in the world Certainly not you.
34. What is your purpose? Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? As good as any, I guess.
35. weiner? If it's a sausage, sure. If it's a cock, sure.
36. virgin or not? Not for a long time.
37. do you believe in the tooth fairy? Yes. I just don't have any more teeth to give him.
38. Do you put used toilet paper in the toilet or trash can? Toilet. Who uses a trash can?
39. What degree should I get from college? Not theater. Probably something medical.
40. why aren’t we just nice to each other? Because some people just won't learn, so we have to hit them really hard.
41. are you a negro? Are you a racist?
42. what is your sexuality? Anywhere I can find it.
43. Have you ever sucked a penis on someone with breasts? No. I would though.
44. green? Lemon curry?
45. are you a lesbian When the situation calls for it.
46. When will I be rich. When you learn to ask questions with question marks, and then only if you wish really, really hard on a big old star.
47. Are you a psychic? Yes. I can see into the future for almost two seconds sometimes.
48. Are you awesome? Maybe. I'll leave that to my critics to answer.
49. sup? Lemon curry?
50. Are you gay? If the situation calls for it.
51. If you could take any reality tv show off air, which one would it be? All of them?
52. are u horny Why, yes, yes I am.
53. What’s up? A direction.
54. can you fly? In my dreams sometimes, or if I got a valid pilot's license and didn't repudiate the Bernouli principal.
55. who are you To quote myself: "I have a sex life that some people seem to find entertaining to read about, so I write about it when I can. But I'm no stranger than anyone else, really. Just looking for love."
56. what’s your favorite color? Red, purple, or black.
57. How hot am i? Get a thermometer and see.
58. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? Egypt maybe. Russia maybe.
59. how do I tell my boss I want a raise?! You: "Hi Boss, I'd like a raise." Boss: "Sorry, you don't properly capitalize things."
60. have you ever been in love with your bestfriend ?? Yes.
61. do you like latin women? Some of them.
62. Do you like drugs, and if yes which ones and how often do you use them? Not really so much any more. And only ever pot.
63. have you had sex with both genders? Yep.
64. Drugs=awesome, correct? Incorrect.
65. why are there so many colours? Because the cones in our eyes can distinguish that many. A better question might be, "Why can't we see some colors?" but that's a topic for another day.
66. are you gay? Are you?
67. what makes the world go around? Inertia. What started it moving? No idea.
68. Do you like me? Sure, why not.
69. are you gay? Lemon curry?
70. Why do bees hum? Their wings beat at such a high rate that we perceive it as humming.
71. what are you A redhead with too much time on her hands right now.
72. What are you? Not John K. That much is certain.
73. Are you female or male? Female.
74. can i see boobs Are you blind? If so, probably not. If not, seek some out and I bet you'll be able to see them.
75. blonde or brunette? Neither.
76. how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? 14.3 cubic feet per minute.
77. whats going to happen in 2012? A lot of the same old crap, I imagine.
78. are you pointless? Probably.
79. Do you prefer joints of bongs? Is that like a joint of mutton?
80. Who are you? Lemon curry?
81. When will the world end? When we finally achieve lasting Mid-East peace, I bet.
82. will i pass? For what? A human being? Probably.
83. do you like arcade fire? Nope.
84. Here we are all by ourselves? Lemon curry?
85. Do you have a tattoo? No. I might get one one day though.
86. what’s music? Webster's defines music as "vocal, instrumental, or mechanical sounds having rhythm, melody, or harmony." Works for me.
87. what time is it? Past my bedtime.
88. penis or vagina? Both please, as many as you have.
89. what is it? Lemon curry?
90. do you want to play a game? Global Thermonuclear war.
91. Have you ever posted naked pics of yourself on the internet? If so, where? Yes, and here.
92. are you gay ? Yes, okay, fine, you talked me into it. I'm gay! Out of the closet with me!
93. Are you fat? Sometimes I'm fatter than I'd like to be, but that's narcissistic of me to say.
94. is megan fox hot? Eh.
95. are you a racist? Are you the person who asked about negroes earlier?
96. Sex life? Yes please.
97. Can you juggle? A little.
98. scemo di merda nil carborundum
99. where am i going? Around the sun, I imagine.
100. What’s the meaning of life? 42
101. do you know god? We've chatted.
102. hai bb Lemon curry?
103. kirk or picard Kirk. Sorry Picard, you're hot and all, but Kirk is my man.
104. what is your favorite color Light Tuesday.
105. How are you today? Better than worse, worse than better.
106. Are you My evil twin? I don't know; I don't think I'm evil. Maybe you're mine.
107. what is the temperature of the sun? Hot.
108. What is your favorite TV show? Futurama, why not. Pat answer.
109. how old are you? 30, okay. I have become ancient.
110. how many fingers am I holding up? More than -1, less than 25.
111. what’s your name? Lexi.
112. what? Who?
113. What shall I do now? Frankly my dear, I don't give a rat's ass.
114. what is this? What is that?
115. What’s with the rainbow crawl background? More LSD?
116. Are you gay? No, in the time between the last time I answered this question and now, I was successfully converted by a televangelist.
117. how aRE YOU Why are you?
118. What’s the first 100 digits of pi? "3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209 7494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651 3282306647093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102 7019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461 2847564823378678316527120190914564856692346034861045432 6648213393607260249141273724587006606315588174881520920 9628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841 4695194151160943305727036575959195309218611738193261179" That's probably enough.
119. do you like cats as much as my kitten cars? I have no idea.
120. how big is your dick? Huge. Massive. Gargantuan.
121. do you like pink? Yes.
122. What city do you live in? Anywhereville USA.
123. What is your favorite snack Kettle chips. So bad for you, but so good.
124. rim jobs? good or not? I'm not a huge fan of receiving, and I don't really like to give. Okay, I guess.
125. what color shirt am i wearing? Lemon curry?
126. are you gay Thank god, I was afraid I'd never break the brainwashing. That damn televangelist. Yes! I'm out again!
127. Yo bitch, Do you ever think that we will discover life outside of our terrestial zone? I don't think there's life inside your terrestrial zone, my friend.
128. What do most people ask you? Take off your shirt! No, only kidding. Lots of things, depending on how well they know me.
129. how your dog? Dead. I've made peace with it.
130. Why should I even bother getting up I wouldn't if I were you.
131. do you like rim jobs? At this point, I'd take any job.
132. do you love me No. Fellow human feeling, certainly, but not love.
133. How do u sex? Examine the pubic region for the genital opening, then determine if the item is male or female based on experience.
134. will you think twice before you touch my girl? Do you treat her well? Then yes. If not, probably yes anyway.
135. are you stupid I'm beginning to think so.
136. Which do you prefer dicks or vagina? That's a hard question to answer. Possibly vagina by a thin margin.
137. Do you have two eyeballs? Yes.
138. do you like tom hanks? He's okay.
139. what is your favorite drink? OJ, straight up.
140. have you ever spanked the monkey in the rain Yes, actually, I have, if that can refer to a woman masturbating.
141. what the fuck is up bro? A direction. I told you already. No need to get snippy.
142. How big is your penis? Tiny. I lied before.
143. do you eat cum Yep. Cheerfully.
144. how is it possible? Many things are.
145. What’s your favorite part about sex? Penetration. Or creampies. Or making my girl cum. I like a lot of things about sex.
146. when was the universe created A long time ago. I believe in dinosaurs.
147. What’s you opinion on the reformation? Martin Luther had a few decent ideas, but like all people with decent ideas (Jesus, I'm looking in your direction too) people came along and misinterpreted those ideas for the worse.
148. what’s your favorite monkey? Golden lion tamarin.
149. Do you like beef Yes. I feel guilty about that, but I love beef.
150. what if i said i love you? I'd wonder about your mental state.
151. what are you Not easily quantified.
152. would you like them ffitted? Lemon curry?
153. How old are you? Old enough to know better?
154. what is this It's a bad question.
155. have you ever tried to lick your elbow? Not until just now.
156. what is the easiest way to blow shit up? ANFO probably. That's Mythbusters talking.
157. What pisses you off the most? Injustice.
158. My husband smokes weed more than he spends time with me. Should I be worried? Yes, I'd say so.
159. How did the world begin I'm leaning toward the Big Bang, but honestly, I don't really care.
160. who are you No one of importance.
161. do you like dick? Do you like Jane?
162. What do you like? All sorts of things.
163. Who has the best breasts? I'll just have to look at them all and get back to you.
164. how big is your dick? Don't have one. Fooled you.
165. am i rich I'm guessing not, because most people aren't, and won't be, no matter what anyone says.
166. Whats up? Your lack of apostrophe.
167. WEED? No, I till; it aerates the soil and returns the nutrients to it.
168. have u ever let a guy fuck u in the ass Yes.

Wow, those were bad. In fairness, they were supposed to be. They were just an example of all the stupid questions people ask. But I had a bit of fun with them, I think.

Thom's a Trooper

He wasn't as pleased that Jodie told us about them as we expected. He hid it well, but I could tell he wished she hadn't, at least until she told him that I was a fellow sister of brotherly love, and that Sveta was... well, she'd done my brother too. Then Thom got more enthusiastic.

This was all in the context of us going to Thom's house for a day trip. Jodie drove, which was good because, in all honesty and to my shame, I couldn't have afforded the gas. But we had a free day, so we jaunted to Thom's place. Jodie goes there all the time; how else is she going to get good loving.

We were less direct than we had been the first time (again, I speak of Sveta and I as if we're a collective, and if that ain't love I don't know what is), possibly because we were still processing the whole Thom/Jodie sex thing. I know, it's weird that we'd have to process it, but maybe we were. Or maybe, having done it once, we weren't in such dire need of rushing into it, and we wanted to get to know the owner of our prospective two-time cock better. Or possibly we were just tired from the drive. I was, although I was also horny from the drive because I had to sit next to my sweetie and pressing against her nubile flesh is just about all I can stand.

Drinks were had, shop was talked, clothes were shed, it being such a warm day (and really, what's up with the weather?) and soon enough we were all in various states of undress, Jodie retaining a shirt over her bra and panties, me totally topless, Sveta and Thom in underwear of the respective sort. Actually, Thom was wearing briefs, which was kind of cute. I'm normally a boxer gal, even though the bulges show up better in briefs, but in this case, I enjoyed it. Dark blue with white piping. Cute.

Despite Sveta's desire to see Jodie and Thom make love, they seemed like they weren't totally comfortable with that idea yet (but give it time; they did kiss quite passionately for us, with Jodie blushing like a rose), but Jodie said, since we all knew the score, she was going to stick around for the main event this time, and Sveta and I were okay with that. I honestly can't remember whether I'd had any oral from Thom the first time; I find it hard to believe that I wouldn't have, but it was probably in the midst of him fucking Sveta. He went down on me properly this time, and while he's not the greatest I've ever had, he's no slouch. Also, I'm pretty easy to please. Watching Sveta suck his cock down her throat (she's gotten really good at deepthroating in the past year) just heightened the experience, and I came over the course of a minute, just riding the wave, not hard, but very nicely.

It was natural for Sveta to switch from him to me, and just as natural for him to start fucking her hard from behind, pumping into her while gripping her hips until he left red impressions of his fingers on her thighs. She didn't mind; Sveta was dying for it. I looked up in the middle of building to another O and saw Jodie looking at us with this expression on her face that was half lust and half burning jealousy. It was slightly disconcerting, but the lust was winning out, and anyway I had better things to do than to worry about her look. I ate cum off my sweetie's back while fingering her until she was moaning, and then dove down for some quick oral nudges until she clamped my head between her legs like a vice and drenched my face.

Then we settled back, all naked except for Jodie, and talked and drank some more, enjoyed the day, watched a movie, and in the middle of it Thom got hard again (which had nothing to do with me wrapping my mouth around his cock, I assure you) and I sat in his lap and gyrated until Jodie scolded us for interrupting the movie and then giggled and paused. If she's jealous, she sure loves to watch anyway. God, having a cock inside me was wonderful; I miss my more regular sex life, I don't mind admitting. Maybe this could become regular.

Sveta got a blast in the face, and I think Jodie wanted to clean her brother up but didn't. Then we finished the movie. I was still really horny though; I think I miss creampies even more. Sveta confessed afterward that she misses them too. I don't know if we can trust Thom and Jodie that far yet, but maybe we should broach the subject. Jodie gave the impression that when they fuck, it's always bareback, although she likes him to cum in her mouth, so maybe not.

I was sober by the time we had to go home, while Jodie was sloshed and Sveta was kind of tipsy. So I got to drive home, still wanting more. Ah well. There's always next time. Anyway, Thom was a very gracious host, and we have plans to meet up with him again, either him at our place or we at his, soonest. I don't know what kind of social agenda outside Jodie he has, but I don't think it's that expansive.

Cheeky Minx

Sveta must be feeling bad for not having internet I can use, because she's inflicting all sorts of tortures on me in order to bring you the very latest in pictures of me in unguarded moments. So, just for you:

Okay, so it's been warm, and maybe I was being a bit revealing, but still, to pounce on me with camera blazing and shoot up my skirt? That's not fair at all.

There's More Than One Way

I've been dying to talk about this, because it actually happened last week but, due to various reasons, I couldn't talk about it until now.

Mystery solved. Jodie and Thom are lovers.

It actually wasn't that much of a mystery. Sveta, Jodie, and I were hanging out one day, and talk turned to Thom and what a good guy he is, and Sveta just asked, "So, what's the deal with you and your brother?" I would have been more tactful, maybe. Maybe not.

"Oh, you mean are we lovers? Yeah." So said Jodie. And that was that. She didn't try to hide it or anything. I'm not sure why; I probably would have been more circumspect.

It turns out that they're only half-siblings; Jodie's mom married Thom's dad when he was young, and Jodie was born of said marriage. Not that it's any less remarkable for that; they were raised together and never thought of each other as anything else but brother and sister. He's about five years older than Jodie, and they were always quite close because their parents are both away a lot and they looked out for each other. So when Thom learned about sex from a friend, that friend apparently neglected to put any limits on what girl you should ask, so he went home and asked Jodie if she wanted to try something out.

Their first time was right after that question was answered in the affirmative. I didn't press for details, but I get the feeling that they were pretty young. She says it was magical, and I have no reason to doubt it. Their parents have no idea what the kids have been doing either; Jodie and Thom have been fucking like rabbits for years, but as far as most people are concerned, they're just good siblings.

Apparently Jodie seems prudish because she's really devoted to Thom and doesn't have eyes for anyone else. I'm not sure it's entirely healthy, her level of devotion; she worships him, essentially. She's never had sex with anyone but him. And she enjoys watching him fuck other girls. But far be it for me to judge any more than those past sentences just did. Their relationship works. They love each other. He doesn't order her around or anything, although I bet if he asked her do to something, she'd do it.

I wanted to know why she was telling us all this, and she said she thought we were the sort of girls who could be trusted with a secret. At which point Sveta gave me a look which seemed to say, "So, tell her already and let her know she's right." So I admitted that I'd had suspicions because I knew the type. Which lead to me admitting that I've had sex with my brother. And then I was glad the topic of conversation turned to the intricacies of brotherly love, and didn't require me to reveal anything else.

I'm not ashamed. But, even with someone who practices family love, I'm paranoid. It's getting worse with age, I think. Plus, I guess it's one thing to fuck your brother, and quite another to fuck your whole family. Maybe I'm just splitting hairs.

I've only known a few other people who've admitted to incest. I think it's fairly common, but not fairly commonly admitted. Not that I think that people who never have and never would are bad people. But I don't have as much experience with others of my group as people in other subcultures. It's not something you go around advertizing.

So I find it interesting seeing other people's way of going about it. I knew a guy whose father had died, and he admitted that he'd gone to bed with his mother directly after the funeral, though neither of them had ever had any impulses of the sort before. They kept it up for a year or so, and then they mutually agreed that the grieving period was over and it was time to move on, and they never made love again. And I met a man online who told me that he'd had sex with his son, always receiving, never orgasming, never achieving any kind of sexual arousal, but feeling like it was bonding with the son.

Families are all unique. You may think that either of the stories above, or Thom and Jodie, or my family for that matter, are really unhealthy, and I could understand that. I'm not really even being all "shining happy tolerance" right now. I'm just interested in the different things we do as families.

Anyway, short story long, that's the deal with Jodie and Thom. Now she wants to meet Mike. I told her that wasn't likely, but we'd see. He's more and more busy lately. I caught a hint that maybe, and I don't know why, but Jodie might want to fuck him, because he's a brother too. I don't know, maybe that's wishful thinking. I said that I wouldn't mind having a foursome with the three of us gals and Thom, and if I could get Mike, throw him in for good measure. Jodie got shy, which was really cute and also a bit weird, since we'd been talking for an hour in fairly graphic detail about her fucking her brother. She likes it from behind. And has never tried anal, something which I said she had to remedy.

I'm not sure I'll ever get to see Jodie naked. Probably never kiss her. She doesn't seem to be at all interested in anyone else but Thom. But maybe we could watch them. Or so she intimated.

Anyway, with the question answered, talk turned to when we'd get to see Thom again, but I'll leave the answer to that for another post because this one is getting long and rambling.

Still Sans Internet

Which pretty much sucks balls. Not the good way either. I love you all.

Being Internet-Less Sucks

I have the internet sometimes. But not recently. You see, I've been the itinerant gypsy of late, and I can't use certain internet connections to do certain things because I'm more and more paranoid about them. Which is why you haven't seen me around lately. Sorry about that. Life is complicated. Very complicated. Maybe some day it will resolve itself, but not tomorrow.