Thursday, June 23, 2022

Mental Health Update

I've debated posting this, but... I've not been super open on here about my struggles with mental health because this is a smut blog not an inspirational story of how Lexi managed to triumph over disease. But I have mentioned it in passing a few times, and I know some of my readers know some things as well.

Anyway, the past week or so I have really been struggling. Not in a "I'm going to kill myself" kind of way, just in a "I have been having trouble getting it together to do anything other than what absolutely has to be done" kind of way. This is due to some me issues and some medication issues and also because the world is a bit of a garbage fire.

So I haven't had anything interesting to say, which means nothing gets blogged. And I'm sorry about that, but you don't want to read a bunch of posts which are two sentences long about how I didn't feel up to writing anything that day. "Woke up. Masturbated desultorily. Cooked dinner. Went back to bed." That's not smut, that's just boring.

I'm trying to figure out some fixes for the various issues, but I just wanted to put it out there that this was why I was somewhat silent, so as not to worry anyone. I'm okay. I just have very little creative drive at the moment. Also my sex drive has been low too.

Now I'm going to go try to write a Flash Fiction Friday. Sorry there was no TMI Tuesday this week. I would have made up for it by posting some porn, but really, who cares what porn I'm watching.

Saturday, June 18, 2022

How to Handle Liam and Zoe

Liam unexpectedly showed up at the house several days ago when Zoe was around. Fortunately his mom didn't show up too because that would have made things even more interesting, but things were interesting enough. Kate and Kevin are out of town visiting colleges. They grow up so fast, but Kevin seems to be hitting the college search stage early. I'm not sure if that's just the new normal or what. Anyway.

So Liam thought he'd surprise us. And showed up. And then had to endure an hour of awkward small talk where Sveta and I danced around the fact that he'd shown up for a booty call and is decidedly younger than it seems like would be booty call material for us.

He almost left without getting any, which would have suited no one, and we all almost let cats out of bags during the awkward conversation. Finally, Sveta took charge, thank goodness, because I was starting to wonder if it wouldn't just be easier to kill myself.

"Um, Zoe, I know this is awkward, but we know his mom, and... well, she wanted his first time to be in a safe and nurturing environment, so we volunteered," said Sveta, or words to that effect. Honestly, I was so proud of her for being able to say anything coherent.

"Oh my God," said Zoe. "So you're supposed to be having his first time right now and you're stuck talking to me..."

"No, no, that was... a while ago. But we like Liam and he likes us and..." I hastened to interject, now that a course had been charted.

"Oh." Zoe's face fell a little. I honestly think she was excited by the idea of us deflowering a teenager. "So you'd like me to make myself scarce."

"You can join in," said Liam unhelpfully. I gave him a "shut up" look, echoed by Sveta. 

"Zoe is only interested in girls," said Sveta while I was still trying to think of the most diplomatic way to put it. Sometimes straight to the point is best.

"Sorry, you seem nice and all..." said Zoe, sounding like she didn't really mean it. "It's okay. I'll just watch TV down here." And it's a measure of how much I think she's worked through that it didn't sound like she was being passive aggressive about it at all.

There was a bit more discussion, not really of anything new, and then Sveta, Liam, and I went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Next time you're going to drop by, please call first," I said, and given the way I feel about receiving telephone calls, that means something.

"Sorry. I didn't realize..." he started, but Sveta shut him up by kissing him, and things devolved from discussion to sexy times pretty quickly thereafter. "I haven't gotten any pussy in days, since mom left," he said once she released him and started pulling off her blouse.

"Poor baby," I said, already topless. He dropped both his pants and underwear at once. God, his cock has grown into a regular man-sized muscle. I remember when it was at least an inch shorter and skinnier too. Occasionally I miss it, but I'm a freak.

"When you're in college you're going to have to make your own fun," laughed Sveta, shucking her panties. The two of them together is really hot too. I know she feels the same way about seeing me and him together, but this time I wanted to take in the show.

"Just be respectful and matter of fact with girls and they'll probably be happy to let you do them any which way you please," I said. "For instance, I think you should respectfully beg me to let my wife fuck you. Just for practice."

Sveta giggled, Liam blushed, but then he got down on his knees, put his hands together, and begged. "Please, please can I fuck Sveta?" he said, and I think he meant it a bit more than he was letting on. The lack of pussy must have been getting to him.

Sveta laughed and said, "She's not the boss of me. Yes, as long as you eat me out a little first." She likes to make him practice.

So I got to sit back and watch Liam eat my wife out until she begged him to fuck her. Which was pretty arousing, let me tell you. I know, you'd all kill to have been there. Liam is getting good with his tongue, which bodes well for his chances of satisfying girls at college. I know his mother appreciates his talents, and Sveta was appreciating them too. She didn't cum but I think she wanted to cum on his cock, not his tongue.

Then she lay back and he guided that delightful young cock into her and started slowly thrusting, building the suspense, until she moaned, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" in a voice which would have made me cum if I'd been him, so I totally understood when he pressed home in a hurry and grunted and painted her insides white.

"I love getting creamed when I'm cumming," Sveta sighed, "but it means I stop cumming too soon."

"I can fix that," I said. And I spent an enjoyable time licking every drop of Liam's semen out of her until she came again, hard, her thighs clamped around my head, cutting off my air supply. My face was wet by the time I finished, and I barely had time to catch my breath before Liam was inside me.

"That was so hot," he said. "I got hard without even touching myself."

He was gripping my hips and thrusting into me, and I came almost immediately, then again shortly thereafter. Then he took a breather, still hard, while Sveta and I made out for his amusement because we spoil him terribly. He wanted to watch us do more than make out, so we attempted to 69 even though with the height difference we find that difficult.

"I wish Zoe was here, even if she just wanted to do you guys and leave me alone," said Liam

"What, two hot girls aren't enough for you?" laughed Sveta.

"Besides, I know you. You'd be trying to convince her to just give you a try the whole time," I said, which isn't fair. Liam understands consent, even if he rarely gets told no by us.

"Can I help it that I want to see all three of you?" Liam said, looking insulted.

"Shut up and lie down," I told him. He laughed and did so, his cock sticking up charmingly like a target. I straddled that, Sveta straddled his face, and we proved to him that two girls is probably more than enough.

I enjoyed being able to look Sveta in the face while fucking. She eventually said he was a little too  distracted and hopped off again, but for the time we were facing each other it was nice. Eventually they were making out while I rode him, and when he came he didn't stop making out with her, so I dismounted and lay back and watched them make out.

"I'm really going to miss you guys in college," he said finally when they came up for air. "Mom too."

He looked crestfallen. I mean, can you blame him. He's got hot and cold running sex at a time when most kids are just having their first awkward encounters. He's heading to college with confidence, I hope, but still, he hasn't really had to work for his supper, as it were.

Sveta was reassuring him that he'd make new friends. I just let her do that. She still vaguely remembers college. Me, I'm ancient.

Reassurances turned to kissing and stroking, and when I jumped in and gave him a little oral action, Liam was ready for round three. I let Sveta have him. In fact, I slipped out of the room while he was slowly, tenderly even, spooning with her. I could have watched but I figured I'd check on Zoe to make sure she wasn't feeling too left out.

"How's it going?" she asked me with a glance at my nakedness.

"He's... I'm not going to lie, he's a great kid," I said, sitting down next to her. "He didn't mean anything by inviting you to join."

"I know. He seems nice. Is he big?"

"He knows how to use it."

"I'm sure he's had good teachers," she said with a little laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" 

"I know you must feel left out."

"I mean, I do, but it's okay. Besides, I don't know his mom. She might not approve."

"I doubt that."

"So you really broke his cherry?"

I hate lying to her, but... "Yes."

"Sveta too?" 

"No, that first time was just me." Which is sort of true I guess. "I mean, can you imagine his first time having to please two women?" 

"I can barely handle pleasing one."

"Don't say that. You're wonderful." And I kissed her to show I meant it.

And she returned the kiss forcefully. Her hands went to my tits immediately. "Are you that horny?" I asked her a little breathlessly.

"Please. I need you."

Ok. We made out for another minute, then she stripped in a rush and was back to me just as quickly. She guided my mouth to her nipples, then down to her snatch. She was dripping wet, and she didn't take long to get off. But she didn't let me go after that.

"Let me please you," she whispered throatily, then without any response on my part she dove between my legs, tongue going crazy on my clit. I was primed and ready to blow, so to speak, so it didn't take much, and I kept her licking through the O and on after it, feeling very pleased indeed.

And then she squeaked and moved to cover herself. I looked up and Liam was coming down the stairs, totally naked. I guess he figured if I could do it, he could. Honestly, Zoe still hasn't quite gotten used to being naked around the house, but she's used to Sveta and I doing it.

Zoe was beet red, stammering all kinds of nonsense. Liam blushed a little too when he understood that he probably shouldn't have come downstairs, but he needed a drink of water and anyway Sveta is at least partially to blame. She could have stopped him. Little minx.

Liam grabbed his drink and beat a hasty retreat, and I had to spend a few minutes reassuring Zoe that it was fine. She wasn't traumatized or anything, just embarrassed at first. Again, I think it was a combination of not being used to just being naked without embarrassment, particularly around boys, and not being used to someone walking through the room while you're fucking, which I get. Sveta still has lingering aspects of the latter. Not everyone has my upbringing.

Anyway, after reassurances, Zoe sent me back upstairs because she said she didn't want me to miss out. And I don't think she was perturbed by this. Which is good.

I came back to the bedroom to find the two co-conspirators fucking again, or still, or whatever. Liam got a little red when he saw me and tried to explain or whatever, but I waved him away and told him it was fine. And I guess it was, mostly. It's part of the Casa Lexi experience to occasionally walk through rooms where people are fucking, so best for everyone to get used to the idea.

I did tell him he owed me an orgasm since Zoe had been interrupted, and like a good boy he asked if I wanted it from his tongue or his cock.

"Have you cum in Sveta twice?" I asked.

"No, I was just getting close."

"Go on, if you want his cock, take it," laughed Sveta.

"I can probably go for four if I take a break," he hastened to reassure me. Ah, the young.

"No, she should get one now," insisted Sveta.

"But I wanted him to fuck my ass," I said, a little petulantly. Like kids with a toy, we are.

"Fine, finish up in me and we'll take a break and then baby can have her buttfuck," laughed Sveta.

Liam flipped her over after she said that and started humping away at her backside, drawing several loud moans from her. I reached down and diddled with one hand while stroking his balls with the other, and shortly afterward I was rewarded by first her orgasm and then his.

Then I went and made dinner. Zoe stopped me and asked, "Um... Should I stay, you know, naked, or are you all putting clothes on?"

"If you're not comfortable, I'll make them put clothes on."

"No, I don't want to do that. I'll just..."

"Whatever you want, honey. This has already been hard for you. No reason to make it more so." 

"I'm fine, really." 

"Ok, if you're sure." She was sure. Like I said, getting used to the idea.

While I was making dinner, Liam came up behind me and started nuzzling my neck. "Can we do it right here?" he murmured.

"Jeez,. I thought you needed a break."

"I did, but then I came down and got a better look at Zoe and..."

"Were you ogling her?" 

"No! I just..."

"Fine. Here, use a little olive oil." The kitchen might be the only room where we don't have lube stashed. 

Which is how Zoe found Liam fucking my ass against the kitchen counter. I only learned this later, given that Liam and I were facing away from the door when Zoe and Sveta came in. According to Zoe, it was pretty hot. So that's good.

There wasn't much spunk when he finally spent in my bowels, but that's okay. Then I finished making dinner, and we all ate naked, and then Liam got himself back together and went home. And Sveta and I tag-teamed Zoe until she begged us to stop.

I had stuff planned for that day too. None of it got done. Ah well. Boys will be boys.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Zoe Works Through Some Stuff

 Zoe came to me and said, "Lexi, I really need a good, hard fuck, you know? Not that what we usually do is bad or anything. I love that. But I haven't had it hard in a while and..."

"I can totally get that," I said, reassuring her. "Do you want me to see if my brother is available?" I said that mostly without thinking.

"Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, wouldn't he feel weird doing me like that?" I could tell she was a little weirded out by that idea, so I backed off on it.

"Mike's fine with that, but if you're not..."

"Nothing against your brother, but I didn't want a guy I don't know."

"Oh. Is there a guy you do know?" 

"I was hoping you might... I mean, with a toy. I just needed it from someone I trust and I trust you."

Ah. I really thought she was trying to get back in the saddle on the boy question. Like I've said before, I just want her to be happy, and if being a lesbian and not bi makes her happy, then that's great. So of course I was willing to help.

It's more difficult to fuck someone hard with a double dil, so I put that thought aside and went with the strap-on. Some days I wish I could sprout a cock at will, but until they develop that technology, I've got a range of options, so I selected one which wasn't huge (because size doesn't matter that much, fellas) and we adjourned to the bedroom.

Sveta asked idly if we wanted her to join us, but Zoe said she wanted a little alone time, so Sveta stayed downstairs. "Don't break the bed," she laughed vs flicked the tip of my fake dick because she's incorrigible.

So Zoe and I went upstairs, I strapped in, and I fucked her as hard as I could. My stamina is not as good as it was before the pandemic (you'd think I'd have more practice, but I haven't been fucking people hard that often) but I made a respectable effort. At a certain point she begged me to get a bigger dil, which I was happy to do. I know I said size doesn't matter above, and it doesn't, but in dildos when you're really going to town on someone, it kind of does. Sorry fellas.

And then she was begging me to spank her, which is not something I get often, but I'm happy to oblige. And then she was begging me to pull her hair, which is definitely not something I get often, but hey, when in Rome. I was being all Domme-y, as Domme-y as I get anyway, and she was lying there with her ass in the air and cumming as I pistoned in and out of her.

Finally, after I was pretty sure I had had enough, she had had enough, which was satisfying. I wrapped her up into a snuggle and told her that I was happy I could give her what she needed, and she started crying. "I feel so bad about wanting it like that," she said.

"Why?"

"Because... it's not loving."

So we had a talk about how sex and love weren't the same thing, and how I was perfectly capable of feeling her love for me even if she wanted to be fucked hard, even if I might prefer it another way most times, even if, and I stressed this, she was with another person than me. That didn't make an impression on her. I swear, she's fallen for me and I really wish she'd find someone else because I'm not sure I'm capable of loving her the way she wants. I don't know. I've never tried polyamorous stuff before because, as I've mentioned, my love is kind of strange to begin with.

Whatever. She stopped crying, and we snuggled a little, and then she let me go make dinner.

So I don't know if she's done working through the stuff she's working through. But at least it was a start, I guess.

She said next time she needs it hard, she wants to be double-teamed. I'm here for that. Sveta could use a little practice with the strapon.


TMI Tuesday

 From the TMI Tuesday Blog:

1. Has a stranger ever done something nice for you? What?

I had a stranger pick up the check for me once. That was nice. I've had strangers (at the time) buy me drinks. That was perhaps understandable, and honestly some of them stayed total strangers, which is fine by me. I've been given orgasms by strangers. Yes, I have cum with people whose names I didn't even know. I led a much more exciting life when I was younger. Some of it made it into the blog.

2. What was the first thing you did this morning?

Moaned in pain and rolled over. I hate mornings.

3. Fill in the blank. My lover was _____ .

My lover was kind. My lover was wise. My lover had only recently met their demise.

Only kidding. I am not into necrophilia at all. Not a kink of mine. And while I might fuck a vampire if given the opportunity out of curiosity, I'm not into vampires either. It just seemed like something Edward Gorey would write.

4. Money fights. When was your last fight about money? Who was it with? Did the issue(s) get resolved or is it still lingering destined to cause another fight?

I don't remember exactly when. A few weeks ago. It was with Sveta. And we resolved it as well as we can resolve things like that. The underlying issue is that we don't have enough money, and unless/until that gets resolved, we're going to occasionally butt heads about it, I'm afraid. It was a communicative fight, not one where we both sulked afterwards.

5. Tell us the best advice you received.

I believe someone told me I should let Sveta know what was going on with my family life, and while at the time that seemed like a really bad idea, it's paid off quite nicely. That doesn't mean it's always good advice though.

6. Tell us the worst advice received.

"Invest in crypto." You'd be surprised how much unsolicited financial advice I've gotten over the years. Please don't be that person. I'm not an idiot and I have no money to invest in anything, let alone a Ponzi scheme. Sorry crypto-people, but you should get out now while there's still some money in it.

That answer has probably cost me readers. Ah well. If you can't deal with your smut-peddler being financially savvy enough to know better, you probably should find a different smut-peddler.

Friday, June 10, 2022

Flash Fiction Friday Whatever

Blah blah blah sister-blog blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah Max's blog blah blah blah. Blah blah picture of my hinder blah.

This is the sort of content that Twitter was made for, but I'm really bad at Twitter so you're getting this instead. I promise, something interesting is bound to happen to me eventually. Or you could ask questions. I take questions. Or whatever. Blah blah blah.

Tuesday, June 7, 2022

TMI Tuesday

From the TMI Tuesday Blog:

We need to know:

1. What is the best sandwich?

A Reuben combined with a Rachel, so you get corned beef and turkey (preferably smoked) under melted cheese with coleslaw and Russian dressing or Thousand Island, all on good seeded rye. That's tough to beat. Sometimes I like a little sprinkle of cayenne pepper on the dressing before I put anything else on.

2. Scariest animal?

The dreaded candiru!

It turns out it's mostly a myth, but the myth is plenty scary. Feel free to look it up.

3. Ever asked someone for an autograph?

Not to the best of my recollection, but my recollection is spotty at best. I'm not much for meeting famous people. If I had a book and the author was doing a signing I might, but then again I might not.

4. Favorite action movie?

Tough question. For pure "action movie" I might have to go with The Last Action Hero. It flopped famously, but it was just ahead of its time.

5. Fave rom-com?

I don't know what qualifies. I'm not that into rom-coms.

6. Window or aisle?

Nowhere on a plane.

7. Favorite smell?

A barbeque.

8. Least favorite smell?

Grass clippings.

9. Most used app on your phone?

Twitter maybe.

10. You only get one song to listen to for the rest of your life, what is it?

This would be hell no matter what I picked. I'm tempted to say Aqualung because at least then I'd have a whole album's worth of music, but I don't love Jethro Tull or anything, it's just the only extremely long song I can think of. I don't think I could even answer this if you gave me a whole album. Or even one artist. I need variety, baby.

Bonus: Describe the rest of your life in five words.

Relatively painless and reasonably sexy. I hope.

Saturday, June 4, 2022

Flash Fiction Friday Cross-Post

Does anyone need this reminder? I figure if you care to read my fiction, you're probably already subscribed to the sister-blog, and this feels like a cheating post to me. Like I said, I'm open to suggestions on how to improve these little reminders, but I'm beginning to think that the only way to improve them is to eliminate them.

Head over to the sister-blog for my submission this week, head to Max's blog for the others.

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And now, the moment you've all probably been waiting for.

I can't do this every week. But this week I felt like it. And there haven't been many stories recently, so I owe you I guess.