I needed a new roof. Long story. But the short, more interesting version is, yesterday there were sweaty muscular roofers crawling all over my roof, using all sorts of tools: hammers, shingle knives, electric nail guns. As it happens, my upstairs bathroom offers a nice view of the roof and yesterday of the eight or ten men on it. Now, despite my stories, I'm a particular sort of girl, so I definitely pulled the shade before I pulled down my panties. Even so, it was sort of nice imagining all of them out there, sort of surrounding me really, as I scrubbed up all my most intimate spots. I thought about the old Marilyn Monroe movie, The Seven Year Itch -- it's the one where the subway wind blows Marilyn's skirt up. She's in New York, in the middle of a heat wave, and takes a nice cold bath to cool off. Of course, she's bothered by a drip from the faucet and sticks her big toe up there to block it. And, of course, her toe gets stuck. As she tells her downstairs neighbor later, the plumber who came to help her out seemed especially delighted to be of assistance. It got me thinking about those nice roofers, and imagining what might happen if one of them were to miss his step and come crashing through my bathroom window. I think I know just the one I would have preferred to make that mistake, the one with the longish dark bangs who smiled at me this morning as they were beginning work. I can't help but imagine that all that glass might have left him with some minor scrapes. What choice would I have had but to cut my shower short, wrap my towel around me as best I could and run for the first aid kit down the hall. Of course, it's not easy to apply bandages and hold a towel up at the same time. And clumsy me, I feel certain it would slip out of my hands sooner or later. Would I have touched that bulging spot in his pants as I tried to catch myself? Who can say? Would I have apologized as he looked me up and down, taking in those clean intimate spots? Absolutely. Might he have moved quietly behind me as I reached down for that towel, catching me unawares and given me a memorable afternoon while all his friends out on the roof gathered round to watch? I've said too much. And anyway, I'm the kind of girl who pulls her shades before she drops her panties.
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Over the past week I've been watching director Lars Von Trier's double film, Nymphomaniac. Lars Von Trier, if you don't know, is the director behind such artistic films as Dogville, Breaking the Waves, Melancholia, and Dancer in the Dark. This particularly film features Stellan Skarsgard and Charlotte Gainsbourg. I've always found Skarsgard rather handsome in a down to earth sense. I'm a huge fan of Gsinbourg's: she's always impressed me as an actress willing to take risks. The film's incredibly steamy, though set within the context of a fascinating conversation/ meditation on how we judge our own behaviors. It has certainly left me with some ideas for future stories. There are a number of explicit scenes, in fact. Trier says most of these were actually digitally created, certainly an impressive feat. Gainsbourg's is double penetrated, for instance, by two black men, a scene that's every bit as explicit as any porn you've ever watched. And yet it was apparently all digitally created. It certainly fooled me. Which makes you wonder where movies might head in future days. If such scenes are possible can we expect more "explict but non-explicit" movies? Or is explicit explicit, even if it isn't actually "real" and didn't actually "happen." Even so, there are some scenes that simply can't have been faked, such as a young girl's blowjob and swallow on a train ride. There are a handful of these films out there now featuring explicit sex -- Shortbus, for instance. Maybe I'm a nympho of some sort myself, but I'm definitely of the opinion that there should be more of these, not simply because they add spice to our lives but because they seem to offer an important new dimension on the notion of cinema and acting. What do you think? Anyone come across this pair of films, or others? A new book out this week. I've been working a little on billionaires and college girls. Let me know what you think!
Available now at Amazon. So here's the final chapter in the story. I think I mentioned before, I originally called this "Love in the 80s," and it was a chapter in the Total Cyberslut series. Somehow it never quite seemed to fit there, but I hope it's finally found a home here.
Please take the time to let me know what you think, and visit my author's page at Amazon for more great stories. I don’t know what made her finally decide to give in and fuck me. We had both turned 18, and I think that might have been part of it. Or the fact that we’d been dating now for over a year. We still had arguments about whether or not to have sex, but for the time being I was reasonably content to go on eating her out and getting the occasional blowjob (one of the best nights of my life was the night she sucked me in the backseat of my car until I came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop). I was so surprised when it happened. We were at a basketball game, and she was all decked out in team colors, complete with cute white skirt that was about as long as the middle of her thigh. We’d been flirting all evening, even with our friends around. She’d whispered to me that if I would go under the bleachers she’d give me a show. She wasn’t lying. As soon as I got down there in the dark, she wriggled around so her skirt was up and he ass was plainly visible through the slats, a pair of tight pink panties, squeezed between the roundness of her bottom. Somehow, I still don’t know how, she managed to quickly bring a hand down to those panties and pull them aside so I could plainly see her pussy and ass, framed in the light of the arena against the dark beneath the stands. Eventually the show ended, but I couldn’t go back up right away because I was just too stiff, and while I was waiting for my hard on to subside suddenly she was there, next to me in the dark. She kissed me, her tongue so soft and wet against mine. She put her hand down, on my cock and rubbed it through the fabric of my jeans. All I could think was that she must really have gotten wound up somehow. Maybe showing off had been the thing that did it. I couldn’t have been more shocked, though, when her hands went to her waist and pulled her sweater up over her head. [I’m coming again now. I hope you fuck her. I’m still imagining it’s you, but now I’m thinking about you now, your 45 year old dick going in and out of me. It feels so good. Fuck her hard.] Before I could think, she had taken off her bra and dropped it beside her. Instinctively I moved closer to her, partly to touch her, but partly to shield her from the possibility she might be seen. She put a hand in my chest to keep me away. Then, as she kept her eyes locked on mine, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to a puddle at her feet. Quickly, maybe so she wouldn’t talk herself out of it, she grinned, put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she lay down on the gym floor, her bare ass against the wooden floorboards, and crooked her finger at me. Looking up she used one foot to pry the shoe of the other and kicked it aside, using her other bare foot to take of the second shoe. I have no idea how she got her socks off. As I unzipped my own jeans and slid them down my legs, she put a finger to her lips, reminding me to stay quiet, as though I needed to be reminded. I was shaking I was so terrified, but that seemed to have no effect on my cock which was as hard as it had ever been. As the crowd cheered for a particularly spectacular play, I lay down on top of her, most of my clothes still on, but her naked skin so soft beneath me. The only thing I can remember seeing is the white of her body as she lay there, so pale she was visible even in the dark underneath the stands. My hard cock lay against her belly, my balls nestled against the lips of her cunt. I went to kiss her, but again she moved her head to the side just slightly and, whispered in my ear, “I want you to make love to me, Nick.” She took my cock firmly in her hand and made sure the head of it was right at her opening. Then she held me as I slowly entered her. She closed her eyes, as she often did when we were playing, and arched her hips towards me until I was all the way in. Then, very slowly we began to move, me pushing forward just as she did, and then moving out. I wanted to come so badly. To this day I don’t know how I didn’t during those first couple of thrusts. But the thing that made me come the most was when she came, and I held on, knowing my explosion would be far greater if I could make that happen. The crowd continued its intermittent cheers, as our rhythm became faster and faster. I was absolutely sure someone would hear. I kept thinking that if anyone were to catch us there’d be absolutely no way out of it. We were clearly fucking, but even if somehow we managed to stop quickly and pretend we were just making out, there she was on the floor, completely nude. We’d only be able to admit what we were up to and accept the punishment and humiliation that would certainly come. She was as good as her word about keeping quiet. Her breathing began to become heavier and heavier, but to her credit she never made a sound beyond what I was sure was the loudspeaker volume sound of the boards creaking beneath us. She stopped in mid-thrust in fact, holding me hard against her, and in that moment, all her muscles tense, I began to come as well, every bit of the sperm inside me shooting up into her warm wet cunt. We didn’t move for maybe a minute or two, both of us coming hard and feeling the other one come but too terrified to move an inch. Then, slowly we relaxed and I slid out of her, jizz still pumping out of my cock a little at a time. She stood up, and, almost shyly, began to dress herself again: her bra, her sweater, her shirt. She sat down on the floor and slid on her socks and shoes. I watched, waiting for her to slide her panties back up, a final tease now that she had satisfied me. Instead, she picked them lightly from the floor and put them in my hand. Then, bending to me, she kissed me lightly on the check, nuzzled her head on my shoulder, and whispered once more: “Stay here a little longer.” I did as she asked, standing there, basking in the glow of what had just happened and feeling more than a little lightheaded. When at last I looked back up, she had re-positioned herself in the stands, among our friends. She had managed to hike her skirt up again, and this time there was no need to move her panties aside, as they were in my hand. I stared up at the whiteness of her pussy, the tight little asshole, wisps of curly black hair. And as I stood there, looking up, I saw one small drop of my own come drop from her pussy to the hardwood floor in front of me. The End Here's Part 2 of the story I'm calling "Young Love in the 80s." As I mentioned last time, it's a side-story that was originally part of the Total Cyberslut series. Here, Nick continues his story to Katie about his "first time." Don't forget, you can find the whole Cyberslut series and many more of my stories on Amazon. We did this once or twice more, but it was probably another month before things went any further. One night her parents left us alone in the living room. We were watching a movie, I don’t remember what, and I worked up my courage and asked if I could see her naked. She’d fought me so hard not to have sex, and I guess maybe she thought this would be ok as long as we didn’t go any further. We had been dating for what seemed like an eternity at this point, and maybe she just thought it was time. There was no way she could just get naked, not with her parents in the next room. In fact, when I think about how close we came to getting caught so many times, I can’t believe how foolish we were. But she first reached around and unhooked her bra. Then she lay on the floor and slowly pulled up her t-shirt and bra so I could clearly see her tits. They were these two perfect mounds, with perfect small little nipples standing up in the cold air. Then she reached down quickly, unbuttoned her jeans, and wiggling her bottom against the floor worked her jeans and her teal colored panties down to the middle of her thighs. She was so white, I guess like you say you are. But she wasn’t a redhead. Her pubic hair was black and curly on her belly, and I could just see the slit of her lips, though her thighs were still pressed together and I couldn’t really see anything. I certainly thought I had. I came so hard when I got home that night, I thought I would never stop. [I’m imagining I’m Jenny now, that I’m older, and that you’re looking at my body. I hope if you ever saw me you’d like it.] That went on for a while. She’d let me look up her skirt sometimes at school when no one was looking, or she’d pull her jeans down just enough for me to see her hair. Every time though she made me swear I wouldn’t try to have sex with her, which I did gladly. I actually think it was her idea to take the next step though. One night I had managed to get her pants down, her legs spread just enough to get my finger into her slit. I still didn’t know the first thing about clitorises, didn’t know I should rub there. I thought it was all about the hole, and I worked my middle finger in and out of her while we kissed. And somewhere in the middle of that she must have gotten hot too, because she suddenly whispered in my ear, “you can kiss me down there if you want.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. My face went down between her legs, probably faster than I should have if I had known better, and I kissed all that black curly hair gently. I looked up to notice she had closed her eyes, and her thighs opened wider, allowing me to use my fingers to open up the lips and look closely at what was really down there. I alternated between putting my finger in her and using my tongue to get up inside of her. She stopped me then and let me understand what she really wanted. I’m not even sure she knew what her clit was, but she knew the spot right at the top of her mound was the most sensitive, the spot that felt the best, and she asked me to lick her there. I don’t think I ever would have stopped licking her, lapping at her clitoris and occasionally moving my tongue down to flick the lips inside and out. But she actually came, that very first time. I kept waiting for her to actually come, the way guys do – I was so uninformed. And she did get a lot wetter. I asked her then if she had come, and she nodded breathlessly that she had. But she never made a sound. We did that so many times over the next few months. I even managed to get her to look at me naked, and to rub my cock until I came, though her same old worries were still there. She used to tell me she was afraid she might get my sperm on her hands and later wipe herself and get pregnant. [I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming so hard. Don’t stop telling me the story though. I want to come more.] To be continued... I thought I'd offer all of your a little taste of my writing. This piece was originally a chapter in my Total Cyberslut series, available from Amazon, but I decided to cut it. In it, Katie's new cyber friend, Nick, tells her the story of his "first time."
Part 1... Katie settled into the office chair, as Nick told his story. When I was a kid, I didn’t have the internet like you, or even a computer. A lot of boys I knew were able to see pictures of naked women in magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler. But my dad didn’t even have those, at least that I knew about. My parents gave me books about “sex” that were supposed to teach kids how it worked, and those pictures excited me a lot, especially the pictures of kids my age. I always got hard when I turned to that page with the girl, nude and with no clothes on. She was supposed to be young, so she didn’t have any hair, and you couldn’t really see much, just a slit between her legs. And she was only a drawing, and eventually I needed more. The best I could do though were pictures in catalogs. Sometimes there would be pages selling underwear, and I would tear out pictures of women in their bras or panties, or if I was very lucky, a girl closer to my age. I kept them hidden under my mattress, and I would take them out and masturbate to them. I guess like you, I was really curious about sex at a very young age, and very girl crazy. I always had a crush on two or three girls, even in the first grade, and as I got older, there were more and more who made me horny. Sometimes I’d imagine the heads of girls from my school on the bodies of those catalog pictures. Most of the time, though, I just imagined being with them. Since I’d never really seen a girl naked, I would usually come as soon as I imagined them without their clothes. It’s funny, but I suppose even in my imagination, I never actually had sex. But then when I was 17, I got my first real girlfriend. Her name was Jenny, and she was in the same grade as me. At first I was just so happy to have a girlfriend. I’d always wanted one – all those crushes and all. Jenny was short, maybe 5’4”. She had short brown hair, and a mouth that always seemed to be grinning. I don’t know if you’ve had a “real” boyfriend yet, but every time I was around her my stomach would do flops. And slowly, a little at a time we began to be more physical with each other. Nothing very serious. We would hold hands during lunch, and we experimented with French kissing. The problem was, doing those things, even holding hands, made me so incredibly horny. In the afternoon, when I got home from school, I would masturbate and imagine what she looked like naked and what her body would feel like. We dated a long time – much longer than I’d ever had a girlfriend before. Which was wonderful in some ways. I certainly thought I was in love, and maybe I was in a way. My first true love. But by the time we’d reached our six months anniversary, I was ready to explode I wanted to fuck her so badly. A couple of times I had put my hand up her shirt and rubbed her breasts, and once she even unhooked her bra so that I could actually put my hand on her bare breast inside her shirt. It was so amazingly soft, and I never wanted to take my hand off her hard little nipple. [This is so hot. My cunt feels wetter than it’s ever felt. I’ve got three fingers inside – never got that many in before – and I’m rubbing my clit so hard.] She was really scared to do more though. She was always worried she’d make a mistake somehow and get pregnant. I begged, and I pleaded to have sex with her, but she just wouldn’t even consider it. One night she must have been feeling horny too, because after making out for half an hour, she let me put my hand down her jeans. I laugh thinking about it now. I had no idea what I was feeling. I didn’t know what a clit was, and my fingers couldn’t quite get down far enough to her hole. It was just soft and squishy and hairy. But I actually came in my pants while I was doing it. She was so focused on what was happening, so nervous I guess, that she didn’t even notice the wet spot on my pants afterwards. Stay tuned for Part 2!!! So I think I've confessed that my own personal favorite stories are first time stories, especially if there's an age difference between the two participants. But I like a wide variety of storylines and kinks. I've been writing a few cuckold stories, and I'm also starting on a series of billionaire stories that relate to college-age girls.
But I think I tend to write best when I get suggestions from others. Do any of you have any ideas for a hot new story? Here's a little taste of what I'm working on at the moment...
She stood there in the shower, letting the hot water wash over her. It had been a long day, punctuated by a pop quiz in calculus, an unintelligible lecture on the nervous system from a TA who spoke something that might resemble English on paper but in no way resembled it coming out of his mouth, and a dinner at the dining hall made up of some kind of mystery meat substitute. All she wanted in the world now was to relax here and then bundle up in her flannel sheets and three inch comforter and lie still in the dark of her room. Jasmine would probably make a stink about having to relocate her studying to the study room downstairs, but tonight she didn’t really care. She was just too tired to put up with her room-mate’s Sex Pistols-sugar fueled-open-air-til-it-froze-your-eyeballs study routine tonight. She rubbed the shower puff over her shoulders and down between her breasts, massaging the soap in and the stress out. Her long red hair hung dark and wet, her curls heavy with the weight of water, down her back. She wondered, as she often did in the middle of a shower, if perhaps she could just stay in here indefinitely. It always seemed like such a shock to her system – that moment when she turned the water off and felt the rush of cool air pick its way through the steam and finally to her bare skin. But, she consoled herself with thoughts of her warm bed waiting for her, and, with a sigh, reached out and turned the tap off. It happened so simultaneously that she thought she must somehow have caused it by turning off the water – the ear-spitting screech of the dorm’s fire alarm. It seemed almost to come from inside her head, so piercing was it, and it startled her so much she almost slipped a little as she turned to reach for her towel. She dried herself quickly, then wrapped the purple towel around her and headed for her room at the other end of the hall. The towel came just to the underside of her bottom, and she padded quickly on her small bare feet as the girls in the hallway buzzed around her heading for the stairs. She’d never been one for showing off her body. She was even shy in front of her room-mate, Jasmine, always finding some way to dress when the other girl was out, even on one or two occasions resorting to putting her clothes on IN the shower while she was still damp so that no one would see her. Jasmine, of course, was of a completely different nature. She seemed to Melissa almost a kind of nymphomaniac, lying around nude in the room half the time, and even talking brazenly to the completely embarrassed Melissa about different shapes she shaved into her pubic hair and which of her breasts was larger than the other. Dorm fire alarm? Girl in nothing but a towel? What could go wrong? I'm so excited to announce that my first book is now available at Amazon.com. It's the story of a professor and his young student who seems to be struggling in class. Ok, ok, I know it's an old story, but I promise this one offers a different take. You'll find a well-written, literary story here. Of course, you'll also find plenty of filthy sex as well. You can find it at www.amazon.com/dp/B01HUIMES0 And stay tuned for more great titles coming up this week. |
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