Does anyone else like to share horny thoughts this way?

[Cawingbird]

Hi!

When I'm horny I really like to just admit all my random thoughts to someone in great detail. It's part of a game I play where I watch videos, look at pictures and drink. LoL

I tend to rant at length about my random explicit ideas and would love a PM buddy who is as horny as I am and enjoys my game. Generally people like to masterbate and chat or roleplay, etc. For me, the best thing is being able to just write a bunch of dirty admit smut down and get a similar response. I like to admit my dirty side and know someone reads and liked it. Also, sharing video links with little descriptions of what was hot about them, etc.

If this is hot, please read on! My main fascination is family taboo and I enjoy pretty much any side of that you can imagine. It's awesome to think of many family members and their bodies and them enjoying incest. This ranges from mom to dad to grandparents, sister, cousins, etc. I like dicks of all sizes, pussies of all types, breasts of all sizes, bodies of all varieties, hairy or not. Just about anything that I can imagine!

Anyway, let me know if you think we're a fit. I really would prefer someone who is ready to just jump in with me and share my fascination with the whole family and many scenarios with them.

If you just like to read crazy explicit rants that's cool too and I love having an interactive outlet.

PS - I'm ready to provide an array of samples here if anyone wants a taste. I'm horny and ready!

I'm very interested in linking my actual sight with my fantasies. For example- I remember the curves of my female family or a glimpse of a male bulge in underwear and try and imagine how that translates to them naked. I really enjoy that a lot!

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Hi!

When I'm horny I really like to just admit all my random thoughts to someone in great detail. It's part of a game I play where I watch videos, look at pictures and drink. LoL

I tend to rant at length about my random explicit ideas and would love a PM buddy who is as horny as I am and enjoys my game. Generally people like to masterbate and chat or roleplay, etc. For me, the best thing is being able to just write a bunch of dirty admit smut down and get a similar response. I like to admit my dirty side and know someone reads and liked it. Also, sharing video links with little descriptions of what was hot about them, etc.

If this is hot, please read on! My main fascination is family taboo and I enjoy pretty much any side of that you can imagine. It's awesome to think of many family members and their bodies and them enjoying incest. This ranges from mom to dad to grandparents, sister, cousins, etc. I like dicks of all sizes, pussies of all types, breasts of all sizes, bodies of all varieties, hairy or not. Just about anything that I can imagine!

Anyway, let me know if you think we're a fit. I really would prefer someone who is ready to just jump in with me and Sahara my fascination with the whole family and many scenarios with them.

If you just like to read crazy explicit rants that's cool too and I love having an interactive outlet.

done a few stories here in the same fashion. sometimes a porn clip just clicks, and i'm away on the keyboard.

 

[Cawingbird]

done a few stories here in the same fashion. sometimes a porn clip just clicks, and i'm away on the keyboard.

Cool! I'd love to casually share links and share/ read descriptions of what's a turn on.

Do you like the family fun?

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Cool! I'd love to casually share links and share/ read descriptions of what's a turn on.

Do you like the family fun?

i write about it.

 

[Cawingbird]

i write about it.

Well, I don't actually fuck my family so I guess that's the same. ;-)

Do you find yourself enjoying the writing as much as watching or masterbating? It's so fun for me to bring things to life in a way by discussing the fantasies.

What things do you find are fun to describe for you? My main turn ons lately have been my mom and / or dad, grandma and/ or grandpa and my uncles and cousins. I have a big family so there are so many fun options!

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Well, I don't actually fuck my family so I guess that's the same. ;-)

Do you find yourself enjoying the writing as much as watching or masterbating? It's so fun for me to bring things to life in a way by discussing the fantasies.

What things do you find are fun to describe for you? My main turn ons lately have been my mom and / or dad, grandma and/ or grandpa and my uncles and cousins. I have a big family so there are so many fun options!

i'm nt into it in real-life, either. don't worry.

no. when i write, i'm writing, not horny.

i wrote a whole book on this scene's influence. (not family stuff, just Lady Sonia.

http://th.spankbang.com/1kpc/video/lady+sonia+undressing+for+the+young+mechanic

i have to go now. chat later.

 

[Cawingbird]

i'm nt into it in real-life, either. don't worry.

no. when i write, i'm writing, not horny.

i wrote a whole book on this scene's influence. (not family stuff, just Lady Sonia.

http://th.spankbang.com/1kpc/video/lady+sonia+undressing+for+the+young+mechanic

i have to go now. chat later.

Well damn. Ok thanks for the input anyway! I'll check your writings.

 

[geronimo_appleby]

i'll send the book in electronic form if you want. here's an excerpt:

One

Jan had no idea how her life was about to change; how, the course of thirty minutes could alter everything.

It was 9 a.m. on a bright May morning when she parked the Volkswagen in a bay well away from the recovery truck.

She pulled in, manoeuvring the Golf between the painted lines. Jan switched off and automatically checking her make-up in the rear-view mirror. Then she collected her bag from the passenger seat and detached the satnav from its mount.

Jan dropped the device into the cavernous interior of her leather shoulder bag and climbed out of the car, smoothing her skirt over her hips to bring the hem down to a more modest place on her legs.

She was diligent about locking the vehicle as she cast an eye around the courtyard, her face showing her distaste for the skewed stack of wooden pallets, the two rubbish skips overflowing with junk and the stripped down shells of abandoned cars she saw scattered around. It was to Jan’s relief when Charles pulled into the yard a moment later.

Her husband threw a wave and then reversed the big Mercedes into the space next to Jan’s Volkswagen Golf.

Pushing aside her reservations about the appointment, Jan walked to the driver’s side of the bigger car, the window gliding down at her approach.

“Is this it? Are you sure?” asked Charles.

It was obvious from the look on his face he was as dubious as his wife.

“My satnav brought me right here,” Jan replied. She pouted and shrugged and added, “Yours too, Charles.”

Still looking concerned, Charles brusquely responded. “Well it would, wouldn’t it? We both put in the same address.” He peered through the windscreen and took in the rundown rear façade of the industrial unit.

Charles saw the same skips, pallets and skeletal remains of Fords and Vauxhalls. He glanced at the red brick building and pulled a face at the tired paint on old doors. “Looks abandoned to me,” he sniffed.

Taking her husband’s curt tone in her stride, used to his gruff manner after twenty-seven years of marriage, Jan rolled her eyes.

“The sign over there says, Paul’s, she pointed out,” a perfectly manicured fingernail directed towards the grubby blue sign above a door. “That’s the name Sophie gave me. She recommended him. Said he did a good job on her car.”

Charles shrugged. “Recommended by one of your puddle-headed friends,” he said with a sneer. “That Sophie is only interested in shopping, shoes, and men. Still,” he added, “if this is the place hadn’t you best be getting on with it? I’ve got to be at the airport soon. I’ll have to leave in an hour, at the latest.”

Charles was already reaching for is iPad when Jan replied with, “A couple of minutes, I suppose. I’ve got to find this Paul character and see if he can fit the Golf in today.”

A snort from her husband as he stared at the screen on the iPad. “You’ll be lucky,” he said, fixing his wife with a stern look. “Don’t let the bugger charge silly money, Jan.” He stared at her balefully and added, “Maybe I should come in and handle it. These lads are known for the way they fleece women. He might take one look at you and think he can pull the wool. If I’m with you he might think twice before trying it on.”

Jan bristled at the suggestion she was less than capable, which bloody typical of Charles. All he had to do was wait and then run her into town to meet Sophie and the girls before he set off for the airport.

“No,” she said, holding up a hand. “I’m not an idiot, Charles. It isn’t as though I’m some brainless young thing. I’ll be able to hold my own if he tries any shyster tricks.”

Charles muttered but made no move to leave the Mercedes, his attention directed towards his spreadsheets.

He waved a hand, dismissing his wife. “Right, well, all right. But don’t be long!” he called as Jan walked away, heels clicking across the neglected, weed-strewn asphalt.

****

Paul Adams heard the back door open, the creak of ancient hinges reaching him from down the corridor. He looked up from the magazine he’d been perusing, a soft-core extravaganza of tits and bums and, at the sound of company, closed the magazine and shoved it into a drawer of the battered old desk.

Then, after a short silence, the peck-peck-peck of high heels on concrete came to him, the brisk tick-tock continuing as the visitor negotiated the uncarpeted corridor.

“Hello?” Paul heard a woman call, her voice tremulous.

Paul formed an instant mental picture of her in the seconds before she appeared, that single word putting an image into his mind.

“Is anyone there?” the woman added cautiously, the sentence reinforcing Paul’s perception.

In his head Paul saw an attractive lady, a well-maintained forty-something, a woman who’d perhaps done well in a divorce settlement, or, he considered, she might still be attached to a successful husband. He had an idea she’d be well dressed and immaculately presented, looking good in high heels – Judging by the sounds coming along the corridor that was.

Whoever she was, Paul hoped she was one of those sexy older girls with a bit of spark.

“Back here,” he called.

The sound of those heels on rough concrete slowed, as though the woman was reluctant to enter the workshop.

“Are you Paul?” she asked, peering from the corner.

“That’s me,” he replied, smiling.

Impressed by what he saw, Paul silently congratulated himself on his prediction. She was just like he’d pictured, better in fact. Not a bad estimate gleaned from her diction and the sound of heels tip-tapping along. She certainly looked like she took care of herself.

Paul’s attention flicked to her shoes. They looked expensive, classy like the lady herself. Not that he had a clue about Blahniks or Jimmy Choos, Paul only saw killer heels and great legs, his interest piqued. Then he looked higher and took in her tight, black skirt, noticing her trim waist before a further appraisal showed her wearing a loose, sleeveless blouse in white, with a crazy pattern splashed across it in blues and blacks. Like a painting by that artist his mother had raved about – Pollack, wasn’t it?

And didn’t she have a pair of tits on her! Despite the loose blouse he could see the sway of large breasts as she approached.

Paul completed his lightning review, quickly appreciating the subtle yet effective make-up, the spectacles that lent her an air of authority, her brown, shoulder length hair softened with lighter streaks that she had styled in a way that showed her ears, pearls dangling from each lobe. He took another moment to muse on the glasses, wondering if she would be into knee high boots and a cane.

Speculating further about the visitor’s sexual predilections, he decided she was just his type.

Then the woman’s eyes focused on him and put an end to his evaluation.

Paul nodded and made an effort to look at her face instead of gawping at her generous bosom, although the acreage of décolletage drew his eye constantly.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, unable to stop his eyes from wandering down and up again, taking all of her in a second time.

Standing a few feet away from where Paul sat, the woman said, “I’ve got a Golf that needs some work.”

Paul glanced at her hand when she pointed in the general direction of the car park to the rear of the building. He saw the glint of a big stone on the third finger of her left hand, clocked the fat gold band next to it, and deduced she was married.

He thought her husband was one lucky bastard.

The woman hesitated, grimacing a little before adding, “I called the AA and the man had a look at it. He said it needs new brake pads. My friend Sophie recommended you.” She paused and then continued with a hopeful, “I don’t suppose it could be done quite soon…?”

Paul’s eyebrows went up.

“How soon?” he asked.

“Well…” the woman glanced around the carless workshop. “Are you busy?”

Paul took a look around as well. “Pretty busy, yeah.”

She looked taken aback and blinked. “Oh, well,” she said. “I was rather hoping you might do it today?”

“Today?” Paul replied in a tone that suggested that would be a task of Biblical proportions. “Well,” he added as he stroked his chin, “that might be difficult.”

The woman opened the big bag she carried which was slung over one shoulder. She reached in and took a step towards Paul.

“This is my card,” she said.

Paul stood and reached for it.

“Could you take a look at the car and call or send me a text or something? Let me know when it’ll be ready?”

Glancing at the card, Paul nodded, looking up to see those sizeable tits. His cock thickened, desire already bubbling from staring at pictures of naked women in his magazine. Lust churned his vitals, a near overwhelming urge to rip the woman’s blouse open surging inside him.

“Tell you what,” Paul mumbled, his throat clotted with sudden reckless desire. “How about…?”

The woman eyed him, obviously suspicious, peering through her spectacles.

“What?” she said, head tilting to one side as she fiddled nervously with a string of pearls at her throat.

“Well, I could always put your car a bit nearer the top of the list…”

Paul glanced at the card and saw her name.

“…Jan,” he added.

Jan sighed and rolled her eyes, arms crossing below her breasts. “How much?”

Paul pulled a face and pretended to consider, taking in the deepened crease between Jan’s tits at the same time.

“To take a look now?” he said, the question rhetorical. Paul shrugged and added, “I wasn’t thinking about money…”

He left the suggestion hanging.

Jan blinked. “I … I don’t understand.”

Paul stood there and stared, eyebrows arched as if to say, What, you really don’t get it?

“A non-cash incentive,” he suggested, quickly adding, “On top of my usual rate for any work done. “It’s just business, Jan.”

“Oh, God,” gasped Jan, eyes widening when she finally caught on.

****

When Jan had opened the door to the industrial unit her husband was already engrossed in business.

She threw a glance over one shoulder at the Merc, saw his head was down, and yanked on the door handle.

It took a stiffening of resolve for her to progress beyond what passed for a reception area, although there was no receptionist in sight, and there were few signs one had been present for a good few years.

There were boxes stacked along one wall, the cardboard swollen with age.

The place had a musty odour to it, the scent of neglect.

Jan jumped, startled when the door swung closed behind her, the self-closing mechanism still enthusiastic despite its age. Chastising herself under her breath for her own silliness, Jan moved past a desk, the top of which was strewn with old papers, a couple of ballpoint pens, and a thick layer of dust.

She moved along a corridor, footsteps muffled until her heels hit the bare concrete leading further into the building.

It was eerie in there, like the opening scene in a fright movie, the lone female pressing on to a grisly fate at the hands of some maniac. But, strangely enough the sound of her shoe heels bouncing off the bare walls with metronomic regularity gave Jan the resolve to continue. The familiar sound was like an old friend accompanying her, and her courage was boosted further when she imagined her husband’s smug derision if she fled and admitted to being frightened.

“Hello?” she called. “Is anyone there?”

A man’s voice replied with, “Back here.”

She went further and rounded a corner, cautiously venturing a look before entering what was obviously the mechanic’s workplace. It was stark and functional, illuminated by three banks of fluorescent lighting overhead, daylight obscured because of a coat of whitewash or paint covering a panel of single-glazed windows that ran the width of the gable end.

“Are you Paul?” Jan asked, barely noticing all the machines and tools, assuming all of it vital to the trade of tinkering with car engines and getting dirty hands.

She quickly examined the slightly built young man and was relieved to see he was quite presentable in a surprisingly clean dark-blue polo shirt and jeans. He was sitting on a swivel chair that had seen better days, his arms folded, with the tail end of some kind of tribal tattoo peeping from one sleeve.

It was when Jan looked at Paul and he replied in the affirmative that she saw his eyes move down over her body, his examination firing a strange yet pleasing tickle in her tummy. There was something in that casual appraisal that stirred Jan inside, the young man's blatant admiration igniting the fire.

Surprised by her body’s response, Jan swallowed her discomfit and said, “I’ve got a Golf that needs some work…”

And then came a little to-and-fro where he made out he was busy – which she knew was a blatant lie.

Paul stood up to take her card and suggested that, for a price, he’d put the Golf higher up the list of priorities.

Jan didn’t catch his meaning at first, just thought to herself that there didn’t seem to be much in the way of work, but, after only a few seconds of mild confusion, the other shoe soon dropped.

Paul waited, regarding Jan patiently with an elbow resting in one palm, a strange leer on his face as he tapped the edge of her card against his chin.

“Oh, God,” gasped Jan, when realisation dawned. “Do you mean to say…?”

“Well,” Paul said, his smirk causing another little flip in Jan’s stomach. “Just between us, this is.” He paused and then continued when Jan remained silent. “How about you get your tits out?”

“What! I don’t believe it…” Jan gasped.

But, despite her shock at this blunt and extremely crude opening gambit, she couldn’t suppress a little shudder when dark arousal slithered between her legs.

“Go on,” the man urged. “Give us a look.”

“You don’t really mean it?” she replied, although Jan suspected he did.

Paul grimaced and shrugged. “Up to you,” he said, folding his arms. “I’ll maybe get round to it later, probably tomorrow.”

“I don’t believe it,” repeated Jan, incredulous at the preposterous suggestion.

It was a first for her, to be so casually propositioned. He’d just come out with it, like he was ordering a bacon sandwich in a café.

Jan paused and, after glancing quickly around the workshop, noticed the hungry way Paul looked at her.

That look did a lot to influence Jan. Why not? she thought, the idea taking hold, a sense of surreal adventurism enveloping her. It was harmless after all, a bit of fun, a thrill, something to giggle about with Sophie while they shared a bottle of wine.

She stood for a second or two with her fists on her hips before, exhilarated when she saw Paul’s jaw drop, Jan untied the draw cord holding the blouse closed at the front.

“There,” she said, unveiling her breasts. “Satisfied?”

“Fucking hell,” Paul gasped, boggling.

She knew the size of her breasts and the fact she was wearing a quarter-bra were the reason for Paul’s outburst. Her bra was designed to offer support while leaving her boobs virtually bare, nipples completely exposed. Jan appreciated the way it didn’t interfere with the pleasing lines of her bust when she wore clinging tops.

 

[geronimo_appleby]

try:

https://www.literotica.com/s/arianas-dirty-mouth

https://www.literotica.com/s/with-sabrina

https://www.literotica.com/s/mister-durrants-fuck-photos

https://www.literotica.com/s/aunt-hazels-hairy-pussy

 

[Cawingbird]

Oh wow! Thanks for all that!

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Oh wow! Thanks for all that!

drop a pm if you wanna chat more. i have to go! see ya.

 

[Cawingbird]

I thought I'd elaborate a somewhat to give people an idea of my way of having fun!

Like I said, I really like to picture people in my family specifically, not just a vague taboo. I have 10 uncles and aunts, 3 sets of grandparents, a sister and seriously can't even count my cousins.

I like to look through pictures or find videos and try to really link the visuals with them and get super horny for that. It's amazing how many different body types there are and with such a large family I've even decided on how specific people look naked and it's fucking amazing.

Examples -

Breasts are amazing and my sister's huge ones really were the start of this entire long-term fantasy series. I picture hers very frequently, and also my mother's medium, saggier chest and any other beautiful boobs my family ladies have. The slopes of those wonderful breasts are so fun to imagine naked.

There are also are sizes and shapes of labia and varieties of hairiness etc that go so well with the above details... I really like just about any variation, sometimes even if first glance isn't "beautiful" by the normal (ridiculous) standard. If I'm imagining my gramma, you know that her gray hair and wrinkles are a huge jump from my cousin and her tighter pussy with soft hair.

I also really like to see different penis sizes and watch the men in my family fuck with all their various cocks. I have a great time deciding who has huge ones and short ones and in between. Just like the breasts, I have seen many hints of those cocks through my life and the ones I've seen in more detail or easy to imagine, but I also enjoy being so curious and guessing about others.

Lastly, deciding who is fucking who is the real kicker and generally it could be just about any of them in many combos. I usually prefer male / female but love to see both naked and in small groups or one on one while I watch. Teehee.

Anyway, I'm going to move on and play my game. Holler a PM if you want to play! I'm so excited waiting for more responses that I'll probably keep telling more... I love admitting my thoughts!

 

[roc23]

I have horny thoughts for girls that love cock,love swallowing,anal,shemales,femboys,sissys,girl on girl,etc.,etc.,

 

[Cawingbird]

I have horny thoughts for girls that love cock,love swallowing,anal,shemales,femboys,sissys,girl on girl,etc.,etc.,

Very true and I take your meaning... I guess I do this in part because it's ridiculous to try and "play the part" instead of rehearsing.

When it's all said and done, I get to move on with my life and not be overwhelmed by curious thoughts.

Do you have additional thoughts or is that your piece?

Even if you feel like I'm a silly person who is wasting my time, I'm not upset to hear it.

Edit - just realized I responded to your signature about the rehearsal. Ha. I'm guessing that you're a spambot given your response. Lame.

 

[roc23]

Very true and I take your meaning... I guess I do this in part because it's ridiculous to try and "play the part" instead of rehearsing.

When it's all said and done, I get to move on with my life and not be overwhelmed by curious thoughts.

Do you have additional thoughts or is that your piece?

Even if you feel like I'm a silly person who is wasting my time, I'm not upset to hear it.

Edit - just realized I responded to your signature about the rehearsal. Ha. I'm guessing that you're a spambot given your response. Lame.

Huh? I'm not a spambot. You asked to share horny thoughts. I shared. What's your problem?

 

[UrbanBohemian]

Yeah, I've done that before and I would again if I had the right person to share with. I would want it to be with a woman who would also share her fantasies but yeah, I would do that again if someone like that came along. I had one person like that here but she stopped logging in. No one's heard from her as far as I can tell. Oh well. She was awesome. But it is fun to share things like that with someone who can do the same thing. I would do it with some of my friends here but I don't think any of them are interested in that.

And yeah, the "spambot" comment is weird. Not sure why he would say that. You have a lot of posts here so... Odd.