Going for it, finally.

[TxRad]

The drilling rig I was workibng at, got stuck and then broke down. I was working in a 24 foot trailer that I had to myself as I sent my night hand home since he lived close by. I was close to 50 at the time. I had never written anything. On this job we had our first computer. When I got bored, I opened a copy of works for windows and pulled up a black sheet in Word. 357 Pages and a year later, I had my novel, Sweet and Spicy Horny toads.

That was 300 stories ago.

My Parents were dead but both my sisters know I write porn, uh, erotica. Anyone who asks also know more than they probably bargained for. I'm old so what does it matter. The local book club loves me.

 

[MetaBob]

Samesies. My family is a bit odd. High libidos being genetic and all. For example, I'm very well aware, having been told the story multiple times, that I was conceived in an apple tree. I even know which one. So that's fun.

My daughter was conceived in a convent.

My youngest son was conceived when my wife returned from a college reunion. "Aren't you ovulating now?" I asked. "No, I checked," she said.

Yes, she'd been ovulating.

My oldest son was (almost) conceived on a train at Versailles.

My second son was born in a bathtub.

Life's been good to me so far.

 

[SeraphNocturne]

I know so many people that have done that. Or at least intended to and stopped after 3 or 4. It's bananas to me. What on earth does it really matter?! Humans...flippin' weirdos. I'm sorry you have that story and that you don't really have any way to discuss it with her. It's not something that can always help, but it simply not being available hurts all the more.

I guess cruel irony has it’s way, she got her boy after three girls and he turned out to be a little demon! Don’t let me bum you out, though… she had a rough life and was in a lot of pain for years before she passed. I look to the positives there where I can.

Probably not any worse than in the back of a car.

Cars have cushioning though! I can’t imagine scraping any bits against rough bark… hopefully they had a blanket at least?

The hippie in me is actually warming up to this idea.

 

[DeLaFaye]

The local book club loves me.

I need to find a book club like this!

 

[DeLaFaye]

My daughter was conceived in a convent.

My youngest son was conceived when my wife returned from a college reunion. "Aren't you ovulating now?" I asked. "No, I checked," she said.

Yes, she was ovulating.

My oldest son was (almost) conceived on a train at Versailles.

The question is, do they know this? (And what?! A convent! Love it!)

 

[Candy_Kane54]

Unfortunately, my father died twenty six years before I submitted my first story here. My first story submitted, Your Silver Nights and Golden Days was a love story without any kinks. It is still my highest rated story.

 

[DeLaFaye]

The hippie in me is actually warming up to this idea.

That's the worst part! I don't hate it, FOR ME, like doing it. I fucking love fucking outside. But I don't need or want to think about them doing it! I don't think I'm legally allowed to, given their ages at the time.

 

[MillieDynamite]

My first writings were at the urging of my then-foster father and my counselor. While they weren't erotic to most, some would like them. It was things that happened to me and what I wanted to do to those who hurt me.

 

[DeLaFaye]

Stomach and lower back for me.

Sometimes after I talk to my parents my husband will come sit next to me and rub my lower back and remind me to unclench my jaw and relax my shoulders.

I could talk to his mom for hours, my own gets a half hour, tops, before I need to go for whatever reason I can come up with.

"Oh that's me, yep, I gotta go, K, BYE!" And hang up. I don't think most people need a reason, or care about one really. I don't talk on the phone though. Gives me anxiety, and also I don't like to. Unless I like the person. I like, like 3 people, so it doesn't happen often.

 

[SeraphNocturne]

That's the worst part! I don't hate it, FOR ME, like doing it. I fucking love fucking outside. But I don't need or want to think about them doing it! I don't think I'm legally allowed to, given their ages at the time.

I don’t think anyone who’s ahm… sound of mind want to think about their parents going at it! My parent have an age gap so yeah, I don’t wanna think about that shit either.

I won’t touch the topic of age. Often discussed here, always squicky from my point of view.

 

[MetaBob]

The question is, do they know this? (And what?! A convent! Love it!)

Yeah, they repurposed part of the convent as a B&B -- there aren't so many nuns these days and they had lots of very nice space that was no longer in use. We "slept" in a small bed in a quiet hallway, and my wife was never a screamer no matter how much fun she might've been having, though perhaps that time (and on the train at Versailles, and the offshore rock in full view of the temporarily deserted beach, and the tiny Polski Fiat, and the picnic table at the State Park, and ...) she enjoyed that anyone could've stumbled in at any time. Maybe the nuns heard or maybe not. I'm sure some nun ghosts did, though, and I like to think they blessed us for it; we got a strong, opinionated daughter, after all.

 

[onehitwanda]

Next time I'm out that way I'll take a picture for you. Of the tree! Just the fucking tree...

Assshagssil instead of Yggdrasill

 

[DeLaFaye]

My first writings were at the urging of my then-foster father and my counselor. While they weren't erotic to most, some would like them. It was things that happened to me and what I wanted to do to those who hurt me.

My morbid curiosity - did writing it out help? I've been doing a lot of research into examples of people taking/refusing revenge and the outcomes and how they felt over the span of their own lives. It's fascinating how satisfying revenge actually seems to be. Everyone says it won't be, but they are apparently wrong. Not that I'm implying anything. I imagine just very visually living it out through your writings could be quite useful. I'm sorry any of that happened to you. It shouldn't have.

 

[DeLaFaye]

nun ghosts

I really want to read about ghost nuns talking about the sex they keep creeping on at their once convent now turned B&B. They could secretly confess to some naughty things from their past life.

 

[SeraphNocturne]

Yeah, they repurposed part of the convent as a B&B -- there aren't so many nuns these days and they had lots of very nice space that was no longer in use. We "slept" in a small bed in a quiet hallway, and my wife was never a screamer no matter how much fun she might've been having, though perhaps that time (and on the train at Versailles, and the offshore rock in full view of the beach, and the tiny Polski Fiat, and the picnic table at the State Park, and ...) she enjoyed that anyone could've stumbled in at any time. Maybe the nuns heard or maybe not. I'm sure some nun ghosts did, though, and I like to think they blessed us for it; we got a strong, opinionated daughter, after all.

Oooooh you’re naughty Bob! Absolutely scandalous.

 

[MillieDynamite]

My morbid curiosity - did writing it out help? I've been doing a lot of research into examples of people taking/refusing revenge and the outcomes and how they felt over the span of their own lives. It's fascinating how satisfying revenge actually seems to be. Everyone says it won't be, but they are apparently wrong. Not that I'm implying anything. I imagine just very visually living it out through your writings could be quite useful. I'm sorry any of that happened to you. It shouldn't have.

Yes, writing it out has helped a great deal. I still, on rare occasions, will pen a rape tale.

 

[DeLaFaye]

at least two days

Yes! And it's not that hard, really. Just send a quick text letting me know that you're gonna call with the precise time and date and do not call early or late. There is one person whom I love dearly and she calls me out of the blue and I do answer but fffuuuck it kills me. I'm so glad to know the Venn diagram of my weirdness factors has more people in the multiple sets than I thought.

 

[alohadave]

My daughter was conceived in a convent.

My youngest son was conceived when my wife returned from a college reunion. "Aren't you ovulating now?" I asked. "No, I checked," she said.

Yes, she'd been ovulating.

My oldest son was (almost) conceived on a train at Versailles.

My second son was born in a bathtub.

Life's been good to me so far.

I found out, well after I was married, that my brother and I had both been conceived when my mom missed taking her birth control pills. That was a bit of a shock to find out.

 

[MillieDynamite]

Happy accidents, um, is there such a thing?

I found out, well after I was married, that my brother and I had both been conceived when my mom missed taking her birth control pills. That was a bit of a shock to find out.

 

[alohadave]

Happy accidents, um, is there such a thing?

I'm certainly happy with the result, so I guess they do exist.

 

[SeraphNocturne]

Yes, writing it out has helped a great deal. I still, on rare occasions, will pen a rape tale.

You’re brave, to speak on your experiences. I’m glad to hear you’ve found healing through writing… though I’m sorry you’ve ever been in that position.

 

[MillieDynamite]

It was a long time ago, and happened to a person who no longer exists. Also, I'm feeling much better now.

 

[DeLaFaye]

I won’t touch the topic of age. Often discussed here, always squicky from my point of view.

When I was 18, on my birthday, true story, I got a very large dragon tattoo by a rather intimidating tattoo artist who was in his late 40's then. I'm still quite taken with him (it wasn't really all that long ago) and have a story in my head that'll be the one that marks off the Mature category for me. Just saying.

 

[MetaBob]

I really want to read about ghost nuns talking about the sex they keep creeping on at their once convent now turned B&B. They could secretly confess to some naughty things from their past life.

What a great story idea!

Oooooh you’re naughty Bob! Absolutely scandalous.

At the picnic table at the State Park, we'd been teasing each other through our jeans for something like 20 minutes until we were both fit to pop, so I pulled into the state park. The lone picnic table just happened to be there on the edge of the deserted parking lot, and stuff went on from there, minus pants.

Something like that made it into one of my stories.

Minus her dominating him with magic and martial arts, of course. Same picnic table at the same state park, though. I visit the alehouse every few months when I'm passing through; I like their IPA.

 

[SeraphNocturne]

When I was 18, on my birthday, true story, I got a very large dragon tattoo by a rather intimidating tattoo artist who was in his late 40's then. I'm still quite taken with him (it wasn't really all that long ago) and have a story in my head that'll be the one that marks off the Mature category for me. Just saying.

Daddy issues for days over here… no judgement!