Respnse to Carol 3

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If I don't stop writing now I won't get anything done, I'll write more tonight. I do want to continue your story but you'll have to be patient. I'm very slow and particular when I write and my time is stretched with too many less exciting things.

 

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Getting nothing done today

I wasn't sure you were ready to read it.

 

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More......

The first written pornography I ever read was a novel that I found lying on the street. It opened up a whole new world for me and I jerked off with it constantly. There was one particular part that I favored in the story where the heroine visited a club where they had live sex acts onstage. She and her friends sat and watched a woman come onstage alone.

There was a vanity and it was as if she were coming into her bedroom. She was wearing a very low-cut dress and she sat at the vanity and put on her make-up. She then started slipping into her stockings and admiring herself in the mirror. As she was doing this, one of her breasts slipped from her top and hung quivering. The writer described through the thoughts of the heroine how this was much more exciting than her whole nudity would have been.

The woman glanced back and forth as if making sure she was alone and then began to fondle her dangling breast. She was standing with one foot was up on the stool of the vanity and soon began to rub her pussy. Soon she was masturbating furiously and came in full view of the audience. The viewer described how people in the audience began pleasuring themselves and each other with their hands under the tables.

I left this novel, with the page marked, in our bathroom for my mother to find and hopefully get turned on by it. It was a thrill just to do this alone, to let mom read something that I had been cumming to a hundred times. At some point after this I was returning home and for some reason I entered the house quietly. It was summer and just the screen door was closed. My mom wasn't in the living room and so I made my way towards the dining room. I could hear a buzzing sound coming from the bathroom which adjoined the dining room to the right. I stood silent, just around the corner and listened intently to the unmistakable sound of her masturbating. My dick grew hard and I had to see what she was doing. I gathered my nerve and decided to pass through and turn into the kitchen which was on the left. As I passed, I glanced over breifly without stopping.

Baby, her right foot was up on the toilet and she had this hair de-tangling device between her legs, which had oscillating combs and vibrated like crazy. She was wearing her usual thin, lowcut, red, terrycloth nightgown on with heels which was typical in the evening. Her mouth was wide open and her left breast was hanging outside of her nightie. Her nipples were huge, long and distended from desire and the bottom of her gown was bunched up at the top of her thigh. In a flash she put her breast back and brought her leg down as I dissapeared into the kitchen.

I blurted something casual out to act as if I'd seen nothing, but my heart was pounding and I was so hard. So hard baby. I made a quick retreat to my bedroom and had the best orgasm of my young life. We never spoke of it, but that split second image is clear as a bell in my mind still as I rub my dick reliving it.

 

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The Dress

Feel free to tell me if anything I write is offensive or not appealling to you. I'm sort of searching for your buttons and trying different things. Since you found me through my previous stories, I'm not too worried.

 

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Thoughts

You wrote a beautiful letter to me.

 

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The Sequel

I've started writing a sequel

 

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Crushed

What turns me on the most is seeing a woman so lost in her own lust that she loses all control and becomes very frantic. I like to watch a woman doing really dirty things, I like to be shocked by the depth of her desire. Some would think that this is humiliating to women but then most would find the subject of fantasy incest completely wrong and bad as well.

 

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Glad

I've always been fascinated and enthralled by women and sex. I can remember getting erections when I was a very small boy by watching dancers on television or looking at my parent's friend's legs. I love living in places where there are a lot of beautiful women that dress well and like to look sexy. Of course I'm typically male and voyeuristic.

 

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Fun

you'll notice in my writings that I haven't brought any of my characters together completely, yet. To me, the final act of sex would be the end and I find the exhibitionist/voyueristic aspect much more realistic and exciting.

 

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I've submitted what I had written thus far on the sequel, it should post in a few days.

 

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Confused

Nothing to say here, Tony

 

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Teasing

One time in my early twenties I came home to visit for Christmas. I bought mom a sheer nightgown as a gift with the hope of seeing her in it. I told my girlfriend who came with me that she liked to "Feel sexy." But I'm sure she must have thought it was an odd gift for a son to give his mother. The crazy thing was, that when we got to her house for dinner she was wearing something that was almost kinky. Keep in mind that this was the early eighties and people dressed much different, but it was almost a french maid's outfit. She was all in black with a sheer top and short, satin skirt. Her heels were very high and while she prepared dinner she wore a white, ruffled apron around her waist.

My sister and girlfriend were snickering and I pretended to also, but it made me so hot. My mother was incredibly pretty, I don't know if I told you that, but she was exceptional. I think I remember both of us being a little red faced when she opened my gift and had we been alone, I'd have asked her to model it for me right then and there. I was a little older and more assured than in my teens.

Anyway, that night guests had left and I can't remember whether it was just my girlfriend and I left in the house or if my sisters were there too but after we had gone to bed my mom was still up. I told my girlfriend that I was going downstairs for a bit, that I'd be back soon. I knew that it was my only chance to see her alone on that trip and I wanted to see her in her gown.

The memory is vague because I was a bit drunk probably, but I remember sitting on the couch close to her in the dim light and making small talk. I was flirting with her and ask her why she wasn't wearing the nightie I bought for her. She wouldn't try it on for me and I didn't push too hard but the electricity was strong between us. I would flatter her and I'm sure that it was obvious that I was horny.
She enjoyed the attention and seemed like a shy girl.

We sat for some time and talked and I made no attempt to hide my glances at her breasts and legs. I was very close to attempt to touch her in some way, but couldn't and finally I said goodnight and went upstairs.

 

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Thursday night

I was going to try to defend a lady's choice and reasons for getting tattooed or the world of tattooing in general, but I like you conservative and the difference in our lifestyles makes this so much better. Don't you think? I will say that it's refreshing to find a woman without any. I do and see so many dumb ones and these days.

 

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Friday Morning

I came with you this morning.


(T)

 

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sorry to interrupt...bump

 

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Too Good.

I'll probably be home very late tomorrow night too because of our busy weekend at work and the fact that my friends and I are going downtown again.

 

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Twice

I masturbated twice this morning

 

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Verbose

I've wondered whether it's all a fabrication from a 300 pound black man in Arkansas

T

 

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No sweetie

You are beautiful.

T

 

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Journal Entry

I tried to hide the fact that I was hard all night around her but over the next couple of days I'm going to let my dick get hard in front of her to see if she notices. I really want her to know what she does to me.

 

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At Her Husband's Request Pt. 2

I got 2 feedbacks this morning.

 

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Dressed for me

I'm not actively looking for women to role-play with

 

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Thoughts

I'm off today and home working on my place, trying to get it ready to sell.

Two thoughts:

(1) I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit for your writing skills. The reason most of the stories on Literotica suck is because they jump right into the sex without any build up. Your account of the mall trip is one of the sexiest things I've ever read and there was no direct sex invoved. If you like, we could collaborate on a story at some point. You may have no interest in writing at all but I guarantee that you'd be appreciated and it would turn you on to do it. I'll help any way you like.

(2) When I suggested that you tease your son in the way way that I described in the story, I didn't nessesarily mean exactly like that. Just occasionally let him have the chance to see you in something revealing. Even the briefest moment will be enough to give you both endless thrills.

I remember once I was staying at my Dad's house and for some reason I was sleeping on the couch in the living room. I asked my Stepmother for some extra blankets and she brought them out to me. She was wearing the shortest, semi-transparent nightie with nothing but panties underneath. The whole event lasted only seconds, but it still makes me hard to think of it.

Another time we were camping and she was wearing short shorts and a top that was cropped short loose fitting under her large breasts. We were docking a small boat after being on the river and she was moving towards the front of the boat, leaning forward holding on for balance. From my point of view sitting behind her I could see her entire breasts hanging and swinging.

I wanted to go see a cave that was on the other side of the river and my Dad suggested that she and I go. We did and the trail to the cave wound up a very steep hill. She led the way and was bent forward the entire time, allowing me many glorious views.

On that same trip I was able to watch her swimming and bathing nude in the river as I spied with binoculars and jacked off.

None of the things that happened with my Mother or Stepmother affected our relationship negatively, but remain as my hottest memories because of my inexperience at the time.

Of course it would be out of the ordinary to let your son see you openly walking around the house in nothing but a garterbelt and heels, but I think you'll come up with some ideas and I hope you'll tell me about them.

 

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Don't worry

I won't write any more on the series unless you say that it's O.K. I think you're probably over reacting and nothing bad will come of it. You seem to be in a state much like what I foresaw and described in the story in question. Uncanny. It's a big world and there are many women that fit your description, you'll see. I'll quote the story: "You've spent way too much time dwelling on this alone this morning baby, it's going to be fine." Your guilt will pass and you'll be smiling and thinking of me.

 

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Oh

You meant kill this thread. O.K., will you give me another title to start a new one? If so, I'll kill each one after a few replies if that will work? I hope you don't wish to break contact entirely. I'll edit these last three posts too after I hear from you that you've read them.