I have to get this off my chest, when I post a story it seems as if very strange people come out and just have to tell me what they want me to write or where they want the story to go. How I should have this happen or that happen. The people who like bondage want me to get into that stuff, then there are those that want me to write about lesbian stuff. I can’t write about having sex with a dog and post it on Lit erotica I can only post it at Stories on line. Then I have the people who read about how I learned sex with my brother and they think I am into incest. I HATE incest. I think it is wrong. Did I feel that way when Bill and I learned about sex? No of course not. I think we did what a lot of other kids do, they experiment. Bill and I just did it way more than most kids. I get e-mail asking me if we still do it. Bill and I have a wonderful relationship and I love his wife and children. Bill is all man and loves his family. When I visit we go out and we do some real kinky stuff, but I will not and he will not do anything to jeopardize his family. I am not about to write about fucking horses or any other animal. Look I know I am different than almost all other women, I get that, but even I draw the fucking lines. I do not have sex with children. I do not condone incest between an adult and child. And if I ever could get the chance to be with some sorry ass sick son-of-a-bitch who hurts a child. I would love to cut his fucking dick right off, and then stuff it in his fucking mouth. (a girl can dream can’t she?) All the stuff I do is for pleasure, pleasure between adults, I do a service for all my boyfriends. I know everyone of their wives and they know me. I know what they will and will not do for their husbands, I just will do anything they won’t or do not care to. They have no idea how happy I keep all of their husbands. I have been doing it now for almost 15 years and I will for many more years to come. I do not understand why people can not just read my nasty filthy thought, get turned on, do something about it (jerk off or go have sex with a lover) and then just move on to the next story.
I have to tell you, that sometimes these people are the reason I do not submit stories. I have never stopped writing my stories, I just hate the crap that comes when I post them. Please do not get me wrong, I do get a lot of atta girl’s and positive stuff, but those sicko’s just make me boil with anger and I hate to be angry about anything what so ever. Oh well I think I let out enough steam for now. I wonder what kind of response this is going to bring?
I was asked if I was as horny as I write about, I told him this. (I thought you might like to see as well.)
“If you mean am I horny all the time I can say this for a fact, the only time I do not think or crave sex is when I am doing it working to a climax. I do not "want it," I crave it! I need it! I guess I am just like a drug addict, who has to have drugs sperm is my drug. I am an addict and I have no desire to go to any “Sex Addict” clubs to be "cured" (well, unless it is for sex and lots of it.)
Some may think that is way too much or off the wall (what ever that means.) I on the other hand feel that I never get enough sex, EVER! I can care less why I want to climax as much as I do. Some head doctor could have a field day in my brain. Is it Hormones? Starting sex so young (at age 10 fucking every day of my life?) Growing up with nothing but horny boys around me fucking me eight to fifteen times a day when I was in my early teens? (From age 13 up) is it because I have some unknown need in me to be bad and dirty?
Even when I started my period, I/we never stopped having sex. When I was on the “rag,” the boys never wanted to fuck me in my pussy (only when I was on my period,) so we used my other two wanting and willing holes. I always I got off (came, and came very HARD) having sex with my mouth and asshole just as much as I did with my vagina. Hell I have had multiple sex partners in my ass and/or mouth when I was on my period, (most of the time in both openings at the same time,) My period never stopped them or me. (I think I said that now haven't I!)
To be honest, I could care less what the reason’s are (if any.) I just want a man's dick in me. I think if it where possible to live every minute with a man's dick inside of me I would be in heaven. It is not practical, and it is not going to happen. (Especially when my husband is home Friday through Sunday!) I am just lucky that I have so many friends that have dicks between their legs. They do what they can, but I still wear them out (as they tell me anyway.) Hell sitting here right now I would love to have a man's cock in my mouth and throat. The best I can do at my desk is to sit here with two dildos inside of me and every now and then take the one from my vagina and suck on it a while. (I love the taste of myself mixed with all the cum from the boys they leave inside of me.)
Have fun honey and when you cum, just pretend you are inside of me. I would be honored if I was on your mind the next time you fuck some other woman (or your fist) Just picture yourself fucking the most willing and hardest climaxer (is that a word?) that you have ever had in your life (that would be me!)
Love Linda”
Wow this was a nice change, a real great suggestion. I wanted to share this e-mail with you, it hit me and why not give it a try.
"Well I think based off this blog you certainly
answered everyones question. I know I kept
looking to see if you added anything. Especially
since in one of your previous blogs how you had
some stories that were blocked either by this
site ot Literotica I'm not certain which ones.
All in all your're right it's same old in and out
it's the situations and near misses, anf the
thrill of the chase and reaping the rewards which
make good reading. As wild as your world is and I
have no doubt you love your lifestyle, on paper
it is a repeat of chapter 11 of one of your
stories.
Maybe YOU could inspire another story... Mention
in your blog that the guy or guys that provide
the best fantasy situation that meet your
standards, you'll live it out and maybe include
the auther of the fantasy a staring roll with
Linda Jean? then publish the action as your next
story?"
I have to be honest, I do not know what someone could come up with that I have not already done. But since we are all different, who knows, maybe there is someone out there who has an idea that would grab me. now to know my standards (which are not all that high you know.) you should read all about me from my free web-site and of course my stories. But then if you are here, I would assume you already have, haven’t you?
Keep in mind I am not into Bondage, peeing or shitting on anyone. I do not write about Shirley and myself or any female on female situation (other than what I told you I did in Colorado at the park in my story of “Watching” Hmm what else will I not consider??? Oh yes I am not going to write anything about keeping a sissy boy around. Oh yes I do not write Incest stories either. I wrote about my very early childhood and how my brother and I learned sex together. To me that is history and I hate children having sex with an adult (related or not) My brother and I are very close but we do not have sex anymore, and that is all I will say on that subject.
So think about it, you do not need to write a story your self, just send me an idea that you think I could take and run with. If it wild enough and it gets me in the mood, I just may try it my self so when I write it I’ll be able to identify with the story line. Like I said,I don’t know what you can come up with, but who knows?
I was asked if I was ever going to write any more of my "True Stories" again? (from one of my e-mails.) Here is what I wrote back to him, I thought why not post it on my blog. After all, I did answer the question I get EVERY FUCKING DAY, DAY after DAY after EVERY FUCKING DAY! Opps Sorry I don't want to come across as being PISSED! about being asked that question, do I come across that way? Anyway here is what I told him. (Hey if he reads my blog, he gets to read it twice)
You know you ask a good question and to up front with you I am all out of any new stories about myself. After all how many ways can I write about the things I do? I told the world how I did one thing after another in my years of very active sex. That is why I sort of like my Blog. I use it to share my thoughts. I did some wild things visiting my family this past Thanksgiving when I took my two weeks to have fun away from here. I did things that everyone who knows me, knows what I did and where I went. I went to adult parties, adult bookstores I had lots and lots of dangerous anonymous sex with men I will never see again. So you see, there is nothing new to write about, I wrote about all this time and time again. I was there for sex and to spend time with my family, they all feel I just love to shop (and Oh I do) I went through 8 thousand dollars in two weeks. (But I always do that when I visit.) Only a few hundred went to anything sexual. When I am at the adult movie arcades the men feed the machine’s (and me of course) when I go to a club men buy my drinks which are always “virgin” I hate being dulled by anything that will interfere with my sexual pleasure. Once they know they are going to get me with not being drunk they never insist on alcohol. The look on a man’s face when he knows he is getting sex and he does not have to get the gal drunk and when he finds out I’ll do it there in the men’s room in a hallway, go under the table and suck him off, or I’ll fuck him in his car (or truck,) the alleyway, (so he is off the hook for the cost of a motel) and he knows that is getting laid for normally just one non-alcoholic drink, and to top that off I don’t want any of his money. When they know this, they are just little boys happy as they can be. I have written about what I do at clubs in my stories. I have already written about what I do on the dance floors at the adult clubs I go to. What else can I write about? That is why I get stuck. I can’t just invent sex stuff that I do, I have to do it and once I write about it in so many ways, I’m just beat. Go back over my stories; you will see what I mean. They all have a similar theme, I do not write about things I do not know, I get request to write a story about this and that, have them to this or what ever. I can’t, I have no idea how to relate to that kind of thing unless I have done it myself. So now you know why I have sort of stopped writing, I may get the urge to write (it comes and goes) it all depends on my feelings at the time. Hell just look at my blog, I was going gang-busters until one day some man asked me how I justified what I do and write against my faith and beliefs. I went into shock after I told him the truth, I with drew from everyone, the only one I did not withdraw from was my husband Peter. The boys were mad and pissed at each other thinking that one of them did something wrong. I would go over to Shirley’s and we would just cuddle and not even talk. No sex, nothing more than to just be there for me. (To me that is what real love is.) When Peter was not around to hold me and cuddle it was Shirley. Even Peter noticed the change in the boys at the lodge. I can’t count the times he would tell one or the other to “go home and get laid.” I chuckle now, because that is exactly what they wanted, but I was in too much of a funk to do my part. Hey they are addicted to our sex life as bad as I am and to have it come to a fast halt hurt everyone (not just me) things are pretty much back to normal, the boys are happy, Peter is happy, I am happy and who knows maybe I’ll one day see if I can put all that crap together into a nasty little story for the boys to get excited to and get off with. Hmm I am sitting here wondering if I answered your question or not, Did I?
Want to hear (read) something funny? Look before I get on my soapbox know this I am way, way, way short of being perfect. I like to think that when it comes to anything (but sex) that I am a very good, compassionate human being. I think you know me from the sex side… Other than NOT telling my husband what I do, I try as best as I know how not to lie to him or others (yea, yea, not telling him or keeping him from knowing about me and my wild, wild sex life can be considered lying.) Gee here I’m trying to tell you something and I go off on this tangent.
Anyway I get lots and lots of e-mails. But I have got to share this one with you I think the man thinks I am blond (I’m a red head with real fire down in the box) and before you get on my ass, I don’t think blonds are dumb…(it just a saying) anyway he sends me e-mails with pictures and he tells me that it is pictures of him and his wife, then the next day I get more pictures from him telling me that they are pictures of his wife with other men, then Yep you guessed it more pictures with her having lots of fun with men and some girls but get this, every day it is a different woman and some days when it is himself and his wife the men are different. I asked him what he was doing and no more e-mails. I guess he wanted to send me pictures and he in his mind, he is married to all those lovely women having lots of fun. I guess we all in some way pretend in some fashion. But if I would send anyone a picture and say that it was me (even if it wasn’t,) I sure as hell would not send another picture the next day of someone else and tell them again that it was a picture of me. Oh no, I would wait a few months hoping that you deleted the pictures so you could not compare them and find out that I am out in LuLu land. Oh yea I forgot some of you already think that of me. Who am I to tell you that you are wrong? I guess a woman would have to be way out there to do the shit that I do, and then write and talk about it. So maybe he felt comfortable doing what he did. After all a crazy lady couldn’t catch him at it now could she?