A Bedtime Story

I wanted to tell you a little "bedtime" story. I hope you enjoy it.


She woke up from a deep sleep... the kind of sleep that leaves your body slowly, fogging your mind and your senses. She threw off the covers but still lay on the bed, allowing the dullness to seep out of her. 


As she became a little more alert, she realized that her nerves were a little on edge. She had the distinct feeling of not being alone. She lay there, with her t-shirt up around her waist, listening with her full attention, and then pulled her shirt down to cover herself a little better. She couldn't hear anything, so she sat up in bed. That was when she saw a movement outside of her window. A furtive movement that caught her attention like a bear trap.


She stopped herself from running to the window because in the moment that she was aware of a peeping tom, she also realized that she knew him. He was the new neighbor who had moved in upstairs! She had found him attractive in a quirky way, but hadn't thought too much about him. The thought that he was drawn to her caused an interesting sensation in her belly. He wanted to watch her sleep? Or maybe was hoping for more of a show...


She stayed where she was, but sat up on the bed, and fixed her hair a little. Her long, blond layers were scrambled around her head, and she used her fingers to straighten them out a little. Her pussy gave a little pulse as the idea of "putting on a show" started to sink in.


She got up and stretched with her arms up over her head... allowing her t-shirt to hike up and show her panties. She did some basic stretches to work out the night's kinks in her body. She saw through the reflection in a framed picture on her wall that her peeper had returned. She felt another pulse of excitement and her heart sped up a bit.


She slowly lifted off her shirt, and threw it on her hamper. She felt her body with her hands... enjoying the slight friction across her skin, her nipples. She noticed that they perked right up and smiled inside. She walked to her bathroom and deliberately opened up the window about 3" to get some ventilation, and stepped out of her panties. She knew that her neighbor, Tom? Shawn?, would make his way to the newly opened window which was only a few feet from the other. She felt so much excitement building in her to think of his eyes following her... watching her, seeing her move and touch herself, knowing that he'd get an erection because of her...


She turned on the shower and tied up her hair. She stepped in and left the curtain open a bit on the end that faced the window. She thought she saw him move carefully into view. She turned away so that he wouldn't worry about being caught by her. 


She pumped a handful of soap into her hand and lathered up her body, using long strokes along her belly and sides, and then all around her firm ass. She bent forward to wash her legs, giving him a perfect view of her butt and snatch. She felt herself getting wet on the inside... she had no idea that she was capable of such a thing as showing herself to a stranger, but she was enjoying it so much that she didn't stop to think. She just lathered her body and moved so that he could see every inch of her that was possible to see. She turned with her eyes closed, feeling his eyes on her, and rubbed her breasts clean, making her nipples stand out from the suds like two tight pink rosebuds. Her hands were his hands in her mind... his hands covered in soapy bubbles, spreading across her wet, warm body... his hands moving down towards her pussy, rubbing down between her legs... the water sluicing down her front, the hand down, the fingers pressing against her clit... she was lost in the moment and continued to touch herself, one hand rubbing and grabbing her tits, and the other hand putting a delicious pressure on her pussy... she had forgotten herself and her hand moved in and out of her tight little hole... keeping pressure on her clit as she did so, her mouth relaxed open, the water cascaded over her body... outside, her neighbor's eyes were glued to her as his hand pulled at his hard cock inside his pants...

What I Did Today...

So, I don't know if I mentioned this yet, but I love to show myself to others. I'm very naughty that way. I get a thrill by revealing myself... it's as much a thrill to me as going on a roller coaster. 


I especially enjoy revealing myself to women, and wondering if they were turned on by me. When I say reveal myself, I mean by way of the PhotoSwap app on the iPhone. It's a fun way to see inside of other people's lives, often under their clothes, ha ha, and to show them a little of yourself, also.


The most exciting thing is to get a good "dialogue" going with one person... swapping sexy photos for a while. Each revelation more exciting than the last... more daring. More graphic.


I would never share any of those photos I've received online, as they are private pictures, sent to me only. The photos that I share of myself with others, I'd hope would stay in their possession, also. I have discovered, however, that someone posted a series of photos of me. I wasn't happy that I'd been betrayed in that manner. Truly very disrespectful.


I may want to be seen, but I don't want to be advertised, if you know what I mean? The excitement for me is partly that it's a private, naughty exchange. Glimpses under the skirt, or a peek down the blouse. That's exciting. I've learned a few lessons from that discovery.


What gets you off? What excites you? If you're out there reading this... share with me. I want to know.


Back to PhotoSwap... ;-)


p.s.
Tomorrow I'm reading you a little bedtime story... hope you're here for that.

Discovering Yourself

When you were young, were you only attracted to the opposite sex? Or if you call yourself gay, were you only attracted to people of the same sex? (I don't care for labels, but it's the world we live in. Sorry if I sound coarse.) When I was young, I remember having crushes on boys, and becoming friends with girls. Nothing was unusual until I was around nine years old. At that age, my best friend, a girl, and I had dug around in my mom's undergarment drawer and found one of her corsets. We took turns putting it on ourselves, and having the other undo the eye-hooks, one at a time, sensually. (I put it down to too much exposure to her mom's "romance" novels, which we used to flip through for words like "breasts," "heaving," or "erect member.") We played pretend that one of us was a boy when we did this. I remember feeling especially naughty and also kind of aroused, inasmuch as you can be at nine.


I'm not sure how much that colored how I viewed my sexuality. I think that it's more telling that when another friend of mine and I discovered her father's stash of Penthouse magazines, that I was very fascinated with what I saw in their pages... images of women with other women, in very sensual settings. I returned to those images as often as I could! I was about 10 or 11 then.


I was still always crushing on boys, though. I don't even remember having crushes on any girls until much later. My early years were more about viewing other girls as either friends or competition. I wanted the attention of the boy that I was interested in, and I talked to my closest girlfriends about him. That's how it was. 

There are people that say they are "pan-sexual" and this is new to me. I'm not sure where I fit in... I don't like labels, as I've said. I feel that they're just ways people can put you into ordered boxes and I don't like being boxed. I prefer to be who I am and let others be who they are, and as long as everyone is happy with that, then that's okay.


Was your sexuality informed by your youthful experiences? Were you just always the same? I'm curious about this. Do you recall any defining moments in your youth? I STILL want to wear a corset and have another woman release me from it....


I still have yet to be with a woman. I've only had men as sex partners. I am longing for this to happen... but don't want to do anything that will not feel natural and organic. It just has to happen on its own, I think. I'm open to the experience.   

My First Blog Post... An Introduction

I started this blog as a way of opening up conversations with people regarding sexuality.


My (condensed, very truncated) story is this: I am a girl who grew up with conventional ideas about sex and sexuality, and I delved into this world too early. I had bad experiences that left me confused and a little damaged. (Psychologically, a lot damaged.) I withdrew. I met people who tried to encourage me to rejoin this world, but I was never really satisfied. As an adult, I finally was able to overcome my intimacy fears, and found this world opened up for me... in many different ways.


I'm here to talk to you about different issues regarding sex and sexuality. I find that I enjoy it very much now, and it's a surprise.


I hope you'll speak to me. Share your ideas, thoughts and feelings with me.