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Interview with Porn Star Hotwife Sara Anne and her Husband
Interview with Porn Star Hotwife Sara Anne and her Hubby
LOLA – Sara Anne – I’m such a BIG fan! I’m so glad you agreed to this interview. And I’m really glad the interview with “After Hours Radio” came out first so I could listen to it and come up with some interesting questions based upon what I’ve learned about you and your hubby.
That said, first question: Not sure if you’ve raid Rated X by Maitland Ward, the former “Boy Meets World” star, turned adult film star, but her story reminded me a lot of you. She was brought up with strict and conventional notions of sex and, though not a prude, she documents the long journey for her personally and professionally to get from where she was to where she is now. What was your upbringing like and how did you get into making your own adult content?
S.A. – I was raised in a Catholic household that didn’t really talk about sex or educate me on sex and sexuality. My father was verbally abusive and, as such, I no longer have a relationship with him and sadly my mother passed suddenly over a decade ago now. I barely even kissed a boy before I was 17, but once I did the floodgates were turned loose and I lost my virginity on the cliche prom night. From there, I experimented with a lot of different guys and by the time I met my husband I was already well into double digit numbers. On our first night together we both said we were the best each other ever had and we were soon married after that. It was not long after our marriage that my hubby said that I was so good he had to share me with his friends. While I was reluctant at first, eventually I did start having sex with him and his friends at parties. After several years of experimenting with the “lifestyle,” hubby started filming me with other men (with their permission of course). We showed it to some people and they liked it, so we shared it on social media and before long Amature Pornstar Hotwife Sara Anne was born!
LOLA – One reason Maitland Ward reminded me of you was because she talks about how, when first getting started, her husband was the camera man. Question for you, Hubby: Did you frequently fantasize about Sara Anne being with other men (and women), or how did that come about? Does it turn you on now to see her with other people making porn?
Hubby – I did! From the first time I was with her, I thought she was so good that I couldn’t keep her all to myself and I wanted to share her with my friends. I also knew her “number” and knew that even though she swore she could be “faithful” I would never have wanted that for her. Why would I take away something from her that she has enjoyed doing so much and was so good at? I’ve always said, Sara’s men are like going to an amusement park. She has a favorite ride (me), but she still wants to ride all of the other rides and why would I ever deprive someone I love so deeply of that. In turn, she has remained “faithful” to me for nearly 20 years now. We are one of the closest couples you will ever meet and we are definitely each other’s forever. I still fantasize about her with other men and the only porn I ever watch are her films. I truly enjoy watching her work her craft and getting it on film for the rest of the world to enjoy as well. Someday I hope that managing her career and filming her will be my only job.
LOLA – Would you, Hubby, ever consider being in a film or photos with Sara Anne?
Hubby – If you have a keen eye, you can find parts of me in many of her films. However, for now, my face cannot be shown for business related reasons. Someday though, I’ll make my first full appearance!
LOLA – I heard on the interview with “After Hours” that one of your “friends” found out about the porn and then outed you. Can you describe what that was like?
S.A. – Extremely stressful at first. We had to do damage control when we first found out that our “friends” were telling all of our other friends about it. Long story short, ultimately all of our friends told us that they kind of suspected all along but that we had never made them uncomfortable in any way and that they knew we were good people and that it really didn’t change anything about our relationship with them. We actually did not end up losing a single friend over it and now it’s fun to listen to them ask questions and joke with us about it.
LOLA – You said in that interview that one of the things you had to do was tell your sons about your new profession. I think you said one of your sons is 16. How old are they? And what was their reaction?
S.A. – In attempting to keep my family protected and out of the story as much as possible, I will say one is late teens and the other is mid 20s. The older was okay with it, but didn’t want to know any more. The younger had a lot of questions but ultimately is also “cool” with it and now can’t be blindsided by friends finding out and not being prepared with a response. He has even joked with me a couple of times about it. It did not change our relationship with our children in the slightest and, in fact, I think they are more open and honest with us now that we have been transparent with them.
LOLA – What do you think of the term “MILF”? Do you think that your sons’ friends (or their parents) see you that way?
S.A. – LOL…. Hubby has always considered me a Mom I Love to Fuck. I honestly try to stay detached from their friends’ parents because I don’t want one of them recognizing me and making things awkward. When I do interact with them, I’m usually not as glammed up as you see me on film or photos so I don’t honestly know if they consider me a MILF or not.
LOLA – What are some of the reactions that you’ve received from friends and family when they found out about your work?
S.A. – As mentioned before, everyone has been very supportive after asking a million questions. They have seen how strong our relationship is and how well we get along, so it’s hard to argue that we are doing anything wrong. It’s been over a year since it all came out and I feel like everything has just gone back to normal. . . other than the occasional joke or question now and then. We both like that we don’t have to hide it any more. It’s like a huge weight lifted off of our shoulders.
LOLA – Hubby, have your guy friends had any response about what Sara Anne does? Do they say things to you like, “I wish my wife did that” or “Your wife is so hot! I saw her in the last video and. . .” ?
Hubby – Honestly, believe it or not, all of my guy friends have been very nonchalant about it and it rarely comes up. The plus side is when she or we are trying to pick someone up while we are out, we don’t have to sneak around about it anymore.
LOLA – Any negative or judgmental reactions from friends or family?
S.A. – Honestly, none. We had one couple that initially did not want to be friends with us any more, but after about six months they decided they missed us. Our other friends had told them nothing has changed and they realized they were wrong to react the way they did. We got together and talked it out and now are back to being good friends again.
LOLA – Ever have a screening at your house for friends and family before the video is released?
S.A. – Never, and I don’t think we would ever try to do that. Just because they are okay with it doesn’t mean we want to shove it in their face.
LOLA – Do you come out of a session with another man and ever go home and, when having an intimate moment with your hubby, tell him how amazing it was? What is his reaction?
S.A. – Oh, one of our rules is that he always wants all the details and I happily oblige him. I enjoy seeing how much it turns him on to hear me talk about it and when the story is done, both of us love him “reclaiming” me. Sex is never better than when hubby goes last and I truly don’t feel satisfied until I’ve had him after being with another man.
LOLA – Hubby, do you have a preference to see Sara Anne in a scene with another man, another woman, or with multiple men?
Hubby – YES! LOL. I just enjoy seeing her have fun and seeing her smile, whatever she is doing, whether it’s sex or riding amusement park rides or singing karaoke, her smile means everything to me.
LOLA – Sara Anne, who are or were some porn stars you admired or got off to either past or present?
S.A. – Believe it or not, I don’t watch much porn and never watch my own films. I enjoy having great sex and getting it on film. I occasionally will do some light research with hubby for ideas for new material, but in general I prefer to make my own fantasies come true rather than watch other people on film. We both also prefer to watch it live when we do, which is why we love to attend lifestyle parties and enjoy the show that we get to see. Live porn is always better than screen porn!
LOLA – Hubby, if you’ve been reading what HH writes about me, and I’m not sure if you have, then you know that one of my kinks is turning on married men who have beautiful wives. I include you in that category. Any thoughts about me?
Hubby – I said before, the only porn I ever watch is Sara Anne’s, but that doesn’t mean I don’t read it! The stories are hot and I think it would be incredible to film you and Sara Anne together. It would be called MILF and Nymph.
LOLA – Sara Anne, as you know, in my relationship with HH, I’m allowed to play, but he is not. I get incredibly jealous. But for you, if the roles were reversed and Hubby was doing the adult films with other women, how do you think that would make you feel?
S.A. – In the beginning we were strictly a Hotwife couple and I wouldn’t have dreamed of ever sharing him. I always felt that he would find something better, but over the years he convinced me that he was never going anywhere no matter what. Eventually we did change to a full-swap couple, although he still prefers to just sit back and sip some bourbon and enjoy the show I put on for him. While we have made the transition to full-swap, it’s same room only and I can’t imagine a scenario where I would be fully okay with not being there while he was with another woman. He has and does let me play with other men by myself and perhaps that is just because he has that much faith in us, but in recent years we pretty much only play together. It’s about enjoying each other’s pleasures together rather than trying to get something from somewhere else.
LOLA – Sara Anne, what was the most fun you’ve had doing this?
S.A. – Oh wow! It would be hard to say exactly, as there have been so many different fun experiences. The first time I squirted, the first time I got DVP’d, my first gangbang. . . and so many more!
LOLA – Do you do this for the money, the fun, or both?
S.A. – Well Hubby doesn’t see a dime of my income and lets me spend all of my “porn money” on whatever I want. Of course I use it to buy gifts for him, but mostly it’s to support my “vanilla hobby” (which I will keep private for now). So yes, the money is nice, but I did it for fun for almost 13 years before I ever made a dime. It was due to sheer boredom during the pandemic that I found OnlyFans and started my account in May of 2020. So yeah, it’s always been about fun, but the extra income is really great too and I want to especially give a shout out to my fans who realize that while this is a lot of fun, it’s a lot of work to also bring my films to life. So, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU to anyone who has ever donated their hard earned money to enjoying watching me do what I love. It means the world to me and motivates me to keep going for as long as you want to see me having fun with my clothes off!
LOLA – Best part of this job?
S.A. – Being a happily married woman who still gets to experience the entire world of sex that is out there. I am a proud SLUT and have always said that word stands for “Sexually Liberated Unlike Them!”
L – Worst part of this job?
S.A. – Trying to find people who are willing to be on camera with me!
LOLA – Would you say you ooze confidence, that this work has made you more confident, or that you struggle with confidence to get naked and have sex with strangers?
S.A. – I am definitely not a confident girl and that dates back to my upbringing and early boyfriends. I was also a late bloomer, so no one ever told me I was attractive until I was in my early 20s. I’m actually extremely shy when you first meet me and am not good at small talk. That being said, I think I know that I am really great at sex and I’ve been hearing it my entire life, so I honestly have zero issues meeting someone one minute and have them fucking me silly the next. When it comes to sex, that is where my confidence lies!
LOLA – Gang bang, glory hole, bukkake goals for a film?
S.A. – I have one gang bang in the books (hopefully you have seen it) and another scheduled tentatively for this summer. I’m not opposed to glory hole or bukkake, but again its finding the guys willing!
LOLA – Any kinks or fetishes that are a real turn-on or turn-off for you?
S.A. – I’ll start with turn-offs: anything to do with anal sex. I’ve tried with professionals, it’s just not a pleasure zone for me. My pussy is pretty amazing and allows me to orgasm in multiple ways multiple times. Even the hint at backdoor play turns me off and will get me out of the mood really quickly. As for turn-ons and fetishes – Oh please creampie me! I don’t know what it is, but I love when a guy creampies me and especially a new guy! Sex isn’t complete until I can feel their cock swell inside me just before their cum explodes in my pussy. I love the new warm wetness its creates and I always orgasm hard instantly as soon as I feel it and it’s the very best way to finish sex with me.
Hubby – My biggest turn on is just seeing her naked. It’s also great watching her with other men and I also love when she adds a new guy to her list. We have a running joke that when she’s done and the guy has left or we are on our way home, she gets a big hi-five from me. I know we are always looking forward to the next one!
LOLA – Do you still masturbate and, if so, to what?
S.A. – I do, at least a few times a week and honestly it’s more about relaxation for me, so I don’t really masturbate to anything in particular. If hubby is available, I just ask him to fuck me (which he always does), but if he is not around I have my Battery Operated Boyfriends to keep me company. If anything, it might just be that I saw a hot guy on TV while I was at home alone and if the time is right, I’ll get myself off!
Hubby – Sara learned a long time ago to never let your man leave the house hungry or horny, so she keep me pretty well drained. After I found out a few years ago that it turned her on to watch me masturbate, I usually only do it when she is present and, in fact, I can’t remember the last time I did it on my own.
LOLA – Best sex of your life?
S.A. – Any of the countless times with hubby. He is and always will be the best because he knows what I like and knows how to hit all the right buttons.
Hubby – Oh definitely Sara Anne. You have seen her films and that’s what I get to have sex with regularly!
LOLA – I’m a bit of a size queen myself. I LOVE an unusually long and thick cock. What about you?
S.A. – While I have never backed down from a challenge and have had some massive cocks inside me, I honestly prefer an average 6-to-8 inch guy. I’m a small girl and I have a very naturally tight, wet pussy, so I can’t work with the big ones as well as I can with one that fits nicely in my “hot pocket,” as hubby calls it. If you watch my films, I think you can see how much more I am capable of doing with an average guy versus a huge guy. That doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try them all, but I just enjoy it more with an average sized cock.
LOLA – I also find micropenises fascinating. Ever been with a guy you just couldn’t even feel?
S.A. – I have, but just one guy a long time ago. I’ve been pretty happy to discover that in my triple-digit cock experiences they have all been average to above average. But there was that one guy. . . I just couldn’t even feel it! I honestly felt terrible for him, but I did let him finish and he did give me great oral, so while I never tried it again, I can still say I had fun.
LOLA – Favorite movie, novel, or television show?
S.A. – Movie – Steel Magnolias. Novels, almost anything Stephen King. Television show? Depends on my mood, but either “Friends,” “The Office,” or “Supernatural” are always on in the background in my house.
LOLA – Pornstar crush?
S.A. – Right now, I’d love to work with Johnny Sins!
Hubby – Besides Sara? Right now, Angela White!
LOLA – Would you recommend this lifestyle to couples? Why or why not?
Both – It’s not for everyone, as we have found, but those who figure out how to do it and put the jealous feelings aside will find that it makes their relationship closer than any you will find in the vanilla world because you have to have 100% trust and honesty at all times. The moment you lose that, this would never work. The great thing is that if you find lifestyle couples that have been together for a long time they will be the coolest, most down to earth, drama free people you have ever met. Once again, it’s all about having fun and marriage should never be hard! There are three things that end a marriage: parenting conflicts, money, and sex. When you eliminate one of those problems from a relationship, you immediately have it 33% better than other couples!
LOLA – What do you write on your tax return as a profession for this income?
S.A. – Model.
LOLA – Has it ever happened that you’re out with your girlfriends and you’re like, “Oh, sorry, I have to leave, I’m filming tonight”?
S.A. – Nope, I never plan for things like that to overlap. In general, on a film day it’s like game day for me. I spend my morning getting ready and give 100% to filming. If they did a great job, I should be exhausted by the end, so we don’t usually plan on doing anything after, although sometimes its shorter than planned so we will go out after on occasion.
LOLA – Do your girlfriends have questions about it? Do they express interest?
S.A. – They did have a lot of questions and most of them have watched my films on their own and had even more questions after. All of them have joked that they need to get into it!
LOLA – Would you ever invite one of them to join you? Or have you ever?
S.A. – We decided long ago that we will never mix vanilla friends and lifestyle again. It has caused too many problems and we do our absolute best to stay drama free!
LOLA – Plans for your future career?
S.A. – Keep having fun! I plan to continue making films as much and often as possible until people stop watching. And I’ll remain in the lifestyle until I get too old to do it. Then I’ll probably just become a nudist. LOL.
Erica Garza Exposes Herself
We are incredibly pleased to share with you all Lola’s exclusive interview with the writer and sex-positive advocate, Erica Garza!
In case you don’t know, Erica Garza is the author of a beautiful memoir, published in 2018, about her struggle with shame, sex, and self-pleasure/self-punishment: Getting Off: One Woman’s Journey Through Sex and Porn Addiction. I had heard about it and immediately recognized a soul-sister and got the book. I read it cover-to-cover in one night – a night punctuated by masturbatory intermissions. HH found it hidden in the closet (how appropriate) one day and that turned into a little story he wrote about our trip to a wedding.
Other people found our blog through Erica and Erica through our blog. Erica and I struck up a friendship and recently I interviewed her to find out some of the things that left me panting for more after putting the book down.
L – Your book starts off with the passage: “My favorite porn scene of all time involves two sweaty women, fifty horny men, a warehouse, a harness, a hair dryer, and a taxicab.” You go on to say, no matter how you imagine these elements interacting, “I bet you still can’t imagine just how revolting the scene actually is.” At the end of the book, you are talking to your boyfriend, soon to be husband (spoiler alert!), and he asks you about your favorite porn. You realize that to tell him about this “revolting” scene is dangerous. But telling him was necessary in your journey from sexual shame, guilt, and deception to self-love, acceptance, and honesty. You realize that your greatest fear is “being exposed.” Not as in being naked in front of others, even strangers, but being seen, for who you really are, as a compulsive masturbator who gets off to the revolting. I mention all this because, did you know, that when one does a Google search for “porn, two women, fifty men, warehouse, harness, hair dryer, taxicab,” you pop up as one of the top hits? (After this interview goes live, mysexlifewithlola will probably be the top hit.) Seems like your book was an exercise in “exposing yourself.” How does that make you feel now?
E – You are 100% correct. My book, essays, and interviews are all exercises in exposing myself in the same way as telling my husband about my favorite porn and baring my soul to a room full of addicts at a 12 step meeting. Every time I reveal the things about myself that I used to hate and keep secret, I’m taking the power away from those feelings and transferring that power back to me. Every time I utter a secret aloud and people nod their heads in recognition, I feel less alone, more connected, and more at peace with myself. The things I’m into and the things I’ve done are not so bad, I’ve realized. And that means I’m not so bad either.
L – Your book is dedicated to, “the wankers, the loners, the weirdos, the perverts, the outcasts, the bullied, the flawed, the awkward, the shunned, and the shamed.” Isn’t that all of us at some point in our lives at least?
E –Totally. I’ve had a lot of different people connect with my story who come from entirely different backgrounds. I’m a 41-year-old Latina from Los Angeles who was raised in a Catholic household, but I’ve been contacted by readers ranging from 12 to 70, men and women, of all different ethnicities, religions, and income brackets. So many of them had the same story: They grew up thinking sex was bad and they hated themselves for enjoying their sexual proclivities in secret. Like me, they were desperate for self-acceptance but didn’t know how to find it. This desperation usually led to destructive and compulsive behaviors and broken relationships. Had we just been taught that there was nothing wrong with us from the start—would that have changed everything? Would we be happier people? I think yes.
L – Throughout the book you mention how you would often bring yourself to orgasm by thinking about “what a miserable slut I am.” Can you explain a bit more how this thought got you off?
E – Shame and pleasure are intricately connected for me. When I first masturbated to orgasm in the bathtub at age 12, I distinctly remember how good it felt and yet how bad I felt once it was over. Nobody had ever talked to me about sex except to say it was something dirty and wrong and so I had this heavy feeling I had discovered something I wasn’t supposed to. And I LOVED it, which made me sick and defective. The only solution to these bad feelings was to go after the pleasure again, reinforcing this intoxicating dichotomy. Later, I would seek out porn that gave me this dose of pleasure and shame, typically scenes of degradation. To be turned on, I had to be turned off, disgusted with myself. This then transferred over to my relationships. I wanted men to make me feel used in bed, demeaned, and then discarded afterward.
L – Your book is fascinating because it’s not only a personal coming-of-age story, but it also tracks the development of on-line porn. You talk about watching porn on VHS with your brother’s girlfriend and sneaking sex chats on-line right in front of your parents, then you chronicle the first porno sites on the internet right up to the proliferation of humiliation, extreme BDSM, and more. It’s like you grew up with porn and the porn industry grew up with you. Your book is also unusual as a memoir because it contains a lot of footnotes to studies and research about the effects of porn and women self-reporting about their use of porn. What is your take on porn’s popularity now and how women in particular use it. I guess, I’m thinking especially of OnlyFans and the many women during the pandemic who found ways of becoming entrepreneurs (or “entrepornors”).
E – I’m here for it. I find OnlyFans to be a fantastic addition to the porn world because it allows women to be in charge of their own content. Sure, we have many more female porn producers/directors, but I think it’s safe to say it’s still a male dominated industry when it comes to who’s operating the camera. I’m excited to see women taking initiative in making porn as long as they’re not merely perpetuating what they think men want. But I’m even more excited about women as viewers. I’m not sure about how many women are turning to OnlyFans for porn, but it would be fascinating data. If more women talked about what we like and what we want and what we’re willing to pay for, the less shame we’ll feel about our desires.
It’s funny you say I grew up with the porn industry and the porn industry grew up with me. It’s so accurate. And while I’m not anti-porn (unless the porn is made without someone’s consent of course), I do worry about what kids have access to when they’re just starting to explore their sexuality. When I was 12 and first started masturbating and looking at porn, I only had access to softcore scenes on Cinemax. They were so mild and still left a lot of room for my imagination. And when I advanced to watching porn online, scenes took so long to load so I couldn’t get caught up in a binge—endlessly searching for a harder, darker, sexier scene than the last. It was too much effort. Now the internet is at a place where a 12 year old could look up “two women, fifty men, a warehouse, a harness, hair dryer, and a taxicab,” or any other hardcore scene. And this is the new mild. Once they get bored with that, they can instantly search for something harder but they haven’t even discovered sex in real life yet. When they do start to explore with someone, their idea of what sex should look or feel like is likely to be distorted. They’ll probably end up performing; instead of naturally discovering what they like or what feels good, their desires will have been finely curated by whatever they had access to. I think this could be really damaging.
L – You mention being enamored of such VHS stars as Shannon Tweed, and lusting for Tommy Lee’s long shlong, Pamela Anderson’s tits, and the power Gwyneth Paltrow’s character of Estella had over Finn in Great Expectations. Does anyone come to mind today as either a quick fap fave, a girl-crush, or a role model?
E –Besides you, Lola? 😉 I don’t watch porn much these days (which is so weird to say), but when I do I like Megan Salinas who I’m not sure even performs anymore. I think her videos are a few years old. My girl crushes are always evolving though I just finished watching White Lotus so the Italian actress Simona Tabasco (Lucia) comes to mind. I’m also inspired by Paulina Porizkova who is nearly 60 and so hot and comfortable in her skin without looking plastic.
L – You say, “In all the movies I’d ever watched, men were the ones who made the first move. Women, it seemed, either played hard to get and were labeled dick-teasing prudes, or they quickly gave in and were called sluts and whores.” This is the old Freudian dichotomy of Virgin/Whore. For a long time, it seemed that either/or was the only choice society or culture presented for women. If you were young, you were either a virgin or a whore. If you were older, you were either matronly or a whore. Women could never be both. What do you think of the movement to reclaim the word “slut” from being a pejorative to a badge of honor?
E –We’re making some progress with more women being open about their sex lives but we still have a long way to go, especially in the U.S. This country is so ridiculously misogynistic. Just scroll through the comments section of any article written about a woman’s love life and the evidence is in plain view.
L – Along those same lines, one thing I’ve encountered, even with my man, HH, is people saying, “Wow, you have the libido of a man.” Isn’t that also a double-standard? I mean, men who do or did the things you did are just “guys being guys,” but a woman doing it is somehow labeled with a disorder and many of them feel guilt and shame about it. But if you were a man, would you feel that sort of shame or guilt?
E –The only solution to this is for more women to speak up. But to speak about what you want and need sexually requires self-awareness. If you’ve been taught that sex is shameful, it’s possible you ended up in a cycle of repression. You don’t even know what you like anymore and if you do, you’re keeping that to yourself. The more honest and comfortable women are about their sexuality, the more we’ll see that men and women are more alike than we think.
L – I love when you talk about the power that Gwyneth Paltrow had over Finn. Do you think that writing your book was a way of reclaiming your feminine sexual power?
E – Absolutely. When I first suspected I had an addiction to sex and porn, I thought I had to put myself in a box to be “recovered.” I would never watch porn again, I’d go to 12 step meetings, I’d only be in a monogamous relationship. But that quickly started to feel inauthentic. It felt like an extension of my early childhood shame, like I was desperate to stop doing things that felt good. I realized that the driving force of my addiction all along was that shame. That’s when I started to explore how I could be a sexually open-minded, experimental person and not feel bad about it. This entailed not lying to myself and not lying to others, being open in my communication, and ultimately not thriving on destruction. Realizing I could be sexual without shame was an empowering revelation.
L – You talk about the sexy and nude photos and homemade porno movies you made with different boyfriends and the fear you have of those ever resurfacing. Has that happened? I mean, after the success and popularity of the book, one of your exes must have heard about it and read about you. Did any of them come forward, either privately or publicly, with “naughty” goods?
E – Surprisingly, no! And I didn’t even use a pen name. I also expected past lovers to reach out and comment on the book, ESPECIALLY if I wrote explicitly about them! But it never happened. No videos have ever resurfaced (yet!) though I would be curious to see that younger version of myself tbh.
L – You say that your “preferences were changing all the time. I loved ‘old and young’ clips. I’d also taken a liking to watching drunken girls get walked around on leashes at parties or get fucked by groups of men while seemingly unconscious. I’d discovered the category ‘bukkake’ and felt simultaneously disgusted and excited every time I watched multiple men come all over a girl’s face before urging her to lick up the drips that had fallen on the carpet beneath her. I didn’t consider any of this normal.” It wouldn’t exist if people didn’t watch it. I mean, what is normal anyway?
E – Who knows. That line of thinking came from a place of deep shame and self-disgust and judgement. I felt so isolated and broken in this shame and couldn’t imagine anyone else would understand. But, like I said, if more women spoke up about what they liked and what they’re into, the less alone people like me would feel.
L – I love the passage where you combine what you learned meditating with your active imagination. You say, “Suddenly I was the girl on the shore of that river I’d imagined in meditation. I watched a boat come by with a skinny blond college girl spread-eagle on its main deck getting fucked by a whole fraternity. And then another boat where a girl on a leash was held facedown by a man’s boot while another man fucked her from behind. Each time I came, I returned to my breath.” When you’re done, you admit to yourself that you’re “out of control.” For people wondering, how would you characterize unhealthy from healthy masturbatory practices or porn viewing?
E –That’s not up to me to say. Each person’s experience is different. For me, feeling incapable of stopping seemed to be a clue. Even when I felt sore or numb. Finding that I’d wasted hours trying to find the perfect clip, especially if it meant neglecting other plans or responsibilities was another. Failing to nurture real relationships or friendships in pursuit of another orgasm also seemed problematic.
L – At one point you talk about a guy you were with and how when you ran out of things to talk about or it got awkward, you reached for “what I’d always reached for to help me with the awkwardness. I initiated sex whenever I felt things getting weird. I was tireless with blow jobs, encouraging him to come on my face, begging him to slap me, to fuck me harder, to hurt me, to do whatever he wanted, playing the role of the perfect, pleasing porn girl.” Do you think that your exposure to hard-core porn led you to believe that this was what men wanted, or was it a thrill and a turn-on to play this role? I mean, so much in life is role playing, including sex and it can be fun. And sometimes it can be difficult to disentangle where your own desire ends and trying to meet the desire of someone else begins. Or maybe there is no clear distinction.
E –I think it’s all about balance. If your fetish is that you’re into degradation, rough sex, humiliation, role play, then why not? You do what feels good, but then at some point you leave the bedroom and life goes on. For me, that degradation leaked out of the bedroom and into real life. I didn’t just expect a guy to make me feel used and demeaned in bed as roleplay, I also expected him to ignore my calls, say abusive things, and lie to me afterward. I did not feel worthy of love and respect, so when someone tried to give those things to me I’d run away and destroy the relationship. But I desperately wanted love and respect. I felt lonely and isolated and the only company I could keep was sexual company. What was friendship? What was intimacy? What was connection? I wanted to know these things but had no idea how.
L – Was there anything that you had originally written for the book that the editor or publisher asked you to remove?
E – The footnotes were originally integrated into the text, but they were found to be distracting. They were almost cut out completely but I really wanted to keep them in. The research proved that what I was going through (and what my reader might be going through) was way more common than most people think. So many of our struggles are universal, yet we feel so alone much of the time. I hoped that the research would show readers they’re not simply “fucked up,” but that there’s likely a scientific explanation behind their feelings and actions.
L – As I mentioned, your memoir is intertwined with the historical development of internet porn. One of the positive things I see about that development is that a lot of people, especially women, trans folk, and others have been able to connect with communities out there and realize that they’re not alone, not the “the wankers, the loners, the weirdos, the perverts, the outcasts, the bullied, the flawed, the awkward, the shunned, and the shamed” to whom you dedicated the book, but that they are part of humanity in all its beautifully multifarious forms. HH, because he’s older, frequently tells me that so much of what is normal human activity was totally in the closet when he was younger, especially female masturbation. One thing that the internet porn might have influenced is the normalization of women pleasuring themselves. I mean, once upon a time you never saw it, but it’s now part of so many popular shows and movies – Sex & the City, Seinfeld, Weeds, Fleabag, SMILF, New Girl, The Shape of Water, Sex Education, Broad City, just to name a few. Women are sexual beings. We can be students, moms, daughters, sisters, wives, bosses, and also get off without going to Hell. Do you think that girls growing up today are exposed to a healthier view of women’s sexuality than when you grew up?
E – Yes, our entertainment has become more inclusive and I love seeing these realistic, multi-dimensional folks be represented. But let’s not forget that Roe v. Wade just got overturned, which has everything to do with female sexuality and bodily autonomy. Sexism still exists because the wage gap still exists, because doctors still gaslight women, because we still haven’t elected a female president…and so forth. These things may seem unrelated to women masturbating, but the personal is political. It always has been. Female pleasure is powerful and people are afraid of this power. Women and lots of marginalized folks are still socialized to believe our pleasure doesn’t matter. And d this has huge implications. I’m so inspired by pleasure activism, specifically the work by author adrienne maree brown who ways capitalism creates a “false scarcity” of pleasurable experiences for the marginalized. We’re taught that “our health, our votes, our work, our safety, our families, our lives don’t matter – not as much as those of white men.” Simply put, being denied pleasure makes us easier to control. So, yes, I get excited when I see female characters on our TV set pursuing personal pleasure just as male characters always have, but I won’t be satisfied until I see those larger equalities at play in other aspects of our lives.
L – Toward the end of the book, after you met the man who would become your husband, and after you began writing publicly about your struggles and began being honest with him and yourself about your past, you begin to find some balance or at least a temporary truce with your inner demons, for lack of a better description. If I’m not getting too personal, how much of your past plays a role in your present? Or, another way of asking that is, do you and your husband enjoy “getting off” to some of your past sexcapades? Does he find it sexy to hear about, or is it something that you two avoid?
E – My husband does not like hearing about my sexual past. Not because he’s judgmental or embarrassed or possessive, it just doesn’t turn him on I guess. I’ve written about us going to a swingers resort where we we explored quite a bit and enjoyed ourselves, but he didn’t like watching me with other men. And I didn’t really watch him either, which is weird because I do sometimes fantasize about him sleeping with other women. I just haven’t felt the need to watch the real thing happen. Sometimes, the fantasy is hotter.
L – In 2015, in an article you wrote for narratively.com, you said, “Masturbating beside my husband while he sleeps is the last secret I’ve kept from him. Although I’m beginning to fear that it’s actually just the latest secret. My resistance in telling him only proves how fragile recovery is. This week it’s masturbation. But maybe next week it’s back to porn binging. Or obsessive scrolling through Craigslist personals. Or lying about my whereabouts. And so forth. Abstaining from these habits, when so readily available, without abstaining from sexual pleasure completely, or the shame I’ve long bound to it, is a challenge I face daily.” Looking back on that now, how have you fared over the past seven years?
E – It has been a rollercoaster of up and downs. Of me (and us) figuring out what we like and what we don’t, what’s right for us and what’s off limits, what feels safe and what feels dangerous or destructive. But I like the process. Humans evolve and so do our sex lives and I’m grateful to be with someone I could be 100% honest with.
L – What is your sexual life like now – I mean, with yourself and with your partner or partners? In the book you seem open to threesomes and other non-monogamous situations. Have you found a way that works for you individually and you as a couple?
E – We’re open minded but not in an open relationship. So while we do experiment with others, we only do so as a couple. Honesty is sacred to us. We always have conversations before we do anything with anyone else and then we have conversations after that about what we will or won’t do next time.
L – In some articles you wrote after the book came out, you talk about going to nudist resorts with your husband and having “soft-swaps.” You also mention “relapsing” after marriage and sneaking off to masturbate to porn – at least until you came home one day and caught him doing the same thing. Then you lifted the prohibition you had on porn in your relationship and found out something surprising – you two could integrate it into your lives together. Can you talk about that balance? I mean, unlike drug and alcohol addiction, you can’t really ever cut sex, sexuality, or sexual fantasy out of your life 100%. No one is a tee-total reformed sex addict, because we, as human beings, are sexual beings. How have you and your husband been able to navigate that?
E— Unless you’re joining a convent, you’re going to have to find a way to integrate sex (and maybe porn) back into your life in a healthy way. For me, I know the difference between when I’m watching porn to escape a difficult feeling or watching because I simply want to, because it feels good. It’s a fine line and takes a lot of self awareness but it’s possible.
L – In an article you once wrote about the difficulty of being a porn-addicted feminist. You said, “You want to stop because the hypocrisy is so intense it makes you nauseous. You call yourself a feminist, an activist, a conscious citizen, but then you watch women get walked around on leashes and your panties get soaked through. . . [and] you’ll scan over all the gangbangs and golden showers, convinced (or at least hopeful) that your sickness isn’t a sickness, but a natural fascination.” That was in 2016, three years after Belle Knox, a.k.a. Miriam Weeks, was outed as the Duke University porn star and she defended her decisions as her form of feminism. Since then many women have made names and careers for themselves in porn – both in front of the camera and behind it – and have promoted ethical porn and feminist porn. What’s your take on the possibility that porn and feminism are not mutually exclusive?
E – Bodily autonomy and consent is everything. If a woman wants to be a sex worker, she should be allowed to do that. It’s her body. If a woman is coerced into sex work and she feels she has no other choice, that is an entirely different thing.
L – Something I love about the book is your frequent literary references. In addition to porn, you clearly have an affinity for literature. Some favorite authors, books, or movies you go back to frequently?
E – I don’t often reread books, but when I do, it’s usually A Moveable Feast because I find Paris and Hemingway both sexy as hell. Otherwise I feast myself on memoirs, biographies, journals, anything confessional and real. Right now I’m reading (and adoring) I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeanette McCurdy, who also had some familiar conflicted feelings about sex and love and her body.
L – A little self-indulgent inquiry now. You reached out to me recently and hinted that you’ve been reading the blog. Are we – HH and me – a part of your sexual fantasy life or your erotic life with your husband? Be honest.
E – For now, your blog is a solitary pleasure. I’m not ready to share you yet 😉
The Master
[Continued from Immoral Support.]
It was a long, tense time of waiting, but ultimately Cam tested negative for pregnancy. Lo was elated. Not only did it mean that the lucky winner wouldn’t be from the corrupted batch of sperm, but it also meant another session with Ted. Unfortunately, that’s not how it turned out. When the Bat-signal was given, indicating that Cam’s ovulation was at hand, Lo couldn’t make it on the evening when Ted would be there. As a consolation prize, Lo sent Ted a few sexy pics. He reciprocated by sending Lo a photo of him in the act of donating, using Lo’s photo as inspiration. Lo was over the moon with joy and arousal when she saw his pic.
Yet another month passed and the magic potion had not produced the desired effect.
Lo and Ted’s services were required again and this time Lo didn’t disappoint. She showed up early, wearing one of her most slutty outfits – tight jeans, jackpot top, and leather boots.
She walked in like a boss and chatted with Cam and Gina as they awaited Ted’s arrival. Lo could tell she had their attention and she liked it. She basks in sexual energy directed at her. Cam and Gina revealed that Ted had shown them the very explicit photo he had used last time. Lo feigned indignation, saying, “That was private! For his eyes only!” But she added, “Well, I guess that makes it ok for me to show you this,” and she proudly displayed the pornographic photo Ted had sent her.
The women had a good laugh about Ted’s less-than-average sized cock, but they both assured Lo of his skill in bed. (I know that I have described Ted’s member as “long, hefty meat,” but I was relying on Lo’s description, prior to the visual evidence.)
“I wouldn’t know,” said Lo, referring to their praise of his sexual skill. “I’m here strictly for clinical purposes. It’s purely Pavlovian. I elicit a response that produces the desired effect in order to facilitate the procreative process. It’s quite literally the closest I will ever get to being a biological parent. But it’s a role I’m used to,” she said enigmatically, referring, of course, to her crucial part in bringing about the very writing you are reading. She is the active agent in this alchemical magic causing a conception in the mind.
Ted walked in, greeted the trio, and entered the bedroom. Lo followed.
“Let’s not have any missed opportunities,” said Lo, referring to the trajectory of Ted’s last salvo that had landed so far off target. “I’ll take matters into my own hands this time. Drop your pants,” commanded Lo like a doctor in the examination room.
Ted complied and Lo grabbed the plastic cup in one hand and with the other she stroked Ted’s cock. She did it professionally, detached, again, like a doctor performing a routine exam. He was standing, hunched over. Lo leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
“You like how I tug you?”
“Yes.”
“I have a lot of practice. A lot.”
Indecipherable groan.
“You’ll tell me when you’re close.”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to cum for me?”
“Yes.”
“Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum for me.”
Did Ted know that Lo was reenacting the scene from The Master in which Amy Adams jacked off Phillip Seymour Hoffman? Need I say, she performed masterfully.
Cum he did and Lo’s dexterous hands insured that every last drop was collected for its intended use by Cam and Gina.
Masturbation Marathon
Lo and I were in the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. She was looking at her phone. I sat with my laptop open, reading emails, when suddenly, up popped an email in our shared account. Unlike most of our fan mail, it wasn’t directed to Lo, it was addressed to me. And it had a few photos attached. Sexy photos. Of my female fan.
“What are you looking at?” Lo asked, never one to be unobservant.
“Nothing,” I clumsily lied.
“What do you mean nothing?”
“Just an email,” I said, telling the truth, trying to pass it off as nothing.
“Let me see,” she said, scooting over, closer to me, suspicious.
How does she do that? How does she know when something is amiss?
My heart was racing. She gets so jealous.
There was nothing to do but give in to the inevitable.
I showed her the email and the photos.
“Nothing huh? Who is she?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. Just a fan. A connoisseur of fine literature. A grateful reader. A woman of exquisite taste in art.”
“You really don’t know who she is?”
“I swear.”
“She just wrote to you for the first time?”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t carried on a correspondence with her?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“You like her?”
“What do you mean, like her?”
“You find her attractive?”
That is a very dangerous question. The female author of the epistle in question was, in point of fact, appealing. As her missive made clear, she was a wife and mother whose sex life had fallen fallow in the past few years as the children occupied more of her time and energy. But reading about my sex life with Lola had rekindled something deep down inside her and she just wanted to show me exactly where it was rekindled.
“She’s not unattractive,” I said, attempting to be as neutral as possible.
“Let’s play a little game,” said Lo. I was quizzical. “I’ll go through photos of our fans and you tell me if you find them sexy. But let’s do it in the bedroom.”
“What?”
“Yeah, just be honest,” she said as she walked down the hall.
“Are you trying to get me deeper in the hole?” I asked, following behind her.
“Depends on which hole you mean.”
GULP.
“Let’s start,” she said as she took out her computer and went to her special stash of emails and photos. She unzipped my pants and grabbed onto my flaccid member as she pulled up photo after photo. Honestly, I was too scared to get hard.
After about five or ten, she paused and looked at me a moment.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Lo, you know perfectly well what’s wrong. For years now, you’ve made the nature of our relationship clear. Now you want me to look at other women? I think that I’m being set-up.”
“No no no,” she said with a smile. “I’m just feeling like changing things up a bit.”
“You know, I could get just as hard looking at photos of men who’ve sent you cumtributes.”
“Well, maybe I’ll throw in a few of those as well. But don’t be bashful. Let’s keep on playing.”
She scrolled through scores of sexy photos and, for each one she gave me a bit of backstory, telling me the names of each woman and a bit of bio.
“That’s Floss,” she said.
“Yes, I know Floss,” I responded as she went through photo after sexy photo of her.
“And this is Karla.”
“I know Karla too. In fact I wrote about her.”
“Yes, that’s right. Did you know her hubby, Chris, gets off to me when he has her at home?”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“This is the author, Larry Archer’s wife.”
“Is she a fan?”
“I don’t know, but I’m a fan of hers. . . and his!”
“And this is. . .” The list went on-and-on. With each new set of photos that Lo opened from her password-protected fap file, she grew a little more excited. If she was a guy (and she sure acts like one), she would have had a raging hard-on at this point. I have no doubt that her clit was fully tumid. She was reaching for it.
“Um, can you give me a minute?” she asked.
“What?”
“Here,” she said, passing me the Stoya Destroya vagina. “You can use this if you want to wank. But only use my photos.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna have me a wank too.”
“But you want me to leave.”
“Yeah, is that ok?”
“Um no. Not really.”
“Just give me a little while.”
She got out of bed to escort me to the door as she got out of her clothes. She put her panties on the doorknob as if she had a paramour over, but it was just her and her fingers, toys, and binders full of women.
I went back to the living room, confused, carrying my vagina. Well, Stoya’s vagina. Carrying a vagina.
I returned to the bedroom and knocked on the door furtively.
“What?” she asked, not opening the door.
“Lube,” I said. “You didn’t give me the lube.”
The door opened a crack. I saw her standing naked. She looked good. Her arm extended, dropping the tube of lube in my hands.
“OK?” she asked, shutting the door.
I walked away again.
Finding my way onto the couch, I began writing – this story.
Lo’s orgasmic arias were audible throughout the house. They rose and fell, crescendo, decrescendo. So many ups and downs I lost count. I looked at the vagina sitting next to me and said, “It’s bad enough she needs more from me. Don’t you just sit there and look despondent at me that she’s getting all the action. It’s not my fault you don’t have arms, hands, or fingers to help yourself out.”
Finally, I made use of Stoya, more for her sake than mine. She looked so sad there.
I came, one brief onanistic climax, looking at Lo’s photos on the internet while Lo, in the flesh, was having a grand old time fucking herself just down the hallway. I got up to do the proper aftercare cleaning of Stoya in the second bathroom and saw Lo’s panties still prominently displayed on the doorknob as Lo went at it.
I returned to the couch and took a long nap.
I was woken up by the feeling of Lo’s lips on my flaccid cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Cock-warming,” she said as she lay naked on the couch between my legs, looking up at me.
“You want something?”
“No, Daddy.”
“No?”
“I’m sore.”
“What the hell was going on in there?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I started off jilling to the women I was showing you, but then I was into the cumtributes I’ve been getting. I’m such a slut.”
“Agreed.”
“No, you don’t know why I’m saying that.”
“Do tell.”
“Well, I guess it’s bad enough that I am not faithful to you.”
“I don’t mind. . . usually.”
“But I have a sort of internet boyfriend.”
“What is that?”
“You know, like a work wife or a work husband.”
“You mean when people become overly chummy with people they work with?”
“Yeah, like that, but in my case, it’s with people I’ve met online.”
“Go on.”
“Well, I’ve been cheating on one of them with another guy.”
“I’m sure they don’t expect monogamy from you, dear.”
“Yeah, they’re both married themselves.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“That’s just it!”
“What?”
“Do you think I have a problem?”
“Other than being a nymphomaniacal, egomaniacal hotwife attention whore?”
“Yeah, other than that.”
“No, not at all.”
“Really?”
“If your biggest problem is that you’re sexting with someone behind the back of your long-distance lover while shutting me out of the bedroom so you can fist-fuck yourself because you’re turned on by your fandom, well, hey, we all should be that lucky!”
“I love you, Daddy,” she said, before returning to cock-warming me.
“Want to watch a movie?”
“Sure. What?”
“How about Boogie Nights? Have you ever seen it?”
“No.”
“Oh, then you’re in for a treat.”
- Photos used with permission.
Must Read! Must Hear! Must See!
Hello to all of our friends in the blogosphere! We miss you! We see you!
Of course we’re disappointed that Eroticon was called off due to COVID this year. (Not that we could make it.) But we are grateful for the interwebs where we can connect with all of you in a socially safe, yet sexy way.
This is a little news update and the hard-sell for all the new and old stuff that you can get written by HH and featuring your truly, Lo your classy nympho.
You might notice a little bit longer between blog posts for us. That’s because HH has begun a new, long-form piece. Not exactly a novel (because not exactly fiction), but maybe a memoir of sorts. It will be called Rogue’s Gallery. He sees it as a film eventually and has made these creative promo posters for it.
In addition to this, our favorite narrator, the inimitable and premier erotica voice of Match, Cinder & Spark, Ms. Jupiter Grant, just completed the narration to Volume III: Writing Under Cover. It is out and for sale now on Audible and also Amazon.
You can hear my favorite excerpt from it here:
Though the audiobook lacks the stunning art that the hard-copy book has to offer, Jupiter Grant more than makes up for it with her seductive voice.
In addition to that, HH and I are working on the production of Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume VI: Slut Life. It’s a collection of stories that take place at the beach, on the water, or during the fun, slutty, summertime. It was supposed to be out by now, but we ran into some production hangups. It should be available in early September. Keep an eye out.
A.O.L.
[Continued from Fast, Wet, & Slippery]
After the long day at the lake and the suggestive movie, when Lo and Lily went to bed that night, Lo got up the guts to ask Lily, “What did you mean when you told me that lying out in the sun naked here is no different than being naked in front of your dad?”
Lily laughed a little and said, “You know we’re French, right?”
“You mean, like French French? I mean, born there?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Oh, I thought I mentioned it.”
“Well, you might have said in passing that your family is French, but I thought that was a few generations ago.”
“No, my dad and his brother Collin came here just before I was born, like twenty-three years ago or so.”
“But they have no accent!”
“Their parents were diplomats and they were raised half in America and half in France. But even in France, they went to the American School.”
“Oh.”
“And your mom?”
“My mom is from D.C. My dad met her when he was at the French Embassy here.”
“Oh.”
“So, in France we always vacation in the south and it’s pretty much all nude beaches there. That’s all I meant by that. Nothing kinky.”
“Oh, I see. And so Collin was just interested in Blue is the Warmest of Color because he’s French and it’s a French movie?”
“Probably,” she snickered. “That, and he’s a horny fuck.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“He is! Haven’t you noticed?”
“Well, he has been showing me a lot of attention.”
“A lot of attention?! Come on, Lo! You know that there’s something between you two.”
Lo blushed and admitted, “OK, I know he wants me, but what about your Aunt Suzanne? I mean, she’s got to know something’s up.”
“I think that they have an understanding,” she said with a knowing, mysterious smile.
“What makes you think that?”
“I have my ways,” said Lily, delighting in the unspoken.
“Do you think that Collin is trying to encourage you and me to play?”
Lily said nothing.
“Or me and Suzanne?”
Lily again said nothing.
“Come on Lily! You have to have some take on it. I mean, if you know that they have an understanding, you must have some idea what Collin’s up to with that porno film he showed us.”
“Lo! It wasn’t a porno film. It won tons of awards!”
“It was porn and he meant for us to view it that way.”
“It turned you on, didn’t it?”
“I’m not denying that,” said Lo, who was simultaneously and unconsciously playing with her pussy beneath the covers, “but paint drying turns me on. I want to know what Collin’s plan is? What’s he scheming?”
Lo leaned toward Lily, who was sitting on the bed not far from Lo, and Lo said in a whisper, “Or did you suggest the movie?”
“Meeeee?” squealed Lily, playing innocent. “I didn’t. Why? Do you want to seduce me?”
“Do you want me to seduce you? To finger you the way those two girls did?”
“Oh no,” said Lily, to Lo’s great disappointment.
“No?” repeated Lo in disbelief. She’s not used to being turned down.
“No fingering me. No. I’m A-O-L.”
“What?”
“Anal Only Lifestyle.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just what it says. I only do anal.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not.”
“I’ve never met anyone who only did anal. I mean, I’ve met lots of people who swear never to do anal, but not the other way around.”
“Well, I’m not only French, I’m also Catholic.”
Lo laughed. “What’s that have to do with anything?”
“A lot! You see, the Church teaches that sex before marriage is wrong.”
“You didn’t buy that B.S., did you?”
“I did! And before I was married, I tried to be a good girl.”
“But anal sex,” Lo began to say, putting the pieces together.
“Anal sex isn’t sex, and so, I was a good little anal slut in high school. I never had sex – according to the Church – but I had lots of loads up my ass. I grew to really like it. No, to love it. And so, even now, it’s only anal for me, even though I’m married.”
“Really?!” asked Lo in disbelief.
“I’m still, technically, a virgin.”
“How’s Jim feel about that?” asked Lo with deep curiosity.
“Oh, he’s such a romantic,” she said, almost dismissively. “He wants so badly to take my virginity. But I’ve held off.”
“Why?”
There was a long pause and the conversation turned serious as Lily pondered the simple question.
“I guess,” she began slowly, “I’m just afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid he might not like it or. . . maybe I won’t like it. You know how small he is.”
Lo knew very well.
“I guess I prefer that he just keep on banging my backdoor than take a chance on coming in the front.”
Mount Bliss: The Invitation
We had just finished watching David Hamilton’s film, Laura. Yes, a throwback to 1979 and one that I had seen back in the “arthouse” days of cinema. I had told Lo about it and her curiosity was piqued. Not only was it sexy, taboo (in more ways than one), delightfully innocent (in more ways than one), and a classic of retro soft-porn, but it was an artifact from my sexual “youth,” or at least my younger days. It was incredibly difficult to obtain since no one in America would touch it, stock it, sell it, or even acknowledge its existence. But I had managed to procure a copy. Anything for my Lo.
When I say we had just finished watching, keep in mind that Lo rarely gets through hardly any movie in one sitting, let alone a film involving overt sex and sexuality. It had taken us five nights of her masturbating on the couch in fifteen minute bursts (towels spread on the couch and on the floor, of course) followed by role playing in the bed before we got to the final, climactic scene. You could say she watched the movie in fits and spurts. Now we were on the bed and she was looking up at me, over her shoulder, saying, “Daddy,” and I stood behind her bare bottom ready to ‘deflower’ her when suddenly her phone began vibrating. Usually vibrating objects in the bedroom are welcome, but this was worse than coitus interruptus. This was pre-coitus annoy us. Lo grabbed her phone, looked at who was calling – Lily – and decided to answer it.
“Hey!” she said enthusiastically. Then she turned around again, looked at me and made a motion with her free hand that I should penetrate her anyway, even as she was on the phone.
“No, it’s not too late to call,” she said as I eased inside her very wet snatch.
“Ooooohhhh,” she moaned into the phone, “that sounds good!” I thought she meant to say, “that feels good,” but whatever.
I continued going in and out as she was saying, “Uh hu. Uh hu. Yep,” to her friend.
I was feeling a little mischievous and I wanted a little more attention thrown my way, so while she listened to Lily on the phone, I grabbed her ass with both hands and slowly began circling her rear entrance with my thumb. Like a planet gravitating to the event horizon of a black hole until it is swallowed by the singularity, suddenly my thumb was up to the first knuckle in.
“WOW!” I heard Lo exclaim, but it sounded more like “Owwwww” with a double-u just barely in front. She turned around and gave me a look before saying, “I mean. . . that’s just so exciting!”
Enjoying the attention I got and also enjoying embarrassing her a bit, I continued to insert my thumb up to the second knuckle. I could feel my cock thrusting up against her rectovaginal septum. She began to ease into it.
“Ooooh yess,” she said into the phone. “I can’t wait. It will be sooooo goooood.”
I held her ass with my hand, grabbing on from the inside with my thumb as my four fingers held her from the outside. I pulled out my cock as I felt her cunt clenching. I grabbed her even more tightly with my hand and watched as she squirted all over the bed and my knees. It felt as if I had a leaky catcher’s mitt on my right hand. Using that hand, I flipped her over on her back, before sliding my thumb out from in her. She looked up at me and then I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head as she was breathing heavily.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Yes, I’m ok. Just, uh, washing the dishes,” she said. “OK, I’ll talk to you later. Thanks! Bye.” She hung up.
“Washing the dishes?” I asked, incredulously.
“Shut up! Who gave you permission to double-penetrate me?”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I loved it, but that doesn’t mean I expected it.”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to take a phone call just as I was going to knock on your front door. What did Lily want anyway?”
“Do you remember Lily’s Uncle Collin?”
“How could I forget? His big house, his big horse, his. . .”
“His big cock!” Lo interrupted.
“You didn’t see his cock.”
“I know, but I thought that’s what you were going to say next.”
“I was going to say his big personality.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Anyhow, what about him?”
“He called her and invited us to his other house; a little cottage on a lake.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, you, me, Lily and Jim.”
“For when?”
“Next week.”
“And you said yes?”
“I hope that’s ok, Daddy.”
“You know I can’t next week. I have a huge case on Friday of next week and I’ll be prepping for it intensely.”
“Oh, but Daddy,” she said, making a sad, pouty face.”
“No. There’s absolutely no way.”
“Can’t you work remotely?”
“I can’t.”
“Well, then I guess you can’t go.”
I was perplexed for a moment. “So, you’re going to go?”
“I don’t have to be at work next week. Why wouldn’t I go?”
Something about this didn’t sit right with me. I mean, usually I wouldn’t have a problem with Lo’s spending time with another man. But usually it would be a day or a night. But a week? And with this man. Something about him I didn’t like. He was rich. He was older. He was in great shape. Did I mention how rich he was? OK, yes, I felt threatened. I admit it. The other guys Lo likes to fuck are rarely competitors. Sure, they might have a big cock, good technique in bed, or some other winning trait, but never did the whole surpass the sum of the parts. Lo’s hole might have been filled, but I always knew that she’d come back to me after she came with them. But with this guy, I wasn’t so confident of that. Maybe it showed when Lo said that she’d go without me.
“Oh Daddy, are you worried?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t be worried,” she said, grabbing my cock and putting it in her mouth.
“Is that what you plan to do with Uncle Collin?”
She looked up at me, her mouth full up, and grunted something. I couldn’t tell if it was a yes or a no.
“What?”
She let my junk fall from her mouth and asked, “Do you want me to?”
Now I couldn’t tell if my answer was yes or no. The thought of it turned me on, but it also terrified me.
She took my cock back in her mouth and diligently applied all her oral techniques to it, pleasing me physically, even as she tortured me mentally. I came in her mouth and I’ll confess, I came to the thought of Collin taking my place, doing exactly as I was doing to my little cum-slut.
Romancing the Stone
I was asleep when she walked in the dark bedroom. Nights like this, when she spends the night out with friends or lovers, it isn’t quite sleep. It’s more of a restful repose, just barely below the surface of consciousness. When I heard the bedroom door open, I was instantly awake, but I didn’t dare open my eyes or stir. I like to spy on her from the darkness. With one eye open, I saw her remove her blue dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She had been wearing a bra when she left the house. She wasn’t wearing panties when she left, so it was no surprise that she wasn’t wearing panties now. She slipped out of her heels and walked barefoot and bare assed into the bathroom. She turned the light on. She sat, peed, got up, brushed her teeth, and then slid under the covers next to me.
“I know you’re awake,” she whispered.
“Now I am,” I said.
“And I know you’ve been a bad boy,” she said, reaching down to my crotch and grabbing my hard cock.
“Look at you – kitten calling the cock back.”
She chuckled and said, “The expression is the kettle calling the pot black.”
“You know what I mean.”
“You left your vagina in the bathroom,” she said, disapprovingly, speaking of my Stoya Fleshlight.
“It needs to air dry. That’s what it says in the instructions.”
“So you used it?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Unlike Stoya, I don’t air dry. I’m always wet. Very wet.”
“And full of Robert’s cum?”
“Get in me and find out.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said.
I climbed on top of her and spread her legs. I slid in and sloshed about. She moaned.
“Tell me,” I whispered in her ear.
“Am I wet?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Loose?”
“Very.”
She likes to hear how slippery and slutty she feels to me.
“Good,” she cooed in my ear.
“Tell me, what happened.” I was eager.
“You first,” she said.
“What? Why?”
“Because, if I tell you, you’ll cum and I want to hear about your night before you cum.”
She had a point. Well, she had two points if you include what I was giving her below the sheets.
“Well, I began by looking at the blog of TJ like you suggested.”
“Yes.”
“She’s so like you, it’s uncanny.”
“I know.”
“But that just made me want you.”
“Good.”
“And as I was thinking about you with Robert, I took out the Stoya Fleshlight and went through your photos. I looked at all the cumtributes you get from guys. I looked at the pics you sent to Robert and others. And then I came. I came hard.”
“You came already tonight?!”
I thought she was mad. Meekly, I said, “Yes.”
She came instantly.
When she recovered I asked her, “Are you mad?”
“No. I’m just shocked that you’re hard again.”
“For you, Lo.”
“Are you sure you didn’t cum to TJ?”
“Yes. Very.”
“Good,” she said.
“Your turn,” I reminded her.
“Well, Daddy,” she began, knowing how to butter me up, “we met for drinks. He thought I looked great. I know I looked great because Robert wasn’t the only one staring at me.”
Just the thought of her walking into the bar was enough to put me over the edge. I had to slow down while she continued talking.
“We had a couple of drinks,” she said in her soft voice directly into my ear, “and then went to the theater. It had the big, leather, recliner chairs. But those aren’t great for romance. There’s the big, bulky armrest in separating you. We were sitting in the very last row and I put my seat way back. When the movie came on, I let the hem of my dress slide up and up and up.”
“Was he touching your knee?”
“He couldn’t reach. But he could see. It was an odd movie, but there were a few sexy scenes in it. And Emma Stone. . .” She trailed off as she came again.
Catching her breath she said, “Get behind me,” as she pulled out her phone to look at sexy pics of Emma Stone.
I got behind her and glanced over her shoulder at her phone. “Get back there and fuck me like you fucked Stoya!” she commanded.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back as I thrust forward, deep into her. I could feel the tip of my cock dipping into her deep well where someone else had already cum and gone.
“I just touched myself during the sex scenes,” she said in between gasps. “He watched me. He wanted me. His right hand held my left and I squeezed hard every time my right hand brought me to an orgasm.”
She came as she recalled her climaxes in the theater.
“At a more boring point in the movie I got on my knees in front of him and pulled out his cock. I put it in my mouth and went to town on it.”
Luckily for her and for me, I had cum earlier in the night and so was able to weather this blow-by-blow account.
“He didn’t cum, which disappointed me. You know how I like to feel successful at everything I do. I think he was nervous we’d get caught. He lifted me up and tried to place me back in my seat, but I simply lifted up my tight blue dress and eased my ass down on his hard rod. Sitting on his lap, like a stripper in the club, I slowly slid back-and-forth. He came deep inside me. That was just before the movie ended and as we walked out, I could feel his cum oozing down the inside of my legs.”
That was all I could take. I exploded deep inside her, adding to her collection for the evening.
“That’s it, Daddio,” she said as I reached under her and slid my arms up to her breasts and held her tightly. “Use me. Make me yours again. Fill me up. Make me your cum-bucket.” I collapsed on top of her and held her in my arms while imaginings of her night flickered through my rapidly darkening mind.