What It Feels Like for Me

Boys get semis, I get wet and my clit throbs. My boobs (such as they are) get hard and my nipples become hyper-sensitive. My brain is easily my best erogenous zone. It is highly variable, and tends to supply me with, well, not necessarily what I want, but always what I need. Sometimes, my own sexual thoughts surprise me. Rape is the act of a coward and repugnant, yet given the right mood, I can cum repeatedly while fantasising about being raped. 

My vagina will dilate. It wants something inside it and makes this feeling known. Male or female? Now that’s where things get more vague for me. I don’t seem to have “lesbian” days or “heterosexual” days, in fact the more I think about this, the more angry I get about sexual labels. In the words of the song I am what I am. 

I love a guy spurting his cum either on me or inside me. I absolutely adore the taste of it too. Same with a girl. I have made girls squirt and made them lose control so much that they peed. Both are, in my book, perfectly fine. 

I accept no restrictions. What feels good to me feels good, and I don’t need anyone else’s approval or permission. Incest? Well, I’ve had a couple of lock-down inspired sexual events with my sister, and I don’t have a brother, but if I did, and if I felt like it would I fuck him? Yes, of course. 

Sometimes, I lie in bed at night listening to my parents fuck. They are doing what gave rise to me. They too have wildly different ways of having sex. Sometimes, it’s quiet, romantic, sensuous....and other times my normally oh, so correct mum will ask my dad to, “Fuck me like the whore I am.” When they’re in this mood, anything goes, and they don’t give a fuck if Ali and I hear. Sometimes, I’ve even wondered if they are loud on purpose. What if they are saying, nice and quiet to each other, “Do you think they’re masturbating yet?”

I know one girl who has had sex with her dad. She says it just happened one night when her mum was away. “It was a weird night all round really. Dad and I were more cuddly than usual, and we ended up lying side by side on the couch watching a movie. There were several sexy scenes in it and I felt him get hard behind me. The next thing we were doing it.” Ive often thought about this. It’s pretty close to the line for me, but I’ve read stories here about girls getting it on with their dads, and well, who am I to say it’s wrong? 

Right now, well, it’s been a hella hot day and I’ve been wearing nothing at all. Nudity has become a thing here and my parents and my sister have shucked all inhibitions about seeing each other naked. It’s harder for dad, of course....literally. Seeing my mum naked gets him going, but there’s me and Ali too. Two young women with, although I say it myself, attractive bodies....yes, he gets full on erections. I realised today that when I see him hard, I start to wet up and my vagina seems to be saying “Mmmm.” 

Which is why I spent the last hour in our hot tub. The jets are fucking amazing. Girls, if you’ve never got yourself of in a swimming pool or a hot tub, you don’t know what you’re missing. I like to be on my knees with a jet blasting away on my clit. I can ride the jet just as fierce or gentle as I like and build and build and build...I can’t count how many times I edged tonight. My mind? Yes, I thought you’d ask. Yes, I was imagining that hard cock I’ve seen several times today. As I positioned myself just right so the jet went not only on my clit, but pushed water inside me a little, it was easy to imagine him slipping unnoticed into the tub behind me and sliding that dick up me. 

A few gentle rocks to simulate him fucking me and my mind giving me the feeling of his hands on my hips and just at the right moment, me whispering, “Cum inside me, daddy.” A really great orgasm ensued that involved my vaginal contractions battling with the after jet. 

I know mum and dad have fucked in the grounds of our house. I haven’t caught them yet, but I would like to. 

I’d have to turn away embarrassed, of course, but you can’t unsee something that you’ve seen.