Warnings, disclaimers, truths, half-truths, and little white lies:
This is a work of fiction (maybe). It contains sexy scenes of 3-somes, self-bondage, BDSM, watersports, creamy liquid, and other cool lurid acts. All fictional characters are portrayed as adults (this is true). These adults, however, may have existed or presently exist as themselves and have had these experiences (uh-hum… yours truly…yes, really!!). The story is meant to entertain. There are no further pretensions or objectives to the story.
Hope you enjoy my ramblings (and life experiences)! That’s what it is meant for! It’s just for pure playful fun… Nothing more. Well, between the fun, there might be something serious to learn here. If you pay careful attention. Yeah, just maybe.
But, I really hope you have fun laughing at my crazy antics a bit! Trust me, I do!
Life is too fragile and short for anything else!
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Oh! Hey, it’s you again! Cool! I am so happy!! Really, I am glad you’re back! We have a lot of ground to cover today. So, I hope you are well-rested.
I thought I might have scared you off! After that last “reveal” about myself, I thought you would think that this was getting way too weird! Ya’ know, maybe you were thinking that I needed a psychoanalyst for my sex addiction!
It even ran through my mind that you didn’t like my new haircut. But, oh yeah, you can’t see me. It’s short! I kinda look like that cherry blond kid I told you about. You know, me when I was younger.
A bit of a disaster. Crap! … Don’t ask!
Well, alright – I’ll tell you. I got the new girl down at Shirley’s hair salon that they just hired. Laverne. Who the Christ would give their kid that name? I don’t know either! As you can see, this did not have a good start. Anyway, I had an appointment and arrived kind of early.
“Hi, Nicola. I’m Laverne. I’m new here. How do you want it?”
“Ummh. I guess just a bit shorter, but not too much,” I responded a bit undecided.
Now, I don’t want to be someone that complains, but did you understand my last sentence? I mean, tell me. Did it make sense? “a…bit…shorter…” Yeah, this is English, right? For me too! I agree with you. Not too much ambiguity there. Don’t you think?.
What a freaking mistake! Look. I want to give you some advice. If you are going to get your hair cut with Laverne, you better know what you want. No, you better go there with a freaking architectural drawing, an Engineer, and a Notary Public to sign off the “project”. I mean, how the hell was I supposed to know? I figured, she works here, she must know. No? Shirley’s is not exactly a French boutique, but I figured they know their gig. I didn’t realize until after Laverne was done and I was paying that she was cross-eyed and her hands “trembled like the fairground lights”.
I have to talk to Shirley about Laverne. I mean, what the Christ is she thinking with this girl! Tomorrow I will go down there again. A private chat. Maybe I will invite her for a coffee… and spill the beans!
****
By the way, wasn’t there an old TV show called Laverne & Shiley? Bit of a coincidence, don’t you think? Never saw it… just on the Internet. I’m way too young. But, they seemed like real air-heads. Kinda’ like the cumulative IQ down at Shirley’s. Maybe that is why Shirley hired Laverne. Don’t know. Don’t care. I just want my hair back!
****
Ah, don’t worry – about my haircut, I mean – I am not that worried. It’s not so bad. What do you think? You would not be impressed – really. I am heavy in the “auto-convince” mode in these moments! Jesus, what a fucking disaster!
OK, look, it is a bit between a short french cut (ya’ know like that hot French chic Amélie that everyone wants to bang – even me if I had a fake cock! … have to admit, the chic was hot… I wish I was as hot as her) and a funky uneven pixie (like “Twiggy” from the 1960s). It was like Laverne just started cutting randomly with her fucking eyes closed.
As I said, what a disaster! I am back to looking slightly boyish and androgynous. My present boyfriend still thinks I look sexy.
He said to me yesterday, “Nikki, with that body, tight ass, and perky tits, you don’t have to worry about that! Even if you were a boy, I would still fuck you.”
To be honest, I don’t know if this last part of the sentence makes me feel too good. First, he is leaving it open that I do look like a boy, and second that he would be willing to fuck even a good looking boy! Not sure if I better start looking for another boyfriend. What do you think?
“Nikki, this is a double standard! You think of fucking girls all the time and you’re a nympho. What’s the difference? Can’t he think of banging some cute guy that looks like a girl?”
You are right, but that is different. It is me! Don’t compare! He is normal, but I’m sick! I need help! You shall see. If you really continue to read the rest of this story carefully, you will reach that conclusion too.
I kaçak iddaa don’t know (about the haircut – I mean). I am not convinced. Fuck it, I’ll start to wear a baseball hat again or show what I can of my relatively flat-chest and try to accentuate my long pointy nipples. Not to win any beauty contests, mind you. Just so people still know that I am a girl.
Enough about my hair and my small pointy tits!
****
Well, I was reading over my notes from the last time. Besides getting a bit excited “down there”, I realized that I kind of left out some details. Some historic context! I was about to tell you about my “new” thing. Ya’ know, the self-bondage thing with the machine actuated dildo that “never gets tired fucking”! Well, the dildo is new, but in reality, the self-bondage thing goes back a few years.
“But Nikkita,” you are saying. “There is just no end to how perverted you are. Are you making this stuff up as you go?”
“No. Trust me! This is me! But, I am trying to become a normal person. Really, I am”
I have to admit, even I forget all my “sessions”. How am I expected to keep track? Even I forget how far back this habit started. Christ, what a girl! Well, I will tell you. As it comes to my head, I’ll tell you how it all started.
And, I am still waiting to cum with you! I’ve only “done it” a few times since the last time! Umm, that is not exactly true. But I really tried. That has to count for something! This time we will cum together. I promise.
First, I’ll tell you a story from a few years ago. I think you will find that I am even more sex-crazed than you previously thought.
1 Diary Entry: Encounter of a maiden in the woods.
As I said, I was digging through my diary and found a few entries. I had just turned 18 and was a late bloomer. But Holy Christ, when it happened, it was like a freaking hormone explosion! Yeah, my hormones had flipped into turbo! It was like someone had broken open a piñata at a Mexican birthday party and all the party treats spilled onto the floor. All the boys and girls started a free-for-all, grabbing what they could. And, I let them!
Even I started to notice my hot body. I know it sounds weird, but I would get turned on “feeling myself up”. I would act as my hands weren’t mine. Shit man, even my own hands would try and go to “second base”! Too bad I didn’t also have a cock! Just like they say, “I wouldn’t have ever left the house!”
The urge to masturbate was continuous! The problem was that I never had any private time at home. My parents and my older brother always seemed to be in the house, and my younger sister and I shared a room. Once I tried in the bathroom at school, but I moaned so much, that one of the teachers came in to see if everything was ok. I told her I had cramps!… Wow, that was a good orgasm, but man was it a close call! It would have been embarrassing to go to the principle’s office and get a detention for rubbing one out! (on the other hand, the principal was kind of a hot 40 something guy; I would love him to talk to me about my masturbation problem! Can you imagine his hard-on? I can. He would try and convince me, “Nicola, you should really stop touching your hot, wet, slippery hole”…as he would start to get a “Stanly” in his own pants. Hehehe).
So, I started to think of other private places besides the bathroom at home (since I would always get interrupted at the last moment)! Besides, I had to be so quiet that it wasn’t any fun!
Well, the good thing was there was a small forest near my house. And what do you know, all of a sudden I had become interested in nature, natural history, and long walks! Just at the right time!
“Hey, Nik, what’s up with you lately? You are becoming a nature freak or something?” my brother Franky would say.
“No, but I like going for walks,” I would reply, probably not too convincingly. “I like natural history.”
Yeah, right! I was turning into a real Stephen J. Gould type! I would tell them that contact with nature relaxes me! The thing that they didn’t know is what type of “contact” and what type of nature. They must have figured I was turning into a “flower-girl”! If they only knew my real motives! If they only knew how much exercise my fingers were getting between the moist folds of my kitty!
“I’m gonna meet up with Fran and Jimmy for some hoop. Ya’ interested?”
“Nah, maybe next time. I’m gonna just go for a walk.”
“Suit yourself!”
Uff, good thing he didn’t insist! Besides, I am getting tired of Jimmy always touching my ass when he plays defense. He never did that before. But now, its touch here, touch there. Rub here, rub there. His freaking hands are all over me! Mind you, he is my friend, so I don’t mind if he gets off a little bit. I am generous, just like the next bloke. But, holy shit, you gotta see him if we score a goal! For Christ’s sake, he could fuck me right there on the basketball court!
Yeha, and if I wear my short shorts and my basketball shirt that reveals some of my tits from under kaçak bahis the arms, poor Jimmy runs around the court with his fucking tongue sticking out like a basset hound! Nah, not up for it today. Someday, I have to fuck Jimmy. I mean really. I care for him. He is my friend. The guy has to score a FIX. And shit man, he’s my friend. Yeah, gotta do it. Just for him.
I am so wet down there, I just needed some privacy. Yeah, some privacy for my latest activity. For my latest FIX. The woods gave me all the cover I could ever want! Or so I thought!
*****
Our family house was in a new suburb. The small northeast town that we lived in was previously dotted with dairy farms and there had been lots of wooded areas. Now, like so many other places, urban sprawl and progress have pretty much reclaimed those rolling hills and lush hardwood forests. Also, there are not too many small farms that have not sold out to developers.
Next to our house (actually in my back yard), there was a small forest of about 600 acres (maybe slightly more) that was beautiful and quite pristine. There were four ponds that were connected by streams. Both the ponds and streams are naturally stocked with trout and other fish (I have no idea what kind; I know nothing about fish!!), and was a popular spot for fishing. Previously (some 50 years back or more), the area was used for logging and there were still vestiges of those logging operations. The forest was big enough to find spots to be alone, but still small enough such that every once in a while you could encounter other people!
There was a single path that basically went from our backyard to each of the ponds, following along the stream. The ponds and streams were within a sort of ravine, so the path was really the only convenient way to go, while on either side of the ravine the forest was quite steep.
In the winters when we were kids, we would always use the first pond – that was closer to my house – for skating. But other than that, I never ventured further into the woods. That was until I turned 18 and found a new use for the woods!
Off the path, it was heavily wooded in the summertime, so the overgrowth made it such that it was difficult to walk through and could be disorienting. There were not many other places to enter the woods. It is so dense that it reminds me of Mirkwood from JRR Tolkien’s “Hobbit”.
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The first time I had gone to the woods to masturbate, the thought occurred to me during an English Lit class in school. I don’t remember why, but it gives you an idea of what was on my mind in school (yeah! different ways to rub my kitty). It was in October and the afternoon was actually quite warm. During the whole walk home from school, I was thinking about it. My friends thought I was acting strangely and in order to carry out my plan, I told them that I had a headache so I could be alone!.
When I finally entered my house, my mother was in the den. My mother looks like something out of a 1960s sitcom. She still wears dresses and has her hair in a “flicked up bob” style. She kinda looked like the 60s Jacqueline Kennedy frozen in time. I think people used to tell her that, so she never changed her look. Don’t blame her. Mom is still very beautiful and youthful for her age. Traditional? Yeah, like nobody else I know.
“Hi Nik,” Mom said. “How was your day at school?”
“Oh, hi Mom. It was good! I think I am going to go out for a while. It is such a nice day.”
“Don’t you want to have a snack?”
“No, not that hungry!”
“Where are you off to so quickly?”
“Just a walk in the woods.”
“Oh Nikki, please be careful. It is not a place for a young girl to be walking alone. What if something happens?”
“Oh Mom, stop worrying. Nothing is going to happen.”
If she only knew that my fantasy was that somebody did catch me in the woods and then force me to fuck them. She didn’t know my kinky plan. Poor Mom. I kinda feel bad. She thinks that I am such a good and pure girl when really inside I was turning into a slutty nymphomaniac!
*****
My sexual excitement had soaked my panties. My little sister was still not back from school, and so I had time to change without interruptions! I was feeling really sexy, so I went up to my room to change into my favorite short-shorts and a tank top. Even for October, the day was warm enough.
When I slipped out of my jeans, I was just about to put on my shorts, when I thought how cool it would feel to go without panties (especially since my plan was to take them off immediately once in the woods). The shorts fit me like a second skin and along the crotch, there was really only a very thin strip of denim material that without panties rode inside of my kitty.
I took off my blouse and removed my bra. Then, I looked in my mirror. I was so horny that I ran the palms of my hands up my hips and gently pushed my small tits up. This sent a shiver down my body. My nipples were hard and I pinched them between my fingers while I looked at my illegal bahis sexy young figure in the mirror.
Just as my arousal was becoming a bit intense, my mother called from the stairs.
“Nikki, do you want some ice tea? I just made some.”
“No Mom, I will be going out now,” I yelled back.
I quickly put on my short chord top and my Gore-tex hiking boots. I decided to get going before my mother found something for me to do. I went quickly to the bathroom, grabbed a bar of soap, and put it into my small backpack. Then, I ran downstairs and towards the door.
“Bye Mom,” I said as I tried to slip by quickly so she couldn’t see how skimpy I was dressed.
From the den, she yelled back to me, “Be careful Nicola.”
“I will.”
She always calls me Nicola whenever she is worried about me! I kinda felt guilty at that moment. But, hey what would I tell her? The truth? “Mom, don’t worry, I’m just going to the woods to rub my pussy and fantasize about a gangbang!”
****
When I arrived at the path, the overbrush was somewhat less than in the summer. Already the leaves were turning their fall colors. The wooded area is mixed with Pines and Oak trees.
Just passing our backyard and into the wooded path, is like walking into a different world. It is as if the trees talk to one another (just like I said, in Mirkwood from Middle-Earth). Creakkk! … Craaaccckkk! Errkkkk. I am almost expecting an Ent (Onodrim in Elvish, or “Tree-host” in English) to come to life any moment. When I was young, I thought they were talking. I was really scared back then.
****
Now that I was in the woods, you are probably thinking:
“Hey Nikki, how come you just don’t pull your pants down and masturbate right here and get it over with?”
Well, I thought about that. But, somehow that wasn’t exciting enough! That’s the thing about addictions. I mean, real addictions. Like my addiction to masturbation! It’s like a drug. Each time you need a little more excitement to get off. Don’t you think? I’m sure you have no idea what it is like. It is a real burden. It takes time and thought. Well, it is like that for me. I always need that extra thrill.
I was about to get more thrills than I had bargained for!
You see, I wanted to know that I could get caught. I wanted to go to one of the places that I knew and live out a fantasy that had been running through my mind. I wanted to be the poor girl in my fantasy.
Ah, but I am getting ahead of myself! Wait. Don’t go anywhere. Please stay with me for a bit longer. Don’t go to the next story here on Lit. Stay with me. We are together. Remember?
****
Along the path, the four ponds that are interconnected by streams are at quite different levels, so in some places, the streams run quite fast. This is especially true between the second and third ponds. In this case, the second pond is actually quite a bit higher. I am not sure, but I think that the second pond was actually built by the logging company way back when because there was a small dam. Then, there was a drop of four or five meters (probably used for turning a turbine to cut the logs), thereby creating a small waterfall and the fastest part of the stream. It was this spot that I wanted to go and live out a fantasy that I had in my mind. It was just downstream from this small waterfall because there were some natural pools that formed along the stream edge with large flat rocks.
As I walked along the path that at times was difficult to make out, I began to put myself into my fantasy. But my plan included taking the chance of getting caught. My orgasm would be so much more intense if there was danger and if I could get discovered.
So, about 2km before the point, I stripped naked. I took all my clothing and I hid them off the track. It was obviously important that nobody would find them, so I had to hide them very well. I would have to remember where I put them. There were some small bushes that were about 20 or 30 meters from the path. But, since everything looked the same, I made sure to remember a landmark. I first grabbed the bar of soap from my backpack, then put all my clothes into the pack, and hid it under some leaves underneath these bushes.
The feeling of being completely naked and walking in the woods was so exhilarating. I had never done this before. This was crazy! There were parts of the path where it would be impossible to hide since on the left was a hill that would be difficult to climb and on the right was a sort of cliff that went down about 30 or 40 meters into the ravine where the streams and ponds were. From below along the stream or on the edge of the pond, this path was completely visible. But this was where the real thrill was! There was such a huge chance of getting caught, that this was pure insanity!
Fortunately, I didn’t encounter anybody along the path and made it to my destination 2km away from where I left my clothing!
*****
I arrived at the spot with the large flat rock downstream from the second pond and the small waterfall. The sound of the rapidly running water was so powerful, that I wouldn’t be able to hear if somebody was coming along the path. Yes, I was really crazy!! or stupid!