The housewife was a little easier to write tonight, but I realized something. I gave Livia what she wanted. There's no more story there. The housewife, whether she and "S" continue an affair or not, will always have a story. She is dissatisified. She wants the one thing that I've set up that she won't have: a normal healthy marriage and sex-life with her husband.

I established Livia as obsessing over two things, and now I'm just not sure what to write. I mean, it seems just kind of, well, boring to write about her and Helen doing this or that.

It was much more fun with Helen stayed prudish. :(

That will learn me.

I'll decide on something to write for it. Or I might scrap it and begin again. Hmm. I should decide on something to do with the little tramp, huh?

I love fictional characters. You can pretty much say whatever you want about them. Well, I can. I write them. If you do, you might hurt my feelings.

I tease.

Alright, time to decide a direction to take Livia.

No, it is probably just me being tired. Company most of the week, dealing with vehicles and lots of real-world stuff that you don't come here to see. Don't mind me, but unfortunately, the writing well has been dry the last couple of days.

Do not fear!

I'm going to sit down this evening, relax, and see what I can come up with.

Two things that help me relax:

Curling up with the hubby (who knows about this porn writing thing and supports it avidly, especially for what it does for the sex life) and alcohol. I am thinking Crown and Coke tonight. Mmmm. Two great tastes. BTW, much can be gained by a simple rub...and that is all I will say.

Hmm, I hope no one is reading this in a dry county.

? Oh, yes. Writing this stuff has done wonders for the sex life. Confession of the Writer time: sex life was not what it used to be. Well, you know how it is. New baby, you're tired all the time, going to college, work, diapers, house cleaning...GAH! At any rate, after the pregnancy, the sex life just wasn't the same. Let's face it, chasing a pre-toddler around the house all day doesn't do much to put one in mind for sex.

But writing, that has. In one sense, it puts me in a frame of mind for sex because, at the end of my day when all is said and done, I'm writing about it. Not only am I writing about it, but I'm putting into writing things that are often fantasies of mine, or based on fantasies.

And then there is my husband, who as I said, avidly supports me. He also does something that as a writer I love and crave: he reads my writing. So, when I'm getting in the mood because of writing, he is getting into the mood because of reading. And, I am essentially sharing fantasies with him (something that I've heard is good to do for couples in their sex life) but I don't have to feel clumbsy with words trying to talk about it. Honestly, I write stories better than I tell them.

So there you go.

With a few exceptions, I write and I'm in the mood, and ta-da! Or, umm-oh, as the case may be.

Alright, I'm off to relax.

Away from my computer.

I'll relax, once I stop jonesing.

Today's feature work is in the Housewife's blog. Here is the fantasy, I thought I'd share here. This is written from the Tabby's point of view. She is just giving basic concept ideas. By the way, this scene is he "banquet" fantasy that Livia talks about in a previous post here (not on the Livia blog, as I decided to take out that part of the story there).


I'm riding a horse. I'm someone important, a princess or lady perhaps. I'm dressed in fine mideval-ish clothing. I'm being daring, though, riding astride and not side-saddle (I personally hate riding side-saddle, but when I was a girl, that was how I was first taught to ride because it was more "lady like"). I'm hot and sweaty from the ride. When I arrive back to the stable, I hand the horse over to the stable boy. I stay there and watch him work, wiping down the horse and giving him food and water. The stable-hand has strong hands and arms. He is not the largest man, but he is strong and well toned. He notices me watch him and approaches me, putting his arms around me and kissing me passionately.

Perhaps we have had these encounters before.

He makes love to me in the hay there. His touch is rough but gentle. He makes love hard but passionately. When he is done, I straighten my dresses and leave with a smile.

I cross a closed courtyard where three young men are sparring. These are knights of the castle. I have time, so I sit to watch them for a while. They are dressed only in their pants and boots because of the heat and their bodies glisten with sweat. It is erotic and it takes everything I have to simply sit still.

They notice me, and somehow my desire must be apparent. Have I shifted my sitting too many times? Has my hand rested at my breast or my lap too long? They approach and two sit next to me. Each touches a hand, moving slowly up my arm and a moment later, each one is kissing my neck. The third kneels before me and lifts my skirt. A moment later the two are holding me as I lean back slightly and I am being kissed in that place women love to be kissed and licked.

There is movement beside me and as I open my mouth to gasp, there is something there waiting for me. I take the cock of one of them into my mouth and begin eagerly sucking it. The other puts his hands at my breasts and I am slowly moved so that I am partially laying across the bench, each of them moving accordingly.

After a time of this, positions change. It is another cock in my mouth, another mouth at my pussy, another set of hands massaging my breasts. And again until I am finally laid down and each one takes his turn inside of me. When they are done, I am left there to gather myself. They continue their sparring and I watch them a few minutes more in awe before running to the castle.


Part two:

I have just finished with the knights who are sparring and heading back to the palace. There is a dinner of some kind, more like a revelry I guess, that I am supposed to attend. But I am running late and don't have time to freshen up. Because of looking a bit unkempt, I am mistaken for a servant and not the lady of standing that I am, and am immediately pressed into working.

I guess for the story that I'm not myself the lady of the castle. Perhaps I am one of the nobles who takes up residence in the capital. So, it isn't like this next scene, then, would have any weirdness to it.

So, I'm pressed into service, taking drinks out to people who are enjoying the show. It is supposed to be a recreation of some Roman scene, something related to one of the Dionysus and Bacchus, but the "show" is a really a bawdy production where the only thing keeping the people on stage from having sex is their clothes. But I'm wondering how long that will remain. Meanwhile, I have noblemen grabbing my ass and brushing my breasts when I lean down. I feel both tantilized and insulted at the same time that they don't seem to recognize me. Surely I can't look that different when I am unkempt, but they don't seem to treat me as anything but a servant girl.

I look around and notice that several of the other servants are in various stages of undress. A couple are on their knees infront of men, one has her head in the lap of a woman. So it is quickly apparent to me that I'm supposed to respond to the lewd calls and touches.

There is one man there, who like many women in the court, I am often making eyes at, trying to get his attention. He hardly notices any woman. If no one recognizes me, then I think that I can probably get my way by servicing him, as it were. So I approach. Like everyone else, he doesn't seem to recognize me. I walk up and pull down the top of my dress, just so that the tips of the nipple area of my breasts are just showing. He smiles and I drop to my knees and start rubbing his crotch. A few minutes later his servant has loosened the pants that he is wearing (in this the men wear pants that have easy access, so to speak), so that I have access to his cock. I begin sucking it eagerly, sucking and sucking until he comes. But I don't stop there. I keep going until his servant lifts me from him. Then the servant lowers the top of my dress so that my breasts are freely exposed and leans me down so that he can suck on them without having to expend anymore effort.

After a few minutes, I feel my skirts lifted and fingers at my pussy, teasing and rubbing, then going into me. I am already wet from sucking cock, and in a few minutes, there is a cock inside me. It isn't the man's, I think that it is his servants. That I, a lady, should be lowered to being fucked by a man's servant while the man licks my breasts, that my pussy isn't good enough for him, just turns me on even more. I reach down and begin playing with his cock again. After a few minutes he stands up and the cock in me is taken out and he sticks his cock into me fast and hard. I just have time to catch my breath from his sudden thrust when there is another cock inside me, not in my pussy, but in my ass. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. I cry out and both men begin biting and kissing my neck. I just let myself fall into their embrace and they both fuck me. They seem to be used to doing this because their rythm is perfect. They come even though I haven't and I fall to my knees, a little sore, but happy.

After a few minutes another cock is thrust into my mouth. I suck it the man who owns the cock takes me to a woman and tells me to eat her pussy. I do that, just savoring the flavor of her. I tease and suck, and eventually begin sticking fingers into her. After a while of this, I feel what I presume is the man's cock inside me, though there really is no telling. The entire gathering has devolved into an orgy of sorts, with partners being switched.

This keeps up until I fall asleep exhausted. Once in a while I wake because there is a cock in my mouth (servants who don't want more sex actually leave, but nobles who fall asleep are left alone unless their servants indicate they can be fondled, those were rules I was told as I was being sent into the party at the beginning of the night) or in my pussy, or in my ass. Sometimes I wake to someone eating my pussy. At one point I wake because one of the people eating my pussy is my servant. She recognizes me and there is something in her look, like a reversal of power and I just give in to it. When she is done she whispers to me that she won't tell and that she has made excuse for me already, then pushes my face into her crotch and I happily lick and suck her pussy.

Once in a while, watching the nobles, they are enjoying things, but in a more reserved manner. Men go and get their entertainment or their servants bring it to them. No one just goes to a noblewoman. They are taken there by the woman's servant or husband. But the servants who are their to service everyone, they are just taken at will, traded between people, and worked to exhaustion.

At first, I worried about missing the party, but by the end, I decide that of all the nobles, I have had the most pleasure.

While waiting for Dark City to begin, my roommate suggested that we watch this. This is Eiken, and it was...interesting. It was hilarious, but mostly because of how unsubtle the cheese-cake factor was.

Anyways, being unable to poke out my eyes, I have decided instead to subject as many people as I can to it. Actually, for what it is, it isn't that bad. It is Japanese Cheesecake, which means that as far as Cheesecake goes, it is a little more overt and, um...well, it is definately more than American Cheesecake. It is also meant to be absurd, so take it for what it is. It is definately worth a once-over, but definately not a recommed for under 18.

That actually is the only thing that bothered me. It was on during the prime-time hours. I'm used to cartoons having some inuendo, but only the dullest kid would miss this. No, let me correct that, the dullest kid wouldn't miss this at all. It takes several steps beyond mere suggestion, so I don't really think that it is appropriate for anyone under 18, hence being bothered by it being on a movie channel during prime-time. Personally, I think that some producer-type somewhere probably wasn't paying attention.

The housewife got her first response. I'm probably not going to respond back. It left me not quite sure where to go with it. If I continue to keep comments allowed, I think that I'm going to keep it that way. Let people respond, but not reply back on the blog unless something particularly compells me too. Really, it is that I don't want to break the 4th wall or offend later if someone decides it isn't real. Hence, silence being golden. I may simply remove commenting altogether, though not just yet. I hadn't considered the actual quandry that comments would put me in.

My bad there.

*shrugs*

Alright, so that is it. A little about the blogs. A little to cause you to want to poke out your eyes.

But remember, you can never poke out your mind's eye!

MWAHAHAHAHA!

I put new posts onto the "diary" blogs. For Livia, she gets what she wants, and boy does she. She promised embellishment, but I haven't decided just how much of it will be embellishment yet. She gets what she wants still (that is Bryant and Helen) but I haven't decided if things go down exactly as she says or not. But then, hers is mostly the pure fun. Sexual fantasizing, etc, etc, etc.

The bored housewife is a little differnt. With that "diary" I am looking at many themes, not just sexual fantasy. Livia's does have a story to it, don't get me wrong. But it is a very different kind of story. In Livia's the "story" in her diary is really about the sex. There will be something more to it, but I want to work that something more in carefully. I really hate how "plot" gets worked clumsily a lot of American porn, and I'm trying to weave mine in carefully so that it isn't clumsy. In a way, that is what makes the "diary" so perfect. I can hide my clumsiness behind the awkwardness of talking about these kinds of things on a blog.

For the housewife, I did want it to mostly be about sex and fantasy. But I have found that the plot of her story bears greater weight here. Because of that, things like tonight's post are more difficult. I want it to feel "real". At the same time, I don't want people turned off by the fact that she is a married woman fooling around. Yes, she is fooling around with a woman, but it is still fooling around. In a way, having this to talk about it does help that. It helps me remove myself enough from the character to be able to write it.

That is one of the things about writing fictional blogs. You really put yourself into that mind for a while. I suppose it is the writer's form of method acting? In any case, it is good to have a venue in which to step out and really examine the writing.

If you read them, I hope that you enjoy them.

Dr. Pennybroke's office wasn't at all the unpleasant and sterile place that Livia expected. It was quite the opposite actually. There were no chairs, only couches that were lush and deep and darkly hued. Most of the room' tones were darker. With the yellow lights the room had a warm, almost romantic glow.

The receptionist was also different. She smiled sweetly to everyone and was constantly smiling. It wasn't a knowing-something smile. It was…something else.

Livia found it all quite odd, but she couldn't help but relax in the surroundings. If the doctor was anything like his office, this might not be such a bad visit. Besides which, everyone could use someone to talk to, right?

She was taken back to Pennybroke's appointment room at four o'clock, right on schedule. She was his last appointment of the day. He apparently scheduled it so that they would have additional time to talk. It made her wonder what Reginald has told him.

Pennybroke himself was a handsome man, Livia was struck by that instantly. He stood, perhaps six feet tall, with a deep brown beard and matching eyes. He had a stern but kind look. He was someone who listened, and expected to be listened to.

The appointment room was like the office outside. It was dark and lush. Livia sat on the plush couch without having to be invited and felt herself sink in. She could feel Pennybroke watching her, measuring her by her reactions to the room.

“Nice office, doc,” she said, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

“Please,” he said. “You can call me Kyle. You and I will be talking a lot, I think, and I like my associates to feel comfortable.”

“Associates,” Livia said slowly. “New name for patients these days?”

Kyle smiled.

“You will find,” he said, “that I have a unique way of looking at my patients. I find patient is too…constricting. Friend is too familiar, and invites walls. So, I prefer to use associate. Someone you know, but who can only affect you so far. So, they are safer than a friend, and more accessible than a doctor.”

Livia considered this a moment and nodded.

“Fair enough,” she said. “So, when do we begin?”

“We already have,” Kyle sat down and took out a pad and pen, and a small recorder. The recorder he sat on the table beside him. He looked at Livia a long time. There wasn't expectation in the look, only observance. It was both unsettling and titillating at the same time.

“So, now what?” Livia asked him.

“Where would you like to start?” Kyle asked.

“Why am I here?” Livia asked.

A smile crossed Kyle's face, and Livia half-expected a joke. Instead, he was quite frank, and it caught her off guard.

“You're here because your administrator thinks that you are a nymphomaniac. He worries that such tendencies could put you at the mercy of people who will abuse your vast fortune. You are, after all, only 19, and still quite young. You do not have a full understanding of the world and the people within it.”

Livia was silent.

“I am not interested in what he thinks at the moment, though,” he continued. “I want to know what you think. Do you think you have a problem?”

Livia smiled a half-grin and sat up a little.

“No,” she said. “I don't have one. I like sex, and all the little side-show antics that follow along with it. Reggie is just uptight. He sees me as naïve because I'm young. I see him as foolish cause, well, he is.”

Kyle nodded.

“Tell me,” he said. “You masturbate?”

Livia shrugged.

“Yeah,” she said. “I enjoy the feeling. Besides, I read that it isn't unhealthy-“

Kyle raised a hand.

“Please,” he said, “please don't get defensive. I am not interested in what you hear, or read, but what you think. If you think that it is not unhealthy, then that is all I am concerned with. I am quite versed in all the studies on all sides of any issue dealing with sex.”

Livia nodded.

“Now, what do you fantasize about when you masturbate?”

Livia shrugged.

“Different things. I imagine I'm other people and that different things are happening to me and around me. Sometimes I just imagine that I'm watching those things happening to other people. “

Kyle was silent, but still watching her. Livia took that as meaning that he wanted her to go on.

“Ok, there is one fantasy that I have a lot. I'm, oh, I don't know. Some kind of princess or lady. It's not really important. I've been out riding my horse all day, so I'm hot and a bit unraveled. As the stable boy takes my horse, he catches my eye, and we-enjoy each other for a while in the stables. As I'm going back to the castle, I see some knights practicing. I watch them for a while, and they notice me. They come over, and immediately they can sense that I'm aroused by watching them. No one is around, so they take me, then and there.

“When we're done, I see the time, and I know I'm late for the banquet. So I start running for the castle. I try to put myself in order, but I don't have time to change. Sure enough, I don't see the end of it for it. I'm mistaken for one of the trollops that is supposed to be the entertainment after the dinner. I'm laid out on a table as various nobles come to have their way with me. One of them is even my tutor. I know he recognizes me, but he just follows along with everyone else. He is actually a little more enthusiastic about it.”

Kyle nods.

“Interesting mix of themes,” he says.

Livia smiled

“There are definitely some power plays that I'm seeing. Tell me, do you have any other fantasies about your instructor?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes, it is a few days after the banquet. I'm avoiding the people who I think might have seen my face, but I have to go to my lessons. When I arrive, there's another man in the room as well. He's young, I recognize him as one of the men training for knighthood.

“My teacher says that today I'm to help him teach a lesson in anatomy. He instructs me to strip, which I do. I can't resist that look he has, and I can feel myself wanting him.”

Livia crossed and re-crossed her legs. She was not used to talking about her fantasies, and it was arousing her quite a bit.

“Is something the matter?” Kyle asked. His voice sounded silky and soft, and Livia had to gulp before answering.

“I'm just not used to talking about these things,” she said.

Kyle nodded. “Understandable. Why don't you lie down?”

Livia nodded. At least she could look up and not at those brown eyes. She lay down and sighed as her whole body sank into the couch. She noticed that it didn't lessen the arousal, quite opposite in act. But she was now too comfortable to care.

“Now, this is going to sound odd at first,” Kyle said. “But it is part of the program I'm intending for you. If you're feeling aroused by talking about this, I want you to act out that arousal, on yourself.”

Livia looked at him, startled. His serene look put her at ease, a little. He nodded reassuringly, and she turned her body so that she was looking back at the ceiling.

“Now, please, continue,” he said.

Livia stands there, naked before her teacher and his pupil. She can feel herself getting wetter, but she can't do anything about it. She wonders if either of them notice it. Armand, her teacher, steps behind her and begins pointing out various parts of the anatomy to the young man, Edmund she recalls his name being. He finally cups one of her breasts in his hands and beckons Edmund to step forward.

“I want you to get a close look at the features of her breasts,” Armand says. Edmund draws closer to her until she can feel his breath on her breasts. “Now, you hold it. Feel the texture.”

Edmund cups her breast in one hand, squeezing gently. Livia sighs then gasps when she feels a hand at her crotch. Edmund looks at her, then down at the hand that is protruding from behind her. Armand smiles.

“The most important thing to know about the female anatomy is how to use it, ofcourse,” he says and begins wiggling his fingers randomly. Livia moans softly and Edmund smiles, wrapping his lips around her nipple and nibbling it slowly.

His other hand moves down and replaces Armand's. Armand's hand moves behind her and begins slowly rubbing her ass, his fingers moving along the crack and gently tickling her as he does so. She only can moan, though, as Edmund begins filling her with fingers. His lips begin to slowly move down her body until he is even with her crotch. He looks up at her and slowly seeks out her clit with his tongue. When she tosses her head back in ecstasy, he knows he has found it.

He begins moving one and two fingers in and out of her. Armand slips a finger in long enough to get it wet, then inserts the finger into her ass, causing her to cry out in startlement and pleasure. He too kneels down and is rubbing his tongue up and down her the crack of her ass. He soon stops, and a moment later, she hears Edmund moan. She steals a look and can guess what Armand is doing when she sees him bent down under her.

As Edmund nears orgasm, his finger thrusts and tongue movements become more intense. Livia feels her knees weaken and finds that she is only supported by the two men's hands. She comes and thinks, through her haze, that Edmund does well. She then feels herself being slowly laid down.

Her mind is a haze of pleasure. She feels Armand and Edmund take turns each going inside her, and inside each other. After a while, Edmund is deep within her when Armand lifts her and inserts himself slowly into her ass. She cries out and moans as the two men begin moving together in her.

She loses track of the orgasms. After a while, she simply lays there, letting them have their way with her, which seems to suit the two of them well. When they are done, she feels Edmund collapsed beside her. Armand she guesses has retired to another room.

Livia had been slowly touching herself more and more as she told the fantasy. She lost herself in it for a moment, and when she returned found that her pants and panties had been removed and her shirt undone. Kyle stood looking over her from the head of the couch, smiling.

“Lovely,” he said. He reached down and took one of her breasts in his hands. Livia was caught in his eyes. She couldn't have stopped him, even if she wanted to. She really didn't think she wanted to. If this was going to be her therapy, she thought she rather liked the idea of it.

“What are you going to do to me?” Livia asked.

“All sorts of sundry things that I doubt Reginald would approve of,” Kyle said. “But then, he didn't ask what I meant by sex therapy, only that it seemed to fit his ends.”

Livia smiled.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked.

“Everything,” Livia said.

And that is exactly what Kyle did.