Kelly85: Stories

My life after losing my virginity was like being able to see after being blind all my life. A whole new world opened up and everything was new and exciting. There were so many things I wanted to try and fortunately I had a boyfriend more than willing to help. Just imagine if the folks at the beach had known what was going on right under their noses!

I'd been having sex for about a year now and in that time I learned the naughtier it was, the more fun it was. Although I wasn't about to do it in stage in front of the world, getting laid in a men's public restroom was getting pretty close!

We'd always been close and now as we got older we found new things to do. Sometimes we'd tease some boys and then tell each other about what we did with them. It was pretty innocent at first until one day at my grandparents farm we finally did more than just tell stories...

I'm not one of "those" girls who's into kinky things. Bondage, pain, anal sex, role playing, group sex, bestiality, and so forth aren't for me. Give me good ol' one-on-one sex where I'm treated like a princess. Ok, so this past summer I did experiment with the sex party scene. It's OK to try something different now and then for fun, right? For the most part I'm fairly conservative when it comes to the types of sex I engage in - except for one memorable time back when I was fifteen...

People always ask me whether or not I ever played this silly game when I was younger and if so, why I didn't write about it. Well, who hasn't? I've stayed away from "Truth or Dare" stories because they seem a bit too cliche. Erotic websites are full of such plots, most of which are garbage and unbelievable. Finally, some friends convinced me to give it a try so here's what happened one time when we played the game.

I'd always heard Valentine's Day is supposed to be just for lovers. Well, this was the year I learned just how much fun it could be when it's just for sex!

Obviously at the time of this entry I wasn't a "tween" in the sense of being eleven or twelve years old. Actually I'd just turned sixteen. "Tween" in this instance describes the phase of my life between when I first started having sex and when it became more than just me and the boys at school. Sleepovers were something I always loved and none were better than the ones I shared with my very best friend in the whole world - Beth.

If I had to pick one event or day in my life that has impacted me more than any other, the choice would be easy - the day my dad and I had sex together for the first time. Everyone asks me if this really happened. Well, it did and yes, we're still together occasionally - in every sense of the word. People always ask me what's my favorite diary entry. While this one may not be the best written, the most erotic, or even the hottest, it means more to me than anything else I've ever written.

It didn't take long after I first had sex with my dad my mom joined us. Imagine my surprise to find out she was an incest daughter as well! Her first experience had been a lot different so she wanted to be sure I things were better for me. Now that everything worked out it was time for me to learn what she had kept hidden from me all these years. I had never really given any thought as to how having sex with your mom would be different than being with your dad - beyond the obvious.

Although I'd been having sex for a couple of years now, the past two weeks had been like nothing else before. After all, how many girls get to have sex with their own dad?