Few things like this really resonate with me, but I’m low-key blown away by this theory. Like most people, I think those who leave shopping carts in the middle of parking lots when the cart return area is mere seconds away are absolute dicks, but I had never really taken the time to think about it more than that.
My husband and I may be perverts, but at least we pass this litmus test.
One of my biggest fears for the release of Hooky was that it wouldn’t sell a single copy. If my first attempt only had meager sales, I could handle it, but coming up empty would be depressing.
Thankfully, I was able to put the fear of zero sales to rest the same day it was released, but I’d love to get this into the hands of more people. Which is why I’m doing a countdown deal on Amazon.
Starting tomorrow 5/13/20 at 7 a.m. CST, Hooky will be priced at $0.99, increasing periodically until it reaches the full list price of $3.99 at 10 p.m. CST on Tuesday 5/19/20.
You can take advantage of the deal here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0854MNWXQ
It’s hard for me to tell if it feels like time has flown or crawled by since I’ve been adhering to Safer at Home orders with my family, but it’s almost surprising for me to see that it’s May 6 already! My first book is officially released and can be found on Amazon here and Barnes & Noble here.
You can also check out the book description or read a short preview.
I hope you enjoy and please leave a review – I appreciate feedback.
Has weed ever made any of you picture that someone else has two buttholes? Story below.
I’m sure many of you will be partaking in some 4/20 festivities today. I mean, we’re all pretty well quarantined, so not much else to do, right?
Weed still isn’t legal where I live yet, so unfortunately, my husband and I won’t be indulging today, even though the time we got high together was a lot of fun. We aren’t sheltered, sexually, but we are in other ways, I suppose.
We took a trip to California for a destination wedding this past winter and left the kids with the grandparents back home. There were a few dispensaries near where we were staying, but that isn’t even what got us to finally give in. We were hanging out in one of the pools when we were joined by four older guys who explained that they always took a couples trip that weekend every year. They stayed and chatted with me for a while, much to my husband’s amusement. I don’t know what it is about me, but guys over 40 can’t seem to help but come over to talk to me. By the time they’re one drink in, I usually hear that I look like Sandra Bullock.
But anyway, these guys didn’t disappoint and it didn’t take long before their respective wives and girlfriends were sitting around the pool and shooting daggers at me with their eyes. Oh well. I’ve gotten used to it. The only thing as consistent as guys over 40 flirting with me is their wives hating me for it. At least now I know that a couple of hits off a joint makes guys tell me I look like Sandra Bullock, too.
These guys were quickly getting the push to get cleaned up so they could go out to dinner and bar hop, though, so they started to move. But they had spent a lot of time talking about how we were missing out on getting high and we weren’t surprised when one of the guys ducked into his room and came back with two joints for us.
The guys had talked about how this guy grew the weed himself and you could tell he was very proud of himself. We were fully aware that it was ballsy to smoke weed that complete strangers had handed to us, but this is what made us finally give it a try. There were a few dispensaries near where we were staying, but it still felt… wrong, like we needed to hide it.
We didn’t hide it, though, and smoked the joints later that night on the patio of the resort we were at. We even stopped feeling paranoid about it after ten or so people passed by us without caring at all.
Once we felt nice and high (which is something that, frankly, I just wasn’t expecting to enjoy) we went back to our room. My didn’t talk and my husband was naked by the time the door shut behind us. He pulled my clothes off as fast as he ever has and picked me up and carried me to the bed. He positioned my head at the edge of the bed and leaned his body over mine. I started to slide my body into position to suck his cock, but he surprised me by picking me up off the bed.
That is the first and only time we have ever done a standing 69. I thought it would be harder to do and that I would be nervous about him dropping me, but I didn’t have a care in the world. I have no idea how long we were in that position, but the feeling was so much better than normal, I couldn’t believe it.
At some point, he laid me back down on the bed and we continued 69’ing with him laying and me on top of him. Again, I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but I remember thinking that it felt like he had two – and possibly three – tongues. It felt like he was circling my clit, going up and down the rest of my pussy, and rimming me simultaneously.
I don’t keep track of my all-time best orgasms, but the one I had while we 69’ed was definitely one of the best of my life. My husband confirmed that it was several times longer than any “normal” orgasm of mine and it was as powerful as any I can remember. But the best part of it for me is that my clit always gets so sensitive after I cum that I don’t want it touched anymore. My husband usually likes to tease me by holding me down and continuing to go down on me after I cum because he likes it when I struggle to break away from me, but it still felt great and I came again a few minutes later and one more time a few minutes after that. When my husband got behind me, I came two more times, one right after the other before he pulled out and shot his load so far that most of it went over my shoulder. I usually only cum twice during sex – once from oral and once from penetration (maybe I’ll get a third during penetration), so this was unusual for me.
Anyway, then we watched TV and ate chips and marshmallow pies, convinced we would be obese if we were regular pot smokers. When we weren’t high anymore, my husband told me what I already knew – the sex was a lot better than normal for him, too. But then he told me that while he was going down on me, he was pretty sure that I had two buttholes.
I asked him if that was weird at the time and he told me, “no.” It wasn’t weird, he said, but it was frustrating that he couldn’t push both of them together. He said he kept using his tongue to try to close one of the buttholes – like it was a flap – until it covered the other one, returning me to normal. “Two buttholes just meant I had to eat them both,” he would tell me.
We took a trip to a dispensary the next day and bought edibles. The guy working there didn’t flinch when my husband described the high we had and that he thought I had two buttholes, just solemnly nodding before telling us we probably had an indica blend of some sort. We settled on trying sativa to get a fuller experience, but it just didn’t compare. It was alright. It just wasn’t anything special.
Anyway, I’m sure we’ll try again when we have a chance, but for now, we’ll just have to look back at the one time we did get high together.
Some bonus pics below. **None of them are of me. If they are yours and you’d like either credit or a removal, please let me know.
I’m still a little surprised that Hooky is the first of my stories that I’m publishing, primarily because it ended up being lighter on the erotica side of things. But also, the story ended up taking on a different focus once it started developing on my screen. I had intended to focus on a young woman on the beach who was boldly engaging in foreplay with multiple guys at once, but instead found it more compelling to follow the story of a different young woman who watched from a distance.
The entire idea of having a woman fooling around with two guys on the beach came from a brief encounter I had that occurred at least a decade earlier. I was walking around one of the lakes with my boyfriend (now husband) near where I used to live. Walking past me from the opposite direction was a woman that I would guess was a few years younger than me, but probably about 19 or 20 years old.
We made eye contact almost as soon as she came around a corner and was no longer blocked from my sight by bushes that lined the walking trail. Immediately, I noticed that she was wearing a very small bikini. Her boobs were spilling out of her top and her bottoms were small enough to be at least borderline scandalous for a family-friendly beach for that area and in that time period.
But the size of her bikini wasn’t what was eye-catching. What was eye catching was that she had a guy on either side of her and one more following behind. All three guys were grabbing her ass as she laughed and half-heartedly swatted at their hands. Her bottoms had been pulled down and twisted a little bit and as we made eye contact, she hastily started adjusting her bikini. They all tried to pretend that they hadn’t been doing anything, but a guilty little smile from her let me know that she knew they had been caught. My boyfriend and I apparently looked entirely non-threatening to them and by the time we crossed paths, she had slid her fingers inside of the waistband of the two guys walking beside her.
My boyfriend and I had already started exploring having me be with other guys by that point, but I was really enamored with the way she shamelessly was fooling around with three guys in public, even if it was all pretty PG at that point. I turned to watch the foursome carry on down the path and saw the three guys continue playing grab-ass with her.
So, with that memory in hand, I sat down and started writing about that isolated incident. However, when I started sketching out the storyline, I found that I didn’t want to make it just a “quick and dirty” story. I felt there was a little more to it than that and that focusing on a woman experiencing the thrill of attention from more than one guy at once or the thrill of fooling around in public was something that has been told many times already.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. I expect that this character’s story hasn’t been finished yet.
Hooky is available for pre-order on Amazon here and will be released on May 6, 2020. A print version of the book will also be available at that time as well. The print version is also available for pre-order on Barnes & Noble here.
Bonus picture below.
Good grief.
I hope everyone’s quarantine is going swimmingly. With working from home and the kids being home from school, I have had virtually no time to work on writing, but it is what it is at this point.
I did have some Irish whiskey with the hubby last night to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, though.
My author interview on Awesome Gang is up on their site now. You should check it out to read more about me, both as a person and as a writer.
That interview is here: https://awesomegang.com/alicia-stills
Enjoy, and stay safe!
Silly me, thinking that the complaint I saw about how “pornographic” the Super Bowl halftime show was was going to be more isolated than it was. The FCC now says that it has received over 1,300 complaints, primarily from parents who claim their children were exposed to a “porno show.”
I mean, I knew there would be complaints the day I heard who the performers were. But 1,300 people being so upset that they felt compelled to complain to the FCC seems excessive. If you think that show resembled anything like a porno show, you should check out a real porno show. Another complaint likened the halftime show to an “X-rated strip club performance.” Again, I invite anyone who agrees to set foot into a strip club so you can see how wrong you are.
The ones that really get to me, though, are the ones claiming the show encouraged sex trafficking. In my view, that goes beyond being sheltered and absurd and dives fully into being offensive towards anyone who has any level of experience with real sex trafficking. And trying to tie in the Me Too movement? At best, that’s mental gymnastics, but really, it’s saying that women embracing their own sexuality (even as mildly as what we saw in the halftime show) justifies sexual assault. Because many women have experienced sexual assault at some point in their lives, Jennifer Lopez and Shakira can’t show their abs and dance during their performances?
Maybe I just haven’t hit the “Karen” stage of my life yet. Or maybe I’m just a shitty mom. My kid and I just talked about how pretty the costumes were and how cool it was that they could dance like they do.
We had a good time. My only complaint is that I left the butt plug in for so long that I’m just a little bit sore today. But my husband made my favorite meal while dressed in his ridiculous nearly-nude butler costume I got as a present for him at my bachelorette party years ago.
Plus, I love sex with a plug in! Anal is good once in a while, but it’s usually more than I want to take. The plug is like the best of both worlds – it doesn’t hurt at all once it’s all the way in and it still makes the dick in my pussy feel bigger, sort of like a double penetration.
Well worth it. I’ve never regretted being a little sore from sex.
Fake holiday or not, I hope everyone gets laid today.
Seriously, I’m really not a fan of Valentine’s Day, which, I’ve been told makes me a little weird for a woman. But I do like the sex that always come with the day and I always focus on my husband with no second guy. I like having that certainty once in a while.
As soon as the kids were at school today, my husband and I decided we could both be a little late for work and took advantage of having the house to ourselves. The bus was barely around the corner by the time my pants and panties were lying in a pile on the floor and my husband had picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. The morning was just for a quickie, though, and I didn’t let him go down on me for long before we stripped naked and moved to the living room. He took me from behind as I draped myself over the couch, cumming in me shortly after I orgasmed.
We both rushed out to work so quickly that I’ve considered removing my panties. His creampie slowly dripped out of me on my drive to work that I’ve been sitting in the wet spot all morning.
Anyway, more is planned for tonight. The kids are spending the night at the grandparents’ house and I’m planning on surprising him by being home well before him, waiting with a pan of scotcheroos (his favorite) while wearing my favorite lingerie and a new gem butt plug. The lingerie is a dark purple corset that leaves most of my stomach exposed with matching g-string and black garter belt and stockings. Tedious to put on, but well-worth it. Oh, and the butt plug is one he hasn’t seen yet. It has a light pink, heart-shaped gem that stays completely hidden until I bend over.
Happy humping out there, everyone!
Alicia Stills Author: Erotica and Fantasy 