Twisted tales

Twisted tales: Diary of a Good Girl

"Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry." (Anais Nin)

About me:

Ann (me, my real name) is a kinky, bisexual girl.

I want to explore and be explored.

I want to be an open book. I want to find the courage to be authentic about what I desire, what attracts me, what arouses me.

About this blog

I have a vivid fantasy life. My fantasies are a parallel universe where I do things I wish I could do in the real world bu can't - delicious things, wicked things, even magical things that may defy laws of physics and medical science.

Here is a post that says a few more things about what I want in my blog.

This blog is for grown-ups, and contains erotic, sexual and personal content. I'm a girl who is always in flux, but I'm always the same girl.

I am early 40s, northeast US. I have been in a D/s relationship for 15 years with my Man, my life partner, the most important person in my life. He keeps me whole. I am bisexual, I have girlfriends. They are not a casual thing. I can’t survive without them.

If a man ignores this information and talks to me like his personal slut or whore, I resent it. On the other hand I welcome the sensual, sexual, and meaningful conversations that I love.

Pics: The pic above is me. It's also on my blog header. I will add some other pics of me that were on my terminated blog, and they will be tagged #me. That tag and others are listed below.

Asks: You can ask me anything – profound, personal, intimate, trivial, fun, sad – anything. I will find a way to answer. If it feels awkward, an anonymous Ask is a perfect option. I want to be an open book.

Hooking up: I'm not going to hook up on Tumblr. For those who already understood all this, sorry to repeat it.

This used to be a companion blog to my main blog, now terminated.

That’s enough about this blog. What follows is simply boring information about me and my blog if you are interested.

You want to chat with me? Please do. Especially if you want to talk about my posts, or about the fact that I

am a deeply submissive girl

am a sexual explorer.

am bisexual

have a vivid fantasy life, and cherish my fantasies

desire to be desired sexually

I enjoy sexual conversations about any of the themes or posts on my blog. In real life and on my blog, I desire to be sexually desired by males and females, and I respond in kind. I am prepared to talk about all kinds of sexual situations, but I’m not good at sexting – as bizarre as it sounds (given that I am writing my fantasies here) I find sexting implausible and awkward. But in my fantasies.. well... I hope you'll think of yourself in the role I create for you and for me. *grin*

Although my relationship status is “taken,” at the same time, I am free and open to explore any aspect of my own sexuality and to be explored by you, my sweet visitor. You can ask me any question you like, regardless how intimate or personal. Occasionally I reveal random details of my life.

I crave being tied up, flogged, tormented, exhibited, abducted. I want exotic and intense experiences. I am kinky. I love to meet strong, dominant men who are also intelligent and inventive. I am bisexual, and while most of my bisexual relationships are vanilla, I also like to turn a girl into my own sexual pet. These are some of my kinks, but they don’t stop there.

It's special that you want to fuck me. So I dress up.

Even if it's just a long string of pearls. I have agreed, I have surrendered to your desire. It's exciting for me, you should know that. I am wet in anticipation. Seriously. No half measures for Ann. I always think I have to present my best self, my best body, my best outward show of appreciation. I will prepare. Just so you know, I am always like this if I am going to be used and left a dazed and limp shred of a girl. Shower. Do my nails (fingers and toes), my hair, pluck my eyebrows. A little mascara and eye shadow, not too much. Red lipstick of course. The right shoes, shiny and sparkly - it's very likely that at some point that's all I'll be left wearing.

I get asked more often than you might guess...

...if I will dominate a boy. I say "boy" but I mean a younger man. It tends to be younger men. But not always. Regardless, they are "boys" to me.

My answer used to be a flat "no"... but because it didn't work for me, I got no particular thrill from it. It was work. I tried. With one or two very sweet and willing boys. However, I evolve, and I see some possibilities, but they are still a bit distant. So!

Ann's life as an escort.

We talk about it, me and my man. It's his fantasy originally, but as with all sexual things - like being fucked by multiple partners - if I adopt it I am into it a hundred percent. Sexually, I can't hold back.

I am expensive, first of all. I need the money to support my elegant and erotic wardrobe. And since I am expensive, I justify it by being attentive, thoughtful, exquisitely submissive, while also spectacular, sexually. I will do anything except those extreme things that tend to turn your stomach.

What makes it particularly mercenary, which I confess is also a thrill, is that in real life you don't have to pay me to be like this - it's the way I am anyway.

But we both find it a complex and very realistic fantasy. My man thinks we should develop this somehow, to see how it might work in real life. Ann offering the girlfriend experience

The blurred boundaries of my exhibitionist fantasies.

I have a dress very similar to this in concept and design, except the one I own has no train hanging down to the floor (you see i? the simple long white piece of fabric that falls down the wall, separate from the dress at the back?) My dress is a rose color, and with a high slit possibly higher than this one, some sheer cutouts, and a very obvious corset top with a bra that is mainly sheer except for some floral appliqués over the nipples. The bra fits perfectly, offering up my breasts in nice mounds. It is tight around my body, offering up my figure - my body, in other words. The sheer panels show clearly that there is nothing under my dress. No panties, which I know men find exciting. So do I. I have worn it to a couple of gala events, where women wear such elegant clothing.

So you see it, don't you? I am full dressed, but my message is my nakedness. And I think this works. I am very aware that men are looking at me and know (they DEFINITELY know I'm wearing no panties) that I am naked underneath, and they imagine me naked. I can catch them staring at my breasts, but in the dress that I own, although the cups of the corset are sheer, there is a pretty little lace appliqué over the nipples. The tightness of the dress shows the curve of my ass, the result of much yoga, cardio and weights.

Good morning, sweet friends!

And this dress!! OMG... so exquisite.

I love this top.

I would wear a jacket over it, so the jacket would open as I sit or walk, and you can see how pretty the top is.

Falling out of my gauzy top.

It was a hot day, brutally hot, in the south of France. I wanted as little clothing as possible. Just a flimsy wrap. A friend of ours dropped in as I was sipping a cool sparkling water. I didn't think twice about being under-dressed. This man is a good friend, we have seen other naked before, he has been over when I've been sunbathing totally nude, we have been with him and his girlfriend to the nude beaches together. He and his girlfriend had attended my "event" as I call it.

I got up and got him a beer. I was aware as i walked that he could clearly see the outline of my legs and body. The fabric of the wrap was more sheer than the one in the pic above. When I sat down my breasts fell out of the wrap, just like this, and I simply pulled the fabric over. My nipples were very visible through the fabric, and when I looked down one of them was still uncovered by the fabric. I just left it.

Let me talk briefly about "the event", just to fill in a couple of details that will become important.) The "event" was a night when I would serve as a model for my man to demonstrate bdsm skills to a small and select audience. It went like this: I appeared on the slight elevated stage first in a simple white cape, which was then removed, to show me wearing nothing but a leather waist cincher and a pair of silver strappy heels. Otherwise I was naked. Half way through, as the activity got more frenzied, my heels were removed by the girl who was assisting. To give you some idea of what it was like, by that point in the proceedings I was sweaty, my skin glistening, I had cum several times in front of the small audience of about twenty friends who were also kinky. Everyone there had seen me shake and cry out with orgasms, had seen my pussy flogged to orgasm, had seen me gasping for breath and drooling. Then I would smile and it would continue. My ass was red with flogging, as were my breasts. It is normal for this kind of event for the girl who is the model (me, in this case) to have orgasms. It makes it all very authentic.

So we sat and sipped our sparkling water, and we talked about the weather, i offered to let him swim in the pool but he declined. He did take his time to look at my body parts, but that is not anything he hasn't done before.

I was quite relaxed. Inevitably he brought the conversation around to the topic of the event. He said he wanted to say some things about it. I was all ears. I love feedback, I love people to tell me what it is that they saw or responded to in me. And this particular occasion was huge in my own evolution, sexually. He said he was mesmerized. He talked about watching me cum, and asked if it bothered me to cum in public like that. Well no, it didn't, I said. In fact I loved it. I didn't know I would react that way ahead of time, but when it happened the first time I felt really good, and everyone clapped, which made me feel that much more secure about it. It eliminated any remaining nervousness I had about the situation.

He wanted me to know, he said, that his reaction was very strong. He has seen such bdsm performances before, but never, he said, with someone he knows so well. He started to dwell on some aspects... how I came with the flogger (I can cum by having my breasts or pussy flogged) and how arousing it was to watch. This conversation was fine. No lines crossed. In fact throughout the whole conversation he was simply being very frank.

He has said before he finds me very sexy, that he loves my breasts. I do a fair amount of exercise, the aftermath of being a semi-serious dancer in my twenties. So my body is in good shape. But these were things he has said before, and in the presence of his girlfriend.

Anyway, to make a long story short, he eventually said that since that event, he's thought constantly about the it. And then he said, this is really why I wanted to talk to you. Then he said: If he ever had the chance, he said, he would love to fuck me. It would be a dream come true.

My reaction was to laugh. Here I was, my body once again on display, basically, and I could see he had an erection in his shorts. He laughed also. He said he had been talking about the event with his girlfriend, including saying to her how he'd love to fuck me. She told him he needed to tell me these things. That I would want to know. We both laughed.

His girlfriend was right, of course. I do want to know. A friend says he wants to fuck me. No harm done. He is just being sincere.

For me, and given my own nature - it was flattering. I desire to be desired, and it is not a secret. Yes I felt it between my legs. It felt very nice. Just as it feels now as I write this.

It's not a possibility, and he knows it, and I know it. I thanked him for saying so. That I love to know how he sees me, sexually.

He knew I would tell my man about it, just as he had told his girlfriend. No offence was taken.

I told my sweet girl I want her to wear this blouse.

It has to be just the right situation, the right setting. I'm not going to start by telling her she is going to walk down the street with me like this. Not yet, anyway. But I do want her to become secure and happy to wear something revealing when she is with me. I like to look at her body. I would like her to feel that free. She is very shy about showing her nipples, despite the fact that she has a hot little body,. She is a delicious package of feral hunger and sexuality.

I am thinking we could go out for dinner. She can wear a jacket or shawl over top beforehand, on the way there. At the table, though, I will choose a moment when I believe she is now feeling more secure about it. I will be dressed with my usual intention of showing off my body, something low, short and tight.

I love it when a follower sends me a pic that makes him think of me.

I know - it can be a weakness, how I desire to be desired. I respond well to another person's desire for me. It feels so natural to want to be wanted. Here is what he said when he sent the picture. I just like the sincerity and honesty. It makes me wet, that kind of honesty.

Why thank you!

I am so flattered at how you find my words. Because I do try to portray myself as a thinking girl, one who reflects deeply on her sexuality and how she fits into the world. It's a journey I am on.

Dinner? I'd love that.

We can talk about whatever you like. Life, love, you name it. I'll dress just like this, I'd like to do that, because you've commented on my breasts a few times. It would be nice. We can drink a glass of wine, eat good food, and talk about my blog, or anything else on your mind. It would be relaxing, and I would enjoy that.

Good morning, sweet friends!

Sex with multiple partners is new for me.

And it's a bit more complicated.

It's something my man and I have talked about often, and till now, it's been something that we just put off. Nice maybe, but not a priority. That has shifted.

Since my event in June, I have felt freer about my sexual possibilities, among them my desire to explore multiple partners. So we did actually set it up a couple of nights, with men we know well. The first time was simply oral sex on my part, pure and simple. The second time was with my man guiding it. I won't go into detail now, because I want to spend some time talking about the nuances of it. But I will say that it was very good, not at all like what I experienced in my twenties. I will add that it is something my man is excited about exploring, mainly because he wants to watch me.

There are a number of themes we think about when it comes to multiple partners. First of all there are two categories.

Kinky sex with multiple partners, involving bondage, flogging, torment of different types, where I am purely a vessel for pleasure.

non-kinky sex, involving different configurations. MMF, MFF, FFF

The problem with my past experiences was pretty basic: with multiple partners, too often it gets clumsy and glitchy because no one's sure what to do next. Another issue is that I am multi-orgasmic, like lots of girls, and I am still eager to go when the men have run out of steam.

The major priority both from his point of view and mine is that this has to be sexually fulfilling for me.

Here are the solutions we thought of:

make it more guided, with one person watching over what's happening and directing the action.

work out a loose plan, and talk about when to switch what's happening.

Talk with the multiple partners beforehand (and this in itself is arousing) about what arouses me, what kind of play I like (breasts, ass, oral up to a point, mild domination and submission such as hair-pulling (which I like), spanking (which I like). Also I LOVE giving oral. These are details that can smooth things along.

Being multi-orgasmic in the way that I am has its pluses and its minuses. The plus is that once I reach a certain level of arousal I will cum fairly spontaneously, by penetration. So a solution might be more than 2 partners for me, maybe 4 or 5.

Because my man wants to watch sometimes, it means cultivating some connections with men who will be suitable and willing.

Kinky sex with multiple partners, which is what I am most interested in, is also the most complicated to organize, since the pool of people available to participate is limited.

Because of the logistics, this won't be something that happens too often - it takes some organizing. Then again, we both think there may well be unexpected opportunities, and we need to explore that too.

Stay-ups first, then stockings. I don't like pantihose.

Yes take me. I am yours. Take me, possess me, body and soul.