A few months back I had to step away from my work as an erotic writer and autobiography recorder.
The many emails and personal urges to carry on gave me joy and inspiration. Thank you all! My work here is all about me and my family. The journey through my writings is truly sexual and very unconventional and with it many emotions are brought forth and a need to cool down. The last few months have been my cooling and recharging period. I am back now and fully prepared to reveal all about me and my past.
My dear Auntie Rosie and my darling daddy would be so pleased I am also telling their tale in full as well as my own. This section of my work is solely devoted to Rosie and her brother, my dad.
I shall continue to share what I learned from Rosie in her extensive memoirs which were left to me and the things I found in that old trunk she kept hidden away for all those many years. Kinky, lusty, incestuous Rosie...my wonderful auntie! Dirty and delightful and all wrapped up with my daddy. My sexy stud of a daddy whom I too adored as did all who encountered him, both men and women. All fell under his spell. A spell of sex, power, seduction and lust!
Now I carry on with the section of her memoirs she called, "The Blue Movie". Remember this is in her own words and a reflection of the way she spoke to me, her Carol Luv.
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I assured him a very sexy wannabe starlet would be his co-star and she'd put out and probably let him try out a few new positions. Secretly, I would see to it as the director's assistant. I would make the bitch do what was required, even if I had to show her how!
I rubbed his big toe seductively. I told him, "And you have no worries about too many people involved, Tony. It will be the director upstairs, a hired camera guy, the sexy lady co-star, and me."
Well, he laughed and laughed. He spilled the last of the drink on the damn sofa. I could have screamed.
"I knew it, Rosie. I bloody knew it. Always the horny gal with the itchy gash!" He giggled while his trimmed moustache twitched with glee.
"I'd say fuck you, but you'd like that!" I retorted and I bit his socked toe. He yelped. The nylon sock tasted salty but somehow not awful. Nice really.
"Fucking you, Rosie. Well, that may be an acquired taste for me in years to come and who knows, if you're lucky, maybe I will. For Christmas some year, I'll wrap my dick up with a red bow and let you have it!" He hooted as he almost rolled back onto the sofa, feet waggling in the air.
In my mind Carol Luv, I wanted to say, bring on Christmas, bring it on! He was all I wanted for Christmas, really, with all my heart.
Carol Luv, I just looked at him, your dad, sitting there so full of himself and so confident in what he had to offer sexually to anyone. He was cocky but in a refined way, a way that melted my heart and wet my cunt. Sorry to be so blunt, but truth is truth!
I lashed out, the randy whore I was, and I slapped his outstretched legs with my hand. He yelped and carried on laughing at his cock from Christmas joke.
His sexy socked feet landed back in front of me where I knelt on the floor. I reached up and ran my hand up his trouser clad leg and moved to his strong thigh, I just let my hand rub tenderly along that thigh muscle. I knew what effect I was having, it always worked. A big sister knows! I saw him stop the silly laughing and gaze down at me with those heavenly green eyes, so playful and so kind.
"You really want me to do this movie, I know, Rosie." He said calmly with a dreamy look on his handsome face. I smiled up at him and nodded eagerly.
"Yes, I really do. And it's just part of what we do Tony. We have fun, lots of fun. And no matter who you marry, you better have room for me in your private life. You'd better!" I said in a sombre tone.
Tony, your loving dad, just smiled. By now Carol Luv, we had begun to grow more intimate than we had been back in England. He trusted me implicitly and I him. We had a bond nobody could break, not even your dear mum.
I carried on rubbing his warm, muscle-tensed thigh. I loved the way he just let my manicured fingers roam free. No hang-ups, so open to me. I knew it excited him. Always had!
I assured Tony that once all was arranged with Mr. Pudgy from upstairs, we'd know the date and time. I had alerted my dear director buddy that Tony was busy and Sundays or evenings after 7 pm would be best. Pudgy did not seem to care. He said the key was getting this actress he wanted from New York here and ready to work on his latest blue movie.
I did not know until later who the actress was. If you are able to find equipment to watch the old loop film, you might recognize her from your time watching American TV back in the late 60's and 70's. After her rocky, cheap start as a frowsy bleached blonde in some early 50's "nature loops", she pulled her act together, lost a bit of weight, became a raven-haired temptress on a rather good daytime soap. Who'd of thought the cheap whore could make good? And as you'll see, she was a real tramp. And you thought I was a crazy cunt? This dumb broad makes me look pretty good, Carol honey!
Anyway, I digress. I saw a kind of hungry look in Tony's green eyes. I knew that helpless look very well.
"No date tonight?" I sighed as he lay back on the sofa. My hand just resting and doing a little rub-rub thing mid-thigh. His leg was so hot; I could feel it thru the fabric of his trousers.
"No, I don't go out that much Rosie, you know it!" He said defensively.
I laughed kindly. "Yeah, I know, I know. And you get laid only once a month or so."
"A man has needs Rosie, I do. And not all my dates are, you know, up for it." Tony said in his cultured tone.
"It meaning a good fuck. And no, Tony, they don't all put out. But you know I am here, always am. And I have needs, baby. I do." I shot back, holding my hand still on his thigh.
"Rosie, we do plenty. More than we should. But fucking, fucking is. I am confused. I know you love me, love like no other. But fucking, Rosie? Really?" He said all this in a very sincere way as he gazed down at me.