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Nylonpunkie's Filthy Tales
 
I publish dirty stories at literotica (they don't allow them here) and I try to promote them with my blog, xx
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One of Our Sex-Drives is Missing
Posted:Dec 2, 2021 10:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2022 4:42 pm
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Since I caught the big bug, one of the things I have lost has been my sex-drive.
I'm looking at my husband and not for a second fancying some fun with him.
This is sad. I wonder if it will suddenly return or if I will have work at rebuilding it.

I used just look at him and feel overcome with a desire unbutton his fly, strip down his jeans and breath in his sexy, funky masculine aroma.

The thought of his sweaty, furry balls and his fat, hard dick would actually make salivate. And now...

I don't want touch him and I don't want him to touch .
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New Story: Granny and the Homeless Boy
Posted:Aug 17, 2021 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2022 2:20 pm
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I composed a romantic, sweet and spunk-splashed affair between an inexperienced young man and a very horny (much) older lady - this can now be read at Literotica if you fancy a porno tale:

https://www.literotica.com/s/granny-and-the-homeless-boy

Should you want to indulge, I would love to know your thoughts on it too, XX.
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Cream-Pie
Posted:Jan 5, 2021 2:15 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2021 12:41 pm
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Whenever I try tell you blog readers about my latest erotic writings, I am banned under AdultFriendFinder's rules of Hate / Weapons / - despite there being an absolute absence of ANY of these topics in ANY of my stories.

It's unfathomable but anyway...

My stories are published at a site called literotica,
my profile there is called nylonpunkie.
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Autobiographical Story
Posted:Oct 18, 2020 1:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2021 3:01 pm
14592 Views

Apparently AdultFriendFinder will not let tell you about my latest story, even though it breaks none of their rules. I don't know what THEY think it is about but I wrote it based (kinda) on some of my first experiences, it is a story close to my heart.

I hope my friends can find it and enjoy it.

It's called The Virgin Delivery Girl Teases.
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My weirdest or dirtiest story?
Posted:Aug 24, 2020 2:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2021 12:41 pm
16027 Views

This may be my nastiest tale yet. A couple of people asked if I'd write about this theme so I gave it my own spin, my own take on the subject.

I'd be interested know if you thought it worked, X

It's literotica and it's called:
Jamelia Won't Take No for an Answer.

I would put the direct link but it keep getting denied by the AdultFriendFinder police.
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Brand New Dirty Stories
Posted:Aug 16, 2020 5:18 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2021 11:58 am
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Hello friendly perverts.

At the literotica website I have published some sequels to my grandpa themed tales of filth. Anyone who has a hankering for stories about young women who adore dirty old men should go visit :

1.

the-old-fellah-needs-a-hand

2.

the-old-fellah-needs-another-hand

3.

another-old-fellah-needs-a-hand

4.

the-old-fellahs-show-their-hands

You can leave a comment at the site if you want to encourage me to write more nasty goings-on. Rachael x
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Nylon Punkie
Posted:Jul 8, 2020 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2022 5:16 am
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I realised that people who can't read my profile may come here to look me up, this is a note from my page:

"If you get to read this (AdultFriendFinder does not want you to look up profiles) the IM chat thing does not work for me (thanks AdultFriendFinder) ~ I am not ignoring you. I would say send me a message but AdultFriendFinder does not want people sending each other messages ~ I would say look up my dirty stories but AdultFriendFinder keeps rejecting them. It is all bit Ho Hum. Thanks for nothing AdultFriendFinder."

Please look up my dirty stories at Literotica, there I go by nylonpunkie, I often chat there too if you want to chew the fat.

Take care, X
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Annoying twats.
Posted:Jun 26, 2020 2:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2020 3:39 pm
19047 Views

I had a blog denied on the basis of "hate, weapons, under age" ~ things I've never written about .

Neither would I encourage anyone take an interest in either of those subjects.

I simply can't imagine what the idiots are on about now.
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My latest story is about a sexy old lady
Posted:May 25, 2020 4:22 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2020 1:54 pm
18122 Views

Let's try this again, let's see if AdultFriendFinder allows it

https://www.literotica.com/s/mama-gem-becomes-a-unicorn

MY latest story is about a seventy year old woman who joins a young sexy couple for some threesome frolics.

In case they garbage the link again,

My name at Literotica is nylonpunkie,
and the story is called
Mama Gem Becomes a Unicorn
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New Story - Would love some feedback
Posted:May 3, 2020 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2021 12:40 pm
20577 Views

I have published a new story (still don't know why AdultFriendFinder won't let publish them here) at another dirty website:

https://www.literotica./s/yakovs-mom

It's called Yakov's Mom,
it's about becoming infatuated with your best friend's mother.

I'd love know what people think of it.

XX Rachael
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Writing Filthy Stories
Posted:Apr 3, 2020 1:42 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2020 7:21 pm
20174 Views

Been spending my idle hours penning some extreme filth.

I tried to publish some here but they were declined (for being too naughty?) so I have been lurking on other sites and publishing them there.

I anyone wants to read my stories I will happily share a link with them.

Take care,

Rachael, x
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The Old Fellah Needs a Hand
Posted:Jan 25, 2019 6:00 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2020 3:19 pm
22872 Views

In the block of flats where I used to live, our family was friendly with an guy lived a few doors down. I used to visit him fairly regularly for a cup of tea and a laugh. He always told the dirtiest jokes I’d ever heard. One morning my Mum told he’d had a nasty fall down the stairs and I should go see him to cheer him .

Later, I knocked on his door then burst into laughter at the sight of his heavily bandaged form, both arms wrapped in white and hanging from a sling, struggling comically to open the door.
"Don't take the piss." he grumbled.
"Sorry Gramps," I followed him into his flat, "I just wasn't expecting you to look so...."
"Pathetic?" He suggested.
"Ridiculous. Whatcha been doing, you daft sod?"
Before this story gets properly dirty I should point out "Gramps" is just a friendly term and in no way indicates we are related.

Anyways... after I made the fellah some lunch and a cup of tea and had a chat about my comings and goings (he always wanted to hear about the life of a modern , he didn't get out much) he blushed and stammered for me to wait as I was pulling on my jacket to exit.
"What is it?" I asked, worried about him looking so flushed.
"Um."
"Well?"
"Erm."
"C'mon, spit it out."
"Welllll..."
"Have you forgotten? Senior moment?"
"No! Cheeky little twerp."
"Well, what then? I've got friends to meet."
"Nevermind! Bugger off then."
"Oh, don't be like . Just tell ."
"It's just... I can't... I can't..."
"Can't what??"
"With my hands all trussed like this I can't..."
"What?" I asked slowly, getting the gist.
He was looking down, at his crotch.
"You a pee!!!" I blurted out.
"Yes, damn it!"
"Are you asking to..."
"Well, I can't get my hands down far to..."
"You want to touch your..."
"I wouldn't ask if I weren't desperate!"
It was my turn to say "Ummmmm."
He looked so vulnerable and embarrassed, how could I refuse?
"Okay, sure." I said, breezily walking off to his toilet.

"C'mon then, Gramps!" I called. He shuffled in, blushing further, and positioned himself over the toilet bowl. "Right, here we go." I was egging myself on, fighting the awkwardness. I pulled apart his pyjamas and slid my hand in the (what do you men even call this penis-slit?) gap and then dipped my hand into his underwear. As my fingertips touched his cock, we both flinched. I giggled and he began mumbling apologies, breaking the pristine silence.

There was no eye contact between us as I curled my fingers around his warm cock and gently (like I was scared I'd hurt him) pulled at it until it was out. I held it, aiming the bulbous helmet down into the bowl. I could feel my palm getting hotter, beads of sweat on my forehead. His cock was not lengthy but very thick, and was feeling heavier and heavier as I stood there, gripping it softly. I was just wondering how long this would take, when I felt through the skin of my hand ripples of fluid coursing through the thick cock, just before a pressurised jet arced out of the big pink head. The man moaned in pleasure and relief as it continued to pour out of him.
"You must've really wanted to go!" I was hoping small-talk would help drag us through this unwanted intimacy but he remained blissfully silent. It just kept coming. Frothy dark piss seeming to almost fill the bowl. Finally, it began to slow and my neighbour was gasping his thanks as his cock dribbled the last of his flow.
"There was just no-one else I could've asked." He said. "Don't just put it away !"
"No?"
"Sorry, no. You have to ... shake it off a bit. Or I'll wet my pants."
I looked at him skeptically.
"Really. It's like a hose-pipe, you have to jiggle it all out before you pop it away."
I gave him a "you'd better not be messing about" look and stared to jiggle his cock. I kept sproingling it in my palm until there were no more drops, then I replaced the codger's cock back in his pants. I was washing my hands in his basin when I surprised him with a question: "I s'pose you'll be needing me to back later and do again?"

So I returned once more afternoon, once in the evening and one last time before I went to bed. He was getting annoying by thanking me so much and constantly apologising I almost had to tell him off, threaten to not return if he didn't pipe down. On the second day, it had begun to feel routine, not normal but not outlandish either. We’d even began to chit-chat as I stood next to him in his small toilet, holding his warm heavy cock, feeling his pee pulse under my touch, tingling my palm. I found I had to grip him tighter so I didn't drop it as it pissed, but he didn't object.

Also on the second day, I noticed he seemed to be enjoying it more. He didn't say anything but his dick was longer when I fished it out of his pyjamas, longer and thicker. I no longer had to peel back his foreskin off the cockhead, it was already proudly exposed. I felt him watching me look at his growing prick and I felt uncomfortable and ashamed I found it so obviously fascinating.

On third day, after helping with his morning pee, I found my hand was instinctively moving along the shaft, back and forth. I was shocked. I froze. I looked at his face, he was grinning.
"You can with it if you want to, I won't tell anyone."

I looked him, in a daze and suddenly remembered some of the dirty dreams I'd had the night before. Holding his cock, I lead the old man into his lounge and we sat on the sofa. He got comfy and I began to work my fist and down his shaft. My painted nails flashing against the dark pink of his flesh. He was uttering pleasurable noises as I wanked him. I was besotted, just watching my hand rise and fall on his sexy cock.
I looked him, he began to speak but I interrupted:
"If you say sorry or thanks again, I'll get up and walk out!"
"I was just going to say what a beautiful, talented you are."
I blushed. "Oh well, okay then."
He grunted and gasped as I maintained a steady pace of my stroking of his long, thick, hard dick.
"When was the last time you came?" I asked.
"Came?"
"Spunked, y'know... shot your spunk."
"When I last made love to my wife."
"But she died over five ago!"
"And we hadn't had sex for some too. So it's been a looooong time."
"You never do this to yourself???"
"No! No one could ever accuse me of being a wanker."

I gripped his cock tight, I could feel each pulse and twitch as I tugged on it. I leaned in close and kissed him. My tongue slid into his mouth as he began to wriggle around... he tensed and I felt my hand go wet. I pulled away from our kiss and looked down his eruption of creamy thick sperm over my knuckles.

We were both breathing hard. After a minute he pulled a cotton handkerchief out of his pyjama pocket and cleaned my hand and then his dick. We were speechless. We sat next to each other, catching our breath. I sniffed my fingers and was thrilled at how aroused I was.
"Let's do it again!" I said and gripped his dick.
"Hold on, hold on. I am seventy-eight, not eighteen!!"
"Whaddya mean?"
"I'll a break."
"Like a tea-break? A quick cuppa and then..."
"More like a couple of hours, luv."
I pouted. I tidied his cock away into his pants, then stood up. I gave him a kiss then, grabbed my jacket.

"Later then, Gramps!"
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A Naughty Young Admirer's Tribute
Posted:Aug 30, 2017 4:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2021 3:37 pm
28595 Views

When doing my laundary I sometimes find my undies have been "enjoyed" by my husband; I look at the crusty spunk stains on my tights or my knickers and I have to stop and imgaine him sniffing my intimate scent, and licking my dirty flavours and I picture him getting hard and wanking to my sticky underwear.

I can't blame him, I adore my own pongs and often sniff my own tights, reveling in my sexy private aromas.

One day I picked up a pair of sheer charcoal pantyhose from my bedroom floor to put in the washing and I was thrilled to discover a great splodge of semen splattered all down one of the legs, dribbled all over the gusset. But then I remembered... my hubbie is away from home.

The only person it could be... my 's boyfriend, a cute young guy who's always hanging around, chatting with me in the kitchen. Instinctively I sniff my tights and catch a fragrance that is new to me, that is not the smell of my man's cock. I am so very flattered, a woman my age making a young man so horny he has to jerk off into my nylons.

I blush and a warm wet tingle goes thrugh my body, I sit on my bed and I can't help myself... I slide my tongue into the gooey cummy mess on my nylons. Rolling the young lad's spunk around my mouth savouring the taste.

Before I know it, my jeans and panties are shoved down around my knees, I'm lying on my back fingering my wet slit and licking all the gloppy young spunk off my tights. When my slutty mouth is full of sperm and spit, I drool it out on to my palm and rub it into my hot swollen cunt... wishing he was fucking me hard and pumping his nasty young cum inside me.

Oh, if only the sneaky little perv was watching me...
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