The Sex Experiment | ellariasand | Activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/ellariasand/activity/ Activity feed for ellariasand. Tue, 02 Jun 2026 18:35:43 +0000 https://buddypress.org/?v= en-US 30 hourly 2 329da7de8663df9e6afc3d24d73097c9 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/19225/#acomment-19312 Mon, 22 Jun 2015 23:21:04 +0000 This took me for a loop considering I’ve never had one without the other.

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments WOULD YOU RATHER 7. If you could have both, but only repeat one, which would you repeat, the best oral sex or the best intercourse of your life? ]]> 939c110dd9df62e6091375834dabc982 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17227/ Tue, 30 Sep 2014 02:31:48 +0000 0 7cac059646c5f3bbbdeb511c391b36f2 ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments: The Bicycle Experiment: Off to the Races Oy vey. My brain […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17226/ Tue, 30 Sep 2014 01:59:12 +0000 The Bicycle Experiment: Off to the Races

Oy vey. My brain and legs are now mush due to the rather huge race weekend that just happened, but it just hurts so good… I was particularly proud of myself yesterday for not only getting back up after wiping out twice on sandy, dusty corners, but still being able to ride up at least a few spots and…[Read more]

]]> 2 f5c662cc71b06594ce37e33bd66ff0f3 ellariasand likes Mallory's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17145/ Sun, 21 Sep 2014 22:16:51 +0000 0 cdb689d8769c5e646f1beeefe5bdcac5 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17137/#acomment-17144 Sun, 21 Sep 2014 22:16:27 +0000 I sometimes find myself praying to find a good man to settle down with… but not yet. There’s just something about those bad dirty lads on bikes. I think it’s kind of a fallacy that girls go for bad boys because they think they can fix them. At least in my case, I wouldn’t change them for the world.

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments The Bicycle Experiment 6.0 [why has it jumped to 6.0? there were a couple of targets that got away in the meantime] The leaves are starting to turn, road season is winding down and my mind and legs are focused on one thing alone: cyclocross. Oh how I had been longing to return to the dirt (and the dirty lads who race on it). Of all things, I met 6.0 not on the road or in the dirt, but through an online dating app. The self-aware bravado of posing shirtless with a phone, making duckface in front of a bathroom mirror while holding a kitten and posing (also shirtless) with a pointer in front of a chalkboard graph reading “number of messages exchanged/probability you will have sex with me” aside, the first and only thing I really needed to see was him in a skinsuit, on a bike, face made inscrutable by helmet and sunglasses revealing only a hard set jaw with gritted teeth, leaning hard into a turn on the dirt. There was the usual textual banter followed by “so is tonight a school night for you?” He definitely knew how to target my bad girl nostalgia for sneaking out at night to run around with guys. Unfortunately, with a series of important meetings/projects I had to complete the following day and cyclocross practice, I had to take a raincheck… which fortunately was claimed the following evening. He had recently returned from an international race. Remember what I said about getting to the point of mad desperation that I was actually considering picking up a lad with strong looking legs at the local coffee shop or bar, throwing a kit on him and ask him to brag about the time he podiumed with a broken derailleur? Looks like I didn’t have to. 6.0 is the real deal as far as being serious about racing and oddly has raced against 2.0 on a regular basis despite them not knowing each other. Speaking of 2.0, I actually described 6.0 to a friend in comparison: “He’s like 2.0 if 2.0 actually delivered, was honest with/about himself and wasn\'t just a huge cocktease.\" … but I’m getting ahead of myself. Of course I sat in wide-eyed wonder as 6.0 described the trip, the hazards of taking an open-air taxi in the host city and the peculiarities of the course. I was also particularly impressed that his team/sponsors had paid for the trip. No one I ride with gets those kind of perks. We’re mostly beer and burrito operations. Anyway, you’re not here to read about the world of competitive cycling. You’re here to read about me fucking my way through the world of competitive cycling. I joked to a friend that I might just be a cat 4 in CX, but I aim for a cat 1 in sex. So we end up standing in my bedroom. He holds his hands out. For a moment, I have the peculiar fear that this is going to end in a polite handshake and a “Thanks, it was lovely chatting with you this evening.” Then I remembered that this is me we’re talking about here. He takes my hands and pulls me closer. We kiss and hands start roaming everywhere, scoping out and pre-riding the course, I suppose. I’ll just say that there were plenty of hard turns that I definitely had to lean into. Clothing hits the floor and I’m quite pleased with myself for being able to undo both his belt buckle and fly with just my left hand (I’m right handed). We stand in our underwear right next to the bed. I feel like I’m about to explode if I don’t get him between my legs soon. So I push him onto the bed, straddling him as I turn out the light. Fucking with the lights on is a level of intimacy that I’m not quite ready for considering how self-conscious I am along with the fact that we just met. However, I sort of regret that since it meant that I didn’t get to stare at those glorious tan lines at his thighs… so sharp you could open an envelope on them. 6.0 makes quick work of figuring out that my bra opens from the front. The last barrier of underwear cleared, he’s pretty much sprinting towards giving me the first orgasm of the evening just with the deft movements of his fingers. I can’t stop moaning into his mouth and he does not let up for anything even once I’ve already come. He grasps my wrist, indicating that I should follow suit. To my surprise, he isn’t completely hard yet, but it only takes a few strokes against the palm of my hand, fingertips grazing against the head of his cock to get there. At one point, I was using both hands, grasping the shaft, caressing his balls with the other hand. The tip of his cock brushes lightly against my stomach as he hovers over me and all I want is to have that hard cock inside me, for my legs to be wrapped around him as he goes hard and fast. Yet that can wait. I manage to get on top again, kiss him from his ears, down his neck, chest and abs. Good heavens I don’t think I had ever been with anyone so… solid before. Even his ass was the tightest I’ve ever gripped in my eager hands. I imagine spanking 6.0 would have hurt me than it could possibly have hurt him. Perhaps even a flogger or paddle would break against it if swung with enough force (and you know I would love to get a chance to try). For some reason, he stops me from going down on him despite his curiosity about my talents in that department. We resume kissing and touching each other, lying face to face on our sides and it isn’t too long until he’s on top of me again. Once again, he’s keeping me in an over-heightened state of pleasure and I feel like I’m barely even able to hold on to the back of his wheel. Suddenly, he stops and says “We definitely shouldn’t have sex.” I’m a bit perplexed and slightly miffed until he says “Good thing it doesn’t count if you wear a condom” and grabs a condom out of his bag. I always did go for the ones with peculiar senses of humor. He’s over me again and he slowly penetrates me. It hurts, but just in the right way. I had forgotten how good it felt to be so completely filled with cock. I grasp at him, up his arm, down his back, scratching and biting a bit as he speeds up. I wrap my legs around him and try to meet his thrusts with my own. I hadn’t felt this on fire since the last road time trial I did. I notice a recurring pattern where he goes hard for a bit, then pulls back, letting his fingers do the work. He grasps my hand and gets me to guide his cock back inside me and resumes. I’m tempted to accuse him of trying to get intervals training in during this sex session, but in all truth, I don’t mind because it’s working. I’m reduced to a shaking, sweating, gasping mess in little time. There is an awkward pause when I have to figure out where the hell I left my lube in the dark. This reminds me of a joke I made to the subject of The Conversation Experiment when he found bike grease in his bedsheets once: “That awkward moment when you accidentally reach for T-9 instead of K-Y.” To be fair, there was a time when I kept both in my bike bag along with condoms, a spare tube, a repair kit and a first aid kit just because it’s always good to be prepared. Lube acquired from somewhere among the clutter of my nightstand or under the bed, we resume. He pins me down with his forearm against my collarbones and my legs on his shoulders. Through the course of the night 6.0 has been folding me like a paper crane and I know I’ll definitely feel it in my hamstrings the next morning, but I don’t care. As a cyclist who neglects weight and flexibility training, those muscles are much weaker compared to my quads. Although I suppose if I fuck enough, that might count as flexibility training and cardio. Later on, I’ll see pictures of him at races carrying his bike over barriers or hands gripping the hoods of his handlebars on a downhill turn. 6.0 pulls back and tells me to bend over the bed. I kneel and feel him plow into me like he’s sprinting for the finish line. It’s too good. I tighten around him. My arms are giving out from bracing against the bed. Fuck. Oh, fuck. He’s going to split me in half. I can feel the sweat dripping off of him and both of our hearts pounding as he collapses against me. For awhile, we lie next to each other on the bed naked, not cuddling because this isn’t that sort of encounter. Besides, it’s too fucking hot at the end of the summer for that. We exchange some amusing sex stories and he makes it very clear that while this may happen again, I may have to wait in line behind his fans at the next race. That may have been a joke, but I really wouldn’t be surprised considering what an excellent fuck he is. Oddly enough, despite my usually jealous nature, I don’t mind. I found it refreshing that he was honest enough with himself and with me to let me know that he wasn’t looking for anything serious, but he enjoyed fucking me and would be up for doing it again. He’s since moved to another city for the season, but it is likely we may meet at regional races. While I don’t want to get disqualified before I even get to staging for getting caught fucking on the course in a wooded section, 6.0 might be worth it. For now, we still chat online and exchange stories about our various sexual adventures. One weekend I had a very disappointing one night stand with a guy who only did one race this season, prompting me to come up with the insult “you fuck like a cat 5!” There really was no comparison. 6.0 quite literally fucks like a pro. So, when he was in town during the week and texted me “lunch break sex?” you better believe that I was looking up the quickest bike routes to get to his location. Once again, he knew exactly how to appeal to the bad girl in me who would gladly play hooky. 2.0 and 6.0 are vaguely aware of each other based on my surreptitious mentions in conversation. Technically 2.0 is in a higher category, but they’re about even as far as how often they beat each other at races. 6.0 assured me “He won’t beat me this year.” To which, I replied “Fucking me makes you faster.” This was actually a callback to something similar he had said to me when I mentioned that there was no difference between my race performance if I had sex the night before vs. if I hadn’t. My initial hypothesis was that I would do worse with the lack of sleep and expenditure of energy and that I usually channeled my sexual energy into my riding. If there is no difference, or if in his case fucking him actually would make me faster, then I don’t see why I shouldn’t indulge in a nice hard fuck the night before a race. I know that I’m sure as hell in no condition to fuck after the race. 6.0 and 2.0 don’t actually have a rivalry considering they don’t know each other or are on teams that interact with each other at all since they’re in different cities. However, I can’t help but fantasize about manufacturing one… Perhaps it could be settled in the bedroom as opposed to on the course. Either way, the season has barely begun and I’m already far ahead of the game compared to last year. ]]> b3c88981042e03b83cad71ae239b5991 ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments: The Bicycle Experiment 6.0 [why has it jumped to 6.0? there […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17137/ Sun, 21 Sep 2014 19:16:52 +0000 The Bicycle Experiment 6.0

[why has it jumped to 6.0? there were a couple of targets that got away in the meantime]

The leaves are starting to turn, road season is winding down and my mind and legs are focused on one thing alone: cyclocross. Oh how I had been longing to return to the dirt (and the dirty lads who race on it).

Of all things, I…[Read more]

]]> 3 457dcb1ff1b4cbec67463ec820db75c0 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17003/#acomment-17136 Sun, 21 Sep 2014 19:12:13 +0000 Ooh, definitely like this experiment. I had a guy offer to polish my boots with his tongue once. It wasn’t a very effective way to clean and polish black leather, but it was amusing.

In reply to - Mallory posted an update in the group Your Experiments
Acts of Service
]]> 3129b74080c3741a5684dd08426c5448 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16167/ Mon, 23 Jun 2014 04:01:22 +0000 0 e3444c3bec8914fb4d0472ee885666d0 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16166/ Mon, 23 Jun 2014 04:01:11 +0000 0 ec7ff2611f4c0fc6f18c07a15afc4dbf ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16127/#acomment-16129 Sat, 21 Jun 2014 05:14:10 +0000 1. Passion, whether sexual or a great love of what they do.
2. (Justified) confidence. I admit that at times I mistake arrogance for confidence, but there is something sexy about someone who is spectacular at what they do and knows it.
3. Vulnerability. When a guy tells me something that I know very few, if no other people know, I find that it…[Read more]

In reply to - Mallory posted an update in the group Your Experiments Top Characteristics for Attraction Luis\' point about cooking is well taken. What are the top 6-12 characteristics that make a person attractive for you? ]]> f31bcaa09042daa8e859cc4220e25f16 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16125/ Fri, 20 Jun 2014 12:00:49 +0000 0 b8f72323a89d805dda536cf382d41c91 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16124/ Fri, 20 Jun 2014 12:00:42 +0000 0 6cb30c1919e5a137e92677b896149770 ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments: Ok. I think that the statute of limitations has passed and I […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16118/ Thu, 19 Jun 2014 02:44:39 +0000 Ok. I think that the statute of limitations has passed and I am significantly “over it” to the point where I can finally post the once-hinted “Bicycle Experiment 3.0.”

The Bicycle Experiment 3.0

You know how sometimes someone rides up behind you so quietly that you don’t even notice until the breeze blows your hair into your face as they pass? T…[Read more]

]]> 2 e68c9fc1a78a8724ce3059cc030bd157 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16116/ Thu, 19 Jun 2014 02:12:06 +0000 0 6145920127579508b15cf006071a774c ellariasand likes luis's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/16115/ Thu, 19 Jun 2014 02:11:58 +0000 0 a6ce903175c764b0587fcb27b66ccef9 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15850/#acomment-15886 Sun, 11 May 2014 03:33:21 +0000 Oh I am well aware that he’s a trap and his interest in me is most likely proportional to how much attention he is or isn’t getting from others.

Very astute observations. I told a friend of mine the story of one of my gym teachers in high school. I loathed this guy since he had the stench of failed college athlete wafting of of him in waves.…[Read more]

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments The Bicycle Experiment 2.5(?) When I told my therapist about this and wondered why he would come out of the woodwork after an extended period of radio silence, she simply stated \"Guys like him ALWAYS come back.\" I was nursing yet another case of heartache (aka The Bicycle Experiment 3.0, which I really don\'t think I can write about just because it was so fleeting, but so strangely close and intimate I feel like some things should remain private) when I received a text. \"It\'s been awhile since I puked on the (bike) trainer. Yay neuromuscular workouts! Mix that with a headcold and you\'re gonna feel that one all day.\" Bear in mind I received this message at 10:00 a.m. while at work. I suppose at an anthropological level, this might be a sort of male cyclist mating display. Of course, he knows how much I love it when he goes hard. When I got home and was able to send a response, we exchanged the usual pleasantries of what we’ve been up to, mostly innocuous. He even gave me advice about road season and training. At one point I saw him at a bar when I was at a bike social event, teased him with a text when I got home “Couldn’t come over and say hello?” Then there was a strange post comment exchange where he offhandedly mentioned having “stories” about being paid in services in exchange for sex while in college. I knew it was a trap, but I took the bait anyway and asked him via text to exchange a story for a story. \"In college I banged about 50? 60? Girls... something like that. I used to get phone calls in the middle of the night asking me to take their virginity. I have swiped 6 v-cards in college. I would tend to sleep in my own bed 1 time a week. I was mostly paid in food at the sorority houses. It was the best.\" (some spelling and punctuation corrected because that would have just bothered me if I left it in, even with a [sic]) Everyone I’ve told this story to has the immediate reaction of “Ew.” Yet, for as much as I wanted to call bullshit on that whole story, I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to be every bit the bad boy that his reputation and my imagination had made him out to be. This was the same dirty lad who chased me in the woods on his bicycle, who had no qualms about changing out of his kit in front of everyone. He\'s precisely the sort of guy I should stay away from, but for whatever reason won\'t. He\'s the course tape or barrier that I can\'t look away from until it\'s too late and I\'ve already crashed into him. The exchange continued and progressively got more filthy and ended with me commenting: “I forgot how much of a complete and utter cocktease you are.” So why now? As soon as I saw his initial message, my first question was “What does he want?” Let’s face it, I’ve been burned by him before, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the heat prior to that. Even if this likely won’t lead to sex, I could use the target practice. That doesn’t mean I’m not wary though. Song of the moment: W.D.Y.W.F.M. by The Neighbourhood I suspect what he really wants is my attention (he made no mention of his girlfriend so once again this could just be baseless flirting). Well, he has it for the time being. Whether or not he wants to follow through with it is his own business. [bpfb_video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzVJ6gSfnC4[/bpfb_video] ]]> 536d98a7db48cba02ceda2c2fef6338b ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15850/#acomment-15863 Thu, 08 May 2014 03:45:23 +0000 Sadly, I have yet to actually win a race, so this metaphor is accurate in a sad way.

One of my teammates interjected with “it’s not a game” when I talked about sabotaging my relationships by trying to look ten moves in. I should have replied with “Well, if romance/sex isn’t a game, then why do I always feel like I’m losing?”

Also, yes, double…[Read more]

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments The Bicycle Experiment 2.5(?) When I told my therapist about this and wondered why he would come out of the woodwork after an extended period of radio silence, she simply stated \"Guys like him ALWAYS come back.\" I was nursing yet another case of heartache (aka The Bicycle Experiment 3.0, which I really don\'t think I can write about just because it was so fleeting, but so strangely close and intimate I feel like some things should remain private) when I received a text. \"It\'s been awhile since I puked on the (bike) trainer. Yay neuromuscular workouts! Mix that with a headcold and you\'re gonna feel that one all day.\" Bear in mind I received this message at 10:00 a.m. while at work. I suppose at an anthropological level, this might be a sort of male cyclist mating display. Of course, he knows how much I love it when he goes hard. When I got home and was able to send a response, we exchanged the usual pleasantries of what we’ve been up to, mostly innocuous. He even gave me advice about road season and training. At one point I saw him at a bar when I was at a bike social event, teased him with a text when I got home “Couldn’t come over and say hello?” Then there was a strange post comment exchange where he offhandedly mentioned having “stories” about being paid in services in exchange for sex while in college. I knew it was a trap, but I took the bait anyway and asked him via text to exchange a story for a story. \"In college I banged about 50? 60? Girls... something like that. I used to get phone calls in the middle of the night asking me to take their virginity. I have swiped 6 v-cards in college. I would tend to sleep in my own bed 1 time a week. I was mostly paid in food at the sorority houses. It was the best.\" (some spelling and punctuation corrected because that would have just bothered me if I left it in, even with a [sic]) Everyone I’ve told this story to has the immediate reaction of “Ew.” Yet, for as much as I wanted to call bullshit on that whole story, I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to be every bit the bad boy that his reputation and my imagination had made him out to be. This was the same dirty lad who chased me in the woods on his bicycle, who had no qualms about changing out of his kit in front of everyone. He\'s precisely the sort of guy I should stay away from, but for whatever reason won\'t. He\'s the course tape or barrier that I can\'t look away from until it\'s too late and I\'ve already crashed into him. The exchange continued and progressively got more filthy and ended with me commenting: “I forgot how much of a complete and utter cocktease you are.” So why now? As soon as I saw his initial message, my first question was “What does he want?” Let’s face it, I’ve been burned by him before, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the heat prior to that. Even if this likely won’t lead to sex, I could use the target practice. That doesn’t mean I’m not wary though. Song of the moment: W.D.Y.W.F.M. by The Neighbourhood I suspect what he really wants is my attention (he made no mention of his girlfriend so once again this could just be baseless flirting). Well, he has it for the time being. Whether or not he wants to follow through with it is his own business. [bpfb_video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzVJ6gSfnC4[/bpfb_video] ]]> 830df9f9369a6a1eeee520c019371cbc ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15859/ Wed, 07 May 2014 11:12:04 +0000 0 fa4160537b2431582a67f1ee47ac3d2a ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15858/ Wed, 07 May 2014 11:12:01 +0000 0 3660d18520311e6d42dcd47ab0d29648 ellariasand posted an update in the group Sex & Music: A reminder of all the times I raced across town in the middle […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15852/ Wed, 07 May 2014 03:38:39 +0000 A reminder of all the times I raced across town in the middle of the night on my bicycle to meet or chase down a tryst. For all the names I whispered, sighed or shouted as idolatrous prayers late at night.

]]> 1 ca49305556cd7d6083fe020b324d792f ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15850/#acomment-15851 Wed, 07 May 2014 03:04:46 +0000 I\’d also like to add that I have a fantasy where I have him bent on all fours and ask him if he even remembers any of the names of the 50-60 girls he supposedly \”banged\” in college. Then I would hit him with the riding crop for each one of them (if he can\’t remember/stumbles on a name, I hit him progressively harder).

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments The Bicycle Experiment 2.5(?) When I told my therapist about this and wondered why he would come out of the woodwork after an extended period of radio silence, she simply stated \"Guys like him ALWAYS come back.\" I was nursing yet another case of heartache (aka The Bicycle Experiment 3.0, which I really don\'t think I can write about just because it was so fleeting, but so strangely close and intimate I feel like some things should remain private) when I received a text. \"It\'s been awhile since I puked on the (bike) trainer. Yay neuromuscular workouts! Mix that with a headcold and you\'re gonna feel that one all day.\" Bear in mind I received this message at 10:00 a.m. while at work. I suppose at an anthropological level, this might be a sort of male cyclist mating display. Of course, he knows how much I love it when he goes hard. When I got home and was able to send a response, we exchanged the usual pleasantries of what we’ve been up to, mostly innocuous. He even gave me advice about road season and training. At one point I saw him at a bar when I was at a bike social event, teased him with a text when I got home “Couldn’t come over and say hello?” Then there was a strange post comment exchange where he offhandedly mentioned having “stories” about being paid in services in exchange for sex while in college. I knew it was a trap, but I took the bait anyway and asked him via text to exchange a story for a story. \"In college I banged about 50? 60? Girls... something like that. I used to get phone calls in the middle of the night asking me to take their virginity. I have swiped 6 v-cards in college. I would tend to sleep in my own bed 1 time a week. I was mostly paid in food at the sorority houses. It was the best.\" (some spelling and punctuation corrected because that would have just bothered me if I left it in, even with a [sic]) Everyone I’ve told this story to has the immediate reaction of “Ew.” Yet, for as much as I wanted to call bullshit on that whole story, I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to be every bit the bad boy that his reputation and my imagination had made him out to be. This was the same dirty lad who chased me in the woods on his bicycle, who had no qualms about changing out of his kit in front of everyone. He\'s precisely the sort of guy I should stay away from, but for whatever reason won\'t. He\'s the course tape or barrier that I can\'t look away from until it\'s too late and I\'ve already crashed into him. The exchange continued and progressively got more filthy and ended with me commenting: “I forgot how much of a complete and utter cocktease you are.” So why now? As soon as I saw his initial message, my first question was “What does he want?” Let’s face it, I’ve been burned by him before, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the heat prior to that. Even if this likely won’t lead to sex, I could use the target practice. That doesn’t mean I’m not wary though. Song of the moment: W.D.Y.W.F.M. by The Neighbourhood I suspect what he really wants is my attention (he made no mention of his girlfriend so once again this could just be baseless flirting). Well, he has it for the time being. Whether or not he wants to follow through with it is his own business. [bpfb_video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzVJ6gSfnC4[/bpfb_video] ]]> 6a8d03f6c5bc43fc54653730eab7440d ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Experiments: The Bicycle Experiment 2.5(?) When I told my therapist about […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15850/ Wed, 07 May 2014 02:55:30 +0000 The Bicycle Experiment 2.5(?)

When I told my therapist about this and wondered why he would come out of the woodwork after an extended period of radio silence, she simply stated “Guys like him ALWAYS come back.”

I was nursing yet another case of heartache (aka The Bicycle Experiment 3.0, which I really don’t think I can write about just because…[Read more]

]]> 7 0b910c330ad39b9748e9694a141f02d1 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/15781/#acomment-15849 Wed, 07 May 2014 02:28:19 +0000 This is difficult, most of my answers would be “depends on the situation” except that’s clearly not an option so I’ll have to pick one.

Dark chocolate better than milk chocolate: TRUE
Kissing better than massage: FALSE
I’d rather be in love than loved: TRUE
The closer and more intimate you become, the less hot the sex: FALSE
People are…[Read more]

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments NEW GAME Ask a true or false question. Next person answers all previous questions then adds a question. So I\'ll start the first two: 1st: Dark Chocolate is better than Milk Chocolate 2nd: True Kissing is Better than a Massage 3rd: This should be you... Comment below ]]> 195e94b96cc3a4a995634557d1b86ae2 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/14250/#acomment-14755 Wed, 16 Apr 2014 02:56:11 +0000 Legs. What can I say? After the bicycle experiment(s), I\’m definitely a leg girl. Whether it\’s over denim, nylon or nothing at all, a brush of fingertips at the thigh or calves just does it for me.

I\’m a particular fan of thigh-high pantyhose… and having assistance in removing it. The only stipulation is that he may not use his hands.

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments What\'s your favorite place to be touched when you still have all your clothes on? ]]> 42cbae76e0abda754a0e9e8b32b10907 ellariasand likes lake's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/14148/ Sat, 15 Mar 2014 15:30:11 +0000 0 897dc2532a04df69c7e23f59b2bae00d ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13487/#acomment-13662 Thu, 20 Feb 2014 05:45:06 +0000 Either said followers do not exist or I\’m far too wrapped up in my own unrequited feelings to notice.

I prefer the hunt to being the hunted, as I was raised to believe that nothing worth having ever comes easily.

In reply to - Mallory posted an update in the group Your Experiments Valentine Experiment Saint Valentine’s Day was originally (and still is) a Roman Catholic feast day, commemorating the life of a certain Valentinus, who was martyred in Rome some time in the 3rd Century A.D. The story is, while he was imprisoned for serving as a Christian priest, he healed the jailer’s daughter from blindness and apparently, fell in love with her. Before he was taken away for execution, he left her a note signed, “Your Valentine.” Thus, the card-giving tradition was born. The Experiment is week is pen note to Your Valentine, in 50 words or less, conveying your devotion (be it sexual, romantic, eternal, friendly, hope-for-more, etc). Present and offer your note in some unpredictable way. Share the note with us, share the result with us, or share both! [bpfb_images] 1082_0.922712001391972266_vnote.jpg [/bpfb_images] ]]> 8be9392694dec2db1419b74977571b3a ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13487/#acomment-13645 Tue, 18 Feb 2014 02:42:51 +0000 Rumi always says it much better than I ever could. 😀

I\’ve admitted to this person that I would be glad to assist him with his involuntary celibacy problem, but I suppose it speaks to his character that he turned me down due to our history (and the fact that we\’re too far apart for it to go anywhere).

In reply to - Mallory posted an update in the group Your Experiments Valentine Experiment Saint Valentine’s Day was originally (and still is) a Roman Catholic feast day, commemorating the life of a certain Valentinus, who was martyred in Rome some time in the 3rd Century A.D. The story is, while he was imprisoned for serving as a Christian priest, he healed the jailer’s daughter from blindness and apparently, fell in love with her. Before he was taken away for execution, he left her a note signed, “Your Valentine.” Thus, the card-giving tradition was born. The Experiment is week is pen note to Your Valentine, in 50 words or less, conveying your devotion (be it sexual, romantic, eternal, friendly, hope-for-more, etc). Present and offer your note in some unpredictable way. Share the note with us, share the result with us, or share both! [bpfb_images] 1082_0.922712001391972266_vnote.jpg [/bpfb_images] ]]> d6639e5199563922cfed35c31b07b863 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13644/ Tue, 18 Feb 2014 02:41:08 +0000 0 da77785e21a3dd810134277757868b95 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13643/ Tue, 18 Feb 2014 02:41:06 +0000 0 6f2b594975aebc8e633f6a3779e7146d ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: I just want it to be spring again... The Bicycle Experiment […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13631/ Mon, 17 Feb 2014 22:52:30 +0000 I just want it to be spring again…

The Bicycle Experiment (coda): Cabin Fever

I generally hate this time of year. As a daughter of Spring (April birthday), I’m at my weakest. My city has been covered in snow for the better part of the past couple of months, so I’m not getting as many miles in. Cyclocross season has been over for a month or so…[Read more]

]]> 3 2ae26dbcef6bdc3880bab3004936ad00 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13630/ Mon, 17 Feb 2014 21:21:47 +0000 0 85ef33d98ec478440a6718c67dd2b48f ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13629/ Mon, 17 Feb 2014 21:21:40 +0000 0 215e7558e0d34d399a6d276c258e35f5 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13487/#acomment-13626 Mon, 17 Feb 2014 20:02:36 +0000 Sorry I’m late (as usual), but how could I resist the challenge of expressing myself within limits (particularly when I’m prone to being verbose)? Context: long-distance writer friend I’ve had warm feelings for over the better part of a decade, but for whatever reason (long distance or either/both of us being in relationships with other people)…[Read more]

In reply to - Mallory posted an update in the group Your Experiments Valentine Experiment Saint Valentine’s Day was originally (and still is) a Roman Catholic feast day, commemorating the life of a certain Valentinus, who was martyred in Rome some time in the 3rd Century A.D. The story is, while he was imprisoned for serving as a Christian priest, he healed the jailer’s daughter from blindness and apparently, fell in love with her. Before he was taken away for execution, he left her a note signed, “Your Valentine.” Thus, the card-giving tradition was born. The Experiment is week is pen note to Your Valentine, in 50 words or less, conveying your devotion (be it sexual, romantic, eternal, friendly, hope-for-more, etc). Present and offer your note in some unpredictable way. Share the note with us, share the result with us, or share both! [bpfb_images] 1082_0.922712001391972266_vnote.jpg [/bpfb_images] ]]> b1ce1a5b9199073c3bd89801bd1bce76 ellariasand likes Mallory's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13625/ Mon, 17 Feb 2014 19:54:27 +0000 0 8ed4bdd2c8d2b6d26edb21c7a93d66b6 ellariasand likes Mallory's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/13112/ Tue, 21 Jan 2014 05:23:27 +0000 Achilles’ Desire
Relationship’s push and pull, rage and jealousy tangled up with tenderness and desire.

Whitehorse – Achilles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLT0W_4cebg

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]]> 0 35c2050512dd6ead74e9885cc3f889aa ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12924/#acomment-13000 Wed, 15 Jan 2014 04:46:41 +0000 Very true, Lake. The tension and flirtation were delicious to the point it was well worth the anxiety he caused and inevitable rejection.

I do have a saying about how the best sex is the sex you’re NOT having. In a way, I won in the sense that he may always wonder what I taste like, how hard I would hit him with my crop, etc. Likewise, I’ll…[Read more]

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update Update regarding the dirty lad on two wheels... To my joy, there was a good deal of flirtation and innuendo and the revelation that he was curious about kink and serving/being punished by me. Unfortunately, well... here\'s the short version: him: so uh, there is nothing i want more than to be totally controlled by you me: Really? Is there a \"but....\" after that statement? him: there is, sadly. me: I figured as much. Girlfriend? him: someone i\'ve decided to take it to the next level with. i\'d putz\'d around for a long time. more like i did because i was checking out my options me: Is this part of the re prioritization? him: yes - there is a whole lot going on me: Fair. Everyone warned me to stay away from you. I\'m sorry they were right. him: oh - didnt realize that i had a rep. hurts to hear lol me: Yeah. Well, if you change into the commitment type, that might change. him: i have a fear of commitment me: I noticed. Sigh. Once again, unlucky in lust and love almost exactly a year after the last entanglement went wrong. However, I think he and I are both growing as people if a) he told me about getting serious about someone else instead of going through with fooling around with me (as he had done this to someone else in the past and she had to find out about his new girlfriend from someone else after not hearing from him in weeks) and b) I didn\'t get drunk at a party and threaten to hacksaw his bike and set it on fire if I ran into him. No hard feelings. There are other lycra-clad lads for this huntress to chase down. So, it may be possible for a rake to reform and a bad girl to be less feloniously bad. ]]> 64b1d64f7e60f786c556cb22ba9b32b9 ellariasand likes 's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12999/ Wed, 15 Jan 2014 04:42:08 +0000 0 dfa398c4970aba20d76438b2c2647928 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12924/#acomment-12935 Sat, 11 Jan 2014 16:28:09 +0000 Few things shorter of me being the woman to do it myself would give me greater pleasure than to find out that she keeps him locked in a chastity device. However, one of those cages would be difficult to conceal beneath bib shorts or a skinsuit, chamois or no. Bonus humiliation at any rate.

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update Update regarding the dirty lad on two wheels... To my joy, there was a good deal of flirtation and innuendo and the revelation that he was curious about kink and serving/being punished by me. Unfortunately, well... here\'s the short version: him: so uh, there is nothing i want more than to be totally controlled by you me: Really? Is there a \"but....\" after that statement? him: there is, sadly. me: I figured as much. Girlfriend? him: someone i\'ve decided to take it to the next level with. i\'d putz\'d around for a long time. more like i did because i was checking out my options me: Is this part of the re prioritization? him: yes - there is a whole lot going on me: Fair. Everyone warned me to stay away from you. I\'m sorry they were right. him: oh - didnt realize that i had a rep. hurts to hear lol me: Yeah. Well, if you change into the commitment type, that might change. him: i have a fear of commitment me: I noticed. Sigh. Once again, unlucky in lust and love almost exactly a year after the last entanglement went wrong. However, I think he and I are both growing as people if a) he told me about getting serious about someone else instead of going through with fooling around with me (as he had done this to someone else in the past and she had to find out about his new girlfriend from someone else after not hearing from him in weeks) and b) I didn\'t get drunk at a party and threaten to hacksaw his bike and set it on fire if I ran into him. No hard feelings. There are other lycra-clad lads for this huntress to chase down. So, it may be possible for a rake to reform and a bad girl to be less feloniously bad. ]]> b62647db28b5d58d5d7634de9cb1b83e ellariasand posted an update: Update regarding the dirty lad on two wheels... To my joy, […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12924/ Sat, 11 Jan 2014 08:05:21 +0000 Update regarding the dirty lad on two wheels… To my joy, there was a good deal of flirtation and innuendo and the revelation that he was curious about kink and serving/being punished by me. Unfortunately, well… here’s the short version:

him: so uh, there is nothing i want more than to be totally controlled by you
me: Really? Is there a…[Read more]

]]> 5 a191d000bc7c60805f1f7b698fee6dc8 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12369/#acomment-12387 Tue, 26 Nov 2013 01:07:01 +0000 I obtained some intel from one of our mutual male friends this weekend that apparently there are ladies in the bike scene who hate him who have actually NEVER slept with him.

First two words: “Stay away.”

Paraphrased: “It would be one thing if he was a straight-up womanizer. It’s just that for guys like [name redacted], they know only how…[Read more]

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies The Bicycle Experiment 2.0: Escalation As the result of the most recent race where I encountered my favorite dirty lad on two wheels followed by a series of saucy messages sent back and forth, I’ve had this scenario running through my mind. Context: I was pre-riding the course so I’d have some idea of what I was getting into (as this was one of the rare occasions when I got to the race early enough to do a pre-ride). Almost out of nowhere, I hear a voice behind me during the wooded section. Him: (casually) Fairy dust, huh? [I had posted online that I was going to throw glitter at hecklers the evening prior.] Me: (slightly breathless due to trying to keep up a good clip through the woods) Yeah. Him: (still casual) I want you to get it all in my mouth. Me: (breathless because I’m trying to keep him off my wheel) I bet you do. Him: (promptly passes me as soon as we get out of the woods with little effort) At the same race, I continued my “sexual/romantic espionage” and found that he was almost universally despised by many of the ladies in the cycling scene. This is because he has a reputation of being a bit of a heartbreaker. After he wiped out on a particularly treacherous part of the course, one of my friends even said “I hope he gets hit by a truck.” I was strongly advised to stay away from him… and of course you know what effect that has on someone as impetuous as me. As evidenced from last year’s Bicycle Experiment, I clearly know how to pick them. Why are the bad boy heartbreakers so much more fun? Still, I pre-rode the course, so at least I have some idea of the treacherous terrain I’m about to ride. In a later online chat: Me: (after he accidentally typed the word “sexrect” instead of “secret”) not a very subtle slip there, [name redacted]. I don\'t have to be a psychic to know what\'s on your mind. Him: I\'ve been all work and no play for nearly the whole CX season. I can\'t help where my mind goes Me: well then. I just wish I rode faster so I could help you in both departments. Him: i highly doubt riding faster would help in both. Me: well, i would have at least wanted to give you something to chase in the woods i know you barely even had to try if you wanted to overtake me Him: i\'ll overtake you anytime Almost like my prior fantasy, it seems like the tables are turning. I had been chasing him. Now he seems to be chasing me, literally in the case of last week\'s pre-race. I can’t help but wonder if he’s actually a regular on this board, but just never posts since he seems to know exactly what to do/say to make my heart pound and blood burn even when I’m not riding. The fantasy: Before I was La Fee Verte, that mischievous creature who shows up when you’ve had too much absinthe, I was the girl in the red cloak… which really isn’t practical for riding, despite what the stories say. Yet I was wearing it while riding through the woods on a brisk afternoon to practice my handling. Autumn meant that the sun would be setting soon, but I had my lamp to guide me and keep me on the path. There was nothing but the smell of damp earth, the cold breeze on my skin and the crackling sound of leaves and twigs beneath my wheels keeping me company… or so I thought. Whatever it was, it was coming in hot. The sound was like the forest itself was crashing behind me. I kept pedaling, but looked over my left shoulder and was met with a flash of grinning teeth. “Hey there.” “Hey.” I moved slightly to the right on the path to let him pass, but he stayed behind me. “Lovely evening.” When did the sun go down? How was the moon so big? “Sure is.” I gasped. What was this guy’s deal? He obviously wanted to ride fast, so why wouldn’t he just pass me already? I continued looking ahead to make sure I wasn’t about to crash into a tree. I looked behind me to see that he was practically on my wheel. I knew that if I had slowed down slightly or moved to the side, even if he tried to wheel bump me, he would have been more likely to wipe out than me. Still, that would have been discourteous. “Where are you heading?” “I just came out here to practice my handling.” “I enjoy this park, secluded and full of curves.” I started to get the idea. “I bet you’re really good at handling curves.” “I just love leaning in real close, don’t you?” I continued looking ahead, there was a sharp fork. I shifted gears and bolted as best as I could. He was still barely even trying to keep up. Still, he wasn’t a mind reader. I leaned like I was going into the right turn and unclipped, but then suddenly turned my handlebars left. I kicked my left leg out to lean in the opposite direction and went slightly off the path as I took the left turn. I heard the buzz of his front tire against my rear for a moment and thought I heard him fall. I cranked it like my life depended on it. I didn’t bother looking behind me to make sure he had fallen. I just went straight ahead. I briefly considered going off the path, but he could easily follow the beam of my headlight and I certainly wasn’t going to turn the light out in unridden territory. Still, I couldn’t turn my headlamp off on the path either as it was very dark. Then I remembered the hunter’s moon overhead. I switched off my lamp and slowed down as my eyes started to adjust to the moonlight. It was now or never, I could hear the thunderous sound of thick tires on forest debris behind me. I veered off the path into the thicker trees. This was clearly a mistake as my handling skills still left much to be desired and he was getting even closer. “Thought you lost me back there? I love getting a good chase.” I could practically feel his lips at the back of my ear, but when I turned around, he was still just barely at my wheel. This momentary distraction caused me to not see a branch up ahead. I barely ducked in time, but my red cloak got caught on it. Stupid me for choosing style over function again. I felt myself fall to the right, but undid the tie that held it at my throat before it could choke me. I unclipped again as I stood up and tried to stand. As I hopped on my bike, I knew something was wrong. The handlebar wasn’t turning, or at least, the handlebar was in the opposite direction from where my front wheel was facing. I dropped the bike and turned to run, but there he was, leaning against a tree, still clipped into his pedals. Grinning, gorgeous and terrible in the moonlight. “My, what big legs you have.” “The better to chase you with, my dear.” He unclipped and set his bike against the tree before taking a few steps closer. “My, what strong hands you have.” “The better to catch you with, my dear.” He grasped my wrist with one hand and then gently brushed his fingertips along my neck with the other. He licked his teeth. I trembled. “My, what a long tongue you have.” “The better to eat you with, my dear.” Where his fingertips had led, his tongue followed. I could feel him lick the spot where my pulse was pounding. He bit at my throat as he unzipped my jersey, wresting it off and tossing it to the ground. My hands shook as I tried to follow suit. He caught my hands with his and pinned them behind my back. He licked and bit at my shoulders, my breasts from over the material of my sports bra, likely cursing the barrier. He kissed down to my stomach as he slid the straps of my bib shorts off of my shoulders. I was completely exposed to the cold night air, the moonlight and his ravenous appetite. Instinctively, I had tried to hold my knees together, but he made quick work of parting them. I felt the rasp of his five o’clock shadow against my thighs as he spread my legs. I have to admit, sometimes I lift slightly out of my saddle when riding on particularly bumpy surfaces. That was nothing compared to this. His tongue slid around and inside me with ease. I was already soaking wet from riding and from the chase. I felt the tip of his tongue flicker and then dive deep. I swooned against the tree, closed my eyes and let the crash happen. They always tell you to look where you want to go and not where you think you’ll crash, but I actually wanted this fall. He was relentless, devouring me as if he was starving. When I noticed he had stopped, I opened my eyes. He was naked, each hard sinew beneath pale skin highlighted by the moonlight. Despite getting a taste of me, his appetite did not seem to have diminished from the look in his eyes. I could feel him breathing heavily against me as he lifted me against the tree. I didn’t care about the pain of the scrape against my back or if any other night riders might be able to see us from the trail. All I wanted was his cock inside me. I threw my arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he fucked me. I could feel the tension in his thigh muscles, the thickness of his cock filling me. He kissed me, bit me and I followed suit. His cadence only got faster, his thrusts, harder. I sank my nails into his back and bit his shoulder to keep from crying out. I could taste the sweat on his skin, smell the heat from his body coming off in waves. I heard his sharp gasps as he came. After we sorted out whose kit was whose, I made quick work of mending my handlebar so I could ride again. “Same time next week?” “Sure. Excellent form out there.” ]]> f981e88b40379a829994f13a20a681b7 ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: The Bicycle Experiment 2.0: Escalation As the result of the […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12369/ Sat, 23 Nov 2013 01:06:31 +0000 The Bicycle Experiment 2.0: Escalation

As the result of the most recent race where I encountered my favorite dirty lad on two wheels followed by a series of saucy messages sent back and forth, I’ve had this scenario running through my mind.

Context: I was pre-riding the course so I’d have some idea of what I was getting into (as this was one of…[Read more]

]]> 3 e8e3447feb51a09f9633bd4bbeacdbdd ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12147/#acomment-12364 Thu, 21 Nov 2013 23:50:18 +0000 I\’d be honored. Would I need to abridge or edit anything?

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies The Bicycle Experiment 2.0 So, almost exactly a year since the original bicycle experiment, I’ve found a new object of lust (the subject of the conversation experiment did not return my feelings, as it were). My odds of ensnaring him are rather low, but he is rather flirtatious online. I’m getting ahead of myself. As a result of a few drinks with some of my bike shop friends, I somehow agreed to join the shop’s cyclocross team. Of course, I had no idea what this agreement meant, but let me tell you that cyclocross is a level of pain/crazy reserved only for the most masochistic. Going as hard as possible in short intervals, while still needing the stamina to last the full race and maneuver around tricky curves… Yeah, you see where I’m going with this. I’d go to practices for the shop team on Mondays and then found out there was an open clinic on Wednesdays. I met riders on other teams. Despite the competitive nature of the field, everyone was super-friendly and offered various tips to me to either a) improve handling or b) not hurt myself as much (shouldering/lifting my bike incorrectly left a lot of bruises, which I guess could be kind of sexy in certain circles). So, I friended them on the social network. One in particular caught my eye. Remember how I said that the original subject of the bicycle experiment was the fastest I had ever seen? Well, it is true what they say. There is ALWAYS someone faster. Not to mention, this one knows his handling and can obviously go hard and make it last. Pictures tend to be of him in full racing kit and often covered in mud. So he’s clearly not afraid to get dirty or push his upper pain threshold. I’ve watched him lean into turns so close that he’s able to kiss one of his teammates on the cheek and keep going. He also has a penchant for sticking his tongue out as he rides by… so of course, my imagination reels about what else he could do with that tongue. Due to circumstances, I may just have to satisfy myself with being a fan/friend for now, which is fun in its own right. He’s gregarious, funny and kind of brash and loud, but not at an obnoxious or hubristic level. However, I’ve had more than a few feverish fantasies involving him lately. One in particular… A lot of races take place in rural settings. It provides many interesting surfaces to ride (and potentially slip and fall) on: grass, gravel, sand, woodchips, and of course, mud. At these races, there can be a lack of changing areas once the riders have finished and usually people change in their cars. I’ve seen and shown my fair share of flesh without a second thought (well maybe one or two thoughts). For this particular scenario, he picks an old barn to change in (although this isn’t like him since I’ve seen him change out of his kit into jeans and a tshirt while still holding a conversation with all of us… bear in mind no one wears underwear under their bib shorts so pretty much the only thing between us and the full monty is a precariously-wrapped towel). I slip behind the ajar barn door. Since I’m in a lower category, my race was earlier in the day and I’ve already changed out of my kit. This time, I’m not in my usual jeans and a green shirt (I’m known as the girl on the green bike). Instead I’m in a very uncharacteristic pink dress, short and rather diaphanous. He has a penchant for pink bicycles. I figure this form of nonverbal communication is pretty straightforward. All the same, he turns around, already unzipped out of his jersey, bib straps hanging down to his knees. His expression is startled but smiling as if to say “See something you like?” Then we exchange the sort of cyclocross-related double entendre banter that I’ve never been good at on the spot. The whole time, he’s walking me back into a wall. Our eyes are locked on each other, except I imagine mine are like a doe in headlights. The huntress has become the hunted. He leans with his hand against the wall, scarcely any space between us, our noses touching. I close my eyes and feel his lips press against mine, gently at first. At the same time, he runs his hand against my thigh, up my dress. His kiss turns more insistent when he discovers that I seem to have forgotten to pack a pair of underwear with me that morning and that the course isn’t the only thing soaking wet that needs to be handled with care. I bite his lip as I arch, riding his hand. He pulls back and licks his fingers before kneeling before me. I watch as he puts that wicked tongue of his to good use. It doesn’t take me long to come, and besides, I’ve been aching to find out what’s hiding in his bibs since I first watched him race. I trace his face with my fingertips, lingering at his chin, gesturing for him to rise. I spin, pushing him against the wall. Two can play this game. I slip his shorts down, finding his cock hard and ready. Beginning with a slight tease with the fingertips, the tip of my tongue follows with the same delicate precision. I might not be the best at off-camber handling, but I can still navigate other types of curves. After I think he’s had enough teasing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck, flicking my tongue around and over. His breathing is a bit more labored now, but I’m just warming up. I increase the tempo until he’s just about ready to come, but stop and stand, smirking at him as if to say, “Your move.” He finds a rope nearby and grabs my wrists, raising them over my head and tying them to a nearby rafter. My back is barely against the wall and I have to grasp the rope above where it’s looped around my wrists to keep it from hurting too much. He wraps my legs around his waist and starts fucking me. Just like at the starting line, he goes hard and fast right out of the gate, which really is the only way to gain and maintain a strong lead. His cadence never wavers. I try to keep up by keeping my legs wrapped tight and riding him harder than I’ve ever gone just to match his rhythm, trying to ignore the burn of the rope at my hands and wrists. It takes everything in me to keep from screaming as I come again. Everything and his mouth against mine. Whenever I’d watch him race by, I’d listen to him breathe, wondering if this was how he sounded while fucking. If this is what he would sound like as he came with my legs still wrapped around him. When he’s gasping for breath in the depths of pain, lactic acid building in his legs, sweat and mud dripping from his skin, is this actually his deepest pleasure? Of course, testing this pain-pleasure theory is a subject for numerous other fantasies. So, there you have it. I have been away, but felt the need to return to make my confession. ]]> 29eae5a070dff379d886216bf1e33689 ellariasand likes lake's activity http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12270/ Sun, 17 Nov 2013 00:06:06 +0000 @ellariasand

These are fabulous. He is dreamy, and so are YOU! It’ll be a lucky man, he who does hook into your high-spirit, delicious curves, and romantic mind.

I have no doubt I would love this sport. I did a fair bit of trail riding, when I was in my early thirties, if I had found this then, I’m sure I would have become completely…[Read more]

]]> 0 3d8776279f37fe4379725c15f483f5ef ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12215/#acomment-12250 Sat, 16 Nov 2013 08:21:08 +0000 As much as I pride myself on my anonymity and keeping my various personas isolated from each other, I couldn’t resist:

http://spokenshutter.zenfolio.com/p177816863/h78155682#h78155682
http://www.russcam.com/cycling/131013_mrccx/content/RCP-131013-0253_large.html

The lad in…[Read more]

In reply to - ]]> cd8be62d595734e9aec6bbc6bffba9f1 ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12147/#acomment-12216 Thu, 14 Nov 2013 04:21:56 +0000 and oh so romantic too: http://cyclocrosshotties.tumblr.com/post/63461445817/a-kiss-for-good-luck-jeremy-and-gabby-durrin-at

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies The Bicycle Experiment 2.0 So, almost exactly a year since the original bicycle experiment, I’ve found a new object of lust (the subject of the conversation experiment did not return my feelings, as it were). My odds of ensnaring him are rather low, but he is rather flirtatious online. I’m getting ahead of myself. As a result of a few drinks with some of my bike shop friends, I somehow agreed to join the shop’s cyclocross team. Of course, I had no idea what this agreement meant, but let me tell you that cyclocross is a level of pain/crazy reserved only for the most masochistic. Going as hard as possible in short intervals, while still needing the stamina to last the full race and maneuver around tricky curves… Yeah, you see where I’m going with this. I’d go to practices for the shop team on Mondays and then found out there was an open clinic on Wednesdays. I met riders on other teams. Despite the competitive nature of the field, everyone was super-friendly and offered various tips to me to either a) improve handling or b) not hurt myself as much (shouldering/lifting my bike incorrectly left a lot of bruises, which I guess could be kind of sexy in certain circles). So, I friended them on the social network. One in particular caught my eye. Remember how I said that the original subject of the bicycle experiment was the fastest I had ever seen? Well, it is true what they say. There is ALWAYS someone faster. Not to mention, this one knows his handling and can obviously go hard and make it last. Pictures tend to be of him in full racing kit and often covered in mud. So he’s clearly not afraid to get dirty or push his upper pain threshold. I’ve watched him lean into turns so close that he’s able to kiss one of his teammates on the cheek and keep going. He also has a penchant for sticking his tongue out as he rides by… so of course, my imagination reels about what else he could do with that tongue. Due to circumstances, I may just have to satisfy myself with being a fan/friend for now, which is fun in its own right. He’s gregarious, funny and kind of brash and loud, but not at an obnoxious or hubristic level. However, I’ve had more than a few feverish fantasies involving him lately. One in particular… A lot of races take place in rural settings. It provides many interesting surfaces to ride (and potentially slip and fall) on: grass, gravel, sand, woodchips, and of course, mud. At these races, there can be a lack of changing areas once the riders have finished and usually people change in their cars. I’ve seen and shown my fair share of flesh without a second thought (well maybe one or two thoughts). For this particular scenario, he picks an old barn to change in (although this isn’t like him since I’ve seen him change out of his kit into jeans and a tshirt while still holding a conversation with all of us… bear in mind no one wears underwear under their bib shorts so pretty much the only thing between us and the full monty is a precariously-wrapped towel). I slip behind the ajar barn door. Since I’m in a lower category, my race was earlier in the day and I’ve already changed out of my kit. This time, I’m not in my usual jeans and a green shirt (I’m known as the girl on the green bike). Instead I’m in a very uncharacteristic pink dress, short and rather diaphanous. He has a penchant for pink bicycles. I figure this form of nonverbal communication is pretty straightforward. All the same, he turns around, already unzipped out of his jersey, bib straps hanging down to his knees. His expression is startled but smiling as if to say “See something you like?” Then we exchange the sort of cyclocross-related double entendre banter that I’ve never been good at on the spot. The whole time, he’s walking me back into a wall. Our eyes are locked on each other, except I imagine mine are like a doe in headlights. The huntress has become the hunted. He leans with his hand against the wall, scarcely any space between us, our noses touching. I close my eyes and feel his lips press against mine, gently at first. At the same time, he runs his hand against my thigh, up my dress. His kiss turns more insistent when he discovers that I seem to have forgotten to pack a pair of underwear with me that morning and that the course isn’t the only thing soaking wet that needs to be handled with care. I bite his lip as I arch, riding his hand. He pulls back and licks his fingers before kneeling before me. I watch as he puts that wicked tongue of his to good use. It doesn’t take me long to come, and besides, I’ve been aching to find out what’s hiding in his bibs since I first watched him race. I trace his face with my fingertips, lingering at his chin, gesturing for him to rise. I spin, pushing him against the wall. Two can play this game. I slip his shorts down, finding his cock hard and ready. Beginning with a slight tease with the fingertips, the tip of my tongue follows with the same delicate precision. I might not be the best at off-camber handling, but I can still navigate other types of curves. After I think he’s had enough teasing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck, flicking my tongue around and over. His breathing is a bit more labored now, but I’m just warming up. I increase the tempo until he’s just about ready to come, but stop and stand, smirking at him as if to say, “Your move.” He finds a rope nearby and grabs my wrists, raising them over my head and tying them to a nearby rafter. My back is barely against the wall and I have to grasp the rope above where it’s looped around my wrists to keep it from hurting too much. He wraps my legs around his waist and starts fucking me. Just like at the starting line, he goes hard and fast right out of the gate, which really is the only way to gain and maintain a strong lead. His cadence never wavers. I try to keep up by keeping my legs wrapped tight and riding him harder than I’ve ever gone just to match his rhythm, trying to ignore the burn of the rope at my hands and wrists. It takes everything in me to keep from screaming as I come again. Everything and his mouth against mine. Whenever I’d watch him race by, I’d listen to him breathe, wondering if this was how he sounded while fucking. If this is what he would sound like as he came with my legs still wrapped around him. When he’s gasping for breath in the depths of pain, lactic acid building in his legs, sweat and mud dripping from his skin, is this actually his deepest pleasure? Of course, testing this pain-pleasure theory is a subject for numerous other fantasies. So, there you have it. I have been away, but felt the need to return to make my confession. ]]> fec31e8dd36d0452519c83ae55111b5e ellariasand posted a new activity comment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12147/#acomment-12215 Thu, 14 Nov 2013 04:20:14 +0000 One of my favorite repositories of cx hotness: http://cyclocrosshotties.tumblr.com/

It\’s my goal to get one of my pictures featured here… if I can\’t upgrade categories, I might as well look good. I\’m surprised I haven\’t seen anyone I know here yet (especially him).

In reply to - ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies The Bicycle Experiment 2.0 So, almost exactly a year since the original bicycle experiment, I’ve found a new object of lust (the subject of the conversation experiment did not return my feelings, as it were). My odds of ensnaring him are rather low, but he is rather flirtatious online. I’m getting ahead of myself. As a result of a few drinks with some of my bike shop friends, I somehow agreed to join the shop’s cyclocross team. Of course, I had no idea what this agreement meant, but let me tell you that cyclocross is a level of pain/crazy reserved only for the most masochistic. Going as hard as possible in short intervals, while still needing the stamina to last the full race and maneuver around tricky curves… Yeah, you see where I’m going with this. I’d go to practices for the shop team on Mondays and then found out there was an open clinic on Wednesdays. I met riders on other teams. Despite the competitive nature of the field, everyone was super-friendly and offered various tips to me to either a) improve handling or b) not hurt myself as much (shouldering/lifting my bike incorrectly left a lot of bruises, which I guess could be kind of sexy in certain circles). So, I friended them on the social network. One in particular caught my eye. Remember how I said that the original subject of the bicycle experiment was the fastest I had ever seen? Well, it is true what they say. There is ALWAYS someone faster. Not to mention, this one knows his handling and can obviously go hard and make it last. Pictures tend to be of him in full racing kit and often covered in mud. So he’s clearly not afraid to get dirty or push his upper pain threshold. I’ve watched him lean into turns so close that he’s able to kiss one of his teammates on the cheek and keep going. He also has a penchant for sticking his tongue out as he rides by… so of course, my imagination reels about what else he could do with that tongue. Due to circumstances, I may just have to satisfy myself with being a fan/friend for now, which is fun in its own right. He’s gregarious, funny and kind of brash and loud, but not at an obnoxious or hubristic level. However, I’ve had more than a few feverish fantasies involving him lately. One in particular… A lot of races take place in rural settings. It provides many interesting surfaces to ride (and potentially slip and fall) on: grass, gravel, sand, woodchips, and of course, mud. At these races, there can be a lack of changing areas once the riders have finished and usually people change in their cars. I’ve seen and shown my fair share of flesh without a second thought (well maybe one or two thoughts). For this particular scenario, he picks an old barn to change in (although this isn’t like him since I’ve seen him change out of his kit into jeans and a tshirt while still holding a conversation with all of us… bear in mind no one wears underwear under their bib shorts so pretty much the only thing between us and the full monty is a precariously-wrapped towel). I slip behind the ajar barn door. Since I’m in a lower category, my race was earlier in the day and I’ve already changed out of my kit. This time, I’m not in my usual jeans and a green shirt (I’m known as the girl on the green bike). Instead I’m in a very uncharacteristic pink dress, short and rather diaphanous. He has a penchant for pink bicycles. I figure this form of nonverbal communication is pretty straightforward. All the same, he turns around, already unzipped out of his jersey, bib straps hanging down to his knees. His expression is startled but smiling as if to say “See something you like?” Then we exchange the sort of cyclocross-related double entendre banter that I’ve never been good at on the spot. The whole time, he’s walking me back into a wall. Our eyes are locked on each other, except I imagine mine are like a doe in headlights. The huntress has become the hunted. He leans with his hand against the wall, scarcely any space between us, our noses touching. I close my eyes and feel his lips press against mine, gently at first. At the same time, he runs his hand against my thigh, up my dress. His kiss turns more insistent when he discovers that I seem to have forgotten to pack a pair of underwear with me that morning and that the course isn’t the only thing soaking wet that needs to be handled with care. I bite his lip as I arch, riding his hand. He pulls back and licks his fingers before kneeling before me. I watch as he puts that wicked tongue of his to good use. It doesn’t take me long to come, and besides, I’ve been aching to find out what’s hiding in his bibs since I first watched him race. I trace his face with my fingertips, lingering at his chin, gesturing for him to rise. I spin, pushing him against the wall. Two can play this game. I slip his shorts down, finding his cock hard and ready. Beginning with a slight tease with the fingertips, the tip of my tongue follows with the same delicate precision. I might not be the best at off-camber handling, but I can still navigate other types of curves. After I think he’s had enough teasing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck, flicking my tongue around and over. His breathing is a bit more labored now, but I’m just warming up. I increase the tempo until he’s just about ready to come, but stop and stand, smirking at him as if to say, “Your move.” He finds a rope nearby and grabs my wrists, raising them over my head and tying them to a nearby rafter. My back is barely against the wall and I have to grasp the rope above where it’s looped around my wrists to keep it from hurting too much. He wraps my legs around his waist and starts fucking me. Just like at the starting line, he goes hard and fast right out of the gate, which really is the only way to gain and maintain a strong lead. His cadence never wavers. I try to keep up by keeping my legs wrapped tight and riding him harder than I’ve ever gone just to match his rhythm, trying to ignore the burn of the rope at my hands and wrists. It takes everything in me to keep from screaming as I come again. Everything and his mouth against mine. Whenever I’d watch him race by, I’d listen to him breathe, wondering if this was how he sounded while fucking. If this is what he would sound like as he came with my legs still wrapped around him. When he’s gasping for breath in the depths of pain, lactic acid building in his legs, sweat and mud dripping from his skin, is this actually his deepest pleasure? Of course, testing this pain-pleasure theory is a subject for numerous other fantasies. So, there you have it. I have been away, but felt the need to return to make my confession. ]]> 2f19cf1dfe571acd0232324143f6d14e ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: The Bicycle Experiment 2.0 So, almost exactly a year since […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12147/ Tue, 12 Nov 2013 00:53:36 +0000 The Bicycle Experiment 2.0

So, almost exactly a year since the original bicycle experiment, I’ve found a new object of lust (the subject of the conversation experiment did not return my feelings, as it were). My odds of ensnaring him are rather low, but he is rather flirtatious online.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

As a result of a few dri…[Read more]

]]> 10 008ce77f8d0df58984b9629fb8dcb1ec ellariasand posted an update in the group Sex & Music: I suppose this also qualifies under the "your fantasies" […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/11049/ Mon, 05 Aug 2013 03:40:19 +0000 I suppose this also qualifies under the “your fantasies” category since I had made a pass at the young man with the guitar, but he did not seem interested or was possibly attached.

Anyway, I thought I had long outgrown the phase in which I was a sucker for a sensitive young man with an acoustic guitar. I suppose there are just some things you’re…[Read more]

]]> 0 2667ddc3e52570db59c2ce2822b25918 ellariasand posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: The Conversation Fantasy It appears that the mourning period […] http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/9352/ Fri, 01 Feb 2013 03:50:46 +0000 The Conversation Fantasy

It appears that the mourning period for my former partner-in-crime from The Bicycle Experiment has passed… although I have the conundrum of being attracted to one of his friends from the cycling scene. What can I say about this particular young man? If a comprehensive visual dictionary existed, his picture would be…[Read more]

]]> 5 6b91cb7c1e3dfffee8ca3b793b2ccdb6 ellariasand changed their profile picture http://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8448/ Sun, 06 Jan 2013 23:44:23 +0000 2