Beware a woman with a mohawk fetish. Do everything in your power to get her into your bed, but beware. You’re in for a wild ride, particularly if her name is Alice – particularly if she’s shown a penchant for having her clit sucked by a girl in a tight purple dress in the bathroom of a booming club. I’d missed her. I’d had fantasies about her. Hadn’t you? Well, last week she sent me another e-mail. I sensed an emergency situation. I sensed a libido on the prowl. Naturally I wanted to help. Here’s her e-mail:
Mr. X,
The more I think about sex and have sex, the more people notice. I had to share a tent during a storm with a stranger. He slid his hand up my shirt, sliding it around my stomach. He put his leg over mine. I stretched against him, but because I was running on forty-five minutes of sleep, I went to sleep when he didn’t progress. I’m leaving this city in a few weeks. May I have an assignment to complete before I leave?
Longingly,
Alice
I wrote back suggesting we get to know each other better. Specifically, I suggested that she send me five words, a request I’ve made of several of the enterprising women who’ve written in looking for an adventure. Here’s how I explained the five-word experiment to her:
Since I hardly know you (other than your mohawk fetish), why don’t we try a little game to get us in the mood. You’re interested in linguistics, I remember, so why don’t you think very, very carefully about five words around which you’d like to have a fantasy constructed. Make them specific words so that I’ll have something vivid to inspire my creativity. Then I’ll send you an experiment, and this time I’ll count on your success. Otherwise you WILL be spanked.
X
Perhaps it was the promise of spanking, but she wrote back in a flash:
Mmm…I like this. As soon as I saw it, the words “bite” and “claw” came to mind. But here are my words: Coffee. Public. Lascivious. Notebook (I carry a moleskine with me everywhere I go). Stranger. I had a hard time picking out words.… So maybe I should introduce myself further. I’m a political science/creative writing double major. I usually wear a red bandana. I have six ear piercings in total. I write. I am witty and well-read. I grew up in a country town near an inventor and failed beatniks. I am either hyper social, or a recluse. I’m also knock-kneed!
As I read, all I could think of was getting this wild woman up on a table at Sex Cafe , ripping off her clothes, and doing lascivious deeds together involving ear piercings…and other things. But I collected myself (ah, the sorrows of being a distant Mr. X) and wrote back:
Knock kneed! Well this is a shocking development.
But I’m happy to have more to imagine than your legs (and now your knees).
I dreamed up something more modest for you this morning, in which the experiment is more psychological, but which I do find extremely erotic. Put on something that makes you feel sexy. Dare as much as you can, but not so much that you’ll be uncomfortable. Go out for a COFFEE in a place you like, a place I’ve been referring to in my mind as Sex Cafe. Make sure the place is full, and make absolutely sure that you sit at the most exposed table possible. There should be people on all sides of you, looking at you from every direction. There should be no place to hide at Sex Cafe. If the most exposed seats are taken, then wait until one is free. Then sit down and enjoy your coffee. Consider this foreplay. And as you sip, I want you to glance around the cafe until you see a STRANGER whom you could see yourself fucking in the right circumstances. Then I want you to take out your NOTEBOOK. Done? Ready?
Now begin to write a description of the sex you would have with this person. I want it to be the most LASCIVIOUS scenario that has ever crossed your mind. I want your hand to shock you with the words it curls out onto the page. All the while, I want you to keep watching the subject of your portrait there in Sex Cafe, this man or woman who is unwittingly posing for you. I want you to study the body you see for inspiration. I want you to look closely. And most of all, I want you to surprise yourself, to write yourself into some new place you might not have expected, to discover a lurking fetish or unearth a hidden proclivity. I want the experiment to excite you. I want you to be dripping wet at the thought of the words you’re writing down so openly in PUBLIC. I want to imagine you constantly raising your hand to your neck in a conscious effort to keep it from dropping to your pussy. Will others notice your excitement? Will a stranger look over your shoulder? Will your model realize that they’re being sketched? I’ll be curious to find out. I’ll also be curious to read what you write in your notebook. Just how dirty are you? Is it possible that I’ll be shocked? How about the people who read the results of our experiment? My mind is racing with the thought of you sitting there, the thought of what’s in your brain. Racing so fast that I can hardly concentrate on anything. I think it may be time for a coffee break over at my local Sex Cafe.
Literarily,
X
And so now we wait to discover how our beloved Alice will titillate us next. Are you inspired by the Coffee/Public/Lascivious/Notebook/Stranger experiment? Well why should Alice have all the fun? It’s the sort of experiment that anyone can do, so to your notebooks, readers. There are millions of sex cafes out there, but not nearly enough sexual fantasies being written in them. So write them down, let others see you writing them down, because I know we’d all like to read about the uninhibited fucks you have lurking in your minds.
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Can’t wait to hear what happens with Alice!
Wow! What a fun challenge for Alice. I’m excited to read what happens next. Perhaps one day I’ll take this challenge upon myself as well – except I’ll swap notebook with netbook (I hate writing with pen/paper). This may make it more challenging as a computer screen might be easier to read over my shoulder. If I do, I’ll be sure to post it on my blog and come back and link it up here.
I wish I had a great idea for Windy City guy, but I’ll leave the experiments up to you (and your other readers). 🙂 Looking forward to what everyone comes up with.
Great idea to post with a link to your blog (see the link from her name, everyone else), Lola. Some of the other bloggers who lurk here might try the same. And I agree with the netbook, but then…she asked for it! And I aim to please.
Though I’m no blogger (and not much of a writer) I think I’ll try this same scenario in one of my free periods at University, there are so many different people to choose from…
Bravo! With a name like ForeignSexuality, I don’t see how you can go wrong! And please write back with the results – in my experience putting it out there is a big part of the fun.
It may take more time than planned with my exams coming up but I have plenty of spare time otherwise.
I can be very patient (if I have to) if foreign sexuality is involved. In the meantime, good luck with exams.
What a wonderful idea. I never thought about doing something like this before. I usually study so much that I forget to maintain eye contact with friends, as well as strangers. School’s out soon, and this piece has inspired me to get my sexy back! And it also made me wet. Thanks.
Get it back, Anonymous! Getting wet’s a good start, I’d have to say. And then eye contact: it may be the absolute sexiest thing there is, don’t you think?
There is nothing sexier and more seductive that direct eye contact, especially the one a la Lauren Bacall. With this gaze I hooked my 2 lovers.
MX, I love the assignment!!! Well done!! Rushing to read in details what little Alice came up with!
PS: I think it’s wonderful how with your blog you’re reaching the readers life, helping them and adding excitement to all our lives. It’s like magic at distance! You’re no longer Mr. X, for me you’re Magicien X, MX!! (hahahaah just checked in internet and found someone in Facebook with the nickname Magician X…)
These experiments are pure genius, and now i feel very sad that i have not come across them sooner… i’m also trying to get into uni to do a creative writing degree. I have an interest in writing for this particular genre and so i really admire ur expertise in wat you do as a writer Mr X.
write more :O i’m a follower from this day forward
Thanks, Babs. You put a smile on my face.
Not only am I doing this in Vegas this weekend, i am going to make all the girls with me do it too!
Please report back!
We three were sitting in the sports book at Caeser’s Palace having just placed a number of bets on college basketball games. I decided this would be the perfect time to spring your dare on these two delightful women whom i love so much. My expectation was, that they would look at me a little sardonically, but be game for the adventure. I figured we would break off individually to complete the task and return. My secret fantasy was (unduly influenced by the series of of videos MrTinkerToys recently shared) that we would then take turns reading the stories to each other, each person masturbating while they read. But as is typical with these two unpredictable, type A women something altogether different happened.
What they did was start discussing the details and motivations behind completeing the dare, as if before starting they had to be certain they would get the absolute most in return for their effort. What came up in this discussion was that one of my friend’s boyfriends had recently asked her to write a story about the wildest fantasy sex she could imagine having with him. This was just too close a coincedence, so we decided to modify the dare. and instead of finding our own strangers to write a fantasy about; write hers, for him together.
Now in order to do this of course we needed LOTS of detail to be inspired by and to write a story that looked like them, sounded like them, but also surprised them in ways that were both shocking and irresistable. So right there in public we spent the next hours poking and probing and asking every question about what does and what could turn either of them on, taking notes and working to shape it all into a story as we went. Collaborating on just the right dialogue and what each person might be feeling and how far could they really go. It was hot indeed not only picturing the two of them committing these acts, but having this peek into everthing they were doing now and the free pass to ask any and everything about it that came to mind. When we were done, we were so excited about the project, we decided when we were back in the room we would ‘collaborate’ on a series of photos that could accompany her final offering to him.
Fantastic. Absolutely love this.
Oh and we won all our bets too! 🙂
UMMM…
There seems to be something missing.
Am I to assume that there is more of this story to follow?!?
Well one thing does tend to lead to another and this one had a domino effect to be sure… I’m still reveling in all the ‘side effects’ (did I ever actually say ‘thank you’ Mr. X? – because I should!!) but for you James, when things settle, I shall pick another piece of this story to pen for you.