CC is a bold young woman living in Los Angeles. She wrote in asking for a monthly dare, and here’s her response to her first experiment from Mr. X.
It’s a hot and humid day here in Southern California. I read over the challenge assigned by Mr. X and bite my lip, feeling anxious and simultaneously excited about the possibility of completing this dare. I’ve never in my life worn a dress or skirt without panties on, and I’ve never gone out in public without a bra. Nervously I get up and walk over to my closet, spending a few minutes staring at the contents and assessing what I will wear. Continue reading Classroom Prep: CC’s First Experiment →
Today we’re excited to begin a new series of dares with extraordinary women all over the globe. Readers Sweet Soumise in Paris and CC in Los Angeles have each asked for a monthly dare, and we’ll post their responses on Fridays throughout the month. Want to join the experiment? Just write Mr. X with your results. We dare you.
The first dare borrows from Mr. X’s first dare to Mrs. X (here’s her response). We hope you’ll be intrigued by these bold women and their lusty adventures, and please don’t hesitate to contact us with ideas for future dares. Tune in next Friday for the first response, and in the meantime, happy experimenting!
Continue reading The First International Experiment →
When I got my wife’s e-mail response to her “anonymous” admirer, my first reaction was admittedly a burning jealousy that hit me right in the gut. Clearly she doesn’t yet suspect that I’m Mr. X (or else she’s as savvy at playing this game as I am). As I read her e-mail again, however, the jealousy quickly shrank as my cock grew (that’s Newton’s Fourth Law, if I’m not mistaken). I know the waiter she was talking about (not particularly handsome in my opinion), and I had flashes of her fucking him, images of her firm body wrapping herself around his. I was sitting in my office with the door open. She was out there in the living room at her own computer, and the thought of her fantasizing about her day’s experiences got me more excited than anything. I wanted to walk up to her and let her see the bulge in my own pants. I wanted to see her eyes glaze over in lust and reach for me, to take me in her mouth as if I was nothing more than the closest cock at hand to satisfy her desires. But we both just sat at our own computers, both dreaming of the sex that we could be having but weren’t. Continue reading Sex fantasies about my wife’s sex fantasies: the result of The First Sex Experiment →
Dear Mrs. X,
This is your first sex experiment. Today you will not wear panties or a bra. You will wear a blouse open at the collar, and you will not wear stockings. If your husband occasionally sees you dressing, he must not see you today. Let the skirt be long enough to make you feel comfortable, but it should not go past the knee. This is imperative. As you slide it up over your hips, feel the nakedness of your thighs, feel your ass naked against the fabric of the skirt. Then, if you can, sit before a mirror. Spread your legs until you can see your pussy, but do not touch. You should simply understand how easy it would be to expose you. Then the blouse. Feel your breasts as you button it, and then, the erotic sensation of your nipples against the fabric. Will it be cotton? Or silk? I wish you would tell me. And then I will insist: high heels today, but again, not so high as to make you feel uncomfortable. I want you to feel sexy, to feel it in your legs, your groin, your hips, your chest, the power you have over a man. Continue reading The First Sex Experiment →