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Dear Mr. X,

This challenge actually turned out to be harder than the last one (but then you probably knew that). Letting my tits pop out of my robe for the delivery man somehow just seemed like a game, but there was no wiggle room on this one (and you know I do like to wiggle!). I know my sexual fantasies, of course (long erotic books could be written with dirty illustrations, like a modern day Kama Sutra starring yours truly), but I spent hours nervously debating which of my friends wouldn’t be too shocked by just how slutty I’ve become. Then I thought, screw it, and I called up a friend who I’ll call Mona. She’s a good time girl, cruising through her second divorce, and I figured that she could at least giggle about it with me. Continue reading A café orgy: her response to The Sex Fantasy Experiment →

Dear Little Exhibitionist,

How I would have liked to see you taunting your delivery boy. I can imagine that he’s still masturbating to the memories of the sight of you, and the extended sex fantasy the memories must inspire. I know I still am. I’ve promised to remain anonymous, and I will remain anonymous, but how I would have loved to run my hand up the inside of your soft thigh as you wore that little robe of yours. I would have loved to watch your husband pulling it from you, too full of desire to be shocked by your audacity anymore, and then to have watched him take you towards explosions with his tongue. And maybe you would have glanced across the room and seen me (the bastard) standing there, but you wouldn’t have said anything. You would have shut your eyes and groaned with your own pleasure, and the pleasure of what you were doing to us both. But enough of that…. Continue reading The Sex Fantasy Experiment →