We are constantly learning desire. I’m thinking of Mona realizing for the first time in her life that she might like to watch, rather than always being the one who’s watched. Seeing a beach club waiter ogle her friend’s naked body, she was surprised to find that she’d like to watch that friend getting fucked. And Mona’s new desire teaches me something new about her. She’s always been sexy to me, both in our occasional real-world contacts, and especially in our secret e-mail adventures, but she’s also been slightly comic to me, somewhat of a sexual caricature, charming because she was always aware of the outrageous role she was playing. But now I imagine her watching her busty friend fucking a tanned stranger. I imagine Mona fully clothed, her eyes wide with attention as she watches, curled into a chair, her nipples hard through a modest shirt, her mouth slightly open, her knees gently pressing against one another….
And I am wildly, dangerously excited. I imagine we might go to rich, dark places together. Her new desire opens a new desire in me. Continue reading Surprised by Lust: the result of Mona’s Sexy Suntan Experiment
Yummy Mister X,
Oh you are NAUGHTY. But I’m naughty too! And I love being the object of your teenage boy fantasies. How did you know I like to wear teeny bikinis, you monster? Am I that obvious? I hope so, because that’s the point of a teeny bikini, isn’t it? Since you still insist on being a funny mystery and not just coming over to my place again and seeing how my bikini fits for yourself, I will describe it for you.
The one I wore most this summer was dark red, or burgundy I guess. The top is skimpy, but not totally trashy I swear! It has a string that ties around my back and a string that ties around my neck. The bottom is tied with string too, one on each hip. It covers about half of my ass, and baby my ass has been looking too hot. I have been going to the gym for the past six months. Step machine for an hour and then even the weights. The boys in there love showing me how to work the machines, and they really pump me up!
So I was traveling all over this summer, but I was in the south of Spain when I really started thinking about your dare. The beaches were so crowded that my girlfriend and I (she has a house on the coast and invited me for a week) spent most of the time by the pool at the house. Both naked, of course, and her boyfriend was not complaining! Then sometimes when we needed to see some people and have some fun and drinks, we would go down to the beach club where they have a DJ and these sexy beach beds you can spread out on. Later in the afternoon the music gets louder and people can go a little crazy. Most of the crowd is pretty young but that never stops the guys from coming over and talking to us. I guess we look like we know what we’re doing! Also some of the women there go topless, and do I have to tell you whether Mona was still wearing her teeny bikini top? Of course not! Especially after all these weights, I love showing myself off more than ever. Continue reading The Personal Touch: Mona’s response to her Sexy Suntan Experiment
It’s time. I have no doubt that you’ve been out there in the world living as sexily as you always do, but I’ve been having increasingly distracting fantasies of your body, your breasts, in increasing erotic situations, and it’s time that you and I resume our sexy game.
Your last email indicated that you’re as ready for this is I am, so I’m going to insist. If you were here in this room with me, I’d insist a lot more, so much that even the wild Mona might blush (actually, I doubt it, but I’d like to try).
Summer’s here [editor’s note: well, it was here when this email was sent], and I just know the prospect of lazy days in the sun – tanned bodies and a glass of wine too many – makes you as horny as it makes me (hornier, probably, since I can only imagine the pleasure you get from admirers dazzled by your body busting out of the bikinis I’m guessing you wear). You seem made for fantasies, curvy adventurer, and you’ve got such a brazen sense of humor that this time, this summer, I want to put you in a clichéd male fantasy and see how you’ll give it your twist. Continue reading Mona’s Sexy Suntan Experiment
As regular readers of this blog and my books know, I spend a lot of time thinking about sex…and marriage. In all aspects of my life, I want relationships that present possibilities rather than limitations. This is is particularly true of sexual relationships, which tend to be founded with the truest parts of ourselves. When you strip for somebody, you’re stripping away more than just clothes.
Then you throw marriage into the mix. I love my wife, but I dislike marriage – not necessarily because of any limitations my wife and and put on each other (cf. every post ever written on this site), but because of the limitations we put on ourselves. We are social creatures. We are influenced by the ideas and habits of those around us, but in our society the wisdom of marriage is a given. This despite the probability that the majority of couples make each other frustrated, anxious, jealous, resentful, bored, and boring almost every single day. Why? Because you expected them to be different. Because you wanted them to be one way, but sometimes they’re another way. Shocker. Continue reading Experimental Marriage Vows: the result of Mona’s Marriage Experiment
Dear Mr. X,
It’s been a long time, but I do not want you to think I have been behaving too much. I spent a few weeks in August at [a big beach resort not too far from where we live], and I was disconnected from my e-mail. I went with two girlfriends who like me have divorced in the past couple years (had I told you that?), and mostly we were just lazy by the pool. My tits got nicely bronzed too, you will be happy to know! But we did have a few big nights out, and of course you were always on my mind.
Two things: three women in cocktail dresses at a beach bar in August will get a lot of attention, and it was a strange dare of yours to make me wear a wedding ring. Did you know I would have one in the bottom of my jewelry box? I did not exactly get divorced in order to lose the wedding ring and help me pick up hot men, but it is one advantage of being divorced, and I didn’t really like to be reminded of my married life. But I have never disappointed you, so Mona could not disappoint you now. Continue reading Kissing Game: Mona’s response to her Marriage Experiment
Dear Dirty Talker,
I become more infatuated with your possibilities with every e-mail I get from you. Next time you decide to let a lover take you from behind while casually describing the sex to another lover over the telephone, won’t you please dial my number? Or maybe that’s a bad idea. The truth is, these days I can’t even pick up a telephone without getting slightly aroused. I have conversations with women working for my bank, at the other end of a toll-free number, and I become convinced that cocks are slipping into them from behind and driving them wild. This woman is naked, I think to myself. I am completely convinced, and I wait for her to begin describing the fucking and drive me mad with desire. Continue reading Mona’s Marriage Experiment
There is at least one glaring disadvantage to anonymously e-mailing sexual dares to a real-life acquaintance: when she comes back and blows your mind with her erotic mastery, you may find yourself unable to think of anything else for days on end.
I dared my wife’s friend Mona to get herself a dare from someone else. She ended up having mad sex with a handsome new friend…and letting another handsome friend listen in over the telephone. This just about drove me insane with lust. It has also restored my faith in the kinky sex lives of my acquaintances. As well as causing me to spend an inordinate amount of time contemplating what I might do say or do the next time I actually see Mona in public. So far I don’t have any ideas unlikely to end in catastrophe. So far my strategy is to maintain that perfect poker face and simply admire her in my mind. Poor strategy, if you ask me, but that’s what I’ve got so far. Continue reading Sex Sounds: the result of Mona’s Experiment Experiment
Dear Mr. X,
So you are getting pretty smart! You understand now that one Mr. X is not enough for Mona. No I need lots of Mr.X’s, maybe even one for every night of the week, all these mystery men wanting me and telling me filthy things to do.
You were right that sometimes your dares do not scare me at all, but believe me that sometimes they really do. It all just depends on my mood or the situation around me, but it is true that when I am horny, I am HORNY, baby, and I will do almost anything you can imagine. So it was a good idea to order me to get my dare from another man. In the heat of the moment, as they say. Continue reading Sex (and phone sex): Mona’s response to her Experiment Experiment
Dear Delicious Mona,
I want you too. Your outrageous stripping in front of the man you picked up in that bar got me so excited that I didn’t know what to do with myself for several days. I wandered around the city muttering “I want you” to myself, imagining you locked in the words of your last experiment, speaking them to absolutely everyone who caught your eye, imagining you fucking strangers in mysterious rooms, imagining you wrapping your lips around the cock of that man you desired and let catch you stripping…and imagining your lips around mine, remembering my own glimpse of your tight curves as you stripped for me too. Continue reading Mona’s Experiment Experiment
Identity is the product of the imagination. We are what we imagine ourselves to be, the main characters in our own fictions. Dreams may push us on towards future possibilities, but for the moment, we are closest to what we think we are. Perhaps our lives are regular ones, the lives of secondary characters in ordinary movies set in ordinary places. Perhaps our own movies are more adventurous, or more romantic. Perhaps we’re the character who always struggles, or the one who blithely succeeds. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’re the protagonists in a thrilling erotic novel, our fearless bodies stripped to work magic upon the world. Continue reading Living the erotic novel: the result of Mona’s Pick-up Experiment