Category Archives: Readers

Mallory’s Business Trip Experiment

sexy business trip

Sexy, longtime blog reader Mallory wrote to me a while ago looking for adventure. She’s written here before about her sexy fantasies, so the thought of having the chance to dare her into some unspeakably erotic situations was exciting. To put it mildly. She was going on a business trip, and she wanted to test her boundaries. Instantly I was dreaming of hotel rooms, anonymous bars, and boardrooms. I was inspired, and I hoped she would be. Here’s what I wrote: Continue reading Mallory’s Business Trip Experiment

I’m Wet: the response to Anne’s Erotic Breadcrumb Experiment

0017Dear Mr. X,

Apologies for taking so long to fulfill your dare. It’s been really exciting. I didn’t leave an erotic trail all in one day as you commanded, but whenever I’m horny or make eye contact with a sexy man, I’ve been writing something down in the little Moleskin I always carry around, ripping out a page, and leaving it behind. I guess I’ve got a pretty dirty mind, or probably dirtier than average, so the writing the words don’t really make me nervous unless I’m in a super crowded place. Leaving the note behind is what’s totally nerve-racking. The moment it leaves my hand. I’m always afraid that somebody’s going to pick it right up, but once I’m clear from any immediate danger, my whole body melts, and I’m hornier than you can believe. I love it. It keeps me in the moment and feeling really sexy. I’ve had more encounters since I started doing this – not from men who found my notes, but just in general. I think it just comes across to people that I’ve got sex on the mind. It’s given me a lot of confidence, and I’ve started dressing sexier, and I get a lot of pleasure from that. Just being aware of my body in slinkier dresses that hopefully make you look twice and think, Hmm. Maybe one of these days I’ll send you a picture of me being slinky.

As instructed, here are a few situations I’ve gotten into, what I wrote and how it made me feel. Continue reading I’m Wet: the response to Anne’s Erotic Breadcrumb Experiment

Experimental Advice: Living Like You’re Fucking

0001Readers of the blog and our steamy social network often write in asking for tips on how to make sex more daring. These readers are occasionally single and looking for a creative spark, but most often they’re in a relationship and searching for ways to introduce new sexual possibilities into their relationships. With that in mind, today we’re debuting an occasional column called  Experimental Advice. From time to time I’ll post e-mails I’ve received from readers looking for advice and willing to post.

Before we begin, I should probably state the obvious: I have no qualifications for advising anyone about anything. But I love sex and possibilities and articulate strangers, and I’ll respond to questions as best I can (send me one at I imagine our adventurous readers will also share their thoughts in the comments section, adding some erotic insights of their own.

Today’s e-mail comes from Michael, who lives in the U.K. Let’s have fun. Continue reading Experimental Advice: Living Like You’re Fucking

Friday Fantasy: Cyclocross Sex

cyclocrossHere’s a dirty cycling fantasy from reader ellariasand, which includes this sentence – “I might not be the best at off-camber handling, but I can still navigate other types of curves.” – and then gets really, really hot. Let her know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

Almost a year since the original bicycle experiment, I’ve found a new object of lust. Odds of ensnaring him are rather low, but he is rather flirtatious online and has a reputation of being a bit of a heartbreaker.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

After 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 just say that cyclocross is a level of pain/crazy reserved only for the most masochistic. Ride as hard as possible in short intervals, but with the stamina to last the full race and maneuver around tricky curves…. Yeah, you see where I’m going with this. Continue reading Friday Fantasy: Cyclocross Sex

Friday Fantasy: Tasting Her

0021Here’s a tasty pickup fantasy (fantasy?) from reader Adam. Let him know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

I was beginning to tire of my trips to Vancouver to oversee the turnaround of one of my business units. I love the city, but the work was prohibiting my enjoyment of it. Normally, after a long day and a seemingly longer dinner, I would simply go back to my hotel room and crash. However, on this night something was drawing me out. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I decided to go with it.

After freshening up in my hotel room, I ventured out into the early night. I left my suit on, but ditched the tie. The sun had set, but it was a nice, warm autumn night. I paused for a moment to take in the magnificent view of the mountains that surround the city. I found what appeared to be a hip looking bar one block from my hotel. I settled into a spot at the center of the bar, ordered a pint of one the city’s great local brews and glanced up toward the array of televisions above, hoping that a game of some sort would catch my attention. The crowd was lively but not rowdy for a Thursday. Continue reading Friday Fantasy: Tasting Her

Anne’s Erotic Breadcrumb Experiment

0006One of the biggest kicks I get from The Sex Experiment is exchanging emails with readers. Some come from the friends I’ve made on the site’s social network, which I affectionately think of as “The Orgy” (infinitely better than “Facebook”, if you ask me), and others come from readers who simply email me directly. Sometimes men will write in. Sometimes they’ll even ask for dares, but generally we’ll share experiences or exchange ideas on specific erotic situations. More often it’s women who write, and they’re more likely to ask for a dare. I tend to keep the dares fairly modest, but most of these women I never hear from again (although some wonderfully sexy ones prove to be exceptionally adventurous). I understand: if I were on the other end of some of these emails, I don’t know if I would be anywhere near as brave as others have been. But no matter how daring, no matter how much contact I have with the reader, I’m consistently amazed by the intelligence of the emails I receive. They’re thoughtful and extraordinarily well written. Scientific conclusion: sex makes people smarter. And I’m not sure I’m kidding. Somebody needs to do a study. Volunteers? Continue reading Anne’s Erotic Breadcrumb Experiment

Friday Fantasy: Volleyballing

Shower nudeHere’s a filthy erotic volleyball fantasy from reader andrewflemming, posted recently in the site’s Your Fantasies Group. Let him know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

We had just finished our final game of volleyball. Despite being 6’4″, I was absolutely miserable at it; I had the jumping capability of an orca and all the coordination of a blind Schnauzer. However, even though I had been put to shame by my friends, I’d still had an absolute blast: eventually I just gave up trying and accepted that all I knew how to do in volleyball was make a fool out of myself. So I did. I joked around, flopped on the ground, and performed all sorts of ridiculous maneuvers to try and get her to notice me.

The ”her” in question was Amber, a gorgeous blond who was a volleyball pro at my high school. Although her volleyball friends had no patience for my antics, she laughed at them, and I flushed at the thought of her noticing me. Continue reading Friday Fantasy: Volleyballing

Friday Fantasy: The scream that had been there from the start

Naked sidewalkHere’s a hard-edged cafe fantasy with a technological twist from sexy reader lake, posted recently in the site’s Your Fantasies Group. Let her know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

Sitting at a bar stool in a café. Watching the drone of New Yorkers walk by through the window one foot in front of her face, she is feeling bored. She is feeling irreverent and disconnected. She needs a distraction. She straightens her back and lets her knees fall open. Her skirt is far too short to make this decent. It seems like an impossibly long time before she sees someone make the first double take. He keeps walking, and she smirks and mumbles to herself, “Lemming.” There are others that follow, various versions of the same thing.

Then there is Charles. Unlike the others he’s not in a suit or even a dress shirt. He is all European casual, and when he notices her, his face lights up, his pace and his stride shift, and he meets her eyes. She grins a positively devilish grin; he is aglow as he walks straight towards her. He presses his hands against the glass and pretends to swoon. She laughs out loud and gives him a real smile this time, a happy, amused, ‘thank God you’re making this interesting’ smile. Continue reading Friday Fantasy: The scream that had been there from the start

Friday Fantasy: Adding Lexi

nude-on-bedHere’s a brave and erotic threesome fantasy from sexy reader Mallory, posted recently in the site’s Your Fantasies Group. Let her know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

It figured that when I finally got to live out my top-of-the-list fantasy, my flight was delayed.

It was after two in the morning when I arrived at the hotel. I quietly entered the one bedroom suite. Exhausted slumber filled the stillness. The inner bathroom light gave a slight illumination as my eyes adjusted and focused on the familiar nude body of my husband, Paul, spooning the petite, lithe body. Her head tucked under his chin. Clothes strewn about. Their bodies glued together, until Paul’s low little snore shifted him. I watched the motion of his arm as his hand kneaded her breast briefly before it traveled down the line of her torso, dipped into the valley of her waist, raised to caress the curve of her hip. They shifted together slightly until his mouth rested on the top of her head and his hand moved over the crest of her butt cheek. My breathing paused as she pulled closer to him in response to his touch and the weightless, slow motion with which his hand stroked and caressed her skin, firing off those sensory afferents. As familiar as I was with Paul’s touch, seeing him touch her skin drugged my own sensations, and arousal. His touch, oh his touch. His skin would be barely in contact with me, and I would be whimpering with wanting him deep inside me. Seeing him touch her, his palm gliding over her taut, radiant skin, his body wrapping hers with his heat. It was like he was fucking through me to get to her. Continue reading Friday Fantasy: Adding Lexi

Friday Fantasy: Erotic Library

Erotic Library poseHere’s an erotic library fantasy with twist from sexy reader MrTinkertoys, posted this week in the site’s Your Fantasies Group. Let him know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

The fog had not quite given up its grip on the dew soaked ground of the university campus. It took me back to days when I had been studying there. I had come for a cup of coffee and to catch up with a friend who had taken a faculty position.

As I waited for my friend at the cafe outside the main entrance to the library, I watched the ebb and flow of students as they made their way in and out of the library. Some would stop and grab a cup on their way to their first classes, needing a quick pick up for themselves before a long day of research and study. They would be back in a few hours for more. I always was. Continue reading Friday Fantasy: Erotic Library