We were at a large party out in the countryside with several dozen people, and midnight was gone. Music blasted from loudspeakers, and waiters moved everywhere with generous varieties of booze. We had escaped across the lawn from the noise (booze in hand) to chat with a few friends. My wife and I don’t often stay out late together, but if we make it past midnight everything is possible. Also, if my wife has more than three cocktails, everything is probable. Continue reading Sex Windows: the result of The Photo Experiment
Category Archives: The Sex Experiment
Move into the Light: her response to The Photo Experiment
X, My pussy gets wet just typing that little erotic letter. I mean just glimpsing it down there on my keyboard, my nipples get hard. But then my skin is so sensitive these days that any old letter is likely to set me off on increasingly vivid fantasies. “QWERTY” is like dirty talk to me. I called your artist/photographer friend. He was already an acquaintance of mine, actually, and I’d indirectly worked with him a couple of years ago to promote another of his projects, so it wasn’t that unusual for me to call and say I’d be willing to help out on this project in any way – say, for example, stripping off all my clothes for his camera in the name of art. I should have been some painter’s muse, X, as you’ve mentioned before. I was made for artistic devotion! Nude is how I like to be. Continue reading Move into the Light: her response to The Photo Experiment
The Photo Experiment
My Little Exhibitionist,
I hope you’ve put that sexy bodysuit to good use since we last wrote. Somehow I imagine that in putting it to good use, you also put that body of yours to use, and that now the suit has become like a second skin you wear as you prowl the night like some new erotic superheroine who leaps from bedroom to bedroom like a cat. I loved the thought of you cavorting naked around that dressing room – loved it so much that I’ve probably spent too much time thinking about it. So now I’m going to be greedy – perhaps too greedy. I want you naked again, completely. At this point I believe I would do almost anything for a glimpse of your bare flesh, but I’ve made these damned promises of anonymity. Fine. So be it. I will keep to my promises, but I am not jealous (how could I ever presume to be jealous?), and so if my eyes are not to feast upon you, then I want others – others besides that shopgirl you modeled for – to feast, and feast, and feast. Continue reading The Photo Experiment
The World: the result of The Changing Room Experiment
The world is always at a distance, and what happens out there can often seem like a strange performance through a plate of glass, less real than the thoughts that fire through our minds. Separation is the modern condition, and I find that it’s only in sex that the world and my mind collapse into one another and become unified.
This week, as Mr. X, I had read my wife’s sexy e-mail about her striptease adventure in the lingerie shop before I, as her husband, was introduced to the lingerie. It was the first time that I knew her response to an experiment before I experienced the “results” of the experiment. I had a vivid image in my mind of her wearing her new black silk bodysuit…and then one evening as I lay reading on the couch, she appeared in the same bodysuit, stepping into my mind’s image as neatly as she had described slipping into the suit itself. She stalked into the room like a cat, a sleek feline vision in lace. I put my book aside and studied her even more closely than the shopgirl had. Continue reading The World: the result of The Changing Room Experiment
Striptease: her response to The Changing Room Experiment
Dear Mr. X,
Well, I thought this little striptease was going to be your hardest challenge yet. Exposing myself to a delivery man was difficult, but that was just for an instant, and I could always shut the door if I wanted. But trying on lingerie (yes, lingerie– did you doubt I would ever choose anything else?) in a semi-public place seemed much harder, because I would have to keep myself out there for a while and stay seductive. I was extremely nervous. But then have I ever disappointed my horny monster X?
So lingerie it was, the nicest store in the center of town (sorry, that’s all the information you’ll get, although I will say that it’s the sort of place that sells very expensive little silk delicacies that are inevitably stripped off in seconds. In terms of price per minute enjoyed, they’re probably more expensive than caviar, but they do make an impression, and you know I like to make an impression). It was an unusually hot day, and by the middle of the afternoon, the activity out on the streets had slowed to a heat-induced crawl. I was feeling lazy and languid (and siesta-time horny), and so I decided to go for a stroll and see about fulfilling my obligations to you. Continue reading Striptease: her response to The Changing Room Experiment
The Changing Room Experiment
Dear Intrepid Voyager,
You want to know who that lone stranger in the basement of the sex shop was in your last experiment? It was me. And I’m still there, waiting, waiting, passing time by imagining all the adventures you and your new sex toy have managed to share since then. Please tell me you’re bringing your toys back to play with me.
Meanwhile, while I wait, I have a another project for you. Summer is coming, and I want you to go shopping: for lingerie, a body suit, a camisole, or a teeny bikini – something a woman puts on intending to take it off quickly. Continue reading The Changing Room Experiment
Sexty: Queen Green’s response to her Five Word Experiment
My Duke,
I must report to you.
As you know, I told you I would see my love on Thursday. Wednesday, as I was leaving work and signing off of our chat, the last thing I said was, “I lust for you to ravish and explore me.”
I had to go to the bank after work. All the drive up lanes were full except for the lane right next to the teller window. I never have a deposit slip and always have to ask for one. After doing this for several weeks in a row, I have realized that Alex (a male Alex) is always working, and I always ask for a deposit slip and a pen.
Well, Wednesday was a very nice day, and I drive a convertible, so I had the top down. I was also wearing a dress. Nothing too suggestive, but sitting down it came high on my thigh and my boobs looked particularly big in it. Continue reading Sexty: Queen Green’s response to her Five Word Experiment
Confidence: Queen Green’s Five Word Experiment
I continue to be awed by the enterprising women who e-mail me begging for naughty experiments of their own. Yes, a man asks from time to time, but I’m forced to consider the previously counterintuitive possibility that women are the lustier, more creative, and yes, erotically braver sex. My own wife is the perfect example of this confidence, of course. As further evidence I present this recent exchange with a new acquaintance of mine who calls herself Queen Green: Continue reading Confidence: Queen Green’s Five Word Experiment
Sex Experiment Relay: Round Two
Most Eager and Excellent Readers,
We have a new winner in the first round of The Sex Experiment Relay, the second of our daring games on this site after The Group Sex Game. For those of you who have taken a moment to sign up for the site, there’s also some serious experimenting going on in a couple of our member groups: Your Experiments and the Photo Orgy. If you like sex experiments or naked photos or orgies, feel free to join us. If you don’t, well I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place. Continue reading Sex Experiment Relay: Round Two
Sex Experiment Relay: Round One, last chance
Dear Readers,
We’re playing a game called The Sex Experiment Relay, and here’s how it works:
1) I post an experiment.
2) You post your experimental results in the comments section, as well as a new experiment for the next round of experimenters to fulfill.
3) Once at least three people have completed the round’s experiment, I’ll choose one to repost as the next experiment for everyone to attack. I’ll also be taking guidance from readers in the comments section on what experimenter to choose from round to round.
4) Once we’ve had fun with this for a while and have quite a few “round winners” (some readers may win several rounds), we’ll start with eliminations, the rules of which I haven’t figured out yet. As always, I’m also happy to change the rules if someone dreams up better ones (and I do take bribes). Continue reading Sex Experiment Relay: Round One, last chance