The Sex Experiment | | Activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/lurkinglady/activity/ Activity feed for . Tue, 03 Nov 2026 00:48:26 +0000 https://buddypress.org/?v= en-US 30 hourly 2 c9062efb4d072a32772123b3a232bdf9 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17492/#acomment-17958 Fri, 23 Jan 2015 03:29:39 +0000 My toy collection keeps growing that I have to buy myself a larger toy box. I’ve outgrown my current lock box and have an overflow under my bathroom sink and in unused purses in my closet. All incognito, of course.

I, too, MrsM have a rather large dildo. Mine is 8″ long and 2″ thick. I also have a double ended microbullet, a regular bullet, a…[Read more]

In reply to - ]]> b0f97cb548b9ea98dbba83eeeeed5a5f lurking lady likes 's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17946/ Fri, 23 Jan 2015 02:04:03 +0000 0 b78dd0ea9185408ea7a67a6258d29b82 and Alix James are now friends https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17879/ Thu, 22 Jan 2015 12:56:59 +0000 0 a26a2dd4e5e2ac2c9c7c591375d7caec lurking lady likes 's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17537/ Tue, 13 Jan 2015 04:44:16 +0000 0 cf0ad91974143b9b77e9bbae33d732d1 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17480/#acomment-17536 Tue, 13 Jan 2015 04:39:55 +0000 This brought me out of the woodwork, too. I don’t know if it was the survey itself or some of the replies.

I’ve decided to copy the survey and reply in line with the question.

1. Illicit relationship – No. (Though my involvement on this site could be considered slightly illicit. Mr. LL can be quite closed minded and he certainly wouldn’t…[Read more]

In reply to - ]]> 840576240cc6c6dcec788817bd3009ca posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17480/#acomment-17532 Tue, 13 Jan 2015 03:37:51 +0000 As always, A. James brings very insightful responses to a query posed.

In reply to - ]]> 1f2df877f342586fba9e30e33cc1ef58 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17526/#acomment-17531 Tue, 13 Jan 2015 03:32:43 +0000 Well, my eyes must have a case of the Mondays because it wasn’t there earlier! Off to complete the survey!

In reply to - ]]> 2dd71a1ecce6680f9473d17d01ae40f4 and Mallory are now friends https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/17528/ Tue, 13 Jan 2015 03:20:42 +0000 0 bb7b0018befd7f975d640f60facaa723 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12512/#acomment-12875 Thu, 09 Jan 2014 01:47:33 +0000 A. James- this moment I experienced had submissive thoughts running through my head that normally aren’t there. I had even questioned myself where this was all coming from. Would I have uprooted my life for this practical stranger? Probably not but don’t doubt for one second the thought didn’t cross my mind. My reaction was that overwhelming.

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Fantasies I\'ve always been told not to approach a woman like a thing; I\'ve been taught and expected to treat a woman as a fully-fledged human being complete with ambitions, emotions and frailties. And there is a beauty in the complexity of a female soul, a complexity which is a perpetual mystery in the male mind. But there are times where I relish the simplicity of viewing a woman as an object. I pictured here there, in my bedroom, standing with a composed, seemly posture, with her wavy brown hair pulled back behind her shoulders. I stand close to her, so close that I can almost feel her, but I stop short. I avoid looking at her eyes - the eyes, after all, are the window to the soul and when trying to view a woman as a thing it is important not to connect her spirit to its physical conduit - and instead take in her naked form with my own eyes. Her neck is long and stately. I put a single finger to it, and begin tracing a line down her. Her skin is soft and supple, but as I slowly, gently move my index finger along it she shivers, and goosebumps begin to form. Is it nervousness? Cold? Is she excited by my touch? I pay no heed to her response, and continue tracing her outline, always being sure to never make eye contact. My eyes follow my finger as it brushes down her front. I stop briefly as I run my finger down her left breast, pausing to feel her perky nipple. With my index finger resting gingerly on the top of it, I touch my thumb to the bottom of it. Had I pressed them together I would have pinched her, but instead I smoothly yet intently massage her. She elicits a surprised, breathy gasp, in a tone heavy with lust. I pay no heed, continuing my investigation. My index finger runs down her belly, which is soft, yet determinedly firm from her frequent cardio workouts. As I reach her navel I stop and get on my knees, pressing my nose towards her midriff. I inhale deeply through my nostrils, reveling in the mixture of scents I encounter: her natural body odor, her coconut body wash and just a hint of her citrus-y perfume. My finger continues downward until it reaches her vagina, the outline of which it traces circularly and lightly. I feel the flaps of her pussy, and she inhales suddenly in response, her thighs tensing up and her hips unconsciously pushing towards my finger. I smile and lean forward, burying my tongue in her with one decisive lick. The taste was mild, slightly tart, but made all the more delicious by her ensuing moan. I continued traveling down, putting both of my hands on her waist and running my palms downward along the outside of her legs. I could feel her whole body tensing up, and her pussy moistened visibly. I grinned. Then, it was on to her feet, She had painted her toenails red - a safe choice, maybe, but exciting nonetheless - and she had obviously given much care towards cleaning them up. I knew how ragged feet became as a result of extensive running, but to look at her feet you would be hard-pressed to figure out that she ran track. I then moved on to her posterior, but by now I had begun to grow hasty. My cock throbbed as my eyes soaked in her unclothed perfection, and I found it harder to concentrate as I continued my exploration. Rather than beginning at the nape of her neck, where I had intended, I started directly at her ass, which I placed my head in greedily. I sniffed deeply, unsure of what I would encounter, only to realize that she had been extremely thorough - her ass smelled delicious, and her soft, pliable asscheeks felt wonderful on my face. I stood up, off of my knees, and circled around so that I was facing her front again. At last, I allowed myself to look in her eyes. As I did I nearly came right then and there. Looking into those deep, brown, luscious, sensual, sexual, liquid eyes I saw her... not simply her beautiful, naked body but her gorgeous, naked soul. That turned me on more than anything I had examined thus far. Unable to contain myself any longer, I gave in to my primal urges. I thrust my cock frantically into her, feeling her lusty pussy juices running down onto me as I rocked my rock-hard shaft in and out of her at a rapid pace. I raced my hands desperately along her, trying to grab as much of her as I could. I felt the small of her back, tensed up as she shoved herself onto me. I grabbed her malleable breasts, each one adorned with a pink, solid nipple. I felt her lithe, soft arms, and held her delicate hands in my own, all the while still thrusting into her madly. In no time at all we were both gasping, bodies covered in a layer of sweat, feeling as if all of the oxygen was being drained out of the room. Finally, I pulled myself out of her, a jet of warm, thick, sticky cum up onto her stomach. I forced her back up against a wall, engulfing her mouth in a deep, desperate kiss as my body released itself with my orgasm. After I had finished her with my fingers we both slumped on the ground, tangled up together, eyes staring into eyes as I considered what I would discover next time I decided to explore her. ]]> cf8e470b8be6ca6752951862d358b7b3 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12667/#acomment-12717 Sat, 28 Dec 2013 03:57:48 +0000 I’m keeping myself open to all possibilities that present themselves to me. I’ve been weighing my options lately and the relationship I’m in. We haven’t been happy for years and I don’t want to waste my youth in misery. I would be perfectly happy alone as it would be so freeing to the soul.

That was very sweet of your office husband to have been…[Read more]

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments Kristye used to do a Christmas countdown that I loved and I have missed this year. I had the idea to do an after Christmas count up. Where people post little moments of sparkling chemistry, or pull, or flirtatiousness that caught you and the feeling that resulted has never left you. ]]> 374d9c8427f7f92c3718e306ff0d55b7 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12667/#acomment-12708 Sat, 28 Dec 2013 02:43:46 +0000 A good addiction to have. If just the look prompted me to write an 8 page essay… How many novels would be produced from a conversation, touch, taste, etc.

I want more.

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments Kristye used to do a Christmas countdown that I loved and I have missed this year. I had the idea to do an after Christmas count up. Where people post little moments of sparkling chemistry, or pull, or flirtatiousness that caught you and the feeling that resulted has never left you. ]]> dd845e8401f18ed2f20b199ebc42f572 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12667/#acomment-12704 Sat, 28 Dec 2013 00:19:41 +0000 I’ve wondered that myself all of these weeks. The search for something new and exciting since my current situation has become mundane and lacking? I’ve googled meanings behind this and haven’t found any answers to satisfy my curiosity.

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments Kristye used to do a Christmas countdown that I loved and I have missed this year. I had the idea to do an after Christmas count up. Where people post little moments of sparkling chemistry, or pull, or flirtatiousness that caught you and the feeling that resulted has never left you. ]]> 174114e17997fd85589fef7bf09d5422 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12667/#acomment-12702 Fri, 27 Dec 2013 23:45:45 +0000 About 17 weeks ago or so, I had an encounter as mentioned in Lake’s post. I felt compelled to document my thoughts and feelings about the encounter but I’ve yet to express them to anyone. It was as if this was my own little secret that I happily kept to myself. I’ll spare all of the details as my thoughts just kept rambling on and on.

I spotted…[Read more]

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Experiments Kristye used to do a Christmas countdown that I loved and I have missed this year. I had the idea to do an after Christmas count up. Where people post little moments of sparkling chemistry, or pull, or flirtatiousness that caught you and the feeling that resulted has never left you. ]]> 870f5561a177b8308f5dd4b6e4ee6d8c lurking lady likes MrTinkertoys's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/11674/ Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:42:03 +0000 Margaret Cho does Hysterical Literature… This one is a little more funny than the others… Still I think it would be fun to do a few videos like this…

]]> 0 227a8df02c4575946306fabd00f63be1 lurking lady likes MrTinkertoys's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/10344/ Fri, 10 May 2013 18:42:30 +0000 The Girl and the Library (Part 3)

I had been back at my office for a couple of hours when the e-mail I had been waiting for showed up on my phone. I was curious to see how she had fared. I wondered if my decoy bag had worked, or if she had stumbled upon her bag on accident…

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Dear Sir,

I found my clothes, though you kept me naked…[Read more]

]]> 0 898626de02eefe1364ddc1d60e12577c joined the group Erotic Collaborations https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/9502/ Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:16:51 +0000 0 ead564cb59ad14092b5f2a5aa9e95be8 lurking lady likes MrTinkertoys's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8262/ Mon, 31 Dec 2012 05:19:24 +0000 The Girl and the Library

The fog had not quite given up its grip on the dew soaked ground of the university campus. It took me back to day…

]]> 0 ede44a19b84a5dfb3631ff537799850e posted an update: Wishing everyone a healthy and happy new year. https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8259/ Mon, 31 Dec 2012 04:40:50 +0000 Wishing everyone a healthy and happy new year.

]]> 0 a0d37c56ccc18b504519449f47b0e756 lurking lady likes ellariasand's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7483/ Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:18:09 +0000 Sorry I\’ve been gone awhile, but here it is:

The Bicycle Experiment Part 2

“Meet me in — Park at three. Wear a skirt.”

It was a br…

]]> 0 1f8fe8650e9e1c994a4faf0569ed9a15 lurking lady likes Mallory's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7351/ Wed, 31 Oct 2012 18:45:05 +0000 Ceviche Robusto

Have you ever wanted an anonymous, liberating adventure? Have you ever wished just to become someone else for a brief time…

]]> 0 648b9bd1618f90939b84f08ae600334a posted an update: Happy Halloween! I hope all of you tricks enjoy all kinds of […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7350/ Wed, 31 Oct 2012 18:31:47 +0000 Happy Halloween! I hope all of you tricks enjoy all kinds of treats tonight! 😉

]]> 0 96cfcad6a7df59b56c99951ead9e54a9 posted an update in the group Erotic Books: Just finished Mr. X's, "The Known Experiment" it was an […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7332/ Tue, 30 Oct 2012 01:12:10 +0000 Just finished Mr. X’s, “The Known Experiment” it was an eye opening experience to read that’s for sure. Katharine sure found herself in some precarious situations but in the process opened up a whole new awakening in herself.

Mr. X, you either have a very vivid and scandalous imagination (yes, we all know this is so very true!) or…[Read more]

]]> 1 7579420186df0bfea3bc9c1ad404dae8 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7206/#acomment-7208 Thu, 11 Oct 2012 19:28:27 +0000 I enjoyed it. Though I was getting very frustrated with Gideon throughout the book. I\’m looking forward to the series conclusion.

In reply to - posted an update in the group Erotic Books I\'ve become a smutty book worm lately! Books that I\'ve found or those recommended by my equally smutty friends. Fun reads nonetheless. Reflected In You - Sylvia Day (Sequel of Bared To You) Story continues to follow the troublesome relationship of successful, young billionaire Gideon Cross and Eva Trammel. This is a trilogy with the last of the series due to publish in December. Down To You - M. Leighton The scorching tale of one girl, two brothers and a love triangle… that’s not. Captured in the Dark - CJ Roberts (Book 1 of the Dark Duet series) Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her... Seduced in the Dark - CJ Roberts (Conclusion to the Dark Duet series) What is the price of redemption? Rescued from sexual slavery by a mysterious Pakistani officer, Caleb carries the weight of a debt that must be paid in blood. The road has been long and fraught with uncertainty, but for Caleb and Livvie, it’s all coming to an end. Can he surrender the woman he loves for the sake of vengeance? Or will he make the ultimate sacrifice? I really enjoyed the Dark Duet series. It does contain some graphic violence and situations. Elements of human trafficking... Something I\'ve really only heard about on the news. If you read it, I suggest reading it with a friend so you can talk to eachother about what you\'ve read. I\'m glad I did or it would\'ve taken me a few days to process all that was happening. It sure gripped this reader! ]]> 1cf2160208b73948a64815f77fa0f844 posted an update in the group Erotic Books: I've become a smutty book worm lately! Books that I've […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7206/ Wed, 10 Oct 2012 19:15:57 +0000 I’ve become a smutty book worm lately! Books that I’ve found or those recommended by my equally smutty friends. Fun reads nonetheless.

Reflected In You – Sylvia Day (Sequel of Bared To You)
Story continues to follow the troublesome relationship of successful, young billionaire Gideon Cross and Eva Trammel. This is a trilogy with the last of…[Read more]

]]> 2 949072a1d8552881223900980b4e3883 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7113/#acomment-7119 Sat, 29 Sep 2012 14:39:52 +0000 There sure is. I didn\’t want to post a review of something the lovely readers of this site would deem sissy! They most definitely are not, in my opinion. When is you next book going to be published?!

In reply to - posted an update in the group Erotic Books I have continued reading Maya Banks\' Sweet Series.. Wow. I don\'t know what the draw is for me in this particular genre of books but I obviously am looking to add the 4th of the series to my nook collection. Below are the synopsis of the books I\'ve read as copied from the author\'s website. Sweet Persuasion - For five years, Serena has run Fantasy Incorporated and has devoted her time to fulfilling her clients\' fantasies. Never her own. Until now… Her most secret desire is to give ownership of her body to a man. Someone who will command her, pleasure her, and have complete authority over her. So she seeks out Damon Roche, owner of an exclusive sex club and a man strong enough to make her do anything he wants. Anything. Together they\'ll journey into a world she\'s only dreamed of. She\'s given the opportunity to immerse herself in a different life while her normal one waits for her to return whenever she wishes. Damon has no desire to let her go, however. Serena is the woman he\'s long searched for, and it\'s up to him to convince her to stay when the game is all over with. He wants their fantasy to become their reality and for Serena to remain his pampered, cherished, submissive. Sweet Seduction- He was the stuff erotic dreams are made of... Salon owner Julie Stanford wanted Nathan Tucker ever since she gave him his first massage. Getting paid to feel every inch of his body, stripped, oiled, and spread out in front of her? Stuff dreams are made of. But the sexy lug was oblivious to the signals she was sending—until she finished off his final rub-down with something extra. In fact, the best extra he ever had. Unfortunately, he came around too late. Now Julie’s moving on… (to an \"anonymous\" threesome at Damon\'s club.) She was everything he’d dreamed of... The woman was driving him crazy. She lit fire to his insides then ran like a scalded cat. And now she’s going to someone else to have all her fantasies fulfilled? Over his dead body… He’s more than willing to give her what she wants, and as soon as he pins the little minx down, he’d show her his own brand of sweet seduction. ### Again, these books follow characters introduced in the first of the series, \"Sweet Surrender.\" Each subsequent installment focuses on new main characters but you are also revisit the previous leads to see where they are in their lives. I\'m digging these books because they introduce my naive eyes to something way out of my life experience. But, some of it is very tempting. ]]> 77cd9c2c9a35f5efa7f01f8f730122a9 posted an update in the group Erotic Books: I have continued reading Maya Banks' Sweet Series.. Wow. I […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7113/ Thu, 27 Sep 2012 18:25:59 +0000 I have continued reading Maya Banks’ Sweet Series.. Wow. I don’t know what the draw is for me in this particular genre of books but I obviously am looking to add the 4th of the series to my nook collection.

Below are the synopsis of the books I’ve read as copied from the author’s website.

Sweet Persuasion – For five years, Serena has run…[Read more]

]]> 2 b3307876450011e316b7c74e6a1c4e56 commented on the post, Experimental Marriage Vows: the result of Mona’s Marriage Experiment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/experimental-marriage-vows/#comment-1075 Thu, 27 Sep 2012 17:48:02 +0000 Maybe those will be my vows, if my feet ever thaw out!

]]> 39fa0a3b01c46ff125fec0fd6fd35a5b posted an update in the group Erotic Books: Besides having just read "The Neighbor Experiment" which […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7060/ Fri, 21 Sep 2012 01:10:55 +0000 Besides having just read “The Neighbor Experiment” which everyone on this site should read and show support to the fabulous Mr. X for hosting us on this site. Today, I finished a book called, “Sweet Surrender” by Maya Banks. It didn’t fall into the similar formula of some other books I’ve read where a billionaire is into kinky fuckery (its…[Read more]

]]> 1 369ef5e1ca3eb1c51bedccb634438495 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7052/#acomment-7059 Fri, 21 Sep 2012 00:36:04 +0000 Well Mr. Wilson, that is a very hot scenario you\’ve come up with. I was going to suggest asking President Clinton about his prior experience. 😉

In reply to - Mallory posted an update in the group Your Experiments Cigar Experiment?!?! It goes to show you that you can live in a place your whole life and some things still go unnoticed. I walk by this place all the time and never paid any attention. I figure it to be yet another restaurant. The other day, however, I noticed two couples going in and both men carried in these beautiful wooden boxes. It made me wonder. I did a little research and discovered that the place is a cigar lounge. What is a cigar lounge?? It is apparently a place you go for some serious scotch and whiskey and smoking cigars!! I have a thing for crafted boxes and those were \"humidors,\" some box engineered for air exchange and constant humidity!?!?! This all got me conjuring up some pretty seriously hot sex idea/challenge/DARE. Specifically, I got to wondering about going to one of these cigar lounges and getting fucked by a cigar which can be smoked later. If the cigar gets wet, can it be lit up and smoked?? I have no idea if this is feasible but one person advised me that some of these lounges are pretty loud and dark so it may be possible to pull something off. Perhaps I need to go inside and check the place out. ]]> c9a5d8c011afc9ce037c06bf5e57e575 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6780/#acomment-7009 Sat, 15 Sep 2012 02:58:42 +0000 Just finished your book. It was a real screen tapper! At the end of chapter 5, I let out an audible gasp and said, “Oh, fuck!” Feeling for Marco and Julie’s predicament. Holy Hell… It just kept getting better and hotter. You weave together some magical words and opened a new insight to a world I’ve never known before. WOW! You need to shop…[Read more]

In reply to - Mr. X posted an update in the group Experimental Books The Neighbor Experiment - Chapter One The Window Marco was late again. She looked around their fifth-floor walkup apartment and sighed. The cramped space was littered with boxes still unpacked from the move, and the thought of emptying them into closets and shelves filled her with hopelessness. As small as the new place was, she knew they couldn’t afford it. As much as she wanted the change, she knew it was a mistake. Marco, however, had argued that the East Village was much closer to his architecture firm than Brooklyn, and that his shortened commute would give them more hours together, more opportunities to actually go out and enjoy the city again. But after two weeks in Manhattan, Marco wasn’t coming home any earlier, and Julie wondered whether her life might not become an endless series of failures at pleasures she couldn’t afford. Thirty wasn’t a good age to be a New Yorker unless you were a banker or a lawyer. At twenty-five you could slum, share rooms, and eat cheap, as Julie had, but by thirty you hoped for some comfort, if only to enjoy those friends you’d had at twenty-five, who were now mostly bankers and lawyers. And she, well, she hated to even think it: she was a copywriter at an advertising firm. Part-time, no less. Ugh. What were they still doing here? After college she had arrived from Texas with dreams of becoming a famous novelist, but now those dreams seemed as pointless as cheap ceramic plates packed in newspaper, a burden to be hauled around from one place to another. There was the key in the lock, finally. As she put down a plate, it occurred to her that there was nothing in the fridge for dinner, but she put that out of her mind. Marco set down his briefcase, yanked at his tie, and gave her his hangdog smile that could still make her feel as if she were the pretty girl in a black and white movie. “Kiss me,” she said from across the room, whose unchanged disarray he examined with clear annoyance. Five years ago that had been one of his most charming qualities – his Italian inability to hide his feelings, his Latin need to express his slightest shifts in mood – but now she wondered whether it wasn’t a sign of weakness, or a fundamental selfishness. “Kiss me,” she said again, so he stepped across the room to take her in his arms. His lips touched hers politely, but she pressed back with a hunger, her tongue darting into his mouth, her teeth pinning his lower lip. “I want you to fuck me,” she said through another kiss, her hand pawing urgently at the front of his pants. He half laughed, half sighed, and pulled away to unbutton his shirt down the front, as methodically as if he were in a doctor’s office. She ignored this. She wanted him, and her face dove to his bared chest to take in that familiar, musky smell. Her nails scratched through the dark, curly hair there, so masculine over his flat, strong muscles. His chest hair had seemed so comically Italian the first time she had seen it, and then just so incredibly sexy. He had made her feel as if she had only ever taken boys to bed. God, that smell! She wanted his cock in her hand, inside of her, deep. She wanted her hands all over every naked inch of him. He kissed the top of her head as her tongue circled his nipple, tickling then sucking it. He made no move to rip her clothes from her body, but her pussy was already drenched with the need to obliterate herself in fucking, and so as she kissed him, she scratched down the zipper at the back of her skirt and slid it over her ass until it fell to the floor at her bare feet. She impatiently unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside, where it landed on another cardboard box. She dropped to her knees, undid Marco’s pants, and yanked them to the floor. His underwear was beginning to bulge, and she bit at it like a playful savage. Marco looked on as if disconnected from the scene, almost as if he were amused by this rare burst of passion. She glanced away from his face and slid his underwear from his hips. Marco’s cock: her only real knowledge of men’s dicks were those of the dozen lovers she’d had before marriage and the giant, throbbing things she occasionally saw online when she procrastinated from her writing, but Marco’s cock pleased her immensely. Since it was an Italian cock, it was uncircumcised, and this had also scared her at first – only because she wasn’t used to it, she figured – but now she loved the ways she could play with it, sliding back its foreskin with her hand to lick at its hidden ridges. She loved its secrets, and now she loved its blunt appearance – not particularly long, but thick enough for her, and manly. Now she was almost romantic about Marco’s cock, and she loved it girlishly, like an adorable pet that might have seemed dangerous at first, but which had been housetrained to her desire. There was the tattoo at his hipbone too, which they had once laughed about together – a stylized sun from his hippie Italian university days – but now it was just a part of him that she hardly saw anymore. His cock, however, she saw and she wanted, and she took it in her hand, gently stroking it as he stood as impassively as a Renaissance statue – proud, strong, capable, and…distant. And now her tits: god she loved her own tits. They were not just breasts, which to a writer’s mind meant purely fleshy and feminine, or boobs, which sounded silicone-filled. No, they were tits, perky and full (at the edge of too full, perhaps, which was one of the main reasons she woke early every morning to keep herself sleek on long runs through the quiet city streets). They were pale and elastic, with their quarter-sized nipples eagerly turned up to meet your eyes. Although she had never had any sexual experiences with other women (nor did she think she wanted to), she fantasized about other women’s breasts because she fantasized about her own. Happy, bouncing tits, skipping through the world. She took her hand from Marco’s now stiff cock, flipped a lash of long, curly strawberry-blonde hair forward over her shoulder, thrust out her chest, and reached back to unclasp her bra, letting those tits fall ever so slightly to freedom. When it came to her tits, Marco couldn’t help himself. He stared as wondrously as a boy as she rose, took him by the hand, and led him over to the couch. “I thought it was about time to re-inaugurate this couch,” she said, a line she had prepared while waiting for his arrival. It had won out over: “Do you realize we still haven’t had sex in our new apartment?” She flopped back onto the couch and quickly shimmied out of her cotton panties. She bought them in economical three-packs, but then men had never been too concerned about the sexiness of her panties when they got an eyeful of her long, firm legs, the pale birthmark at her hip – resembling a smudged kiss and mirroring Marco’s tattoo – and then that cute pussy with its innocent pucker. Innocent? She knew she was still a “good girl”, at least in the minds of others. In her own mind, however, she wasn’t that good of a girl at all, and sometimes she wished that in certain situations she could find the confidence to make the possibility of badness clear to others. Her “goodness” led her to feel that she was sometimes taken advantage of, particularly in New York City, but never mind – she was naked now, and confident of her body’s powers, and Marco, her love, was lowering his body down onto hers, his cock gently brushing against the moistened lips of her pussy. “Kiss me!” she cried, and he did, and then his cock was inside her so quickly that she almost bit her tongue. She was wet enough. She always responded, which was gratifying, and god how she loved the feel of him moving back and forth inside of her, of him kissing her, of his warm body on top of her, of him fondling her breasts with his hands, which had always seemed so absurdly smooth for an architect’s, even if she knew his days were spent at a computer, not driving nails into plywood. Moaning gently, she held onto his strong ass and tried to draw him even deeper inside. His lips were at her nipple, and she needed to feel him deeper, deeper. She needed to be fucked hard. “Oh Marco!” she cried, wanting to spur him on to something really dirty, wanting him to bite her, to make her forget everything except the feel of his hard cock inside. But Marco was in his own world. It was as if he didn’t hear her cries. His mouth left her breast to fall into the gap between her head and her shoulder. His strokes then came as regularly as a piston. “Fuck me,” she murmured into his ear, writhing beneath him in the hopes of spurring his lust, but he just kept pumping. She felt sweat break out on his cheek as he grunted towards a quick conclusion. And so she held the back of his head, ran her fingers distractedly through his hair, and stared up at the ceiling as he did his work. His marital duty – that’s what it felt like – and although it was pleasant enough, it wasn’t what she had wanted at all. Then she felt his stickiness fill her, and heard his sigh of relief. Almost immediately he rolled over to lie beside her on the couch. She watched covertly as he stared up at the ceiling looking exhausted. Unable to suppress a sigh, she compensated by primly kissing him on the cheek. “There are some eggs,” she said. “I’ll make omelets.” Rising from the couch, she struggled against a sudden exhaustion of her own, then moved towards the bathroom to cover herself with a robe. When she came back out into the main room, Marco had put his boxers back on and was sitting at the computer, checking e-mails he had surely checked at work an hour ago. Julie rummaged through the kitchen boxes looking for a pan. Dinner was over in a matter of minutes. Marco returned to the computer. Julie returned to the couch and flipped through a magazine without seeing its pages. It seemed they didn’t have anything to talk about. She was restless. She knew that she should write and take advantage of the time, but she also knew that if she sat at the computer then she would only surf the Internet and waste time. But wasn’t this wasting time, sitting on the couch in silence waiting for something to happen? She sighed again – loud enough for Marco to hear, but he didn’t, or pretended not to. Frustrated, she began to pace the apartment, idly unpacking boxes and placing books and mementos on various shelves. As she stretched and bent, the room suddenly seemed suffocating, so she stepped over to the windows, which were shut against the noise of the traffic and the bars five floors below. The blinds were shut too, and so she raised them with a jerk on the cord, then grabbed at the window handle, wrenched it open, and breathed deeply. The spring had already turned warm, but the air that night was as cool as fresh water. She breathed it in and let it calm her. Down on the street college kids were laughing and calling out to one another. Life was down there, and life was why she had come to New York City, but she didn’t feel that she was living it anymore. As her mind wandered down into the streets and the stories there, her eye caught a light in the building directly opposite. The building was as old as Marco and Julie’s, but while theirs had been converted into affordable apartments with cheap fixtures, the building opposite was one luxurious loft to a floor, inhabited by those bankers and lawyers on the opposite end of the tax bracket. Now she realized that the fifth-floor penthouse, with its plate-glass windows (and the roof garden above with its subtle lighting), was directly in their line of sight. The cavernous central room was brightly lit tonight, as was the adjacent bedroom that also looked out onto the street. In the main room an elegant couple was sitting at a large wooden table, apparently just having finished what Julie imagined had been a sumptuous dinner. Not omelets, in any case. A slim maid was clearing the dishes from the table as the woman leaned back in her chair and lit a cigarette. The man stood, came around the table, and placed a hand at the back of the woman’s neck to gently massage it. At this small show of intimacy, Julie realized that she was staring and was suddenly conscious that if she could see the couple so clearly, then surely they could see her too. She moved to hide herself behind the wall between the apartment’s two small windows, then felt doubly foolish for catching herself at being such a voyeur. That’s when the slim maid came out again and said something to the couple. “Will that be all, Mr. and Mrs. Something?” Julie murmured under her breath. And no – apparently that would not be all. “Come over here, Marco,” Julie heard herself whisper just a minute later, her eyes wide with surprise. The maid had come out again as Mrs. Something had smoked and Mr. Something had rubbed her neck. She was pretty, the maid, with long black hair and pouty lips that made her look almost sullen. Tall but very thin in her uniform: black shoes, sheer black stockings, a crisp black skirt cut above the knee, and a white cotton shirt buttoned all the way up to her neck. The woman was smoking, her dark, golden hair sweeping down over her back. In profile her features looked sharp and haughty but very beautiful from Julie’s distance, and her pearl-colored dress was wrapped tightly around a slim, tanned body that the woman almost seemed to wield, rather than inhabit. Even the way she imperiously smoked her cigarette indicated that this woman was accustomed to getting absolutely anything she wanted. The man Julie assumed to be her husband rubbed her neck as if trying to soothe a wild tiger, as if aware of her danger but supremely confident of his capacity to tame it. He was tall, with a head of wild, dark hair flecked with gray, a blunt Roman nose, and a rich tan. His white shirt was open at the collar under a dark blue suit that accentuated a lithe, athletic body. Julie estimated that they were both about forty, impossibly wealthy, and utter strangers to the sort of worries that consumed her. For one, they had a stylish maid (was she Latina?)…who had apparently done something wrong…who was now being ferociously upbraided by the man…whose hands had flown up to her mouth to stifle a scream…who was now being dragged over to the table by the man, her face pushed down to the wood by one of his strong hands as his other hand moved slowly up her long thighs to flap up her skirt over a surprisingly shapely ass…who now cried out and clamped shut her eyes as the man drew back and neatly spanked her with one sharp, quick flick of his palm…as the elegant woman sat watching everything while placidly smoking her cigarette. “Come over here!” Julie whispered this time, as if she might be heard by the distant threesome. Through her thin robe she was distractedly clawing the flesh at her hip, although she did not feel it. Marco must have registered the shift in her voice and rose from the computer to join her at the window. First he impatiently looked down to the street, but when she gave no indication of what he was meant to be seeing, he followed her eyes out to the windows directly across. The woman had dashed out her cigarette in an ashtray and had risen to stand beside her presumed husband, who had snatched the maid’s white panties down to her knees and was leaving red patches across her twitching bottom with his palm. The maid did not attempt to resist. Her torso writhed on the dining table, her dark hair wildly spread over the polished wood, her succulent ass thrust out as if conscious of deserving the punishment…or as if she wanted to be hit, Julie thought to herself. She felt a hand grip her wrist. Marco was standing beside her, and she couldn’t remember how he had gotten there. “What the hell are you doing?” “Do you see that?” she breathlessly responded, unwilling to pry her eyes from the scene. The man had leaned over to deeply kiss the woman in the pearl dress as his hand continued roughly fondling the gap between the maid’s legs. Then he removed the offending hand and used it to pry their kiss apart, offering his presumably moistened fingers to the woman’s mouth. She violently sucked at his index finger, as if inhaling the marrow from its bone, then roughly pushed him away and spanked the maid with a stroke of terrifying force. “Oh my god!” Julie cried in shock. “What should we do?” Marco gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her away from the window. “What the hell are you doing?” he repeated once they were mostly hidden behind a solid wall. He did not look at her, however. His eyes remained fixed on the scene opposite as he clumsily tried to keep his and Julie’s bodies hidden. “I want to see!” she cried, struggling against his grip. Marco didn’t appear to have heard her. At least not until he said: “Turn off the lights.” Julie scampered over to the switch and plunged them into darkness. Marco tentatively edged out towards the window again. He was being ridiculous, Julie decided, and so she returned to her spot with the clear view. The man had unzipped his pants as the woman in the pearl dress spanked the maid. Working his hand into his fly, he had pulled out a slab of cock that was hardening and stood straight out. As he watched the woman in the pearl dress efficiently hitting the writhing maid, he fondled himself. Then the woman leaned over and whispered something in the ear of the maid, who turned her head on the table to look at the woman and nodded numbly. The woman then kissed the maid tenderly on the cheek and helped her to stand. She took her in her arms and kissed her deeply, for an instant, before ripping the front of her shirt open with a violence that sent buttons pinging across the room – scattered specks of light from where Julie and Marco stood. The maid wore no bra. Her breasts were small but pert. Julie imagined that her nipples were so hard they ached. “I guess she likes it,” Julie said incredulously. When Marco made no response, she looked over and saw that not only was he transfixed by the scene, but it had made him so hard that his cock was peeking out of his underwear. She noticed this, gulped, and said: “Show me your cock, Marco.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so excited. He glanced at her guiltily, as if she had just caught him looking at porn. Then he frowned and pulled his boxers up over the tip of his flesh. “Fine,” Julie said coolly, unbolting her robe and flicking it from her shoulders so that it fell to the floor and left her naked before the window. She was swimmingly wet. She put a tentative finger to her pussy and felt the wetness there. Marco looked at her disapprovingly and broke off from the window to drag two folding chairs over to where they stood. He did it quickly, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of the movie. The maid had taken the man’s cock deep into her mouth. He held her hair in his fist and pulled her even closer. The woman in the pearl dress had stripped to her underwear, in unison with Julie, to reveal an almost boyish body with narrow hips, small breasts (as tan as the rest of her) and long, sharp lines. Still in heels, she had lowered herself to her knees and was now on all fours behind the sucking maid. Like a dog, Julie thought disgustedly. The woman alternated between licking from behind at the joint of the maid’s spreading legs and drawing back to slap her crimson ass with what seemed like genuine fury. “It’s awful!” Julie cried. “Forcing her by the hair like that? And hitting?” She looked over at Marco for confirmation. Now sitting on the chair beside hers, he had lowered his underwear to his knees and was frantically stroking himself, as if in a trance. She felt a stronger wave of disgust rise up from her gut. This caused her to look down at herself, and she was astonished to discover that her fingers were dipping into her drenched cunt as frantically as Marco rubbed his cock. She was no less disgusted by this, but the feeling of disgust was no longer so important. After that she didn’t give it another thought. Maybe these people shouldn’t be acting like this. Maybe she shouldn’t be watching the shocking things they were doing. Or maybe none of it mattered. She fondled her pussy with abandon, spreading her lips with one hand while stroking her clitoris with the other. When the woman crawled up next to the maid so that her mouth could share the taste of the man’s thrusting member, Julie actually felt her mouth water. The two women licked at it from either side – the maid looking terribly distraught, Julie noticed, but licking with even more abandon than the other woman. Soon she had again pulled up the maid to furiously manipulate her cunt while kissing her deeply. The maid swooned in either direction, as if she was drunk. Then she was forced down on the table again by the woman, her ass in the air. The man watched all of this as if he were a film director coldly observing the performance of a scene he’d written himself. When the sleek woman grabbed him by the cock and led him over to the maid’s offered ass, however, he followed without protest and rammed his cock so deeply into the maid’s bared gap that the poor girl banged the table with her fists. “Oh fucking fuck me, Marco!” Julie cried, one hand now pinching fiercely at a nipple. She didn’t need to say it again. “Put your hands on the window sill,” he said, his voice thick and unrecognizable. She leapt to offer him her ass, and almost instantly she felt him spread her firm cheeks with his smooth hands, his thumb pressing dangerously at the pinch of her asshole. Then his cock was hard inside her pussy and feeling bigger than ever before. She loved it from behind. “Harder,” she said sharply, feeling a quick thrill at saying it as she imagined the woman across the street would. “Harder!” she commanded. In the opposite window the man was still pitilessly fucking the maid on the table, but the woman had slithered up onto the table too, spreading her impossibly long legs wide and pulling the maid’s face towards her tanned and perfectly shaven vagina. It was a cruel gesture, again made with a yank of hair, but the maid lowered her mouth to the shining cunt with what seemed like gratitude, licking with great sweeps of her tongue like a desert wanderer discovering a moist oasis. Julie pushed back hard against Marco’s thrusts and cupped a breast tightly in one hand, her forehead banging lightly against the glass of the window. After a while she begged to get on her knees and suck Marco as he watched the others. Unaccustomed to being so erotically explicit, she was out of her head now and wanted to be overwhelmed by fucking everywhere. She wanted Marco to be overwhelmed too. And she wanted to take his cock deeper than ever before, to taste every inch of it, to deeply inhale the overpoweringly sexy scent of the curly hair at its base. He was getting even harder as she licked and sucked. She had three fingers inside of herself now. “Fuck my mouth!” she gasped, and so he did, driving towards her throat almost callously, which was just how she had wanted it. “Tell me what they’re doing,” she said, her tongue slavering over his balls. “They’re going to tie her up now,” he said, hesitantly at first, then gaining some confidence with the words. “Fuck. The man just swept everything off the table and threw the girl up onto it again. The woman has what looks like these scarves, and she’s tying the girl’s hands and feet to the table legs…so she’s spread-eagled on the table…fucking hell….” His hand at the back of Julie’s head stiffened and pulled her mouth further around his throbbing cock. She gagged and snapped away, but instantly came back for more, her tongue, then her mouth, smothering his flesh. “It’s so…fucking…good…,” Marco gasped. She didn’t know whether he meant her cock sucking or the deeds being done to the spread-eagled maid – both, probably – but she wanted to see for herself. She pulled herself up to her chair, and Marco absently lowered himself down to his. He looked at Julie’s heaving breasts with their dilated areolae and he licked his lips. It was such a small gesture, but Julie found it so sexy that she almost came. Then he turned again like a drug addict to the window, and Julie did too. The man was on the table now fucking the bound maid, who tugged at her restraints like a wild animal, her hair whipping around in a frenzy. As he fucked her, the man nodded to the other woman, who stood with her sharp, sculpted ass to the window. Freed by the nod, she moved up onto the table on her knees, and facing the man, she lowered her snatch to the maid’s mouth. The maid seemed to know what was required of her, and she licked again. The licking calmed her writhing, and now she placidly licked and licked and let herself be fucked. The man and the woman made eye contact and seemed to smile. The woman raised her arms in the air and wiggled down further onto the maid’s tongue as if she was an oriental dancer. The man laughed victoriously. Julie saw all of this, and then she saw Marco seeing it too while desperately stroking himself with his face madly set. She closed her eyes for a moment and focused on circling her clitoris in tight, firm strokes, getting herself as close to orgasm as possible. When she opened her eyes, Marco was staring at her pussy and stroking himself even harder. She looked at his face. He looked insane. Her cunt felt as if it would gush forth an entire ocean any instant. Oh god, what were they doing? Marco’s mouth hung slightly open, his tongue teased at his bottom lip, as if he were imagining licking her pussy, which his eyes were still fixed upon. Then he glanced up to meet her stare. He was savage. She had never seen him like this. What was happening terrified her, but she was glad. And she knew she was about to explode. Want to read more? The Neighbor Experiment is just $3.99 for all your digital reading devices, and you can see all buying options here: Experimental Books ]]> d05c3eea37ec44d52a248e851671edcf lurking lady likes Mr. X's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7008/ Sat, 15 Sep 2012 02:37:22 +0000 Check out the new Experimental Books page.
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The Club

Gradually, Sarah\’s involvement with her new man in Auckland, Tony, …

]]> 0 5aeb076854cfdd23904ceb6b4fb447d3 lurking lady likes Mallory's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6955/ Mon, 10 Sep 2012 01:41:40 +0000 1. In, on, or under water challenge
a) Jacuzzi bath tub plus faucet on full blast
b) Sitting on arch position
c) Modified backbend
d) Tighte…

]]> 0 98cfe35c393fda7af5a5cc5f5a1f0526 joined the group Erotic Books https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6954/ Mon, 10 Sep 2012 01:31:13 +0000 0 b0ac22ffdd99fbfe8df8df3137c2c616 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6570/#acomment-6953 Mon, 10 Sep 2012 01:26:24 +0000 The 5-7 business days are up. Just my luck, I got sick and was physically incapable of any kind of fun. Since I\’ve gotten better, I started playing solo or with Mr. L. I still haven\’t reached the big bang but I am getting close. I know it! He does enjoy this remote better than the one for the television!

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Experiments This is not an experiment, per se. My friends and I don\'t share openly share our intimate experiences. I had to tell this to someone though because this is a true story that ends in my personal disappointment. Who would be more understanding than you great people? After work on Friday, I went to the bank and a gas station to fill up my vehicle. There weren\'t any plans made or pressing places where I needed to be, it was just me and some idle time to do whatever I wanted. The weather had turned a bit cooler as the sun started to set. I went home and changed into clothes that suited the cooler temperature. Then, I got an idea. Taking advantage of this rare instance of alone time, I hopped into my refueld vehicle and ventured my happy ass to an adult toy store. The closest store of this kind is about 64 km or 40 miles away from my home. The entire ride there, I was extremely excited. I suppose I was a ball of sexual tension because on my drive, I was more aware of the the bumpiness of the road. I could feel the moisture start to build between my legs. I was really doing this and I couldn\'t believe myself. Mr. Lurking and I have been talking about getting some toys but the opportunity to do so, hadn\'t presented itself. With him out of town, I needed to do this. For the present state of my need for release and for future use with him. Not through lack of trying, I\'ve never fully climaxed. I don\'t know if it was just me or an issue that happened in my past or my own mind blocking me from experiencing what many have described as earth shattering nirvana. I have been so close, so many times, but never fully went over the edge. Utter disappointment, I tell ya. I\'ve not been, that girl, to fake an orgasm. Though Mr. L and I have been together a long time, we\'ve never been experimental in the bedroom. Everything is changing, now. I am growing out of my shy shell, finally! I arrive at the adult store with a number of ideas I plan to come home with. I walk into the store, the second time I\'ve ever been, and I am immediately overwhelmed. I have no idea the difference between this toy and that plug or those beads, balls, whips and chains. I was like a kid walking into a toy store... Well, it is a toy store of sorts! I was approached by a very helpful sales associate, who could probably sense that I was a newbie. A shy newbie. She showed me the latest and greatest toys on the market. I had a dollar amount in mind that I planned to spend but I convinced myself it was worth spending a little more on something that will certainly bring years of enjoyment. The sales lady directed me to the proper cleaners, lubricant and any other extras I may be interested in. I was ready! I go to the checkout counter to finalize my purchase. The sales lady announces my total, $202.35 (not exactly, but not too far off.) I reach in my purse to hand over my payment. My credit card isn\'t there. And I have $43 in my wallet. Enough for the toy cleaner and lubricant but what good is that with no toy? I was so disappointed and sexually frustrated, it was ridiculous. My rare chance of alone time to pull off a task like this was nothing more than an entirely too long car ride. I used my credit card to get gas earlier and slipped it in the pocket of my shorts. The shorts that I changed out of because the weather was growing unseasonably cool. This was just my luck. The entire drive home, I was so mad at myself and the weather! It was a beautiful night outside but Damn, Damn, Damn! When I arrived back home, I checked the shorts in my dirty clothes hamper. Yep, my card was safely stowed in the front, right pocket which was reassuring. Losing it at an unknown location would have just sucked. The next, logical thing I could do was get online to replicate the purchase that I had just attempted. I enjoy shopping online, especially looking up savings codes...every little bit helps, right?! I logged onto an online adult store, added my selections to the virtual shopping cart. I was ready to checkout. Upon checkout, I was awarded with a few bonus items and free shipping since my purchase was over a certain dollar amount. I proceeded to check out, entered my savings code (that worked!) And there was my total, $135.12! What?! The only good thing that came out of this experience was the fact that I saved $67ish dollars and have extra goodies coming. The bad part, I have to wait 5-7 business days. By then, Mr. L will be back and he will be able to control my pleasure via wireless remote! ]]> 4eac8208a4fed92e4b2683cc9b17c946 lurking lady likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6898/ Sat, 08 Sep 2012 04:18:15 +0000 I stood laughing with a group of impeccably dressed ladies in the bar of our hotel. One of the designers had commented on an outrageously ri…

]]> 0 5d242424fceec5d5ccf091d1ba9abf97 posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: He was already in bed before she completed her nightly […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6774/ Fri, 31 Aug 2012 06:52:45 +0000 He was already in bed before she completed her nightly grooming ritual. While not yet asleep, he was focused on the music searches he was doing on his iPod. No doubt playing obscure selections louder than necessary for the confines of a bedroom. He didn’t notice that she had gotten into bed without a stitch of clothing. An invitation, of sorts,…[Read more]

]]> 2 aaacb38db5c71c2de67c3c1d223612f9 lurking lady likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6769/ Fri, 31 Aug 2012 04:47:12 +0000 I went to grab something from the bathroom as he was stepping out of the shower. My eyes skimmed from the top of his head down to his restin…

]]> 0 27dd744dc5f90c3389cdc2508d2f2aa8 lurking lady likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6768/ Fri, 31 Aug 2012 04:43:19 +0000 The Perfect Stranger……

We\’ve seen each other quite a few times while walking down the busy street that takes us to our separate little…

]]> 0 4561a7b95a8dbb69edb5d9a334c6ea8a lurking lady likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6767/ Fri, 31 Aug 2012 04:28:14 +0000 Classy…pearls and lace
]]> 0 c38e83257db20c9f206789c7bfe6eb9f lurking lady likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6650/ Tue, 21 Aug 2012 09:03:51 +0000 0 113b99857a1b7a03020866dca2b8b2af lurking lady likes Roger486's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6649/ Tue, 21 Aug 2012 09:02:52 +0000 0 fa444db921bafe5e44fd9243aa44b839 and are now friends https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6603/ Tue, 14 Aug 2012 21:51:13 +0000 0 d340b2acc50d97e5add56693f6b4106d posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6570/#acomment-6596 Tue, 14 Aug 2012 11:09:42 +0000 Not knowing what my reaction would be, I\’d have to test it out extensively first! I\’m not a coffee drinker but I can certainly become the dessert!

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Experiments This is not an experiment, per se. My friends and I don\'t share openly share our intimate experiences. I had to tell this to someone though because this is a true story that ends in my personal disappointment. Who would be more understanding than you great people? After work on Friday, I went to the bank and a gas station to fill up my vehicle. There weren\'t any plans made or pressing places where I needed to be, it was just me and some idle time to do whatever I wanted. The weather had turned a bit cooler as the sun started to set. I went home and changed into clothes that suited the cooler temperature. Then, I got an idea. Taking advantage of this rare instance of alone time, I hopped into my refueld vehicle and ventured my happy ass to an adult toy store. The closest store of this kind is about 64 km or 40 miles away from my home. The entire ride there, I was extremely excited. I suppose I was a ball of sexual tension because on my drive, I was more aware of the the bumpiness of the road. I could feel the moisture start to build between my legs. I was really doing this and I couldn\'t believe myself. Mr. Lurking and I have been talking about getting some toys but the opportunity to do so, hadn\'t presented itself. With him out of town, I needed to do this. For the present state of my need for release and for future use with him. Not through lack of trying, I\'ve never fully climaxed. I don\'t know if it was just me or an issue that happened in my past or my own mind blocking me from experiencing what many have described as earth shattering nirvana. I have been so close, so many times, but never fully went over the edge. Utter disappointment, I tell ya. I\'ve not been, that girl, to fake an orgasm. Though Mr. L and I have been together a long time, we\'ve never been experimental in the bedroom. Everything is changing, now. I am growing out of my shy shell, finally! I arrive at the adult store with a number of ideas I plan to come home with. I walk into the store, the second time I\'ve ever been, and I am immediately overwhelmed. I have no idea the difference between this toy and that plug or those beads, balls, whips and chains. I was like a kid walking into a toy store... Well, it is a toy store of sorts! I was approached by a very helpful sales associate, who could probably sense that I was a newbie. A shy newbie. She showed me the latest and greatest toys on the market. I had a dollar amount in mind that I planned to spend but I convinced myself it was worth spending a little more on something that will certainly bring years of enjoyment. The sales lady directed me to the proper cleaners, lubricant and any other extras I may be interested in. I was ready! I go to the checkout counter to finalize my purchase. The sales lady announces my total, $202.35 (not exactly, but not too far off.) I reach in my purse to hand over my payment. My credit card isn\'t there. And I have $43 in my wallet. Enough for the toy cleaner and lubricant but what good is that with no toy? I was so disappointed and sexually frustrated, it was ridiculous. My rare chance of alone time to pull off a task like this was nothing more than an entirely too long car ride. I used my credit card to get gas earlier and slipped it in the pocket of my shorts. The shorts that I changed out of because the weather was growing unseasonably cool. This was just my luck. The entire drive home, I was so mad at myself and the weather! It was a beautiful night outside but Damn, Damn, Damn! When I arrived back home, I checked the shorts in my dirty clothes hamper. Yep, my card was safely stowed in the front, right pocket which was reassuring. Losing it at an unknown location would have just sucked. The next, logical thing I could do was get online to replicate the purchase that I had just attempted. I enjoy shopping online, especially looking up savings codes...every little bit helps, right?! I logged onto an online adult store, added my selections to the virtual shopping cart. I was ready to checkout. Upon checkout, I was awarded with a few bonus items and free shipping since my purchase was over a certain dollar amount. I proceeded to check out, entered my savings code (that worked!) And there was my total, $135.12! What?! The only good thing that came out of this experience was the fact that I saved $67ish dollars and have extra goodies coming. The bad part, I have to wait 5-7 business days. By then, Mr. L will be back and he will be able to control my pleasure via wireless remote! ]]> 40651c8becbae305f4b90748576f3481 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6589/#acomment-6595 Tue, 14 Aug 2012 10:52:51 +0000 How\’d you know my refrigerator has been on the fritz?! Great story but no visual aid at the end? Your stories usually end with our photographic enjoyment! Thanks for posting.

In reply to - posted an update @lurkinglady - A story just for your amusement?? A morning at home Breakfast is over... your husband has gone to work, and the children have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen table finishing the last cup from the coffee pot... daydreaming about nothing in particular... getting ready to start another weekday. The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you think \"what a sight I am, hair all tussled, in an old dressing gown and worn slippers... well the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don\'t look much better than I do.\" Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the front of your dressing gown, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you can. Standing on your tiptoes you peek through the security viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a man in a cap and work shirt. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around his cap. You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge, you say, \"Yes?\" You can see more of him now... a strong, athletic, tall man carrying a toolbox in his right hand. \"You called about your refrigerator?\" he says in a deep, but soft baritone. You remember your call to the appliance store in town yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your on-the-blink fridge. \"Yes, I did, come in, please\". You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him. \"The fridge... it doesn\'t work all the time, and we\'re expecting company this weekend\". Just inside the door, he places his toolbox on the floor and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the headlights of a speeding car. He doesn\'t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into your soul, and you desperately want to say something to break the spell... but you can\'t find your voice. Something primal in the depths of your being doesn\'t want to move or speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half-afraid. You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are strong, rough hands... a workingman\'s hands, but strangely graceful in their movements. Slowly, one button at a time, he unbuttons your dressing gown. You feel on the edge of panic, but the growing white fire in your belly holds you firmly, and quietly, in place. He pushes the dressing gown gently off your shoulders, and it falls silently, forgotten, to the floor. Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling along your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places his hands on your shoulders and turns you around with your back to him. His hands move softly to your hips, and with one hand on your stomach backs you toward him, while the other lifts your teddy over your head. His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire upward, and for a moment, you can\'t catch your breath. Gently his hands move upward to caress your erect nipples. and after a moment, downward across your stomach. By now, your will to resist is vanished... you are consumed by an animal need so strong that its almost more frightening than this man, this stranger. As he holds you against his body, you can feel his nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks, you feel his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently. He turns you around. For the first time you, see his rock hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath his skin like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine blond hair, and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny, erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples touch his chest, you totter on the edge of an orgasm. In one fluid motion, he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor. His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body, touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your soft skin belies their gentleness. Slowly his right hand finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking, which sends waves of sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You close your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire. Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the rhythm of his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster. Suddenly he stops, and you feel him move down toward your mons. He parts your thighs and with a start of disappointment, you feel him move between them. Before you can open your eyes, you feel the insistent pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet, raspy sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly upward toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps gently across its inflamed head, you feel your belly explode in orgasm. As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking, tongue guides you from peak to peak, until you think there can\'t possibly be any more. But moment after moment he caries you higher until you believe you\'ll die. Finally, you collapse, beyond sensation, floating on a soft carpet in a warm sea. You lie exhausted, but yearning for more. The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress, which adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state. Then, gradually you feel his tongue become more insistent, and once again, and yet again, you explode in ecstasy. Time after countless time you follow this stranger into sensations you never imagined possible, and after each, he gives you an eternity of quiet caressing to savour the journey. Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins a march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking, he moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm, wet tongue gently circling your erect and sensitive nipples, first one, and then the other, as sensation shoots from their tips to the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body, hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed, pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again from the ashes. You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts forward, and your well-lubricated vagina engulfs his engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the penetration. His penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each pistoning movement, he seems to fill you completely. His body is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is making love to you, and the sudden realisation of it brings on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is pleasurable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time, as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the spiritual plane wash over you both. As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting grows gentler, virtually stoping at times. Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the other sensations you have created together. You have no sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness. You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his primal being, as the white hot fire in your belly is of yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis, with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greeted with your own ever more powerful upthrusts as you strive together to join in this most human of acts. You pound together, stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive animals, grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed, and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment, his thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the moment you feel his completion, and you hold him desperately with every muscle in your body. His back arches violently, and between your sweaty thighs, deep in the recesses of your clutching vagina, you feel him begin to throb. With each throb in your vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his hot semen pour out of you, running down the crack between your buttocks. With each thrust, it flows around his pistoning penis and gushes out. A half dozen times he fills your overflowing vagina, and each time his huge cock forces it out onto your buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your final explosion, and you shudder together in your final release. In a last moment of conscious thought, before you collapse together you feel a completeness you\'ve never imagined possible before. After some time, you couldn\'t say how long, you feel his lips brush your cheek. Without a word, he stands up, pulls on his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly leaves. For a long time afterward you lie alone on your livingroom, floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and pleasuring in the warm afterglow. \"We never said a word,\" you think. And as you think about it, you realise that the silence, the anonymity, made it all right. \"I\'m still married, I still have the kids, I still love my husband... I\'m OK.\" And you realise that you\'ve gained something precious... a secret memory to place in that absolutely private place inside, never to be forgotten, or repeated. But... dam!! The fridge is still broken. ]]> f160c00cbd49c9cfb880d59227e5cf4a lurking lady likes Roger486's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6594/ Tue, 14 Aug 2012 10:43:09 +0000 0 09a859e51aff1a55d5ced1063c455b99 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6570/#acomment-6588 Tue, 14 Aug 2012 01:16:08 +0000 Thanks fellas. I’m looking forward to my delivery too. Luckily, I was assisted at the store by a very knowledgeable saleswoman, who also happened to be a lesbian… I think she would know what a lady would like. 😉

/p/ When I fessed up to Mr. L, I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. I told him by showing him the locking toybox I purchased…[Read more]

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Experiments This is not an experiment, per se. My friends and I don\'t share openly share our intimate experiences. I had to tell this to someone though because this is a true story that ends in my personal disappointment. Who would be more understanding than you great people? After work on Friday, I went to the bank and a gas station to fill up my vehicle. There weren\'t any plans made or pressing places where I needed to be, it was just me and some idle time to do whatever I wanted. The weather had turned a bit cooler as the sun started to set. I went home and changed into clothes that suited the cooler temperature. Then, I got an idea. Taking advantage of this rare instance of alone time, I hopped into my refueld vehicle and ventured my happy ass to an adult toy store. The closest store of this kind is about 64 km or 40 miles away from my home. The entire ride there, I was extremely excited. I suppose I was a ball of sexual tension because on my drive, I was more aware of the the bumpiness of the road. I could feel the moisture start to build between my legs. I was really doing this and I couldn\'t believe myself. Mr. Lurking and I have been talking about getting some toys but the opportunity to do so, hadn\'t presented itself. With him out of town, I needed to do this. For the present state of my need for release and for future use with him. Not through lack of trying, I\'ve never fully climaxed. I don\'t know if it was just me or an issue that happened in my past or my own mind blocking me from experiencing what many have described as earth shattering nirvana. I have been so close, so many times, but never fully went over the edge. Utter disappointment, I tell ya. I\'ve not been, that girl, to fake an orgasm. Though Mr. L and I have been together a long time, we\'ve never been experimental in the bedroom. Everything is changing, now. I am growing out of my shy shell, finally! I arrive at the adult store with a number of ideas I plan to come home with. I walk into the store, the second time I\'ve ever been, and I am immediately overwhelmed. I have no idea the difference between this toy and that plug or those beads, balls, whips and chains. I was like a kid walking into a toy store... Well, it is a toy store of sorts! I was approached by a very helpful sales associate, who could probably sense that I was a newbie. A shy newbie. She showed me the latest and greatest toys on the market. I had a dollar amount in mind that I planned to spend but I convinced myself it was worth spending a little more on something that will certainly bring years of enjoyment. The sales lady directed me to the proper cleaners, lubricant and any other extras I may be interested in. I was ready! I go to the checkout counter to finalize my purchase. The sales lady announces my total, $202.35 (not exactly, but not too far off.) I reach in my purse to hand over my payment. My credit card isn\'t there. And I have $43 in my wallet. Enough for the toy cleaner and lubricant but what good is that with no toy? I was so disappointed and sexually frustrated, it was ridiculous. My rare chance of alone time to pull off a task like this was nothing more than an entirely too long car ride. I used my credit card to get gas earlier and slipped it in the pocket of my shorts. The shorts that I changed out of because the weather was growing unseasonably cool. This was just my luck. The entire drive home, I was so mad at myself and the weather! It was a beautiful night outside but Damn, Damn, Damn! When I arrived back home, I checked the shorts in my dirty clothes hamper. Yep, my card was safely stowed in the front, right pocket which was reassuring. Losing it at an unknown location would have just sucked. The next, logical thing I could do was get online to replicate the purchase that I had just attempted. I enjoy shopping online, especially looking up savings codes...every little bit helps, right?! I logged onto an online adult store, added my selections to the virtual shopping cart. I was ready to checkout. Upon checkout, I was awarded with a few bonus items and free shipping since my purchase was over a certain dollar amount. I proceeded to check out, entered my savings code (that worked!) And there was my total, $135.12! What?! The only good thing that came out of this experience was the fact that I saved $67ish dollars and have extra goodies coming. The bad part, I have to wait 5-7 business days. By then, Mr. L will be back and he will be able to control my pleasure via wireless remote! ]]> b7a511055f53a3dc4c2dac1a8e364cae posted an update in the group Your Experiments: This is not an experiment, per se. My friends and I don't […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6570/ Sun, 12 Aug 2012 14:17:18 +0000 This is not an experiment, per se. My friends and I don’t share openly share our intimate experiences. I had to tell this to someone though because this is a true story that ends in my personal disappointment. Who would be more understanding than you great people?

After work on Friday, I went to the bank and a gas station to fill up my…[Read more]

]]> 7 de4aa48cdf783d08cbd275733c37c05c joined the group Your Experiments https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6563/ Sun, 12 Aug 2012 11:41:27 +0000 0 90163c262fcdc525c4744ea86155e9f9 commented on the post, Everything is permitted: the result of the Masseur Experiment http://www.thesexexperiment.com/everything-is-permitted/#comment-1038 Thu, 09 Aug 2012 01:08:25 +0000 You are the man, Mr. X. Many-a-husband wouldn’t be as selfless in sharing their wife’s pleasure with another person or thing! I’m glad, for everyone’s sake, the masseur wasn’t smelly or cocky. (No pun intended?!) […]

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