The Sex Experiment | | Mentions https://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/lurkinglady/activity/mentions/ Activity feed mentioning . Tue, 03 Nov 2026 16:07:18 +0000 https://buddypress.org/?v= en-US 30 hourly 2 9d59984f8184c701ca433b6b8cee31d4 lake posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12512/#acomment-12912 Sat, 11 Jan 2014 06:41:49 +0000 @lurkinglady – In my life there have been two times I had this immediate and overwhelming feeling (much as James has described… utterly compelling, irresistible, profound) and where it evolved into relationships. Both relationships did have a heavy BDSM dynamic, but here is the interesting part; these are the only times I have had that type of…[Read more]

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. ]]> 898897dfdf2128c3154bd63c27228884 Alix James posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/12512/#acomment-12825 Sun, 05 Jan 2014 20:46:19 +0000 I love this story a lot. In many ways it parallels my own “upbringing” and the conflict that I have at times experienced when trying to “manage” my more primal wants and needs and urges (and of course the considerable guilt that goes with them). I also appreciate lakes response for the same reason, although I would add one other thought to…[Read more]

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. ]]> 8266d47b33a0a468b7bf8e1da83152c2 posted an update: @lurkinglady - A story just for your amusement?? A morning […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/6589/ Tue, 14 Aug 2012 01:40:09 +0000 @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…[Read more]

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