The Sex Experiment | | Activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/members/twisted-angel/activity/ Activity feed for . Thu, 30 Jul 2026 02:51:20 +0000 https://buddypress.org/?v= en-US 30 hourly 2 fc22fb3f9fbdcd23c41ba7a443aba943 Twisted Angel likes kristye's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8530/ Wed, 09 Jan 2013 05:02:37 +0000




]]> 0 8635d6d731a7b6169811f5adda43ad23 posted an update in the group Erotic Photos: Hmm leaves no doubt where the hot spots are now does it https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8431/ Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:09:51 +0000 Hmm leaves no doubt where the hot spots are now does it
]]> 0 76850aa0718c910402acb5fbf7a7b6cc posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: The sound of water in the distance led her to keep trudging […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8345/ Sat, 05 Jan 2013 00:48:17 +0000 The sound of water in the distance led her to keep trudging forward. She could not be too far from the river and then she was going to go swimming, the heat having drained her earlier in her walk and all her water bottles for the day already gone. Her white wife beater was no longer white, but definitely see through in the spots that the dirt of…[Read more]

]]> 0 f8a37dd86b1498c424e9259b3ffdac17 posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: 25 years is a long time to want someone. Not as a husband or […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8337/ Fri, 04 Jan 2013 14:22:07 +0000 25 years is a long time to want someone. Not as a husband or boyfriend. Just a want. An ache for something more than friends, because a bond was formed long ago that you need to explore. The chance to have that is nearing, my arousal level grows each time I put into words all the things I have played out in my mind.
We all do it, the passion…[Read more]

]]> 2 390728c141bfc87160dbda235f9bbab0 Twisted Angel likes MrTinkertoys's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8336/ Fri, 04 Jan 2013 12:19:16 +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 1f37284888ed7bf60119dd285ffabe14 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/8130/#acomment-8335 Fri, 04 Jan 2013 12:19:02 +0000 Wow!! Damn shame there isn\’t a library like this near me because I know exactly what I would be thinking about when I went into it for a break from reality.

In reply to - kuttan joined the group Your Fantasies ]]> b46caf934d31876bca4ef04faa0df352 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7377/#acomment-7623 Thu, 29 Nov 2012 21:18:15 +0000 A soft moan escaped her lips at the feel of Levi actually being that close to her, seeing her this vulnerable and wanting to make her more vulnerable. His free hand traced the raise of her breasts circling each dark hardened nipple slowly, making her tremble with the intensity of his touch, when his finger would move away his tongue would replace…[Read more]

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Fantasies Red, her nail polish was what her mother would refer to as harlot red. That deep red that looked like blood when one lifted the brush from the bottle of polish and it dripped from there to the bottle again. She carefully painted each nail, ensuring that the first was dry before moving to the next. A quick coat of clear covering and they were complete. Walking to the mirror she surveyed the completed package. Pencil skirt that came past her knees but just short of her ankles in the blackest black she could find, her thigh highs had the seams up the back and she made sure their line was perfect. A small gold belt fastened at her waist where the crisp white button down was tucked in. There was not a wrinkle or crease anywhere that shouldn\'t be. Her hair was pulled up in a softly coiled bun, with tendrils of her hair escaping and hanging in soft curls that framed the nape of her neck and her face. Makeup was reminiscent of the 40\'s with soft colors that didn\'t stand out and draw attention to anything. The only splash of real color was in her nails, they were the only thing that shouted in her monochromatic clothing choices. Sliding into the heels she concentrated on their clicks across the tiled floor of her 3rd floor apartment. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror that hung in her entry she grabbed her small clutch, black silk, from the small table and walked into the hallway. Lydia\'s neighbor was arriving home as she exited and she heard the sharp intake of his breath when she walked out. Smiling demurely at him she nodded her head and made her way to the elevator, the shiny glass doors giving her a reflection of his eyes on her as she waited for the arrival of the car. The doors sprang open and she stepped in, turning at the last minute to catch his jaw hitting his chest when she turned to face him. The doors closed and she laughed to herself, exactly the reaction she was looking for, now if he noticed her night would be perfect. She never met another person until she arrived at the party. The valet opened her door and had much the same reaction when her long leg stepped out of the drivers seat followed by the rest of her. Lydia wasn\'t aware they could move that quickly but before she knew it he was gone in her small car and she walked towards the door. Though their was a crowd lining the sidewalk they parted for her as if she were a famous star and she lowered her head to hide the giggle that was forming. Her entrance into the hall was met with stares of nearly every male person in the room. She felt like Cinderella when she arrived at the ball. Walking through the room she spotted him, his tuxedo was pristine, the bow tie was even pressed to make the creases even more prominent. His red lips were moving as he spoke to the person before him, his hand on their shoulder as if to drive his point home. The silence that fell at her entrance drew his eyes away from his companion and across the room to her. A small smile played across his mouth at the mere sight of her. Never in a million years could he have envisioned her to look like this. For a moment he had to think of who it really was, because he was certain it could not really be Lydia, at least not the one from the office. That Lydia was shy and mousy, hair pinned back in a tight updo every day, ensuring she did not draw attention. That Lydia stuttered when he spoke to her, her face turning a shade of crimson he had rarely seen before. Slowly his eyes went from her face to the rest of her attire. Stunning was all he could think of to describe her tonight, a definite surprise and breath of fresh air. Lydia slowed to the center of the room, choosing to keep her distance from him. Her outside coolness masked the butterflies that were currently filling her stomach, her hand reached to grab a tall champagne glass from a waiter who approached her with his tray. Raising the champagne flute towards him she smiled coyly and lifted it to her mouth, sipping slowly. Lydia knew that too much champagne and she would be tipsy, the one thing she wanted to avoid. She had a horrible habit of spilling her heart out when she was tipsy, and that is exactly what she did not want tonight. She simply wanted him to notice her and thus far it was working. A soft touch on her arm and she turned to see Jim from the office asking her to dance, taking her glass from her hand as he led her to the dance floor. Lydia\'s eyes never left Jim\'s, laughing at his jokes as if he were the funniest man in the place. Her hand on his shoulder and the other on the bend of his arm, her head fell back with her eyes dancing when he whispered in her ear, playfully hitting him with her purse as she called him incorrigible. The man stood on the side, watching her every move. Where had this Lydia come from, could she really have been hiding under the facade she presented at the office. He found himself unable to do anything but follow her around the room from the side, hoping if only for a second she would look his way. When she did his eyes lit up and he would smile and wave, like a little boy with his first crush. Lydia found herself the desire of every man there, barely getting off the dance floor before someone else swept her out. Finally, she was forced to find a table and sit down, her legs feeling as if they were about to fall off of her. She felt him before he spoke, his presence embedded in her mind and psyche from months of watching him from afar. He pulled the chair out beside her and simply took the seat. His arrival made every other gentleman caller for her time disappear. Trying to feign indifference Lydia nodded politely at him before turning to watch the dance floor once more. She waited for it seemed like an eternity for him to speak. Why did he come over if he wasn\'t going to talk to her, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest, certain were it not for the band he would have heard it as well. \"Well you have certainly surprised a lot of people tonight Cinderella.\", his baritone was enough to make her panties damp. \"Cinderella, \" Lydia laughed, \" I am hardly Cinderella, wasn\'t she pretty much a slave to her step sisters and step mother? I would hardly call myself a slave.\" He laughed at her response and nodded, leaning back in the chair putting his arms behind his head, like he was at home in his own personal recliner. Lydia struggled not to look, she knew the outline of his form from every possible angle having looked at him for nearly 6 months from her cubicle, hoping he saw her and praying he didn\'t. To have him this close right now would pretty much be the pinnacle of anything she ever wanted. Wait, no, she wanted more. She wanted him to notice her when she didn\'t go out of her way to be noticed. She felt this sudden nausea overtake her and excused herself quickly. Her heels suddenly the most cumbersome things she could have had on, especially on a marble floor. Much like Cinderella she ran out, her ankles curling under her and her balance questionable with every click of the heels. She made it outside and presented her ticket for her car, and hoped like Cinderella it appeared before Prince Charming did. The valet appeared with her \'pumpkin\' and she slid into the driver\'s seat. Lydia pulled away in a squeal of tires just as he arrived at the passenger door and reached for the handle. Her hot tears stung her skin as she drove back to her apartment. Her hair was a mess from her run, somewhere she had managed to get her shirt untucked and she was doing her best to keep herself together until she got in her own space. The elevator doors showed her just how disheveled she really looked and she dropped her head, unable to look at her own reflection. She practically knocked over the passengers as they exited, unable to get the button pushed fast enough to close the doors and prevent any one else from getting in. Once on her floor she practically ran to her door, slid the key in the lock and pushed through the doorway, kicking off her heels as she did. Her tears came quickly now, heart wrenching sobs that came from someplace deep. Lydia could not explain why she felt the need to do what she did tonight but now she couldn\'t change it. The thought crossed her mind to just quit her job, not wanting to face anyone at the office Monday. Really? How did she think she would ever fit in his world? The mousy girl of the cubicle never had and never would. Walking into her kitchen she poured herself a shot of bourbon and gulped it down quickly, the burn in her throat easing the burn in her mind. Unbuttoning her shirt she walked across her floor and headed for the bath, turning on the handles the water poured out with a force she wished she could cry. Then she could move on and get him out of her head. The steam rose from the tub as she walked into her bedroom once more unzipping her skirt as she did allowing it to fall around her feet and stepping over it. Undoing the garters that held up her hose she slid them off as well leaving her standing in only the dark black panties and the white shirt and bra. She eyed herself in the mirror, her hands running down the front of her body, stopping to feel the rise of her own nipples through the thin material of her bra. Taking her hand lower still to the dampness that still lingered in her groin, one finger sliding under the waist of the panties and into the top of her moist lips. She trembled at her own touch, she should it was all she was used to, having been without sex for nearly 3 years. She stopped her self exploration and headed for the bathroom again, grabbing the highball glass from the dresser as she did. Just as she was about to slip her shirt from her shoulders there was a knock at her door. \"Wrong door I didn\'t order takeout\", Lydia who stood in the entry way yelled to the closed door. The baritone that sounded from the other side made her blood run warm again.\"I am not delivering take out and open this damn door now.\", his tone was gruff and angry, something she had heard at the office when a deadline was approaching and no one seemed to want to work. Lydia approached the door, her voice and her body shaking, \"Look I am okay I just got too hot and a little sick. You don\'t have to come check on me, now go back to the party I am fine.\" \"I am not leaving, not until I see for myself you are okay.\", he bellowed back. She strode to the door and yanked it open, his hair was a mess as if he had run his fingers through it a million times, he really looked, dare she say it concerned. A small smile crossed his lips as she peeked around the door at him, realizing before opening it completely how little she had on. \"See, I am fine, you have done your duty now, you can go.\", Her hands pushing the door to, only to discover his foot was in the way. \"Not so fast,\" His hands grabbed the door and pushed it back sliding through the crack he made, \"what was that all about...\" His voice trailed off as he saw her in her state of undress. Her shirt open, her breasts pushed up and their ivory skin busting at the top of the bra, the black bikini underwear. Lydia raced to pull her shirt together and crouch her body down to cover it before turning and running back to her bathroom.His hand reached out and grabbed her arm before she got away pulling her back against him, his hand brushing the hair away from her cheek as she tried not to look at him. Her small hands pushed on his chest trying to break his hold, the last thing she wanted was his pity. \"Lydia, answer me, what was in your head tonight?? Where did that side of you come from and why did you leave so suddenly.\" She pushed away from him again and shook her head in response, \"Just leave it be Mr. Combs, please. I am putting in my 2 week notice, I will train Judith to do my job until a suitable replacement can be found. \" \"The hell you will,\" His voice thundered through her apartment. To be continued.. ]]> 539491c640ca923ecaba1766d2da9f94 posted an update in the group Erotic Photos: For Kristye's big tub love.. come on in darling I have […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7622/ Thu, 29 Nov 2012 20:27:27 +0000 For Kristye’s big tub love.. come on in darling I have plenty of room
]]> 0 2cae4cefcd8a73b47f292dfec3741d90 posted an update in the group Erotic Photos: The one thing I love about the country is I can get naughty […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7621/ Thu, 29 Nov 2012 20:25:44 +0000 The one thing I love about the country is I can get naughty on my front porch with no worries about neighbors seeing or hearing….That iron was COLD but so sexy at the same time..
]]> 0 9e92e62e207a450697d77c49f90dde21 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7578/#acomment-7606 Thu, 29 Nov 2012 17:19:26 +0000 Like the men I love the absolute surprise of the whole thing. I can picture it all in my mind, and the funny thing is in the beginning I would have thought the artist was a male, the switch is a nice way to get our attention and focus off of the norm..you are a wonderful writer hun.

In reply to - lake posted an update in the group Your Fantasies We\'ll Call it a Good Night ____________________________ I make sure I’m in early for this week’s sketch class since it’s the end of the month and we’ll have a live model tonight. On these nights, I like to pick a seat near the front, but where I can still watch the door well enough to see the model when they arrive. Something about waiting to see them, and then catching them in their street clothes before class begins and they become stone faced and all business makes these nights more interesting for me. I can feel the difference now, a twinge of anticipation buzzing along the edge of my focus anchoring me very squarely in the moment. When the model does arrive, I feel a quick shot of adrenaline start to course through my system, and there is brightness behind my eyes as I lean to get a clearer view. I have to do a bit of a double take before I am sure she is indeed a ‘she’. She’s tiny, which is the give away, but her head is shorn (just a jet black shadow and a hairline around her scalp) and she is dressed all ‘tough girl’ including a thick leather belt and slotted leather wrist cuff. She’s greeted by our teacher and they laugh about something before she heads into the dressing room. The rest of the class is filing in, but now that I am poised to begin, the rest of the room just feels like a distraction to me. When our teacher finally kicks off tonight’s class, I’ve already got my pencil in my hand and am standing off the edge of my stool. Our model walks back into the room behind the teacher as she finishes talking. She looks efficient and comfortable, when she slips out of her robe, but is stoned faced as I expected, when she takes the first pose. She’ll hold each pose in the first round for just two minutes each. I am excited to finally be drawing, able to channel the energy that’s been building since I arrived. By the middle of the third pose, my mind has clicked off and I’m working from instinct and muscle memory alone. It feels natural and loose as my wrist and arm move quickly and effortlessly over the pad. I can sense I am capturing the form of each pose with clean elegant lines the way I want to. When there are pauses while she changes position, I glance back and admire the progression of what I’ve sketched so far. I feel really good about what I see and how easily it’s coming. I know it’s the hours of practice these last months that I’m being rewarded for. I inhale deeply as I start the next sketch; I am enjoying the feelings of satisfaction and competency and am ready and eager for more drawing. We continue to progress through additional rounds. With each new round the poses are held longer. I start pulling more technique, composition and detail into the sketches. After about 95 minutes we are on 20 minute poses. With the extra time, my mind starts to re-engage and I start to see the model as a person again, not just forms and shapes and lines. Questions float past like, ‘who is she?’ and ‘why has she left her hand hanging so carelessly by her hip?’ But all thoughts remain a remote backdrop, as my pencil continues furiously working to give the composition shape and poise. As I go back and working in more detail, I start studying her more deliberately. I can see subtle aspects of each trait, and I work to tease them out through the lead at the tip of my pencil, desirous of capturing her piece by piece onto my drawing board, feeling as if every inch of her is accessible to me there. I pull back for a moment to look at her on the stage and on my sketch pad as a whole, to assess where I’m at with the drawing, and I’m struck by how delicate and feminine she looks nude without the tough outfitting. Even the ultra butch haircut is softened by the fact that her pubic hair is shorn in the same way. To me her nipples look like one of the most delectable things I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop likening them to small pink roses painstakingly sculpted on the top of a wedding cake. Then I realize, I’m not drawing anymore, I’m staring and salivating and overworking the same spot. My eyes start to shamelessly take in her body and I’m suddenly too aware of my own arousal, I look around the room as if expecting someone else to have noticed me doing this. They haven’t. But it is time for her to take a new pose, and I decide to take a quick break and walk out into the hall. I start heading down toward the bathroom, not really sure where I’m going. Then I notice a door to the stairwell and my thoughts start shifting from how to shut down what I’m feeling to how to take advantage of it. I can tell I’m becoming more committed to the idea, when I start telling myself I’ll probably end up back in the classroom faster this way anyhow. When my tongue starts licking my lips because I’m feeling my mouth closing down over the sweet pert, exquisitely pink nipples of the little dyke whom I just walked out on, I can’t get to the stairwell fast enough. When I push the door open, I hear scrambling noises from behind it. When it closes I see Kevin standing there sweaty and flush. He is an obviously flustered at the moment twenty-something from my class, and he’s turned his back to me to try and conceal the fact that his hand is holding an erection full to bursting. I’ve talked to him a few times, he’s tall and thin, with fun curls in that unkempt style all the guys under 30 have now. His skin is pale and clear, the kind that lets the blood rushing to his skin show through so transparently. I love this trait and it makes me want to see more of him. But I move away from him, to the opposite wall. I lean against it and smile despite the fact that he’s looking at me very aggressively. “What are you doing?” he says confused and frustrated by my intrusion. “Same thing you are”, I reply sliding my hand under the bottom of the button down shirt dress I’m wearing. His face goes slack and I can tell he is struggling to process this new development. He stays like that for a while half turned half packed back into his pants, but hand still on his cock. My head is tilted back now and my eye lids are at half-mast. Not noticing whether he’s started working his fingers or his hand yet again or not, not noticing even if he had freed himself yet again. I’m just so happy to be fully committed to finding my own relief, to have my hand between my legs and bearing down under my panties. “You’re serious!?” he gasps. “Why not there’s room enough, you stay on your wall, I’ll stay on mine.” I reply without looking up working into a rhythm now. But his breathing has changed, as have the sounds in the small hall between flights and I know nonetheless he has started working himself again. Several minutes pass, before he blurts the words, “Unbutton your shirt” into the space between us; a space that is slowly filling up with musty, intermingled smells. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” I retort quietly. “I’m thinking I want you to unbutton your shirt so I can see your tits” impatience in his voice, urgency building in his body. I laugh, but I unbutton the top of my dress to the belt anyway. It feels good - sexy and I start to actually look at him. I notice his unfocused eyes red cheeks then look further down his body, to where he’s exposed. He sees and feels embolden to say, “Unbutton the rest”. “Tell me what you’re thinking now; are you picturing our luscious little class model?” I say. “Not now, now I’m picturing my cum shooting all the way across this hallway to coat the front of your naked body… we just need it naked now don’t we!?” “I’m half laughing as I unbutton my dress the rest of the way down leaving the belt cinched to create two separate windows, one above the belt showing the insides of my breasts the other below framing my hand buried under my twisted soaked panties. His hand was moving faster now up and down his shaft, panting with the low rumblings of a groan building behind it. I hear myself saying, “Take your shirt off.” and I throw the command at him, half to see more of him, half to slow down his approaching orgasm. While he’s doing it, I slip off my panties and by the time he looks back at me I’m fully exposed and closing in on a very raucous orgasm of my own. As he starts back up on his own organ, I let myself slowly slide down the wall into a deep squat knees out wide, pussy split open. It has the desired effect of driving both of us deeper into our bodies and the moment. The sensations, sounds, sights and smells connecting us, though we’ve never touched. The experience of each very much enhanced by the parallel journey of the other, pulling us both forward, building, building, and then over the top we go together. Starting with his sharp inhale then half doubled over expulsion of air and sound answered by my half whimper, half moan while my hips twist and grind my ass back into the wall. Nerving endings fire up and down our spines and the involuntary movements continue, until we are both smiling and trying to catch our breaths. My hands and knees are actually down on the floor now. When we look at each other, we start to laugh heady with our physical state. Then we dress, both sweatier and still a bit disheveled. “After you”, he says sweetly gesturing with one arm as we both had stepped toward the door. “Ah, but we’re so good together.” I reply meeting his eyes, both of us have silly grins on our faces when we walk out. ]]> 8277dc9049d2b827f55eb5d159411dfe posted an update in the group Erotic Photos: https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7518/ Sat, 17 Nov 2012 06:49:57 +0000

]]> 0 392b4eb57d15be15bd2edb8ef755bfc2 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7423/#acomment-7438 Fri, 09 Nov 2012 23:33:14 +0000 He loves wolves and I do too. If I were to consider myself an animal it would be a tiger or a wolf without a doubt, their animal protection, fierceness and honor I love..

In reply to - posted an update in the group Erotic Photos [bpfb_images] 1242_0.669845001352461461_hnt-2-001.jpg [/bpfb_images] ]]> b3790505a64df26e65d759bc1475b40a posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7377/#acomment-7424 Fri, 09 Nov 2012 12:35:57 +0000 Lydia remained on the cold floor, her tears flowing down her face and dripping to the fabric of her white shirt. Her mind was racing and the thought occurred to her that she need not wait until Monday to clean her desk out, her keys granted her access anytime she wished; After all it would not be the first time she had gone to the office after…[Read more]

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Fantasies Red, her nail polish was what her mother would refer to as harlot red. That deep red that looked like blood when one lifted the brush from the bottle of polish and it dripped from there to the bottle again. She carefully painted each nail, ensuring that the first was dry before moving to the next. A quick coat of clear covering and they were complete. Walking to the mirror she surveyed the completed package. Pencil skirt that came past her knees but just short of her ankles in the blackest black she could find, her thigh highs had the seams up the back and she made sure their line was perfect. A small gold belt fastened at her waist where the crisp white button down was tucked in. There was not a wrinkle or crease anywhere that shouldn\'t be. Her hair was pulled up in a softly coiled bun, with tendrils of her hair escaping and hanging in soft curls that framed the nape of her neck and her face. Makeup was reminiscent of the 40\'s with soft colors that didn\'t stand out and draw attention to anything. The only splash of real color was in her nails, they were the only thing that shouted in her monochromatic clothing choices. Sliding into the heels she concentrated on their clicks across the tiled floor of her 3rd floor apartment. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror that hung in her entry she grabbed her small clutch, black silk, from the small table and walked into the hallway. Lydia\'s neighbor was arriving home as she exited and she heard the sharp intake of his breath when she walked out. Smiling demurely at him she nodded her head and made her way to the elevator, the shiny glass doors giving her a reflection of his eyes on her as she waited for the arrival of the car. The doors sprang open and she stepped in, turning at the last minute to catch his jaw hitting his chest when she turned to face him. The doors closed and she laughed to herself, exactly the reaction she was looking for, now if he noticed her night would be perfect. She never met another person until she arrived at the party. The valet opened her door and had much the same reaction when her long leg stepped out of the drivers seat followed by the rest of her. Lydia wasn\'t aware they could move that quickly but before she knew it he was gone in her small car and she walked towards the door. Though their was a crowd lining the sidewalk they parted for her as if she were a famous star and she lowered her head to hide the giggle that was forming. Her entrance into the hall was met with stares of nearly every male person in the room. She felt like Cinderella when she arrived at the ball. Walking through the room she spotted him, his tuxedo was pristine, the bow tie was even pressed to make the creases even more prominent. His red lips were moving as he spoke to the person before him, his hand on their shoulder as if to drive his point home. The silence that fell at her entrance drew his eyes away from his companion and across the room to her. A small smile played across his mouth at the mere sight of her. Never in a million years could he have envisioned her to look like this. For a moment he had to think of who it really was, because he was certain it could not really be Lydia, at least not the one from the office. That Lydia was shy and mousy, hair pinned back in a tight updo every day, ensuring she did not draw attention. That Lydia stuttered when he spoke to her, her face turning a shade of crimson he had rarely seen before. Slowly his eyes went from her face to the rest of her attire. Stunning was all he could think of to describe her tonight, a definite surprise and breath of fresh air. Lydia slowed to the center of the room, choosing to keep her distance from him. Her outside coolness masked the butterflies that were currently filling her stomach, her hand reached to grab a tall champagne glass from a waiter who approached her with his tray. Raising the champagne flute towards him she smiled coyly and lifted it to her mouth, sipping slowly. Lydia knew that too much champagne and she would be tipsy, the one thing she wanted to avoid. She had a horrible habit of spilling her heart out when she was tipsy, and that is exactly what she did not want tonight. She simply wanted him to notice her and thus far it was working. A soft touch on her arm and she turned to see Jim from the office asking her to dance, taking her glass from her hand as he led her to the dance floor. Lydia\'s eyes never left Jim\'s, laughing at his jokes as if he were the funniest man in the place. Her hand on his shoulder and the other on the bend of his arm, her head fell back with her eyes dancing when he whispered in her ear, playfully hitting him with her purse as she called him incorrigible. The man stood on the side, watching her every move. Where had this Lydia come from, could she really have been hiding under the facade she presented at the office. He found himself unable to do anything but follow her around the room from the side, hoping if only for a second she would look his way. When she did his eyes lit up and he would smile and wave, like a little boy with his first crush. Lydia found herself the desire of every man there, barely getting off the dance floor before someone else swept her out. Finally, she was forced to find a table and sit down, her legs feeling as if they were about to fall off of her. She felt him before he spoke, his presence embedded in her mind and psyche from months of watching him from afar. He pulled the chair out beside her and simply took the seat. His arrival made every other gentleman caller for her time disappear. Trying to feign indifference Lydia nodded politely at him before turning to watch the dance floor once more. She waited for it seemed like an eternity for him to speak. Why did he come over if he wasn\'t going to talk to her, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest, certain were it not for the band he would have heard it as well. \"Well you have certainly surprised a lot of people tonight Cinderella.\", his baritone was enough to make her panties damp. \"Cinderella, \" Lydia laughed, \" I am hardly Cinderella, wasn\'t she pretty much a slave to her step sisters and step mother? I would hardly call myself a slave.\" He laughed at her response and nodded, leaning back in the chair putting his arms behind his head, like he was at home in his own personal recliner. Lydia struggled not to look, she knew the outline of his form from every possible angle having looked at him for nearly 6 months from her cubicle, hoping he saw her and praying he didn\'t. To have him this close right now would pretty much be the pinnacle of anything she ever wanted. Wait, no, she wanted more. She wanted him to notice her when she didn\'t go out of her way to be noticed. She felt this sudden nausea overtake her and excused herself quickly. Her heels suddenly the most cumbersome things she could have had on, especially on a marble floor. Much like Cinderella she ran out, her ankles curling under her and her balance questionable with every click of the heels. She made it outside and presented her ticket for her car, and hoped like Cinderella it appeared before Prince Charming did. The valet appeared with her \'pumpkin\' and she slid into the driver\'s seat. Lydia pulled away in a squeal of tires just as he arrived at the passenger door and reached for the handle. Her hot tears stung her skin as she drove back to her apartment. Her hair was a mess from her run, somewhere she had managed to get her shirt untucked and she was doing her best to keep herself together until she got in her own space. The elevator doors showed her just how disheveled she really looked and she dropped her head, unable to look at her own reflection. She practically knocked over the passengers as they exited, unable to get the button pushed fast enough to close the doors and prevent any one else from getting in. Once on her floor she practically ran to her door, slid the key in the lock and pushed through the doorway, kicking off her heels as she did. Her tears came quickly now, heart wrenching sobs that came from someplace deep. Lydia could not explain why she felt the need to do what she did tonight but now she couldn\'t change it. The thought crossed her mind to just quit her job, not wanting to face anyone at the office Monday. Really? How did she think she would ever fit in his world? The mousy girl of the cubicle never had and never would. Walking into her kitchen she poured herself a shot of bourbon and gulped it down quickly, the burn in her throat easing the burn in her mind. Unbuttoning her shirt she walked across her floor and headed for the bath, turning on the handles the water poured out with a force she wished she could cry. Then she could move on and get him out of her head. The steam rose from the tub as she walked into her bedroom once more unzipping her skirt as she did allowing it to fall around her feet and stepping over it. Undoing the garters that held up her hose she slid them off as well leaving her standing in only the dark black panties and the white shirt and bra. She eyed herself in the mirror, her hands running down the front of her body, stopping to feel the rise of her own nipples through the thin material of her bra. Taking her hand lower still to the dampness that still lingered in her groin, one finger sliding under the waist of the panties and into the top of her moist lips. She trembled at her own touch, she should it was all she was used to, having been without sex for nearly 3 years. She stopped her self exploration and headed for the bathroom again, grabbing the highball glass from the dresser as she did. Just as she was about to slip her shirt from her shoulders there was a knock at her door. \"Wrong door I didn\'t order takeout\", Lydia who stood in the entry way yelled to the closed door. The baritone that sounded from the other side made her blood run warm again.\"I am not delivering take out and open this damn door now.\", his tone was gruff and angry, something she had heard at the office when a deadline was approaching and no one seemed to want to work. Lydia approached the door, her voice and her body shaking, \"Look I am okay I just got too hot and a little sick. You don\'t have to come check on me, now go back to the party I am fine.\" \"I am not leaving, not until I see for myself you are okay.\", he bellowed back. She strode to the door and yanked it open, his hair was a mess as if he had run his fingers through it a million times, he really looked, dare she say it concerned. A small smile crossed his lips as she peeked around the door at him, realizing before opening it completely how little she had on. \"See, I am fine, you have done your duty now, you can go.\", Her hands pushing the door to, only to discover his foot was in the way. \"Not so fast,\" His hands grabbed the door and pushed it back sliding through the crack he made, \"what was that all about...\" His voice trailed off as he saw her in her state of undress. Her shirt open, her breasts pushed up and their ivory skin busting at the top of the bra, the black bikini underwear. Lydia raced to pull her shirt together and crouch her body down to cover it before turning and running back to her bathroom.His hand reached out and grabbed her arm before she got away pulling her back against him, his hand brushing the hair away from her cheek as she tried not to look at him. Her small hands pushed on his chest trying to break his hold, the last thing she wanted was his pity. \"Lydia, answer me, what was in your head tonight?? Where did that side of you come from and why did you leave so suddenly.\" She pushed away from him again and shook her head in response, \"Just leave it be Mr. Combs, please. I am putting in my 2 week notice, I will train Judith to do my job until a suitable replacement can be found. \" \"The hell you will,\" His voice thundered through her apartment. To be continued.. ]]> c501901b8202bb7a7466266b2de589d8 posted an update in the group Erotic Photos: https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7423/ Fri, 09 Nov 2012 11:44:21 +0000

]]> 1 5f0d2fd718151ddc0715dd0385d8bdb5 Twisted Angel likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7408/ Wed, 07 Nov 2012 16:35:38 +0000 Do you have lunch plans???
]]> 0 76f36a59503802801e176656825e7245 Twisted Angel likes PleasurePrinciple's activity https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7407/ Wed, 07 Nov 2012 16:35:14 +0000 Simply….Me!
]]> 0 fd63ab24c6e760bdf1bb039d6a0a86aa joined the group Erotic Photos https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7406/ Wed, 07 Nov 2012 16:34:11 +0000 0 b0c9048b9d638b9fda7186f8d674ef28 posted a new activity comment https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7377/#acomment-7389 Tue, 06 Nov 2012 04:57:21 +0000 Lydia’s breath sucked into her at the sound of his yell echoing off the walls, feeling her fury rise up in her at the absolute insolence and thought that he could control her choices. Yanking her wrist from his grasp she slapped his face with the other hand, her tears still falling like drips of hot fire on her already flushed face. Her teeth…[Read more]

In reply to - posted an update in the group Your Fantasies Red, her nail polish was what her mother would refer to as harlot red. That deep red that looked like blood when one lifted the brush from the bottle of polish and it dripped from there to the bottle again. She carefully painted each nail, ensuring that the first was dry before moving to the next. A quick coat of clear covering and they were complete. Walking to the mirror she surveyed the completed package. Pencil skirt that came past her knees but just short of her ankles in the blackest black she could find, her thigh highs had the seams up the back and she made sure their line was perfect. A small gold belt fastened at her waist where the crisp white button down was tucked in. There was not a wrinkle or crease anywhere that shouldn\'t be. Her hair was pulled up in a softly coiled bun, with tendrils of her hair escaping and hanging in soft curls that framed the nape of her neck and her face. Makeup was reminiscent of the 40\'s with soft colors that didn\'t stand out and draw attention to anything. The only splash of real color was in her nails, they were the only thing that shouted in her monochromatic clothing choices. Sliding into the heels she concentrated on their clicks across the tiled floor of her 3rd floor apartment. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror that hung in her entry she grabbed her small clutch, black silk, from the small table and walked into the hallway. Lydia\'s neighbor was arriving home as she exited and she heard the sharp intake of his breath when she walked out. Smiling demurely at him she nodded her head and made her way to the elevator, the shiny glass doors giving her a reflection of his eyes on her as she waited for the arrival of the car. The doors sprang open and she stepped in, turning at the last minute to catch his jaw hitting his chest when she turned to face him. The doors closed and she laughed to herself, exactly the reaction she was looking for, now if he noticed her night would be perfect. She never met another person until she arrived at the party. The valet opened her door and had much the same reaction when her long leg stepped out of the drivers seat followed by the rest of her. Lydia wasn\'t aware they could move that quickly but before she knew it he was gone in her small car and she walked towards the door. Though their was a crowd lining the sidewalk they parted for her as if she were a famous star and she lowered her head to hide the giggle that was forming. Her entrance into the hall was met with stares of nearly every male person in the room. She felt like Cinderella when she arrived at the ball. Walking through the room she spotted him, his tuxedo was pristine, the bow tie was even pressed to make the creases even more prominent. His red lips were moving as he spoke to the person before him, his hand on their shoulder as if to drive his point home. The silence that fell at her entrance drew his eyes away from his companion and across the room to her. A small smile played across his mouth at the mere sight of her. Never in a million years could he have envisioned her to look like this. For a moment he had to think of who it really was, because he was certain it could not really be Lydia, at least not the one from the office. That Lydia was shy and mousy, hair pinned back in a tight updo every day, ensuring she did not draw attention. That Lydia stuttered when he spoke to her, her face turning a shade of crimson he had rarely seen before. Slowly his eyes went from her face to the rest of her attire. Stunning was all he could think of to describe her tonight, a definite surprise and breath of fresh air. Lydia slowed to the center of the room, choosing to keep her distance from him. Her outside coolness masked the butterflies that were currently filling her stomach, her hand reached to grab a tall champagne glass from a waiter who approached her with his tray. Raising the champagne flute towards him she smiled coyly and lifted it to her mouth, sipping slowly. Lydia knew that too much champagne and she would be tipsy, the one thing she wanted to avoid. She had a horrible habit of spilling her heart out when she was tipsy, and that is exactly what she did not want tonight. She simply wanted him to notice her and thus far it was working. A soft touch on her arm and she turned to see Jim from the office asking her to dance, taking her glass from her hand as he led her to the dance floor. Lydia\'s eyes never left Jim\'s, laughing at his jokes as if he were the funniest man in the place. Her hand on his shoulder and the other on the bend of his arm, her head fell back with her eyes dancing when he whispered in her ear, playfully hitting him with her purse as she called him incorrigible. The man stood on the side, watching her every move. Where had this Lydia come from, could she really have been hiding under the facade she presented at the office. He found himself unable to do anything but follow her around the room from the side, hoping if only for a second she would look his way. When she did his eyes lit up and he would smile and wave, like a little boy with his first crush. Lydia found herself the desire of every man there, barely getting off the dance floor before someone else swept her out. Finally, she was forced to find a table and sit down, her legs feeling as if they were about to fall off of her. She felt him before he spoke, his presence embedded in her mind and psyche from months of watching him from afar. He pulled the chair out beside her and simply took the seat. His arrival made every other gentleman caller for her time disappear. Trying to feign indifference Lydia nodded politely at him before turning to watch the dance floor once more. She waited for it seemed like an eternity for him to speak. Why did he come over if he wasn\'t going to talk to her, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest, certain were it not for the band he would have heard it as well. \"Well you have certainly surprised a lot of people tonight Cinderella.\", his baritone was enough to make her panties damp. \"Cinderella, \" Lydia laughed, \" I am hardly Cinderella, wasn\'t she pretty much a slave to her step sisters and step mother? I would hardly call myself a slave.\" He laughed at her response and nodded, leaning back in the chair putting his arms behind his head, like he was at home in his own personal recliner. Lydia struggled not to look, she knew the outline of his form from every possible angle having looked at him for nearly 6 months from her cubicle, hoping he saw her and praying he didn\'t. To have him this close right now would pretty much be the pinnacle of anything she ever wanted. Wait, no, she wanted more. She wanted him to notice her when she didn\'t go out of her way to be noticed. She felt this sudden nausea overtake her and excused herself quickly. Her heels suddenly the most cumbersome things she could have had on, especially on a marble floor. Much like Cinderella she ran out, her ankles curling under her and her balance questionable with every click of the heels. She made it outside and presented her ticket for her car, and hoped like Cinderella it appeared before Prince Charming did. The valet appeared with her \'pumpkin\' and she slid into the driver\'s seat. Lydia pulled away in a squeal of tires just as he arrived at the passenger door and reached for the handle. Her hot tears stung her skin as she drove back to her apartment. Her hair was a mess from her run, somewhere she had managed to get her shirt untucked and she was doing her best to keep herself together until she got in her own space. The elevator doors showed her just how disheveled she really looked and she dropped her head, unable to look at her own reflection. She practically knocked over the passengers as they exited, unable to get the button pushed fast enough to close the doors and prevent any one else from getting in. Once on her floor she practically ran to her door, slid the key in the lock and pushed through the doorway, kicking off her heels as she did. Her tears came quickly now, heart wrenching sobs that came from someplace deep. Lydia could not explain why she felt the need to do what she did tonight but now she couldn\'t change it. The thought crossed her mind to just quit her job, not wanting to face anyone at the office Monday. Really? How did she think she would ever fit in his world? The mousy girl of the cubicle never had and never would. Walking into her kitchen she poured herself a shot of bourbon and gulped it down quickly, the burn in her throat easing the burn in her mind. Unbuttoning her shirt she walked across her floor and headed for the bath, turning on the handles the water poured out with a force she wished she could cry. Then she could move on and get him out of her head. The steam rose from the tub as she walked into her bedroom once more unzipping her skirt as she did allowing it to fall around her feet and stepping over it. Undoing the garters that held up her hose she slid them off as well leaving her standing in only the dark black panties and the white shirt and bra. She eyed herself in the mirror, her hands running down the front of her body, stopping to feel the rise of her own nipples through the thin material of her bra. Taking her hand lower still to the dampness that still lingered in her groin, one finger sliding under the waist of the panties and into the top of her moist lips. She trembled at her own touch, she should it was all she was used to, having been without sex for nearly 3 years. She stopped her self exploration and headed for the bathroom again, grabbing the highball glass from the dresser as she did. Just as she was about to slip her shirt from her shoulders there was a knock at her door. \"Wrong door I didn\'t order takeout\", Lydia who stood in the entry way yelled to the closed door. The baritone that sounded from the other side made her blood run warm again.\"I am not delivering take out and open this damn door now.\", his tone was gruff and angry, something she had heard at the office when a deadline was approaching and no one seemed to want to work. Lydia approached the door, her voice and her body shaking, \"Look I am okay I just got too hot and a little sick. You don\'t have to come check on me, now go back to the party I am fine.\" \"I am not leaving, not until I see for myself you are okay.\", he bellowed back. She strode to the door and yanked it open, his hair was a mess as if he had run his fingers through it a million times, he really looked, dare she say it concerned. A small smile crossed his lips as she peeked around the door at him, realizing before opening it completely how little she had on. \"See, I am fine, you have done your duty now, you can go.\", Her hands pushing the door to, only to discover his foot was in the way. \"Not so fast,\" His hands grabbed the door and pushed it back sliding through the crack he made, \"what was that all about...\" His voice trailed off as he saw her in her state of undress. Her shirt open, her breasts pushed up and their ivory skin busting at the top of the bra, the black bikini underwear. Lydia raced to pull her shirt together and crouch her body down to cover it before turning and running back to her bathroom.His hand reached out and grabbed her arm before she got away pulling her back against him, his hand brushing the hair away from her cheek as she tried not to look at him. Her small hands pushed on his chest trying to break his hold, the last thing she wanted was his pity. \"Lydia, answer me, what was in your head tonight?? Where did that side of you come from and why did you leave so suddenly.\" She pushed away from him again and shook her head in response, \"Just leave it be Mr. Combs, please. I am putting in my 2 week notice, I will train Judith to do my job until a suitable replacement can be found. \" \"The hell you will,\" His voice thundered through her apartment. To be continued.. ]]> 22a7d25ce5fa0527a6585a9113c00392 posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: Red, her nail polish was what her mother would refer to as […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7377/ Sun, 04 Nov 2012 02:50:44 +0000 Red, her nail polish was what her mother would refer to as harlot red. That deep red that looked like blood when one lifted the brush from the bottle of polish and it dripped from there to the bottle again. She carefully painted each nail, ensuring that the first was dry before moving to the next. A quick coat of clear covering and they were…[Read more]

]]> 8 a45c2e168f2642abfd70d9f1552ddf19 posted an update in the group Your Fantasies: She is a friend, has been one for as long as I can remember. […] https://www.thesexexperiment.com/activity/p/7368/ Thu, 01 Nov 2012 23:59:07 +0000 She is a friend, has been one for as long as I can remember. We have worked together in gas stations, laughing at some of the things we have seen people do. She married a man older than her, he was her first and thus far only. I don’t know exactly when my view of her changed but it did. We have all been hanging out together more as couples, since…[Read more]

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