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  • Briefly Describe your last sexual encounter:
    routine but satisfying I will relate more exciting events
  • My Favorite Toy
    My penis
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    I like to play, Ilike to be touched, and to look and touch
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    she owns them
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    In a Relationship
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    male

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    Voyeurism,I like to watch and be watched. I like to look down and up. I like to bring women to orgasm. I like to be be played with. I like to play with clitorises, and G spots. I like to 69, when she orgasms. I fantasize about remote devices to make her squirm, specially in public places, embarrassment can be a turn on for her, but only after it happens. I like to see women surprised by something they suddenly find stimulating. A quiz game where when asked a question the woman would be remotely stimulated while everyone is watching and expecting an answer. Every one knows what is happening but she is trying to cover it up. Every woman knows when she is asked she will experience something, but can she hold her composure? The tension of each woman's expectation, anxiety, and her fear and excitement could lead to many erections which must be then declared. So the men have concern as well.
    I like watching women on the sybaian machine, I fantasize about having one at a party, and watching the results. Could be a lottery, or a number drawing, so a reluctant woman is brought to unexpected extacy .
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  1. Daring things in public. I had a girlfriend that was quite sexy but private. She wore her collar buttoned and dressed most modestly. While she really liked sex, she was most modest. I came upon a plan whereby like the Arabian nights I would tell her stories. One story was, and this was told while she was laying naked on her back, with me gently stroking her clitoris. I would ask her to close her eyes and focus on the tingling in her clitoris. I would ask her to envision that she was the center of attraction at an erotic function. That she was lying legs spread apart much as she was, but on a cot on a stage, and bright lights were illuminating her love mound and a camera was in close projecting that image on huge screens around the auditorium. I would ask her to look out and see the men with bulges in their pants, some pants even stained with their juices. Others in raincoats, with their hands underneath the coat. Still more with newspapers in their laps. All watching her, and asking her if her clitoris was getting harder and tingling more. Telling her that they could see how excited and wet she was getting. That this was spreading throughout the crowd, did she see the one man that just stood up and ejaculated into the air? Could she see the movement under the newspapers? Could she feel how wet and hard she was getting? Could she see the stir in the crowd as she undulated on the cot, raising her groin up and down, and moaning? Suddenly could she see the men totally losing it, just spirting into the air. Or just standing up with enormous erections and stroking then thrashing them until they just exploded. She would moan thrust her groin up and down and when asked if she could see everybody watching her clitoris and her thrusting, and she would moan “yes” and then she would explode in a moaning screaming orgasm. And then lie back with a smile and look of contentment. She was a simple modest nice girl. With a fire in her belly that needed a venue to be released. Once in that venue, the devil was emancipated and manifested himself. It was magnificent. Then modesty would return, and all would be tranquil.
  2. Daring things in public1. I had a girlfriend that was quite sexy but private. She wore her collar buttoned and dressed most modestly. While she really liked sex, she was most modest. I finally convinced her of the enhancement of riding during the afternoon in the country side if her belly was exposed so that I could enhance the experience by massaging her clitoris. I would place my hand on her belly and find the “little man in the boat” as her clitoris would be bathed in her juices. We would ride along and I would point out things to her as we passed, and we would talk. As we rode and talked it would be increasingly difficult for her to hold a conversation. As her belly rose and fell. She would arch her back and lift her love nest almost to the windows. I would continue the conversation occasionally asking how she felt. When it seemed that her pleasure had reached a certain level, I would simply say, “let it go come, come, come, let it all out” and she would. With much thrusting moaning, sometimes screaming, and just pure pleasure. Some times we would be in the city where traffic was congested. And again it would come to pass that her level of excitement would occur while we were stopped at a traffic light. There would be pedestrians crossing the street, and they would be passing on both sides of the car, moving between our car and the lane next to it. They would be literally inches from her, as in passion and desperation she thrust her love nest up and out while writhing in the pleasure of orgasm. This happened on more than one occasion, always reluctant at first, but enthusiastic at the finish. Just a simple modest girl, with the courage to release the torrent of passion she carried in her belly.
  3. Exhibiting in public. I met a very charming woman. She was a bit plain but quite nice. Finally we went out, it was a Friday night. She lived in an apartment complex, a cluster of buildings perhaps 5 or six stories high set facing each other with balconies for each apartment. We went somewhere did something and then returned to her apartment. I thought I was taking her home, as there had been little encouragement during the date. We got up to her apartment which was several stories up, with a good view, and also overlooked several of the other buildings which were set at angles to each other, enhancing the view and avoiding their being in a line or some other non creative arrangement. A little refreshment, and then what I thought would be a good night kiss. Well I was wrong. One thing quickly led to another, and the clothes seemed to just fall off. I then discovered a different person, the plain girl was now radiating beauty. There are two kinds of beauty that which you see in magazines and that which is real. She seemed to glow. And when she touched me it was pure love nurturing and affection. I have never felt so comfortable in every possible way. The sex that followed was secondary to the total sense of being nurtured. Jumping ahead the date ended on Monday morning. There is a recording in the Bible about the bridegroom coming forth from the bedchamber and rejoicing. To me there are two takes on this one that he had sex, but for me it would be that she accepted me. The total acceptance and nurturing was overwhelming. Being with her made me feel very proud, I felt unique, and very honored. The next evening about dusk I felt very proud and honored, and I wanted to share my joy. All of the time I was with her I encouraged her to remain naked, as I was so taken with the beauty that radiated from her. It was almost like magic. She loved art, and with her rather than viewing a great work of art, I felt that I was in a great work of art. I wanted to share this beauty. It was still light, and I encouraged her to come out on the balcony with me. We stood naked at the rail and I held her stroked her breasts, she held my penis, and I ran my hands over her belly and down into that special spot, where resides a woman’s joy. It was a beautiful moment and I hoped many would see us, I wanted to share the beauty and joy of the moment. There were people about and I don’t know if any saw us, I wanted them to, it was a moment of great pride and joy.
  4. Here is my entry about public places. I had met a very nice girl-woman, and discovered she was indeed a naughty girl. This was a bit confusing as she gave the impression of having a parochial school style of dress. Blouse collar buttoned very appropriate clothing, nothing suggestive. In fact there churned under all of this a furnace of passion. We would go to a movie, where there would be a lot of suggestive touching, and when we reached the car, the gloves came off. We would go to a restaurant and I would play with her under the table. If she sat across from me in a booth I would slip off my shoe and slide my foot up her skirt and see what I could find and stimulate. I even tried a butterfly. Ben wa balls didn’t seem to do it. But the willingness was there. The interesting thing was that she really didn’t go along with what I proposed, but once it started to work, she was most pleased with the result. The only thing I could promote was encouraging her to not wear panties, and then discuss with her how she felt partly exposed. I wanted her to feel vulnerable but safe. I remember a movie called “O”, while I didn’t like the body of the movie as it got into S&M, in the opening scene was a girl being picked up in a Rolls and asked to remove her panties under a mini skirt, she was sitting in the Rolls, on a beautiful soft leather seat. I thought this was very suggestive and erotic. I wanted to direct her attention to her possibility of exposure, as a type of risk taking behavior. It was titillating and kept her mind on that part of her body. The more she is aware and thinks about her bottom, the more titillating just being can become. This was fun and produced some interesting experiences. Just kissing in the car, I could reach up her skirt and I was home. So coming out of the grocery store, once in the car she could experience a finger on her clitoris, right in the parking lot where women and kids are getting in and out of cars, sometimes right next to us. It embarrassed her but it was also a turn on. The naughty behavior was exciting. There were times when with the simulation in the parking she actually came to orgasm. I feel that there is always tension between men and women,, It can be negative or positive. I choose to have it be positive. If it is humiliating and degrading, this is unacceptable. On the other hand if it produces an orgasm, it is positive. I would ask any of the women, if you saw a car in a parking lot with a woman inside clearly enjoying an orgasm, which person would you rather be? The woman inside clearly enjoying a big O , or the woman looking in and making negative judgements. We spent a bit of time going one place or another, and I sort of felt it was (sexually) dead time. So as in the movie “O”, I demanded her panties. As we progressed on our trip I would lift her skirt slide my hand down her belly, between her legs, part her lips and seek her clitoris. This would immediately cause her to utter a startled sound, as it was so sanative. I would suggest that she just look out the window and enjoy the scenery. We would ride along talking about this and that. Then the conversation would diminish. Her facial countenance would change, and there would be some wiggling and thrusting of her body. Clearly some pleasure had expressed itself. In a few moments I would gently begin the process. This cycle could go on for some time. Now to raise the ante, I would, if it was possible, arrive in a congested downtown area, where there was a lot of congestion and traffic lights. Also when we arrived that she was sufficiently stimulated so that she was glowing and there was clearly at least a residual throb. Many times we would be stuck at a traffic light, where pedestrians would be crossing and passing on the front back and both sides of the car. This while she had reached the point of no return, so she would be moaning and arching her back thrusting her groin toward the dash board. This would be clearly visible to any reasonably observant person. Obviously having your love mound thrust into the face of total strangers, is embarrassing, but on reflection stimulating. I would put this on the same plane as little children stealing a piece of candy from the local candy store. They have to work up their courage, spot the piece of candy and then quickly get out of the store. They do It for the rush not because they need the candy, and so it is for stolen orgasms. She is clearly exposed as she thrusts up, my hand would guide the observer to her bush, and she can see them looking at it, while experiencing an orgasm enhanced by the release of adrenalin. Not for the faint of hart. Like going on a powered roller coaster, or skiing down the advance slope, terrifying going in but something to brag about when you finish. The only difference being I don’t think she called her friends and bragged my boy friend got me off in the middle of a traffic jam, with people looking in the window. Clearly this worked for her. When I demanded her panties, she would procrastinate, but when I touched her she was quite wet. I guess it was a lot like bungee jumping, there is apprehension before the jump, but they come back and do it again. So in conclusion, an orgasm in the middle of the street, with pedestrians looking in, rates pretty high on the public sex scale. Perhaps I should specify that this was done in daylight as well as evening. My feeling is that pushing it any farther could involve the police To the best of my memory all of this is true. Enjoy!
  5. THE PARTY The best-laid schemes An invitation was sent out to a discrete group of people for a special party. It was made clear that this was an opportunity for erotic experiences. The price was $300.00 per couple, and included food, drink and other unspecified treats. The invitation specified a dress code. Men were to wear a suit or sport coat. Women were to wear a medium to long dress with a full, no slim fitted skirts. Also, the women were to wear no underwear that joined the legs together. This is much in the old traditions of the pantaloons, where women were prohibited from wearing any type of under garment that joined in the center. Traditionally the pantaloons allowed free and unobstructed access to her genital area. In short, if she wore no panties, she would qualify. If she insisted in wearing stockings a garter belt would be permitted, as long as the center was in no way obstructed. Further, the invitation specified that designated women would be present to ensure that the dress code was adhered to. The rumor was, and it was only a rumor, that the floor had been fitted with air jets of sufficient force to lift the skirt of one that stood over it over the head of the wearer. These jets were reportedly placed in places where the woman would be using her hands so she would be at the mercy of the air jet. Again rumor was that the jets were able to be triggered in a number of ways, so that others passing over them would not grantee safe passage for the next person. This caused quite a stir in the community, the men were excited and the women apprehensive and or titillated. Getting many to go caused some effort. In the end most invited accepted, as it was being known as the place to be, it quickly became an “in” event. A large mansion that had been converted for catering was the venue site. It was beautiful and elegantly decorated. Also it had a long drive and was somewhat discrete. The nature of the event generated on going excitement about what was really going to happen, there were off the wall rumors, which excited the men and further again titillated and caused further apprehension amongst the women. But the men were in their glory, it was universally accepted that this would be a banner night for them. So the night of the event finally came. As the guests arrived, the security people indicated that there was a separate entrance for the women, as everybody knew, they had to be inspected. There was a second door for the men, so they could just go straight in. So the women were dropped off at their door so they could be “inspected” , and the men hurried to their door, so they could get a quick drink, which they deserved after putting up with all this nonsense. When they entered the door for men, as soon as the door shut they were met by two large no nonsense black women, they did not smile, they handed each man a cardboard box, and were told to put their pants and underwear in the box, and attach the portion of the invitation that bore their name. These women answered no questions, simply telling them to put the clothes in the box, and get in line. Any questions were met with the response to be quiet and get in line. Many grumbled that they felt they were back in the army. The women were every bit a drill Sargent. The line progressed along a wall and then turned. I recall when I went for a draft physical that such a line existed. When I turned the corner there was a guy with what looked like a butcher block. He pulled my arm down on it, stuck in a needle and took a blood sample. The wall was to shield us from what was to come until the last minute. The guy put a bandage on my inner arm, and told me to sit down in the row of chairs. The guy next to me, nudged me, and said “ hey that MF just stuck a needle in me” , I think the inference was that we should go get him, not on you life in a military post, I would still be there in the brig. Meanwhile the line of men progressed. As they turned the corner, another “top Sargent” took the box, and gave them a receipt. They then encountered what appeared to be a nurse. She first inspected them to be sure they were wearing nothing below the waist but shoes and socks. A second technician wearing disposable gloves grasped the next phallus and inserted a pellet in the urethra, and told them to sit over there, and massage their penis until it became erect and hard. The pellet contained a chemical combination that guaranteed an immediate erection. Another technician, all of them in scrub suits patrolled the chairs. When she observed that he was sufficiently erect, he was told to go through the door. Once through the door he found himself at the party. His wife spotted him and came over and grasped him by his penis. She informed him that she was to lead him by his penis and find a woman with her husband that she didn’t know. She was then to introduce her husband to the strange woman, handing her his penis, and saying I would like you to meet my husband, and the other woman was to comment positively on the quality of his erection, the wife was then to comment on the pleasure it gave her, and how much she enjoyed having in inside of her . She was then to turn to the woman’s husband grasp his penis and introduce herself, and comment positively on the quality of his erection and enquire of the wife how it felt in her. They were to engage in pleasantries for a minute or two, with each woman holding the penis of the other woman’s husband. After a specified length of time, she was to again grasp his penis, and lead him to find another woman she did not know and repeat the process. After that was completed, she had seek out a third wife, this time it could be someone she knew, however the protocol remained the same. The same introduction had to be made and the questions asked and answered. In all of this the husband was not to speak. After the third introduction, the couple was free to join the party. There was food and drink and some games. One game involved a group of couples sitting around a round table the wife was then to read a short piece of literature, that was printed in large type so as to be easy to read. In order to participate the wife had to be fitted with a small “sensor” which was inserted into her vagina by a female technician, and held in place by a simple elastic belt with a strap that went from front to back, and was secured with velcro. The game consisted of each woman having to read a fairly simple text. Each woman in turn had to read her piece, and there were to be four rounds. Each piece was of increasing difficulty. Any error incurred a penalty, requiring her to read another piece. Like certain sports, there was a penalty. In some sports one has to make a shot from a greater distance, in this case, another difficulty was introduced. When the game started the first wife was to stand and read the assigned piece. As she started to read the “sensor” placed in her would begin to stimulate her, but only to a point where it was barely noticeable. The reading progressed around the table. Those failing were asked to read a penalty piece. This time the stimulation was increased. When the penalty round was completed, the second round began. A more difficult passage, and a higher level of stimulation. Again penalties were accessed and a third round was started. With this round, the basic stimulation from the first round was turned on for all contestants, and when their turn came their stimulation was increased to the new level. In each succeeding round the text was increased and the basic simulation was increased one notch. Of course the prize went to the last woman standing. For the attendees those that received more than four penalties would have their stimulation level turned on to the maximum and left on. The reaction of those people to the increased stimulation and their reaction to it and the sounds they uttered, would become an additional distraction to those still in play. For those not playing that game there was the sybian experience. When each woman entered she was given a number. Confidentially a watch was kept for a woman that was quite expressive, who squealed, and reacted very emotionally, with oos and ass. The Sybian machine is the ultimate in female satisfaction. It is mounted like a exercise horse. And is equipped with a phallic projection and a clitoral nub. It has a powerful motor and once seated the woman’s feet are suspended in the air. The phallic projection is capable of considerable variation in motion and the nub is also adjustable. Once mounted and the machine is invoked the result is inevitable. The woman will experience incredible pleasure ending in an explosive orgasm. The machine can be mounted without removing the dress or skirt, so modesty is preserved. So now the Sybian experience is announced. Since the first client has been selected, her number is called, and she is encouraged to have a seat. A stool has been placed to enable her to mount it. She drapes her dress over it and positions the vertical projection and settles in. The stool is removed and the machine starts. The operator adjusts the machine for optimal operation. Close observation will show the client appearing to tolerate the machine, the process is sometimes slow and there is a tendency in women not to show succumbing as it is embarrassing. So watching her face can be quite titillating as her body writhes, but as she resists and the process can be quite a turn on as you can see her resolve weakening, as this occurs she will smile and make quite a few gestures to cover what is happening, eventually the machine will prevail, and she will look sort of stunned. Her mind is losing out to the throb in her loins. This can be very stimulating to watch. As the fire in her loins prevails and all pretense of control is lost an explosive orgasm is produced. Depending on the client, some women want their breasts held or manipulated. They may want to remove their top. She may scream and want all her clothes off, or fall forward in ecstacy. When she has completed her course she will be removed and her husband will then join with her in carnal bliss. A plastic prophylactic cover is fitted, and the next number is called. At this point it might be well to look back and see how this party was conceived. A few hedonistic couples thought it might be fun to have a HOOT and sort of shake to town up. They met a few times and decided to invest in doing it. At this point there was some division. The men wanted to smoke their cigars and drink their whiskey and watch a show of women be titillated by various games and devices. One older man commented that perhaps this would kick up Bessie a notch or two. The women however had a different thought. Most women unless they are totally flat chested realize that maintaining their figures requires maintenance. Breasts must be restrained, while the most obvious female manifestation, they flop and are with them 24-7 they also bounce while jogging, and bras can cut into shoulders, . While meeting a man, their faces are scarcely noticed as the glazes are directed at their chests and below. While they want to be attractive, they find them selves objects, and get little in return. They go to the beach and a man looks at them and they see a bulge in his pants. Is it an erection or a sweet potato? They have their wares on display all the time, while with men it disappears until called upon. Men have low maintenance and women have high maintenance. They wanted parity. They thought of the days of yesteryear when bold knights rode in on horseback with spears and jousting poles held erect sporting flags. How could they obtain this? They wanted a party with flags flying high, where men were men and it was obvious. They also wanted the men to be seen as objects, instead of look at the set on her, look at the rod on him. Also the side talk, boy I would like to bang her, to boy I would like to ride that rod. How could this happen? They came up with an answer. One of them was connected with a pharmaceutical company that was experimenting with a new erection pill. While not ready for market, it did produce instantaneous erections that lasted for some duration. Then they thought of the introduction protocol, where the man was led by an erect phallus to another woman and presented as a sexual object to her. He was forbidden to speak. The dialogue was carefully crafted so as to present him as a sexual entity, much the same a breasts are. His phallus was presented to an other woman, who then rendered a positive judgement, and then inquired as to the satisfaction it gave the possessor. Was it good inside? Did it provide you with pleasure? Did it fill you up? Did he have sufficient fluids. How did it taste? They rather imagined a conversation like this. This is my husband (presenting his phallus to her hand) My what a firm one, does it feel good inside. Oh indeed, and he has such stamina, and his fluids abound. It satisfies me for hours, and his juices are quite sweet to the taste. The presenter then would comment on the husband of the wife she was speaking to. And him? He too feels firm, does he satisfy you? Well he doesn’t have the stamina of yours, but as a young child he had a toilet seat dropped on it, and it gave him a slight scar, this scar is in such a place that it hits something inside me that makes me crazy, I go into ecstacy for hours and my contractions drain him dry. The conversation between the women could be about a pork roast, it is women talk. It continues, that sounds fascinating, do you like Itallian? If you give mine garlic his tastes like an ante pasta. Sounds fascinating, why don’t we get together some evening and partake of these delicacies? Sounds good I never had any sweet, I’ll get some garlic, my house or yours? They hoped that this would bring, at least for the moment parity, as the men were not people, merely erections, for all to see and judge. Let us now return to the party. The selected woman for the Sybian has reacted as hoped, well more than hoped. She loved it and started shrieking like the shower scene form the Hitchcock movie. She ripped off all of her clothes and proclaimed that she had found her true love, refusing to leave the machine and called upon her attorney to get he squatters rights. She had to be removed by security and was secured in a back room where for the rest of the evening she could be heard screaming about being deprived of her true love. This brought about a rush to the machine. The intention had been that after the experience the respective husband would then join her in carnal bliss. The reality was quite different. The next couple of women got the desired effect, and discovered new things about themselves. In fact many women went from a small lower case “o” to a bold upper class “O”. A woman down the line “discovered” her true hedonism, rendered her garments and surged out into the party displaying her naked body for all to admire. When offered her husband for the culmination of the experience, she like a woman buying sausage at the butchers, said “ I want the big one over there” pointing to another guest. Rushing to his side she said”Fuck me here and now and forever”. This changed the tone of the party, the language did not suit the occasion. Meanwhile over at the game table, the players were having some unique insights. First many of them were experiencing things of which they had never imagined, much less experienced, again lower case “o” were becoming upper case “O”. When called upon to read the next card, they would reply bla bla bla, maximum please. The feeling was to hell with the prize, turn up the buzzer. When the game finished, the inserts were left on maximum. Meanwhile the introductions ran into a problem that Amazon has been working on for years. Too much handling of the merchandise. While the dialog was supposed to go something like this, this is my husband, and hand her his phallus, there was one hand or hand off too many. While she received his phallus in her hand, many received his manhood on their clothes. The conversation got slightly altered from “it seems firm, how does it feel in you? to it seems firm and I can see it works, can he ever get it in you?” This rather spoiled the illusion, after a few of these incidents, some spoiled clothes, guys walking around looking like wet noodles, the introductions were dropped. Now there had been a rumor that the floor contained air jets that would blow up the skirts of the unwary, revealing their most precious and private parts. This was just a rumor, nothing more. However quite a few of the women had taken this seriously. At some expense they had purchased petticoats that when lifted by a blast of air would resemble a flower with their love nest as the center, the petticoat would display them beautifully. Also they had spent considerable time at the hairdresser, not for their head but for their pubic hair. This group spent considerable time attempting to locate the air jets. Since there were none, this was an unrewarding task. No one knows how, but a radiator was located in the ballroom. It had pipes and one can only assume that in some way it was broken from the floor and when discovered the pipes were covered with expectant women hoping for a blast of air. There was also a water cooler in the same room, since water was piped in to it, mysteriously it too was dislodged, leaving the copper feed pipe spewing water on the ballroom floor. A couple of desperate women assumed this was some kind of water toy such as they had at home and they were squatting over it hoping it would work like the toy at home. Thankfully, only cold water came from the pipe or there could have been some interesting scalds. Meanwhile back at the Sybian machine things had gotten out of hand. Several women wanted to buy it. Some were on their cell phones attempting to buy one. So an ad hoc auction was held which raised enough money to replace the now ruined ballroom floor, which needed to be totally replaced. In the meantime a older man had slipped and fallen on the water and suffered a broken hip. In the days that followed, there was a rumor of the formation of a clandestine swinging swapping group. Apparently the excitement of the party worked some of the women up to a sort of erotic stupor, later at the women’s club they could vaguely remember faces, and something memorable in their hand. Sometimes at a meeting they would think they recognized someone, and say “I think I once met your husband” but rather that shaking her hand, they held out their hand as though to receive something in it. There were several divorces, and several of the older men died in bed and their wives, from their estates took island cruses and returned with young virile appearing husbands. There is a suggestion that Bessie got kicked up a notch too much. o' mice an' men Gang aft agley,
  6. Here is my entry about public places. I had met a very nice girl-woman, and discovered she was indeed a naughty girl. This was a bit confusing as she gave the impression of having a parochial school style of dress. Blouse collar buttoned very appropriate clothing, nothing suggestive. In fact there churned under all of this a furnace of passion. We would go to a movie, where there would be a lot of suggestive touching, and when we reached the car, the gloves came off. We would go to a restaurant and I would play with her under the table. If she sat across from me in a booth I would slip off my shoe and slide my foot up her skirt and see what I could find and stimulate. I even tried a butterfly. Ben wa balls didn’t seem to do it. But the willingness was there. The interesting thing was that she really didn’t go along with what I proposed, but once it started to work, she was most pleased with the result. The only thing I could promote was encouraging her to not wear panties, and then discuss with her how she felt partly exposed. I wanted her to feel vulnerable but safe. I remember a movie called “O”, while I didn’t like the body of the movie as it got into S&M, in the opening scene was a girl being picked up in a Rolls and asked to remove her panties under a mini skirt, she was sitting in the Rolls, on a beautiful soft leather seat. I thought this was very suggestive and erotic. I wanted to direct her attention to her possibility of exposure, as a type of risk taking behavior. It was titillating and kept her mind on that part of her body. The more she is aware and thinks about her bottom, the more titillating just being can become. This was fun and produced some interesting experiences. Just kissing in the car, I could reach up her skirt and I was home. So coming out of the grocery store, once in the car she could experience a finger on her clitoris, right in the parking lot where women and kids are getting in and out of cars, sometimes right next to us. It embarrassed her but it was also a turn on. The naughty behavior was exciting. There were times when with the simulation in the parking she actually came to orgasm. I feel that there is always tension between men and women,, It can be negative or positive. I choose to have it be positive. If it is humiliating and degrading, this is unacceptable. On the other hand if it produces an orgasm, it is positive. I would ask any of the women, if you saw a car in a parking lot with a woman inside clearly enjoying an orgasm, which person would you rather be? The woman inside clearly enjoying a big O , or the woman looking in and making negative judgements. We spent a bit of time going one place or another, and I sort of felt it was (sexually) dead time. So as in the movie “O”, I demanded her panties. As we progressed on our trip I would lift her skirt slide my hand down her belly, between her legs, part her lips and seek her clitoris. This would immediately cause her to utter a startled sound, as it was so sanative. I would suggest that she just look out the window and enjoy the scenery. We would ride along talking about this and that. Then the conversation would diminish. Her facial countenance would change, and there would be some wiggling and thrusting of her body. Clearly some pleasure had expressed itself. In a few moments I would gently begin the process. This cycle could go on for some time. Now to raise the ante, I would, if it was possible, arrive in a congested downtown area, where there was a lot of congestion and traffic lights. Also when we arrived that she was sufficiently stimulated so that she was glowing and there was clearly at least a residual throb. Many times we would be stuck at a traffic light, where pedestrians would be crossing and passing on the front back and both sides of the car. This while she had reached the point of no return, so she would be moaning and arching her back thrusting her groin toward the dash board. This would be clearly visible to any reasonably observant person. Obviously having your love mound thrust into the face of total strangers, is embarrassing, but on reflection stimulating. I would put this on the same plane as little children stealing a piece of candy from the local candy store. They have to work up their courage, spot the piece of candy and then quickly get out of the store. They do It for the rush not because they need the candy, and so it is for stolen orgasms. She is clearly exposed as she thrusts up, my hand would guide the observer to her bush, and she can see them looking at it, while experiencing an orgasm enhanced by the release of adrenalin. Not for the faint of hart. Like going on a powered roller coaster, or skiing down the advance slope, terrifying going in but something to brag about when you finish. The only difference being I don’t think she called her friends and bragged my boy friend got me off in the middle of a traffic jam, with people looking in the window. Clearly this worked for her. When I demanded her panties, she would procrastinate, but when I touched her she was quite wet. I guess it was a lot like bungee jumping, there is apprehension before the jump, but they come back and do it again. So in conclusion, an orgasm in the middle of the street, with pedestrians looking in, rates pretty high on the public sex scale. Perhaps I should specify that this was done in daylight as well as evening. My feeling is that pushing it any farther could involve the police To the best of my memory all of this is true. Enjoy!
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    I find porn degrading to women because it is geared to men. I would love to see women orgasm, I see in the amateur feeds women truly enjoying themselves. I rarely see this in commercial porn. I don't fault the women in the business, they make good money. There is a large market out there of women that would like to see women truly being satisfied. Why does almost every scene need to end with his pulling it out and then getting himself off in her face. It sets a poor example to girls and young women. What makes women hot? I mean those that watch. Make the watchers hot to trot and the men will buy the porn. Turn on the women and the men will follow. .
  8. As a teenager I was obsessed with my penis. I masturbated daily to maintain my sanity. The throb in my penis was everything. I had a friend, the son of a lawyer, who had a new car and we went places together. He was much more militant than I in seeking sex from women, in fact he was obsessed, to the point I am not sure he may have done things against the will of some girls. He and another friend would scrounge up some girls and invite me along. I really didn’t like any of this as it was coercive and I didn’t really like any port in a storm. But he was very forceful in his quest. They would have parties and I would go, but never participate with who they scrounged up. He also worked in animal care, and part of his job was to watch the facility on certain nights. Basically it was just to sleep there, just in case. He asked me to stay with him a couple of times so I agreed. We got there and he did what he had to do, and then settled in. Immediately the conversation turned to sex. He had been to camp and reported that they had, as he called it, circle jerks. Basically a bunch of guys would get together, when the counselors were busy and masturbate, it was a bravado show and tell, they were too young to get women so they did manly things. He suggested we should try this. I was not comfortable, as I in general felt guilty about masturbation. He was quite insistent, and we wrestled a bit. He finally got me to remove my pants and underwear. I was quite uncomfortable, but he insisted. His plan was that we would each rub the other person. He encouraged me to take his phallus in my hand. It was quite firm and hard. He then reached over and grasped me. Quickly I firmed up. Again feeling quite un easy. As it progressed I could feel him getting harder and harder, and also noticed that I too was getting harder, and noticed that I was feeling a bit of a throb. I could feel his penis getting increasingly harder, as was mine and I could sense the throbbing in his penis as well as mine. Eventually my awareness descended to the area of the throbbing. I could feel this in his penis as well. My consciousness of the circumstances faded, and the throbbing took over. I was in a fairy land where the only thing that existed was the wonderful feeling which was exponentially increasing. Finally we both exploded, I believe I hit the wall across the room. I returned to reality, I could not ignore the excellence of the experience. The experience of feeling what I had just experienced while holding another’s phallus was extraordinary. It greatly enhanced my experience. But I had no emotional feelings for him, clearly I would have preferred to be with a girl, but this is what was available and it had been good. I had no illusions of a sexual relationship with him or any other man. I was aware of my daily needs, and from time to time the scenario got repeated. In fact on a couple of occasions I initiated them. I came to the conclusion that this was merely and extinction of my masturbation, but an enhanced experience. After a while I went off to school and I saw little of him. Some time after I had graduated, I ran across him in a store. He had married. His wife was quite bright having been accepted by several very good colleges, and was very particular. She wanted everything just so, and no other way. She was tall and slim with an acceptable figure. She was well dressed, with everything buttoned up, she was conservative, and dressed in a modest way. He had not changed, they had problems about sex. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. He once confided to me that if he was nice to her that he “got more”. I was invited to their home, and became a regular there. But you could feel the tension. He spoke of pussy, cunts, cock etc. She was not comfortable with this language. I tried to convince him that you could get more with sugar than vinegar, but he continued. He always spoke openly of sex and suggested that I should bring a girl around. At the time I was not seeing anyone. But the innuendoes were clearly there. One night he produced a deck of cards, and suggested we all (the three of us) play strip poker. I expected an explosion, but without protest she agreed. I was dumbfounded, and felt very awkward. My feelings about sharing partners are not good. It always comes to a bad end, exhibitionism, nudity but not sharing. Well there I was, sitting across the table from his wife. He was so excited and beedy eyed, like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store. He thought he had pulled off a master stroke. So there I sat. With her across from me. The cards were dealt and the game began. I don’t recall the exact sequence but some won hands and some lost. I recall sitting shirtless across from her. She had lost a sweater, and he skirt. So she sat with a blouse and half slip. He was practically salivating, and the play went on. Eventually she lost her blouse. Throughout all of this she remained calm and engaged in normal conversation. She was very competitive and in her work always got promoted for outstanding performance. So in the game, she entered right in, insisting the rules be followed, and chiding him if he made an error. She was a player, much more than him. As the game progressed, she lost her blouse. So now I was sitting across from his wife wearing only a bra, and a half slip, and presumably panties under it. She did not change, the game progressed. Again the sequence escapes me, perhaps I lost my trousers, but eventually she had a losing hand. She reached behind her back, undid the catch and the bra was off. She smiled a bit but no other reaction. The hands were dealt and the game progressed. He was so excited he could hardly contain himself. Again in time she had a losing hand and the slip came off. By now I was very uncomfortable, I am sitting across from someone’s wife who is now only wearing panties. It had been my thought that she would bring things to a halt before this, but the game progressed. In time she again had a poor hand so this was it. She stood up, and slid her panties off. She was now standing in front of me completely naked. She was well kept very clean and her pubic hair was not altered, there was no noticeable trimming or shaving. She was a very desirable woman. Soon after I too lost my underwear, and I don’t know what he lost, or perhaps in his excitement he conceded. Now what? He was now in high gear, the party was retired to the bedroom..Uncomfortable does not describe my feelings at this point. Once in the bedroom it was decreed that she would get me off for openers. We got on to the bed, and she reached down and took my penis in her hand and started to massage it. I reached over and massaged her breasts and slid my hand down her stomach and between her legs. As she stroked my penis it began to swell and then throb, as it throbbed, my misgivings began to melt away. Eventually my mind blurred and my senses shifted to my now throbbing phallus. Soon I was able to abandon whatever thoughts I might have had about anything, and enjoy having an attractive woman bring me to orgasm. Which she did, which reached the opposing wall. When I returned to reality, I again reached down her belly, through the slit and to her clitoris. At this point I was relieved of duty and her husband, inserted himself, both literally and physically. After the conclusion of their part we dressed and I left. I had then some thoughts about what would come of this, by this I mean would she bear me any ill? It was a day or two before I saw them again. He was still excited and wanted me to get someone to bring over, so we could repeat the whole thing. She was just herself. But I did notice when she sat down on the sofa, she would sit very close with good body contact. Also when I was there if she was dressing she made no effort to cover herself. She never spoke of it again. And he constantly spoke of it. In retrospect, what I think is that she welcomed not being coerced, in being able to just be herself, and enjoy a bit of sexuality without pressure. I think she enjoyed it. For me it was another opportunity for me to experience no guilt, and have a good orgasm. It was a good learning experience, and a good experience, but not something I would want to extend. Things like that are exciting, but are like running in a minefield. You just never know what you might step on. I hope this little tale has brought a throb to your respective penises and clitorises, it has brought a throb to mine in relating it. It is true only the names were changed to protect the innocent.
  9. When I was a little kid, like seven or eight, when I was late or in a hurry and worried about the outcome of something, something would happen. I would get this pulsing in my penis sort of contractions, but they felt good, really good. I could not understand them and they only happened under stress. I didn’t know what to make of it and I could not bring it on other than when I was anxious. When I was twelve I was obsessed with my penis, I didn’t know what to do about it, but I knew something had to be done. I would soak It in hot water, in cold water and other things. Nothing worked. One day while in the bathroom while my parents were out, I remembered someone suggesting that rubbing it could help. So I tried it. I began to grasp it and stroke it. As I did so it became quite rigid, and a sort of numb feeling came over it. I kind of liked the feeling so I continued. As I progressed it began to throb, which I liked even more. I also began to feel strange, sort of disconnected from reality. The feeling and throbbing increased. Now I grew up in a very religious family, and spiritual things and death were taken seriously. I began to wonder if I was having some kind of religious experience, and not a good one. Was I approaching death? The feeling of disassociation and throbbing increased, until suddenly I shot something out of the end of my penis and hit the far wall. I thought in terror that my soul had exited my body through the end of my penis. I was terrified, I thought I was dying. So much for religious training. I crawled back to my bed and shook. I felt very guilty of something, but I didn’t know what. I finally got to sleep, and the next day pondered what had happened. I did not feel good about it or the “consequences” that could follow. I reflected and while terrified, also wanted to repeat the experience. Which I did. The problem was I “knew “ I was doing something “wrong” and the more I did it, the more guilty I felt. Mine was not a family where sex existed, if I twas spoken of, and it was, it was done very awkwardly. So if I was discovered it would not go well. But I did continue with the practice, and shared my experience with some friends, which I don’t think were able to, because of their youth, understand or appreciate. While the experience was magnificent, I was not able to fully embrace it. In fact to this day, I have a certain reluctance to be too open. This has cost me, as a later girlfriend once remarked after a particularly close and stimulating dance that was pure sex. Rather than seizing the opportunity, I denied it and made some other excuse. I killed a golden opportunity. I could not reveal to her my true feelings, as somewhere inside I knew to admit to them would be an admission to something unacceptable. This even when she brought it up. I would like to move my experience to another place. Much later I met a wonderful girl, she was a schoolteacher, and an artist. While a scholar she was not imperious to the desires of the flesh. We frequently made love in her father’s living room. On several occasions when lovemaking was progressing, she would ask me to stop. I was concerned that in some way I had hurt or injured her. She would only say too much, too much. Upon reflection I wonder if she too was feeling the intense onset of orgasm, and it frightened her, as it had me. I would like to ask her, but we parted and she married an artist and then died of cancer at a very young age. A terrible loss to the world, she was truly a remarkable person. While not something that is generally approved, little girls play together. I do not think it a terrible thing if in their playing and exploring they discover certain things and with someone they trust experience the first manifestations of pleasure. Little girls trust one another, and what better way to open the door. I do not think lesbian relations will develop, if there is no predisposition to that. I had a friend that was lost, and a lesbian group helped her but she did not adopt their life style. It was for her most helpful. Most men are far to predatory to help in such situations. If a woman knows through others or self exploration, what is possible, she is better equipped to live in a heterosexual world My 2 cents.
  10. You do indeed have beautiful breasts. I call them breasts be cause they deserve respect, tits is not respectful of something so beautiful. They deserve respect and should be displayed. However what I see is beauty clouded by modesty and embarrassment. It’s all right to be embarrassed, as that only heightens the excitement of showing your beauty to the world. You want to show your beauty because of the flame of lust and desire in your belly, you want to share it with the world. You want penises to rise and pulses to quicken, just as you felt when you revealed your self. That did feel good, didn’t it. But also a bit naughty? If I were to invite you to see my roses, and you came over and I showed you a beautiful rose bush with only rose buds, you would ask, “when can I see the roses?” When I said “next week”. You would want to comeback and see them in their full glory. Your breasts are like the roses, they should be shown in their full glory. What you showed was a magnificent gesture, but it was clouded by thought and doubt. You must look to the throb in your loins for inspiration, that is why you revealed them, and it should be what supports their being shown in their full magnificence. It is hard to do this when the mind is clouded with thoughts or questions. The gesture came not from intellectual thought, but from passion and fire. You wanted me to feel the throb in my penis that you felt in your loins when you conceived the picture. Therefore you must give the roses room to display, remove the vestiges of cover, and nurture them to bloom in their full glory. How is this accomplished? I have had some awkward moments, when I was revealed in what I felt were uncomfortable circumstances. I will go into this at another time. Once my member was held in a caring manner, and I became aware of the flush in it and the throb began, all uncomfortableness vanished, and I was with it in the moment. I submit this to you. Position your self comfortably, position the camera so it has a good view, remove visual impediments to their view. Now you must condition yourself to the popper mood for the roses to bloom. I would suggest address the source of your pleasure, either with an appropriate toy or person. Toys are nice but they lack intuition. A trusted person is far more appropriate. If I were that person I would regard the clitoris as a small penis, I would flush it out from it’s hiding place with my tongue and then suck it fully out with my lips, and holding it with my lips give it a lashing with my tongue. It had been my experience that this is very stimulating, thousands of delicate nerve ends exposed and tickled. It is almost more than a woman can endure, so intense it may be frightening, Here it is important for you to feel that squirming or moving about is not possible, you are trapped. This causes the flow of adrenalin, which produces additional excitement, which rises to a peak where there is nothing but a blur, Resistance is futile, orgasm is inevitable. In this moment the roses will be in full bloom, and you will want to share them with the world. If all three TV networks were there, you would gladly share this precious moment with them, you are letting your passion out into the universe. The pictures would be magnificent. I once had a friend, and while massaging her clitoris I would tell her stories. She was quite modest, and would never think of being exposed. She had great reservations. In my tale I would ask her to imagine that she was on a stage, and bright lights were being focused on her love mound, and TV cameras were displaying the closeup to the entire audience. I would ask her to look out into the audience and see the men with bulges in their pants, or wet spots on their pants. The men holding up newspapers, to hide their erect members which they were fervently stroking. Occasionally spirting into the air. As I related the story, This shy and modest girl-woman would respond to the rhetoric and her belly would start to heave, and her clitoris enlarge. I would point out various men that had lost it. Opening their pants and madly thrashing their members in tune to her squirming and obvious excitement. She would in fact become part of the story, ending in a magnificent orgasm. I hold this out to all who read this, do not be concerned with thoughts of “what if?”, do not do anything that is hurtful or demeaning of another. But be truthful to yourself, you came to this site because of the flame, do not diminish it, let it flare before the world. I once dated a magnificent woman with a beautiful body. She lived in an apartment with a balcony. Just being with her was a privilege, so I would encourage her to come out on the balcony with both of us nude, I wanted the world to see me with her, it was for me an honor. I don’t know or care if anybody saw us, for me it was the gesture. For any body that questions about how she felt, the date went on for several days. An other topic, faces of women in orgasm, what say you? Worth a thought?
  11. Erotic things, being touched, my penis, seeing women climax, exciting women, seeing what will make my penis throb next

  12. 1st Place $50 Gift Card Winner! My wife and I check into a nice hotel in a pleasant place. The hotel prominently posts signs that all rooms have television. By this I mean all rooms are completely covered by tv cameras. So once you enter the room, everything and every room is covered by a camera a and can be watched by any other room in the hotel. But only the other rooms, not in public places. Also each room can dial any of the cameras in the other rooms. So in any moment you can watch or be watched. There is no indication of who is watching or being watched. It is the ultimate in voyeurism, watching and being watched. This hotel provides all matter of titillation, sort of like fishing, you can watch, and see nothing, or watch and see something interesting. But you will never know how it will work out. Just watching and speculating, could become so stimulating that we don’t care what happened in the room we are watching. The mental process and expectations could in and of themselves be more stimulating than any thing we might see. There would be a provision for a room, if they wanted to put on a show, could permit their activity to be seen in the public rooms. I have been in hotels in the past where you could clearly hear what was going on in the next room, and it was quite exciting.
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