Dearest X,

It has been sort of a dry spell (though never, ever dry down there, I promise!) so your dare was a perfect little change to the routine. I was a little nervous about another one of your technology dares – that phone number you had me set up was not exactly a roaring success if you recall – but it turned out to be very easy and so far a lot of fun.

I won’t tell you the site I put my profile up on – coy little me! – but yes I used a few of those sexy photos my husband took last year. Not my face for now, but a couple with me bending over and my curvy little ass in the air, and then a couple of me in this sexy, sheer lingerie. They also have it where you put photos in a private gallery that only people who you give permission can see, and I put some naughtier ones in there. Me with a finger in my pussy, and then one from my neck down to my little red-painted toes with my legs spread and my pussy noticeably wet.

There are obviously a lot more men than women on this site which I guess is no surprise. I said on my profile that I was interested in men, women, and couples, and I got dozens of messages on the first day, all men except for a few couples who wanted to share me (tempting!). I chatted with some of them and although photos of men with hard cocks isn’t normally my thing, after seeing one after another you do get a little dizzy! You were also right that there are a surprising number of secretly mouthwatering me in this town. Yes, I put the correct town because I was curious to see what I would find. I haven’t seen anybody I recognize – yet. I was also looking through some of the women’s profiles, which got me hot. You’ll laugh, but mostly I found myself looking at younger women with big tits! Really original I know, but thinking of having some of those tits all to myself really got me turned on, and I think my biggest fantasy right now is probably to have two other women at the same time. Greedy me.

I haven’t done the video chat yet, but I probably will soon. I did have two really intense experiences, though. One was with one of these big-titted girls. Her photos were what attracted my attention – they looked like they’d been done by a professional, and when I started chatting with her she told me that they had been taken by her ex-boyfriend. She was single now and wanted to try some new experiences. She was REALLY cute and told me she’d had a woman once before, which was a great experience and the first time she had ever licked pussy, which she loved. So naturally I opened my private album so she could see mine! This was all getting me really excited and I had pushed my skirt up to my hips and moved my underwear aside so I could fondle myself, and everything she was writing, and her photos, just made me so, so wet. We chatted for about twenty minutes. By the end I was pinching my nipples and writing some very naughty things. As soon as I went offline I came fast almost without touching myself again, which is about unheard of for me.

The other interesting encounter was with this really young guy – 23 – but who was funny and intelligent and not even undressed in his main photo. It showed his face, and he was tan and clean cut, but with this mischievous look in his eye. After we’d chatted for a while I was almost dying for him to ask me to open my private album. I wanted to show myself to him – that was a big turn-on, and I wanted to really turn him on too. He opened his first, though, without my asking, and my god! Again, huge cocks have never particularly excited me, but these were just beautiful photos, and I couldn’t stop looking at them. I told him that too, and I opened my private album. He got really turned on and we started having what I guess you’d call virtual sex. I even took off my clothes and lay down on the bed with my computer so I could really fondle myself. I told him I loved looking at him and that I wanted his cock inside me. I told him I wanted to suck it and see how far I could take it into my mouth, and then I told him when I came. I felt incredibly naughty and (I’ll admit it) particularly delicious. He actually sent me his phone number so we could meet up. I haven’t called, of course, but who knows. Whatever happens, thanks for the dare, and I promise to let you know when I have more online adventures.

Big, sloppy kiss,

Me

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Sexy, sexy woman,

I’m as obsessed by you as I’ve always been. It’s been awhile since your last e-mail, but in the meantime I’ve been keeping very busy: imagining you touching yourself with blind need as the days grow warmer, imagining your body splayed for other bodies, your lips finding warm breasts, finding large and sleek cocks to wrap themselves around – and I’ve been taking off my clothes too, in wild excitement, imagining you right there in the mirror with me. How dirty has your mind been lately? I’m dying to know.

I don’t know if your husband is still travelling (a circumstance that you can imagine has given me plenty of other ideas), but whatever the case, after our recent back and forth I thought it might be useful to propose a dare that could be accomplished in a few minutes. That could also lead to hours of pleasure if you wish….

I want you to put up a profile on one of the adult encounters sites. You may be familiar with one. If not, I can recommend [site] or [site]. You’ll need to say a little something about yourself – what you’re looking for in bed, what sexual fantasies you dream of making real – and you’ll need to post a few erotic photos. Knowing of your past adventures, I know that these exist. Make them as dirty as you dare, but I’ll leave it to you whether you show your face – at least at first, though keep in mind that anyone who goes to one of these sites is “guilty” by association – and whether you want to be truthful about the city where we live.

That’s all. Or that’s only the beginning. I have no doubt that men will begin to contact you. You may be amazed by the number of astonishingly handsome studs with carved bodies and high cocks who will propose to make you their lover for a few hours. I also imagine that there will be a few women eager to propose themselves. Will you be tempted? That, of course, is entirely up to you.

One further suggestion, lusty one: most of these sites – including the two I mentioned – have a video chat function. With just a couple of clicks, anyone who pleases you – or many anonymous people – will watch you show your breasts or your pussy, or absolutely everything as you gently begin to stroke yourself, licking your lips as they show their bodies to you, an endless parade of men whom you will please, and I have no doubt that many of them will please you, too. Will you dare to let yourself go? I’ll be dying to know the answer to that over the next days and weeks.

Big, wet virtual kiss on that perfect virtual body,

X

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Nothing dulls like routine, and nowhere is that truth more felt than in the bedroom. Our existence turns in cycles. Sex indicates the life we need to lead, and then life, for a while, indicates the sex we need to have. Our separate selves teach one another about who we’re meant to be.

Sometimes, too, circumstances create the cycles. For a few months now I’ve been mostly working in a European capital, and Mrs. X has been a flight away. We have been in a work cycle, rather than a fuck cycle, a fact she has expressed by e-mail to the mysterious Mr. X. Like old lovers, they exchange occasional messages, and they’ve been slowly playing through an evolving dare that I’ll report soon enough, but for a while, at least, their rhythm has slowed. Fortunately there are airplanes (which she’s made forever sexy to me), and fortunately, after some initial romantic sex when she comes to visit, we’re inclined to dare even more together with the time we’ve got. She’s even been using my address (the mail’s more reliable here than back at home) to upgrade her Chinese balls to jiggle balls and anal beads. The neighbors must hear the screams and look at me suspiciously in the elevator.

Our experience with the masseur broke down some walls for my wife. She demonstrated herself as a sexually ravenous woman with commanding needs, in my presence. Since we met we’ve been fairly open about discussing our desires, but there are always little reservations, and seeing ourselves in such an unhinged fuck removed some of those reservations, and jealousies, and fears. So before she arrived for a long weekend last month, I’d done the research on the most elegant sex clubs in town, and I proposed not a dare, but an adventure. She giggled a bit nervously, but her eyes were already cloudy with possibilities, and we picked a night.

Our greatest fear was aesthetic. We wanted some glorious orgy in stunning surroundings – yes, something like her orgy fantasy – and although this is a city known for its beauty and sophistication, we feared that banality might make the sex seem crude and mechanical. We didn’t want cheap mattresses on the floors, but on the internet the place looked fairly glamorous, and hell, at the very least we’d have each other. At worst it would be a laugh. We dressed sexy but warm – it was bitterly cold outside – me in a wool suit and open shirt, she in a dress shirt, open low, and sleek pants that showed off her spectacular ass. That was our first mistake of the evening, but fortunately it would be our only one.

We decided to walk, as the club is less than a mile from where I’m staying. Maybe we were nervous about asking a taxi driver to drop us off at the address we had. Could it be common knowledge where strangers met to fuck in this city? Our nerves only added to the excitement. The street was residential and quiet. When we came to the address, there was only what looked like a narrow, gated driveway for deliveries. We wondered if the place had closed or if we’d mistaken the address, but we pressed a buzzer, and the gate clicked open. We walked up the dark driveway. A laughing couple came out of the apartment building behind and walked past us to the street. We looked everywhere trying to find some sign of a sex club. Then we saw the unmarked black iron door a little further up the driveway. The number of the club was posted beside the door, and so we smiled at each other one last time and tentatively knocked. Almost immediately an older woman with wild hair and a loose halter top flung the door open. She was sexy enough, but in a seen-it-all, done-it-all sort of way. “Sorry, but you can’t come in without pants,” she said to my wife. “It’s our only rule.”

Strange rule, I thought, if the goal was to get out of your clothes. “What if I get out of them right here?” my wife said with a bright smile. The woman smiled back. “I’m really sorry, but you’ll have to come back in a skirt.” Then she shut the door, leaving us out in the cold. “Well?” I asked my wife, deflated. “Well, we’ll just have to go home and change,” she said matter-of-factly. “We’ve come this far. Now way we’re turning back now.” So we quickly walked out to the nearby boulevard and hailed a cab, which waited while my wife disappeared to change into a short leather skirt and sheer stockings. We’d passed our first test, and the taxi driver was pleased.

Back at the club – so quiet, so hidden in the middle of this unsuspecting neighborhood! – the woman took our coats with a smile, and we sat down at the bar for a drink. The place was dark, with a dance floor raked by colored light on which nobody was dancing. Indistinct couples and groups sat in the corners watching other couples and groups. One couple sat at the bar next to us, and we had some polite conversation, but it was clear they weren’t our type, so they moved on. Nobody that we could see was very attractive. Nobody was turning us on. Just then, however, a beautiful Japanese woman detached herself from a group and strode past us like a panther. We were both impressed, and we had been told there were rooms in the back.

We finished our drinks, and still nothing was happening. Had we showed up too early? We looked at each other uncertainly. We were getting bored. So we decided to wander back and check out these back rooms. Hand in hand, we stepped back into a gloomy corridor, which turned back and forth past all sorts of rooms – rooms with windows, different shaped beds, extravagant couches – but there was nobody back there either. Where had the Japanese woman gone? The question seemed as urgent to my wife as it was to me. “Well, we may as well fuck,” she growled, and I realized just how excited she was. We began making out in the hallway, hands groping for familiar places that suddenly felt unfamiliar. Kissing her neck, kissing down into the V of her shirt. And our lust was like a magic spell. In our innocence (well, sort of), we had broken something open, and now we were surrounded by all sorts of people, watching us kiss, watching us fondle, fondling themselves. Slowly they moved into us. They wanted us right there in the corridor. That much was clear.

A solid, muscular man with a reassuring face had begun to stroke my wife’s back, and as I fondled her she eased back against his body. I unbuttoned her shirt all the way and reached between her and the man to undo her bra until her breasts were revealed to everyone. The man immediately reached around to cup them in his hands, and her head fell back against him with a groan. Then she turned her lips from mine to his, devouring his lips as she continued to work my cock through the front of my pants. I wanted to watch them take her. I wanted to watch her suck cocks, and groan, and lose herself entirely.

By this time I was not unaccompanied. My wife’s new project had a beautiful black girlfriend in a tight, shimmering dress, which she had shrugged from her shoulders to offer her full breasts to my ravenous tongue. And on the other side of me, a blonde so sexy I thought I was dreaming, lowering herself to her knees in an equally revealing dress to work my belt free. She was an expert, dear reader. Within seconds she had my throbbing cock in her mouth as I gobbled at my black obsession’s breasts and the blonde’s diminutive escort looked on, clearly finding his own pleasure this way – and in the sight of my wife’s skirt coming off, a development of which I was not yet aware.

I had never had my cock sucked by two women at once, but this was a pleasure the black woman seemed intent on offering me. Her dress was on the floor now, as was the blonde’s. All that remained on these two remarkable bodies were two pairs of lacy, almost matching underwear. They kissed around my cock and murmured to themselves. My shirt came off – I couldn’t tell how – and my pants were flung aside as they shot pleasure through my guts.

I hadn’t lost sight of my wife for long. Her pleasure was entirely linked to my pleasure, and when I looked up from the two beautiful faces driving me wild with their expertise, I saw that she had pulled the man over to a little room just next to us that was no more than a wall-to-wall bed built for two or three. She was on her back, completely naked, her head thrown back in ecstasy with her legs spread wide in the air. The man was naked too, driving his ass hard between her legs, and she was growling as if she had something caught in her throat. I almost came right then. I wanted us to fuck the world forever right then.

The women must have sensed this, and they drew their firm bodies up along mine to kiss at my neck and lips. I lowered myself then, kissing their breasts and pulling their underwear from their hips to reveal two perfect, shaven pussies, whose wetness I felt with my fingers. The blonde wanted to fuck me then, in front of her escort. She placed her hands on the bed where my wife was still moaning, occasionally meeting my eyes with blind lust, and offered her ass to my throbbing cock. I took it eagerly, and she bucked back against me hard (should I say that there were bowls of condoms everywhere?) as the black woman pressed her chest to mine and licked my neck. I simply couldn’t believe how quickly the night had turned to ecstasy. I couldn’t believe the perfection of the ass I was rocking into, fingers pressing into the pussy of the woman who danced beside me. I couldn’t believe my wife pulling this man’s ass towards her so he would go deeper, harder.

Have you ever been too excited to come? My wife came with a scream, which almost sent me off, but then I just kept going until we all fell in a heap of laughing exhaustion. Later, as we slowly pulled pieces of clothing on, we all thanked each other with unusual formality. They were going to wander off to other rooms and start all over again, but we’d had our fun and didn’t want to spoil the moment. Before leaving, however, we did wander up and down the corridors, looking into rooms where everybody was fucking now. There were foursomes, but also a group of ten in an orgy, splayed out like some multi-headed mythical beast. Some rooms looks absolutely mouth-watering, but others we had to turn our eyes away. It was interesting how people who looked more or less the same seemed to have congregated together – the old people, the fat people, the slim people. But there in the middle of a conglomeration of bodies more unattractive than in any other room was the Japanese woman, rearing up over them all and writhing in ecstasy, as beautiful as a swan.

Giggling, we ran out into the street and hailed a taxi. Yes, we have a history in taxis, and there were giddy, whispered discussions of whether we should dare more, again more, whether we should crack rearview mirrors with our lust, but we were tired, and satisfied, and it was too cold for walking home.

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Here’s an erotic library fantasy with twist from sexy reader MrTinkertoys, posted this week in the site’s Your Fantasies Group. Let him know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!

The fog had not quite given up its grip on the dew soaked ground of the university campus. It took me back to days when I had been studying there. I had come for a cup of coffee and to catch up with a friend who had taken a faculty position.

As I waited for my friend at the cafe outside the main entrance to the library, I watched the ebb and flow of students as they made their way in and out of the library. Some would stop and grab a cup on their way to their first classes, needing a quick pick up for themselves before a long day of research and study. They would be back in a few hours for more. I always was.

I noticed a mousy brunette woman I figured to be an art student, based on the large portfolio she had with her. She hardly looked up from her moleskine-style notebook she was writing in with a great deal of focus. She was broken from her concentration by a woman who looked very stern in her presentation. I assumed she was a professor or an advisor of some sort. A group of pre-med students invaded the small adjacent space and boisterously discussed topics nobody else cared about….

When these students had finally filed off to their morning classes, the mousy art student and stern professor were gone. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the notebook the student had been so focused on, with a mobile phone, under the chair at the table where she had been sitting. They must have fallen out as she had rushed off to her next destination. I picked them up with the intention to turn them in at the lost and found. Just then my friend arrived, so I slipped them into my bag and sat down have our talk, making a mental note to turn them in as soon as I was done.

When I finally got home that night, I opened my bag to find that I had forgotten to turn in the phone and book. I was in the process of writing a note to remind myself not to forget to do this the next day, when the phone rang.

I decided to answer, figuring that it could be the phone’s owner looking for it. I said hello. “You found my phone,” came a female reply. I told her I had, as well as her notebook. She gasped or sighed – I couldn’t tell which – upon hearing I had the notebook. Her frantic tone turned reserved and almost shy…and she asked if I had read it. Her change in attitude puzzled me, and instead of confirming that I hadn’t opened it, for some reason I asked her what she thought I had done.

“You read it. I would have. I’m not really that person, I just need a place where I can get all of those thoughts and feelings out of my head. You must think I’m sick.…” Her reply just seemed to spill out into the phone. Now I was extremely curious about the notebook. I told her not to worry about what I thought, that the notebook had been in my possession all day so her “secrets” we’re safe with me. We made arrangements to meet at the cafe the next morning.

That night curiosity got the best of me, and I opened her notebook. The pages were filled with writings and drawings of submissive women in humiliating, embarrassing, and exposed situations. Short diary-like entries peppered the notebook, flavoring it with her own personal desires. She wanted to lose control, she wanted a strong man to give that control to, she wanted to live outside of the insecure shell she had built around herself.

That night I could not get this mousy girl out of my head. I thought about her and dreamt about her. By morning I knew I could not simply hand her phone and notebook back to her.

I arrived at the cafe a whole hour before her and got lost in the sights and sounds of the university campus as it came to life. Then I saw her – closed, reserved, and quiet as she made her way to my table. I stood and gestured to the empty seat. As she sat, a flush of rose spread immediately over her cheeks.

We sat silently for a moment trying to figure each other out. Finally I pulled her phone from my pocket and slid it across the table. She picked it up gingerly and looked at it for a long time. I imagined her steeling herself for what would come next. Without looking up at me, she meekly asked: “What about my notebook?”

Indeed, what about it, I thought. Then I committed myself to a course of action I had planned out when waking that morning.

“As you can imagine,” I began. “I read your notebook…and I now know your desires….”

The color surged back into her cheeks. I held the notebook up and asked if she really wanted the things in that journal. She sat there stunned and silent. I then made the first move in the strategy I had devised. I set a paper bag and her notebook in front of me and made my proposition.

“I am giving you a choice: you can take this bag, or take your notebook, but you can only take one. If you take the notebook, we will stand up and go our separate ways. If you take the bag, I will keep the notebook, in a safe place, and I will make sure you have the opportunity to live out the fantasies within…starting with the contents of that bag.”

With that I pushed both to the center of the table.

“Your move” I said

For five minutes she stared at the center of the table…before she reached out and took the paper bag.

Now it began. I asked her to give me a safe word. I told her that she could use it at anytime, and we would end our games. I would return her notebook, and we would return to our normal lives. She nodded, not yet looking up. Next I told her to go to the restroom and put on the panties that she would find in the bag. Next she was to come find me in the old reference wing of the library.

Twenty minutes later we were in a section of the library that few students entered anymore. It wasn’t deserted, but it was close. In a few weeks they would start moving the books to offsite storage in preparation for a major renovation.

I told her my name, but from this point on she should only call me “Sir”. Her name was Lily. I informed her that I would call her by many names, but today it would be her given name.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

I pulled a small remote out of my pocket and turned it on. A miniature vibrator in her panties began to work on her clit. She jumped and stifled a yelp.

“We’re going to play a little game of hide and seek,” I said and turned off the vibrator. I told her the effective distance of the remote was ten yards, and it would be in my book bag. I then told her to take off her shirt, skirt, and bra, and place them in the bag. Her cheeks again flushed red. Slowly, though, she disrobed and placed the items in the bag. She had a fabulous body – soft round breasts with small dark nipples, long shapely legs in thigh-high stockings. She was truly in need of something to break her out of her shell.

I turned the remote on, and she yelped again quietly. I dropped the remote into the bag and told her that once the vibrator stopped, I would be out of range, that I would then hide the bag somewhere in this wing and she would have to find it. The remote would stay on so she’d know when she was close. Then I dropped a card with an email address and told her to email me once she found her clothes.

“Now,” I said, “count backward from a hundred while I go hide the bag.”

She started counting, and I picked up the bag and walked away.

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