Wildest Sexual Experience - Dare to Share

Anyone brave enough to share their wildest sexual experience?



One of mine would have to be the musical blowjob.



At a toga party five guys stood in a circle, back to back. Our wives/girlfriends knelt before us and preformed to the music until the song ended. As the next song began, each woman rotated to the right, and "played" to the music of the next song. The game continued until she rotated to the original position. The guys were "polite" enough to HOLD it in, so no one had to complain about a sticky situation.

I can still hear the music, but don't know the name of the song... Latin beat, nice rhythm, perfect pace... oppps, I have to stop now.



I should give the game an appropriate name... Ring around the Popsicle Stick?



James

 

dude that's like wrong, no sexual safety whatsoever and those women must not have much dignity or respect for themselves...

 

That is aweful... I dunno.. I'm probably one of the most liberal.. open minded people.. I'm for leaglizing drugs, gay marrages, legalized prostitution, and thats just the tip of the ice burg... but this is just way too bent for me... how could any guy ever be ok with letting another woman go down on him? in front of thier own wife? the woman who may have children with them one day! as well as watch thier wives go down on someone else?

Yuck... I feel kinda bad for ya dude...

 

That is the perfect way for 10 people to contract an STD.

 

AHAHAHA


if you're gonna lie.. make up a believable story

 

Seconded.

"Ring around the popsicle stick?"

Reminds me of jr. high school.

Edit: So you're an erotic short story writer, and you expect us to believe what you've just posted? (laughs) I have to admit though, I have seen much better erotic short stories.

 

ha, go for it! lol

 

ok, how about gettin frisky with a former girlfriend in the parking lot of the sacto superior court house while waiting for my court time to swing around? got a speeding ticket, sent the check in the day before it was due, they said i didnt so i had to go in and give them shit, they turned around and said " yes we got the check, thanks much " but neglected to inform me of this so i had to go in and sit around and wait for them to tell me to go home, so we went out and got frisky, then went back in smelling like sex... im a " horn dog " believe it.... or NOT...

 

Toga party! Har har Hello late 70's early 80's

 

That's bloody disgusting mate!







P.S. Please email me the details when the next Toga Party is on!
Ooo Roo from BiG MERV www.merv.com.au

 

I am open minded and all, buit that is a bit... different.

 

1. Fucked my girlfriend in the grass on my highschools baseball field between home plate and the pitchers mound. It was right before a bad ass thunder storm. Lightening and thundering like crazy and windy, but no rain. Shot one in her and she let it leak out into the grass. It was a nice way to say farewell to the school, it was the summer after my senior year. I don't know if that was the wildest experience but it definitely was one of the coolest.

2. Another time my buddy and his girlfriend and my girlfriend and myself we staying at this resort and we went for a night time swim. The pool was open but it was late at night, about 11:00p. When we got there we were the only ones in the pool room. My girlfriend and I hit the hottub and started getting frisky. Out of respect for other people using the hottub we decided to use the pool bathroom. In this bathroom there was a big handicapped shower. We turned the shower on and started fucking like animals. She was not being quiet by any means. A couple minutes in somebody started pounding on the bathroom door. I yelled back "we'll be out in a minute!". A couple minutes later, a pounding on the door. I yelled back again "fucking hang on!!" Neither of us could hear if they were saying anything because the water was running in the shower and I was putting a pretty good hurtin on her. BTW, we never stopped when we heard the knocking. I figured it was my buddy messing with me so I just ignored it. So a little bit more time goes by and we finish up. I unlock the bathroom door and open it up and the first thing I see is my buddy and his girlfriend in the pool laughing their ass off. As I finish opening the door and walk out I immediately see a man and a woman sitting at a patio table right outside the bathroom door. The woman had a pitcher in her hand. Apparently they needed water for the sauna. Instead they got to listen to some wild sex for 15-20 minutes. They did not look happy to say the least. That was pretty embarassing so we got the fuck out of there and went back to our rooms. Not really that exciting, but funny none the less.

 

The story is true, but I feel no need, nor have any way to prove it. I have had plenty of free time to browse this site over the last few days, (slow work week) and my post is not the most jaded thing here. I think free love is better than legalized drugs. Although I would vote to legalize pot.

As for my short stories, most are from my imagination, and some portions are from my experiences, or experiences of friends who asked me to put them into story form.

I do not mind the comments, but find the judgement rather interesting and rather closed minded. This whole site is about people who do not conform to the normal rules of society, and even still we are all different, with different perversions. Yours might be drugs, mine is sex. I am very secure in who I am and what I want. I am also very honest.

If you can be honest with yourself, and say that you have never lied to a lover, cheated, or even thought about cheating, then I say "take the moral high ground, and judge me in this". (or as JESUS would say, "he who is without sin, cast the first stone")

WWJD, you ask? well.. I am pretty sure he would not do this.. or that.. (you can fill in the blank of your own vice).. lol

I guess toga parties do sound like "old school", but that is what swingers do, old school stuff... and I have to admit, I was surprised that an orgy didn't break out.

I just remember something ironic about that night. The party broke up early because someone light a joint by the pool, not all swingers smoke pot. So they might find what you enjoy doing a perversion, but I am not judging.

James

 

ok, I am going to share another story, one I wrote by request. This is the only short story that I have written that is 100% true. It is written from her point of view, and at her request. She confirmed what I wrote where I assumed her feelings.

If you didnt believe the first one, you will not believe this one either.. lol.. oh well..

here is the story.

Mile High Thumb Drive?

The people filing into the narrow isles, bumping into each other, and me, remind me that first class is worth the money. Of course if I had not forgotten my flight the day before, I would not be watching or being bumped. My height of nearly six feet cause me enough issues with trying to get comfortable in such cramped quarters, being in coach adds to the discomfort. I am looking to find the silver lining in this cloud. This seems to be the miserable end to a miserable trip home.

I should define home, I have more than one. Germany has been my second home, an experience that makes me appreciate my Louisiana roots, and makes me miss Shreveport even more. I have spent three weeks at my apartment, checking on my college bound children, and trying to recover from the massive storms that devastated our beautiful state, and my poor heart. I am going home; my Germany home.

I am not looking forward to my 8 hour connecting flight from Cincinnati to Frankfurt. But I am a big girl, I will survive. God knows I have suffered far worse. I have a lifetime of memories that haunt me, this won’t make the top ten list. All I have to do is survive the next 8 hours. A book, a nap, I should wake up at home. I am seated next to a woman who is also trying to get comfortable for a long ride. To have an empty seat next to me would be a blessing.

I notice the man across from me keeps looking my way. He has 2 empty seats next to him. I should introduce myself. He notices me looking his way, and at his empty seats. He offers to trade seats with me, so I can stretch out. I guess my long legs are obviously uncomfortable. I feel selfish to trade seats and leave my seatmate without a spare. I suggest moving to the two empty seats next to the kind man, allowing her a spare to be a little more comfortable. The move is made, and it seems cozy enough.

I curl up in the center isle with my feet toward the kind man in E18. He can tell I am still cramped and offers his lap for a little extra comfort. It seems pretty bold on his part, but I am a lady in distress, I won’t argue with a good offer, (maybe that silver lining). He places his hands on my legs, with a simple gesture of surrender and apology at the same time. I tell him "what happens on the airplane, stays on the airplane". We both laugh, but I don't give it any more thought. My sleeping medication is taking effect and I am drifting off.

Through out the night, I drift in and out of wonderful slumber, waking to find this stranger asleep and slumped over my hip. His hands have moved to a comfortable position of my waist. I should say comfortable for him. At first thought, I was shocked to be in such close quarters, but decided that the situation had graduated in small steps and I should not over react. It was kind of nice to feel his touch.

I drifted back to sleep with the thought of his hands moving around my body, with the boldness that few men would have with a total stranger. There are moments that I wonder how much I was dreaming and what ass real. My hand moves toward his, but not in a defensive position, maybe even encouraging. My body ached to be held and loved. It has been so long since I allowed myself that pleasure. His light touch became soft rubs, and my hand guided his for a moment that gave him more courage.
His fingers touched my waist line, that soft skin that is so tender to the touch that it turns on the faucet of the soul. My body is responding in ways to his touch that are not right for a total stranger. But I have decided not to object to this silver lining, and just see how far this might go.

He continues his bold movements, up into my shirt and past my bra. My nipples love being touched, and now they are wishing for a set of lips to take them. I had unbuttoned my jeans for comfort; this might have seemed like an invitation to his wondering hands. He moved toward my panty line and turned my insides to Jello. He asked in a very soft voice, if I am OK, and I nod a soft and silent yes.

He shifts his weight and asks me to lower my jeans. I am caught off guard by having to actually participate in a physical way. I was fine to ALLOW this to happen, but to have to participate made me stop to process it. I decided I had not had enough, and did as he requested. I lowered my jeans, using the airline blanket to cover my nakedness. He moves his hand under the blanket and his thumb slowly into my wet, throbbing womanhood. He places his other hand into my clit and slowly massages both, until I forgot where I am. I moan and am soon lost in space. The flight attendant had to be aware of what was happening at 5AM in the morning, but choose not to make a scene.

I do come back to earth, after a wonderful emotional and physical release. I am still wondering two things; have I joined the mile high club? And is it true, that what happens on an airplane, stays on the airplane?

Written By:
James Mackey

 

So how did your friends dicks taste?

 

I will actual try to answer the post though my sex-life has usually been in dorm beds which to me is generally excitement enough. And I am sad to see fiction paraded as fact because I guess if their is any standard I have while on this forum is a shimmer of honesty. You could Have said read my erotica but really I don't care if what you said is true or false I guess neither should you since why do you care if I believe you had a weird toga sex party. Any ways

The first time I had sex was at my exes house she was visiting home (already moved out) and we were sleeping the living room. because her room was converted into a office for her parents. We were cuddling and I was massaging her and she moved closer to me and started rubbing into me, quickly I got hard and she walked me to her sister's room who wasn't there other room. I started and she asked me if I had rubber, I didn't and she grabbed one from her backpack while she walked out I knocked the stuff animals off the bed. it made me slightly uncomfortable seeing their innocent faces when I felt so horny. She was older and more aggressive I didn't tell her i was a virgin so I was cautious. We started at it and she whispered for me to cover her mouth. (I imagine she had some weird fetish, my college has some weird fetish) Later I learned that her parents were on the other side of the wall we went back to the hallway and slept. I don't if was me but I think her father was staring at me over breakfast. i couldn't get out of her house fast enough.

 

He was staring at you because you were bonkin' his little girl...

 

my wildest experience probably isn't that wild to most people but i still think its funny. So i was drinking with a friend outside because at the time i was 18 and not able to get in bars and there were no parties. So I meet up with one of my best friends who is a girl and two of her friends they have a 40 ouncer. So anyway we are out in the woods and i somehow manage to get tree sap all over my hands, and out of no where the 3 girlfriends pull my pants off and start takeing turns makeing out with me. my buddy starts leaving and i call him back to take one of the girls away from me as its to much for me to handle. so I'm standing in the woods with my tree sap hands on one girls ass and the others **** and they are takeing turns jerking me off and kissing me. Later I end up fucking one of them in the woods. I think its funny cuz they got sap all over their unmetionables.

 

Shut an elevator down in the Los Angeles County court building and shagged some clerk. I didn't even get her name. The flirting started earlier that day.

 

you must really hate yourself now that you realize how disgusting this is.