For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this bizarre, twisted fantasy. The roads leading to it were different, but the end result the same: a stranger fucking a very willing me in my bed in the dead of night. I would never see much of him. Perhaps the strangers intent had been rape but instead he’d happened upon a half-naked horny girl……(me) one who was already wet, already willing and able. These fantasies have roots in a time when I didn’t fully understand the mechanics of sex but I knew I wanted it. Before I even knew how to pleasure myself properly, I had firm belief that this rough stranger could please me.

I’d wondered how I could live out this fantasy…make it reality and yet still make it safe despite the underlying danger in it. Even if I’d spoken to the man before online I still wouldn’t *know* him and be able to trust him. Trust that it would be just him that night. Trust that he wasn’t a complete psychopath. I came close once to setting something up but I chickened out at the last minute. I don’t think I could safely pull this off without involving a third party. A third, trusted party who would vet the stranger and who would keep a far-away eye on the scenario.

I pictured myself waiting for the stranger in one of those picnic pavilions we have here in parks. Sitting on the top of a picnic table, facing away from wherever he would be coming in. I would be wearing a summer dress and nothing else; easy access to a shaved cunt and braless tits just about to pop out of the top of the dress. I would hear his footsteps and not see him. I would feel a heady mixture of equal parts fear and arousal take over my body. My body would be humming in anticipation of his touch as his footsteps drew closer. He wouldn’t say a word to me. Just come up to me and……

(you finish it…..)

Comments

• June 1, 2010, SteelHorseman writes: The imagery is clear in my mind. No words spoken. Just an intense gaze captured in the moonlight keeping you pinned to the bed while the clothing is removed. Eyes that hold you captivated and powerless to move or speak, even as the hard cock slides into your wet and willing body... ~ Getting there, but no bed in this situation ;)
• June 2, 2010, Hunter Red writes: rap my knuckles on the metal table, imagining the vibrations resonating through the chasm that haunts my very dreams. You don't respond, keeping your back to me. I find this to be unusual. Normally the girls I do this to turn toward me, hop off the table, then find an excuse to me. Unusual things excite me. I rap my knuckles on the table again, this time harder thinking that perhaps I was too gentle and your body, your luscious body, felt nothing the first time. I soon learn that you did feel something this time. Your moan tells me this is so. I run my fingers along the long cold table as I walk toward you. You keep your back to me but I know you can hear me. The heavy black combat boots I wear make a loud thump with every step that reverberates throughout the pavilion we are in. Finally I get to you. My fingers make the transition from the cold hard table to your warm soft body. My fingers make their way over your ass, up your back and to your neck. Still no reaction. My hand inches it's way around to the front. I grip strongly, then... (you finish it...) ~ ohhhh......I like where you're going with this and the greedy me wants more of YOUR writing ....
• June 2, 2010, Chris writes: I can certainly see why you'd want a third party involved in the planning process there. That said, its a very interesting fantasy. :)
• June 2, 2010, Matt writes: ...bury his hand deeply into the thick hair on the back of your neck. Pulling your head sharply back against his firm torso, you can smell his scent as he growls, "Don't even pretend this is for you. I'm gonna take what I want." He reaches down the top of your light dress with his other hand, and roughly cups and pinches your breast. It hurts, but a moan escapes you before you even realize it, and a deep throbbing erupts in your cunt. Suddenly the fear is gone; there is only the need to be taken, even devoured by his desire. ~ Oh very nice, I like your mind ;)
• June 3, 2010, SultryK writes: Love Matt's ending. That is exactly how I would have wanted it. Always had the same fantasy..tho mine was just walking into my house after a night out. Sometimes I go to get stuff out my car for no reason at all with a robe and nothing under it...but in reality thats crazy cuz I wouldnt't want just anybody to ravash me lo ;-) Please check out my blog wantitlovitcraveit.blogspot.com
• June 3, 2010, Lila writes: I have likewise always had this fantasy!! good to know i'm not the only one :D
• June 14, 2010, adam writes: i love this post...that's been an overriding fantasy of mine lately too...in mine, i'm blindfolded, with headphones on, so i never see or hear who is using my ass for their pleasure...in the fantasy...it's not just one person using me either...over a period of time, many use both my ass and mouth...and i'm never to learn who they are...so i'm always wondering...is that the one you took me...or him, or him?

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Living in an apartment complex means a reduced amount of privacy overall. Especially where the balcony is concerned. I’ve often wished for more privacy there, more seclusion, but sometimes the lack of it proves exciting. The apartment on the other side of us is a mirror image, and so our balconies share a wall – the 2-foot wide brick wall separates the balconies from building wall to railing and at least affords complete visual privacy from the balconies in one’s own building. But since we’re visible to 4 other buildings and a portion of the parking lot below, I don’t ever notice many people using their balconies in the warmer months.

We had a rogue very warm day in late fall, a few months ago, the lovely sort that occurs after leaves have fallen and bugs have started hibernation. Evening became night as I reclined on the balcony, reading, but I was so comfortable that I strained to continue reading with no more light than that coming from the sliding glass door behind my head. I heard the noisy, squeaky screen door open and shut on the other side of the brick wall but I paid no mind. I didn’t expect whoever it was to stay out there. But then I heard the muffled, hushed tones of a couple talking and laughing. I tried (of course) to eavesdrop but I couldn’t make anything out. I blocked it out until it changed – to mostly silence punctuated by a random giggle.

I lowered my book to my lap and focused on listening, trying to figure out what I was hearing.

Kissing sounds.

I heard their kissing become more passionate and insistent. Then I heard a giggle from her and a whisper of faux-indignation and what sounded like “someone will see us”. Voyeur interest officially piqued, I went about the task of getting myself from my lounger to the wall as silently as possible. I noticed a faint section of light being cast from their sliding glass door and I momentarily pondered if it was worth it to leave the apartment, sneak around back, and try to spy. I decided against it and instead I stood up against the wall, as close to the railing as I dared. I bit my lip when I heard a little moan from one of them.

A wave of disappointment crashed over me as I heard the squeak of their screen door – on second thought, that was quick….squeak…light off from inside the apartment…squeak again. No, instead of going inside, he just turned off the interior lights and said something to her about it being dark now. Apparently that quieted her fears because I heard the sounds of zippers and buckles and pants with laden pockets hitting the balcony deck.

More hushed giggles, more kissing sounds. A gasp followed immediately by a quiet, restrained moan. I had to make up the images in my head, try to picture what caused that gasp, who’s mouth was on what body part. Or was it even a mouth? Perhaps his fingers found purchase inside her hot, wet slit. Maybe the fingers were lingering above the waist and caressing her nipples, teasing, drawing it out. I decided it had to be the nipples in a teasing fashion because I would expect less restraint if he were rubbing her clit.

I barely realized that my own hand was lightly teasing my own nipple. My eyes were closed so that I could better concentrate on their sounds. Have you ever just listened to the sounds of sex? It’s not like porn, it’s not a caricature or obvious all the time. I stood and listened, trying to determine if the wet sounds were mouth-on-cock, fingers-in-really-wet-cunt, or cock-in-wet-cunt. Either visual was arousing but no, I wanted to try and be right. I strained to hear more; the heavy breathing was a deeper resonance, perhaps it was mouth-on-cock? My guess was confirmed when he gave it away with a “Fuck yes, baby, suck it harder”. I imagined his hands on her head, staring at the sight of her lips devouring his cock, relishing the feel of her warm tongue pressing against the underside.

…….to be continued…..

Comments

• February 25, 2010, Emmy writes: This so reminds me of a time in an apartment we lived in. It was so much fun to listen and play along, if you will. Can't wait to read more. ~Emmy
• February 25, 2010, Bee's Knees writes: AHHHH! You left us hanging!! Awesome :)
• February 25, 2010, The Panserbjørne writes: Oh, delicious. I've only gotten to overhear neighbors fucking one time, but it was amazingly intense to just listen and imagine what was going on. I hope you'll finish this up before too much longer; it whets the appetite very nicely. -- PB
• February 25, 2010, kittykillkill writes: I have lived in apartments most of my life. It sucks when you want to have sex and be loud. Even worse, when the walls are so thin that you can hear the other people talking.
• February 25, 2010, Joanna Cake writes: Nice! x
• February 25, 2010, SteelHorseman writes: Oh wow, but real sex is just so intensely hot.
• February 26, 2010, Elise writes: Hmmm. I love it. This reminds me of a best of Craigslist post (that I can't find anymore!) about dueling sex noises. I live in an apartment and consider it my duty to enjoy myself rather vocally. I'd like to think that someone enjoys it as much as I do.
• February 26, 2010, Wumpus writes: A bonus of apartment living.

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Photographer unknown

I had decided to start adding to my erotic art photography portfolio. Since my end results were primarily high contrast black and white, I wanted to delve into a more licentious subject matter. Porn can easily become art with just a small change in lighting and removing the color from the prints.

I wanted to photograph the contrast between the flesh of a hard-bodied male and a soft, curvy female. The two posing for me did not know each other. I knew each of them in my own weird social circles, though, so their comfort level with me translated well into a pseudo-comfort with each other. And their bodies looked exquisite together.

I made them hold poses for 5-10 minutes, sometimes difficult poses, until I got the angle of light and the angle of the shot “just so”. The proximity of their nakedness and my scrutiny resulted in this beautiful agony of arousal for them both. I asked if they would feel comfortable doing some poses of vaginal penetration for me, and they readily agreed. His thick cock and her diminutive outer labia really lent a “skewered and spread wide” filthy quality to the joining of the contrast in flesh. Her cunt was a glistening, split peach just swallowing his marble hard cock.

Each penetrative pose that I had them hold for such agonizingly long minutes added to their subtle desperate arousal. I wasn’t stupid; I knew what I was doing, what I was creating. She was laid back on a table, while he was standing. Her ass raised up off the table a few inches, and her legs wrapped around his hips for added support, left her body in this downward slant away from him. I had them hold a position of his cock halfway inside of her. As I stood next to her head I bent forward to get a different close-up angle and my long hair trailed over her breasts. I could see the controlled, but rapid, rising and falling of her chest as she did her best to remain stoic. Almost imperceptibly she started pumping her hips to get the friction her cunt was craving. I laid a cool hand on her mound, looked back at her, and sternly told her to be still – she was blurring the shot. Privately though I was grinning; I was pulling their strings so well.

I asked them to adjust slightly so that the current position was more exaggerated – I wanted to get a different angle and needed more space but the same depth of penetration. When I noticed how very wet she was, I used one finger to redistribute it from her cunt opening up to her clit and labia. A firm, slow, touch that teased his cock and her clit. As I did it I locked eyes with him; we smiled at each other when we heard her whispered moan as my finger grazed her swollen clit. It was his turn to groan when I sucked her juices off my finger before continuing. When I looked at her I could see the pink flush creeping across her breasts and face, I knew her breathing was more labored. She looked so beautiful, so overcome with lust, so tortured. I moved the accent light, I slowly walked around them to snap a few more shots. I instructed him to slowly penetrate her almost to the hilt and then lean his body backward. When he did this, I watched her face. Her eyes closed and her lips parted to a slight “o”; the furrowed brow came next and I snapped a few photos of her face for my own use. Then I spread her labia around his cock, a pair of lips in a kiss. Another quick graze over her clit just to be sadistic. A few more shots and I noticed his breathing was getting more shallow and rapid, his eyes closing, his face the same portrait of pleasure as hers.

“What is she doing?” I asked him.

“She’s…..I don’t know….she’s milking my cock….it’s like sex but its…not…” He could barely speak around the controlled effort not to fuck the shit out of her, I presume.

“Carrrrieeee” I taunted. “You just can’t help yourself, can you. You’re trying to come.”

She didn’t answer me. She was lost. I moved and stood right next to him, facing her. I whispered to him to not dare come. She had listened to me; she wasn’t moving her body but I could just make out the movements of her cunt. With my camera held precariously in one hand, aimed at their sexes, I used my other hand to briefly tease and kick her over the edge. With a finger on either side I lightly stroked his cock and let my fingers trail down to do the same to her clit. Back up, back down. My eyes on her face, my camera much lower. Another few strokes and I stopped so that I could concentrate on taking photos of her coming while stretched out around his cock. She whined her apology and her body began these subtle convulsions as she began to come.

“John, you are still not to come, do you hear me?” To his credit he did not…..until she finished contracting around his cock and I told them we were finished. The outward stroke of his cock exiting her body was the last straw, or perhaps the dam just being released. As he climaxed, he sunk to his knees, cock in hand with this full-body look of sheer relief, frustration and bliss all rolled together. I caught that on camera too, clicking away. More for my personal collection.

I kissed her goodbye, deeply, to let her go shower and get dressed.

“Well, John, if you’ll excuse me I need to go pretend to upload these shots to my computer while I actually go jerk off real quick. You two finished, now I need to.” I said. But he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to him for a kiss. As my clothes were shoved aside I soon found out that he wasn’t quite satisfied and wouldn’t dare leave me to tend to my needs by myself.

Comments

• November 30, 2009, TR writes: fantastic story...it's been a while since i've read a story quite that hot. I could picture every bit of it as I read. Wonderful!
• November 30, 2009, Buddha writes: Wow. Ok... that was hot.
• December 1, 2009, Dani Darling writes: That was hot, awesome story!
• December 1, 2009, BobF writes: Damn, that was one hot fantasy...I am working on a similar project but so far nothing that exciting has happened yet.
• December 1, 2009, blueyeguy writes: Damn hot! And with the pic too - damn.
• December 1, 2009, Coy Pink writes: HOT! Let me know if you ever need help making this a reality. ;-) ~ um gee.....how fucking quickly can I say HELLS YES!!?!
• December 1, 2009, mrs. m writes: wow, i need a new circle of friends! :P hot story.
• December 1, 2009, mrs. m writes: and i just realized it was fiction (apparently i should read on, instead of stopping to masturbate?), but still...
• December 1, 2009, slave b writes: That was hot - i need to have someone take photos of me like that!
• December 1, 2009, nancy writes: oh my VERY hot.. and now i have to go teach 5yo kids? No fair.. gonna read this again this PM!
• December 1, 2009, adamantixx writes: like everyone else, all i can say is WOW! brilliant and thank-you for sharing!
• December 1, 2009, frances writes: beautiful! i'm panting just having read it. and of course...now i need a min too. what i wouldn't give to be your muse in this situation. fucking hot!
• December 1, 2009, Will Crimson writes: Among the best erotic stories I've read on-line. A fine story. I'm tempted to write a similar story from the perspective of one of the participants.
• December 1, 2009, Elise writes: I have nothing but praise for you. Amazing writing love.
• December 1, 2009, Ronald10021 writes: I am speechless, and need to go jack off now.... ~ hahaha glad to know I wasn't the only one ;)
• December 1, 2009, Emmy writes: LOVE this story! Well done!! ~Emmy
• December 1, 2009, Monocle writes: Holy Moly. Amazingly hot. I had been thinking about just this hard/soft juxtaposition the other day, and how I love images of that contrast. You captured and teased the whole thing perfectly. Thank you for sharing it!
• December 1, 2009, Noggin writes: Wow that was hot and sexy.
• December 2, 2009, elsie writes: Totally awesome!
• December 2, 2009, A writes: Brilliantly original, brilliantly executed. After so much erotica written there are still new things left to write!
• December 2, 2009, Coquitten writes: Sexy. Amazingly, amazingly sexy. I want to take erotica photos now - both as the photographer and as the model! I'm going to go touch myself now...
• December 2, 2009, The Panserbjørne writes: That was absolutely fantastic. Delayed gratification can be extremely annoying if it's done wrong, but that was done oh so very right. And the photo was an excellent accompaniment. I think you should look into making this reality now. :) -- PB
• December 3, 2009, Jake writes: So hot, I came a few minutes ago, but now, reading this, you've got me horny and hard again!
• December 5, 2009, Chris writes: Wow! That was so hot it brought me out of Lurk mode. Got a tissue and am heading back into stealth mode. You shoudl get an award for that post.
• December 16, 2009, SteelHorseman writes: I have searched through all kinds of erotic stories for a story just like this one.
• December 16, 2009, 13messages writes: Reading this, I am sufficiently moved and light-headed. Your writing is exquisite, indeed.
• December 20, 2009, Amber writes: so hot, love the end
• December 22, 2009, Rex Venom writes: Hot. Very. Rock on!

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When I’m driving long distances alone I either listen to music, or think. This trip I let my mind wander on its own.

It took an old, familiar route that day – a route I try not to go down willingly anymore. But so be it.

And the old, familiar throbbing and wetness between my legs followed quickly behind, enjoying this re-visit. I didn’t expect this, I tend not to of late. And so the trusty bullet vibrator that used to always have a home in my handbag was languishing in the toy drawer back at home. Little damn use to me, there, two hours away. Soon my lack of patience and my growing need dictated that my pulsing clit would not, could not be ignored.

I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of rubbing tights circles and pushing space in my snug jeans. It’s not an easy feat to push one’s panties and jeans down ass and hips while driving, but I did it. My long shirt covered my tummy and cunt but patches of pale skin was visible at my hips and the tops of my thighs, should a passing motorist of the correct height happen to glance over and inside my car.

I discretely but roughly rubbed tight circles around my clit, through a slickness that isn’t common. I kept feeling the nearness of orgasm but couldn’t quite tip over the edge. I passed the first of a long stretch of scattered-about “adult stores” and wondered if they carried a suitable bullet vibrator. But I didn’t even slow down, I didn’t even give it a second thought.

Until the next seedy store. By which point my frustration and need had ratcheted up another notch. They boasted videos and viewing booths, though, so I didn’t even slow down.

By the third store I lost my nerve and thought that surely I could wait for home.

When I saw the signs for the fourth store, though, I once again considered it with more weight. My middle finger was pruney from its extended soak in my wetness. My chest and face were flushed, my brow knitted in this look of begging mixed with frustration. I kept the pleasure level at a steady 8 and 9 but I couldn’t get to 10.

I lost my nerve when I saw the fifth store because it just looked too busy with pickup trucks and dirty older cars.

The sixth and final store. Now or never. Or at least another 90 minutes which felt like forever. It looked empty, boasted a wide selection of items and looked only moderately seedy. I pulled into the lot. I got out of my car and through the door as quickly as possible before I lost my nerve or too many people passing by saw me. It took me a minute to find my way to the two aisles of sex toys, and another minute to do a visual scan for my necessary aide. I saw only unknown crap brands but picked up two that looked like they might work. I grabbed a 4-pack of AA batteries and went to the counter. Unlike my last experience, long ago, with this sort of store the guy behind the counter wasn’t scary. He wasn’t intimidating or creepy. In fact he was fairly normal, under 40 and average looking. He stared at my purchases for a moment – or was he staring at my fingers, which I just now realized probably still smelled of pussy juice and looked like I’d been in a bathtub too long  – and then asked if I was buying them both. I paused before I answered “Yes….unless I can put batteries in them both and see which one is better”. I didn’t expect him to agree but he did.

With fumbling fingers under a watchful gaze I slid the cardboard backing from the plastic bubbles to extract the vibrators. I put the batteries in them both at the same time, turned them on and found a clear winner in the “vibration intensity” category. I put the lesser one back in its packaging and told him I’d be buying the other one. With a teasing look he said “Gonna wear this one home are ya? Want me to just toss the packaging out?”. I blushed and finally looked him in the eye and confirmed that yes, I’d be using that one momentarily. He didn’t move to ring my purchases up so I prompted him with “that’s all I need, thanks”.

“If you use it right here, right now, I won’t charge you for any of it” he said.

My mouth open, I didn’t have a response right away. I waited for him to carry on with ringing me out, assuming he was joking, but he just waited for an answer.

“No way in hell am I getting naked or partially naked for you, can I just buy these please?”

“This looks small, has a cord….you don’t need to show any skin at all.” If he had said this with a leer I would have left. But he kept with that half-serious half-teasing attitude until my guard dropped.

I looked around the store, saw only one guy trying to hide towards the back and not be recognized.

“Where?” I asked.

He nodded at the counter, pushed some displays aside and said “Here”.

Fine. What the hell, right? I didn’t live in this area and sure as hell would never return here. I hoisted my butt up onto the counter and, bullet in hand, I laid back. Hand down my pants, the bullet found its home and I turned it on high. I gasped as the vibrator woke up my clit. I closed my eyes and let my mind go back from whence it came as I ground the buzzing bullet to my clit in slick circles. I was intent on coming as quickly as possible. It felt like forever but was likely just mere minutes until I felt the certainty of orgasm approaching.  As soon as I was safely “there” and my climax crested I slowly opened my eyes. I couldn’t focus through my haze but I could tell that both men had been watching. I tried to tone it down as much as possible but I couldn’t prevent the involuntary rapid breathing, little  moans and spasms of my body. It was another minute before I regained my senses enough to fully remember what the situation was; when the clarity hit I silently removed the bullet, zipped up my jeans and hopped off the counter. When I glanced at the guy who worked there I could see he was still grinning but my bravery was gone…..and so was I.

Comments

• November 3, 2009, Carolina jim writes: A truly erotic story whether fantasy or factual. When I was younger I had many 6+ hour drives in Texas and used to relive the boredom in similar ways.
• November 3, 2009, Gray writes: OMG!! That is awesome!
• November 3, 2009, Coy Pink writes: LOVE it. Super hot. I wonder what I'd do if a similar situation presented itself to me. I'd like to think I could be sexy and brave. Likely I'd chicken out. But, damn, what an exciting fantasy..
• November 3, 2009, TIghtlyBound writes: Yea that was very hot - i wonder if i could strike up a similar deal with one of our local stores? Except that being a man i wouldn't be able to keep the show so 'covered' lol :-) Thanks for sharing :-)
• November 3, 2009, The Panserbjørne writes: Holy smoke, that was really something. Amazingly hot -- both the bits about you twiddling yourself in the car while driving, and the exhibitionist parts in the store itself. Lucky clerk, I'd say. More! More! :) -- PB
• November 3, 2009, Nadia West writes: More than anything I wanted this to be a true story. :-) Very hot, my dear.
• November 3, 2009, VLH writes: Very hot.....from start to finish. Whew!
• November 3, 2009, rage writes: Holy crap....that was freaking hot!
• November 3, 2009, Tracer Bullet writes: Daaaamn. That was hot. God bless America's enterprising small businessmen.
• November 4, 2009, Blueyeguy writes: To be the 3rd guy watching... Damn, Lil... F'ing hot!
• November 4, 2009, Emmy writes: Very hot!! Well done!
• November 4, 2009, Happy writes: Damn. I think I need to get a second job someplace! Where was that place again?
• November 4, 2009, elsie writes: Awesome, very hot!
• November 4, 2009, nilla writes: Wow. wow. what a wonderful amazing fantasy! I was certain until I saw the tags that you'd done it, btw!! Wowzy..I needs a bullet vibe. Uh huh. Nilla twitching on my chair!
• November 9, 2009, Lost Girley writes: Oh yum. Thank you. :-)
• November 14, 2009, Noggin writes: Truely erotic, please keep the stories coming.
• November 14, 2009, Transylvanian Miss writes: This is brilliant, extremely hot! Wow. always, B.
• November 19, 2009, dfrntlovin writes: You are such a wonderful storyteller! You've gotten MY attention! :D
• November 19, 2009, Bill writes: You express yourself so exquisitely! Thank you for sharing!

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I realize that this is an unorthodox request, especially coming from a woman. Never known a woman who likes to spy and watch others having sex? Then either she was too uptight to admit it to you or even herself.  I’ve posted this under W4M because I figure that more men will check here than women or couples. But I’m not looking to just watch a man by himself. My preference would be to watch a couple.

I’ve had fantasies bred by some really hot erotica books and blogs. Some scenarios I’ve wanked to are ones like I’m in my car at night in a parking lot that’s nearly empty – suddenly a car comes in, and no one gets out right away….but then they do. Both of them. Why? Because they can’t fuck IN the car. As I silently watch from the safety of my hiding spot, they fuck against and on the car. OR. Parking lot this time is in front of your apartment complex. You get your wife to feel kinky enough to fuck in full view of the window that I can see into, with enough lights on so I can clearly see. Obviously a level of trust is going to be necessary here, so this isn’t something to jump into blindly. I’m not doing this so that I can record you or take photos, you won’t find your bare asses posted somewhere on the internet. This is purely for my own fantasy enjoyment.

Yes I’m real, yes I’m female. This is just my particular kink and I’m trying to find a way to indulge in it. I don’t want to meet in person, this isn’t an ad for sex or to join you and your wife. This is not an ad to watch you jerk off while I sit in a chair. If I wanted to see that I’d log into a chat room. Please don’t suggest situations in which my safety would be compromised, I’m not that stupid.

………

I posted that ad some time ago in my local Craigslist. I, surprisingly, didn’t get all that many replies. But I did find just one suitable reply – and in the end, one is better than none. We conversed for a week or two and fleshed out details.

He and his co-worker/mistress had started fucking in one of the empty offices where he works, whenever they work the later shift together. To keep up appearances she apparently pretends to leave when all others are going home, and then sneaks back in after the last one goes out. Their workplace is on the first floor in a large office building that is part of a complex of other buildings. In short, it’s not private property and my car there wouldn’t be conspicuous. He gave explicit directions as to which window (on the side) and which nights they closed up together. I didn’t tell him which night I’d be watching. I just randomly picked one.

I arrived early and put my seat back a little to read my book. It appeared as though I was waiting on someone, it was nothing to cause a second glance. A half hour later, as dusk was settling in, I noticed a lamp being turned on in the previously dark room. I quickly put my book down, put my glasses on and sat up in anticipation of the show. First I saw him alone; moments later she eagerly went to his arms. It was plainly obvious that they are a newer couple, still intent on devouring each other as much and as voraciously as possible. After a few steamy kisses she took note of the raised blinds and the lamp that was on; she said something to him and made a move to turn off the lamp – I held my breath as he quickly diverted her. He pressed his body up against hers from behind and wrapped his arms around her as his lips found her neck. She melted and slowly became more caught up in the lust. The moment his hand grabbed her hair was the moment I relaxed and knew she wouldn’t go for the lamp again.

The flames between them fanned quickly and they tore off each others’ clothes in that way that new lovers do. I felt my clit thump and pulse and knew how soaking wet I was already. I started slowly – my cunt already bared by my wearing a skirt and no panties – and I did something I never do when masturbating in semi-public locations. I took off my top. I pulled my breasts out of my bra cups and as I teased my wet cunt lips with one finger the other hand was busy pinching my nipples. I watched as they attacked each other with passionate kisses and gropes and fast movements; I was equally envious and turned on. I watched as she bent at the waist to suck his cock.

As she sucked his cock I started rubbing my clit in earnest. When it became a tug-of-war between them of his hips pumping to fuck her mouth and her sucking the life out of him, my own hips moved of their volition.

As he moved her up suddenly to sit on the desk I brought out my vibrator. When his lips locked around her nipple and his fingers dove for her cunt, she threw her head back in an obvious gasp of pleasure, my own gasps escaped as electricity flowed from my cunt and the vibrator worked its magic.

Then when he pushed her to lay back on the desk and his mouth sought out her cunt, I felt my orgasm begin to climb as I watched her back arch and her hands grab his head.

I couldn’t help it, moans and curses flew out as my cunt spasmed and flooded in a powerful orgasm. Mere moments later, before I could catch my breath or calm down my pounding heart, I witnessed her obvious climax from his oral skills.

He didn’t give her more than a moments rest before he sunk his cock easily into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist at first and then he grabbed her legs and pushed them back – this allowed me to see brief flashes of glistening cock as he pounded into her. Did he do this because he hoped I was watching?

As I watched her get fucked my own cunt needed more attention. I grabbed my Pure Wand to try to fill up my need for cock at that moment. It didn’t take much at all before I felt the frenzy of a building g-spot orgasm. I backed off on the bullet buzzing on my clit so that I could wait for them. I didn’t wait long.

He must have said something to her because she moved her hands to hold her own legs against her chest and she spread them as much as possible. He was fucking her so forcefully, with a hand digging into her hip, that I could see her tits jiggle. He moved his free hand to her cunt and presumably started rubbing her clit. Within minutes her body shook and twitched as she climaxed; the feeling of her convulsing cunt was too much for him to bear and I watched as he stopped pumping, leaned his upper body back a little and clenched his jaw. Without hearing them I knew how strongly they had just climaxed.

I returned the bullet to my clit as I witnessed the finale, I roughly fucked myself with the hot steel wand, and I had my own massive, wet, noisy orgasm.

Comments

• September 22, 2009, J- writes: Damn.
• September 22, 2009, mrs. m writes: i never have fantastic luck on craigslist. i'm glad someone does. i think i'll try again! ;)
• September 22, 2009, D writes: I am a lurker on your site. I read it all the time. I enjoy your pictures and your stories. This one however was amazing! I would love to get a chance to do this. And it would have been fantastic to be able to watch you watching them. I am so jealous of your life. ~ Well I'm glad you came out of the wood work! Thank you.
• September 22, 2009, Jim writes: Wow, that was an incredibly sexy story! I love to be a voyeur and an exhibitionist and the whole idea of semi-public sex just thrills me.
• September 22, 2009, Red writes: Jim took the words right outta my mouth!
• September 22, 2009, Gray writes: Now that was hot!! I wanna go with you next time you get to watch!;) ~ Sure thing but I can't promise I'll be good! :D
• September 22, 2009, blueyeguy writes: Wow. Just wow.
• September 22, 2009, Riff Dog writes: Yes, I could definitely go for this. Being the watched. Watching the couple. Or watching you. I think my favorite of the three would be watching you. ~ I could go for all that too ;)
• September 23, 2009, Fruit Taster writes: Ooooo, sweeeeeeet!
• September 23, 2009, Jarnevon writes: I can't tell from the story (maybe you couldn't either) if the woman knew or didn't know about you watching them. I'm not sure which way would've been better. ~ Given her move to turn off the light....I assume no
• September 23, 2009, elsie writes: Ok, that was really hot! I love the idea of watching without touching, it's so... pornographic! I kind of hope the woman knew. If it were me, I'd want to know. I'm so glad I discovered your blog, I'll be reading more. ~ I don't think she knew. And thank you :)
• September 23, 2009, adamantixx writes: there's something so deliciously naughty in watching, deliciously naughty in playing-whilst-watching too!
• September 23, 2009, Happy writes: Ohhhhh wow, Sensational stuff. I bet the thought that you were maybe watching really spurred him on to a peak performance. The thought of you getting off in your car, top off and really going to town on yourself, Ohhh such a delicious visual thought. I had a similar experience with a woman about a year ago. She just wanted to watch as well, no touching. One of the hottest things I have ever done. Love your work Cheers , Happy ~ Ohh bet you enjoyed that! Was she watching just you or you and a partner?
• September 24, 2009, mina writes: wow.. just wow... that would have been so intense to watch. Lucky you *grins*
• September 24, 2009, Happy writes: No she was watching just little old me. It took a lot of chatting on yahoo before she agreed to meet. Seemed it was a big fantasy of hers to just watch a guy jerk off in real life. She was happily married, but her partner for whatever reason wouldnt show off for her. Anyway we met in a car spot at a local park, I sat in her car and proceeded to show her my best stroking effort. It was so hot, having a virtual stranger sitting right next to me, watching every move intently. She got aroused very quickly, and slid her hand under her skirt. I couldnt see anything except her hand moving, along with her deep breathing. Was such a turn on, I didnt take long to cum. She seemed to get off as well A quick clean up, she kissed me on the cheek and said thanks, and that was it. She never contacted me again.
• September 25, 2009, Shimp writes: Great story...many people love to watch..many years ago when I was putting myself through college I rented a room in the back of a home in the woods and put on sex shows to paying customers...$20.00 per head...5 customers in chairs outside my window..a row of blinds was tilted so they had a perfect view...a red light bulb illuminated the scene..young college girls were seduced without knowing what was going on...I actually paid most of my tuition with this money...did it for three years...never got caught and had a hell of a lot of fun. After I got my degree I married and we became swingers..true story.
• October 9, 2009, david writes: Very hot story.. I too have a fantasy of this. This is exactly how i want it to go. id love to be on either side, watching or giving..
• October 29, 2009, Giggles writes: Awesome. I have recently realized that I am as much of a voyeur as I am an exhibitionist and this is some excellent writing!
• December 31, 2009, Terrence writes: Awesome! That is my number one fantasy and you got to live yours. Thanks for the fantastic story.

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The movie was decent, but I was reminded why I hate going to movie theaters – too many annoying people all around. We had seen an 8 o’clock showing which meant that the mega-cineplex was bursting with people and the parking lot so full that we had to  park a dozen or more rows back. By the time we got out of our movie though the lot had cleared out a good bit.

We started out in the front seats, kissing and making out like teenagers. It was erotic but also an exercise in frustration. After the third banged knee against the gear shift column, I realized why people don’t fuck in cars anymore. The change in the automobile industry to move from bench seats in the front to individual bucket seats was such a detriment to getting it on in your car. Our hands roamed above waist level but our bodies could not touch. My pelvis was humping the air of its own accord, a testament to how horny I was getting and how badly I needed a finger or three in my cunt.

Finally, I looked to the back seat and said “Move back. Now.”

And out we scrambled, like a perverted Chinese Firedrill, all mussed-hair and disheveled-clothes. Ah, the back seat. Considerably better than bucket seats and gear shifts. Speaking of gear shifts, in a brief “that would be so hot” conversation in between kisses we lamented the fact that the car had the straight-up style gear shift typical of automatic transmissions rather than the bulbous fat shape of manuals. I think that sort would have filled my cunt and given my hips something to buck against.

We got more daring and soon clothes were a hindrance to our insistent hands. I fully believe that there is little else more delicious than the slow drawn-out saunter from second base to third base and so on.

Hands groping with thin barriers of satin or cotton adding a frisson of naughty teenage-like lust.

Lips always kissing, never parted from skin in some way.

And when hands finally dare to delve into skin-on-skin contact it is electric and heady.

We tried in vain to find a good position in the back seat to allow easy access to each others’ bodies but it wasn’t happening. We stopped, frustrated and breathless and thought. At apparently the same time we both realized that there was one more area to explore: the back cargo area of the SUV. Of course this meant that we had to get out, yet again.

“Move back….”

A quick glance around and we confirm that no one appears to be around. So I grabbed the keys and we got out. I unlocked the back – up went the window first and then the bottom half of the door. The dome light came on but a flick of its switch killed it. We had enough light from the parking lot, we didn’t want more.

But before we got into our makeshift sex cave, my hormones and need got the better of me. I lifted his tshirt over his head and quieted his protests by explaining that it would waste too much precious time and energy trying to remove clothes after we got in. He quit complaining the moment I was topless, standing outside of the car in the parking lot light. We scrambled in and closed the door behind us. He went to pull the window portion down and I stopped him. “It will get way too hot in here if we don’t leave that open”, was all it took to convince him.

So we laid in the back, limbs entwined kissing as we got comfortable with the latest stage of undress. Not only were we more exposed to each other, but the thin layer between us and the outside world was distracting. We heard the crickets and felt the warm breeze over extra-sensitive skin, and slowly relaxed against giving a shit about each car we heard drive by somewhere in the lot. Before hands resumed exploring, our bodies teased. I ground my cunt against his hip, groaning as the pressure and the friction from our underwear made me even more wet. I brought my knee up slowly, lighting pressing and rubbing my knee and leg against his hard cock that was trapped in his boxers.

Soon hands took over and we giggled as noticed that we each had a big wet spot on our underwear. Much semi-chaste rubbing commenced, teasing each other with fingers over fabric. This is the stage of getting drunk on lust. Riding a line between bliss and torture, the ache in your chest from the need for more fights with the pleasure being given that is both mental and physical. Mental in that its a game of how far can you drag it out, of extending that high-school overtone of “we shouldn’t be going this far”. This is foreplay at its best. Where each long-awaited step is so utterly satisfying.

When his fingers first slid across my slippery cunt I let out a string of lusty curse words. When my hand closed around the head of his cock he groaned loudly. Our breathing so rapid that we’d have used all the oxygen inside the car had we not left that window wide open. Speaking of that window…..we didn’t remember to stay quiet until we realized that things had gotten more noisy outside. We had been at it so long that a movie had let out. I licked his cock from base to head with a slow stroke and moans drifted out to the people getting in cars around us. I saw the tops of a few heads walk by out of the corner of my eye. As I rolled to my back to let him bite and suck my nipple my whimperings caused someone to walk by us closer; close enough that we locked eyes for a second.

I needed release, I had reached my breaking point. When the noise around us quieted down, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cunt on his cock, my hips bucking as I teased him. I was so wet, audibly wet, that no hands were needed for his cock to slip inside of me. He snaked his hand in between our bodies and his fingertips found my clit. I was grinding my clit into his fingers with his cock buried to the hilt. I sat up enough to put one hand on the frame of the door for leverage. I felt the urgency climb and the tingles start to spread at the same time I heard car doors slamming in the distance. As my pelvis bucked furiously against him the lights from that car softly illuminated me from the shoulders up. He noticed this and used his other hand to push on my belly, push me away from him so that I was sitting up more. My skin, from tits on up, glowed now in the bright lights as the car approached. I was in a race to come before the car got to us. It was a tie. With a few jerks of my body I came violently as the car closed in and slowed down, presumably they caught sight of me. I turned my head from the blinding light as I heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires as they drove past slowly. I didn’t look, I couldn’t. But they saw and they knew what they were seeing and what remained hidden.

We laid there a while, naked and recovering on our backs, cooling down with the breeze, just softly talking and laughing. We agreed that our third date had a lot to live up to after following an act like that.

Comments

• August 16, 2009, hubman writes: Not that there was anything wrong with the rest of the story, but my minds end got stuck on the image of you standing topless in a parking lot. Surely I would have had an accident (of one kind or another) if I happened upon that site... ~ hehe ;)
• August 16, 2009, Gray writes: Very hot! And I agree that cars are just not designed for playing anymore. Which is too bad because sometimes.... ~ Yeah you just don't hear the "I lost my virginity in the backseat of a XYZ" much anymore, lol
• August 16, 2009, Sage writes: Well now that was a good time at the picture show! ~ too bad the movie itself wasn't as entertaining, lol
• August 16, 2009, TUG writes: That was wonderful. I wonder if there were any cameras in the parking lot? :) ~ ......cameras? In a parking lot? I.....huh. I didn't know they did that.
• August 16, 2009, Blackpearl writes: Seriously sex in cars with boys is not what it used to be!! But damn that was hot and entertaining the whole "perverted Chinese Firedrill" was classic! Loved it!! ~ Sex in a car? No. Sex in an SUV or *giggles* minivan? Kinda doable back there.
• August 17, 2009, J- writes: _unintentional_ exhibitionism? You're not fooling me :P
• August 17, 2009, Grace writes: Oh, that was soooo erotic! The thought of you outlined in the headlights of that oncoming car in the midst of your orgasm. Mmmm! I don't know that I've ever had sex in a car, but you make me long for a 1950's sedan to try it out!
• August 17, 2009, rage writes: I am also wondering about the cameras....muahahahah!!!
• August 18, 2009, Dewey writes: Shoot, I didn't know that was you Lilly when I was standing outside the car. And you do make some delicious orgasmic sounds. Did you know that the whole theater gathered around your car in a big circle. We all enjoyed the post movie show. Hot hot hot. haha yes, I'm just messing around, but like Hubman said, you topless would incite reckless endangerment. This was a hot post and I like your sense of humor.
• August 22, 2009, IT Freak writes: Humm... this reminds me of me and my gurl ;)
• August 23, 2009, shon writes: It is a delightful story. I savored it from beginning to end.
• September 9, 2009, Fantasia Lillith writes: what is it about parking lots and cars? i've written two stories with them ... loved your way with words!
• September 13, 2009, Pia writes: It was interesting and I was so worried you two would get caught but it turned out great :)

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One of my earliest sexual fantasies that I can remember didn’t involve me doing anything directly with anyone else. In high school I really did have limited sexual experience past the requisite making out. Nothing major happened until my junior year and it was a fumbled poor attempt at sucking the cock of an asshole in the backseat of his car. I didn’t fully bloom until my first sexual relationship with a boy in the spring of my senior year. Before that, to be quite frank, sex and hard cocks and horny teenage boys really intimidated the hell out of me.

But I was still curious, albeit from a distance.

My parents owned an RV. Nothing fancy, nothing brand-new, but it served its purposes for the long traveling vacations they were fond of. There was the traditional double-bed sized sleeping loft above the drivers cabin. There was a full sized bed in the back, taking up one side of the rear of the RV.

Despite my limited knowledge of sex I knew that kids my age couldn’t really freely have sex wherever they wanted in their parents houses or even elsewhere. So my fantasy was to run a sex-mobile. A pay-by-the-hour motel room on wheels. Under cover of night, innocently driving and revealing nothing suspicious to the outside world. But inside…..I’d be treated with aural and visual teasing stolen peeks of the naked couple in the back bed of the RV. More elaborate fantasies had me rigging up secret hidden cameras to better view the debauchery.

Since I didn’t know how to orgasm or even where my clitoris was, at that age, I’m not sure why I tortured myself so much with these elaborate imaginative fantasies but I do at least recall that these aroused me greatly.

As I recall this set of fantasies now, the glaring differences between my generation and the current generation of high school kids are clear as day. I did not grow up in a small town, I was not friendly only with shy repressed wallflowers, and I had plenty of short-lived boyfriends. But the rampant sex lives of teenagers today is at once troubling and enviable. While I think I started making up for “lost time” with that senior year boyfriend and subsequent college romps, I still missed out on a lot of fun in the time period when I looked my best and was my most confident self.

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• July 26, 2009, Tracer Bullet writes: Youth is wasted on the young; prescription painkillers are wasted on the old.
• July 27, 2009, Big Geek writes: ahahaha its sort of funny that you mention the sex lives of this generation are both troubling and enviable. I have often thought that I was born just too late of course I was a wall flower intimidated by most every thing and every one... so that is more or less wishful thinking on my part. More a If I knew then what I know now sort of lament. Being the single father of a daughter it is astoundingly troubling. Especially given that my mother call used to call me regularly about some Opra show featuring wild sexual exploits of young teen girls. ~ I know I know, and I watch shows like Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill (I know, fiction but still....gotta get their storylines somewhere) and my GOD they're more "wordly" than I was even in college!!

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As we headed home from an afternoon of driving around and getting lost, we started driving past one of the many “adult” places on this stretch of highway. For some reason there’s a lot here, be it a store or a strip club. The stores all look shady to me, and I wouldn’t likely ever step foot in one, but there’s usually a car or more at nearly every one.

There’s one strip club that’s a little more out in the open, with regards to what is surrounding it. It’s right next door to a gas station, I think. I honestly don’t recall because I never pay much attention to what’s surrounding it. Especially this day.

It was a fairly hot day, not too bad, and late afternoon. I interrupted our conversation and whip my head around, eyes completely off the road in front of me, and stared at the girls washing cars outside the club. It’s clearly some event for the club; there’s a little canopy tent with a table under it and a handful of big burly men drinking and watching the girls. There’s about 4 girls that I was able to count in my split-second view. All wearing cut-off shorts and bikini tops. My eyes widen and I turn to him and say “Whoa! Can we turn around and go get our car washed???”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that?”

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I pulled into the parking lot. The girls were working on two cars, parked in front of the building which faced the highway. Pretty close to the highway, too. There’s no more room left there so I just slowly come to a stop as they all notice our car. I bet they were wondering if we were lost since I was the one in the driver’s seat. One comes over to my car as I put the window down all the way. She leans in, forearms resting on the door; she’s right in my face. She asks if we’d like to get our car washed, they’re doing it for free today. I just smiled and said “Sounds great”; she told me to pull up a bit and I parked to the side of the building.

He looked at me like I was crazy. I think I did suffer a moment of temporary insanity. Between the traffic on the highway and the men (whom I wouldn’t like gawking at me while naked, ew), I started feeling really self-conscious and wondering what the hell I just did. Too late, I realized, as a cute brunette sashayed over with various rags and towels and a bucket of water. She smiled and dove right into the small talk; I think she asked where we were from, what we were doing in the area but I don’t honestly remember. I was too busy watching her.

God she was good at this. The right combination of sorority girl car wash and Playboy Bunny car wash. Meaning, sexy and flirty and provocative but not so over the top that I felt like I was in a porno. We were, after all, 20 feet from the highway and 50 feet from another business so things had to be…..clean. I quickly realized that she probably wasn’t wearing panties under those very very short cut-off denim shorts. I think I stopped breathing as I stared at her ass when she bent down to scrub a tire or something – she bent at the waist and kept her ass in the air. Thoughtfully pointed right in our direction. The seam (which was about all that was left in the crotch of her shorts) pulled and wedged itself in the crack of her ass and the slit of her pussy affording me a view that couldn’t be rated PG-13. Suddenly I realized she was looking back at me expectantly. I startled and said “I’m sorry, what?” because I had no clue she had even asked another question. She just smiled like the cat who got the canary and continued on working.

As she quickly washed the car I was rewarded with continuous glimpses of as much as she could get away with out there. Ass cheeks and flashes of her shaved pussy, and a bikini top that had a lot of trouble keeping her properly covered. Somehow the part that ties around the neck managed to work themselves loose so that anytime she bent over all the way the tiny little knit triangles fell away from her breasts just enough to show nipple. If you were looking. And I was. Staring like a dirty old man, in fact. I don’t think I’ve ever concentrated so hard on hoping for a “wardrobe malfunction”, for the damn thing to just fall off entirely.

In an all-too-short blur of time, she finished up. He got into the passenger side while I shyly smiled at her and somehow managed to ask what nights she danced here. I assured her that we would be back.

“After the wonderful little show you gave me, I can’t wait to see the real thing. But please don’t try to tell me this car wash was free.” As I stared at her body trying to find a lucrative place to tuck the $10 bill, she stood a little closer to me but made no move to take that money from me. She smiled when I finally tucked it into the tight portion of strap in between her breasts; my fingers grazed cleavage and I boldly let them wander on over to her breast. When I looked at her she just smiled bigger, so I pinched her hard nipple in between forefinger and thumb. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and then I pulled away.

“Yes, we will be back.”

And with that, we left and continued for home.

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*sigh* I wish. Instead we kept on driving and fantasized the above. If only, if only.

Now then, who’s going to take me to a few good strip clubs? I’ve got a couple fantasies that I need to get working on making real, the sooner the better!

Comments

• July 20, 2009, Nolens Volens writes: Hmm...maybe I could talk some clubs into doing the car washes...if I succeed, will you visit our corn-fed girls this time? ;) ~ hehehehee I still maintain that's an awful far distance to travel simply for that
• July 20, 2009, Virgil writes: (whom I wouldn’t like gawking at me while naked, ew) Kinda changed your tune when the girl directed it at you, didn't you.? Now you understand why men gawk at girls. Occasionally, one will offer up a peek at the goodies, not unlike your road trip of not so long ago. It's a simple fact - women's bodies are made to be looked at and appreciated. And who was flashing 14th St in NYC not so long ago and hoping to be noticed? Don't be so harsh towards men doing what they've been trained to do by women. More tits and lips please. ~ Um no. I think you missed my point entirely. I was not expressing distaste BECAUSE the men were staring at the girls. This has nothing at all to do with that. It was the men IN PARTICULAR that I minded. It was their attitude, their demeanor, their expressions and them in general. No I do not begrudge men as a whole staring at women as a whole. I was saying that I, personally, would not be able to feel sexy and sultry and whatnot being stared down and leered at by THOSE men.
• July 20, 2009, Coy Pink writes: Lilly - Girl, if you come to town, I PROMISE to take you to a strip club. So fun! I've gotten quite a few nice lap dances from beautiful girls. I know you'd enjoy it. Virgil - Did you even read the post before you commented? And I have to address this: "Don’t be so harsh towards men doing what they’ve been trained to do by women." Um, excuse me? Women haven't trained men to do anything. All people are responsible for their own actions. There is a big difference between gawking at someone and an appreciative look. When I've been to strip clubs, I have admired the women but I also treated them with respect and was kind to them. Your comment reminds me of people who say that women who dress like sluts (whatever that means) deserve or ask for whatever happens to them (rape, cat call, harassment, etc). Welcome to the 21st century where all people are responsible for their behavior! ~ I'm sure I would and oh yes I'd love to go with you!!! I think plenty of men I know would also laugh off the notion of women training men. For anything.
• July 20, 2009, Gray writes: Oh my god, next time stop! We have tons of this in Vegas..;)
• July 20, 2009, adamantixx writes: thankfully they don't have car-washes like that in the U.K or i'd have the shinest damn car in town...but no money! you really do paint a perfect picture in words x ~ why thank you, new person!
• July 20, 2009, vanimp writes: Lilly ... that was a hot piece, lots of car washing that goes on here in summer hehe, you just gave me a nice idea for an HNT ;) Virgil ... you've been trained to perv? Wow where? I agree I don't think you did actually read that post correctly? Most women like the appreciative gazing, hell I do sometimes but not from just any man, anywhere there are lines and personal preferences. You make it sound like women are pieces of meat. You also try and make it sound like you are speaking for all men ... sheesh.Read properly before placing foot in mouth.
• July 20, 2009, Garth writes: Here's my takeaway from his post -Womens bodies are 'made' to be appreciated. That's right, they were crafted for that very purpose, so he has a right to do so. Hell, it's an obligation! It isn't a matter of finding beauty where we may, or in the things that excite us and appeal to us. No, better that it be out of the admirer's control completely. -Men have been 'trained' to do this by women. Again, men are absolved of any responsibility in the equation. It's the fault of those tempting women who have forced us to be this way. They were 'made' to tempt us, then they 'trained' us to want to gawk at them, so men are 'blameless'. -You are equally complicit specifically, and Virgil will be happy to tell you why, because he's been keeping a list and checking it twice of everything you did that conforms to his stereotypes. -You need to express opinions less and post pictures for his gratification more. -He thinks this really happened, despite the disclaimer, so he thinks you should have 'learned' from the experience what it's like to be a man helplessly drawn in like a moth to the flame. What Virgil doesn't seem to get is that when women fantasize about exhibitionism, they rarely are picturing beer-bellied greasy bears as their primary audience (unless they REALLY want to imagine as degrading an experience as possible, I guess, and even then, it's more about the illicit coarse repulsiveness than about wanting to show off for that kind of guy). Seedy seamy-skinned lounge lizards kicking back Coors aren't quickening anyone's pulses, Virgil. And if you gawk in hopes of illicit glimpses of something, take responsibility for it! It isn't because someone 'trained' you to do that; It's because you are hoping for a thrill, and in your case, Virgil, definitely an unintended one. But that's all gravy to the juicy turd-steak he served up with his comment about sticking to showing tits and lips. He's a chauvinistic pig.
• July 20, 2009, Hot Momma writes: That is it! My hubby and I are going to a strip club this weekend! I need some girl ACTION NOW...I can't take it anymore...I am going to explode... This story was just the icing on the cake...whooahh I am getting all twitter-patted... Good one :oD
• July 21, 2009, mina writes: and what a wonderful little fantasy! Yum!
• July 21, 2009, garbonzo writes: Next time you are out our way, we will be happy to take you to some fun strip clubs! Come visit soon!!!!
• July 23, 2009, blueyeguy writes: This was a great start - how about a sequel? Lil makes visit to club and gets her "private" lapdance... Or visits the "restricted" area... :)

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Regular readers of this blog have likely noticed that there was a sudden rash of sex toy reviews recently posted. Yeah it’s my blog and I can do what I want, but I do want to mildly apologize because I don’t like it being that way, that high ratio of reviews to regular posts on my blog. MY blog, not other blogs. Just sayin’, I’m not saying I hate it when other blogs post that way.

K?

K.

I do have good reason though. Part is due to my writing funk in April, I couldn’t fucking review toys. I just couldn’t be arsed to do my usual reviewing. And since I fully believe that the whole damn point to me reviewing them is to cover all pertinent information so that a potential buyer has all the information they need, I didn’t want to do a short post or a half-assed review. Yawn, right?

The other part of the reason is that I’m changing who I review for. I know personally quite a number of other bloggers who review and they review for a number of companies – anywhere from 2 or 3 up to 6 or 7. But I’m getting picky. My god am I getting to be a picky little bitch. No jelly/rubber toys. Nothing from Doc Johnson, or Topco, or the awful California Exotics. And I won’t bother to review a toy that others have reviewed and have said it wasn’t powerful enough. If nothing else I have learned that if ANY other reviewer claims that the toy isn’t powerful enough to get them off, it surely will not get my clit-o-steel off.

The manifestation of my pickiness then is coming out in multiple ways.

VibeReview – while I still think they’re a great company, just doesn’t have a decent selection of things *I have not tried*. I don’t want to imply that they don’t stock much in general. But it’s time for me to move on from them for now, with fond memories of them being the first ones to let me review toys.

Babeland and Sextoy.com – I had a lot that I wanted to say, but the diplomatic polite side won out. I will leave it at this: I had minor “affiliate/reviewer” issues with both companies, multiple minor things over time and it all added up to “stop”. Also with Sextoy.com, they have not become the site I thought they had the potential to be, back when I first reviewed the site. Too many products, from too many suppliers, and not enough focus on quality over quantity.

There were other retailers that I had sporadically reviewed for or reviewed for once, that I’ll also not be continuing with simply for the fact that I wanted to pare down.

While I decided against publicly airing my issues, if anybody, reviewer or buyer, wants to know more about the whys – email me.
I plan though to stay on as affiliates of these companies, so I will still get credit if you buy things via my links.

The other side of this change now is that I’m only going to be reviewing for one retailer exclusively, and that is EdenFantasys (didja notice the cool banner that I MADE over there in the sidebar, eh eh?? I think it rocks, frankly, and that I was able to make it change photos. I liked doing it, it’s personalized to my site). I know that a couple of bloggers had major issue with them last year. While the company is still owned by the same person, there were TONS of staff changes and other changes, and I’d like to give them the benefit of the doubt, clean slate, etc etc and so on.

I’ll also be occasionally reviewing items directly for Liberator.com.

This change up means that I’ll be doing fewer reviews over all. For those that don’t care much about reviews, it’s good news! You can also expect that some reviews will be in a more fluid format, less “inside the box” kinda like this (awesome. hot. steamy.) review that Sinclair did recently.

Comments

• June 12, 2009, Amorous Rocker writes: I had heard a lot of negatives about EF and a lot of folks told me to steer clear when I mentioned them emailing me about reviewing with him. While I just started reviewing with EF and don't have much of an opinion about them so far I do like that they've been courteous and great with communication. And I really like the selection they have, lol. The banner you made is flippin' awesome. Less reviews is never a bad thing. Always best to stick with a company or two that can really give you what you want over just taking everything that comes your way. There's nothing wrong with being picky either. Unless you're being overly difficult or downright obnoxious in it, which I doubt will happen with you. You're too sweet. =p Have a good weekend! ~ Thanks. And yes, I know exactly why others told you to steer clear. To be honest, at first that was my inclination because I had read all about AAG's experiences with the owner, and the issues that the NYC Sex Blogger Calendar had. But, I do know now that there is a whole new set of people doing things and I expect better things to come from them, as a company.
• June 12, 2009, NoName writes: Wow – what a move! I agree with you – Eden probably the most stand out of all and I would’ve moved the same direction as you just did but I’m afraid, I don’t have guts. Wish you all the best and hope you’ll stand your way. Will be following you. Xoxo ~ I don't think it takes guts! I'm standing up for beliefs...and I don't want to back every toy company that comes my way. I've turned a whole bunch down because of what they sell, what they don't sell, and what sexual health information they don't give.
• June 13, 2009, rage writes: It doesn't matter to me what you write about (sex toys review or not), I will still read your blog. Temper and I have so many sex toys in our pleasure chest and many just sit there and we get no use out of them. We have our favorites and stand by them. I am a Hitachi girl myself as I have publicly stated on your blog many times. I am also a fan of the flogger but we won't get into that discussion right now... xoxo
• June 14, 2009, Adriana writes: Good for you. I think what everyone needs to do differs but I think you make some valid points. Sextoy.com is hard to navigate as a reviewer or a shopper because there is just.too.damned.much. I haven't had issues with Babeland and I really like to review for them but I'll keep an eye out. I've never had issues reviewing for EF and I stayed on cautiously when others had issues but things definitely do seem to be getting only better. Plus, the site is easy to shop.
• June 14, 2009, vanimp writes: Nice linky, rather sexy and good move sweetie. I think you have made the best decision for you. I recently joined EF and I am impressed with the team and there's some awesome reviews on the site as well. I sooo get the clit of steel comment *giggle* x

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I told her I wanted her to come for me. Not just for me but for ME. What I had in mind was risky but the high erotic factor of it was clouding my brain and I just wanted it. Hadda have it. I felt my greed take over.

But first….the torture.

Off and on throughout the day.

……and what if Barry, the guy across the aisle and down one, can smell your wet cunt as you…..

……i would do it if you told me to but please….please don’t make me go to……

…..Sarah, don’t you want to show off that body? I know I do, I want to show you off while…..

…..i am torn with your words and torn between wanting and not wanting….

Little bits and what-if’s peppered into the day. I grew more sadistic and suggestive as the afternoon wore on, my mix of humiliation and erotic sensual scenarios had her begging for respite. Just begging for me to allow my slut to escape to the 8th floor restroom for a quick wank. I denied her time and again and told her she needed to wait until 5pm. I wouldn’t tell her why. But oh can you just imagine…a horny girl, skirt and no panties? Hard to resist, isn’t it….

I went to her desk to get her promptly at 5. The majority of people in the office, in the building in fact, worked earlier shifts. Very few people were left and they all tended to practically run for the elevators at 4:58. I leaned down and whispered “Sarah….spread your legs for me…” She glanced around, as if I hadn’t already checked on this, and as she spread her legs I reached up her skirt. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and pushed it out to spread her further for me. I let my fingers trail over her mound before I slipped one finger past her lips to find that she was, quite literally, dripping wet. Thick and sticky. I roughly rubbed a finger over and around her clit for a few seconds before I pulled away. She was biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.

“Gather your things, Sarah, and follow me. Now.”

I took her to our favorite out-of-the-way restroom and headed to the back stall, the large handicapped one. As I entered it, she hesitated, until it was obvious that I was holding the door waiting for her to come in as well. She looked at me with such uncertainty but didn’t say anything. I hung our two bags on the back of the stall door; I stood just in front of the toilet and I had her stand facing me, her back to the door. I yanked her shirt up over her head, just the front of it, hooking it behind her neck. Her chest exposed but the shirt was still “on”.

Next, I shoved the cups of her bra down and under her tits. I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t resist giving a firm hard pinch and pull to one nipple, just to watch her struggle with staying silent despite the pain and pleasure that caught her by surprise. I then lifted the front of her full knee-length skirt and shoved the material of it up and through the band of her bra. Her cunt and tits fully exposed for me but her clothes were still on. Depraved and beautiful.

As I kept an ear out for the telltale squeak of the door (I pray they never fix that loud squeak) I sat down on the toilet and whispered her instructions with my lips to her ear, threatening to graze her sensitive neck. She was to sit on my lap. Facing me. Bring her legs up off the floor if she could manage it. I lifted my own skirt up my body so that she would be sitting on my bare skin – there was purpose in this beyond the need to feel skin to skin.

My sweet girl complied and I stared at this gorgeous filthy girl who was mine and just inches away. We had never been quite this close before, this intimate.

“Come for me, slut. Right here, and hurry up.”

The warmth radiated from her cunt, her musky scent filled my nostrils and the decadent wet sloshy sounds nearly drove me insane with lust as she furiously rubbed her clit. Her chest broke out in redness, her brow furrowed in concentration – concentrating on coming for me but also being silent. I just could not help myself as I leaned my head forward and my mouth latched onto her nipple. A small, surprised squeak slipped past her lips as I roughly sucked and bit her. Suddenly her breathing was more erratic and quick; I stopped, leaned back and watched the show about to happen.

She clenched her eyes shut, tucked her chin and bit her lower lip. Then she held her breath for a few seconds and I knew she was climaxing when her eyes opened, her head tipped back and her mouth opened wide, lips forming a big “O”. I watched her cunt and I could partially see the spasms and contractions; my favorite sight. Her feet touched the ground and she put a hand on the stall wall to steady herself as her body came down from the high of climaxing.

I waved her off me and motioned for her to fix her clothing as I fixed my own and cleaned up (the damn slut left quite a mess on my thighs!). She then made a move to reach for the toilet paper to wipe away the wetness that was no doubt running down her thighs but I stopped her. I opened the stall door, peeked around and saw no one. I shoved her out ahead of me and finally was able to speak.

“You’re going to walk to your car like that, all sodden and slutty. The breeze will dry you while also carrying your scent to those around you. Don’t hide your face; act as if nothing is amiss and see if you can tell who notices. Report back to me tomorrow morning.”

I kissed her then, hard and crazed and full of lust.

We walked out together; I wanted to make sure she didn’t secretly detour to a bathroom before exiting the building. We walked our separate ways, while I practically ran for my car. I absolutely HAD to orgasm before I was fit for driving.

Part Two

Part One

Comments

• June 7, 2009, Nadia West writes: I had managed to get my horniness under control until I read this. Damn, girl, you write well. ~ God I wish I could get paid for this shit.....lol. Thank you :)
• June 8, 2009, Grace writes: Mmmmmmmmmmm! That was wonderful! ~ Thanks :)
• June 8, 2009, Coquitten writes: I have tried so hard to find good domination erotica between women - after reading this, I could just read this series over and over and I would be set. God, I wish I was in Sarah's position! ~ Wow, thank you :) I agree, it's not easy to find it....unless Sinclair is writing it, but even then it's a gender-fuck angle. Hot, but still different than what you're referring to.
• June 8, 2009, swordfish writes: this is very good writing, lilly...you've obviously been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you? ~ Honestly....no. This one was actually written within the same couple days as the first two, a few weeks ago. It was about a week in between the time the notion was put into my head by him and the time I wrote it. Just....inspiration kept hitting, my mind kept going there....snowball.
• June 8, 2009, blueyeguy writes: Damn Lil - Not only do you build the tension and the erotic atmosphere, but gift wrap it in sensuality with an orgasmic bow! Wow - great work. Truly some of your best words... Blue ~ Wow, thanks :) Christ I hate that I need validation, but it's so nice to hear that others like it. I mean SURE I got whorishly wet and had to wank right after finishing, but that's because it's playing in my head.
• June 9, 2009, Sexie sadie writes: I LOVE LOVE LOVE your erotica! Very hot woman. I need a shower now :) xo~Sadie
• June 9, 2009, Cheating Wife writes: That was fucking fantastic, L. Loved it!! XO CW
• June 13, 2009, rage writes: Yep, that was hot!
• June 18, 2009, Subtle Release writes: Oh my. Glad to see you haven't lost your spark, dear :) /J
• June 23, 2009, Radical Vixen » Blog Archive » Sugasm #168 writes: [...] Lilly’s Turn - Part 3: Wherein Lust, Greed and Risk Intersect “She was biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.” [...]
• July 8, 2009, Bill writes: WOW,that was Good

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