I would rather manage, meter, and lose. The lost may hurt just a little less because I THINK I had a little control.

I would rather love with all my heart, and lose, knowing I did everything I could, knowing how much I can give, learning the lessons and habits that align best with the life I want most to live. There are things worse than heartbreak, and nothing better than loving with everything you’ve got.

I certainly agree with Luis that would be ideal, perfect.

I don’t have an answer to this one. Depends on the point in time, for which do I hurt and long more.

I know I have to have both, and more, there are certain things if we settle for not having, the price is too high. The question then becomes… Can you get them all from one person? For how long? What are the viable alternatives if you can’t create them all with one person forever, and you choose not to forfeit having them all. I would add…[Read more]

Posing nude is not easy but it is easier than revealing something about myself.

Personally, a private revelation is equally hard, if not even harder.

I’d pick revealing something significant every time. Private or not. I love the the process, and the results of sharing with people in this way… And I am stillinhibit about nudity.

Sex with moments 🙂

I want the rarer of the two “choices.” I want that heart stopping moment.

Not even a contest for me: partner’s best friend. Is it really possible to rather fuck a best friend? (Of course I’m assuming we’re talking categories rather than actual people.)

Me too. Rather fuck partner’s best friend.

I could go either way with this choice. The deciding factor would be where my partner was on the whole thing. If there was a chance of them being hurt or confused, I’d stick with my own best friend.

between my female best friend and my wife’s best friend it is a difficult choice, but I guess my wife’s best friend so as not to ruin my female best friend’s friendship

Sexy kitty you are one damn sexy treat!

The best kind of enjoying ones’ selves I’ll say!

That’s a helluva a good night!

Oh yes please sexy kitty… We all cried more, more, more!

I am on a sexy adventure today myself, I am not so much a writer, but perhaps your contributions will inspire reciprocal urges.

Yes! PLEASE, yes!
(Although these stories are more appropriate in the Experiment Group. Post in Fantasy Group if a story is more fantasy and not reality.)

Games like these make for the spice and heat needed in every relationship. Bravo.

Ha, good one

Dare for @him Mr. X:
I dare you to tell us a yet unfulfilled fantasy, the one that is on top of the list if there is a list. Describe the sexual, sensual, emotional nature of that desire. If you can make it happen, what is the extent of the yearning that would drive you to fulfill that fantasy and accept all the consequences.

My part is already written. I am sure Mr X will do a proper backdrop on it and maybe add his point of view too.

It appears I may be the one interested in seeing Mr X quaking in his boots. Part 2 of dare:
Hand write the fantasy and slip it between the pages of a Henry Miller book at the local library, requesting the finder to replace your fantasy with one of their own. Go back to library in a few weeks to check out the progress.

I dare you for the next month to write your full and unfiltered comments, answers, or responses to all posts.

Or

I dare you to post a picture of yourself (retaining your anonymity of course is fine), that gives us a strong sense of more than one aspect of your appearance, and style.

Or

I dare you to tell us one of the most interesting…[Read more]

I’ll let this ride for a few more days in case others have comments, and then I’ll get down to fulfilling a dare (gulp).

And do tell, who was the forbidden fruit?

“……….But I loved you and I wanted to know and I wanted to be with you. I thought it might even be just this one time. I started to have all kinds of doubts. I don’t remember what they were. I was afraid I might not recognize you to find you. But when I saw you, I knew it was you. I didn’t want to stare too much. I remembering walking…[Read more]

….He got up, walked around the barrier of desk. He stood behind the chair I was sitting. Then he bent his head, I felt him at my profile. I turned to look up at him. And he kissed me. Soft and strong…his mouth was so soft, but he left me no doubt of the force underlying the tenderness. Lips parted, he entered me with his tongue, and I, into h…[Read more]

I turned and tippy-toed up to say it was great to meet, to give him a polite kiss on the cheek, to bid him good night.
“No,” he said, “on the mouth, right here, right in front of the whole world.”
And I knew then I wanted in, at least a little bit, into his whole world.

Before anything else, she reached and took my hand into hers. She asked if that was okay. Yes. And we walked holding hands. Did I make the next first move? Maybe I did, I was inpatient and I think I am the more patient one. Kissing her filled my senses with the erotic sounds of her whimpers and intense trembling of her skin. I just wanted to…[Read more]

I was a complete nerd when it came to dating. My first kiss was with a boy from my church, that my mom set me up with senior year. I had never been on a date, to a dance, asked out by a boy, didn’t wear makeup, barely ever even wore a dress… none of it. I was a nervous wreck. He tried to hold my hand at several points during the evening. I…[Read more]

Mallory, fabulous question, these are all so charming to read. I want more people to share more first kisses!