Reader Mallory wrote in to the site’s Your Experiments Group about a dare she was recently given. These were her results.
I was rushing to work yesterday morning when I noticed the state of my heels. I commented that I needed to get new ones. You frowned at my worn, black patent leather Ferragamo Vara pumps and asked if I would be getting “those” again. “Of course,” I said. “These are classic. Okay, maybe I’ll get them in black calf instead.” You shook your head: ”No, no. I’m buying.” You pulled me over to my closet, handed me a short black skirt. You told me to change into it later, but to keep my black fishnet stockings on. You said you would pick me up at my office. Frowning again, you warned me not to even think about sneaking out and getting yet another pair of ”those.” Continue reading A Reader’s High Heeled Experiment
Recently the site’s 
I’m pleased to announce my most erotic experiment yet. It’s called 
Dear Dirty Talker,
“She does get excited, doesn’t she,” I said. From my office, where I had been sitting at my desk, pretending to do something very important at my computer, I had been waiting for sounds from the bedroom, where my wife was being 
Mr. X dared my wife to get a massage at home from 
Mr. X dared my wife to get a massage at home from her sexy masseur. The catch? He also wanted me to be at home. Her e-mail response was so long, and so potentially revolutionary for our marriage, that I’ve chosen to post it in two parts. This is the first part of her response. The second part is 
Oh Sexy Lady,
There is at least one glaring disadvantage to anonymously e-mailing sexual dares to a real-life acquaintance: when she comes back and blows your mind with her erotic mastery, you may find yourself unable to think of anything else for days on end.
Dear Mr. X,