I have admittedly been spending a good portion of time fondly recalling images of Mona’s body. Can you blame me? As I wrote when she first approached me: yes, I’ve had several women write in asking for sexual dares, and the results have often been fantastic, but actually knowing the woman has changed the game dramatically (of course I know my wife, but this blog was specifically founded on the idea of inserting more adventure into our lives). There are advantages to this, to put it mildly: I get to see Mona standing naked on a balcony, for instance. Yes, the possibilities are overwhelming, but I’ve also come to realize that if this is going to be anything but a disaster, I’m probably going to have to stay as completely anonymous (and distant) with Mona as I have with my wife. What does that mean? Likely no more balcony scenes anytime soon. I’ll be a good dirty Mr. X and propose adventures from behind a computer screen. I’ll discover my own adventures away from that connection.
So what to do with Mona? She seems eager to do absolutely anything, so I figured I’d start her off with a sex fantasy, as I did one of the first readers who wrote in: Lisa. To my mind that experiment was a big success, not only because of Lisa’s daring, but because it allowed me to see into her fantasy mind and understand what made her tick. And if Mona and I are going to become anonymous friends, that’s a secret understanding I could use. So I wrote her a letter not unlike the one I once wrote Lisa: Continue reading Mona’s Sex Fantasy Experiment
First of all, I can’t even begin to describe what’s going on in there. Illicit messages…photo dares…virtual three-ways…pirate fantasies. By ”in there” I of course mean in The Sex Experiment social network, which was inaugurated just over a month ago as a new way to meet friends, dare strangers, admit fantasies, share photos, and talk dirty. The results of this experiment have exceeded my wildest dreams (and my dreams do tend to run wild). In the 
We’re in bed, we’re naked. My cock is hard and slipping up through her slick, split lips. I’m teasing her, refusing to enter, like a boat shallowly parting waters. I want her to beg. I want to hear her talking dirty in 
Dearest X,
Pinup Girl,
Dear Mr. X,
Within hours, Mona had responded to 
So I’ve got a new pen pal, and you know how much I like pen pals. Many women have written into this blog asking for their own dares, and I’ve been quite happy to oblige, particularly when I’ve seen their impressive results (
