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Very hard to narrow it down. I keep thinking of more amazing moments

I used to play sport with a rather beautiful married coworker.

One night her shoulder was hurting so I was invited to massage it. I was very behaved despite the “massage noises”.

Each week from then on, increasing levels of massage happened over 10 weeks or more. Shoulder became back. Hands slipped below pantyline onto buttocks. Shoulders progressed increasingly forward to upper boob.

Then back became tummy too.
I was so agonisingly restrained.
The tummy massage got lower and lower.
Eventually my hand was stopped.

But the next week it was “don’t I get a massage this week?”.

You can imagine the rest. But that was essentially 10 weeks of excitement. You could the sexual tension with a knife.

We had kinda sleep walked further and further. Both deceiving ourselves as to what was happening. But when it happened, everything was unleashed. It was absolutely amazing.
 
Very hard to narrow it down. I keep thinking of more amazing moments

I used to play sport with a rather beautiful married coworker.

One night her shoulder was hurting so I was invited to massage it. I was very behaved despite the “massage noises”.

Each week from then on, increasing levels of massage happened over 10 weeks or more. Shoulder became back. Hands slipped below pantyline onto buttocks. Shoulders progressed increasingly forward to upper boob.

Then back became tummy too.
I was so agonisingly restrained.
The tummy massage got lower and lower.
Eventually my hand was stopped.

But the next week it was “don’t I get a massage this week?”.

You can imagine the rest. But that was essentially 10 weeks of excitement. You could the sexual tension with a knife.

We had kinda sleep walked further and further. Both deceiving ourselves as to what was happening. But when it happened, everything was unleashed. It was absolutely amazing.
Phew! *fans myself
 
Hmmm. I had a slightly complicated situation in my youth where a couple I was friends with split up. Unbeknownst to me I was a partial reason, as it turns out R had developed feelings for me. I was long-term single at this point, and N basically asked me to get together with her. We had a bit of a thing, but it was never going to be long term.

Anyway, they got back together and I ended up staying over on the couch. I'm not sure exactly what was happening, but she was extremely vocal, and for quite a long time. Possibly I missed an opportunity? 🤷🏻‍♂️
 
Was the question “what do you say to let your partner know you are now available for sex?”
First, I want to say that I'm free to see others. Okay ... now,

I had just gotten home. It was Sunday. I had been gone since Friday. I was wearing the sweatshirt of another man. I led my husband into the bedroom. Inside, I closed the door. Kissed him madly. Walked him backwards until the edge of the bed made him sit. I reached for my phone from my purse. Hit "boyfriend". "I just got home. Send it."

To my husband: "Where's your laptop?" I followed where his eyes looked to the bedside table. "Get it. You have an email."

We climbed on the bed. Him, leaned against the headboard. Me, on my side next to him. I kissed his arm and reached over and pointed to the e-mail. "Open it."

The view was from beside us. I was sitting in my "boyfriend's" lap. I was wearing what I left in Friday. My "boyfriend" was wearing what I was wearing now. We kissed. We touched. We explored. We expressed approval :) . I made love to him ... rode him until I came and then he came.

New angle. Side view from "boyfriend's" bed. Both naked. No more making love ... no more mister nice guy. Loud. Screams. Slapping. Grunts. Bellows. Hair pulling. Screams. Grunts. Finished.

I reached over and closed the laptop. "Too much?" He loved every inch of me. We made love.

The end.
 
Answer: It was the once when I was in a club and was so drunk that we were dancing our asses off, then I was asked for more drinks by a guy who kept insisting me and and my friend to join with his friends. We turned his offer down and kept dancing alone, but after a while when I headed to the toilets I saw the guys follow me and touch me inappropriately. I wanted to shout, but the booze kicked in and I was in no situation to resist and push them away. I was pushed into one of the rooms and you know what next.

That was the first ever time when I had to take it even though I didn't want it at first place. But it was not forced so to say, I just gave in.
 
Answer: It happened when I was back in college, as I was masturbating with a dildo in the bathroom, I was getting more turned on that I let out more moans. When I walked out my roommates were standing giggling and they knew what I was covering and holding in my towels. My roommate asked if the bath was so wet, I had to moan so much. It really turned me on to know my friends listened to my moans.
 
Anything? Yes but to a point. I think if I saw him even now it would be hard for me to say ... what was that word???? There it is -- no! On one hand, he was everything. On the other, very much less than everything. the paradox drove me mad in all the right and wrong ways.
 
Anything? Yes but to a point. I think if I saw him even now it would be hard for me to say ... what was that word???? There it is -- no! On one hand, he was everything. On the other, very much less than everything. the paradox drove me mad in all the right and wrong ways.
This sounds complicated.
 
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