Memorable Sex Moments.

English Lady

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Today, 23rd September, is my 5 year wedding anniversary. Yes my darling husband (Some of you may know him as Mitnik or Stolen Dream) has put up with me for all that time and more. I'm making him pavalova.


Now, what has this got to do with the title? Ahh well the offical story is that my darling bewloved proposed to me after eating my delicious pavalova. However, the official story is not what really happened.


My parents were away with my sister and Mit and I had the house to ourselves, we made our way to my bedroom as soon as he arrived and very soon we were both naked. I remember it vividly, we were on my single bed, I was straddling him, looking down on him, my hair loose. I remember as the thrusting got mor frenzied he whispered

"Will you marry me?" (there was more moans and pantings, but you get the gist) and I literally shouted

"YES!"

I tease him to this day that I just had an orgasm and was too embarassed to let him know I wasn't answering his question *grins*

Anyhow, share with me some of your most memorable sex moments, take as many words as you like and deal in as much (or as little) detail as you like, but the voyeur in me wants to know ;)

You might even set off a story idea, who knows?
 
My husband proposed to me in a mall outside of JCPenney. You win!

As for memorable sex ... that time on my desk (with the spiral notebook containing mangled physics homework poking me in the ass) was quite memorable. And then, there was the time I found a staple in the carpet ... with my forehead.
 
i was proposed to exactly 7 minutes after the birth of my oldest. i know. i was looking at the clock at the time. 12:07 AM

Memorable sex. hmmm....

i'll have to go with this one time, at band camp (it was actually after a football game, but i'm still tired enough to go for humor) this previously unkown guy that i'd been keeping an eye on picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and dragged me off into the desert.

He was BIG - well over twice my size at the time - and had thick muscles. He scared the bejeezus out of me until that night. It was so memorable simply because i had never thought that a man that size could be so gentle, or would take his time to tease and play. He had nobody to impress but me. It was just he and i on a big blanket out in the middle of the desert, big almost-full moon and millions of stars, but i can remember every bit of it.

It wasn't until later i found out that he was a Russian hockey player. i've enjoyed the game from that day on.

That and i've learned to appreciate smiley face yellow underwear.
 
Imp - finding a staple with your head sounds very painful to me *ouch*

entitled, surprisingly enough I don't remember the exact time my hubby proposed ;)
 
English Lady said:
"Will you marry me?" (there was more moans and pantings, but you get the gist) and I literally shouted

"YES!"

I tease him to this day that I just had an orgasm and was too embarassed to let him know I wasn't answering his question *grins*

LOL

Very funny, EL. It's good to have something very personal to tease the SO about.

In fact, I tease the wife about...hey, stop punching me in the arm...or I'll tell 'em I will...
 
eric shawn listo said:
LOL

Very funny, EL. It's good to have something very personal to tease the SO about.

In fact, I tease the wife about...hey, stop punching me in the arm...or I'll tell 'em I will...

Go on- do tell :D
 
eric shawn listo said:
I would if she'd stop punching my arm. I can type with one hand.
:devil:

Liar! :D


(or not, depending on if you read this righ first time or not DOH!)
 
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English Lady said:

Oh, you know me so well.
:rolleyes:

Let's just say, the first time the wife and I did it we ended up on the floor.(yes, there was a bed in the room, but it squeeked and we had to be quiet) There was a carpet on the floor and, in our passion, a small rug burn formed on the small of her back. (she didn't notice at the time!) Anyway, I got to tease her about that mark for about a year.

It has now faded totally. But I still tease her.

Y'know, that I left my mark on her. ;)
 
eric shawn listo said:
Oh, you know me so well.
:rolleyes:

Let's just say, the first time the wife and I did it we ended up on the floor.(yes, there was a bed in the room, but it squeeked and we had to be quiet) There was a carpet on the floor and, in our passion, a small rug burn formed on the small of her back. (she didn't notice at the time!) Anyway, I got to tease her about that mark for about a year.

It has now faded totally. But I still tease her.

Y'know, that I left my mark on her. ;)

Awww, sweet :)
 
Memorable sex...

well, there was that time when the bed collapsed under my lover and me... the time when my mum walked in... that time when my boyfriend and I were sleeping over at a friend's house, and her dog got worried that we were fighting, so he woke my friend up...
 
entitled said:
i was proposed to exactly 7 minutes after the birth of my oldest. i know. i was looking at the clock at the time. 12:07 AM

Memorable sex. hmmm....

i'll have to go with this one time, at band camp (it was actually after a football game, but i'm still tired enough to go for humor) this previously unkown guy that i'd been keeping an eye on picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and dragged me off into the desert.

He was BIG - well over twice my size at the time - and had thick muscles. He scared the bejeezus out of me until that night. It was so memorable simply because i had never thought that a man that size could be so gentle, or would take his time to tease and play. He had nobody to impress but me. It was just he and i on a big blanket out in the middle of the desert, big almost-full moon and millions of stars, but i can remember every bit of it.

It wasn't until later i found out that he was a Russian hockey player. i've enjoyed the game from that day on.

That and i've learned to appreciate smiley face yellow underwear.
Damn, that's just... beautiful!

I had desert sex, many many years ago, when I worked as an extra on a movie. It was a fantasy film, we were a desert tribe, and the costumes were sort of Bedouin-slash-Native American-slash whatever. Me and a friend ducked into the white dunes... There were white goats and chickens wandering around... And the sage was in bloom... My sari-style veil made a blanket, we did it doggie style.
And then ran back to the set, where we had to be native musicians for hours and hours, so I drummed myself into a trance.
All that fun and getting paid for it! I'd forgotten about it until you mentioned...


My husband said "Want to make a baby with me?" and we did, I conceived that night. That was some good sex too, I remember my voice was hoarse the next day
:rose:
 
Svenskaflicka said:
Memorable sex...

well, there was that time when the bed collapsed under my lover and me... the time when my mum walked in... that time when my boyfriend and I were sleeping over at a friend's house, and her dog got worried that we were fighting, so he woke my friend up...
It could be worse. The first time i met hubby's parents we flew down here for a week. i was far enough along in my first pregnancy that the airline wouldn't allow me to board withouth a physician's approval slip.

Anyway, we got here, and i got frisky in the middle of the night. We were staying in his parents' house. Our room was right across from theirs. Our combined weight at the time was nearly 400 lbs. Add to that the fact that i tend to squirm... Three of the slats under the mattress broke at the same time. His parents came running in a few seconds later.

That was awkward.
 
Most memorable:

I was very young and she was in her late forties (older than my mom at the time) She was drinking as usual and spread her legs wider than I ever thought possible. I pumped into her for what seemed like forever, and she called me over in her house whenever she saw me out playing with my friends. My first older woman.
 
in the desert... on my knees in a very small back seat... with Lords of Acid on the tape deck. Yeah, cars still had tape decks back then ;)
 
Making out with a young woman (over 18) who had convinced me that we weren't going to do anything more than kiss because of her religious upbringing, and the fact we'd met only a few hours before.

After hours of kissing, and in less time that it takes to read this sentence, she suddenly popped open my shorts, and had me in her mouth for a wild, wet, totally unexpected blow job.
 
I had this male Friend. We were just friends because he was searching for a special girl. I had already been married and was in the process of divorce. I always found him to be an attractive guy. But, I understood that we could only be friends. We went everywhere together, Movies shopping. We spent allot of time to geather just as friends.

One night we got together to watch a movie at his house. I dressed comfortable ( had on my granny panties, the kind I would never let a guy see!) He cuddled up to me on the couch. Again no surprise, we often cuddled... than he kissed me... Like I have never been kissed before Wow! total shock.

We decide to be friends with benefits, It was increadable... I was free to explore all the things sexual that i wanted to try with him. He taught me allot!

The one rule we had was when one of us found a relationship, we would end the sexual side of our friendship. I happened to be the one that found the relationship first. We are still friends... He is married now, His wife just smiles at me when we meet. (I wonder what he told her about me).

I will never forget the time we spent togeather, when my BF tells me what a good lover I am, I smile to my self and think of the time I spent with my teacher, my friend.
 
Wonderful tales all *grins* I'm enjoying reading'em as right now hubby and I are in two different houses -don't worry, he's coming *wg* here very soon. :)
 
The link below is to a story about the first time my future/current wife-unit and I went anywhere together. In this case, Central Park in NYC. The story is not a work of fiction. Only the names and POV have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers.

Handling Things in Central Park

Rumple Foreskin :cool:
 
When I was with my ex last year, we shared a bed in a room in halls. Now, the rooms are fairly small and these beds were commensurate. There are king sized beds and there are queens sized beds and there are ones this size, which I can only describe as serf-beds. Smaller than a normal single by a long way.

We were both sleeping naked and one night, in the middle of the night, I was half asleep and turned from my back to my side, so that we were face to face. My arm draped over her hip and she snuggled a little closer to mei n her sleep. My hand curved around her, sliding up to the small of her back to pull her a little closer and I felt her legs part, allowing mine in between. We were still both half-asleep, but our mouths met and we were kissing, wildly, passionately, without any inhibition or restraint, my hands coursing her body, pulling her closer to me, her leg sliding up to coil around my hip as we slid together, moving as one, wihtout a single word being said or either of us truly waking up.

That's my best memory.

The Earl
 
eric shawn listo said:
Y'know, that I left my mark on her. ;)

One memerable moment for me was when I left my mark on my ex, though it's not one of his fondest memories.

It was while we were dating, and we had to be quiet, but I went to my knees with him sitting on the bed, and proceded to do my favorite activity. Before dropping down, I warned him I was in a biting mood, and it seemed to excite him. So I took him in about mid way and gave a light nibble. I hear the word "harder" so ofcorse I obey. Then again "harder". I was trying to hold back because I didn't want to hurt him. Then again I hear "harder!" this time with a much more forceful sound, so I obeyed and chomped down. Next thing I know I'm being smacked upside the head. I look up and he's almost in tears but can't scream out or his mom would know what we'd been up to. Then I hear "Too Hard!". That was almost 6 years ago and he still has very visible teeth marks. :eek:
 
We'd missed the ferry across the Gironde to Royan, it was spring after the terrible storms in the mid 90's that flattened most of the Bordeaux region. The imagery of the force of nature, trees uprooted and scattered, telephone cables hanging like spent Christmas decorations from roadside poles, had a stirring primitive effect on the both of us. We watched the ferry leave, we had an hour until the next and we were quiet alone, the French hate to queue. She took me a grass bank bathed in sunshine, undressed me, straddled me, her body golden gleaming in the afternoon light and we loved slowly with the smell of the earth and the grass and each other emblazened forever in my mind.
 
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