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- Love Your Daddy (part one) December 1, 2013
- From a recent Q Graduate November 23, 2013
How this page “My Dalliances” Came About…
After sharing about spiritual sexuality with so many men and women over the years, I have heard some amazing stories! I’ve always wanted to share some of these uplifting erotic tales to inspire others to have more empowered, endearing and meaningful sexual experiences.
So about a year ago, I asked several friends to send me their never-been-told-before stories of a special erotic memory. I asked that the messages be positive, uplifting and that the story convey something about their innermost desires and fantasies. When the stories came rolling in, they started something wonderful. I promised I would someday share them to inspire people to make love in unusual, beautiful and sometimes daring ways. Community members will soon be invited to share their erotic ‘dalliances’, so stay tuned.
Here’s just one of the amazing stories I have received…
“Hello!” This was his no nonsense business tone of voice. “Hello Darling” Her voice was low and sultry. “Well, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you this afternoon. Did I ever tell you that you sound very sexy on the phone?” “About a hundred times, but I never get tired of hearing it” Her voice trailed off as she whispered, I called to see what time you’ll be home.” “With Friday night traffic, I imagine about 6 p.m. Why?”
“I have a very special evening planned and I wanted to have everything prepared when you arrived home.” She practically purred into the phone and he felt his cock begin to swell and harden.
“Are you still at work?”
“Nope, I’m at home getting everything ready, “ she said slyly. “You really have me intrigued. What do you have planned?” He really was curious for he never knew what new what fantasy she might dream up. Where did she get this stuff? He asked himself. He knew that his imagination and libido was in overdrive, but he had finally met his match and OMG! Was it ever fun!
“Now if I told you;, she said, “then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” “Well, I guess not, but you mean that I have to sit here for the next three hours and try to figure out what you are up to? Just talking to you has given me a raging hardon and it is getting damn uncomfortable!” “Poor baby, I promise to take good care of you when you get home. I can’t wait to get your cock in my mouth. Everything will be ready by six. See you soon!” And with that he heard the phone click on the other end of the line before he could pry a clue from her.
Damn how am I going to get through the rest of the afternoon knowing she has cooked up an another wild fantasy?
Planning to bring it to life for his pleasure, he shifted in the chair to relieve the pressure on his hardened cock and tried to get back to work.
“ I’m home!” he called out as he came in the front door and dropped his keys and briefcase on the hallway table. The house smelled incredible! He smelled exotic spices, sandlewood incense and her perfume Shalimar. That’s all she ever wore and she always smelled good enough to eat, which he did with great regularity. He chuckled to himself as she came down the hall. “ what’s so funny?” She stood up on tiptoes to kiss him. She was wearing something that looked like a sari, sheer red silk with an applied gold pattern. She wore without the customary fitted garment he had seen before worn under saris.
“What’s with the sari?” And isn’t part of it missing? Not that I am complaining. You know that the fewer clothes you have on when you meet me at the door, the better it is. “This is the abbreviated version of the sari. Are you ready for a great adventure tonight?” Before he could answer she took him by the hand and led him down the hall toward their bedroom. He could hear exotic music playing softly in the bedroom, perhaps it was Persian classical. When she got to the bedroom door it was closed.
“OK, you can’t see the bedroom until after I have bathed you. So I am just going to put this little blindfold on until we get into the bathroom.” With that she put the black silk blindfold on him and opened the bedroom door. All of the scents of the room assaulted his nostrils as she led him through the room and then shut the bathroom door once they were inside. She pulled the blindfold off as he blinked his eyes to get them into focus again. The big whirlpool tub was full of bubbles and the air was scented from bath oils and the numerous candles burning in the room. She didn’t say a word, she just started to undress him slowly. As she did,every inch of flesh that was uncovered was kissed and licked. Finally, he stood the there completely naked with his thick cock standing at attention. She could not resist the temptation and for just a moment knelt in front of him and with her saliva covered tongue vigorously sucked the head of his cock. She was really hungry to have her mouth completely filled with cock and feel his warm come flow down her throat but she knew she would have to wait.
“Go ahead and get in. I’m going to bathe you and get you all relaxed from the commute.” She stepped away so he could step into the tub. She hit a button and set the whirlpool to the lowest speed. “OMG, this feels good,” he moaned as he sank down into the hot scented water. So, what comes next he thought, I can barely wait. “Shhh, no talking. Just lie back in the tub and let me do the rest.” She picked up a washcloth and soaped it up with a scented soap. She slowly washed his shoulders and neck. She worked her way down his chest and she let the nubby side of the cloth drag over his erect nipples. He sighed as she continued to stroke him very gently. When she was finished she told him told to lean forward and she repeated the process on his back. When she was finished she stood.
“Pull the plug and stand so I can dry you off.” He stood and as the tub drained she grabbed a towel and began to gently dry him when he got out of the tub. Starting at his face and continuing down his body her sure hands caressed every drop of water away. She then wrapped him in a length of silk, similar to hers except that it was dark blue. He had to admit that it felt great against his skin.
“Are you ready for the next step?” She asked. “My curiosity is killing me. What now?” “Now we go into the bedroom. I’ve prepared a small sensual repast for us to give us strength for the night’s activities.”
As they stepped into the bedroom he was dumbfounded. All of the furniture was draped in jeweled, toned fabric. The floor was covered with a thick pad and there were big pillows everywhere with the largest group leaning against the bed forming a backrest. It all formed a wonderful little nest in the middle of the bedroom floor. In the middle of the pad on the floor was a large round tray. It was covered with little bits of spiced meat, hot pickled vegetables, dates, fruit and other morsels. Everything was bite sized and it smelled wonderful in the combination with the incense, the candles and her perfume. Silently, she motioned for him to sit closest to the bed and to recline on the pillows there. She sat cross legged in front of him. The music was hypnotic and very sensual consisting only of drums and a flute of some kind.
She still didn’t say a word and started to feed him small morsels of meats spiced with curry and others tasting like cardamom and saffron. Each bite was more exotic than the last. Bites of pickled asparagus and fresh tomato were followed by the sweetness of a grape or two. This went on for a few minutes and each new taste made his senses more aware. It was remarkable that just a few bites of food could be this sexy. He loved how her fingers felt against his lips as she fed him. The last morsel was a date. The last morsel was a date. The sweet richness was the perfect finish.
“You remember how I once told you that I make love with all my senses?” He nodded. She was remembering one of the emails they had shared before they had even met. “Tonight is going to be the ultimate sensory experience. “Did you like the food?” “ It was wonderful, every bite charged and overloaded my taste buds. Combined with the music, the smells and the touch of your fingertips on my lips really got me going.” “Tonight isn’t about goals. Tonight is all about the senses.” “ Do you know what a lingam is?” He shook his head and so she just went on. “That is Sanskrit for your cock. It literally translates to “Wand of Light” and yours is going to get a special Tantric massage tonight. So let me slide this pillow under your butt and then lean back. Try not to close your eyes and just watch me and float on the pleasure. Don’t think of orgasm, just absorb all the input your senses are getting.” He leaned back and she nudged his legs apart, spreading them very wide. The pillow under his butt lifted his pelvis just enough for her to have access to him. She reached over and poured a few drops of a scented oil into her palm. His eyes were glued to her movements and she met his gaze as she gently started to apply the oil to his cock and balls. Her touch was like a whisper as her hands glided over him. The oil made her movements silky and sensuous.
“Just try to keep More …
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There is nothing pornographic about this video. It is dedicated intended to educate and empower women. Yes, it astonishes me that showing a man being shoved in front of a train is okay to view, but a beautiful portrayal of women’s breasts on video is fine. (sculptures are okay).
What do you think?
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Our Evening of Passion and Fantasy
Submitted by Anonymous
Last summer, my wife Marie and I attended the first ever Discover Your Erotic Nature (D Y E N) Intimacy Retreat presented by Amara Charles. Based in Taoist sexual practices, we thought it was about stretching our erotic comfort zone.
Reflecting back on my experience (since we were pretty sexually/erotically/nudity open already), while the D Y E N retreat didn’t exactly stretch our comfort zone, there was a lot we learned and found interesting which we decided to include in our lives.
We have set up romantic/fantasy lovemaking scenarios as a surprise for each other in the past, so it was easy for me to turn one of the things we did at the retreat into an evening of great passion.
The DYEN exercise that kept flashing in my mind was the one where you pose your partner in a position to duplicate the pose of a Goddess on cards that had been randomly drawn. The pose I was to place Marie in was of a naked Goddess lying prone with arms above her head and crossed at the wrist, her head to the side and one leg slightly bend in a provocative manner. Once I felt I had the pose duplicated, I was to call all the other participants to view my ‘sculpture’ of Marie in the pose. All agreed that Marie was even more stunning than the the Goddess in the picture; including her freshly shorn pussy (which duplicated that of the Goddess on our card.)
The memory of that evening’s activity (held outdoors on the dimly lit lawn of the retreat location in rural AZ) is what motivated me to create one particular surprise of love and fantasy.
I Planned this Carefully for Marie More …
I separated from my husband in 2005 after 10 years of marriage. My experience in sexuality was very limited and in fact I still approached sexual encounters like a 17 year old. The world of men was daunting and yet I had a strong desire to discover myself as a sexual being. I was fortunate enough to attend a Quodoshka course a few months after the separation. Part of the course was to experience different “lovers masks” through dressing up in various clothes. An example of a lovers mask would be “shy/curious” or “the Goddess” or “the lusty woman”. I loved this aspect of the course because I have a passion for clothes and the way I feel in them so naturally I was keen to play with clothes again when I returned home.
Not long after the course I met a wonderful man who lived in a nearby town called Anton. He had had a number of short term relationships and was very confident with women. He greatly enjoyed me exploring my sexuality and embraced any play with me that I wanted to undertake.
It was a Friday and Anton was coming to town to see me. I woke in that morning anticipating our love making and feeling totally delicious. Then I got the idea to play a lovers mask with him. I wanted to be the wanton lusty woman so I decided to wear a a green dress like I have never worn before in my life.
I couldn’t believe what happened.
Anton: “Is there something you would like to do tonight?”
Me: “ms. Gorgeous desires to be taken out”
Anton: “Oh that sounds good”
Me: “Dress is very classy and requires the appropriate place with fine wine”
Anton: “That can be arranged”
Me: “I’ll be ready for you with just the dress and shoes on”
Anton: “Just the dress – nothing else?”
Me: “Wait and see”…
We were both running on hot now and the day seemed to take forever to pass by. I was filled with the feeling of both arousal and anxiety as I had never gone out without underwear before. What made it feel safe was that it was made of thick material and although it flattered my figure it was not so tight that one would know what was underneath.
I dressed for the evening and Anton picked me up. It was such a rush to see him. Walking around town I was terrified that I would fall over and expose myself. However that did not happen. We wined and dined and chatted, me still feeling deliciously excited. However something began to irk me. Anton wasn’t paying quite his usual attention to me – something I expected bearing my attire. If he was turned on usually he would give me a slightly different attention and I could not sense this happening. My exuberance was slightly dampened.
When we got to his place he started paying attention to the dress and wanted to take it off. As he did he was most surprised to find me naked underneath. I was starting to feel upset; he had completely forgotten my text. We did make love but I felt disappointed that I was the only one playing the game. My expectation had taken the edge of being with him. I had worn the dress for him and not for me.
A few months later I was visiting Anton for a summer holiday. We had had a lazy day and he said he had to do a little bit of work. I had brought a sexy black negligee with me and decided to have some fun. It was a warm afternoon and I knew that Anton likes to make love at that time of day. I laid a rug down on the floor of his lounge, chilled wine and made some food to eat. As I was doing this I could just feel the excitement building in my body. I had a shower, applied perfume to my body and dressed in a g-string and negligee. This was a completely new experience for me, had never even owned a negligee before. Eventually he came back up to the house and he caught a glimse of me. Red with shyness I suggested he go have a shower and come into the lounge. He soon appeared in the lounge and saw how I had set everything up. “Oh a playpen” he said clapping his hands with delight. This totally thrilled me as he embraced the idea of an afternoon of pleasure. Pouring him a wine I proceeded to lay down a couple of feet away from him. Just far enough away where he could see my body through the clothing but not touch it. Tantilising him, leaning forward so he could see part of my breasts from time to time. His looking at me was incredibly exciting, I knew he just wanted to rip my flimsy clothing off. Every now and then I’d move towards him and sit on his lap pressing into his groin, kissing him passionately, and then I’d move away again. The temperature was rising. In the end he took my foot and placed it in his groin, saying how exciting this was for him. This teasing when on for quite a time, between glassing of wine, food, laughing and joking. I loved looking at him and experiencing his desire for me. I felt full of powerful hot energy. Gradually the passionate kisses grew longer and clothes started coming off. He caressed my body and I was tingling with delight and aching for more. All of a sudden we were full on love making on his floor. What a delightful afternoon it was.
One of my most memorable Christmas’s was when my lover decided to fulfill one of my sexual fantasies to be with two men in an evening of sensual delight and adult sexual play. He made all the arrangements with someone he knew I would like – tall, lean and Italian, and told me where and when to show up. Let’s call my secret Santa, Sergio. More …
Perhaps you have you’ve seen the commercial with a smiling guy wearing a light blue knit sweater talking to his nice looking friend about his ED problem. If you are like me and rarely catch this stuff, you probably had to say, “ED?” And then you figured: “Oh… Erectile Dysfunction.” By the time it registers into the brain that these two totally average guys are calmly chatting about their inability to get hard, the commercial is onto doctor’s recommendations, side effects and all that. More …
The Sacred Slut Show July 8 & 9 in San Diego at the Moxie Theater
Screw social taboos, question legal limits and defy religious assumptions. I go beyond sharing my personal sexual healing, and deliver you into the arms, onto the massage tables and bedrooms of my sacred sex mentors. I tell the story of 5 outrageous women who share turning points from their lives. Come learn about Veronica Monet, Amara Charles, Mare Simone, Tracy Elise and Annie Sprinkle. Past and present prostitutes, Tantra Teachers, Sex Surrogates, Mother Priestesses, and Porn Stars.
I use oral tradition and temple arts to transmit their powerful teachings, and the show culminates in a sacred self pleasuring ritual. I’m doing a truly transformative tribute to sexy performance art legend, Annie Sprinkle.
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An Erotic Story by Raz.
My dalliance began during the training for what would be my second and last space flight. Courtney (not her real name either) flirted endlessly with the seven men in the team throughout our training. She touched us at every opportunity: on the arm when she talked to us; on the shoulder in the bar after work; always flaring her nostrils with eyes wide open, a sign we all recognized. The rest of the crew was married – I was the only single guy; we mostly managed to maintain our professional cool.
“California” Mike Smith, the mission commander, was a gifted pilot, calm under pressure, and a play-by-the-rules kind of guy. Cal walked and talked like a movie star and oozed sex appeal from every pore. Women fell at his feet all the time. If anybody was going to make it with Courtney, it would have to be Cal. Sure enough, after Courtney checked us all out, she chose Cal. She had decided to become famous for having sex in the Shuttle followed by a tell-all about it, leading to a life of comfortable wealth; celebratory has its appeal.
Courtney was a legend in the Navy after she landed a crippled F-18 on the tiny bobbing deck of the carrier Enterprise. Unable to eject, she put the 50 ton machine down on a pitching deck at night, disobeying direct orders (nobody wants a 50 ton, out-of-control, piece of scrap metal mussing up the deck of a $2 billion boat) – saving herself, her REO, and most of the airplane. The brass was not amused. So when she applied to NASA, the Navy gave her a glowing recommendation and got her out of their hair! More …
Today, I decided to write a Love Poem to myself.
Some days, love is un-suppressible even when you try to stop it.
Others, it’s unattainable no matter where you look.
Then there are those days
You find it as if it were something that could be lost.
Or mistake it for something else.
And still others when love slips through your fingers
Like falling caramel finding it’s inevitable way into your dish.
I vote for the unsustainable kind of love that leaves you More …
–an erotic dalliance by ‘B’ from Austria
Ever wonder what to so with nettles? One summer day I walked with my friends Patric and Sanna through the woods near the side arms of the river Danube. We were looking for a place to go swimming. It was very hot and moist, not easy to find the way through all the green plants. There were stinging nettles everywhere. They reminded me of a book I read many years before. “You know” I said “the ancient Greeks used nettles to increase men’s virility. They used to whip them on their penises.”
“Really”, Patric said smiling, “amazing.” We continued our walk through the woods and after a while Patric said “you know, this idea is in my mind now, I can’t stop thinking about nettles. It sounds rather interesting.” We walked for another Another 10 minutes until he said “Let’s try it. I really want to know if it works. But I want to whip you too.” More …