Your strongest erotic memories
Posted Sun Feb 27, 2011 05:08 AM
The problem, of course, is that what I might get is lots of people either idealising what really did happen or people recalling as real events something that only actually happened in their fantasies. Some people, perhaps, want others to believe that every sexual experience they ever have is an amazing, mind blowing experience. I’m not sure that is the reality for anyone. For those of us in a monogamous, regular sexual relationship, although it can sometimes happen that there are occasions when the sex is really not the best, most of the time it is lovely, a comfort, a pleasure that helps to keep us centred and sane. But against that background there are just those odd times when, because of the circumstances, because of a rare coincidence of mood, or because of whatever, there is something exceptional about it, something that makes the experience stay in the memory, and something that makes that memory itself powerfully erotic. It just seems to me that from a discussion of exactly what that is, something interesting might emerge. If you connect with what I am suggesting, if there are immediate thoughts of occasions that were like that for you, I am hoping you will recall it here. Of course, I do have some of my own that I will contribute, but as always as proposer of the topic, it is probably better if I let others go first.
Posted Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:34 PM
#2 The weekend I spent with a girl in Show Low AZ. It was like a story out of penthouse. Almost like a dream it was so special.
Posted Mon Feb 28, 2011 04:44 AM
There are lots of people who will say that holiday sex is often special, and not just with someone you met while on that holiday, but with your regular partner with whom you are sharing that holiday. Something about the warm weather, the excitement of the holiday experience, the being in a different place, all of these things add a certain dimension to it. But it also seems to be sure that if you go on holiday expecting to have great holiday sex, it probably won’t happen. One thing that seems to be a key element to these memories that haunt you for a long time afterwards is that the remembered events were completely unexpected when they happened.
One experience of this for me is a little delicate for me to recall because it was with a previous partner. She was not from the UK and we were in her home country. So it had something of the holiday feel for me, but not necessarily so for her. Most of the time we were there we did stay in air conditioned hotels. But one particular night we went visiting some friends of hers and stayed the night at their apartment. We were in a back bedroom, and there was no air conditioning, only a noisy fan that we eventually switched off. Another strange dimension to it is that we were not in a proper bed but on a mattress on the ground. Somewhere in the middle of the night I lay there, unable to sleep, while she slept soundly. Something about the stillness and the heat, the frustration of sleeplessness, the wish that she was awake, brought me into a slightly surreal state of suspended arousal. Her body was very lovely to me shrouded in a thin sheet. I was dying to touch her but knew I would have only annoyed her if I had woken her. Later, perhaps after I had slept some more, I became aware that she was awake, and we talked, and I did even let her know what my feelings were. Yet we never did actually have sex that night, perhaps the situation being at her friends house was too inhibiting for her – that I don’t remember exactly. But the point is that the memory of that night is still very strangely erotic for me. And in a funny way, even the frustration I felt is part of that.
Posted Wed Mar 02, 2011 03:05 AM
>Rita was a sweet girl, a fun friend. Not particularly pretty, but cute and bubbly, and we had no sexual sparks. We were part of a group of people- 20 or so- at someone's backyard pool. Just hanging out, barbecue, lotta laughing. Rita and most of the girls had peeled down to bathing suits- all of them cute and friendly, but no amazing bodies, that I recall. We were all 15-19 years old, with me being the youngest.
I'm talking with a few people, and we're laughing loud. Rita had just gotten out of the pool and came over, dripping wet, asking what we found so funny. I turned to her and lost my laugh in mid-haha: Rita, a fairly pale, dark-eyed brunette, stood with her hands on her hips, with her black pubic hair pasted to the insides of her thighs- at least 2 or 3 inches showing.
I mumbled something incoherent, and charged straight to the bathroom, because an erection was on its way skyward!
It didn't change my feelings for Rita in any way (I didn't start chasing her, dreaming of sex with her or any of that), but I know that that was the moment when I began to love the sight of a full bush. I didn't bone up every time I saw her in her bikini after that, but the memory of the first time set me soaring for years after....
>The first time a woman took my flaccid penis in her mouth and just held it there- no sucking, no stroking- and I could feel the blood start to pound at my temple, and gradually fill my penis to full erection, so that the pounding was felt throughout my body. The only movement she made was to adjust for the change in size as I grew. She slid me out of her mouth and, with a smirk, asks "so, are we ready now?"
What an amazing rush...
>How lucky I was to have become sexually active the the 1970s, in northern California. The social climate was so laid back, sex was never a major production- we asked for what we wanted, and more often than not, we got it.
That's the memory- my first five years of sexual activity involved very little dating (and pretending, and flirting, and begging), and a lot of fucking:
+We hitchhiked a lot, and when I had a car, I'd pick people up as well. One girl said "I don't have much cash, but I gotta little dope." I told her I didn't smoke, so she says, "Oh. Well, we could always get nekkid..." That was better than pot any day of the week.
+I went into a bakery to grab some doughnuts. As I'm receiving my change, the girl at the register says, "So, you like sweet things; I get off at 2."
+I shared a house with a guy and a girl; we each had our own room. None of us had met before we moved in. One night, the girl says the heat isn't working in her room, and do I mind if she sleeps with me?
Did I mind? No; did we sleep? Hell no.
Some fun memories...
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Posted Thu Mar 03, 2011 10:38 AM
I guess the hottest memories are the few times she was horny enough to initiate sex.
Posted Thu Mar 03, 2011 03:29 PM
Glad that it worked out for you. There are reasons why my wife and I can be reasonably certain that the night our youngest son was conceived was the night I returned from a working trip abroad. There is nothing like a period of enforced abstinence to reignite the fires of passion!