Hottest scene you've never tried!

[Netzach]

Rare play?

Made H panhandle. We didn't want to make fun of the unfortunate so he dressed in a suit and the sign said "high maintenance girlfriend - please help."

He stood around in Bethesda and made 20 bucks in 15 minutes, that's the really sad part of the deal. I think he made more than he would offering bj's.

And yes, he said it was terrifying and mortifying. But that's what Daddy likes.

 

[JMohegan]

Rare play?

Made H panhandle. We didn't want to make fun of the unfortunate so he dressed in a suit and the sign said "high maintenance girlfriend - please help."

He stood around in Bethesda and made 20 bucks in 15 minutes, that's the really sad part of the deal. I think he made more than he would offering bj's.

And yes, he said it was terrifying and mortifying. But that's what Daddy likes.

MD?

From knowledge of the area, I'd say passersby were offering tips in appreciation for his sense of humor.

If he were offering bj's, I honestly think someone would have called the cops.

 

[Homburg]

He stood around in Bethesda and made 20 bucks in 15 minutes, that's the really sad part of the deal. I think he made more than he would offering bj's.

I had a friend that panhandled for a living for ayear. Interesting guy. He got started because he was legitimately in need of some gas money. when he got enough cash to fill his car up in about 20 minutes of asking people, the light bulb apparently went on. He dissappeared for about a year, and was apparently just bumming around, making more money than he made in any job he'd had previously.

That still bothers me.

 

[Quint]

.............

 

[JMohegan]

Quint, that last line is delicious.

I've got Depp's smirk stuck in my head now - you know, the one he gives in the first Pirate movie as the guy reads: "Impersonating an officer of the Royal Navy.... impersonating a cleric of the church of England..." etc.

Ha, ha! Great fun indeed.

 

[intothewoods]

Holy shit.

I don't know which is more distracting - the idea of playing with a pen laser on steroids, or Quint's new av. Thanks for sharing, both of you!

With regard to the scene, I have nothing that comes close in terms of $$$ and novelty. The best I could offer, such as it is, would be a tale from almost three decades ago.

For a brief time, I dated a woman from a ridiculously wealthy family. Her parents lived in a house with two separate staircases between the first & second floor, one main kitchen and two smaller ones, an indoor pool, a ballroom, a library, a reading room, a game room, a sun room, a sitting room and private bath for each bedroom - i.e., all kinds of opulent and unnecessary nonsense.

She was housesitting for her parents when I visited that home for the first time. As she showed me around, she asked what I thought of it. I said I thought it would be an incredibly awesome house for a game of hide & seek.

This clearly wasn't the response she was expecting. She gave me a bemused smile, saying: "You're a funny guy, Jack."

I responded: "Perhaps so, but my comment was straight up. Wanna play?"

Of course, some games are more fun with a wager. So the deal was - she would hide, and if I found her within a certain period of time, I could have my way with her in the manner of my choosing. If I failed to find her in time, we'd go skinny dipping in the pool.

In the interest of fair play, I did mention that hunting and chasing games tend to bring out my inner savage guy to a very considerable degree. She gave me another one of those bemused little smiles, and scurried off on her way. (We had known each other long enough to have had sex, but not long enough for her to really get to know me, clearly.)

I found her hiding in the back of her Daddy's absurdly large walk-in closet. I could smell her perfume from the doorway, and the only place she could be was standing at the end of a long row of suits.

So one by one, I picked up each fine, tailored suit and tossed it on the floor of the closet. At the end of the rod, a gentleman's hanging bag obscured her body. I slid it slowly out of the way, enjoying the screech.

The expression on my face clearly unnerved her. She gave a brief, nervous half-giggle and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you on top of that pile of your father's suits, of course."

"You can't do that!"

A pregnant pause ended when I turned to the shelf on the opposite closet wall, and started tossing cashmere sweaters top of the pile on the floor. When she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me, I twisted hers behind her, pulled her head back by the hair, and growled in her ear: "I did warn you about hunting games. Down you go."

Then I pushed her down on top of the clothes, and pounded her from behind.

Oh my, very nice story.

 

[Marquis]

Holy shit.

I don't know which is more distracting - the idea of playing with a pen laser on steroids, or Quint's new av. Thanks for sharing, both of you!

With regard to the scene, I have nothing that comes close in terms of $$$ and novelty. The best I could offer, such as it is, would be a tale from almost three decades ago.

For a brief time, I dated a woman from a ridiculously wealthy family. Her parents lived in a house with two separate staircases between the first & second floor, one main kitchen and two smaller ones, an indoor pool, a ballroom, a library, a reading room, a game room, a sun room, a sitting room and private bath for each bedroom - i.e., all kinds of opulent and unnecessary nonsense.

She was housesitting for her parents when I visited that home for the first time. As she showed me around, she asked what I thought of it. I said I thought it would be an incredibly awesome house for a game of hide & seek.

This clearly wasn't the response she was expecting. She gave me a bemused smile, saying: "You're a funny guy, Jack."

I responded: "Perhaps so, but my comment was straight up. Wanna play?"

Of course, some games are more fun with a wager. So the deal was - she would hide, and if I found her within a certain period of time, I could have my way with her in the manner of my choosing. If I failed to find her in time, we'd go skinny dipping in the pool.

In the interest of fair play, I did mention that hunting and chasing games tend to bring out my inner savage guy to a very considerable degree. She gave me another one of those bemused little smiles, and scurried off on her way. (We had known each other long enough to have had sex, but not long enough for her to really get to know me, clearly.)

I found her hiding in the back of her Daddy's absurdly large walk-in closet. I could smell her perfume from the doorway, and the only place she could be was standing at the end of a long row of suits.

So one by one, I picked up each fine, tailored suit and tossed it on the floor of the closet. At the end of the rod, a gentleman's hanging bag obscured her body. I slid it slowly out of the way, enjoying the screech.

The expression on my face clearly unnerved her. She gave a brief, nervous half-giggle and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you on top of that pile of your father's suits, of course."

"You can't do that!"

A pregnant pause ended when I turned to the shelf on the opposite closet wall, and started tossing cashmere sweaters top of the pile on the floor. When she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me, I twisted hers behind her, pulled her head back by the hair, and growled in her ear: "I did warn you about hunting games. Down you go."

Then I pushed her down on top of the clothes, and pounded her from behind.

Ha ha, stalking and ravishing a debutante on her father's wardrobe, 'tis the stuff of dreams.

 

[Marquis]

Rare play?

Made H panhandle. We didn't want to make fun of the unfortunate so he dressed in a suit and the sign said "high maintenance girlfriend - please help."

He stood around in Bethesda and made 20 bucks in 15 minutes, that's the really sad part of the deal. I think he made more than he would offering bj's.

And yes, he said it was terrifying and mortifying. But that's what Daddy likes.

Ha ha, also good.

20 in 15 you say?

My.

 

[Marquis]

There are good things happening in this thread.

For a bit I was sure it was going to be a dud.

 

[intothewoods]

There are good things happening in this thread.

For a bit I was sure it was going to be a dud.

Yeah. It's not a dud.

 

[Netzach]

MD?

From knowledge of the area, I'd say passersby were offering tips in appreciation for his sense of humor.

If he were offering bj's, I honestly think someone would have called the cops.

Yes they were and yes they would have. It was a funny. I tailor these silinesses to be doable and fairly innoffensive, while very difficult.

 

[Netzach]

Ha ha, also good.

20 in 15 you say?

My.

I know, I know.

Actually the best was that 15 of it was an older gent in a nice car.

Pulled up. Got out. Solemnly nodded. Clapped him on the shoulder.


"Good luck, son. You'll need it."

 

[MechaBlade]

OK, I don't usually post about particular experiences because I don't want to feel like I'm bragging, but this I just can't resist.

Of all the super sophisticated, expensive and difficult forms of play out there, I'd be willing to bet this is one no one here has tried.

Laser play!!!

There is a gay couple that live in my building that I'm pretty close with. They sell medical lasers used for tattoo removal, hair removal, skin rejuvenation and micro-dermabrasion. They were talking about how one of the lasers they sell is used to tighten the skin around the vagina and anus and my sub and I asked if we could give it a try.

I spent the next half-hour or so using a $250,000 medical laser on my sub's naughty bits.

Obviously, this wasn't technically "play", but TENS units and Violet Wands weren't invented for that purpose either.

The machine is a box about the size of a large computer tower with a reticulated arm that basically works like a pen laser on steroids. It fires in bursts as long as you hold down a pedal and feels like...... getting a tattoo maybe?

Way fun.

Holy shit, I'm so jealous.

 

[EttienneB]

Dear JMohegan...

Excellent story! Thanks for the faux memory.
As for mine: I worked weekends in the operating room suite, restocking the rooms. It was quiet in the later afternoon, just me by 6PM. One afternoon the visiting French anesthesiologist came in to restock her machine. She was slightly older than I, perhaps by 5 or 6 years. We'd spoken during procedures, flirting with our eyes above the masks. But now I guessed that she didn't know I was there. I hid behind the door to the room where her machine stood, and when she entered I clamped one hand over her mouth and the other around her, pinning her arms. Quickly, I said it was me, that I'd let her go if she requested, but if not she should just nod "Yes" if she wanted to "play." After a looong hesitation, she nodded, Yes. I taped and gagged her to an OR table, and cut her scrubs, tops and bottoms, just enough.
Or so that's how I WISH I remembered it.
Or maybe I do, who knows?

 

[intothewoods]

Excellent story! Thanks for the faux memory.
As for mine: I worked weekends in the operating room suite, restocking the rooms. It was quiet in the later afternoon, just me by 6PM. One afternoon the visiting French anesthesiologist came in to restock her machine. She was slightly older than I, perhaps by 5 or 6 years. We'd spoken during procedures, flirting with our eyes above the masks. But now I guessed that she didn't know I was there. I hid behind the door to the room where her machine stood, and when she entered I clamped one hand over her mouth and the other around her, pinning her arms. Quickly, I said it was me, that I'd let her go if she requested, but if not she should just nod "Yes" if she wanted to "play." After a looong hesitation, she nodded, Yes. I taped and gagged her to an OR table, and cut her scrubs, tops and bottoms, just enough.
Or so that's how I WISH I remembered it.
Or maybe I do, who knows?

Faux memory? Is that like faux pearls?

older than me, btw ... grumpy intothewoods

 

[JMohegan]

Excellent story! Thanks for the faux memory.

Not sure which part, or parts, seem unattainable from your perspective.

But if it makes you feel better, please feel free to consider it faux en sa totalité.

 

[callinectes]

JM, you need to clone yourself.

'nuff said

 

[CutieMouse]

*****

 

[JMohegan]

Ladies, you both made me smile. Thanks.

 

[doveofserenity]

Holy shit.

I don't know which is more distracting - the idea of playing with a pen laser on steroids, or Quint's new av. Thanks for sharing, both of you!

With regard to the scene, I have nothing that comes close in terms of $$$ and novelty. The best I could offer, such as it is, would be a tale from almost three decades ago.

For a brief time, I dated a woman from a ridiculously wealthy family. Her parents lived in a house with two separate staircases between the first & second floor, one main kitchen and two smaller ones, an indoor pool, a ballroom, a library, a reading room, a game room, a sun room, a sitting room and private bath for each bedroom - i.e., all kinds of opulent and unnecessary nonsense.

She was housesitting for her parents when I visited that home for the first time. As she showed me around, she asked what I thought of it. I said I thought it would be an incredibly awesome house for a game of hide & seek.

This clearly wasn't the response she was expecting. She gave me a bemused smile, saying: "You're a funny guy, Jack."

I responded: "Perhaps so, but my comment was straight up. Wanna play?"

Of course, some games are more fun with a wager. So the deal was - she would hide, and if I found her within a certain period of time, I could have my way with her in the manner of my choosing. If I failed to find her in time, we'd go skinny dipping in the pool.

In the interest of fair play, I did mention that hunting and chasing games tend to bring out my inner savage guy to a very considerable degree. She gave me another one of those bemused little smiles, and scurried off on her way. (We had known each other long enough to have had sex, but not long enough for her to really get to know me, clearly.)

I found her hiding in the back of her Daddy's absurdly large walk-in closet. I could smell her perfume from the doorway, and the only place she could be was standing at the end of a long row of suits.

So one by one, I picked up each fine, tailored suit and tossed it on the floor of the closet. At the end of the rod, a gentleman's hanging bag obscured her body. I slid it slowly out of the way, enjoying the screech.

The expression on my face clearly unnerved her. She gave a brief, nervous half-giggle and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you on top of that pile of your father's suits, of course."

"You can't do that!"

A pregnant pause ended when I turned to the shelf on the opposite closet wall, and started tossing cashmere sweaters top of the pile on the floor. When she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me, I twisted hers behind her, pulled her head back by the hair, and growled in her ear: "I did warn you about hunting games. Down you go."

Then I pushed her down on top of the clothes, and pounded her from behind.

~shivers and melts~

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

The expression on my face clearly unnerved her. She gave a brief, nervous half-giggle and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you on top of that pile of your father's suits, of course."

"You can't do that!"

A pregnant pause ended when I turned to the shelf on the opposite closet wall, and started tossing cashmere sweaters top of the pile on the floor. When she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me, I twisted hers behind her, pulled her head back by the hair, and growled in her ear: "I did warn you about hunting games. Down you go."

Then I pushed her down on top of the clothes, and pounded her from behind.

How silly to say to a Dom "you can't do that"

Now I love this game!!

 

[the captians wench]

Holy shit.

I don't know which is more distracting - the idea of playing with a pen laser on steroids, or Quint's new av. Thanks for sharing, both of you!

With regard to the scene, I have nothing that comes close in terms of $$$ and novelty. The best I could offer, such as it is, would be a tale from almost three decades ago.

For a brief time, I dated a woman from a ridiculously wealthy family. Her parents lived in a house with two separate staircases between the first & second floor, one main kitchen and two smaller ones, an indoor pool, a ballroom, a library, a reading room, a game room, a sun room, a sitting room and private bath for each bedroom - i.e., all kinds of opulent and unnecessary nonsense.

She was housesitting for her parents when I visited that home for the first time. As she showed me around, she asked what I thought of it. I said I thought it would be an incredibly awesome house for a game of hide & seek.

This clearly wasn't the response she was expecting. She gave me a bemused smile, saying: "You're a funny guy, Jack."

I responded: "Perhaps so, but my comment was straight up. Wanna play?"

Of course, some games are more fun with a wager. So the deal was - she would hide, and if I found her within a certain period of time, I could have my way with her in the manner of my choosing. If I failed to find her in time, we'd go skinny dipping in the pool.

In the interest of fair play, I did mention that hunting and chasing games tend to bring out my inner savage guy to a very considerable degree. She gave me another one of those bemused little smiles, and scurried off on her way. (We had known each other long enough to have had sex, but not long enough for her to really get to know me, clearly.)

I found her hiding in the back of her Daddy's absurdly large walk-in closet. I could smell her perfume from the doorway, and the only place she could be was standing at the end of a long row of suits.

So one by one, I picked up each fine, tailored suit and tossed it on the floor of the closet. At the end of the rod, a gentleman's hanging bag obscured her body. I slid it slowly out of the way, enjoying the screech.

The expression on my face clearly unnerved her. She gave a brief, nervous half-giggle and asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you on top of that pile of your father's suits, of course."

"You can't do that!"

A pregnant pause ended when I turned to the shelf on the opposite closet wall, and started tossing cashmere sweaters top of the pile on the floor. When she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me, I twisted hers behind her, pulled her head back by the hair, and growled in her ear: "I did warn you about hunting games. Down you go."

Then I pushed her down on top of the clothes, and pounded her from behind.

*purrr*

This is why I stalk you.

 

[intothewoods]

*purrr*

This is why I stalk you.

hmph...I thought I was the only stalker here. <pout>

 

[marieR19]

A pregnant pause ended when I turned to the shelf on the opposite closet wall, and started tossing cashmere sweaters top of the pile on the floor. When she grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me, I twisted hers behind her, pulled her head back by the hair, and growled in her ear: "I did warn you about hunting games. Down you go."

Then I pushed her down on top of the clothes, and pounded her from behind.

Oh YUM! That whole story had me going, put that last part.... Totally got me wet. Woah.


Heather

 

[the captians wench]

hmph...I thought I was the only stalker here. <pout>

Oh no, I profess my undieing wub to JM about once a month.

I've been stalking him so long I'm not sure I remember a time when I wasn't *giggles*