You know what we need this Valentine Weekend?
Yeah, a swag give-away!
That’s something everyone can enjoy!
The Sundance Channel just launched a sexy new website called Naked Love.
The site is full of fun videos like:
Isabella Rossellini’s Green Porno
Strip Show
and Swinging
Plus Quizzes (what kind of green porno star are you? – I’m a dragonfly ^_~), Sexy E-cards, and info about Sundance Programming – it’s definitely a site worth exploring!
To help celebrate the launch of this fun new site, The Sundance Channel has decided to team up with The S Spot to run a little contest and give away some swag!
What kind of swag you ask? Good Question!
1st prize: A Keen Bag (where you can stash your toys and laptop full of porn), a Boku Journal (where you can note all your naughty desires and observations), and a Sundance Jacket (so you don’t have to walk around naked all the time).
2nd prize: a Vy&Elle Bag, a Boku Journal (those naughty thoughts should go somewhere!), and a Sundance Tank top.
3rd prize: A Sundance Jacket and hat (naked is good, but maybe not so warm ^_~)
So, how can you earn a shot at winning one of these fabulous prize packs?
Simple!
We want you to tell us your craziest / most interesting hook up stories!
Did you hook up with your long-time partner in the car and end up sitting on the horn? Did you and a good friend have a one-night stand on a camping trip with your other friends sleeping just inches away? Did you hook up with a random person for some passion in a public stairwell at a street festval?
We wanna know!
Tell us your story in the comment section below – You have until 11:59pm on Monday (the 16th) night!
This is the story of perhaps the worst sexual activity I’ve ever been subjected to. But it also was also with the hottest girl I’ve ever been with and in a public place. So despite how awful it was, I still keep this memory active in the spank bank, although when I replay it for spanking purposes, I make it a lot better. Here’s the unedited version.
This all happened when I was traveling on a flight by myself. I got to the airport late thanks to traffic, and so I missed my flight. The next flight was 8 hours away, so I had to spend the entire day in the airport.
I ended up having a few beers and some food in one of the restaurants. Then I checked out some magazines in one of the book stores. It was then that I noticed this absolute gorgeous woman looking in my direction. She had long straight blonde hair with green sunglasses resting on top of her head and these really big earrings. I remember very specifically that she had on pink-ish lipstick. She was tan, and was wearing a short dress. This girl was HOT!
When I looked at her, she looked away. Now, I really doubt she was checking me out or anything. I think she was just looking in my direction randomly, but when you have a few drinks in you, anything a girl does is a come on. Also, the alcohol gets you feeling a little cocky, and so even though I never would have been able to talk to a girl like this normally, I went over and said hello. She said hello back, and we actually started up a conversation.
We chatted for a bit, and it turned out that she was actually was supposed to be on my flight, and she missed the plane too. I think this was the bonding point, because after that it became like an instant-date. We browsed the duty free store together, where we tried on ridiculous hats and she took pictures of us doing funny poses. Then we headed to the food court, where we grabbed some bagels and played some cards. I cheated for a bit until she caught me, and then she made me tell her about my past girlfriends as punishment. Eventually we found some seats near our gate and while we waited for our plane, we watched all the other travellers and tried to guess what everyone’s job and life were like. It was at this point that she took my hand.
So here I am, an average looking schmo, who normally is not that good with women, and this blonde goddess is gently holding my hand and hanging off my every word. I knew I was in. I knew I had to do something. But I had no idea what.
I could see that they were getting ready to call the passengers onto our flight. I ran through a million scenarios in my head, the dirtiest stuck out. I thought of asking her to come to the bathroom with me. Would that be too forward? Would she be offended? Surely a girl like this wouldn’t have sex in an airport washroom… and what if she missed her flight because of it! She definitely wouldn’t risk missing two flights in one day… would she? Okay so swapping phone numbers…
Unfortunately, I didn’t really get a chance to do anything, because while I was busy running through possible scenarios in my head, they started calling passengers on the plane. We had already figured out that we weren’t sitting together, and her row got called up before mine. When it did, she stood up, turned to me and said, “Today was fun. It was nice meeting you,” and left.
I sat there and smiled and watched her leave. All I could think in my head was “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!”
I got on the plane, smiled at her as I walked by her in the aisle, sat down and sighed. The flight crew went through all their safety stuff, and pilot got on the speaker and said some things, we put on our seat belts, the plane took off, and I settled into a nice funk. I laid back in my seat, closed my eyes, and just sulked.
About half way through the flight I felt a tap on my arm and opened my eyes. It was the blonde goddess! My heart jumped. Maybe I had a shot!
I started to ask her for her number, “Hey maybe sometime we could-“ but she turned and kept on walking. I leaned into the aisle to watch her. She got to the bathrooms and stopped, and looked back at me. Then she smiled, and pointed at the washrooms, and then went in.
This is the shit you see in movies.
I leaned back in my seat. “Am I supposed to go over there?” I wondered.
Now I know you people reading this are thinking, “Are you crazy, of course she wanted you… you shoulda ran into that washroom!” But put yourself in my shoes. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if she DIDN’T want you to follow her in. I mean that’s pervert-stalker shit if you do. But then again, you guys know this story is about sex, and so you know she wanted me to follow her.
It took me a minute or two, but I finally took a deep breath and unbuckled my belt and headed back. When I opened the door I stepped in quickly and she pushed it shut behind us. Immediately she mashed her lips on mine and we started making out violently.
She was biting my lip and pushing her tongue in my mouth. I fought back though. I pushed her up against the wall and held her arms back. When she hit the wall there was a “thump”, and she broke our embrace for a moment to “shhh” me. I nodded. It felt like I was in high school again, trying to have sex while mom and dad are upstairs. If I’m too noisy, I’ll get in trouble.
As we made out, my shirt came off and her dress came down. Then her bra came off. Once it did I was all over her tits like a starving monkey sucking an orange. She kept closing her eyes, throwing her head back, and biting her lip. I could tell she was trying not to scream.
In my head I kept thinking over and over “Holy shit! Holy shit! This girl is HOT! HOLY SHIT!!!” I seriously could not believe I’d scored with a girl like this. None of my other girlfriends even came close to her.
After a while of satisfying her tits, she pushed me back. “I want to make you feel good” she whispered as her hand moved to my crotch. I smiled and leaned back. She worked my pants off and then pulled my cock out of my underwear.
The whole “Holy shit!” thing was swimming around in my head more than ever. I would relish this blow job!
Only… I didn’t get a blow job.
She started pulling on my dick, slowly at first, and whispering in my ear, “Do you like that? Do you like that?”
I nodded.
“Mmmmm, good,” she purred.
She was pulling at my dick and it was feeling good. And then she tugged again, and again, and well… she kept tugging. I was thinking… yes… yesss… ow… ye-ow!… Ow! OW!
As she pulled she got rougher and faster. In fact, the more she pulled, the less it felt like ecstasy and the more it felt like pain!
“Easy girl, easy. Wet your hands, it’s too rough.” That’s all I needed to say. If I had spoken those exact words, this would be the hottest story of my life. And I knew it. I kept thinking of saying it. I tried opening my mouth to tell her. But I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t critique this hot girl’s hand job technique. Maybe I was just so grateful to be with a girl like this, but I just took it.
And the more I told her I liked what she was doing, the more I couldn’t backtrack and tell her to do it all different.
I was digging myself into a painful, painful sexual hole.
Tug, tug, tug! It’s a rare thing when a guy doesn’t want his penis touched anymore, but I’m proof it happens. And I really didn’t want it touched anymore.
She was kissing my neck and trying to pull my dick off at the same time. I couldn’t process it all. I started biting my lip, trying not to scream out in agony. “Focus on the kissing,” a voice was telling me. “She’s so fucking hot and she’s got her hands all over your penis!” But somehow, that second thought wasn’t a sexy thought. In fact, it was the opposite of sexy. “She’s got her hands all over your penis! FUCK! She’s got her HANDS all over your PENIS and she’s going to fucking rip it off!”
She kept tugging, and tugging. I grunted a bit, trying to hold back the screaming. She mistook my expression. “Oh don’t you cum yet… you love it don’t you!” She starting making out with me. I couldn’t even make out back. I moaned a bit more and she just smiled.
Tug, tug, tug!!!
I was shaking. She was so rough! SO ROUGH!
It was like someone grabbed you by the dick and started lifting you up by it. I wondered how much longer I could keep this up, and more importantly, how to get her to stop… I wasn’t convinced I was even aroused anymore, I think my dick was only erect cause she was pulling it out.
I knew I couldn’t correct her technique, so instead, I tried to think up a way to cum! I tried think of having sex with past girlfriends, of hot celebrities bent over my desk with me pounding them from behind, of the hottest girls I knew coming over to my house in the dead of night and doing lesbian shit right in front of me, but nothing worked!
She was grinding me and pulling my dick, and I started thrusting with her in some vain attempt to make it feel good, but nothing could help.
My hands were involuntarily clenched on the toilet seat. I thought maybe if I could play with her tits or something I could shift the focus back to her, or maybe it would get me off. Maybe I could finger her or something. But I couldn’t get the tension in my hands to go down at all. I just couldn’t move them. I wasn’t in a normal head space anymore. The only thing in my head was, “My dick is going to be fucked! I’m going to have to see a fucking doctor after this! Oh god my dick is fucked!”
Tug, tug, tug!!!
She kept moaning and kissing and tugging and I kept trying not to cry.
Then, in the most painful moment, it happened: turbulence.
All of a sudden, the plane must have flown through a goddamn tornado, because we started bouncing all over the place, really hard and fast. And she fucking kept jacking me off while it happened. It was like some kind of nightmarish rodeo, where I was the bull and she was riding me with my dick as the reins. I couldn’t fucking contain myself anymore. I screamed out in pain!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH FUCKING GOD!”
She thought I was cumming, and started pulling harder and longer.
“FUCK! OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
She pushed me back, locked lips with me and finally released me from her vice-like grip. She kissed me violently, and I just took it, too weak to do anything.
She was giggling and panting, “God… I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered in my ear, as she gave it a gentle nibble.
I nodded and tried to touch my dick. It stung!
She kissed me again, and then told me she’d never done a thing like that before. “I hope you never do it to anyone again,” I thought. But I smiled and told her she was amazing, almost out of sheer instinct.
And that was it. As we started to get ourselves organized again, she realized I hadn’t cum. It felt a bit like that scene in There’s Something about Mary. She checked her hands, my pants, her dress, her hair. This puzzled her.
I was kind of dizzy, and didn’t really know what to say. When I opened my mouth the words “I have a vasectomy” came out.
She gave me a justifiably confused look. Why would a single 20-something guy have a vasectomy? It was a lame excuse, but I didn’t care at this point. I felt nauseous, dizzy, and I was ready to pass out.
“I’m going to go out first,” she told me. “Wait about 15 minutes before you go.”
I nodded and gently tucked my injured warrior back into my pants. I was careful not to let him even contact the zipper. I was right too, he hadn’t been erect for quite a while. He felt like an over-used Stretch Armstrong, longer than he should be and clearly worn out.
She gave me her card and told me we needed to finish what we started. “Call me,” she winked, and then she kissed me on the cheek and left.
I sat there for about 45 minutes. I didn’t know if I could stand. I briefly wondered if this counted as joining the mile high club.
Eventually the plane landed, and I was careful to make sure I didn’t bump into her on my way out of the airport.
I never did call the goddess. I almost did a few times. I had the phone in my hand and started dialling her number. I kept thinking, “Fucking her will be amazing. So what if she nearly pulled your dick off?” But I just couldn’t do it. I hung up every time. Just the sheer thought of messing around with her sent a shiver into my cock. I wasn’t convinced I could get it up with her if I saw her again.
To this day, I’ve never scored with a girl as hot as the goddess. I don’t know if I ever will again. She’s the type of girl that a guy sees briefly in the distance, and she finds her way into his fantasies that night. And for me, having seen her in her underwear, sucked on her tits, and had her play with my dick, I wouldn’t be able to not masturbate while thinking about her sometimes. So now and then, when my cock is getting rubbed, I think about her. It’s just, I make sure that I’m the one rubbing my cock when I do.
okay, my story isn’t as long or as crazy as the guy above me but at least it’s way happier.
When I was in my first year of University I lived in residence on campus. A bunch of people on my floor and I had classes together so we used to study together too. So one night a bunch of us were hanging out in my room working on chemistry lab notes. As the night wore on, one by one people started heading back to their rooms – before long it was just me and this girl still working. We’d been flirting with each other a bit over the past few weeks and now that we were alone we started up again – making suggestive comments and whotnot. Now, I consider myself a studious person and I actually was trying to get work done, but I could tell that she had given up on her chem notes and was more interested in talking. Looking back I don’t know if I was bluffing or not or why I even decided to say this, but I posed her this ultimatum: either get back to work or take off your pants! I think I kinda expected her to laugh and get back to work, but completely impossibly, she just laughed and teasingly unzipped her pants! Our flirting had never gone that far before and that little unzipping definitely took my attention completely away from my Chem notes. I went over to the bed where she was working (conveniently) and said “you call that taking your pants off? Are you gonna take off your pants for real or are you gonna get back to work?!” I still couldn’t beleive that this cutie was sitting on my bed with her pants unzipped. She kept giggling so I offered to help her get her pants the rest of the way off. At this point I think all the blood in my body must have rushed south of my brain because my memory starts to get hazy, but I can tell you that we did get her pants all the way off and ended up staying up most of the night fooling around. It was the start of a great (and intsenly physical) relationship.
Wow, that first entry was really, really long. The craziest and hottest hookup I’ve ever had, was actually written up on blog in three posts (The Bed is Crowded).
D and I were meeting up with our first couple, and things were going really well and were amazingly hot. She was going down on her husband, while D undressed me down to bra and my skirt, kissing me and running his hands over my body while we watched them. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, pulled me over him, and while I gasped and closed my eyes, entered me. I rode him while they watched, bra off, D pulling my nipples hard. She asked me if I wanted her husband’s cock in my ass, and I blushed bright red, stuttering and mumbling. Her husband asked me, making me say it, making me ask for his big cock in my tight hole. I begged, I pleaded, and then he was behind me, pushing into me, the sensation of two cocks filling me, moving into me with different rhythms pushing me over the edge, and I was coming, moaning, between them, so turned on.
Then she suddenly walked out of the bedroom and ran off, drove off. We got dressed, her husband went to look for her, but she came back just as he got downstairs. We all went down to talk to her, but she was screaming, so angry, calling me a whore and screaming at me for loving her husband’s cock. D and I got the hell out of there, still really fucking turned on, but sooo completely weirded out. It was, by far, the weirdest and hottest hookup, ever!
I suppose my most interesting hook up was after the wedding of a good friend of mine. The wedding was in a really beautiful location, way out in a rural area. After the wedding, during the reception, an incredible girl caught my eye. About my age, tall, dark hair, so hot in that dress, she was getting looks from everyone over 12. My friend, the groom, had warned me that about half the people attending were family of his, and to be very careful in my actions. But this was a wedding, so when the chance arose, I went to get my next drink when she did.
I managed to get a conversation going and make her laugh too. She went back to her table and I went to mine, but with good news. She was going to the campsite for further partying the rest of the weekend. She waved with a smile as she and friends left, leaving me with some hope for the weekend.
The first night after everyone had arrived, I was hanging out around the fire with my friends. I caught her talking a way off with her friends, when her friends took off one way, and she went another. I got up, made some excuse to my friends, and caught up with her, said hello. We walked to her tent, where she had to change. We kept talking and I waited outside, but I could see her outline on the tent from the flashlight. I felt my pants get tight. On the way back to the fire, I told her there was a cool looking tree she should see.
I made my move and we started kissing. One thing led to another and all within sight of the fire. It was a thrill to feel we might get caught. We both jumped every time there was a noise close by, hoping we weren’t making too much ourselves, hoping flashlights didn’t shine off our exposed skin. We snuck off the next night too, our last together. I never did find out if she was the groom’s family or not. Good thing he didn’t find out about it if she was!
My most interesting hook-up came courtesy of a woman I met online. We’d met on an online dating site, but it was insanely long distance. I was in Korea, she was in Europe. Then I was back in Canada and she was still in Europe. So things kind of faded away, despite the sparks.
One day I get an email that she’s doing her residency in New York (she was a med student). And I was living in eastern Canada. So suddenly she was a lot closer. And the flirting starts all over again and a lot more intense. Next thing you know we’re talking about meeting on neutral ground. Then she suggests I fly to New York to meet her.
Here’s the thing, at this point I have no idea what she looks like. We’ve never exchanged pictures (this being around ‘99 and digital cameras not in wide use). And somehow she convinces me that it would be more cool if I come down and have to spot her just from her description and not have a photo. Because I’m insane (and haven’t had sex in about a year at this point) I agree.
So I go to NY, walk out from the arrivals area and spot her almost immediately because she’s 1. East Indian and 2. As gorgeous as she hinted she was. We go back to her place in Brooklyn while I’m trying to figure out if I should be a gentleman and not jump her right away or get naked 5 seconds after the door closes.
Turns out we were in her place about 15 minutes before we got naked. Three spectacular days in New York with lots and lots of sex with a beautiful doctor.
I still cherish the memory, but in retrospect, I was completely insane. Flying to New York to meet a woman I’d never seen before that I met online? Absolute madness. But I’m glad I did. You have to do some crazy things from time to time.
Plus, no kidding, fucking stunning and amazing in bed. I still think about her sometimes.
I was a stud for approximately three or four years of my life, from 8th through 11th grade, mainly because I could grow a mustache when other guys still couldn’t quite get there. This also allowed me to attract women older than myself. Well this one girl I’d met behind the school, smoking the same cigarettes I smoke. I was on top of my game that day. I was sixteen, and she must have been a senior, because she was a lot more experienced than I was. We joked and flirted and I asked her to the movies. Well, I picked her up and she was dressed to kill. Miniskirt, boots, tank top- that was it. On our way to the theatre, she takes my hand of the wheel and places it on her thigh. She keeps inching her butt forward on the seat, urging my hand further and further up her thigh. Finally, I reach what should have been the panties, but in fact, was nothing but her. She started writhing and pumping my fingers into her, as I turned into the parking lot. Me being somewhat daring and not entirely stupid, well, I try to pull around to the back of the buoilding, figuring we should finish this. She looks me dead in the eye and says, “I thought you liked thrills and danger and shit.” At that point I pulled us smack dab in the middle of that parking lot, knocked the seat back and took her, right there, for what felt like forever but ended up being about 3 minutes tops. I was really excited! When we were done smoking afterwards, we got out and went to get tickets for the movie. The ticket guy smirked ever so slightly as he sold me the tickets. As we were walking in, I could see why. He had a perfect view of my car, and HAD to have seen it bouncing, if not even more! We spent the entire movie being inappropriate and such, and then after that, we never called each other again. Wow. I hadn’t thought of that time in a while!
Back in high school I dated this guy, I’ll call him “Tom.” Tom and I lived in a residential neighborhood and we’d found this long clearing between the rows of houses one day. We decided to sneak off to it at night sometime and make out there, since we both had fairly strict parents. One night about 2 a.m. I got up, got dressed, and quietly snuck out of the house. I met Tom on the street between our houses, and we walked quietly, but oh so excited, to our hideout. It was so dark and pretty as we trudged through the woods to get to the clearing. We lay our blanket in the grass and watched the stars. We started making out, my shirt came off, our hands were down each others’ pants. It was great. We were trying to keep quiet, too, even though we were probably at least a couple hundred feet from anyone’s house. We kept kissing and having a good time until
RRROOOAAAF!
We both shot upright on the blanket. “That was a DOG” I whispered, terrified. There were a lot of big dogs in our neighborhood and I didn’t want to meet any of them late at night in the woods.
Tom got up, grabbed a big branch from the ground, and walked toward where we’d heard the loud bark. I pulled on my shirt, grabbed our blanket and huddled on the ground, crouched, still very scared.
In a minute or so, Tom came back and said he didn’t see anything, and we agreed we should get the heck out of there. We hurried nervously through the woods back to the street, hoping we didn’t wake anyone and that the dog didn’t go find its owner and “tell” him that there were people behind the house.
We rushed down the street toward our houses, hurriedly kissed each other goodnight, and scurried off to our respective, safe bedrooms.
Whew! That night was quite a rush, and it was the last time we snuck out together.