Helping hands

Helping hands are looked upon in our exploration world in the most various ways. At BodyContact there are many profiles writing that they are ”well past helping hands”. In the Tantric world the opposite is more often true. And the grey scale between them is filled with all the colours of the rainbow.

In our opinion, helping hands in the right context and situation can be EXACTLY what is giving the moment a top position on our list of sexploration activities.

Ever since we released the Kundalini inside of me, the extra touch, the added hands, the added fingers running up my spine from my ass towards my hairline shifts my orgasms from the ”normal” to the super-duper-delicious. And that my dear reader, is exactly what my definition of helping hands is.

The right touch, the right place, the right addition towards becoming one with the universe of orgasms.


And yes – I do recommend you follow @apollonia.saintclair on Instagram.

(table)sex tennis – multiple players

Imagine this…

6 women
12 men
Each of the women is a part of a couple, and the couples each bring their favourite, sexiest extra man to the event.
Double men vs women.

Picture this…

No table tennis table, instead a big, round, soft mattress – a round bed.
6 women naked on the bed with blindfolds.
Standing on all four with bare pussies to the edge of the bed.
The women have bodily contact and support by the ”sister” next to them.
A sisterhood circle. A bond. A trust.

12 men naked.
Approaching the women.
Standing in a circle.
Taking turns.
Touching her. Legs. Torso. Breast. Pussy. Fingering. Licking. Sucking.
The ones who wait hold their hands on the women´s lower back to raise the kundalini energy.

Imagine this….

The women form a new position.
Gently moved by two men each to a long, open sofa.
The new position is still on all fours. Still with blindfolds.
But every other woman has her head towards the room, and every other her ass towards the room.
Still having physical contact.
Still a sisterhood of trust and bonding.
Wet pussies glistening in the candle lit room.

The men approaching with their erect cocks.
A condom on the cocks approaching the pussies.
A bare cock approaching the mouths.
Each woman to be penetrated in pussy as she is sucking a cock.
1 minute. Then move to the right. Next woman to fuck or to be sucked by.

For starters…

Men wearing blindfolds.
Women undressing them and creating a sisterhood circle as they undress each woman at a time. One sister at a time.
Kissing all the women together. 2 men kissing one woman in a threesome kiss. Then move on to then next. And the next. And the next.
The men put the blindfolds on each woman.

For dessert…

The participants divide into 3 groups.
Each couple get back together and bring their extra man.
They team up with another threesome to form groups of 6 persons.
The two women in each group will get the gift of having 5 pair of hands on her body for 10 minutes.
Caressing, Cherishing, Appreciating, Teasing hands and other Worshipping body parts. Kissing, Licking, Sucking.

Let the game begin…

Paris bästa sexklubb

Hon satte sig i soffan med sitt stora leende efter vår kram. Och började berätta om den där hemlisen hon inte sagt något om, fast hon ändå velat berätta om länge. Erika log precis hela sin berättelse. Hela tiden. Så här berättade hon. 

”Visst minns du att jag haft en önskan om en sexhelg med Stefan. Att vi skulle vara iväg och gå på klubb två kvällar på raken? Både fredagkvällen och lördagkvällen. Ja, den här hemlisen handlar just om det. Två kvällar på raken på Paris bästa sexklubb. Faktiskt den enda vi varit på. Än så länge.

Les Chandelles

Vi, eller jag var otroligt nervösa innan vi kom dit på kvällen. Rykten gick ju om att dörrvakten är så otroligt stenhård och inte släpper in vem som helst. Tack och lov gillade han min silverklänning som visade kanten på mina stay ups. Och Stefan hade för säkerhets skull tagit på sig sin snygga kostym. Och ja, vi kom ju in.  Under kväll nummer ett så var vi mest på egen hand, kikade på andra, lade en hand på andra (väldigt få), tog emot lite tjejsex, var tillsammans i vår modiga bubbla och ägnade kvällen och natten åt att se och lära. 

Sen vandra hem till nära hotellet och ha sex igen. Med varandra. Både innan vi somnade och på morgonen när vi vaknade. Och igen på eftermiddagen efter vi sovit en stund. Jo, vi hade varit ute i sommarsolen i Paris under dagen ett par timmar också. Och så lite mer oralsex när vi höll på att fixa till oss inför kväll nummer två.

Inte lika nervösa….men lite fjärilar i magtrakten fanns där ändå. Lika välkomnade på kvällen av dörrakten som på fredagen och ett ungt par anlände samtidigt som oss.

Lite mer modiga denna kväll och vi kände igen en del par från fredagen, så inte bara vi som hade denna idé.  Även de hade nya outfits. Denna kväll hade jag samma klänning som i Köpenhamn, fast där fick den ju ligga inlåst i vårt skåp. Här på denna klubb finns inga skåp. Bara en inlämning av kläder och väskor vid entrén. Sen lägger alla sina kläder bredvid sig, eller så hamnar de i en salig röra på golvet nedanför bäddarna. Reglerna säger att man inte får vara avklädd i barområdet, men vissa kvinnor har ju mer likt ett litet snöre än en klänning på sig 😉 Sexigt och hett när de dansar. Vilket vi tyvärr inte gjorde. Det ligger kvar på listan till nästa gång. 

Vi kände oss lite mer självsäkra. Tog ögonkontakt med andra kvinnor i baren och i sofforna runtom. Som vanligt drar Stefan iväg med oss och tycker att nä, nu drar vi igång så får vi se vad som händer bredvid oss och hur vi kan sexa med fler bredvid oss. Så när vi drog igång,. då kom de kvinnorna som jag haft ögonkontakt med tidigare och smekte, lekte, kysste, klämde, nöp, smekte, mig till orgasm-vågor i hela kroppen.

Stefan som var helt uppslukad av mig och att hålla mig fick se en massa och röra en del kvinnor. Kyssas med några, men främst med mig. Och vi knullade tills jag fick kramp.

Hemåt i flip-flops för nu var jag så trött på att gå i mina high heels på kullerstensgatorna mot hotellet. Mitt i natten. Hem till hotellrum och vårt eget sex. Stefan som kommer med sin orgasm och utlösning när det är vi tillsammans på hotellet. Vårt sätt att mötas igen. ”

Erikas leende är kvar även nu. Hon väljer att avsluta sessionen lite tidigare och tar sin cykel utanför och cyklar hem till sig och Stefan. De verkar ha det riktigt bra. 

 

Jag tar den överblivna tiden att själv googla på denna parisiska klubb och när jag senare på kvällen berättar för Mr S om Les Chandelles då visar det sig att han redan planerat en resa dit. Med mig. En hel helg. Två kvällar på raken på Paris bästa klubb. Min make är det bästa som hänt mig.

Three women

Constantly following us. Our every step. Of the way. Three women. Or at least their names.

Consider this.
You find a beautiful, authentic unicorn via your fav-dating site. She is up for a three-some with you and your husband. And most interested in trying to have sex with a woman. Although she does enjoy your husband too. You all agree to meet, get undressed and have a great time in bed. And for all of the involved this is your first encounter with either the same sex, and or a three-some. Her name? Charlotte.

Next consider this.
Yes, the first encounter with a unicorn gave you a sweet tooth and you want to try it again. Back to your fav-dating site and kaboom. There she appears. And in no time at all, you have met for a date and have booked yet another threesome. This time the invited unicorn do have some previous experience, although be it many moons ago. The date goes so, so. Ok at the time, but not all the time. And afterwards a downhill slope for you (ie the wife in the couple). You still meet not once but twice again. Once for lunch and talk among women. And once to go to a sexparty together. Where a NO is trespassed and we never meet again. Her name? Isabel.

Then this. I mean consider this too.
Time passes and you both start to look again. Maybe it will be better with anther woman? This time she comes to you. Via another date with her fuck-buddy, where we pick her phone number and organise a date of our own. Fingers crossed everything will be better. A lot of explaining of what is ok and not ok. And taking it slowly at the sex-date. All three taking it slowly. And yes, we are still all three rookies at both threesomes, and sex with same sex. We say something about maybe seeing each other again. But no, that will probably not happen with this unicorn either. Her name? Kathryn.

Ok. You have now considered the short description of each woman. Each unicorn. And you have seen that among the three, we are not to keen to meet the last two. The first one however is still on our wish-list…or at least was. Anyhow…

Yes, anyhow.
What are the odds that these names will meet us again wherever we go into new sexploration or any situations?
Because that is what has happened.
1. Visits to other sex parties. Boom, there is a Kathryn, an Isabel and a Charlotte present.
2. Among my relatives, more precisely my sisters-in-law (yes they were there before). Boom, of course three of them are called these names.
3. Visits to a friends little get together. Boom of course three of their friends are called these names too.

So, it seems like we have to remember all three of these women very clearly and over and over again until the universe understands that we are moving on.

The good girl

A few nights ago my sweet Mr S decided he was no longer in charge of our hunt for pleasure. For our exploration. He wants me to step up and pull him along now. Show him the way. Be the bold and daring one. Be the planner. Be the hostess. Be the organiser.

Me?
I just wanna be the good girl. I just wanna be fucked. I just wanna be told what to do. Cherished. Kissed. Fucked. Used. Loved. I love being told by him that I am a ”Good girl”. That turns me on.

So this?
Is a totally 180 turn for me. And I haven’t stepped up to it for a few days. But today I did. Chatted with M that we have met before when he was a part of a couple. I also sent a request for a helping hand to a few others. To help us get back into the scene.

Unfortunately?
Our favourite club in Paris is still closed due to the current state of the world. But fortunately M has indeed some contacts in Paris and will let us now asap when the smallest opening will occur.

I do hope I can step up to this challenge by my sweetheart. I will put my red shoes on, click my heels and BAM – it will all appear closer than we think.
Isn’t that so?

Köpenhamn – mina sexminnen

Thelma,

Hur kan jag lämna platsen med så mycket minnen?

I 2 år har maken och jag haft varsitt jobbuppdrag i denna huvudstad. Denna öppna huvudstad. Hur ska vi klara av att flytta hem?

Vart jag än cyklar i stan så är jag nära en plats där vi antingen har haft sex med några/någon annan. Eller en plats där vi har träffat någon som vi undersöker om vi vill ses för sex.

Och så har jag ibland samma låtlista i mobilen som snurrar….när jag cyklar till ett affärsmöte i staden som när vi haft sex med någon/några andra på ett av stadens hotell. 

Påminnelser överallt. Att bara gå ut för att köpa morgonbrödet på vårt närmsta bageri ger mig känslor och minnen. Vissa bättre än andra. Vissa lättare att minnas än andra. Detta bageri är den platsen vi har träffat flest människor på för en sk kemi-date. Så att bara slinka in och köpa brödet utan att minnas våra upplevelser går inte. 

Konstanta påminnelser. Som jag för det mesta älskar att få. Ger mig signaler om att jag är fri. Att jag väljer vilka normer och konventioner som jag vill ha med mig i livet. Att jag väljer medvetet det jag vill ha mer av och samtidigt tydligt väljer bort det jag vill ha mindre av. 

Just nu?

Jo, just nu vill jag ha mer av Köpenhamn i mitt liv. Just nu planerar jag redan nästan resa tillbaka hit. Stockholm kommer vi att skapa minnen i framöver. Men just nu vill jag vara nostalgisk och cykla genom stan med min låtlista och minnas allt. 

Vi ses i sommar,

kramar Annie
(och du, bilden nedan fick jag häromdagen av en av våra beundrare, en fotograf som har följt oss med sin kamera på vissa av våra upptåg. Bilden tagen en tidig sommarmorgon i en sovande huvudstad….vi var just på väg hem efter en av våra sexträffar)

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En vänskap som fördjupats under vår tid ifrån varandra. Annie och jag som lärde känna varandra på en kurs innan vi fick barn. Vi som senare promenerat runt Djurgården med våra barnvagnar i regn och sol. Vi som träffats på Annies sommarställe för en dag eller två. I takt med att barnen tog mer plats i våra liv och våra karriärer lockade oss så avtog våra regelbundna träffar. Köpenhamnstiden och det som Annie och hennes make har prövat i att utmana sitt förhållande och sexliv har varit en starkt bidragande orsak och vändning i vår relation. Vi har chattat sena kvällar och uttryckt heja-rop till varandra när vi behövt och frågat om det. Och nu är hon på väg tillbaka till Stockholm och en plats närmre mig. Jag längtar.

the Hotwife….the 180 turn!

Part 1 and Part 2 to be read if you haven’t done so already!

On our knees, me and Anette, in this house, with our husbands. Only we were not with Anette´s husband. Only with mine. My naked husband with the huge erection.

We took turns working our oral skills on his erection as one of us removed one garment at a time from the other´s body.  As I removed Anette´s bra I gently nibbled at her nipples. A teasingly bite, just to explore if that turned her on as it does on me. Yes, a shiver through her body.

I placed her now naked body on the bed. Lying on her back she looked at me and my darling. We were kissing and he was behind me, playing with my breasts and urging me to move forward to Anettes body. So we did, in a joint motion we came close to her. Both of us standing on all four above her. Touching her body with our lips ans tongues. It was now our turn to share her body, and her pussy. We kissed and caressed her body in between us. Stopping once in a while to kiss or watch the other. Slowly moving towards her pussy. Our tongues met as they were swirling against the top of her clitoris. Our lips pulled each of her outer labias at the same time and we were looking at each other almost all of the time. Like Anette really wasn’t there, but just us two and this female body.

As we came to a stop we rose up and started to kiss each other, hugging close, hands and fingers exploring all parts of these familiar bodies, but now in a more hungrily way than before. A touch of pleasure as Anette had moved underneath us and was now using her mouth, lips and tongue to pleasure me. I moaned and saw that one of her hands were working on my husbands erection. She looked up at me as a way of asking if it was ok, should she continue with pleasuring us both. I nodded towards her and kissed my man hungrily again.

A sharp knock on the door and in came Jaan. Along with some of the other members of the club. They casually sat down on the sofa with their drinks and coffees. All except Jaan. He came towards us with a black, rather large bag. He dropped it on the floor next to the bed. Took his jacket off and pulled out a camera from the bag.

The three of us on the bed had come to a stop and were sitting together, naked on the bed. My husband behind me, me leaning on him and between my legs Anette huddled in and we wrapped our arms around each other all three. She looked at me and gave me a kiss. She had seen this bag before. She was not surprised to all the things that Jaan took out. He put some toys, bottles with lubrication and condoms on the bed next to us.

One of the toys made my body shiver. I leaned back to get strength from my husbands breathing as well as to find his mouth to kiss him. And then I whispered in his ear.

”- I see a strap-on. I need to put it on me. I feel a need to fuck Anette with you. Will you join me in this for a while? Than I will definitely need to be well fucked by you. Are you in for that too?”

I moved closer to Anette and kissed her neck as I at the same time watched the expressions on my husbands face. Jaan was taking pictures of it all. Anette was shivering in our arms, trembling and giving slight moans. She was touching me, my breasts, her fingers close to my pussy. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me. That she wanted my body.

I stood up, looked at all the men sitting along the walls in the room. Reached for the strap-on and adjusted it to fit my body. My husband was standing on his knees on the bed. Caressing Anette who had eyes only for me. She lay back on the bed, eyes on me, spreading her legs. Head close to my husband and she asked me if she could suck my husband. I nodded. She asked me if I could please fuck her at the same time. I nodded again and put a condom on the large, pink dildo attached to the strap-on.

She sucked his balls. He pulled his erection. I eased up towards her pussy, and found my way into her pussy with the strap-on like I had done it before. She gazed at me through her half-open eyes asking for more. I pushed myself all the way in. It was beautiful. I could never had imagined that this was an experience I wanted to have. To be fully present. To be fucking another woman. A woman that by now also was sucking my husbands cock.

I asked her to come up on all fours. Standing with her behind towards me and her head towards my husband. Still sucking him , still banged by me. I felt powerful. I felt erotic. The looks on the menus faces around the room told me that this was not a turn they had expected. Jaan was snapping away with the camera as he was sending little words of love and encouragement towards Anette.

My husband removed himself from Anette and came beside me. Anette was facing the men now. I gave my husband a condom and showed him how to share a woman. We took turns, caressing her back, her breasts, her neck, her ass. And we took turns in short periods to bang her from behind. She was arching her back and ass up towards us and it sure was a beautiful sight.

Standing there behind her, together with my husband, I felt waves of emotions coming at me, moving through me, coming back, once, twice and then slowly ebbing off. He looked at me and took me in his arms. Removed the condom from his cock. Removed the strap-on from me. Lay me down on the bed next to Anette who was lying on her side by now. Big, grateful smile on her face. She kissed me. I kissed her back. My husband joined in and again we met all three in a kiss.

Jaan sat down next to Anette. His fingers ran along her back, up and down, rhythmically. My husband pulled me closer to him, we were now lying sideways with my back towards him and he let his big cock enter my pussy. I was being watched by everyone in the room. Except for my husband who likes to close his eyes in this position. Anette still teased and played with me. Touching my breast, nipples, lips, hair and neck. All while I was being fucked by my man.

”- Come ride me, ” he said. And turned to lay on his back. I went down on him first. Swallowed his cock with pussy juice and all. Deep throating. Yet another event the men wasn’t expecting to see. My husband pulled my pussy towards his mouth and we were giving each other oral pleasure for a while.

As I decided to ride him, and I decided to made the scene a bit bigger.
I left the bed. Walked around it in my nakedness. Jaan was saving all of this he kept clicking away with his camera. Zooming in on us both he and Anette stood up next to the bed and all the other men joined in too. I sat down on my husband, ready to ride him and every one started to touch me. Just small touches, but still powerful enough to send burst of energetic orgasmic powers shooting through my body.

Anette joined in behind me. She sat down behind me on my husbands thighs, allowing me to relax and lean to her for comfort. My feet went forward. The men continued to touch me on my arms, shoulders and breasts. My husbands firm hands on my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. Anette helping me relax. Anette´s hand holding on to my pubic mound, gently pushing in the same rhythm as my husband.

Sounds from me and my husband as we were reaching yet another climax. And another. Riding the waves together. As he ejaculated inside me my whole body exploded and I could no longer sense where my body ended and his began.

Seconds later Anette started to shiver behind me. The energies came through to her too. We shivered in synchronicity for what felt like minutes. Her lips close to my ear. Her whispers of gratefulness from her to me. From her to us.


 

The sexual evening ended somewhere then. We had a few good laughs, a glass of wine and some slow talk before we all left the house. My husband and I in a taxi to the hotel. Some of the others joined Jaan and Anette to their home. But not us. The adventure ended there for us.

Late breakfast Sunday, a last stroll in the neighbourhood around the hotel, morning sex before all of this of course. Our arousal still in the highs. Arriving at the airport. Boarding the flight home.

As I open the glossy airline magazine a familiar face appears. Two actually. Jaan and Anette smiles at us again. They are featured in an article about Jaan´s upcoming photo exhibition. In September. We read it together, smiling and holding hands. My husband reads faster than me and kiss me on my neck, on the exact right spot. You know which one. I shiver in my body as I read the last line where Jaan is explaining that he is finishing off his exhibition with a photo session of his wife exploring lust and sex.

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

A magical year of fucking – 2018

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Countless orgasms, countless fucks and many memories from adventures of sex as non monogamous.

How many couples, singles, sex parties and club visits last year?
Many more than we thought it was going to be as we started this first year of sexploration – well, this first year for us contains 13 months.

10 undressed sex dates with couples, unicorns or bulls.
3 sexparties.
6 visits to sex clubs.
plus a few more of dressed dates for chemistry searching. And a lot more chatting, texting and searching our channels for YOU and YOU and YOU.
We have so far met people from BC, Tinder, Tumblr and Feeld.

Thank you all for joining us in our sexploration. And do not hesitate to contact us if you’d like to meet us. Who knows, maybe we can meet soon for a chemistry date?

worst and best case scenarios

Stella was stuck in her negative spiraling thoughts and came to see me on her own.

She tells me this:
”I cry a lot now a days, we have lots of sex and I really do believe Stuart loves me more than ever and deeper then he actually realizes. Yet, I am so scared that he will leave me. That I will be alone and unwanted. That I will not belong in his loving community.”

She takes a pause and starts over again, fixing her eyes upon mine.

”And I have a really hard time not being stressed out by the fact that he wants more women to have sex with. It sometimes feels like I should just go against my own body and mind, and let him have his way. Set up a few dates with some unicorns and let him lick as much pussy as he wants. And that they all play with his cock as I kiss him. Tears will surely be rolling down my face as I do this. You see? It feels like a big black hole inside me just waiting to eat me up and pull me down. And I am not yet ready to die. To leave this.

I want to be able to give him what he wants, mostly because I believe that I will loose him if I do otherwise. Or that is what my brain tells me anyway. And I believe it. 

It seems like I am wired to always go deep down amygdala searching for the worst case scenario. Which might even be that if I give Stuart exactly what he wants among other women, that he will still leave me. I cannot live with these stupid thoughts and fears in my life anymore. I am so angry at Stuart and at myself.”

I can feel that Stella is very tense and stressed about the whole situation. Both talking about it as well as, feeling it to be true, and also in a way knowing it isn’t but still being angry with herself for acting in this way. Leaning closer to her I ask her to tell me of the best case scenarios that will occur if she will do what she thinks Stuart wishes.

”In the best case scenarios I will have access to my voice, not being afraid of saying what I want to happen, not being afraid of asking to be a part, not being afraid of taking as much as I want from Stuart, not being afraid to push the greedy ones out of the room, not being afraid sharing Stuart with the ones I like, with the ones that he like, not being afraid of being left out of the play and pleasure.

In the best case scenario I too will feel pleasure. I too will be able to be in my body without a stress respons of freeze (I don’t experience flight nor fright in our sex adventures this far). I too will have a good time.

And I will be in no doubt that Stuart is in love with me. That I am the woman he wants more of. That I am the only woman he wants to share his life with.”

I ask her more:
”So how do thinking of these best case scenarios make you feel Stella?”

She answers in a slow voice and tone.

”Like I want to cry for being so rude and mean to myself. And I really want to be able to let go of this downward spiral. I want to believe with every cell of my body that the best case scenario or at least the last part about Stuart loving only me will be true. I am not there yet. Maybe this will come with time or a might need a few more sessions with you to embody these new beliefs that I want to have. Replace the ones I do have with new ones. Can we do that? Schedule a few sessions for me?”

She opens her calendar on her phone, but before we search for a new time to meet, she shows me the latest picture that Stuart sexted to her while she sat here with me.

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The words that follow along with the picture are:
Let this luscious ass be mine tonight. I will treasure it with my big cock.


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

Wild white horses…aka unicorns

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The feeling of laughter bubbling in my body. That feeling that can I get even though you’ve just gotten banned from Tinder. That feeling that comes from the fact that our previous thought that unicorns are the rarest creatures in this universe. That feeling that now comes in the knowledge that unicorns are unique, not rare. That feeling when we see them running wild all over this planet. Knowing that I just have to send my precious Mrs out to flirt with them…..you will gather the ones that you want. They will want you. You will invite them to me. The three of us will meet in sexploration. Again and again. 

There is no rush anymore. A calm and safe heart. A sane head. Lust flows freely in my whole body. Energies calmly awaiting what will be. Resting assured that pleasure will be plentiful for all. 

Let the laughter flow through us. Accept the white horses around us as the unicorns they all are. Unique, not rare. 

I love you Thelma,
Yours for always
mr S

xoxoxo