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In a Past Life...

You Were: A Ditzy Despot. Where You Lived: Greece. How You Died: The Plague.

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Masturbation for Couples Mutual masturbation can create a richer sexual life for couples because it gives both partners the opportunity to experiment with what brings the most pleasure. Couples can set the scene with soft lights, romantic music and if both partners are happy to include it, an erotic video. If you like, use lubrication on the penis or the vulva. There are a range of positions for mutual masturbation. The only practical requirement is for both partners' genitals to be within easy reach. For example a man and a woman could lie side by side, with the woman's upper body resting on the man. Each can easily reach the other's genital area and he can kiss her face and neck and nuzzle her hair. At the same time he can feel her breasts with his hands. Her one hand is free to guide his toward doing what she likes best and the other can reach toward his body and stimulate his penis. Mutual masturbation is an alternative to penetrative sex and can add interest to a couple's sex life. For example when the man cannot get an erection or a woman is pregnant, has just had a baby or some recent surgery, penetrative sex may be out of the question. Many people just enjoy non-penetrative sex as an exciting sexual option.

A Story As a introduction I am posting a story which I have written about the conflict of being a faithful wife and a slut. Composed by Justine© Authors Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Justine," the alter ego of a model. Now, I have written different stories about my life: my inner mind and psyche, my experiences and the flaw in my character, my weakness for sex, about how I could have said NO, but I let things happen to me. Perhaps some of you will relate to my real life experiences and sexual desires while some of you will undoubtedly fantasize about them and me. I would like to paint you a picture … I would like to invite you to take a look in my large bedroom. It's the place where I have these dark thoughts and delicious fantasies running in my head; thoughts full of burning passion and lust. These delicious depraved thoughts about being an instrument of pleasure, my mind says NO but my Body says YES. Imagine an educated former model, from an excellent background and married to a much older gentlemen. I am (30), 5'10", 112 lbs., 37C- 25-35, very sexually orientated and love to sleep naked between silk sheets, and I am sometimes all alone. That's the time, when my large bed is empty, that my thoughts are full of burning passion and lust. Currently I sit in front of my computer wearing only a silk robe, with my legs wide apart, and indulge in some very intense fantasies, sexual fantasies; about being involuntarily taken. To be honest, I dream about being humiliated and being punished for my teasing. During these times I feel my nipples getting hotter and hotter, but I read on, feeling the smoldering fire growing in intensity between my thighs. Later, I like to pose in the mirror of my vanity while the music from "9 1/2 Weeks" is playing loud through our bedroom. I am standing on my 5 inch heels, wearing black silk fishnet stockings, thong and black silk garters, with my legs spread and slowly -- I can't resist it -- let my silk morning robe slide to the floor. I reach for a black charmeuse scarf and drape it over my neck. I feel the electric tingle in my nipple as the silk brushes across it. I look at myself, thinking about how turned on our two black gardeners would be if they could see me now; I heard them call me a arrogant bitch, a snobbish bitch. My hand starts to play with my nipple through the silk; my breasts are large and firm, my nipples stark brown and very sensitive. It's wild to move on the sound, it's so erotic; my hips moving in and out and from side to side. It's a sexual dance, raising my arms in the air, offering my treasures, increasing the erotic dance. I see a slutty whore in the mirror who is shaking her tits; deep inside I want to be a whore. I push my tits up, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, always very slowly. I am stroking my labia, teasing, thinking about how turned on our two gardeners would be if they saw me like that. I cannot help it, but I am already so wet; I feel the animal inside. The heat is building between my thighs ... like always, it pushes me to the edge, until I finger-fuck myself to orgasms. The voices I hear roughly telling me what to do, dominating me, calling me dirty names; My mind says NO, but my body says YES and I am not able to control myself, looking at myself like that. Writing this also makes me excited, but no one can see how it makes me squeeze my breasts, feeling and twisting my hard nipples. I feel the pleasure in my pussy; feeling my clitoris swell. I move my fingers downward; I part my thighs, sliding my finger down. I love to caress myself, increasing the burning desire, pushing myself to the edge, my fingers running madly across my clit, my eyes tightly closed as I tremble slightly from the dark thoughts I have. I cannot help being wet, and start touching myself and thinking of my black vibrator, which will drive me insane with lust, wishing for a big thick cock for my mouth. I am standing in front of the mirror. First, I love to lick my fingers and slowly touch my neck, then my big tits. It's exciting. I start to wiggle my hips, my hands roaming and caressing my boobs, squeezing my nipple, my hips thrusting back and forth; lifting my breasts as I pull my nipples to my mouth, licking them. I take some ice cubes, my breasts swell and my nipples get very hard. Later, I slowly start to move and turn my body while I look at myself, even if I do not want to. I cannot control myself; I feel like such a slut. I love to caress myself, touch and feel while I look at myself and let go, thinking about my fantasies. I cannot help myself; I cannot resist it. Unable to stop, I squeeze and twist my nipples. I have to put my hand on my steaming pussy, have to finger myself. I close my eyes, finger my pussy ... my whole body is shivering when I feel the massive head of the dildo disappear up into my very center ... pussy is throbbing ... I love the feeling between my legs ... deeper and deeper into me. I twist my nipples, and my fingers are working and squeezing my clitoris. I look back in the mirror; they are not my eyes, they are the eyes of another creature, without any remorse. The animal inside has totally taken over as my orgasm explodes and completely envelopes me, consuming me absolutely. Do not misunderstand me: If you would see me in London, getting out of a limo at the Dorchester Hotel or having a late dinner at Blakes, or you would see me drinking tea at the Ritz in Paris, or perhaps at the Pierre in New York, you would have no idea. Mostly I am very cool and reserved, looking very elegant; a women of depth and sophistication. But when I am standing in front of the mirror I feel the sexual animal inside rise in me again; I am a bitch in heat who wants to be satisfied…. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Justine_Sanctionary/

An Affair! An Affair Margaret was nervous. Years had passed since she'd been this nervous about the visit of a student. Their visits were always so boring, so ordinary. Tea and cakes and unclever talk about some topic or other the student had chosen for an honors paper. Margaret would smile, make one or two suggestions, and the girl would leave at the end of the afternoon convinced that Margaret had infinite understanding. But Cynthia, the student due to arrive at any moment, was quite different from the others. An exquisite girl, exquisite and extremely intelligent. Margaret could never look at the girl in class without quivering. None of the other girls in her classes had that effect on her, and she was thankful for it because she did not like to mix things that belonged apart. Of course they all had guessed Margaret was a lesbian because she had more or less hinted she was. Lesbian teachers in this college were not extraordinary. Margaret, however, did her best to avoid entanglements with students. She did not like the trouble it brought. College girls were so flighty, so undependable. She loved them all, tried to help all of them succeed, but she pushed back every urge to think about them in a sexual way. Except for Cynthia. Margaret found herself helpless when it came to thinking about Cynthia. Thinking about Cynthia now made Margaret tremble. Oh, you're stupid, Margaret thought; you're a stupid old dyke. But she couldn't help it. Cynthia was too ravishing, too lovely. Blonde, slender, graceful, with a quiet penetrating look in her eyes. A look that said I know all about you, I know all about you and I can imagine things. The front doorbell rang, shattering Margaret's reverie. She hurried to the short front hall and opened the front door. Cynthia said: "I think I'm early." "That's fine. I don't mind at all. We'll have some iced tea in the garden." It wasn't much of a garden, but it had a sycamore tree and a flower bed and a small white table and four white chairs. Margaret brought the tea out on a wickerwork tray she had brought back from Peru, and she sat opposite Cynthia and made a deliberate effort not to look at Cynthia's chest where two nipples deformed the thin white cotton of Cynthia's teeshirt. The girl had small breasts, but her nipples were disturbingly apparent, maddeningly apparent, and a puzzle also because when Margaret had walked behind Cynthia in the front hall she had noticed how Cynthia's teeshirt revealed the back of her bra. Margaret's pulse quickened as she imagined Cynthia's breasts, what they might look like, their shape, the coloring of the nipples. Like pink candy, Margaret thought; she was certain Cynthia's nipples would be like pink candy, sweet tasting, delicate, stiffening visibly after only brief and gentle sucking. They talked about Cynthia's honors thesis, the bibliography, her interests. Margaret had read the paper, and she thought it was a fine effort. She thought Cynthia deserved an A in the course, and she said so. "I don't mind telling you now," Margaret said. "Since I already have everything needed to determine the grade." Cynthia shrugged. "I don't like grades. I think they're silly." "In general, yes. But sometimes they serve a purpose." "I'm staying on the campus this summer. I've taken a job in the library." "How nice." The girl gazed at Margaret, seemed to hesitate, and then after a long moment said: "Can I have an affair with you?" A white butterfly rose from one of the bushes and flitted toward the sycamore tree. Margaret was stunned. "An affair?" "I thought I'd be direct and ask. Is that wrong?" "Well, I don't---" "It's better to be direct, isn't it? I mean people are always playing games with each other." Margaret felt her heart pounding, but she did her best to calm her nerves. Be careful, she thought; oh, you poor old dyke, be careful. She looked directly at Cynthia. "Are you a lesbian?" Cynthia looked directly back at her. "If doing it with girls means I'm a lesbian, then I'm a lesbian. And you are too, aren't you? You're a lesbian too, aren't you?" Margaret sighed. "Yes, I am. But you know, Cynthia, it's not good for people to just jump into bed with each other casually." "I don't see why not. If you do safe sex, what difference does it make?" "It's a question of psychological rapport. There needs to be something more than just physical attraction." "Don't we have that? Don't we have psychological rapport?" Margaret felt herself becoming more and more helpless. "I don't know I don't even know what you think of me." Cynthia blushed slightly and turned her eyes away. "I think about you all the time. I even dream about you. I think you're the most marvelous, most brilliant person I've ever known. And if we can't have an affair, I'll be a wreck for a long time. I won't kill myself, but I'll be a total wreck." Vanquished, Margaret struggled to find her voice. "I can't imagine you as a wreck." She did not touch Cynthia at all until they were out of the garden and inside the house. The air conditioning kept the rooms cool and pleasant. Cynthia insisted on carrying the wickerwork tray with the glasses and pitcher into the kitchen, and after they were put down, she turned to Margaret and smiled. "I like your house. It makes me feel peaceful." Margaret did not feel peaceful at all. She trembled as she stepped forward to touch Cynthia's arm. "Are you sure about this?" The girl stepped into Margaret's arms and leaned her head against Margaret's shoulder. "I told you it's not my first time." Margaret could think of nothing more to say. Instead, she tilted Cynthia's face upward and pressed a soft kiss against her lovely mouth. The girl's lips were warm, pliant, yielding. Margaret wondered what to do now. She was afraid if she made the wrong moves the afternoon would shatter into a thousand ugly fragments. What to do? Cynthia answered the question. "Why don't you let me give you a back rub?" "Yes." Margaret felt her legs trembling. She took Cynthia to her bedroom, and there they separated and stood at opposite ends of the room while they undressed. When Cynthia removed her teeshirt and dropped it on a chair, Margaret's breath caught. Now she understood about the nipples. Cynthia's white bra had no tips: her nipples were free, bursting through the white cups like pink gumdrops. Her voice strained, Margaret tried to hide her emotional condition. "That's an interesting look. Daring, I'd say." Cynthia gave her a coy glance. "What should I rub you with?" "There's some lotion on the nightstand." "You turn me on, you know." "I'm more than twice your age." "Maybe that's why." There was no answer to that. Still wearing her bra and panties, Margaret lay down on the bed on her belly. Twice her age and yet too uncertain to lead. Well, well... Whatever she wants, Margaret thought. Her excitement was too great to deny Cynthia anything. Cynthia climbed on the bed, straddled Margaret's hips and tugged at the back of Margaret's bra. "You ought to take this off." "All right." "Let me do it." Cynthia's fingers worked at the snaps, unhooked the bra, slipped the shoulder straps down and pulled it free of Margaret's body. "You're very aggressive," Margaret said. "I'm a good back-rubber." "Yes, I bet you are." "Can I get some ice? I'll do you with an ice cube." "I thought you were going to rub my back." "I'll do that too." Margaret was intrigued by the thought of an ice cube. No one had put an ice cube on her back in years. "In the kitchen." She lay there with her body pressed against the mattress. Waiting. Cynthia returned with some ice cubes in a glass and straddled Margaret's body again. "You know, the first time I walked into your class I knew I wanted to be with you." "I don't approve of affairs between teachers and students." "I know four students who are having affairs with women on the faculty." "I don't want to hear about it." Margaret gasped at the first touch of an ice cube between her shoulder blades. "Oh God, I may be too old for this." Cynthia giggled. "No, you're not." The ice cube trailed slowly down Margaret's spine, inch by inch down to the small of her back, then up again. "That's divine," Margaret said. Cynthia dropped the ice cube back into the glass. "I'm taking your panties off." Margaret said nothing. She lay motionless as Cynthia tugged at her panties, pulled them down her hips, down her thighs and off her legs. Then Cynthia straddled Margaret's thighs again, once more trailing the ice cube down Margaret's spine to the small of her back, this time continuing into the hollow place at the very top of the split between Margaret's buttocks. "I love your ass," Cynthia said. "Stop this now and rub my back." "Are you sure?" "I can't take any more of this." "Another minute." The ice cube on her spine again. The cube was almost melted, she could feel it. Then she gasped as she felt Cynthia pushing the ice cube into the crack of her ass. Cold ice water trickling down the groove and over her anus. "Cynthia, you're killing me." "All right, I'll rub your back now." An affair, Margaret thought. Yes, she would have an affair this summer.

New Experiences Part I... Hello Everyone, I am a tremendously lucky husband who met and married a very sweet wife, a woman who at the time we met was very innocent. We met when she was 23. She is now 36 and barely looks to have aged. After we had been dating a few years and had gotten engaged I finally admitted to her that I was really turned on by the thought of her with other men. Like most women ( I guess) she was not very receptive to that idea when it first came up. However, she loves me, and she overlooked this at first, but I came to understand that she was infatuated with a 40 year old, married truck driver at the place of her employment. This is when she was 25 or so. He was a pretty typical hardass, but goodlooking, and really tall and well built, long hair tats, etc. He was certainly a lot different than anyone my girl next door had ever dated much less been with. I immediately encouraged her to flirt, and have fun, experience something new. With this rather specific goal in mind, she began to look at things a little differently, and she started calling me after he had been in the office and telling me how their conversations went and how flirtatious he had been or she had been. And at a certain point, I knew all she had to do was say one word and she would be getting bent over the desk. (She worked for a very small operation, with only 5-6 total employees. One of which is her Uncle. She was the entire office staff, and all the other guys were drivers) She stated dressing a little sexier, not like a prostitute, but tighter clothes, a little more revealing. And then one day I got a call, and she was crying. She felt really guilty, cause he had kissed her, and she had kissed him back, and then she tells me, that she had gotten very excited, and that she had kneeled down and sucked him, and then she tells me that he was pretty big, bigger than me, about 7-8 thick inches, and that she had sucked his cock until he came in her mouth and then he went home for the day. It took about 20 minutes fore me to calm her down, and make sure she understood that not only wasn't I mad, but that I was hard as a rock just hearing about it. After she had calmed down, she admitted that she was really into the idea, that she wanted him bad, and again I encouraged her to go all the way. She told me she was going to, that she was horny just thinking about him. Needless to say, I never have been more nervous as I waited near the phone the next day, I called her a dozen times, and then all the sudden, no one was answering the phone. I waited and waited, and then she calls me and she's not crying this time. She tells me that he has just left and that he had fucked her. She was in heaven, I got her to admit that he was the best sex she had ever had, and without much convincing. She had loved how big he was, how full he made her feel. They had gone in a side room, and had explored each other, and she had bent over for him, and he had laid her on her back. She was so excited, she was so thrilled and happy and was already asking if she could do it again. (I certainly had no problems with it) That night was a first for me too, I went down on her, and ate her musky smelling pussy and then put my penis in her cock ravaged cunt. My first sloppy seconds...even if it was a few hours old. There is a lot more to this story, and I will be happy to continue it if people show enough interest. It gets much nastier and kinkier. Let me know Courtsey of jakeleach2000

Kavita Bhabhi! An Indian Story. Kavita Bhabhi I'm Sushil again, 25 years of age, 5?11? in height, muscular body due to regular gym and sports, residing in Delhi and belongs to middle class family status. The incident IM narrating to u all happens with me when I was only 18 yr. old & thus started my sexual activity. This incident is true to my knowledge & there r no false statements mentioned. It all started after the marriage of my cousin brother Ajay. He was 26 at the time of marriage. My Bhabhi Kavita was very fair girl aged 26 at that time. 5?1? heights, with big round boobs, slim waist & nice round ass (at that time 38D, 27,39). The day I saw her I cummed in my pants. I was jealous of my Cousin ?s luck. From very first day, I wanted to fuck Kavita Bhabhi. I had adjoining room with them & at nights, I use to masturbated hearing there light moans & always dreaming of fucking Kavita. She was my fantasy woman. Day by day my dreams became my passion & I was desperate to fuck her, my feelings for her became stronger. Maybe she know my intentions coz whenever we?re alone she does not care much about her dresses & I can see lots of her cleavage & upper portion of her boobs were visible thru her blouses or her kameez. It was Sunday and 5 months had passed & as usual, I sleep until noon. At around 10:30 am I heard somebody entering my room. I had a habit of sleeping naked with only a sheet covering me. I thought it was our maid coming for her routine cleaning but then I heard her sweet voice (Kavita). She tried to wake me up saying that nobody was at home as everybody had went to some relative's death early in the morning & she was there only coz then I?ll be left alone in the house. She was feeling lonely & bored. Hearing that nobody was at home, I started making plans to fuck her, to take her to my bed; I was not in the mood to wake up easily & pretended to be in deep sleep. Since I was not getting up, she hurriedly pulled up my coversheet & there I was stark naked underneath. I immediately opened my eyes & saw her reaction, she had her mouth wide open & her eyes were glued upon my throbbing cock. She does not have any words to say nor she was taking her eyes off from my manhood. My cock was at its best standing tall, throbbing & saluting her very proudly. Then I started stoking my cock, she realized it that I was awake & what I was doing she immediately closed her eyes with her hands & ran away towards her room laughing shyly. I quickly followed her to her room, she was not there but then I heard some voices coming from her bathroom. She was in such a hurry that she didn?t bother to lock the bathroom door behind her. The door was open slightly & I peeked into the bathroom from the open door. She was there siting on the toilet seat. Her sari and her petticoat were pulled upto her waist her panties were down till her knees. Her cunt was easily visible thru her dense forest of black curly pubic hairs, as she had started to finger fuck herself, with two fingers of her right hand, her eyes were closed. Maybe! Why maybe? Yes she was imagining of my massive cock while masturbating. I went in & stand in front of her. As my habit of going to toilet to piss as soon as I wake up, I started pissing. A jet stream of my urine started to land on her pussy lips & on her right hand. She opened her eyes to see what was happening, the saw me pissing she smiled & continued with her work of finger fucking herself. Then suddenly she exploded into a massive orgasm, which made her body tense, and then she was limp for few minutes. After sometime when she was in her senses, she brought her right hand towards her mouth & licked her own juices and my urine and made itself totally clean. Man u can imagine my situation. It was like someone was giving be hard knocks on my cock as it was hurting so badly coz it was as hard as steel and ready to explode anytime. It was a massive hard on as compared to my previous ones. My cock was aching for her pussy. She me do u want to feed likes a baby? I told yes my dear I am hungry to drink Ur milk please feed me like a baby. She told come u big baby drink ur Bhabhi?s milk and then she unhooked her blouse, two button from below and took her one boob out and gave it in my mouth I started sucking her boob. She told me suck hard pls. Ahhhhh uffffffffff naaaaaa Na! Plzzzzz dherreeeeee d naaaaaa!!!!! She moaned and started playing with my cock I told her to take her another boob out apna dosara boob to nikalo na. She told tum hi nikalo na. I told how could a small baby take out such a big breast. Oh mein to bhool hi gai thi ki tum to chote sa bache ho. Mera doodh peene wale baby. She took out her other boob and gave it in my mouth and told me chooso is mein bahoot doodh hai piyo. I sucked it hard and hard her both boobs. I sucked her for quite sometime then I was desperate to fuck her. Maybe she know what I wanted as she quickly removed all her clothes & was naked in a flash of lightning. My fantasy woman was in front of me naked; guys? u can imagine the situation I was going thru. Her boobs were big, round & heavy but not sagging a bit. Her nipples were pink in color & were poking out, erect more than 1 inch. She sank to her knees in front of my cock, opened her mouth wide & the started to take my cock into her mouth to suck it. Man what a sensation it was I can?t explain in words. As soon as her mouth made contact with my cock a chill ran thru my spine, I was out of this world. The first blowjob of my life & I cummed immediately in her mouth. She drank all my cum hungrily as there was no tomorrow & as it was potion that only saves her life. When my bank of cock emptied all its money of sperms into her mouth and there was nothing left she neatly cleaned my cock with her lips & tongue. After some time when I came to my senses she was lying on the floor with her legs, spread wide & her cunt & her pubic were shining with her juices. She asked me to sit onto her face, as she wanted to smell & lick my shithole. Man what a dirty bitch she was I thought just like me, as I also love the smell of urine, shit & sweat. I did as she asked and got into 69 position with her. She licking & smelling my shithole while I was burying my face, my tongue & my nose in her pussy & asshole. The smell of her pussy & asshole were so intoxicating that I had another massive hardon in few seconds. She started playing & licking with my balls and sometimes put her tongue in my shithole. It was a gr8 feeling for me, as my dreams were becoming true. While I was licking her pussy & asshole I was also fingering her pussy & playing with her clit. She was going crazy & started biting my cock on its mushroom red head. Then I was going out of control & badly wanted to fuck her hard. I told her so & she said, ?help urself my big boy?. I asked her to mount onto my cock & ride me. I lay onto my back & my cock was standing, pointing towards the ceiling. As soon as she touched her cunt lips she withdrew herself from my cock without lowering her on my cock & said;? There is one condition to fuck me!? I was in no condition to stop now so I accepted her every condition without listening to it. Then again she positioned herself onto my cock & started to lower herself. Man she was tight & warm from inside. I had no difficulty in sending my cock deep into her pussy as her juices were flowing freely from her cunt, which helped me to enter her freely. She was hot like an oven from inside her pussy. She started to ride me with gr8 passion & making noises. She rode me madly & cummed 3 times in quick successions. I was playing with her big boobs & pinching her nipples & sucking them alternatively. Her nipples were getting harder & harder minute by minute. She ordered me to put my finger up in her asshole and as soon as I did it, she cummed one more time quite heavily. Man she was totally out of control. After 15-20 minutes I told her I was going to cum, she shouted ?MUJH MEIN HI CHOOTNA, MAIN TUMHARI PANI KO APNE ANDER HI MEHSOOS KARNA CHATI HOON. TUM EK BHAUT BADE HARAMI HO JO APNI BHABHI KO CHOOD RAHE HO, U BASTARD, U BHABHI CHODU? these words made me more hot & I shot my entire load of sperms inside her hot cunt. She also cummed with me this time & we went limp for quite sometime. We were totally exhausted & lay side by side for sometime. Then she got up & cleaned her & me with the towel. Then she put on her clothes & kissed me passionately on my lips & thanked me for the lovely time. While leaving the bathroom together I asked her about the condition she put before fucking, she told me that I have to be her sex slave thruout my life and to do each & every king of things in sex with her what she will order. I feeled gr8 coz I had agreed to that before. So friends this was my true & first sexperience with my lovely, sexable, fuckable Kavita Bhabhi. It happened so quickly that I could not even done the things I had in my mind & planed for so long for my first fuck with Kavita.

Sexual Pleasure for Women!! Sexual Pleasure for Women From Wiki Sex Site: a free archive of wikified sex stories and a free sex encyclopedia. Pleasure through the Body The human body is eterogeneous, with areas more covered by nerves, than others. As such some places result more pleasent to touch and stimulation than other places. The exact map of the erogenous zone of a woman, is somehow personal, and the knowledge of it is one of the reasons, why longer relationship are sometimes more physically fulfilling. Sometimes women claim that there only two erogenous zones, the body and the heart. This is often seen as a critique to man who tend to indulge in excessive tecnicality, or don't spend enough time in foreplay. Yet some spots on the body CAN surely be sigled out: the lips the vagina the anus (which holds more nerve endings than the sexual organs) the hands the neck the ears (in particular the lobes, so sensitive to little kisses) the spine at the height of the heart the back of the knees the inside of the thight, and in general the line that goes from the inside of the feet, to the vagina Some of those places are so sensitive (for some women) that cannot be touched directly, but need to be approached in a gentle way. Also some carry some strong cultural taboo, and again need to be approached in a respectful way. Also some women might feel ticklish if stimulated in an erogenous zone, out of context, or when they are not ready. <-- An interesting example of this is in the movie dirty dancing, when he passes his hand in the inside of the arm, through his armpit, and every time at the armpit she needs to stop because she is too ticklish. Then when she gets in the mood she is not ticklish anymore. Maybe we could insert it as an example --> Ideas Most Women Like... Direct stimulation of the clitoris. Feeling that she is the only woman you want. Foreplay Having oral sex performed on them (Cunnilingus). Vaginal intercourse Some Women Like... Performing oral sex Sex toys Anal intercourse Most Women Don't Like... Selfish lovers, who take care of their own needs, but don't make sure their partners needs are met. It is not enough to assume that a woman is satisfied. If she is comfortable with you as a sex partner she will be able to tell you so. Lovers who are unfaithful. NOTE: This does not necessarily mean monogamous, as long as both partners understand that is the case. The best relationships are completely open.