What's your most erotic experience that didn't involve actually having sex?

In My Humble Opinion
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What’s the most erotic experience you’ve ever had, that didn’t include actually having sex? I’m asking because of a weird experience I just had.

First, let me say that I have a great girlfriend, super-duper hot, and she rocks my world eight ways to Sunday - when she’s here. She happens to be overseas for about two months on an intensive training program. In my wilder, younger ways I’m sure I would have been tempted to stray and take a walk on the wild side a bit but, I find in my old age, well, I couldn’t be bothered with the work involved, especially when I’ve already found the love of my life.

Last night I went out for dinner with an old female friend of mine. We’ve never been even remotely romantically involved - looking back, not really sure why because she’s pretty hot. But for better or worse we’ve only been friends, but good friends, for a number of years. And we hadn’t met in a few months, so it was great being able to catch up.

Fast-forward to this afternoon. She’s online, so I text-message her, and thank her for coming out last night. She says the same thing, and we talk about how great it was to meet up again. We message back and forth for a good chunk of the afternoon, and she mentions that it’s weird that we never really dated, and she asks - joking, I thought, but I guess it was half-serious - if I just didn’t think she was good looking, because I hadn’t ‘put any moves on her even after she had a few Coronas’. I laughed, told her that a few years ago I might not have been such a gentleman, but that she was certainly hot enough, etc etc. To make a long story short, she ended up telling me that she had gone home last night and masturbated while thinking about me.

:eek:

Now, that didn’t make me want to go out and cheat on my Better Half. But boy, let me tell you that got a rise out of Mr. Happy. Had the BH been around, she would’ve been in for a treat, because I would have been 10-feet long and bullet proof…

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I hope the “love of your life” doesn’t read the SDMB.

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I don’t think this is what I would call an “erotic experience”, either for you or your friend. I mean, she basically told you she wants to do you, and you (hopefully) politely declined and both got on with your lives.

Having said that though, I don’t see that there’s anything wrong with feeling flattered or getting an ego-boost out of it.

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Be carful!! Iv been down this road before and its dangerous!!

Best of luck!!

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Probably should elaborate more…

Even if you think this is so rad that this girl is digging you and so on, it may reek havoc on your relationship, regardless if your happy or not. Said friend might make more moves the next time you meet…and it will probably get harder to resist…it might turn out that your friend is just looking for attention etc…
If you are with the love of your life, don’t go down this road!!! It is not worth it.

(sorry if this is hijacking a little)

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Hmm - I guess I didn’t explain it very well. Am I radding on it? Hell yeah. It’s a great ego boost, especially at my age (pushing 40) to know that a young (27) attractive (very!) girl thought me physically attractive enough to get her rocks off - hey, that’s a turn-on.

But I have zero intentions of acting on anything. The love of my life is, well, the love of my life. Further, I know my friend, and I honestly think that she just wanted me to know, you know? Not that she was putting the moves on or anything since I hadn’t. Maybe, but I don’t think so. I don’t think she’d intentionally wreck another relationship, especially because she knows I’m happy, and she’s honestly happy for me.

But, now that you mention it - meeting her the next time might be a bit…awkward. You know, I hadn’t even thought about that. I wonder if we get back to that BillyCrystal movie about guys and girls not being able to really be ‘friends’ because sexual tension gets in the way. Here I always thought it was about guys not being able to keep Mr. Happy in their pants.

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I guess, but I can’t think of any instance in which it makes sense for a girl “friend” who isn’t hoping for any sort of change in either of the relationships between you two or between you and your current SO to tell you that rather than keep it to herself. Even if I did masturbate to the image of a friend, I’d never tell the friend if he was in a relationship unless I wanted to be messed up. Too much of a can of worms.

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To welcome me back to school at the beginning of my sophomore year in college, my girlfriend Anne took me out on a picnic. We found a spot on the slope of a hill, facing a duck pond. As we watched the sun go down, we shared sandwiches and fruit punch while listening to soft music on her tape player. It was a beautiful, cool evening, and as I sat on the blanket, I wrapped my arms around Anne and gently kissed the back of her neck. She lay back with her head on my lap and smiled that special naughty smile of hers that never failed to send a chill up and down my spine. That’s when I noticed she had just unbuttoned the front of her dress. And that she had neglected to wear a bra that evening. She pulled the front of the dress wide open and arched her back sensuously, that seductive smile never leaving her lips.

To the more sexually liberated, this would have been no big deal. But Anne and I came from sheltered and conservative backgrounds. We were both still virgins, and had mutually decided to take things slowly. Not only that, but there was a full moon that evening, and we were lying a scant 50 yards from a row of family houses, in full view of anyone who might chance to look down from the top of the hill. So as boring as this little adventure might be to some, it was the most gloriously erotic moment of my young life.

Anne and I were there for what must have been two or three hours, and I took advantage of the opportunity to kiss and caress every square milimeter of her perfect breasts. Though I did score what I deemed a major triumph by coaxing Anne’s dress completely off of her shoulders and arms, things never progressed below the waist that evening. They didn’t have to.

Ye gods, why didn’t we have digital cameras back then? :frowning:

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I’m sorry, but that was a pass. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t honestly want you to be happy, but she’s letting you know that if you want to jump ship, she’s waiting to catch you.

It’s ok to be flattered by a pass–who wouldn’t be?–but I wouldn’t see her again until The Love Of Your Life is back in town, and I wouldn’t see her alone. That’s a non-offensive way of letting her know that you aren’t interested.

She is interested, and you aren’t immune to the subtle encouragement of flattery (especially when it’s combined with lonliness). No one is. Avoid the near occasion of sin!

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Years ago I got to be good friends my with my best friend’s wife. She is smokin’ hot and the he was working nights and her and I started talking a lot one summer. One evening I was over and we were working out the computer game Myst just after it came out. We were sitting next to each other at the computer and you could almost feel the tension sparking in the air that humid summer night. He left for work around 10 and she and I eventually gave up the game and sat on the couch talking.

After a while the conversation got intimate. I was a long time in between girlfriends and thought I was going to lose my head. We almost kissed, but didn’t, several times. Looking away or grabbing a drink at at just the right second several times for hours. I felt like an awkard teen all over again.

A year later they divorced and I was sitting back waiting a decent interval before I asked her out. She met a guy through friends and is now married to him. Bad timing and luck on my part but she is very happy and still a great friend of mine. I call her the little sister I never had, but man o man that one night I would have sinned.

Again and again.

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Tie for first place between these two:

Kate and I were very fond of each other. Actually, scrub that. To my not inconsiderable shame, Kate and I had been to bed together a few times even though she was married. We reformed - more or less. And with a bunch of friends, we were in the cinema watching all three Star Wars films. (That’s all the Star Wars films that were ever actually made, you understand.) We were sat next to each other. Our hands found each other in the darkness and went from touching, to stroking, to what you might call our hands fucking each other; all in the dark, all in silence. We damn near got each other off just like that.

Viv and I knew each other socially, but she and I didn’t have any intentions towards each other (and anyway, once again she was married, and I’d learned better by now). We were chatting in a very crowded bar, about a girl I was interested in (it never came to anything); Viv, who was seriously gorgeous, was sitting on a bar stool and I was standing next to her. Her foot rested on a rail on the stool and she was bouncing it up and down in a sort of fidgety manner. She may or may not have known that her thigh was just in contact with my crotch (not deliberately - did I mention the bar was very crowded?). So I will never know if she was a cock-teasing little minx aiming to make me come in my pants or not - but it wasn’t that far away from happening. Which, since I never was Mr Hair Trigger, is saying a good deal.

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Before I got married I had a friend named Lisa that was freaking gorgeous. She could have been a model. We were in a club one night (this was back in my clubbin’ days) and both of us had to use the restroom at the same time. The lines to the male and female restrooms were packed and we ended up being smooshed by the crowd while waiting…her back to the wall and me against her. Now, were just friends, but being that close to her got the juices flowing. So much that we left the club without using the restroom, went outside and made out for what seemed like an hour but must have been several.

We did end up dating for a short while, all because of that night. I’m surprised I didn’t marry her. She was drop dead beautiful and she had one thing that always turns me on in women…a british accent. (she was from the UK). I don’t know why but that always turns me on.