Thursday, October 07, 2010

back from the lap of death

Wow. I started this blog a long time ago, and then life got in the way and I forgot about it. Today, looking for fodder to feed my fetish, I did a google search for "sitting on her lap," and my long-forgotten blog came up as the first result. Does that mean people are reading it? Maybe I should revive it and make new posts.

Meanwhile, here are a few resources I like (diehard lapsitting fans probably know about most of them):

Friday, June 01, 2007


For a while, I got obsessed with the idea of photographing myself on a girl's lap. I was about 19 and still in college, but I had my own place. One night, I invited my friend Amy over and I decided that that night I would sit on her lap and get pictures of me doing so. I wasn't exactly sure how I'd manage it, but I got my camera ready. This was back in the days before digital cameras, so I had to load in real film.

I set the camera up on a tripod and aimed it at a chair. When Amy knocked on the door, I yelled "come in!" And when she came in, she found me sitting in the chair, using the camera's timer to take pictures of myself.

"What on Earth are you doing?" she asked. I told her that I'd just bought this camera used and that I was testing it out. Then I said, "hey, can I take some pictures of you?"

She said "sure!" So she sat in the chair and I move to the tripod. I snapped a bunch of pictures of her, and I asked her to get into all sorts of silly poses. I wanted to set the stage for lapsitting by making things really playful. After the forth or fifth picture, Amy was having a blast. Winking at the camera, giggling, etc.

Then I said, "I have to get some of you and me together!" She agreed that this would be fun, so I set the timer and ran across the room. I stood next to the chair and leaned into the frame. After the shutter went off, I went back to the camera, looked through the viewfinder and said, "You know what? I don't think it got both of us. I can only see you and a bit of the chair."

We brainstormed a little about how to get both of us into the frame. But the chair was back against the wall, so we couldn't move it any further back. And the tripod was all the way pressed against the opposite wall (it was a small apartment).

"Why don't we go outside where there's more room?" she asked. I acted all excited and said, "That's a great idea" but then I "remembered" that it was night and I didn't have a flash. Feigning defeat, I said, "I don't think there's any way we can get a photo of both of us, unless I sit in your lap." I didn't know how she would take this. She wasn't one of the girls from the dorm. I had never sat on her lap before.

But she squealed happily and said, "go ahead!" So I set the timer, ran across the room and sat on her lap. The photo snapped, and I said, "I've got to get another one!" So I went back to the camera. This time I only pretended to set the timer. From across the room, I said, "prepare your lap for me!" Amy giggled and straightened her posture. I ran back across the room and climbed onto her lap. We sat there for a really long time, but of course we never heard the camera click, because I hadn't set the time. I kept saying, "That's weird. Why hasn't it gone off yet?" But it got me an extra minute or so on her lap.

Eventually, I got up and set the timer correctly. I got many shots of me sitting on her lap in different positions: with my legs to the left, with my legs to the right, with my legs tucked underneath me, so that I was entirely on her lap.

I always wondered what they thought at the photobooth, if they happened to look at the photos as they were developing. I cherished those photos for years and spent many a fine time jacking off to them. Years later, when I was dating a girl, I decided to throw them (and other photos of girls) away. I wish I hadn't done that. I miss those photos.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

freshman laps 101

The situation improved when I was in college, living in the dorms. I make a lot of women friends, and I discovered that I could sit on their laps quite often if I made it seem like I was just kidding around. I used to feel odd about it though. They were fine with me sitting on their laps as a playful gesture, but would they still have let me if they'd known it was a turnon for me? I used to turn the ethics of that question over and over in my mind. Was it wrong? They were letting me sit on their laps, but I was deceiving them about why I was doing it.

Sometimes I feel this way about my leg fetish, too. I know many guys are turned on by a nice pair of legs, but it's really intense for me. A woman's legs affect me the way some guys are affected by a woman's breasts or pussy. I often wonder how the woman walking by me on the street would feel if she knew the bare legs sticking out of her shorts were almost making me have an orgasm. If her shirt popped open, she would quickly cover herself up, but she has no problem appearing in public with naked legs.

Anyway, I lived in co-ed dorms for my first few years of college. I didn't date much, but I had many female friends, most of whom were quite attractive. Over time, I sat on all of their laps. It was the easiest time of my life for lapsitting. I wish it was that easy now. Back then, I would just knock on one of their doors and they would say, "come in." Usually, they would be sitting at their desk, doing homework, so it was quite easy to go in and playfully sit on their laps. One girl, Julie, who was really tall with jet-black hair down to her ass, used to call me her teddy-bear when I sat in her lap. She liked to cuddle me.

Though it was easy to sit in laps, I generally had to instigate it. My favorite thing is when a girl invites me to sit in her lap. That's amazing. But it rarely happens. I do remember a couple of times that it did happen, though. The first time, I was hanging out in a room with a whole bunch of people. My friend Kate was sitting in a chair by the door and she saw I had nowhere to sit. She looked at me and then patted her thighs, gesturing me to sit, which I did. I love it when they pat their thighs like that. Kate was wearing shorts, too, so I got to hear the slap of her hands on her lap.

Another time, I was in Jennifer's room. There was only one other person in there with us: Jenn's friend Becky. Jen was blonde and athletic, with strong, toned legs. Becky was more curvy, not fat but slightly rubenesque. She had masses and masses of brown curls. On this occasion, Becky was sitting on the bed and Jenn was in a chair. They were chatting when I walked into the room. Jenn's room was small, and there was really nowhere else to sit. So she point-blank asked me, "do you want to sit in my lap?" I don't think anyone had every actually asked me that before. I tried to hide my excitement as I said, "sure." Her legs were a little parted, so I just sort of sat down on one thigh. She said, "no, that's uncomfortable. Sit across my whole lap." I got up, and she put her legs together. I sat back down, sideways, my are around her neck, my feet draped over one side of her. I love sitting "side-saddle" like that.

I sat on her lap like that for about twenty minutes, while she and Becky chatted. Then Becky said, "you're pretty quiet there, mister!" I realized I hadn't spoken in about ten minutes. I was enjoying Jenn's lap too much. I decided to take a risk and be honest. I said, "that's because I'm having such a good time sitting on Jenn's lap." Jenn patted me on the head and said, "awwwwwww. Isn't he cute?" The conversation was going well, so I decided to take another risk. I said, "how come you never let me sit on your lap, Becky?" And Becky said, "you can sit on my lap anytime you want." Then Jenn said, "how about now, 'cause I've got to pee!" It was like a dream come true. I got off of Jenn's lap and sat down in Becky's. Becky's lap felt totally different form Jenn's. Jenn's lap was muscular, whereas Becky's was all warm and soft.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

paying for it

My next experience was also miserable. It was with a prostitute. I was eighteen or so, and I found her ad in an independent newspaper. She claimed to be a "sexy, leggy young girl." It was the leggy part that excited me. I was too young and naïve to understand that ads don't always tell the truth.

When she opened the door, I saw she was old, fat and plain in the face. She was also bored-looking and unfriendly. I had never been to a prostitute before. I was nervous and wanted the whole thing to be over as quickly as possible. She didn't help put me at ease. She told me to take off my clothes, which I did, lie down on the bed, which I did, and then she started jacking my off with her hand. She was rough and it hurt a bit. I asked her to stop. I asked her if we could try something different and she looked at me suspiciously and said, "what?" I asked her if she's sit in a chair. Keeping her eyes on me, she sat. I stood up, walked over to me and sat down on her lap. She said, "Oh, Jesus!" then resumed the handjob for a minute. Then she stopped and said, "No. No. I don't think so," and she prodded me off her lap. Shortly after that, I fled.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

high school days

I didn't get to sit on many laps myself in high school. I was too shy to attempt it, which is too bad, because back then it would have been pretty easy (I could have used the "wrestling" ploy.) There were a lot of near misses. Several times, female friends of mine (I never really had a girlfriend in high school) actually invited me to sit on their laps. We'd be hanging out somewhere where there weren't enough seats, and one of the girls would sit down and suggestively pat her lap. I've always loved that gesture. It's one thing to wrangle your way onto a girl's lap, but it's quite something else to actually be invited. But dumb as I was, I didn't take these girls up on the offer. I don't know why. I was scared and shy. Maybe I was scared I would get an obvious erection. I don't remember. I just remember feeling excited and flustered.

But I did sit on three laps back then. All three times were in cars. Typical for highschoolers, we always piled more kids into cars than could reasonably fit. On three different occasions, I was that last one in and got to sit on a girl's lap. None of these were great experiences (those came later). The first lap belonged to a girl named Gerty, who was very plain. Fetish or not, I'm like most guys in that not just any girl with a lap will do. I have to be attracted to her in general in order to be turned on. Gerty was a sweetheart, but I just wasn't into her. The other two car-experiences were awkward, and eerily similar, even though they involved two totally different girls. The girls were Diane and Amy. In both cases, on the way to wherever we were going, they sat on my lap, which is not my preference, but I still like it, especially if the girl on my lap is pretty, which was true of both these girls. On the way back, both times, the girl said to me, "I don't want to sit on your lap; you can sit on mine." These were really attractive girls, and I should have been in heaven, but I was too freaked out by why they didn't want to sit on my lap to be into sitting on theirs. I kept wondering if I had somehow offended them while they were on my laps. Did I have a noticeable erection or something. Also, one of them, Diane I think, squealed the whole time I sat on her lap. She moaned in pain. I don't get that. No girl has ever complained that I was too heavy for her -- except Diane.

I wouldn't linger over these experiences for so long, except for the fact that they were my first, and they weren't fun. It took a while for lapsitting to actually become fun.

Friday, December 10, 2004

laps at the pool

I've always liked girls who were stronger than me, taller than me, smarter than me, more mature than me and older than me (though as I age, that last desire is changing). I didn't always fantasize about lapsitting, though. That started when I was in high school. I don't remember what started it.

But I do remember one really erotic experience that I witnessed but unfortunately didn't take part in. I must have been about sixteen. I was swimming at the public pool. There was a kid there who was a couple of years younger than me. I knew him slightly. He was a really small, slight boy. He was at the pool with a bunch of other kids, one of whom was a girl who looked like she was nineteen or twenty, though she was probably younger. She had long black hair, a lovely face, and a lean fit body. She was wearing a two-piece bathing suit and I remember being mesmerized by the perfect definition of her legs. (I have a bare leg fetish, too, but that's another story). I don't know what she was doing with there, hanging out with the younger kids. Maybe she was babysitting.

She and the boy were clowning around on the pavement around the pool. He kept trying to shove her in, but she easily evaded him. Eventually, she picked him up in a cradle carry and threw him in the pool. While he was floundering around, she sat down on a bench and watched. Soon, he had climbed out of the pool and was grabbing at her hands, trying to pull her up from the bench. But she was stronger than him. She wouldn't budge from the bench. Suddenly, we was sitting in her lap, wrestling with her. They wiggled around and tickled each other, giggling ferociously. After a while, the wrestling died down and the boy went quiet and subdued. He leaned back against her, and she just held him on her lap, cuddling him. I never forgot that. It seemed to me that there was something erotic about it for the boy, and that idea -- that it turned him on to sit on her lap -- really turned me on.

A couple of years later, I was hanging out at my friend Mike's house. Mike had also invited Jenny over. She was a mutual friend, and she and Mike had been flirting with each other for months, but nothing had ever been acknowledged. Jenny was a fair-skinned girl with cascades of blonde hair and penetrating eyes. She was wearing shorts that day, and I was in love with her legs.

We were all bored, and at some point, to lighten the boredom, Mike plopped down on the couch next to Jenny and started wrestling with her. They wrestled for a long time, but it ended with him sitting on her lap, the two of them cuddling. I knew, again, that lapsitting was a turn-on for someone else besides me. Or maybe I just read my own desire into Mike's playfulness. In any case, it seemed like he was into it.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004


I am a forty-year-old man with an odd fetish. Laps turn me on: women's laps. Specifically, I love laying my head in a woman's lap and sitting on a woman's lap.

Before I write more, I should explain that I'm not an infantilist. Infantilists like to pretend they are babies. They like to wear diapers and be fed with a bottle. I'm not into any of that stuff. I don't want to be a baby. I definitely don't fantasize about my own mother!

I do share some desires with "adult babies." I love to suckle on a woman's breast. In fact, a major fantasy of mine is laying with my head in a woman's lap and sucking on her nipples. I would love to suckle while sitting in her lap, but that's not easy to do without contorting myself into an uncomfortable position. But even when I'm being breastfed, I don't imagine that I'm a baby. It just feels like a girl is loving me and taking care of me.

What I want is a roll-reversal of the girlfriend sitting on her boyfriend's lap. But I don't want to be a girl. I don't wear women's clothes, and I'm not attracted to men. I'm somewhere in same ballpark as the S&M people. I like to be dominated. But I don't like pain or cruelty. I simply want to feel that someone is taking care of me -- that someone is supporting me completely -- and the way I feel that the best is by sitting on a woman's lap.

There's a more common fetish (believe it or not) for being carried. There are actually quite a few men who like to be carried by women (do a web search for "lift and carry" if you don't believe me.) I can get into that too, but I like sitting-on-laps better. That's lucky in a way, because there aren't that many women who can carry a man, but most women can hold me on their laps. I'm a fairly small guy. I'm 5'7" and about 170lbs. Most women can handle my weight.