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Sunday night was myth. the ening started out rocky. I missed getting into NYC when I wanted to. I went to the pre-myth munch but didn’t meet as many people as I had hoped to. Then we headed over to a friend’s to get ready. Alas there was a typo in the address and instead of walking 2 blocks, we walked 25 blocks. (there and back again, as I was apparently parked across the street form her place). We quickly got ready and rushed out the door. We got to Myth and there was a line and it took a while to get in. Argh. So the day of Sunday really frustrated me and made me feel bummed, but I did NOT want it messing with my night.
The party kinda totally rocked. I was in awe at the fact that everywhere I looked there were people who would interest me, and scenes that were hot to me. I bumped into a few people early on that I talked with for a while. My friend Tiger from back in the firespinning days was there and we talked a bunch. The ginger was with me as my buddy and I kept teasing him through the silk skirt I got him to wear. I orchestrated a suspension for Tiger with MrBlue. While watching them, in the background I kept watching another hot scene with seram wrap and strapons and other stuff. Between that, all the folks around me, and constantly teasing the ginger, I was going nuts, so off to the bathroom we went. I moved the garbage can away from the corner and we made out and fucked. Then He pushed his hand inside of me and got me so close to orgasm it was infuriating. There were other folks all around us walking past to use the bathrooms or sinks, or to find another nook or surface to play on. There was something kinda hot about moving a garbage can so you can fuck up against a wall in a nightclub bathroom in NYC. I mean really… I think the “dirty” factor makes it twisted and hot to me.
We finished up and headed out to wander around the party and see what was happening. I ran into Shair. I had talked with him perviously about playing at the party. i knew he wanted to play but he felt scared/intimidated by the thought of playing in public. We ran back to the bathroom and his Mythbuddy, Am, came too. We pulled an ottoman into the bathroom, I took off my underwear and put them down on the edge between my rear and the ottoman and leaned back. Shair put on a glove and lubed up and pushed his hand inside of me. Am was staying back because they didn’t know me, but I invited them closer and said they didn’t have to feel like a stranger. They did come closer and held a leg which became some petting as well. Next to us was another scene with about 4 people, the center person was hooded and having their thighs beaten between being forced to orgasm. The harley/ivy duo came in and cheered us on for a bit and then ran off again. We eventually broke up partly to see a nazi interrogation scene, and also because I didn’t want to be too sore for work the next morning.
As I was sitting waiting to voyeur the interrogation scene, Eisko came over and asked if they could hurt me, and I said “of course” and so they sat on me and tied my hands back and hurt me a bit. There were some unfortunate limitations because I had to be able to teach a breast and pelvic exam in about 8 hours. All of my backside was ok though so eventually they had me get up and lay across the bar and started sawing me. Yes, I saw SAWING. They had a cross cut saw and they dragged the blade edge against my body… It felt like constantly being scratched in the same place. It became super intense feeling. At first I thought, “well they don’t want to have to deal with open wounds in a place like this, so really, what harm could it do?” But it did manage to hurt a bunch and fuck with my brain a little. (The shower a few hours later HURT SO BAD, and I still have scratches)The last thing they did was grabbed my hair and held my face still firmly against the counter top, and then they ran the saw against the back of my neck. My brain flashed upon the videos I’ve seen of people being beheaded. I couldn’t tell if I was horrified, excited, or turned on. I do know my logic was feeling a bit warp-y though.
I managed to make out with a few people throughout the night and make some friends. It was fantastic. Then I poked my friend Aid and asked if they were still interested as I said we would play, but it was getting late. They were still interested. So they beat the outer parts of my thighs, and my shoulder blades and it hurt. I’ve hit people, I know mean spots… These were mean spots. Considering the limitations I put out though and the time contraint, quick and dirty in shitty spots was the ticket. It was awesome and I look forward to playing with them again when we have more time and more body parts available.
Annnddd then we went home, and I stayed up all night and went to work the next morning and finally went to bed around 4pm the next day next to the gingerboy.
It was lovely.
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We were on a purple and white hippie blanket in the middle of a gently sloping lawn at summer camp. I was wearing my thigh high fishnets, my lace neck corset, and my ox blood red 14 hole doc martin boots. He had on jeans and boots. The sun was shining which offset the cool of the day. The blue sky was filled with lots of puffy clouds. I was filled with his hand. It was not a small hand either. It took some work and some patience to get it all inside of me but he did. After a while he managed to relax and turn me on enough that he was able to push his entire closed fist inside me and pull it out semi-easily. My legs were shaking, a wet spot had formed under me, my throat had gone dry from moaning and whimpering, and the clouds floated past in the deep blue sky.
When it was over we laid facing each other, his hand running up and down the netting on my thigh. We talked and laughed and it was lovely.
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I was wearing a linnen bogdress. All my undergarments were gone. It was essentially a sack of fabric draping across my skin. He was fully clothed. It was cold. We were kissing deeply and his hands had free reign under my dress. He was already warned, he was consenting, as was I. I bent over to move the dew wool from over my pallet and he pulled my dress up to my hips. He slid his hand up and down my cunt. Then one finger… two fingers… three fingers. I was moaning and wiggling at this point… 4 fingers. There was no lube. He just fucked me with his fingers until I was wet enough, and then he tucked his thump in and pushed. I moved forward, surprised. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and pulled me back onto his fist. It hurt. I whimpered. I bet it made him hard. That thought made me wet.
He got up a rhythm. (Un?)fortunately my wet was no match for the cold and I started to get dry. He just fucked me faster. He kept going until I was nearly in tears whimpering “ow”. I was squeezing my legs together as tight as possible. After he pulled his hand out of me, he laid back. My head was directed to his cock. My head was pushed all the way down his length and he just started to face fuck me. I had to pull away a few times as I felt the bile rise up in the back of my throat. That feeling like I was about to puke. After the first big wave, he looked concerned, like he was going to ask if I was ok. I sniffled back, wiped my face on my arms and swallowed his cock again. The next few times he just looked angry that I stopped.
After a bit of that he bent me over lifted my dress again. I thought he was going to fuck me, but he lined his hand up with my cunt and told me to push back on it until it was all the way inside. It hurt. It was puffy and mad and there was no lubrication. After struggling I finally got all the way down to his wrist. He then told me to fuck myself on his hand. So I started rocking myself forward and back, feeling my lips grabbing onto his hand. He then yanked his hand out of me and spit into it. He slid a finger down my back and found my ass. He wiped the spit on my asshole, lined his cock up with his finger, and pushed on in. He then fucked my ass until he came. His weight laid on top of me as his cock slowly melted inside of me.
We played the cleanup game. I didn’t want to wake up and step on a condom on my morning run to the port-o-castle. We kissed a few more times and I walked him out of camp so he wouldn’t trip and die on any guy lines.
That was easily the best “quicky” or one night stand ever.
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By which I mean, hands go inside me easily. Part of me loves that, and part of me is freaked out by it.
On one hand, there’s the world telling me that it’s no fun to fuck a loose pussy. People want it tight. Guys and their GIANTMANLYPENISES are supposed to tear my delicate tight flower apart and all that jazz. While I’d like to say I’m above that, I still have moments where I’m embarrassed I can take so much so easily.
On the other hand. FUCK THEM. I mean for reals. My vagina doesn’t just exist to be all tiny and delicate and pleasurable for you while being painful for me (Don’t get me wrong, that’s totally spankbank material for me but it’s not the sole purpose of it) So If using my vagina to it’s full potential means it’s not the tightest little opening on earth then so be it. I’m gonna have fun with my body.
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I was at a small-ish party and I went down on a woman. Considering how into female bodied people I am, this shouldn’t be a big deal… but oddly I get creepy-old-dude feeling whenever I go near a female I dig. I’ve dealt with the creepy old dude trying to get into my pants before. I don’t want to be just another creepy person to these people, so I’ve kinda skirted women a bit even though I like them. Because of this, I actually haven’t gone down on a woman since before i got my tongue split. I split my tongue 4 and a half years ago, yes that’s how long it’s been.
When people hear about my tongue often their minds will wander dirty and I’ll get comments/questions “Ohh I bet guys love that” and often because I have very open-minded friends I’ll hear “I bet girls love that”. I’ve been able to report that guys do seem to enjoy it, then again that means a mouth is on their penis, so most likely they are enjoying whatever I do at that point, but I’ve not tried it on a woman. I have had a guy with a forked tongue make out with me and go down on me, but I’m not so hot on people going down on me, so it made no difference. Finally, I can answer that.
She is quite smart and instead of just saying “ohh that’s interesting” and leaving it at that, she was able to explain to me how my tongue does this and that, but a solid tongue could achieve the same result if it did this, or that. In the end I’m not smart enough to remember all she said so I’ll boil it down to “interesting”. I did personally enjoy how I could lick and her clit would slide between my tongue, and how I was able to squeeze it and twist it a little. It may not have felt outrageously different to her, but it definitely intrigued me.
Let’s also not forget that I love servicing people. I’m not hot on body fluids, but licking, sucking, touching, petting, teasing, even most of my topping is all pretty much service based. To please someone I like is very enjoyable to me. To get to please someone I like who is beautiful and smart, and she spoke to me, and touched me, and told me what she wanted so I could please her, and god she came so elegantly.
Maybe it was worth the wait for that experience….
but now I’d like to not go so long between.
A guy asked me today if I’d join him for an orgy. I asked who else was coming. He responded with “oh just me and a few other girls” This set off a little trigger in my brain to which I asked, “What no other guys?” and he said no.
For some reason that bothered me a lot at first. I don’t like it when people use me for their fantasies without my permission. I hate it when I’m talking to a guy online and he’s asking me what I like, or what my fantasies are or what have I done, simply so I tell him erotic stories and thoughts, with which he’ll jerk off to later. That pisses me off. In this situation I thought that he used the “orgy” as a lure for “I want a bunch of naked girl to service me”
After some poking and prodding and a few more questions I eventually deduced that yes, it was one of his fantasies to be the only guy in a sexual pile, but no, it didn’t have to be about him. It’s ok if we were paying huge amounts of attention to him and he wasn’t the star of the show. That actually made me feel better.
We talked about some various particulars, I asked if either of the girls had a strap-on or if they were ok with fisting, and he seemed confused by both of those, as if girls never penetrated each other, but he seemed to very quickly enjoy the idea of watching that. He sent me a picture of one of the other potential females and told me that she was curious and excited by the fisting idea, but she didn’t have a strap on. I asked about rough sex and a few other things as well and if they are ok.
After talking to him a while, a few more things were bought up, and it sometimes is shocking to me what people DON’T do… I mean I know anal sex isn’t for everyone and I don’t think it should be s on anyone, but to have never tried it even once? I can’t fathom that. But then again, I’ve had a hand up my ass, clearly my brain lives in a different world.