Life, Love, Sex

The Camp Post

This is a sex blog, right? I guess I should start writing more sex, huh…

I promised a post about camp.

Camp was not even close to the level that it was last year. And I knew it wouldn’t. But nonetheless it did manage to restore a bit of my faith in humanity (on the sex positive level at least).

Friday was rainy and gloomy. It was quiet and much of the cabin napped in the early evening. I had a chore as floater but ended up not being needed. I did start off the weekend right though by fucking Match right off the bat. After that I was just killing time until Lee Harrington’s labyrinth walk and then a non-bio cock gang bang I had been invited to.

The walk took place in the rain, which didn’t faze me too much. It was a little humid, but otherwise it was kind of nice.

I don’t know how long we walked for. It felt about 30-45 minutes. We walked in silence through the woods to our destination of a rock labyrinth where drummers and support people (including Desire) waited for us.

We all stood around the circle and one by one went through as everyone watched. Some people chose to narrate their path, some walked quietly.

I wanted it to be an experience that could help me let go and move on. But I was slightly horrified that 2 people of the NYC bloggers/FOJ contingent were there to bear witness to this, and that wasn’t something I could face. So arms crossed, I walked briskly through the path wanting to get it over as quickly as possible. It was probably too soon to deal with this shit anyways.

But after that I was psyched for the gang bang.

I was invited by Sunshine (I’m calling her Sunshine because when she smiles it’s like a ray of sunshine), one of the lovely ladies of the Triad I mentioned before. Her pet was there as fluffer, and man can he suck some cock! I’d be a little intimidated to go up against him in a BJ throwdown.

The gang bang was fun. I’d never thought I’d be on the other end! I think in total Sunshine went through 4 or 5 tops, wearing us all out. I had Jell-O legs when I was done!

After that I hit the hay and slept and slept and slept! The gang (my awesome cabin, Panny FuxXx) tried to get me up for breakfast, but I just couldn’t get up. People came in periodically for me, but I just couldn’t wake myself up. I ended up sleeping until like 1-1:30 for lunch. In the hot as balls cabin too.

Because Saturday was sunny and 80 degrees!!

Saturday ended up being a shoot the breeze kind of day. I helped out at the petting zoo for my other chore and that’s where I earned my kitty ears. I spent the rest of the day just hanging out and talking with people. I may have even napped again in the evening I think. I forget at this point.

Oh, I did happen to have the most amazing kiss of my entire life at dinner that night. I some how managed to kiss this guy Reid at dinner, and wow. Holy fuck. I’ve never had such an amazing kiss before. I mean no one even comes remotely close!! And it’s not even that everyone was that bad (though man I’ve had some bad kisses in my day), but Reid is just that good.

But after dinner I wandered around with Desire. We watched people get lit on fire, checked out sex-o-rama, the dungeon, and then the poi spinning. Desire talked shop with the DJ a bit as I found some friends to catch up with. I think that was the first time I ever saw Poi, and I was lucky to watch this guy Whitney who was out of this world amazing!! It was completely mesmerizing. One of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.

I ended the night hanging out on the porch with my cabin mates, which is half the reason I wanted to go to camp this year. To just chill with cool people.

(Even though I could use that money right now, I’m so glad I went again.)

Sunday was fucking hotter than balls.

Desire and I spent some time in the pool because it was the coolest place to be, and I mean temperature wise. We stayed in the deep end of course because I didn’t want anyone seeing my fat nakedness (I think I would have stuck out more wearing a bathing suit actually). That was fun because we spent some time chatting with this one guys I’ve seen at the DO parties, but never really met. He was nice. Again, what I love about camp.

Desire and I also had our age play scene that day. It ended up being pretty fun. We pretended we were little girls playing together and Desire didn’t want to share her toys so she tied me up and beat me with them. But I managed to make it into a water gun fight chasing her. And then Hunter came and took our dolls and put them in the basketball hoops (which of course only he can reach being 6′7″).

And I had another water gun fight which was fun!! Shibari Warrior squirted me first which meant war was on. So I grabbed a bunkmate’s water gun and went to the dining hall to put ice in the tank and went on an ambush mission. I caught him totally off guard which was totally awesome. He eventually stole my gun though and used it on me, but I gotta say, it felt real nice with the cold water on the hot day!

Towards the late afternoon I was debating whether or not I should go home or stay since a lot of the cabin was heading out that night and I didn’t have any plans made. But I decided that I should try and scrounge something up at dinner, and if I couldn’t, then I’d head home.

Sunday night dinner is always the camper awards and those can be a lot of fun.

They’re even better when you win best new cabin!!!! (Again!! Guess we know who the cool people are…) That’s right- Panny FuxXx, the next generation of kink won best new cabin. Apparently for being loud, messy, and causing lots and lots of trouble. That was such a fucking awesome cabin, like hardcore. Obama!!! (Blowjobs for Obama everyone!!!)

But yeah so at dinner Sunshine said she was throwing together an all lady orgy that night and invited me to participate. Yay!

I had to say goodbye to Match and Desire though after dinner because they had to head home for work Monday. Boo

Desire also managed to work her magic and give a hint to Reid that I was interested in him because I was too shy to say anything. Yay for that.

Because after they left I headed to Cigars and Chocolate with one of my awesome cabin mates Crush Puppy and we ran in to Reid there (who we both liked) and set up a little date after some mingling for me to give Reid my famous blow job and Crush Puppy would make out with him. Yum.

Crush Puppy was this awesome butch gender queer something or other (not sure of her exact labels) who was submissive and very into butch women. Well there was this circle of amazing butch women smoking cigars and Crush Puppy was noticing that they needed an ashtray. She wanted to volunteer, but we just watched for a bit until she mustered up the courage. The circle was very happy to make use of her.

I must say, as a voyeur, it was really fucking hot. I think it was one of the hottest things I saw at camp. Something about all those toppy butch women. Phew. It got me a little hot and bothered. And in the past I’ve usually not really been attracted to butch women all that much, but my tastes for people have shifted a lot over the years- it’s become much more diverse. I’m finding myself attracted to so many different kinds of people.

So I was definitely noticing all the hot people at camp. So many hot queer people. It was awesome.

That went on for awhile and eventually Reid found me and we found a corner in the Pavillion to hook up. We got started first, but Crush Puppy joined us shortly after. And man that was a hot scene too. You know me and sucking cock. And Reid was so totally into it which made it that much more fun. I would take breaks to make out with the both of them, which yum yum yum. I was very sad when it ended.

Except that I got to go to my all girl orgy!

I got to make out with pretty girls. And watch Sunshine fist one of the pretty girls. And suck Sunshine’s cock as she got fingered.

And then. Oh man. It’s the best. I got to suck the cock of this really hot queer girl that I’d been eying all weekend. I sucked that shit so good I got her off. In fact she told me I was only the 2nd girl to ever get her off sucking her cock. And that was a hell of a cock to suck too. The head was much larger than the base, so when it hit the back of my throat it was like instant gag city. But I totally rocked that shit. And damn she was hot.

I still can’t believe how many hot people I got to hook up with that weekend.

Man I love camp.

So there you all go- sex and camp.

Home

Home from camp.

No time to write anything though.  On my way out the door to do a photo assignment.

Panny FuxXx!!!!

Obama!!!

Signed Up

I signed up last night for a second year of camp.

I originally thought I couldn’t afford it, but I scrounged up some pennies and managed to make it happen.

The schedule’s up already and there’s some interesting stuff going on.  I’m bummed because Lolita’s teaching on sensory deprivation but it’s at noon on Friday and that would mean I’d need to leave home promptly at like 8am in order to get there for it.  And I can’t really invision that happening.  I also could be good and leave after my Friday class.  But that’s just silly because then I wouldn’t get down there until the evening.

And then Lee Harrington is teaching on Safer Magical Sex on Thursday!  Boo.  Oh well.

Sorry, don’t mind my stream of conscious thinking out loud post.

I’m hoping camp will be good.  It certainly won’t be anything like last year.  Partly because I hate 1/2 the people from last year (the NYC/blogger contingent I mean) (and the feeling is mutual I’m sure).  Another part because I’m getting fed up with kink and sex and this “community”.  There was a reason I never believed in community.

So I’ll give it one last shot.

I’m holding out hope for camp, but my expectations for wanting to continue to be apart of the kink community are considerably low.

DO Party and DC trip

Saturday night’s DO party was pretty awesometastic.

First I got down to DC in the mid-afternoon to chill with Desire a little bit. We were both pretty hungry so we soon headed out for something to eat- decided on a cute French bistro. Our meal was delicious. And the waitress cute. I totally felt like I was in France. We got a bottle of water, which was served only slightly cooler than room temperature (very French), and the bread and butter was out of this world. Really, I’ve never had butter that good.

Then the main course- chicken and fries. I was hoping it would be something like I had once in Paris, but it wasn’t quite like it. Good, but not the same. Though the fries were out of this world. Then for dessert I had profiteroles which were very yummy (though not as good as the way my mom makes them actually). It was very satisfying.

After we met up with Prince and a friend of his and drove out to the party. Match found us almost as soon as we walked in the door. And I’m always happy to see Match. Desire and I spent a little while just exploring the house and checking everything out.

The house was amazing. On the outside it was this totally normal suburban house, but once you got to the basement- holy fuck! It has to be one of the best home dungeons on the east coast. First there was all the toys and furniture. Floggers, whips, canes, bondage beds, tables, crosses and more. There was a fully stocked medical room. Cages. A little isolation room with doors for groping. And then the wet room- a beautifully tiled and huge shower area for all sorts of wet play.

It was enough to make your mouth water. (And yes I totally plan on having a kick ass dungeon like that one day too, lol).

Apparently the air conditioning had broken so the house got quite hot as the night went on. The basement became sauna like after so much play in the wet room.

I had myself a bunch of fun though. I was with Match in the medical room after he did a piercing on a guy (and was when I changed my mind about wanting to be pierced that night- it’s too scary!). He was sitting on the exam table and had me sit on the rolling stool, pulling me close to him. As he twittered, he pulled up his skirt for me to suck his cock which was already rock hard. Yum.

After sucking his cock for awhile Match had me stand up and take down my pants and undies. I leaned over the exam table and Match stood behind me and started fucking me. I moaned as it felt so good and watched us in the mirrored wall.

He moved to fuck my ass, spitting a bit on my whole and slid in effortlessly. He fucked me long and hard making me cum 4 or 5 times, without me even having to touch my clit. That was pretty intense. And awesome.

Later that evening Match hooked me up with a friend of his, a handsome man, XS. Match raved about my blowjob and insisted he try it. We found a spot in the dungeon, a bondage chair, which was perfect as it was almost like a throne for XS. A crowd gathered as I gave my best and impressed the socks off him, and even the crowd.

He fucked me as a thank you until my legs turned to jell-o.

Yum.

It was great seeing and playing with Match though, I feel like I hardly see or talk to him anymore.

Sunday started way too early when Desire’s cats woke us up numerous times. Eventually we rolled out of bed and met Prince for brunch and lounging in the grass. We passed a maypole thing and a guy tried to get me and Desire to sit under it because they only had heterosexual couples. Um, did we look like a couple? I mean, I suppose we could have. We declined though since we were meeting Prince. I took some pictures though (reminding myself to look at them).

After eating Desire and I went back to her place to chill a few hours before my bus where I passed out. I needed a nap so badly.

The bus ride home was a bummer- there was no internet. Though I started a new book which I’m already on page 300 (of 600).

The trip was great though- it was a nice little getaway with all the craziness the end of the school year brings.

Not in the Cards

First off, in response to how I’m titling this- what a fucking asshole.

I’m debating whether or not to tell the whole story behind that- I don’t want to be dramatic. But let’s just say there are some real insensitive fucks out there.

Before I go off on a rant about how awful the past 4 days have been, I’m going to start with the positives.

I got to go down to DC Thursday night and spend the night with Desire.

My (relatively) new friend Tilda helped me out in a jam and let me stay in her room when I lost mine (though I felt bad she didn’t get the space I knew she wanted). And Match helped calm me down and see my options.

Jocasta tied me up and Zelda flogged me.

Desire and I had an awesome candy scene in the dungeon.

Match had a kick ass orgy in his room.

And I went to some cool classes.

So even though I’m going to trash the weekend and label it essentially a failure, I’m not discounting the good stuff at all.

First rant: apparently pink eye is the new plague.

I realize it’s generally considered pretty contagious- and it’s kind of ewy and gooey, but Christ- it’s just pink eye. You take some eye drops and it’s gone in 3 or 4 days. And gee, if you don’t touch your eye and make sure you wash your hands constantly it’s fairly unlikely you’ll spread it to other people.

Ok, so the story goes I was supposed to room with this woman I didn’t know, but somehow (and I know how) she heard (as did half the fucking attendees) I woke up with pink eye and had someone (she couldn’t have this discussion with me for some reason) call me and tell me she didn’t want to room with me anymore because I had pink eye.

I wasn’t aware we’d be sharing eye liner (we certainly weren’t going to be sharing spit). I thought we’d just be sharing a room (where’d I’d have my own bed).

(And mind you I actually only ended up forcing myself to DC because I thought I had a commitment to my roommate to share the room. Silly me being considerate.)

Of course I heard this at 2pm on Friday afternoon just as I was parking my car and heading over to register. So I freaked. They were offering me the room (she would go somewhere else) but I didn’t know how I’d be able to find someone to split the cost of the room with me on such short notice and I didn’t think I could really afford it on my own.

So I went to registration and just after I walked in, Match followed, and thank God. I ran over to hug him and as he was asking how I was I burst into tears about my room (mind you I had already spent Thursday morning crying over the nasty exchange I’d had, which I will get to a some point). He helped calm me down a bit and then after we checked in, we went to his room and he helped me see my options and make a decision.

I realized that I could afford 2 nights at the hotel on my own, it was only an extra $60 or so. Once I came to that conclusion I called the people back to let them know I would take the room on my own. It went to voice mail though. But no biggie. I just told them to call me when they arrived so we could put the room on my credit card.

So while I was waiting for them, I went to Rita Seagrave’s Domination for Non-alphas. Let me just plug that for a moment- very fun class. And if you’re not familiar with Rita, let me just gush about how freaking hot she is. I already have a thing for red headed girls. But the whole class I couldn’t stop staring at her ass, lol. And when she’d sit on the table her skirt would ride up a little bit and the tops of her stocking would show. *Groan* Plus I just really like her presence. She’d come near by to hear someone’s question and it was just a nice vibe having her in the vicinity. So yeah.

Ok then, back to the rant. At the tail end of class, the people called me, but I let it go to voice mail since there were only 5 more minutes left.

When I heard the message in a few minutes I learned that they had given my room away because they thought I hadn’t gotten back to them. I dropped the phone and started crying again. Because here I was in DC without a room.

Jocasta took over for me and found Tilda and asked if I could room with her since she was by herself and thankfully she said yes.

Meanwhile I listened to the end of the message.

What a fucking fuck tard. I don’t even know who the person was, but what a serious asshole. Apparently having a place to stay just “wasn’t in the cards” and that being contagious wasn’t fair to everyone else.

All this just after telling me I no longer had a place to stay.

Man they were fucking lucky I’m actually a very non-confrontational person. As much as I bitch and moan here, the meanest thing I’ll do to someone in person is just give them the evil eye. And you best believe I gave that woman the evil eye every time I saw her.

After that whole ordeal I headed straight to the bar and sucked down 2 gin and tonics. I don’t usually turning to substances to relieve problems, but it was really the only way to save the night. Alcohol makes me happy. I mean that it makes me giggly and silly, so yeah, it helped. It was also fun sitting with Lynsey and Tilda and make up a funny story about this sullen looking family sitting in the lobby.

We surmised the daughter found the father’s porn (gay porn actually) and the mother just found out.

Thankfully the rest of Friday went well. A good time was had by all in the dungeon and it was a fairly early night, heading to bed at 1.

Saturday was good during the day.  Went to some classes which I think I’ll talk about briefly.  I enjoyed another one of Sarah Sloane’s classes.  I went to a class on humiliation at summer camp and this time I went to her Driven to Tears: Playing on the Edge class.  It was a lot to do with like cathartic play or ordeal path.  Damn if I didn’t start jonesing for a cathartic play scene.  Still am.  And I will probably ask for one soon, but I think first I need to do some processing on my own.

After that I went to Barbara Carellas’s Erotic Breathwork class which I had really been looking forward to because I had wanted to go when she did it a CV in the fall, but I ended up being late and couldn’t go because of certain things going wrong.  Unfortunately it wasn’t a good weekend for me- I was just too blocked.  So it didn’t have an effect on me, but I’ll file away what I learned and hopefully can put it to use in the future.

After we had a nice lunch with Me, Jocasta, Desire, and Prince (a super great guy I met at camp) and a fun sitz bath social too back at my room (long story I’ll tell if I’m told it’s ok).   I also got to buzz Desire’s hair into a mohawk- which looks super cute and she decided it’s subtle enough she can probably get away with it at work so she’ll keep it!

I missed the petting zoo because I went to the last class of the day, Dossie Easton’s Bottomless Pits: Topping serious pain sluts.  What a great class.  I’d never heard Dossie speak before, but wow, what a great presenter.  I’m definitely going to make a point to attend more of her classes in the future.  Poor Jocasta was exhausted and fell asleep a bit (even snoring a little, lol).

I started jonesing again this time for a heavy intense scene.  I consider myself somewhat of a bottomless pit (though some days there is a bottom), but I’ve never really had the opportunity to really test my endurance.  Dossie mentioned a relay scene (meaning there were a few tops there) that lasted for over 7 hours!  7 hours of being beat up.  That’s for sure the forever place she mentions.  Someday I’ll have to plan a huge block of time where I can try going there (maybe not 7 hours, but a couple hours at least).

Then demoed on Barbara caning her and spanking her.  Turns out I’m not the only one who laughs when they’re getting hit!  It was a really fun scene to watch though.  But man if I didn’t want a serious beating myself.

I was exhausted at that point and retreated to my room to try and nap so I could function better that evening.  I sort of slept- for a few minutes.   But I ended up getting hysterical again.  Exhaustion pushes me over the edge very easily.

Here I’m going to get very raw and very honest- the one thing people constantly praise my blog for.

I was in an intense amount of emotional agony.  The distress from Thursday and Friday just bubbled up and I couldn’t push it aside.  I started crying and as I started to cry harder I told myself that it was ok to cry and that I should just let it out and then I would feel better.  Except I wasn’t really feeing better.  I just kept crying.  And I was getting more and more anxious.  I couldn’t sit still and started to walk around the room, needing to do something with myself.

I wanted to cut.  I wanted to see my blood- I knew that would help calm and sedate me.  But I didn’t have any razors and I’m very particular about how I cut.  Plus, I mean, I didn’t really want to resort to that in the middle of Winter Fire.

So I grabbed for the next best thing- my left over Percocets.  I broke it in half (after a classmate mentioned this) so it would hit me faster.  And I swallowed my tears and let myself be numb.

Being numb isn’t good, but sometimes you need to do it for a little bit to just function.

At this point most people were at the banquet and a bunch of the sex bloggers that didn’t go to the banquet went out for Chinese, but I knew Match wasn’t at either so I texted him to see what he was up to.  He was about to grab a bite with 2 of his female friends and invited me.  Finally calmed down, I dressed and went to be social.

I’d go nuts if I stayed in that room any longer.

We just grabbed a bite at the hotel restaurant, but it was fun.  I like the 2 girls so it’s good.  The one also brought a cute little submissive boy who was actually kinda cool.  One of the coolest 19 year old boys I’ve been around in a long time.

Desire met me in Match’s room after she got out of the banquet and we grabbed our candy to do our scene.

We found a nice open space in the dungeon and I laid down one of those mess pads so we didn’t get candy all in the rug.  We went all out for this.  We’d thought of everything.  We had a candy necklace to bind Desire’s hands.  A big pacifier as a sort of gag.  Big round lollipops to spank with.  A long slender swizzle lollipop to fuck with.  A huge jawbreaker to kinda punch with.  We had a lot of fun and even got pictures taken by Hypnox, the event photographer.  It was definitely awesome pouring pixi stix powder on her and licking it off.

I wasn’t the only one who thought that too.  Prince was near by watching with a new friend of his, Christian- a totally hot FTM guy, and I had invited them to eat some sugar off her, but they did it gangster style sucking it up through a rolled up bill.

And then Christian asked if Desire would mind if he did a line off her back.  She didn’t so after showering off, we met him and Prince back at Christian’s room.  We crowded into the bathroom because roommates were around.  Desire took her shirt off and leaned over as Christian started to pour a line.  He asked me if I wanted.

And I debated whether or not to tell this story, but I am, so here it goes.

Yeah, I did want.  I’d never done it before, but I wanted to try it.  So he cut me a little line and showed me what to do and I did my thing and was kinda surprised that it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.  I did one more line a little bit later before we all went up to Match’s orgy and I was happy that I was now more awake.

My thoughts on the drug?  It was good.  It wasn’t so amazing that I feel a need to rush out and start doing it on my own, but I’ll probably do it the next time it’s around (which probably won’t be for another 2 years because that was the last time I was around it).

Match’s orgy was of course awesome.  There were so many people and there was so much fucking and action.  Match and I fooled around a bit when I first got there which was nice.  And I got to kiss a bit with this girl Flouer that was staying with him.  Squee.

The hottest thing though was watching Prince and Christian go at it.  It was so mother fucking hot.  They were all over each other and then Christian got his strap-on and was fucking Prince and it so awesome.  Prince was spewing out Spanish and shit.

I started really fading at 4am though (so early, I know!) and had to get to bed.  Though I lost my key and had to get let back into my room (as I was traipsing through the lobby in my lingerie- whoops).

Sunday morning I was ready to go home.  I just woke up and was ready to go.  But I had 1 more class that I had to attend.  The Jealousy in Poly Relationships class.  But it wasn’t until the last one of the day unfortunately.

First I went to a Kinky Barbershop class which was really fun.  (Anyone willing to let me learn how to use a straight razor on them??  Lol.)

And then it was finally time for the class.  In hindsight, I don’t know why I didn’t bring tissues with me.

I think I’ll write about what happened in the class in a separate post because that’s just a whole ‘nother issue.  But I will say it was really great to be able to share my story with other poly people who can understand what’s happening and not judge my relationship choices.

After the class I packed my stuff up and headed home.

Now I’m exhausted because even though I purposefully skipped my 8:30 class I was still woken up by my roommate at 8am (who by the way is still laying in bed with her boyfriend).  This roommate situation is really getting to me.

So there was my weekend.

It wasn’t the magical time I had at camp- not by a long shot.

But thank God for my friends.  I don’t know what I would have done without you guys.  I love you!

I <3 Kink

I’m starting to wonder if maybe I like kink just a tiny bit more than sex.

I’m happier to get beaten up without getting fucked then I am to have sex and not get beaten up (at least on a regular basis).

Plus- an orgy with no kink? Meh.

An event, like Dark Odyssey without kink? I’d rather save my money!

I would seriously rather not have sex at Winter Fire then not get beaten up (or beat someone else up as was my mood at camp). Sex I can get anywhere. That’s easy.

But kink? That’s much harder to come by for me. On a good month I may have played twice. And that’s a good month!

A good month of sex is 4 or 5 dates!

Quite disproportionate.

And yet, it’s not as if I don’t fuck guys who are kinky! My circle of friends and playmates is really becoming almost entirely kinky in some form or another.

Ahhh…that’s bliss.

Maybe it’s so disproportionate because I’m slightly picky about who I’ll let top me- and it what kind of ways.

I’m certainly a snob for skill. Skill is way sexy.

Chemistry most definitely plays a factor.

Harry didn’t make the cut because he lacked skill, couldn’t provide the aftercare I needed, and just in general said stupid stuff.

As nice as Denzel is, I don’t actually feel any sexual chemistry between us.

And there are some who I have chemistry with- just not a top/bottom kind of chemistry.

This kind of stuff can get complicated.

Perhaps maybe things are even more complicated by the kind of bottom I’m becoming. I play a lot harder than I did 2 years ago. And I’m only continuing further on that path.

If you had told me a year ago that I would be into piss play and humiliation and even service I would have laughed so hard at you! I would’ve thought you’d lost your mind if you ever even suggested I might try anything that draws blood.

Now, name most things I haven’t done or are slightly scared of I just say to give me some time. Because it really is only a matter of time.

I’m in no rush, and I have no goals about what I want to become.

I’ve already gotten a reputation of being hardcore by some, but I look at others I consider heavy players and even fathom that I’m in the same league as them.

I guess it’s all a matter of perception. The person who deemed me hardcore was fairly vanilla himself.

I think maybe even though I don’t have concrete goals about how I see my path continuing, I do sort of want to be known as heavy player. And not because it’s cool or because it’s better- but it’s because that’s how I see myself playing.

Anytime someone even mentions the word “sensuous,” I turn in the other direction. I don’t want a sensuous top. I don’t want a sensuous scene. I want to be hit, and I want to be hit hard, and I want it until I can’t take it anymore.

Am I being clear enough?

I hope so.

Sleep Over

Back to camp…

Earlier that day on Saturday, Jefferson had taken a class on punching and wanted to show off what he had learned back in the cabin after midnight snack. Match volunteered, happy to be punched. Match was laying on Jefferson’s bed with Jefferson straddling his hips as he started raining down punches.

He threw some punches on Match’s chest and then a few on his stomach. I sat next to them watching and decided I wanted to try. Jefferson showed me how to hold my fist and land my punches and I very quickly got the hang of it. Match asked us to alternate between slapping and punching and soon his skin started to redden on his stomach and chest. Match looked like he was enjoying it so much and that made doing it all the more fun!

Match and Jefferson switched places as Match started punching Jefferson’s chest. Somehow, they got out of sync because as Jefferson sat up after a punch, Match leaned in and they bunked heads- hard! I cracked up on the side of the bed as they rubbed their heads in a confused state.

It’s all fun and games until somebody pokes their eye out, I always say!

The head butting kind of killed the mood, but that was ok- I had a date with Match. And a good thing too because I noticed rustling under my covers and realized Wendy and Desire were getting hot and heavy! Match and I stripped though he was already mostly naked wearing just a tiny Catholic school girl type mini-skirt: H-O-T!), and climbed underneath the covers; and quickly as the cabin was freezing!

We started by making out slowly, Match lying on top of me nestled between my legs. My pussy was still a little sore from the orgy Thursday night, so it took a bit of convincing on Match’s part for us to fuck that night. He grabbed a condom and I just asked him to go slow at first.

The cabin was dark, lit only by a few Christmas lights, as people were settling in for the night. Match pulled the covers over our head to create a warm cocoon for us. He pushed into me and I moaned softly- half in pleasure, half in a little pain. After a minute of gentle, slow thrusting, I started to loosen up and the soreness went away. We fucked quietly, careful not to disturb our resting cabin mates.

He whispered to me, asking if I liked his cock; if I liked how he was fucking me. Shit, yeah.

He’d pull out, making me ask him to keep fucking me.

God, that’s hot.

I came a few times, quietly as difficult as that is for me, lol. And by the end of the night, I helped Match get his first (and only, I think?) orgasm of the weekend. Go me, hehe.

It was late at this point and we were ready to settle into bed.

Why there are twins at sex camp is beyond me.

But, we managed to fit together well enough (though, I almost fell off during the night).

We fucked again in the morning. We started under the covers again, but after a bit he had me flip onto my hands and knees to fuck me from behind (remember how much I love doggy?). It was a little strange to be fucking in the middle of the cabin while everyone was getting ready for the day. No one blinked an eye, yet at the same time, it seemed so out of place and gauche, you know?

Eventually I made him take a break as I was getting sore again and needed to be somewhat fresh for Jefferson’s g-spot class that afternoon.

I gave him a kiss and started to make my way to breakfast.

Let’s Get Ready to Rumble!

The Blow Job Throw Down between Wendy and I went so quickly in memory. We allotted about an hour for the event so we could still play afterwards at the Sex-O-Rama. But that time really just few by. It was so cold that night! I traded an sense of sexiness to wear jeans and a sweatshirt (Nina Hartley had commented at dinner that night that I looked likd a junior at Madison U.) and I’m glad I did!

It took us a few minutes to set everything up getting chairs for the judges, getting Miss Jo a clock and paper to keep track of time and score, and Wendy and I even managed to score some comfy pillows for us to kneel on. A crowd started gathering as they waited for us to be ready to start and just kept growing. Eeep!

When we were all ready, Jefferson hushed the crowd as he introduced us and explained the rules: 2 judges (anyone with a cock: bio or non-bio) would take a seat in the chairs and be blindfolded. They would receive a fine blow job for 2 minutes from one of us, then there would be a switch where they would get another 2 minute sampling from the other girl. After that they would whisper their choice for 1 or 2 to the score keeper- and all results would be announced at the end.

After so much trash talking, I was finally ready to show everyone what I was made of.

Sammy enthusiastically started the front of the line and was one of the first to be a judge. Wendy took him first and I took my place in front of the man next to him (my apologies for not really remembering who I blew). After Miss Jo yelled Go for the 1st time, the rest of the contest just raced by. I was so excited for the whole event: the adrenaline of doing the best I could in just 2 minutes; feeding off the energy of the huge crowd; enjoying Jefferson’s MCing of the event; and enjoying Match’s overall enthusiasm of the even as he acted as fluffer and kept exclaiming “God, this is the hottest thing ever!!

Match and Marcus were the last 2 to go, and I sprinted through as hard as I could with the finish line in sight: I tugged hard on Marcus’s balls; I sucked Match with such voracity that he screamed for 30 more seconds when our 2 minutes were up. (Poor thing, but I would finish what I started later that night).

By the end of the night, I’d blown 20 cocks, 2 of them non-bio (strap-on), 2 of them I’d made cum (and thus automatic wins for me), some were transguys (new for me), and I’d given myself one hell of a sore jaw. But I used every trick in my book: tongue actions, deep throating, concentrating on the head, sucking hard, sucking slow. A medley, if you will, of all I can do.

And in the end, I totally won!! (The final score is going to be kept secret, but Wendy’s free to divulge it if she wants). It was awesome. But I totally knew all along I would win. I’m just that good. (Even if I do suck cock like a girl, as Marcus said).

I’m still waiting to claim a prize though (other than just bragging rights).

The throw down ended as quickly as it happened and the crowd quickly dissipated to enjoy the rest of the evening. Jefferson, Wendy, and I wandered into the Brothel to check out the happenings in there. I was quickly propositioned by a few of the men from the throw down and quickly lost the rest of my night to “whoring.”

Which, at the time, I didn’t mind so much. But when I’d found out afterwards everything I’d missed in the peep show, I was so bummed. But the pimp at the brothel kept pushing my competitive button (I cleaned out a few guys of all their Kundalini Kash and apparently got the most amount of money from a customer- just for him to eat me out!) Though, at a point I did start to feel like an actual whore, and that wasn’t so fun. Next year I’ll have nothing to do with the brothel. No offense.

Eventually Jefferson and Miss Jo came and got me and we headed over to rendezvous with cabin folks over at Midnight Snack. We ran into Nina Hartley there and I asked her what she thought (having been in the audience) and she said it was very enjoyable and she even commended my technique when I told her my tricks! How cool is that?!

After grabbing a bite, I made a quick trip with Jefferson back to the brothel to get my money from the pimp. I had a couple thousand camp dollars to collect! The pimp was extremely talkative and I needed someone with a stronger backbone to help me just make it a quick transaction. With Jefferson by my side, we were in and out in under 2 minutes. We caught back up with friends and made our way back to the cabin to settle in for the night.

But, being the perverts that we are, that didn’t mean heading to bed (not for everyone at least)…