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.

Fun Sex Party Idea

A loyal reader, CDK sent this idea to me the other day and I thought it was nifty so I wanted to share it!

Just a silly idea for a sex party, presented for your amusement and arousal.

This would be a variation of a Naughty Schoolgirl night. Preferably the place would be a home with plenty of rooms so that they can be labeled things like “Gym”, “Library” and “Science Lab”. Decorated appropriately of course.

The invited guests would be sorted into two groups. The dominant ones would be told to come as staff and teachers (corsets, leather and crops encouraged). The submissive ones would be encouraged to come as students, the naughtier the better (mostly catholic schoolgirl uniforms or perhaps cheerleaders).

Perhaps a third group for those not having sexy fun, the Hall Monitors. There to provide food, drink, condoms, whatever…

The school would have a very permissive curriculum and allow the students to chose what classes they want to take.

Just imagine walking down the hall and seeing in one room the gym teacher eating out a cheerleader. In the next the sexy librarian is servicing two school nerds.

In the third the teacher has a student’s hands bound in front and is leading her with a leash to the next classroom. It seems the student “needs to learn how to play well with others” and will be taught with the next student.

Like I said, just a silly idea but I rather like the imagery so I thought I’d send it along.

Thanks, CDK! This was a fun idea!

What I learned for next time

I think the one thing I learned from this party was to not make so much food!

I should keep dinner parties and orgies separate I think.

Next time I’ll be inviting more people. I kept the guest list fairly small for the first time. I invited my closest friends- you know, the ones that love me enough to give me a 2nd chance had this party bombed. But it went so well! And everyone said they had a good time! And yes, they loved all the food.

I was so Susie Homemaker it was insane. The house was immaculate when people arrived and I had dinner all prepped and ready to go. The veggies were cut and put on cute fish platters (it’s a shore house!). The keilbasa was cut and ready to go in the oven. The corn was husked and the water in the pot ready to be boiled. Hamburgers formed and ready to be grilled!

All I needed were the people!

Match and Prince arrived first from DC and we hung out and chatted for awhile while we waited on the others.

But the others didn’t come for awhile.

Adam called and said he had a flat on the parkway, just a few exits from me. So he, Emma (his fiancée), and Rachel (his girlfriend) would be a little bit.

And then I called Jefferson who was driving down with Callie and her boyfriend and they were lost, but in the town, so not far. So they would be there soon as well.

Jocasta and Zelda weren’t coming until around 9.

That’s ok. I wasn’t on schedule, but I could adapt. I’m flexible.

(Insert minor anxiety attack).

Eventually everyone came around 8:30 and I immediately started to put dinner up. I banished Jefferson to the grill (in the 90 heat, yes) as I set the table and got everyone drinks.

I had a lovely spread on the table and it wasn’t long before we sat down for a fun dinner. I took the head of the table, which I never do, but felt it was my place as the hostess. Someone called for a toast, but I don’t have much experience, so Adam led a lovely toast to me for having everyone over for a great night.

To me! Cheers

Of course as soon as we started eating Jocasta and Zelda arrived so I hurried to get them plates and chairs.

When dinner was finished I managed to clear the table in record time (shhh, don’t tell my mom). Though I had plenty of help (as much as I protested!).

Then it was play time! I changed into my corset as the party started getting rolling.

Zelda had brought some of her dungeon furniture so we mused over where to set it all up. The massage table ended up in the kitchen, the double cross near the side door, and the suspension rig in the living room.

Jo tied me up to begin the night with. She wanted to practice what she’d do this week for a photo shoot we’ll be doing together. My 1st time in front of a camera! Though, as a photographer, I’m totally geeking over the fact it’s going to be an 8×10 camera the photographer is using!

The tie was cool, though she tried to get up on one foot and that just wasn’t happening. She wrapped rope around my eyes as well as part of it (per the photographer), but I couldn’t see so I had her undo it so I could check out the rope job in the mirror.

Match started having his fun when Zelda asked him to pierce her.

Callie was happy cumming and being spanked at the hand of her boy, Zach.

Rachel was busy being hit on by Jefferson.

Everyone was having fun and I was so happy for that.

But damn if I wasn’t pooped already! I hadn’t gotten much sleep Friday night and woke up semi-early on Saturday to do last minute cleaning. I vacuumed, mopped, chopped, washed dishes, washed counters and repeated both a few times. I made beds, threw random things in closets, ran last minute food shopping, and waited anxiously for everyone to arrive. On time.

It occurred to me as I was cleaning up from dinner (and washing dishes yet again) that once everyone left, I’d have to clean yet again. D’oh! Though not quite as much thankfully.

Eventually it got late. You know, like 3am. Jo and Zelda had already packed up and headed home (Zelda can’t sleep in a strange place), Prince already fell asleep out on the porch (he liked the warm weather) so I started tucking people into beds.

Match was a help, making sure everyone was comfortable with everything they needed. When everyone was settled he and I retired to my room. We settled in bed and he cuddled into me and apologized for neglecting to really touch me all night as it wasn’t his intention. I assured him it was fine as I went down on his cock. I assured him it was really fine as he made me cum 5 or 6 times that night before we fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up, mostly because I heard stirring about and knew that if people were up, I’d need to start on breakfast.

I cleaned up a few dishes from the night before before starting the water for the potatoes and slicing up the watermelon. I had plans to make home fries from scratch (which, by the way I’d never made before). As the potatoes boiled I started cooking the peppers and onions which my sous-chef Zach had offered to chop (I won’t turn down someone’s offer to chop the onion!). Once the potatoes were in the pan, I put Jefferson on bacon duty. Once the potatoes were done I did the eggs. I’m telling you- Susie Homemaker!

The icing on the cake was the danish I had gotten that I was raving about all night and morning.

We had another lovely meal and cleaned up minimally before heading to the beach! In a heat wave!!

It was fun though. Callie’s going to be bummed she missed out I think. She and Zach had to leave with Jefferson because he had “work” to do.

Everyone went in the water, like all the way. Except me. Because I’m not crazy. Water was COLD! Except it was so hot, I did have to put my feet in to cool off a bit.

Eventually it was time to go as Match and Prince needed to head on the road.

So all and all it was a great party.

Fun was Had by All

I just finished throwing my 1st orgy/play party.  With lots and lots of food (because I’m Jewish and Italian).

My therapist asked me this week if I had invited the she-devil (I like she-devil better than anti-Christ) (If you don’t know who I mean, don’t worry about it).  I snorted and wondered what drug she was on.  She was unsure of the etiquette she said, since she was a friend of Jefferson’s.  No, it doesn’t quite work like that.

I can’t write much write now, I’m off to NYC in a little bit to meet up with Desire and meet her parents and sister!  Eeek, nervousness!  I have to watch what I say!

But what a fun, fun party.  I’m so glad those who could make it were able to come and had such a good time.

I’m so the hostess with the mostess.  Like woah.

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!

The One Where Boymeat Hits Me

I don’t know where it came from, but suddenly there was a cane and it was in Boymeat’s hand. And it wasn’t your average, run of the mill rattan cane. No, it was some heavy duty rubberized sucker that for some strange reason Callie owns. So Boymeat does as he’s known to do and starts gently (and I use this word loosely) hitting the tops of my thighs over my jeans. When I started complaining too much, he had me lay on my stomach so he could cane my ass.

Ouch. Mother fuck. Soon I was starting to sweat and had to strip out of my clothes. After a little bit more, Boymeat decided to give me a break and go smoke a cigarette. I took the opportunity to hide the cane under the couch, but the other people at the party wouldn’t let it stay hidden. Hmpf.

But I sure paid for it when he came back.

My ass had already been battered that night, but nothing compared to the damage he did to the tops of my thighs. Especially when I made the mistake of wondering out loud whether a cane that thick could leave welts. (It can.) Blow after blow I would curse and squirm, dropping to my knees on the hardest of hits.

By the end of the night the tops of my thighs were swollen and deep red with patches of purple forming.

I’d wished I worn a skirt that night when it came time to put on my jeans.  Such is my luck.

Under the Surface

I had one thing on my mind for Friday night’s orgy: I wanted a caning. I was so in the mood for pain. And I knew Boymeat was going to be there, so it was pretty much a sure thing.

The party was at Tyler’s in Brooklyn, and even though I left late, I was still the first to arrive. His sweet as pie girlfriend, Evangeline, let me in and we had some yummy hot chocolate as we talked. Wendy came next, and shortly after her, everyone else arrived en masse having all just come from the Modified Eros show.

I got so excited as all my favorite people started pouring in the room, including friends from camp! Ace was there as was Sammy and his girlfriend Laura, and Desire too! And then of course all my orgy friends!

I mingled for awhile talking to different people, not in any rush, and just enjoying spending time with my friends. I did my best as well to avoid Ace’s tickling advances, except that bitch Wendy fucking started it and pinned me down while the two of them tickled me as I shrieked and howled. Man, I hate being tickled!

Jocasta and Desire were having fun together with rope, and that was great to watch. Jocasta was doing herself up in a breast harness when Desire expressed interest in getting tied up. Miss Jo did a very nice job doing her up in a fancy body thing, and you better bet Desire looked great in it. Then next she showed Wendy how to do a rope harness for a strap-on. It’s always a fun night when the rope comes out.

I got my chance at a caning without even having to ask. Isn’t it great like that? Boymeat single-tailed the shit out of Eden’s back first that night, and after they were done, he took out a cane for me. Boymeat had me lay face down on a couch laying across Eden, with my head in Tyler’s lap and Boymeat sat on a stool above me. He started with a firm steady rhythm using one of his thicker canes and I quickly switched into a head space of concentrating on the pain.

I made sure to keep breathing as I focused on processing the pain. But fuck, it hurt. And, yeah, I liked it. Which Boymeat loves to rub in my face.

I soon started to break out in a light sweat, as is what happens with canings.

I cried out when it hurt; I sighed when it was bearable. My feet kicked when he tortured me by concentrating in the same spot.

We were aiming to get me to cum again, but I wasn’t so sure I was going to get there. The vibrations were pulsing right through me, but the pain wasn’t quite translating properly for that. Plus there was something just under the surface that I think was inhibiting me- I was really just in the mood to cry.

Boymeat was good though, he kept coming over and checking in on me.

Then he pulled out a stingier cane and started whacking on my back. Holy fuck. That shit hurt. It was like needles jabbing, or something like that. I don’t know, but it was intense.

Eventually we moved to the bedroom, a quieter place in hopes to get me off. Space was cleared on Tyler’s bed for me to lay down. Boymeat resumed his caning of me at a steady, easy pace with a nice thick cane. I thought I might be able to cum then, but Boymeat gradually picked up the intensity and I again started sailing on the pain. My foot tapped the floor in beat with the swinging of his cane as I moaned into mattress. I howled and squirmed as it got more and more difficult to bear.

He paused and kneeled next to me, pulling the curls out of my face. His hand was right next to mine and I started to reach for it.

“Here, take my hand,” he said moving it into mine.

He stroked my head a bit as my breathing slowed down to normal. I wanted to cry. It was right.there. But it just wasn’t breaking the surface.

“You didn’t have to stop,” I said, smiling at him. I had hoped that maybe just a little bit more was all I needed.

He gave me just a bit more, but still nothing.

He got underneath me on the bed and pulled out his cock for me to suck.

“Is this a thank you or a post-caning treat?” he asked me right before I took him in my mouth.
“Thank you?” I said unsurely.

He shook his head and guided my head down onto him. I blew him for a bit, moving from his cock to his balls.

“Damn my inability to cum in public,” he cursed.

Boymeat zipped himself up and I laid my head in his lap getting my after care as fingers went through my hair, tugging gently ever so often.

Eventually, I got up. I forget why exactly. I wandered around a little bit in a subspacey kind of daze, still feeling unfinished.

Towards the end of the night I propositioned Jefferson. I told him specifically I wanted him to rough me up. I had no opinion on how he did so, so he chose to clear off some of the kitchen table and bend me over it. He pulled out his flogger and hung it over his shoulder as he slapped my poor, sore ass.

I squirmed and screamed and his hand grabbed my hair to keep me firm against the table.

He took his flogger in hand and stepped back and started hitting me with it nice and hard. He aimed for my ass and back and I sighed and moaned on impact. I don’t know if a flogger really could ever make me cry.

All of the sudden I felt coldness wash over me as he poured water on my bottom half. He spanked and flogged me on top of it and it stung with the wetness. I squealed again as he poured the rest of the water on me and I started to shiver a bit as I got chilly.

I dragged Jefferson into the bedroom to fuck me next. We made out on the bed as he fingered my clit and got me off. I went down on him after and got him hard to fuck me. He grabbed a condom and pushed into me hitting my g-spot instantly. I groaned under him as he fucked me hard, pinning my arms down. I kept pulling him down to kiss me though. I kissed him roughly, biting on his lip and tugging on his hair and he sighed into my mouth, grabbing me tighter.

I pulled back from him and gave a sly smile.

“Baby,” I said to him.
“Yes, honey?”
“I need you to hit me.”
“Where?”
“Slap me,” I told him.

He nodded and straddled my hips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, tensing a bit. I love having my face slapped, but it still brings up a primal, visceral reaction that borders on fear.

He came on the left side first and within the next 10 seconds, I felt that emotion bubbling to the top. My jaw started to tremble and I was ready to let go. The heat built in my cheeks and I grabbed at Jefferson lightly, suppressing the urge to fight back. I whimpered as the slaps came in forceful succession and soon the tears started to form. He punched my chest with another hand and I flinched and tried to recoil.

He paused a moment, and I nodded my head in a silent affirmation for him to keep going.

He started again and very quickly I started to cry. Just as I needed. He stopped once I was able to let go and pulled me into him, holding me. I cried softly, my chest shaking as I breathed, and I assured Jefferson that I was ok.

“It’s not a bad cry,” I told him. As in, I wasn’t sad about anything, I was just feeling a little weepy.
“I know, baby. I trust you and you trust me, and we can do that for each other,” he replied kissing me.

We cuddled together quietly, but all too quickly, Eden came in to let Jefferson know his ride was starting to get ready to leave.

He left me for a few moments to get dressed, and I just stayed curled up on the bed, ready for sleep at that point. He cuddled me a little bit more once he was dressed and we both got up when all his crew were ready to head out. I hugged everyone goodbye, told Jefferson and Desire I’d see them the next afternoon when I would get Desire to head down to DC.

I thanked and kissed Boymeat and he told me next time he would drink more water. (*Sigh*)

Wendy and I got dressed and I tried to usher her out the door as quickly as possible. First to arrive and last to leave. And part 1 of the orgystastic weekend came to a satisfying conclusion.

My Big Comeback

And so we begin our stories first on Thursday night, before getting to camp.

I stopped going to the orgies this summer, starting with the night I broke up with Jefferson in June. I had previously been losing interest in them, and found that during the summer, it wasn’t that big of a deal to not go.

Except, I did miss my orgy friends.

When Jefferson mentioned Sinclair might be at September’s gathering, I immediately switched from “entertaining the possibility of going” to “possibly going.” As fate had it though, the orgy got moved a few nights later, so a lot of people couldn’t make it (you’ll come in October, right Sinclair?).

Even though the orgy tacked on another sleep-deprived night onto my weekend of debauchery, I really thought it was a great way to kick things off and get back into the swing of things.

I drove into the city, my car packed with things for camp, and found a spot a few blocks from Jefferson’s. I wasn’t planning on staying too late as I had to drive to my beach house still and pick up things there before heading down to Maryland.

When I arrived at Jefferson’s, I made my rounds of hugging all my girls hello (Wendy, Callie, Cody, and Lily), whom I hadn’t seen in months! I got caught up in girl talk for the first part of the evening. There was gossip time to be made up for, but even with that, I was in such a good mood, I wasn’t into as much (and boy do I love juicy gossip!).

A few more people came that evening, but it was still small and intimate; just the way I like it.

I smiled when Boymeat arrived. I’ve seen him a couple times at various events over the year, but never really got a chance to talk to him. He intrigued me though. And plus, he’s cute!

The evening got a little sidetracked with making some daisy dukes for Jefferson to wear at camp. After destroying the 1st pair of jeans, the girls finally got it right the second time.

During which, there was some coy flirting going on between me and Boymeat. I don’t even know what color my cheeks must have turned.

I have a habit of fidgeting with my buttons or belt buckles, and I guess I was doing it a lot that night because as one point he says to me, “You keep teasing looking like you’re going to undress.”

I blushed and glanced at the ground, taking my hands off my belt buckle.

I should’ve just undressed right then, but I got all flustered and shy! (Really Marcus, I am shy!)

It wasn’t long though before I was undressed as my ass became a target for a coin toss (really, should I even go into it?).

With people getting in various states of undress, the party finally moved to the bedroom (it was already like 10pm- we couldn’t wait any longer for Mark to arrive!).

A cute new couple jumped right in, and that was fun to see. Wendy had brought her ex, Franklin, and Callie had brought her friend, Sarah, and the two just hit it off immediately. It was sweet.

Wendy and I decided to have a preliminary BJ contest, with Donny being the judge.

Except, in natural Donny style, he was, well, a douche.

So much, that we won’t get into it.

But after sucking him off a bit, he was all into me, but I wasn’t feeling it so much. Sure he’s got a nice body, but God, someone take that boy’s talking tokens away for the Love of God!

What I really wanted was to play with Boymeat!

But put 2 shy people who are into each other together and…

Luckily, Jefferson made the 1st move for me! Lol. He suggested I do some more practice on Boymeat and I happily agreed. As did Boymeat.

He was sitting in one of the sex chairs and I knelt in front of him and took his cock in his mouth. As I was getting started he leaned forward as said if I did a good job, he’d cane me.

I looked up at him and glowed with excitement.

“Jefferson!” I called to him. “Did you hear what he just said?!”
“No, what?”
“He said he’ll cane me if I do a good job!”
“I guess it’s your lucky day!”

With a big grin on my face I turned back to Boymeat and resumed my cock sucking.

His hands grabbed my hair and I moaned as he tugged just so. And I gave him my Jersey best (which, is coincidentally the best!).

After a bit, he pulled on my hair and switched positions with me. He sat me on the chair and knelt down to lick my clit and started slapping my pussy. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before really, and I yelped and moaned as I got used to the feeling.

He growled at me, “Let it go!” as I moaned.

Fuck, that was hot.

He stood back up and fed me his cock again, his hand still firm in my hair. He was deep in my mouth as I sucked him firmly.

“Where should I cum?” he asked as he pulled out.
“On my chest,” I offered to him.

With a few jerks of his hand, Boymeat came spilling onto me, yet not quite my chest.

“And by chest you meant back and shoulder right?” he laughed.
“Yes of course.”

He grabbed me a washcloth from the bathroom and I cleaned myself up.

I was satisfied. I love making guys cum.

Next I fucked Donny. He was rude and I so felt like putting him in his place.

I fucked him pretty good. I topped him as much as he’d let me (enough to satisfy me really). And then I relaxed as Jefferson took over.

As we do, we soon turned to kink. Tilda had stumbled in tipsy from Cosmos and after a nice sound fucking from Jefferson, started getting flogged by Boymeat. And God that’s so hot to watch.

(Quick aside, Tilda is a sweet, beautiful lady I met at Floating World during Jefferson’s G-spot class. And I totally got to fuck her!)

The floggings continued as Wendy practiced on Donny, but he called uncle when Boymeat took over. Wuss.

(Yes, Wendy, I know I’m the pot calling the kettle black right now.)

I went down on Boymeat again and got to make him a cum a second time, after which he thought he should probably head home. I offered to take rain check on the caning, but he didn’t mind delaying his departure a little bit longer for that.

“Is it going to hurt?” I wondered.

You know me and canes. I love ‘em, but I hate ‘em at the same time.

“It doesn’t have to. I can do sensual.”

Phew.

Space was made for us on the bed as I laid face down and he laid on his side next to me.

He placed his hand lightly on my back and started nice and easy; a firm, steady rhythm to get me into that lovely head space. I sighed and smiled as I warmth spread through my ass.

I forget who in the room said it, but they thought it must be hurting. (Was it Callie?)

Oh no. “It’s yummy,” I told them.

I felt the strength of the strike increase ever so slightly, but it just got better and better.

One of my camp fantasies was to cum from a flogging or caning. I knew it was achievable because as Zelda was flogging me Sunday night of Floating World, I felt myself almost get there.

And there with Boymeat I felt myself going there again. And he knew it too. My breath got faster and more shallow. My ass wiggled, raising to meet the cane. My hands gripped the sheets as I squeezed my cunt muscles, bringing myself to the edge.

My back arched as I started to cum.

Boymeat hit me harder at a faster pace. “That’s it, fucking cum,” I heard him over my moans.

My hips fell to the bed as my orgasm subsided.

“Holy shit,” I panted, my eyes still shut tight. “Oh my God. Marry me?” I said turning to Boymeat.

He laughed, “I’ve never gotten that response before.”
“Seriously, you can do that anytime you want.”

He smiled as I kissed him thank you.

He got up to start getting to leave and I went to find Jefferson.

“Jefferson! You missed it!”
“What? What’d I miss?”
“Boymeat just made me cum- from a caning!”
“Wow that’s awesome!”
“Mmhmm…so you know, it’s getting kinda late- wanna fuck before I head out?”
“Sure baby.”

He followed me into the bedroom and climbed on the bed with me. As we kissed, we were joined by Mark. We love sharing a bed with Mark. He’s so dreamy! We cuddled with him for a bit (a constant theme for the weekend) before resuming our path to fucking.

Don’t feel bad for Mark though being left out! He quickly found himself having fun with Tilda next to us.

Jefferson and I kissed only briefly before he grabbed for a condom and positioned me on my back.

We fucked deliciously; my moans mixed in with squeals of delight coming from Tilda who was being attended to by Mark and Wendy.

I came a few times with Jefferson’s cock inside me, and again as it was replaced with his fingers.

I’m really such a cum slut.

My body was in the throes of pleasure (too much vamping it up?) as Jefferson fucked me hard with his fingers. Callie joined in and nibbled on my arm and played with my nipples. Wendy found a spot and started fingering my clit for me.

How awesome is it that I got to have 3 people hovering over me working on my pleasure?

Jefferson worked more and more fingers in me and I got louder and louder as his hand filled me. Wendy’s hand covered my mouth to drown my moans. Soon his fist was in me. I could feel it (and maybe he told me). Almost instantly I came, hard, letting go a blood curdling scream into Wendy’s hand. My body tensed and shook as my orgasm took over (wait, can it tense and shake at the same time?).

Jefferson tried to get his hand in a bit further, to the narrower part of the wrist, but I couldn’t take it. I yelped in pain and backed away.

One day, man. One day I’ll get a guy’s fist all the way in!

That was so freaking hot, really. But damn, what were we thinking fisting me right before camp?! Oww!

Again, more cuddling with me, Wendy, and Sarah as Jefferson ordered us a pizza.

Next time we’ll have to get 2 pies.

I would’ve left then, had pizza not been ordered. I just can’t say no to pizza. And holy crap that was good pizza! All the remnant party goers found beds to crash in somewhere after 3. I crashed on the couch, my alarm set for 6:40- just enough time to get up and get my car before the 7am parking time was up.

I stumbled to my car, running on only a few hours sleep and hoped the can of coke and the adrenaline of the arrival of camp would fuel me down to Maryland.

An hour and a half later, after making a pit stop at my beach house to grab some last minute camp supplies (like my toy bag!) I was asleep again in my bed to catch some more zzz’s.

I woke up, grabbed some diet coke and made my way to camp…