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.

Oh hell, why not a picture?

This is a hat that was given to me for helping out at the Petting Zoo at camp by one of the lovely members of the “Triad.” (I have to see if they have scene/blog names or if I should make up ones.)

And yes, that is all my hair. I need to get it trimmed though. The ends are so dry and split. I’m actually thinking of cutting to my shoulders though. Nothing too short. But this long hair whenever I wear it down always gets in the way! It gets caught in my armpits a lot, lol. I’m also thinking of dying it chocolate brown (it’s reddish brown right now).

Plus, there’s gratuitous boob in there for you

Home

Home from camp.

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

Panny FuxXx!!!!

Obama!!!

Life Goes On

Yesterday I took a trip with my Mom to Ikea.  And oh what fun we had!

Going to Ikea is always an “experience.”  It’s not just shopping for furniture or plates or whatnot.  It’s browsing through the showroom and imagining what it’ll be like when you have enough money to buy real furniture for your place (that’s what I imagine at least).  It’s still CraigsList, garage sales, and hand-me-downs for the near future for me.  But that’s OK.  I like that I can still get a $2 cutting board from Ikea.

I put some pictures on my Tumblr of the furniture I got.  It was kinda fun putting it together all myself!

Now I’ll have to start setting up my new desk/work table.

Oh yeah, I moved to my new apartment.  And started school again (for the last time!!).  Apartment life is good.  I’m enjoying it.  My roommate and I are getting along well.  The commute to school is fine.  And there’s a kitty cat!  And she’s starting to cuddle with me more now that I’ve been here a whole week already!

I have yet to unpack.  I’ll get around to it.  I have plenty of time.  I want to start decorating my room a little though.  I just can’t decide on a color/theme.  Modern?  Contemporary?  French country?  Retro?  Asian?  I could do it all!  I really just need to decorate around my sheets.  Because they were pretty expensive sheets.  And I can’t afford new, good quality sheets.  (But I could get an awesome duvet cover from Ikea for only like $40!!  I love Ikea!)

The first week of school went off without a hitch as well.  4 studios and my math class.  I’m going to be busy, busy, busy this semester!  I found out one of my friends from last year is in my color class.  She’s fun and we have fun together.  Maybe she can teach me how to meet girls.  I want to start meeting girls.  You know, for dating and sex.  And I have ZERO clue how to do that.

Camp is next week and I’m excited about that (except for the weather forecast!).  My cabin is going to fucking rock!!  I’m bedding up with Desire; plus Match, Prince, and Hunter are in the cabin, and some cool new people I can’t wait to meet!

I have only 1 unofficial play date with Match for him to fuck my ass.  And I think Desire and I are doing a scene (have to check on the status of that).  I’m signed up for a non-bio cock gang bang of a gorgeous blonde!  And I’m an assistant of the petting zoo!  I’m hoping to have an awesome time with some awesome people.

Alright, well I’m going to go shower now instead of the morning because I just stepped in hairball juice and it’s making me want to throw up a little.

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.

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!

That Loving Feeling

As I was rushing off to catch the end of breakfast Sunday morning, I discovered my flip flops were missing. They absolutely weren’t anywhere and I was so confused. But my time was limited so I ran off to the dining hall sans shoes “ouching” my way down the path. I grabbed a quick bowl of cereal before heading to my first class of the day on humiliation. I had wanted Jefferson to go with me to hopefully have him get some ideas for us to play with, but he was no where to be found. But the class was good. I enjoyed it. And the class enjoyed when I shared the story of Harry fucking me in the streets of Brooklyn.

After that class was Marcus’s “How to Be a Whore” class. I learned what makes a smart whore vs. a “STUPID FUCKING WHORE!” I couldn’t stay for the business portion of the lecture as Jefferson and I left to eat lunch before his G-spot class. He left the classroom first and I ran after him and jumped on his back and he carried me piggy back into the cafeteria. While eating, we filled out camper awards ballots- and for the fill-in category, I nominated our cabin for most cuddling (I dare anyone to try and say they cuddled more than us!).

The G-spot class went well and in a similar fashion to Floating World’s class. Jefferson gave a short lecture then moved quickly into the demos starting with me. Of course me and my g-spot are always a great show. This time at camp’s class, I tried to hold off on my orgasm a little longer. I think I made it an extra minute.

I had a fun time after that too when Jefferson taught me how to finger another woman’s g-spot (my first time actually) and then us fingering her together. Then I got to fuck her with my strap-on as she was faced doggie style on a horse and moaning, “Give it to me, baby.” H-O-T!

After a few more demos including an entertaining fisting and me playing with Desire’s boobies, the class ended and Jefferson and i had some time to kill before we had chores together. We were in a group talking and I asked him if he had any plans before chores and when he said no, I asked if he wanted to go cuddle somewhere. He smiled and said sure. We grabbed our things and Jefferson lead us to a quiet grassy spot behind Sex-O-Rama that got almost no traffic.

The sun was out without a cloud in the sky so the air was warm enough for us to lay out naked. We stripped and laid on the grass together, quietly holding each other close for a bit. I turned to kiss him and we started making out a bit. Jefferson was hard and grabbed a condom from his pant’s pocket. He had me climb on top of him, something different for us. I moved slowly on him, not feeling the need to rush it or aything. I was enjoying this loving, tender moment between us.

I was in such a happy place from the weekend, and I honestly don’t think I’ve felt an emotion like it before. I asked Jefferson as I looked down at him and kissed him if it was corny that I was so happy I wanted to cry. He touched my cheek and said, “No, baby.”

Soon he flipped me on my back and pushed back into me, fucking me harder. I smiled up at him, his face surrounded only by blue sky and sunshine; and I captured the image in my brain, wanting to remember the sight for as long as possible. My eyes closed as I came a few times that day in the grass. Jefferson pulled out and we cuddled together until we had to go report to chores.

We were assigned to help disassemble a vendor’s tent. And we did our parts to help, but we also paused to hug and kiss a bit too. We were just in that kind of space. Once chores were done, we headed back to the cabin to relax before dinner. I crawled straight into my bed, pulled the covers over my head, and passed the fuck out. I’m not sure for how long; it felt about only 20 minutes, but maybe it was longer. I forget at this point.

Someone woke me, telling me it was time for dinner and I sat up bleary-eyed. I rubbed my eyes and slid out of bed to put on Jefferson’s boots as he promised I could earlier. Match knelt down to help, but I whimpered, wanting to do it myself. Match and Jefferson laughed. I asked Match instead to look for my other flip-flop. One turned up after chores, but I still couldn’t find the other one.

And you know why? Because Wendy stole them the night before and didn’t put them back where I could find them! They were just no where and I had to go barefoot all day as a result! Luckily Match was able to find the other one before I went out again.

That night at dinner were the camper awards, and that was fun. Our cabin won Best New Cabin for having the most sex. Then 3 cabin members won awards- Hunter for being a harbinger of bisexuality, Marcus for being most likely to get laid, and Match for a hot threesome during the peep show.  I had hoped my Blow Job Throw Down win would have been announced, but oh well.

I started to tear up during dinner though. I was just so happy and I didn’t want the weekend to be over. It wasn’t though at that point.

I still had 2 dates to tie people up that night in the dungeon.

First I tied up Jocasta. She was in a mood to be tied up and flogged, and I was in such a toppy mood that weekend. I did her up in a partial suspension (that we coached me through). I put her in a breast harness and then attached that to the rig, then pulled a leg up in front of her, attaching that; and then her hands last. She had put a crotch rope on too which was fun to pull on through the scene.

I gave her a good flogging, trying to remember everything I had learned in Lolita’s class that Friday. All in all I wasn’t too mean, but she got what she wanted.

After we were done, I tied up this man I’d played with in the brothel the night before. It was ok. Good experience practicing my rope tying, and also negotiating a scene with a stranger as a top. I put him in a hog tie and played with his ass and blew him a bit. I was exhausted though, so I didn’t last too long.

As I was untying him though, one of the cute Polish kitchen boys approached me and asked if I could do that to him. I smiled and laughed to myself. I told him though I was headed to bed.

I grabbed my stuff and started walking back to the cabin. I was trying not to be sad about leaving soon, though I was a little disappointed Jefferson didn’t come to the dungeon to say goodbye like he said he would. As I was approaching the cabin, I saw a car in front- Jefferson hadn’t left yet!

He was still waiting on Wendy and another New Yorker, Drew, who he was giving a ride to.  He got out of the car to give me a hug goodbye while he waited. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and we just hugged like that quietly for awhile.

Jefferson spoke first, “Baby, I love you.” I squeezed him tight. It was the 1st time we’d said it since the break-up earlier that summer.

“I know, baby, I know so much better than before. And I love you too,” I told him before kissing him.

Soon Wendy and Drew made their appearances and they all said their final goodbyes.

I wasted no time crawling into bed with my new bed mates- Hunter and Match! I was ready to crash, but Lolita and Molly started doing a hot scene with Marcus right in front of me, and I couldn’t help but watch! (Read Lolita’s story of it here).

I lost Match though by the end of the night- I think he ended up going to play with Prince. So, I can’t blame him. Around 3, Hunter and I finally managed to fall asleep (might I say it was kind of great sleeping with a 6′7 man- you just get wrapped up in him!) (And yes, I did sleep with a different person each night, lol.)

The next morning, after only a few hours sleep though, Hunter and I were woken by Marcus who came crawling into bed wrapped in a thin blanket, shivering. We put him in between us and cuddled him back to warmth. We kept getting yelled at though for being up so early. (It was like 8 am). Eventually things got hot and fun as I started giving Marcus a hand job as Selina fingered his ass. Then Marcus started going down on Hunter (Holy hotness!!!) deep throating him and all and gave him his first orgasm of the weekend!

The rest of the day wound up quickly. I got peed on randomly by Marcus and then had to shower off. I packed my things (there wasn’t too much) and deflated the mattress Zelda had lent us. I helped clean up a bit around the cabin and then went to pack my car. I hugged goodbye to my cabin mates that left before me, and hugged more as I prepared to take off myself. Viviane walked me outside and I hugged her saying how happy I was we could be friends.

I didn’t really want to go. I wanted to stay at camp forever and live like it was a 60s commune. Too bad life doesn’t really work that way.

I got back home in a just a few hours and went straight back to bed and just slept for the next 5 hours. Alone.

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)…

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…