Life, Love, Sex

Writers Block

I’m suffering from some severe writer’s block.  Weeks have gone by now where I’ve wanted to write, but every time I go to put pen to paper, absolutely nothing comes out and I flitter to another activity.  But there are so many stories I want to tell, and I’m starting to fear they may never get told.

I want to tell you about Brian, who I met while escorting.  We had one of those instant chemistry kind of things, but it never developed into anything because he couldn’t get over the fact he was 17 years my senior.  Nor could he manage to stay in touch between the times he was in town on business.  He popped up out of no where, after 6 months, asking to see me.  I told him if he was going to treat me like a whore, then I would treat him like a John - and gave him a pretty high price.  He declined, apologized for hurting my feelings, and wished me well.  That was the last I heard from him, almost 2 years ago.

Then there’s Michael.  Going all the way back to when I was 17.  There’s a lot to talk about with him and our 3 year off and on relationship.  The highs and lows.  The fact I see him on campus every once in a while still and wish he would fucking graduate all ready!

I want to tell you about my first experience with submission- talking online and on the phone with someone from Collarme.  What it was like for me exploring my darker side for the first time.

And there are probably even more stories from my past that I’ll want to tell as they come to me.

In more recent months, there’s so much I’ve done and I’ve barely gotten around to scratching the surface.

Back in the fall I had a date with someone from camp and learned of an interesting perception he had of me.  Apparently he thought I was quite hardcore and remarked at being surprised to see me write about marriage and kids on the blog.  It’s also a funny story because I wouldn’t exactly stop talking long enough for him to kiss me.  So I told him to just tell me to shut up.  He caught on quickly enough.

Of course I never wrote about Floating World.  My first suspension, making friends, tears and heart break, playing with a new couple.  I’d like to get around to writing that event one day.

I’d like to write more about Match, my friend from camp.  I don’t even know what I’d write though.  It’d be hard not to gush about what an amazing guy he is.  He’s really one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.  He came to visit me back in the fall and actually helped me Christen my house.  In all my years, I’d never had sex there (I was very virginal in high school).

There’s another story of Boymeat caning the tops of my thighs so badly I could barely put on my jeans at the end of the night because of how swollen the welts were.  Then also how I couldn’t even put my laptop on my lap for a few days because of how badly bruised I was.  Have I also mentioned how much I loved it?  Shhh…don’t tell him! 

Then there was the time Jefferson got his whole fist in me for the first time- up to the narrow part I’m talking.  We were putting on a show for some guy and he starts fingering me and of course I’m thrashing on the bed in like a non-stop orgasm.  I even bump my head on the night stand during it.  And he starts working his fist in and before I know it, it’s all the way in.  I couldn’t really stand it that day, but I was ecstatic to know it was possible.

I also would like to share a reading of my tarot cards Desire did for me earlier this month, but of course I’ve forgotten half of what she told me at this point.  I should have written it down at the time.  But she had some good insights into my love life, and also my school life, and it was amazing how dead on she was.

My first TES meeting and then my first time at Paddles with Jocasta.

My first orgy at Marcus’s.  Wendy fisting me.

Tea parties.

Dancing with Jefferson in his living room.

New Year’s Eve with friends.

Countless stories are going untold because I can’t unlock my brain.  And all of these snippets are just synopses, they’re not justice for the tales.  But at least I’m giving them some kind of voice.

It’s a little strange, but my break-up post with Jefferson, from last winter is actually one of my favorite posts.  I thought it was very beautifully written, and I really only wish all my posts could be as good as that.  But of course not every story evokes that kind of emotion in me.  Hopefully one day (soon) I can come back and write these stories, the right way.

I just need to get rid of this damn writer’s block.

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.

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.

Wendy Says…

[23:00] Wendy: i will throw a double penetration tantrum!
[23:00] Wendy: i will jump up and down and stomp my feet and hold my breath untill my orifices are full of cock.
[23:00] Wendy: and you can blog that.

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…