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!

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.

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.

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)…

Our cabin was named the Pervert’s Saloon, and really, we were just a big bunch of perverted fuckers.

For example, take the scene that went on between Wendy, me, and Ace of Hearts Saturday night after dinner during our cabin party. Somehow it came about that Wendy wanted to practice her ball fondling (as freakishly good as my memory is, I do lack in certain areas) and our cabin mate, Ace of Hearts, was the man to volunteer. And then she wanted to try multi-tasking by fingering me.

Wendy was sitting on the bed with one hand on Ace’s balls as he sat next to her and then slipped two fingers in me under my shorts as I stood on the other side. It felt good, but I wasn’t in the best position to fully enjoy it. Soon she told me to take my shorts off so she could have better access.

It wasn’t long though before Wendy decided she couldn’t fully concentrate doing both at the same time, so she abandoned Ace for a few moments as she worked her fingers in me.

I was bent across the bed and she stood and got behind me to get a better position. She fucked me with her fingers, hitting my g-spot just perfectly. It was the first time we were actually playing together, and what a nice start. I came like 3 or 4 times in just a few minutes.

After I catch my breath, Wendy and I return our attentions back to Ace. Wendy works on stroking him as I grabbed a glove and lube and worked a finger into his ass.  Using what I learned from Jefferson during the G-spot/P-spot class at Floating World, I massaged my finger against his prostate.

We pulled his leather pants down further and sat him on the bed to get him more comfortable.  I worked a second finger in and pumped them lightly in a nice, rhythmic movement.  Wendy pumped lube in her palm and worked her hand up and down the length of him, sometimes switching hands and grip.

I was kneeling on the floor in front of Ace to get the best angle.  He moaned louder as we got him closer to cumming.  Suddenly he jerked and shot all over.  No lie, it went everywhere.  It hit me in the face, chest, and arms; dripped down in his pants around his ankles; and all over the floor around us.  Damn.

He caught his breath as we cleaned up.  Wendy and I gave him a big hug and he thanked us enthusiastically.

Soon after, we all started to get ready for the throwdown!

When sharing a cabin with 20 or so people, you all tend to wake up at the same time, according to the earliest risers. So, much to my demise, the earliest risers were up before 9. (Really, it’s beyond me even that people can get up that early after going to bed so late!)

I will admit, I was a little pumped for Saturday. I was so ready to put my money where my mouth was and finally beat Wendy in the Blow Job throw down. But that wasn’t until later that night.

As I was doing my morning routine, I heard my name being called from the other side of the cabin.

“Avah!” It was Marcus calling me. “Avah! Come join us!”

He was beckoning me to join their giant cuddle pile.

“Oh, I’ll be right there!” I called as I finished brushing my teeth.

I found a spot to lay comfortably on top of some people and basked in the awesomeness of our cabin. One more person climbed on and we had made it to 13 people in a sort of pyramid shape. We held it as long as we could until the people on the bottom complained of cramping and not being able to breathe so well. Wussies. At least they were nice ad warm!

After climbing off my cabin mates, Jefferson decided he wanted to wear his boots that day to try and start breaking them in. He asked for some help lacing them up and I wrinkled my nose. Boots? Hmm…

Wendy said she helped, only with the stipulation “I’m not doing any of that submissive shit!”

“Me neither,” I concurred. “I’m not licking them or anything.”

So we each took a boot and started just plainly lacing them.

But oh man. It surprised me as I was doing it, but it triggered something in me. I felt so submissive for some reason doing it. And I wasn’t even kneeling doing it at the time.

But it was hot. And a feeling I’d very much like to experience again.

After Wendy and I finished with that, we went to breakfast and I hung around until it was time for me to go to chores.

I was signed up for floater, which meant I’d help out where needed. The adorable MOD (manager on duty) mentioned they could use a cupid and I enthusiastically volunteered for it.

I reported to the dining hall to collect my wings and blank cupid notes from Miss Karen who was keeper of said items. I put on my pretty, pink, sparkly wings, waved my wand, and skipped off to make some cupid magic. For my 2 hour block of chores I drove my taxi/cupid-mobile and helped deliver messages as well as collect.

I really, really loved being Cupid. For me, I felt like I really came out of my shell doing that. I was interacting with so many new people- and you know, it wasn’t so scary! And that’s something I’m really trying to keep with me in the real world- to not be so timid and to be more open to meeting new people. So far, I feel like I’ve really been making progress! Go me!

But I loved being Cupid- I totally want to do it next year! I’m even planning on making a cupid mail bag for next year- decked out in red satin hearts and lace!

The highlight I’d say was meeting Barbara Nitke and talking about photography with her!

Way cool.

When I was finished with Cupid duties, I picked up Wendy and her partner from gate keeping duties and we made our way to the barbecue lunch. Wendy and I grabbed our food and claimed a spot on the lawn and were soon joined by our friends. It was a beautiful day basking in the sun enjoying our hot dogs and macaroni salad. And the day had warmed up so much I was finally ready to change out of my Jersey Girl sweat pants (I was gearing up for the throw down that night).

After lunch, Wendy and I went back to the cabin to get towels, and me my bathing suit, to lay by the pool after visiting the petting zoo.

Oh man, the petting zoo!! It was awesome! The coolest thing ever. For reals.

There were bunnies, kitties, lots of doggies, a panther and a pony too!

I kind of enjoyed the doggies the most.

There was one puppy there, by the name of “puppy,” who was just a young puppy, but already well trained! He sucked his owner’s cock on command! How ’bout that!

Then there was an older dog, a rottweiler that was very playful with his friends. He had no owner, but was also very well trained. He did so many tricks! Sometimes, because he was so big, he played a little too rough with the other dogs, but a swat on the ass made him behave.

And then there was another puppy. A puppy very near and dear to Wendy’s heart. And she’ll write more in detail about him (I’ll add the link when she does), so I won’t go into it as much. But what a sweet puppy with such a waggy tail! And he just loved belly rubs. He liked Wendy so much that when she and I were leaving to go to the pool, he barked for her to come back! And he would only chase his chew toy when she threw it. It was so adorable!

I loved the petting zoo so much! I hope they do it again next year and that more people visit!

So after the petting zoo, Wendy and I went to lay by the pool. I would’ve gone in maybe (the water wasn’t so cold), but the pool was in a shady spot, so it wasn’t quite warm enough for me (I would’ve froze when I came out). We were contemplating going to afternoon classes but ultimately decided against it. Instead, we returned to the cabin to cuddle with Match!

After a little bit we were joined by a neighbor- a cute boy, Sammy. Sammy and Wendy had already been passing notes and Wendy was all set to fuck his ass that weekend. Apparently, I was in on the plans as well! Well, alrighty then. I always enjoy fucking a cute boy’s ass.

Wendy got herself a taste of the action though that afternoon. As we were all cuddling, it eventually came around to Sammy taking his pants off and Wendy fingering his ass to orgasm. Totally hot.

Wendy and I spent the rest of the time until dinner just cuddling in bed with anyone who wanted to join in. Like a good 3 hours. Definitely one of the better memories of the weekend.

Soon everyone was returning to the cabin to get ready for dinner. Jefferson was off already with Lolita. We wished him well as he headed over barefoot in his daisy dukes and tied up shirt. And as we were getting ready for dinner, we saw Lolita leading him by a chain wrapped around his waist, and a bunch of us on the porch cat-called to them.

After dinner, everyone returned to the cabin for yet another cabin party (as the one the night before had been such a hit!).

I’m officially experiencing camp drop.

It only took me a week!

I miss everyone so much!  Even with all the IMing and e-mailing I’m doing, it’s just not the same!

And yeah all my New York/Jersey people are all up here that I’ll be seeing, but I miss us all being together!

Like one big happy family.

All weekend long I just kept thinking “This time last week I was…”

(For the record, this time last week I was snuggled in bed with Hunter watching as Marcus was tied to a pole and messed with by Lolita and Mollie).

Aww man, I love you guys so much!!  It sounds so corny, but it’s true!!

I miss camp :*(

“Oh my God, I’m almost at camp! I’m almost there! Oh my God! Camp! Camp! Camp!”

Sleep deprivation had made me pretty subdued as I drove through Jersey, briefly through Delaware, and finally into Maryland. But once I was within a few miles of camp, my excitement skyrocketed.

I breezed through registration and made my way to my cabin all the way at the end of the lane to unpack my stuff. Along the way, I ran into Miss Viviane (sorry, Wendy got it into my head!).

“I’m not following you, I swear!” I called to Viviane as soon as I noticed I was walking behind her.
“Avah! Hi, welcome!” she said kissing me hello. “How was your drive?”
“Oh it was fine, quick. Not quite 3 hours.”
“Good, well, our cabin’s down here,” she said showing me the way.

Viviane gave me a tour of the cabin and left me to get settled as she went off to lunch. I had just enough time to dump my stuff and claim two beds for Wendy and me before skipping off to my first class: Power Flogging with Lolita.

The class was good - I learned a lot of great tips. I also got to practice with a nice couple who were very helpful and patient with me.

Jefferson finally showed up in the last 5 minutes of class.

I hugged my new friends good bye and arm and arm, Jefferson and I headed over to a fisting class.

The room was pretty crowded, but we were able to find a seat on the floor.

Instantly, I fell in love with the instructor: Felice. She was just so cool. And so hot. And so totally awesome.

She had asked the class for a volunteer to be fisted by her, and I totally would have raised my hand (hello- ultra hot girl with her fist in me!), but unfortunately for me, I was still all bruised and sore from the previous night.

Part way through the class, Wendy arrived and we waved hello as she took a seat.

I watched in awe as Felice’s partner’s hand disappeared inside her. Fucking hawt.

Near the end, Jefferson ducked out early to go do chores. Wendy and I left together at the end to fix up the cabin some more. She had already put a sheet on our two beds, but thankfully for us, Zelda is an over packer and brought an extra air mattress and let us use it! After sprucing the place up a bit, most of us headed over to dinner together before reconvening for our Cabin Party.

Best part of the cabin party: Hot as Hell Hunter wearing a corset. And him hula hooping to groovy music Selina mixed up.

Now, usually I’m not into so much guys in women’s clothing. But Hunter is just so beautiful and it just totally worked on him.

There were so many people at our party- mostly crowded on the porch and inside because of rain! There was much to see and do there (like watching Hunter and Mollie get saran wrapped together while they were fucking, for instance) but across the lawn was the Perverts Potluck.

There, you chose from either mild, medium, or spicy and did whatever was on the paper with someone there in order to earn play money to spend in the brothel the next evening. I was still getting warmed up in the weekend, so I played it a bit safe only picking mild and doing so with people I knew or kinda knew.

I really ended up signing other people’s things more than I was able to do my own though. But it’s ok, I managed to get an extra $600, on top of the $1000 they give you to start off with.

Towards the end, Jocasta and I went to find Jefferson to get ready for our date in the dungeon.

I had a fantasy: get fucked while being suspended (I guess I watch too much sexandsubmission.com, eh?). Jocasta and Zelda were going to help put me up for Jefferson to fuck me.

Team work, I always say.

We gathered what we would need back in our cabin and headed over to the dungeon, along with some other cabin mates.

Jocasta and Zelda claimed a winch, hopefully making it easier to get the best angle for penetration (it’s not as easy as it looks, they warned us!)

Wendy sat on the side watching closely as Jocasta and Zelda started tying all the necessary harnesses on me (she had a date with Jefferson for a beating when I was done). Jefferson was right there with me, kissing me and pinching my nipples, but left the rope tying to the experts. We were joined as well by the male part of the couple I had played with in my flogging class, Tom, who wanted to watch in hopes to one day be able to suspend his partner himself.
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I started going to my happy place as the feeling of hands and rope lulled me.

Marcus stopped by Jefferson to see what he was up to.

“I’m going to fuck Avah after they put her up,” Jefferson said pointing to me.
“Oh you’re Avah?” Turns out we were actually in flogging class together.
“Yes, hi! Nice to finally meet you,” I smiled and shook his hand.
“You too. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Really? Good things I hope.”
“I don’t remember,” he said after thinking a moment.
“Er, I guess that’s not too bad, right?” I replied laughing. Marcus shrugged his shoulders.

I got called back by Jocasta- they were ready to start putting me up.

I was patient and quiet as ropes were attached to my harnesses and I started being pulled into the air. My chest was attached to the center ring first. I sighed as the now familiar tension returned to me. Tom helped support me from behind as my hips were pulled up. Jefferson and Jocasta each held a leg as Zelda finagled with the height.

It took a little time readjusting some things before I was comfortable.

My hands were tied last, right in front of me.

When everything was in place, the reins were handed to Jefferson.

He kissed me first. Deep and passionate. His hands ran over my skin and through the red and golden ropes as he made his way to between my legs. He leaned in close to me taking my pussy in his mouth. I sighed as his tongue flicked lightly over my clit.

Jefferson started walking me slowly in a circle as he ate me out. He spun me faster and I squealed as my head got dizzy, reminding me of days when I’d spin like crazy on the tire swing on the play ground. I giggled with my lightheadedness as he pushed his fingers slowly into me.

Jefferson and I, we’ve been doing this so long. He knows me so well now. Better than anyone. Knows exactly what my body loves; where everything is; exactly how I’ll react. He pulls it from me. It twinged a bit when his fingers first entered my sore and bruised pussy, but very quickly my body relaxed and opened up for him.

He fingered me slowly at first. I let my head fall back as I lost myself in the sensation of his fingers on my g-spot. Jefferson grabbed on the ropes and pulled me closer to him; his fingers deeper inside me. I felt myself slowly twirling as an orgasm built in me. Jefferson started fucking me harder and ran me in circles as I came for the 1st time that night.

I picked my head up to look at him and beckoned him to kiss me. He leaned in through the ropes and held my head with one hand as his lips connected with mine. My vision was fuzzy as I got high on orgasms and rope, and in that time, it felt like it was just the two of us.

He broke away and resumed fingering me. My body twisted and shook in my bindings as Jefferson forced orgasm after orgasm from me; keeping me in constant motion. My hands grabbed the ropes, pulling me up and my moans and screams filled the dungeon as I seemed to fly only on Jefferson’s hand.

I squealed as Jocasta surprised me by pouring cold water over me. It caught Jefferson off guard as well as he wondered where cold liquid could come from.

After coming down from an orgasm, he pulled his hand out and stepped away to get ready to fuck me. I hung there in my spacey oblivion, but noticed Marcus blowing him in the corner of my eye.

Jocasta stepped in for a turn as Jefferson got ready.

Being the rope aficionado that she is, she fashioned a lovely rope harness for her dildo.

She pushed into me and held onto the ropes as she fucked me gently, but nice and steady. I moaned softly as my head got reacquainted with stability.

Quickly though Jefferson was ushered back in to do his part. But he wasn’t quite ready. And sometimes things don’t always go quite as planned.

So he fucked me hard again with his fingers. Luckily, you’ll never, ever hear me complain about that!

He ramped up the intensity another 5 notches and brought me to my highest high of the night. I can only remember spinning, cuming, him biting me.

At one point he was kneeling and he had just made me cum hard again and my thighs wrapped tight around his head as I twisted in the ropes.

Another point he leaned in and asked me if I wanted him to fist me. I shook my head no, quickly. It was a yes, but no answer. I would’ve been completely useless all camp if we tried it again. But fuck, that would’ve been hot.

Eventually the pace naturally slowed and Jocasta checked in to see how I was doing in the ropes.

“I’m tired,” was all I could muster.

I’d been up for at least 30 minutes, which is a lot considering I’m still a beginner (though it felt like much longer), so they knew it was about time to start taking me down.

I was so out of it. I was totally high. Not subspace, but I guess I’ll call it rope space.

My feet and hips were lowered to the ground first. I held on to the ring above me as someone else, I think it may have been Tom, helped hold me up as well. Hands worked quickly to remove all the bindings and I swayed gently with the movement of it all.

With all the ropes undone, a blanket was wrapped around me and Jefferson pulled me to a chair and held me in his lap as I started to recover.

I can’t remember if we really spoke.

We stayed like that for a little bit, but I was also conscious of the fact Wendy was waiting for her beating. When I felt ready, I sent him off to go play as I wandered around a bit watching other things in the dungeon.

Jefferson was tying Wendy up arms wide on a rig as I noticed an intense zipper scene right behind. I padded over, still wrapped in my blanket to watch. The domme had rows of clothes pin zipper lines laid out near her and her poor victim was underneath moaning as clothes pins were attached to her skin. She howled as the line was ripped off.

Ouch.

More sights distracted me- like Lolita tying up Dossie Easton in a pretty full body harness; Tom flogging his redheaded sub.

I eventually ran into Match, one of my cabin mates, who I had liked instantly when we met earlier that evening. He’d been busy setting people on fire or something like that. We found some chairs and sat together watching the wind down of Jefferson and Wendy’s scene.

She was crying as Jefferson flogged and caned her. He paused to blow her nose and then soon began to untie her.

They sat on the mat together as she started to compose herself. Tatsumi came by and brought her a glass of water. Later we learned Lolita had it sent over. She’s so thoughtful like that.

After a little bit I went over and sat next to Wendy wrapping one end of my blanket around her, as I thought she might be cold.

Jefferson started packing things up and Wendy and I slipped some clothes back on and we all headed back to the cabin. It was a long first day and we were all exhausted.

Wendy and I curled into bed together and at least for me, I know I quickly conked out. There were people still having fun on the porch and I just tried to conjure up memories of when I was a kid at camp and how I managed to fall asleep. I just squeezed my eyes tight and let the sounds of laughter and talking lull me to sleep.

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…

I started my post last night and as I was writing it I had all these thoughts in my head I wanted to get down, and then in the middle I left to go take care of a mini-crisis with Noelle.

And then I lost my flow.

Now re-reading it, I’m wondering if I covered all the major points?

Perhaps I should get on to the story telling- and I can cover smaller points of what I felt during certain scenes.

I think that’s what I’ll do.