Life, Love, Sex

(Post #601!!) The One With All the Cuddling

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!).

Boo :(

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 :*(

Dizzy

“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.

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…

The Feelings Post- Part 2?

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.

The Feelings Post- Part 1 “The Luckiest Girl”

I did some pretty awesome things this weekend (see Highlights Post) but I also experienced some amazing emotions this weekend as well.

Wendy said it already, but I feel exactly the same way, that camp was, without a doubt, the most amazing experience of my entire life to date (probably only to be matched with getting married and possibly having kids). Really, I feel like this was just a life-altering kind of thing.

My only complaint was that there just wasn’t enough time! I’m for sure going to try and get to camp Wednesday or Thursday next year.

So many thoughts run through my head when I think about this weekend (so forgive me if this post is so scrambled- it’s just pure emotion that I need to get down).

My first thought is that I feel so incredibly lucky (I’m going to need a thesaurus so I don’t keep saying awesome and amazing and incredible all the time!). Lucky on different levels. I’m 21 years old, and I’ve been “kinky” since I was 18- pretty much as soon as I graduated high school. That I knew who I was so early on and was comfortable enough to explore it is pretty darn fantastic. My sexuality has grown and matured so much in the past 4 years and it was so special to see the culmination of it all at sex camp. And Lord knows I’m not done either.

I felt so at home when I was at camp (and same at Floating World and going to my first TES class and first time at Paddles). I’m surrounded by people like me who I know how to relate to. And I’m completely free to be myself.

I also feel really lucky that I’ve been able to experience these things with great friends that care about me as well as make awesome new friends. At Floating World, I made friends and instantly connected with Jocasta and her girlfriend Zelda and was able to have more fun with them at camp.

Then after spending the summer connecting and chatting with Wendy online, we finally got to hang out and have delicious fun together!

And it’s impossible to not write about Jefferson when writing about camp (as you can tell from reading some of my highlights). Especially since he plays a small role in contributing to the amazingness of camp.

Now that I’ve brought him up, I suppose I’ll have to go off on a little tangent:

There are things I haven’t written here about him and I, both because I wasn’t writing in general and also because I was keeping it to myself. Jefferson and I have reconciled over the summer to the point of being friends. And over the weekend it was just glaringly obvious how great breaking up with was for me, and even for us. I mean, I already knew it, but it was just so strongly reinforced at camp.

I’ve felt so much more free. And not just in the sense that my emotions are no longer all wrapped up in him or that I feel more open to seeing other people- but I feel freer (is that how you spell it?) to accept things in. I was really able to let in the caring and warmth of all the people I met at camp and really connect with them, and I’ve also just really been able to accept Jefferson’s love for me. After everything, he still loves me, and I finally believe it. I can finally feel it without him even having to say it. Of course it’s still nice to hear, but even if he never said it again, I would still know because of the way he looks at me and the way he talks to me.

I’m sure reading that, there are some people rolling there eyes and thinking, “Here we go again.” But to those people I would tell them to re-read the preceding paragraphs about how I think breaking up was the greatest thing for us and how we’re just friends.

So to wrap up the tangent, and bring it back to the topic of feeling lucky- it was pretty special getting to share some sweet and tender (and hot!) moments with Jefferson as well.

And that’s just about the people I’m already friends with.

It’s an added bonus to make great new friends like Viviane, Selina, Match, Marcus, Desire, and Hunter. (Desire was this sweet (and totally adorable) girl in our cabin that we all fell in love with.) Really, that was just the best cabin ever.

There’s more to say- tons more to say.

But next post.

I’m back in the real world, and I have things to do! Like shower and shave my legs before my date to tie up and fuck a pretty girl tomorrow! Hehe!

The Highlights Post

So much happened this weekend that I don’t know if I can even cover it all, so this list will be continuously updated as I remember things over time (and camp friends feel free to leave comments with anything you think should go on the list!):

• Pre-camp orgy: seeing old friends, making new ones, new experiences/checking off a camp fantasy before even getting to camp!
• Finally arriving at camp! (Ok, not that interesting, but still)
• Jumping right into the water with Lolita’s flogging class and practicing with a nice couple
• Going to a fisting class taught by the ultra fine Felice. Wow, she’s insanely hot!
• Cabin party- meeting all my cabin mates
• Getting suspended in the dungeon, cumming like a freaking banshee, being fucked by Jocasta (both while suspended)
• Snuggling with Wendy in bed at the end of the night
• 13 person, giant cuddle in Marcus’ bed
• Being Cupid during chores- riding around in the golf cart taxi
• Chatting with Barbara Nitke about photography!
• Petting zoo!!
• Hanging by the pool with Wendy
• Skipping classes and spending 3 hours in bed cuddling with anyone who wanted to hop in
• Jefferson in his daisy dukes
• Wendy fingering me after dinner
• Fingering Ace of Hearts while Wendy gives him a hand job and him blowing everywhere!
• Wendy and I helping to lace up Jefferson’s boots- “I’m doing any of that submissive shit” Wendy and I concur
• Feeling really submissive lacing up Jefferson’s boots!
• The Blow Job Throw down versus Wendy- what a great crowd!
• Winning the Throw down!!!
• Whoring at the brothel and getting top dollar just for some pussy eating
• Talking with Nina Hartley about blow jobs and being commended for my technique!!
• Feeling submissive taking off Jefferson’s boots
• Punching Match with Jefferson
• Late night fuck with Match; giving him his first and only orgasm of camp; spending the night in his bed
• Morning sex with Match
• More group cuddling
• Fingering a pretty blonde’s G-spot for my first time in Jefferson’s g-spot demo class and then fucking her deliciously with my strap-on
• Having sex in the grass with a clear, blue, sunny sky as background
• Taking a quick nap before dinner/camp awards
• Our cabin winning “Best New Cabin” for having most sex!
• Having 3 more winners in our cabin
• Tying up Jocasta in a partial suspension (my first) and flogging her
• Tying up my first boy in a hogtie
• Cuddling in bed again! While watching a hot scene with Marcus and Lolita and some others
• Marcus climbing into bed with me and Hunter shivering- putting him in the middle to warm him up
• Me jerking off Marcus as Selina fingered his ass
• Marcus deep throating Hunter (an amazing feat) and getting him to cum for the 1st time that weekend
• Marcus peeing on me through the bathroom stall door opening
• Hugging and kissing friends goodbye
• Making plans for next year and Winter Fire!

Added on (9/18 Tues):

• “I’m Blogging This” shirts for the bloggers, courtesy of Viviane
• Oh man, how could I forget this!: Hunter hula-hooping- naked!!
• Jocasta catching a butterfly in the cabin- “Butterfly whisperer”
• One of the cute Polish kitchen staff boys asking me to tie them up (I didn’t get to, but just the asking was awesome!)
• Beating each other with Twizzlers!

9/19 added:

• Reminded by Wendy: Me, Wendy, and Viviane discussing how to actually sleep with Jefferson (Nose strips, make him roll on his side, prod him when he snores too loud)
• Jefferson forgetting his towel!
• Beautiful Hunter wearing a gorgeous silk and lace under the bust corset, and looking totally hot

9/20:

• Wendy stealing my flip-flops without telling me and me walking around barefoot all day Sunday wondering where on earth my shoes could be!
• Viviane commanding Wendy to get her domain name now! Don’t wait! Get it now! Hehe!

The first camp post

And it’s short and sweet as I need to nap. Like OMG I need to nap. Considering I haven’t had more than like 5 hours sleep in the past 4 nights (and not even good sleep either), I so need a nap.

But camp- Oh. My. God.

Camp.

Words can’t even begin to describe the stellar amazingness that is camp.

This is so getting written up- but I fear words won’t do it justice.

After a little recoup time, I’ll share some highlights and then I’ll start muling over post ideas.

But such a fantastic weekend.

Ok. Nap time.