So Friday night, Emma and I hosted a play party. It was something of an experiment, and quite a successful one, and we’ll hopefully be hosting more in the future. In a later post I’ll talk about what we learned, what went well, what didn’t, want will change for next time. Because I’m a geek and I love to analyze everything, and enough of you out there in sexblog land attend/plan play parties that it seems a good topic for discussion. But for now- just a few moments from a very very hot night.
The party happened to fall on Good Friday, which was wonderfully ironic since we were celebrating the fact that we had acquired a wonderful new St. Andrews Cross, a piece of bdsm play furniture. So a few of my guests thought it only fitting to do a crucifixion scene. Two of the gentlemen in attendance are quite skilled at needle play, and decorated a few of the ladies quite beautifully. One of them got needles through her arms, and then had a ribbon wrapped around the needles and then the arms of the cross. Not nails but- it made quite a visual.
One woman who attended the party, who is quite tall with deliciously long legs, spent most of the evening in nothing but a sweatshirt that just barely covered her ass, and thigh high stockings. So wonderfully hot.
Two of the women arrived and promptly starting making out on the couch. This seemed to be their default- both girls played with others and chatted with people and moved around the party, but anytime they both had nothing to do they went back to making out A few times Emma joined them for a three way kiss or many handed grope session.
Rachel was on spring break and had been spending the last few days in “slave mode”; basically a time of high protocol submission. For the party she was wrapped up in a chain harness, with the remainder of the chain running along the floor to where it was secured, giving her plenty of room to roam throughout the party. Guests greatly enjoyed her outfit, and hearing the light clang clang as she moved about. She was not allowed to make eye contact with the guests, but had to refer to all as Sir or Ma’am, speak only when spoken to, and do all she could to keep our guests happy. She kept drinks refreshed, brought people toys when needed, and even made a willing plaything for those who wished to enjoy her. Early on in the evening, a boy she’s flirted with and played with in the past and is quite fond of asked to play with her, and as she wasn’t busy I gladly agreed.
He had her strung up on the cross and spent a good deal of time making her squirm and whimper by running blades against her skin, and then grinding against her and kissing her hard. Eventually he had her worked up to distraction and after some quick whispering she came over to me and asked me in a quiet voice if she could take the nice boy in the other room and suck him off. I asked everyone to quiet down for a moment, and told her to repeat her request for all to hear. She blushed and fidgeted and looked generally adorable, but when she finally asked in a loud voice if she could suck off the nice boy, I kissed her and told her to go ahead. She squee’d and ran into the other room with him and from his grin a little later had a wonderful time.
It was a good night to meet new people. I spent various intervals of the party with my face between the thighs of a pretty new friend, hearing her sigh softly and using my fingers and tongue to make her moan. She enjoyed watching and a few times I’d have her on the edge of the bed, my finger inside her as we watched other things. Later, I invited a fellow who I’d seen her eyeing earlier to have some fun with her, and got to watch her eyes go wide with excitement as he started to finger her.
The other new person I played with had come with a friend of mine; a gentlemen who I’ve found makes a wonderful ‘team mate.’ I got to watch him do a host of delicious things to her, including the crucifixion scene described above. Later in the evening I started chatting with her and then using my claws on her thigh- which then became her back, and then her breasts. Before long she was naked with my fingers inside her and my friend, the teammate, toying with her nipples, as we took turns making her hold off on cumming until given permission. My hand would leave her clit and move up to wrap around her throat while his fingers took my place, and she’d squirm and buck and cry out. I do so love teamwork.
There were other wonderful moments that I saw, and still more I missed while otherwise occupied but heard about later. And there will be analysis soon.
But all in all- a hot, hot night.
I'm a spiritual man writing about sex, and a sexual man writing about the sacred. Here, the two overlap, with other topics and tangents thrown in. I’m also a geek, which means discussing and analyzing sex is almost as fun as having it. If I can make you think and reflect and inspire your own comments, lovely. If I also make you wet or hard- engaging your mind as well as your pink bits- all the better. Read and enjoy. Share your responses. Share your thoughts. Share yourself.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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2 comments:
Wow. I finally went to my first BDSM event last week...and somehow, knowing how hot it is in person makes it all that much better when reading. Especially the St. Andrew's cross. When I got up on that thing for the first time, it was profoundly spiritual as well as sexually charged. I was worshiping my Dying Gods...beautiful.
All that to say, wish I could've been present at your play party. It sounds looovely.
The parties will hopefully become a regular event, and our guest list is always expanding...
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