July 20, 2012

MS. BLUE

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Did you miss the greatness that was Ms. @SSDated‘s Down In The Dating Trenches last month, particularly the missives penned by the main contributors of this site? If so, no worries, we’ll be re-posting the magic we created at the lovely SSDated’s behest, right here over the next few days. And first up to bat is yours truly, with my thoughts on a very sexy soiree I attended a while back.

Happy Reading!

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Last night I had a first: a rather titillating experience that quenched my voyeuristic side. You see, yesterday for the first time ever, I attended a…

Sex party.

A private, invitation only orgy, comprised of a horny horde of 40 or so. True story. The main result? I, a very nervous, repressed (I know that’s a weird claim for a girl who writes for a pretty raunchy sex blog, but it’s my truth), suddenly shy straight girl discovered her inner voyeur, Skye The Gawker (aka STG), last night.

Folks, as nervous as I was about what I was going to see before I arrived**, once the action started on the many mattresses strewn about the floor of our hosts very large living room, STG was transfixed. But how could she not be? There were so many delightfully dirty scenes being played out between couples, trios and even larger groupings of frisky folk. It was a voyeur’s paradise, and my newly found alter ego enjoyed every minute of it. So much so, that although I never found the courage to participate actively (though I did encourage more than a few to people to go for theirs and then cheerlead loudly when they finally did) – more so because STG didn’t spot an available cock attached to an owner that tickled her fancy (what can I say, watching people get it on for hours makes a randy girl even randier) – she and I can’t wait to attend the very next fuck fest we’re invited to.

You see, in addition to STG having the chance to feast her eyes on all the action going on in the room, I learned more than a thing or two, to boot. Things like the fact that…

Every good sex party needs a gaggle of gawking pervs: Though this one may be obvious for some, I thought I’d be the odd non-participant out at the orgy last night. But as it turns out there were a number of ‘regular’ attendees, who much like me, sat happily perched in their chairs watching all the action – with big smiles on their faces. What’s more, the ‘show ponies’ in the room, who spent much of the night getting busy like no one was watching, were all too happy to have all eyes on them. Case in point, the man who turned to thank those of us in the corner closest to him, after his back door had been tended to (very well I might add) by his lady. To hear him tell it without STG and all her fellow gawker buddies intently watching the proceedings “none of it would have been as hot or humiliating.”

Watching sex is just like watching any other form of entertainment: Now people, I arrived at the party convinced that watching people sucking and fucking would be an incredibly awkward and even nerve wracking experience. I mean, only recently have I been able to view the porn without breaking out in hives after about five minutes. But much to my surprise and STG’s delight, watching a room full of people engaged in the most intimate of acts, felt just like watching TV. In fact, I even managed to have a few conversations (however brief) with people who were completely nude as they partook in some rather salacious sexual play, and was nonplussed. The shit was surreal.

You can’t judge a book by its Church Mother cover: Readers, I’m not sure what I expected your everyday, run of the mill, sex party attendee to look like, but I do know that I didn’t expect to see an endearing 50+ woman, with a mane of curly white hair and the disposition of a Sunday school teacher, going for hers – HARD – in the middle of a group of lusty young’uns. Ms. Hallelujah-I-love-Jesus-and-sex-too was so adorable I wanted to pinch her cheeks (the ones on her face, people!) and as another attendee watching her as avidly as I was stated, “Damn, it’s good to know that middle aged church ladies love sex as much as the rest of us do.” Indeed.

Nothing says ‘We’re all having a real good time’ like a female orgasm: Take it from me, a repressed straight girl, nothing – and I mean nothing – tops hearing a bunch of women in a room reach states of genuine ecstasy simultaneously and/or in relatively quick succession over the course of a few hours. Despite the fact that I never got my orgasmic swerve on, listening to woman after woman get off was positively Cheshire cat smile inducing for me. No joke. And based on all the dancing eyes locked on each woman who O-O-Ohhhh’ed her way to bliss last night, I’d say there’s no way anyone can help but get happy, inspired and more than a little bit turned on while listening to the sound of a woman’s climax.

Getting all that you need sexually just might improve the connection – sexual and otherwise – you have with your SO: Our hosts for the evening were a couple in a long term common law relationship, who happen to really enjoy sex – as evidenced by the fact that they host orgies in their home regularly. Now, as the festivities began, they each boldly declared what they wanted to experience that night to the room and then set out to sate their desires…separately. He quickly found two women to play with, while she got into some bondage with a dude and another girl on the other side of the room. They continued to play with and fuck other people to their hearts’ content for most of the evening. But when I did finally spot them communing on their own in the middle of the melee on the mattresses, I don’t think there were two more connected people in the room. As the rest of the revellers spanked, licked and tapped the asses they were holding, those two were straight up making love – constant eye contact, sweet caresses and all. And it was all kinds of beautiful.

Don’t EVER show up to a sex party, without a playmate: People, this one right here is crucial. Last night I went in intending to happily voyeur it up, and despite the efforts of a few people who tried to entice me to play, that’s exactly what I did. That said if I’d had the good sense to have an emergency cock with me, I know without a shadow of a doubt, that my suddenly-shy-sex-party-attending behind would’ve succumbed to the energy in the room and likely added to the symphony of female orgasms. Instead, due to my oversight, I left the party in heat and even though I tried my hand at a little ‘self-cultivation’ once I got home, I fell asleep feeling mighty frustrated. FML. But never again I tell you. Never. Again.

FIN

**My sidekick, Belle and I were so full of trepidation about what we were going to see as we drove to the party that we made all kinds of agreements to stay close to each other, leave early, etc. – all of which we quickly forgot when the action got real hot.

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