I originally wrote this for my friend's blog, as a guest post. Here is a link to the original publication. And below is the text:
Two weeks ago, I did the amazing, and some might call it the
unthinkable or unimaginable. But for me, it was a long time coming. And
totally hot.
I was in a filmed gangbang, a special-made fantasy-turned-porn for my amazing lover and partner.
How did I get here? Gangbangs have been a huge fantasy for my
partner, J, and I for the past year. We tried setting up multiple
gangbangs and it wasn’t until about a month ago that one finally worked
out: it takes so much planning, scheduling, vetting, and emailing. We
are picky: guys need to be intelligent, thoughtful, be okay with using
condoms, and our preference is that they are actually turned on by the
gangbang scenario. We don’t want guys who are using the gangbang as
simply an excuse to have sex with a woman and then leave. We want guys
who are into the idea of a girl with multiple men.
Through the course of our attempts, we happened to meet a guy who is
part of a network of dudes that get together for gangbangs. He also does
professional porn (cool!). So I finally decided that he might be the
person to go to for planning a gangbang that included thoughtful and
safe men, and also have the knowledge and skills to have the encounter
filmed.
I explained the situation to him: I want to film a gangbang for J’s
birthday. J will not be participating, but here are some of the things
he wants to see: Getting pounded in doggy style. Taking cock long and
hard in my mouth. Cum on my torso (tits, ass). He wants to hear me being
vocal, and for the guys in the group to call me “gangbang slut” and
“whore.” He wants to see how long and hard I can take cock in my mouth
and pussy.
Our friend readily agrees to help in my adventure.
We talk on the phone a couple of times, and he visits me at work one
day to talk over logistics (I think a secondary reason for the in-person
visit is to confirm that yes, I am still attractive since the last time
he saw me six months prior).
Much of the planning goes on without me. It is logistically
difficult, I know, from trying to organize events with J. I start
getting antsy because J’s birthday will be here in two weeks and I will
need time to edit the footage. Finally, I get the text: Wednesday at
noon. It will be at our friend’s friend’s house, about a half hour away.
Eight guys are expected to be there. Eight.
I am instantly nervous, excited, turned on. I share the news with J
and we proceed to have lots of dirty talk, excited sex, and sleepless
nights.
The day arrives. I am meeting our friend early, around 10:45am, at a
Starbucks to confirm boundaries (no anal. hair pulling and spanking and
dirty talk all are awesome. cum only on my torso, near the end of the
session) and to make sure I am still all good to do this. I am annoyed
because I forget my favorite lube at home (Jo’s silicone- it’s amazing),
although I remember my perfume and sexy lingerie and a big box of
condoms. We stop at Walgreens so that I can run in and buy some other
lube (I go with the only silicone kind available- Wet’s version. It
turned out to be great!)
We drive through the neighborhood. Big houses, beautiful yards. We stop at a corner. The house is huge
and lovely from the outside. I start to walk up the pathway to the
front door. Wrong house. Turns out it’s the one next door. It looks
absolutely awful. Oh god, what am I doing.
Our friend’s friend answers the door. Oh goodness. What am I doing?
I remind myself that I wasn’t vetting guys for attractiveness, but for
thoughtfulness, experience, and respectfulness. I breathe. Talk to him
and find out he is a small business and nonprofit owner, travels nine
months out of the year in developing countries building water treatment
centers. Pretty cool. I relax.
I get dressed in my lingerie, freshen my makeup, spray some perfume.
Our friend comes in with the camera recording, taking some pre-event
footage. We flirt and laugh as I try to calm my nerves. Guys start
showing up at 11:45 but they are asked to leave and return right at
noon.
We find some music for me to come out to and give a striptease to.
It’s some dorky new-agey sounding stuff but I can dig it. The bass in it
helps me ground myself in the moment. Once everyone is there, sitting
on the long sectional in the living room, and after my friend goes over
rules and boundaries, I am asked to come out.
I start by introducing myself and asking everyone their names. I
proceed to give a brief lapdance to each person, shaking my stuff and
stroking theirs. As I reach the end of the line, I begin to pull out
cocks, going down on people, and asking people to take off clothes. It
was so hot to see out of the corner of my eyes that guys were stroking
their cocks as I went down on others. As I get back from where I
started, everyone is naked and people are getting warmed up.
From there, the next two hours are a blur. (Literally, a blur: I
wanted originally to describe this encounter in detail, but I find that
my memory is a fluid mixture of cock and pussy and come. I could watch
the video again to remind myself but there is something different about
writing from memory versus an in-your-face visual) My pussy and mouth
are full almost the whole time. I get pounded in doggy style while I go
down on someone else (spit roast is my absolute favorite position). I am
flipped onto my back with my knees pushed up to my head. I am spanked
so hard I have to tell the guy to stop. I come, too. Multiple times.
Three guys come four times each. Near the end, my friend comes on my
back, and our host also comes on my back. At the end, I am tired and
happy. We walk outside, and see the neighbors. Did I really just do that? What would the neighbors think?
It is surreal to walk out with our cameras and tripods, me in a slow
daze, waving hello and goodbye to the mom and older man and kid in the
front yard.
I now have two hours plus footage of me getting fucked by eight guys.
I need to edit it down to about 20-30 minutes so it is a succinctly
sweet birthday present. I have been giving J about 5-10 minutes a day
since I filmed it, as a sort of “twelve days of birthday” sort of thing.
Thank goodness for our amazingly open and sexually adventurous
relationship. And thank goodness that J is having a birthday: I can’t
imagine doing anything more fulfilling to celebrate him, his fantasies,
and the relationship we share.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
A Valentine's Day Treat
I had been planning a hotwife surprise for J. I tried so hard to keep my mouth shut, but when I found out from my friend, S, that he could meet up for a fuck session, I could barely contain my excitement. J could tell something was up. It seemed like a very appropriate and sweet Valentine's Day present ;-)
The plan was to meet S at a local bar (I hadn't yet met him in person; he had responded to one of my CL ads a couple weeks back) and then head back to our apartment if there was a sufficient click. I thought he was attractive enough when we met, and we had a great conversation about school, work, relationships (he was fascinated by ours), and dancing. Then we headed back.
I am using a text conversation between J and I to illustrate some of what happened. I have added in other details in purple.
The plan was to meet S at a local bar (I hadn't yet met him in person; he had responded to one of my CL ads a couple weeks back) and then head back to our apartment if there was a sufficient click. I thought he was attractive enough when we met, and we had a great conversation about school, work, relationships (he was fascinated by ours), and dancing. Then we headed back.
I am using a text conversation between J and I to illustrate some of what happened. I have added in other details in purple.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
D/S & Glory Hole Fantasies
Recently, on my main blog, I posted about a recent adventure J and I had. I didn't include all of the details there, though (that's what this blog is for! :D ) Here is the background from my main post; the extra details are after:
"You know the scene in Aladdin where Jasmine is shackled and does everything Jafar commands? That scene has turned me on since I was a kid. I never understood it, and as I grew up, I pushed the scene out of my head, because surely, any intelligent feminist with a head screwed on properly would not get turned on by nonconsensual submission. Well, thank goodness for Yes Means Yes (remember this post of mine?) and for being able to take a step out of the "this kind of sex is right and that kind is wrong" box.
Well, J and I have been exploring our D/S relationship more and more in the past few weeks. That includes J being pretty rough with me during sex and telling me what to do. He holds my neck, we have experimented with choking (not to the point where I can't actually breathe), forces my head down, slaps my face, spanks me, pulls my hair, and tells me how he wants to use my body. I love it. I enter this space where I feel totally free. I don't decide anything and I feel so submissive. My brain just lets go. I give all of my power over to J and it feels so connecting and freeing. I don't know if I can explain it any better. I know that J has had to work at being in a dominant space (he has explained that it doesn't come to him naturally), but the more we experiment, the more it seems like he lets himself be a dominant to me. He tells me what a good girl I am and uses deliciously derogatory language.
The other night we J got totally into the dominant space and played with me and got me all worked up. I have never been so flushed in the face. He ordered me to get ready to go out and that I would have to do everything he told me to while we were out; it would end once I got him off when we were back home. I was in heaven.
We decided to check out a porn theater. We had never been before, and it was as seedy as everyone has told us it is. It made us appreciate the rules that prevail at our swingers' club, not to mention the cleanliness and attention to detail. In my submissive space though, I almost let my exhibitionist side win out; J really wanted me to masturbate on the bed in the front of the theater. But then we both looked at each other, too grossed out from how much of a "jack shack" it was, and decided to leave. Better luck elsewhere."
"You know the scene in Aladdin where Jasmine is shackled and does everything Jafar commands? That scene has turned me on since I was a kid. I never understood it, and as I grew up, I pushed the scene out of my head, because surely, any intelligent feminist with a head screwed on properly would not get turned on by nonconsensual submission. Well, thank goodness for Yes Means Yes (remember this post of mine?) and for being able to take a step out of the "this kind of sex is right and that kind is wrong" box.
Well, J and I have been exploring our D/S relationship more and more in the past few weeks. That includes J being pretty rough with me during sex and telling me what to do. He holds my neck, we have experimented with choking (not to the point where I can't actually breathe), forces my head down, slaps my face, spanks me, pulls my hair, and tells me how he wants to use my body. I love it. I enter this space where I feel totally free. I don't decide anything and I feel so submissive. My brain just lets go. I give all of my power over to J and it feels so connecting and freeing. I don't know if I can explain it any better. I know that J has had to work at being in a dominant space (he has explained that it doesn't come to him naturally), but the more we experiment, the more it seems like he lets himself be a dominant to me. He tells me what a good girl I am and uses deliciously derogatory language.
The other night we J got totally into the dominant space and played with me and got me all worked up. I have never been so flushed in the face. He ordered me to get ready to go out and that I would have to do everything he told me to while we were out; it would end once I got him off when we were back home. I was in heaven.
We decided to check out a porn theater. We had never been before, and it was as seedy as everyone has told us it is. It made us appreciate the rules that prevail at our swingers' club, not to mention the cleanliness and attention to detail. In my submissive space though, I almost let my exhibitionist side win out; J really wanted me to masturbate on the bed in the front of the theater. But then we both looked at each other, too grossed out from how much of a "jack shack" it was, and decided to leave. Better luck elsewhere."
Well, what J really had in mind was to take me somewhere with glory holes. He was going to order me to give multiple hand jobs and watch and make sure I did a good job. He told me my reward would be his praise and to suck his cock a little after each hand job. My final reward would be that he would fuck me when he got home. I would be done with my orders once he came.
We both wanted this so badly. We were both so disappointed when the porn theater we went to was so disgusting. Haha! Luckily, we found an adult superstore where there actually are booths and glory holes, and we plan to check it out sometime soon...
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Swingers Club, Rope, & Sex
So my last post was kind of a downer. This one, as promised, is much better.
This encounter was more slutwife-ish. J had been emailing with someone he found on CL, and had been planning on setting up an encounter for me. We decided that we would go to our swingers' club and meet this person, and hopefully, have a hot encounter.
One of my favorite things about our swingers' club on Wednesdays is that there are always a couple of guys who are well-versed in the rope arts. One man in particular has tied me up a number of times. Luckily he was there. Getting tied up definitely puts me into a submissive state, and that is how I wanted to be. I really wanted J to order me to fuck our new friend, A.
When we got to the club, we hung out for a while, waiting for A. Once he got there, we hung out and chatted with him for a bit. He had shy and nervous energy, but I liked that his smile was so genuine and I found him pretty attractive. I was excited for how it would all unfold.
Eventually, I was able to get tied up. My rope friend tied me to the stripper pole upstairs. He called me Pirate's Booty, and that is what I felt like. I was completely tied to the pole- from my upper body down to my feet. My friend handled me roughly and pulled me hair. All of that made me feel so submissive. J and A were sitting on the couches just watching me, and I felt completely at their will. I love that feeling.
After I got untied, I sat on J's lap and told him I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to. J told me I should fuck A. So I got up and took A by the hand and we found a room. J laid me down on the bed and went down on me for a few minutes while A squeezed my tits. J came back up and whispered to me that he would pop in and watch from time to time, and to have fun.
Once J left the room, A got undressed all the way and we started going to town. I was still so submissive feeling and a little rope stoned- my completely altered mental state meant that I was much less active during our session. I laid back a lot and let A do whatever he wanted. I went down on him, he went down on me, he fingered me a bunch, and I came a lot. I soaked through those sheets. When he started fucking my pussy, it felt so, so good. For a little while in the middle of our session, J came and sat in the corner of the room. I loved moaning and yelling and knowing that J was just taking it all in, like live porn. J especially loved it when he heard me tell A that I wanted his cum. Mmm, I did so badly!!
It was so hot, and I hope that A can be a regular bull for us. ;-)
This encounter was more slutwife-ish. J had been emailing with someone he found on CL, and had been planning on setting up an encounter for me. We decided that we would go to our swingers' club and meet this person, and hopefully, have a hot encounter.
One of my favorite things about our swingers' club on Wednesdays is that there are always a couple of guys who are well-versed in the rope arts. One man in particular has tied me up a number of times. Luckily he was there. Getting tied up definitely puts me into a submissive state, and that is how I wanted to be. I really wanted J to order me to fuck our new friend, A.
When we got to the club, we hung out for a while, waiting for A. Once he got there, we hung out and chatted with him for a bit. He had shy and nervous energy, but I liked that his smile was so genuine and I found him pretty attractive. I was excited for how it would all unfold.
Eventually, I was able to get tied up. My rope friend tied me to the stripper pole upstairs. He called me Pirate's Booty, and that is what I felt like. I was completely tied to the pole- from my upper body down to my feet. My friend handled me roughly and pulled me hair. All of that made me feel so submissive. J and A were sitting on the couches just watching me, and I felt completely at their will. I love that feeling.
After I got untied, I sat on J's lap and told him I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to. J told me I should fuck A. So I got up and took A by the hand and we found a room. J laid me down on the bed and went down on me for a few minutes while A squeezed my tits. J came back up and whispered to me that he would pop in and watch from time to time, and to have fun.
Once J left the room, A got undressed all the way and we started going to town. I was still so submissive feeling and a little rope stoned- my completely altered mental state meant that I was much less active during our session. I laid back a lot and let A do whatever he wanted. I went down on him, he went down on me, he fingered me a bunch, and I came a lot. I soaked through those sheets. When he started fucking my pussy, it felt so, so good. For a little while in the middle of our session, J came and sat in the corner of the room. I loved moaning and yelling and knowing that J was just taking it all in, like live porn. J especially loved it when he heard me tell A that I wanted his cum. Mmm, I did so badly!!
It was so hot, and I hope that A can be a regular bull for us. ;-)
Monday, February 11, 2013
Rule Number 5
One of my regulars at work frequently says to me "You remember Rule #5, right? Always do something that will lead to a good story."
Well, that is how I am approaching one of my encounters from last week.
I wanted to have someone come and fuck me so bad. J and I had been hot and heavy about it all week. I posted a CL ad, and got a handful of decent responses. But no one was available the night I wanted!! Finally, I emailed my last good response, B. He said he could do it.
Here was his email:
"Hey, this sounds like some fun potential. I like that you squirt and can come a lot, very hot :) This confidence and sensuality is very attractive. And you sound really sexy. I think we could have some really hot fun. I'm very confident in my talents and sexuality. It has been the most successful aspects of my relationships.
I hope I'm what you are looking for. I'm an arts student and athlete, writer/chef/caterer/bartender, very giving virgo ;) about 6' 145, and as of this week, I have papers to prove it, completely clean on all STI tests. This is very important to me, because I love to maintain my excellent hygiene, and I also love sloppy wet sex. And more sex in the shower. I've been exploring my dominant side, and I am very proud of the instincts that come out in this experiences. I love to pull hair, bite, choke, throw you around...
I am also very respectful and intimate; someone that you would enjoy talking with before and after sex :) I'm really just seeking a great friend that can explore these sexual activities, I'll be leaving for overseas volunteer work soon anyway, so I can't start a relationship.
Hope to hear from you"
This was someone that I had emailed with before. He was supposed to participate in a gangbang I had been planning for J's birthday in November (which never happened for different reasons), and had also messaged me on OKC. I thought he was attractive enough, and seemingly very intelligent. I felt comfortable just inviting him over and going for it. And remember, I wanted to get fucked so very badly.
At 9:40pm he finally arrived to our apartment. The first thing I noticed was that his energy was a bit off from what I had been anticipating, and he also wasn't quite as cute as he had seemed from his photos. I made the snap decision, however, that I just really wanted a good fucking, and if his email was true, I would get one. We chatted for a few minutes before starting to play.
There were several points I could have stopped. The moment I opened my front door. A few minutes after starting to play. When he started kissing me and my neck and intentionally kept biting my ear lobes. I continued because of what I wanted, hoping that I would get it. Remember Rule #5. I was now operating under Rule #5.
We went into the bedroom, and I started to go down on him. We switched and he went down on me for a while. He made me cum several times, and that felt pretty awesome. We had left the bedroom door open because J was due home soon and I wanted J to walk in and hear and see me getting fucked. B attempted some D/S stuff. He spanked me once, pulled my hair a bit. That was the extent of it.
B put on a condom and started penetrating me. I could tell it wasn't working for him; he just didn't seem that into it. J got home shortly after and, all smiles, looked in and said hello. I get so absolutely turned on having J walk in on me. I love it. But J could also tell, after a little while, that B and I weren't gelling. It was then that J stopped being turned on by the situation.
B ended up masturbating over me, telling me to suck and bite his nipples. He laid on the bed and asked me to finger him while he masturbated. At one point, I needed to pee and he mumbled "Well that's just not fair," referring to the fact that I had cum a ton and he hadn't yet. It was then that I made the decision to take up the challenge of getting him off and out of our apartment. I wanted him gone. My other choice would have been to say "This isn't working or what I wanted. Please leave." But I didn't. Rule #5.
B finally came, while I fingered him and he rubbed his cock. I think his whole masturbation session took up the majority of the time he was over. Afterwards, he talked to J a little, and when he was getting ready to leave said to me, "I'm glad I was able to do this for you. I know, I just have really strong hands and a lot of experience." Both J and I almost cracked up and lost it. We both held it together until he left.
This was his text that he sent the next day:
standing, because you could squirt on my face and in my mouth."
Haha, yeah right. Proud of accomplishing what you did for me?! This guy needs a reality check. You know Dan Savage's advice- leave people better than you found them? I am considering emailing B and giving him some honest feedback. How else will he become a better lover?
Rule #5: I tried it. I wanted to get fucked. It wasn't that great. But sometimes that happens. Stay posted for my next post, which will be much, much more exciting ;-)
Well, that is how I am approaching one of my encounters from last week.
I wanted to have someone come and fuck me so bad. J and I had been hot and heavy about it all week. I posted a CL ad, and got a handful of decent responses. But no one was available the night I wanted!! Finally, I emailed my last good response, B. He said he could do it.
Here was his email:
"Hey, this sounds like some fun potential. I like that you squirt and can come a lot, very hot :) This confidence and sensuality is very attractive. And you sound really sexy. I think we could have some really hot fun. I'm very confident in my talents and sexuality. It has been the most successful aspects of my relationships.
I hope I'm what you are looking for. I'm an arts student and athlete, writer/chef/caterer/bartender, very giving virgo ;) about 6' 145, and as of this week, I have papers to prove it, completely clean on all STI tests. This is very important to me, because I love to maintain my excellent hygiene, and I also love sloppy wet sex. And more sex in the shower. I've been exploring my dominant side, and I am very proud of the instincts that come out in this experiences. I love to pull hair, bite, choke, throw you around...
I am also very respectful and intimate; someone that you would enjoy talking with before and after sex :) I'm really just seeking a great friend that can explore these sexual activities, I'll be leaving for overseas volunteer work soon anyway, so I can't start a relationship.
Hope to hear from you"
This was someone that I had emailed with before. He was supposed to participate in a gangbang I had been planning for J's birthday in November (which never happened for different reasons), and had also messaged me on OKC. I thought he was attractive enough, and seemingly very intelligent. I felt comfortable just inviting him over and going for it. And remember, I wanted to get fucked so very badly.
At 9:40pm he finally arrived to our apartment. The first thing I noticed was that his energy was a bit off from what I had been anticipating, and he also wasn't quite as cute as he had seemed from his photos. I made the snap decision, however, that I just really wanted a good fucking, and if his email was true, I would get one. We chatted for a few minutes before starting to play.
There were several points I could have stopped. The moment I opened my front door. A few minutes after starting to play. When he started kissing me and my neck and intentionally kept biting my ear lobes. I continued because of what I wanted, hoping that I would get it. Remember Rule #5. I was now operating under Rule #5.
We went into the bedroom, and I started to go down on him. We switched and he went down on me for a while. He made me cum several times, and that felt pretty awesome. We had left the bedroom door open because J was due home soon and I wanted J to walk in and hear and see me getting fucked. B attempted some D/S stuff. He spanked me once, pulled my hair a bit. That was the extent of it.
B put on a condom and started penetrating me. I could tell it wasn't working for him; he just didn't seem that into it. J got home shortly after and, all smiles, looked in and said hello. I get so absolutely turned on having J walk in on me. I love it. But J could also tell, after a little while, that B and I weren't gelling. It was then that J stopped being turned on by the situation.
B ended up masturbating over me, telling me to suck and bite his nipples. He laid on the bed and asked me to finger him while he masturbated. At one point, I needed to pee and he mumbled "Well that's just not fair," referring to the fact that I had cum a ton and he hadn't yet. It was then that I made the decision to take up the challenge of getting him off and out of our apartment. I wanted him gone. My other choice would have been to say "This isn't working or what I wanted. Please leave." But I didn't. Rule #5.
B finally came, while I fingered him and he rubbed his cock. I think his whole masturbation session took up the majority of the time he was over. Afterwards, he talked to J a little, and when he was getting ready to leave said to me, "I'm glad I was able to do this for you. I know, I just have really strong hands and a lot of experience." Both J and I almost cracked up and lost it. We both held it together until he left.
This was his text that he sent the next day:
standing, because you could squirt on my face and in my mouth."
Haha, yeah right. Proud of accomplishing what you did for me?! This guy needs a reality check. You know Dan Savage's advice- leave people better than you found them? I am considering emailing B and giving him some honest feedback. How else will he become a better lover?
Rule #5: I tried it. I wanted to get fucked. It wasn't that great. But sometimes that happens. Stay posted for my next post, which will be much, much more exciting ;-)
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