Jun 272008

I’m standing in the doorway of a small room off the main space that is typically used for messy play. Inside the room a young man is demonstrating just how strong the vibration is from a Sybian sex machine. He asks for a volunteer and a darkly handsome gent steps forward and is told to kneel in front of the toy and place his arms along each side of the “attachment”. He then invites his audience to place their hands on his test subject to feel the vibration transferred through his body. Two women, the only other girls in the rapidly growing crowd, step forward and tentatively touch his shoulders.

I’m much more entertained by the view of the test subjects face hovering over the small rotating dildo on the attachment pad. Suddenly I’m very aware of the sheer number of men, some naked, that have gathered around and behind me. I can feel their all to obvious desire, that I step forward, and mount that tiny penis and ride it into orgasmic bliss. It didn’t need to be verbalized. But of course, someone had to. The guy right behind me, using his best creepy voice, starts in on a mostly one sided conversation that really should be running at 2.99 a minute, all about how much he bets I’d like riding on that cock, that I’d have a hard time not coming over and over on something like that.

A few words in I tried to honor his attempt at conversation, no need to be rude. But when he rushed on over the top of my reply that such apparatus really weren’t my thing, I realized there was no point. I also realized that I was ready to go.

This was the only bad, creepy or otherwise unpleasant thing that happened to me at last Sunday’s Masturbation night(see post a couple back) and I felt it best to get it out of the way. Especially since I had such a nice time that I’m very much looking forward to attending the next one.

As I stated in my previous post on the topic, I’m not an exhibitionist myself, even though I have had a number of experiences that might appear to disprove that statement. But really I’m just impatient and sometimes that results in me having sex in public simply because I want to have sex right away. But my reasons for attending the event, charmingly named “And I Touch Myself” had nothing to do with me putting on a show for an all too willing audience.

I was there to represent, show-up and show my support for an event that I believe in. I also wanted to finally get my ass back to the Center as it had been a few years since I’d attended an event on-site. But mostly, I wanted to have a kinky good time and fully get my voyeuristic ya-yas off. It was a very successful night on all counts.

I managed to make it to the last half of the conversation salon that starts out the night. I had thought this might just be more of an ice-breaker but it was actually more along the lines of the salons I’ve been attending off-site for the last year. As it turns out an ice-breaker wasn’t all that necessary as the event itself was very conducive to open conversation. I spent most of the night talking with my companion. I’d planted us on a lovely leopard print chaise as soon as the round table discussion broke up and there we pretty much stayed until we were ready to call it a night.

This location couldn’t have been more perfect as we ended up fairly surrounded by kinky sex goodness. On one side a m/f couple did a lovely scene involving much rope, a blindfold, a bit of duct tape and a good deal of manual stimulation to girlie bits.

On the other side, an A frame rack was dragged over, and after a lot of prep, a very sassy female sub was dragged over as well. I might not tolerate the type of whining and back talk the naughty miss was giving her Daddy but it is always much fun to see in others play dynamic. Sure enough, once she was all secured, out came the Hitachi, and the whining and sass shifted to begging, moans and laughter. As sexy as it was I couldn’t watch the scene without smiling, and it wasn’t even my usual predatory grin that appears when I play.

Other highlights: one man’s roar of orgasmic bliss receiving applause; a very cute young man who hadn’t even undressed, just pulled out the important bits, bringing himself to that happy place while I casually looked on; neck nibbling; and reconnecting with a sweet sexy girl I’d allowed myself to loose touch with.

But one of my favorite things from the night (that is ultimately what will motivate me to attend this event as well as others) was seeing all the tender snugly after-care between the couples we’d watched. I get a high level of kink and sex in my life. My need for a place like the Center is not as high as it is for others who don’t have quite as unique a situation as my own. But what I do miss, is seeing the beautiful intimacy that is the in-between and on top icing of a truly perfect BDSM cake.

A night full of porn, sex machines, cunt slapping and suspension bondage…

and love and trust, is still the sexist thing of all.

And if any of you are even thinking about teasing me over this fluffy bunny moment know that I think non-consensually beating the crap out of you is damn sexy too.

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