Enjoying Myself at "Myself!", the kinky play party

Sweetnesses- If you date or love me or just don’t wanna read about sexy times with others, skip this one.  Muah!

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I attended Myself! for the first time tonight with Boss, on our first ever play date.  I got nervous beforehand and did this thing I often do before a big date.  I didn’t want to go.  It’s not that I actually don’t want to go.  It’s that I get nervous.  It occurs especially when it’s a first time”sexy type” date.  I get all excited and look forward the date, and then all of a sudden it’s here and I feel like there is pressure and I don’t want to go because “What did I do? Setting an expectation for sex!?”.  I’m a weirdo.  I went and was happy to go, but on the way there I was nervous.  I’ve talked to Boss quite a bit though and I knew I actually wanted to go and that whatever happened it’d be a good time.  He seems like a genuinely good person and I’m quite sure it would have been no problem at all if I’d said I didn’t feel like having sex.  Feeling like I could say no at any time conversely made me want to have sex again.  Like I said, I’m a weirdo.

The Myself party is a masturbation-friendly party that has morphed into this really cool party with lots of things and a huge attendance. It may be one of my favorites.  It’s open to members and non-members and it’s relatively cheap, and the atmosphere is pretty hot.  There are rules in place to make people feel safe and it’s more open than most of the parties I’ve been to at the kink club.  Pretty much anything the club allows is allowed and a few things are allowed that seem unique to this party.  First, there are lots of men and lots of men masturbating.  This is not allowed at most parties.  I loved that!  It’s funny how comfortable it made me feel to have men undressed and touching themselves, watching people play.  They were just somehow… more vulnerable or not at all predatory in this way.  They were just appreciators and that was less intimidating.  I really liked it.  It made me very comfortable to be naked and to play around them with them in various stages of undress and/or masturbating.  It appealed to my exhibitionist and voyeur streaks.

Sometimes the men were invited to take part of the festivities or scenes but party-goers didn’t have to have any interaction at all if they didn’t want it.  People playing could wear arm bands that indicated if they wanted to be approached or asked and it seemed people didn’t ask much without the arm band.  There were all kinds of people.. kinky and vanilla, straight and gay and queer young and old and just.. everything.  This too was very comfortable.  There were all kinds of bodies and orientations and such.

ImageIt was pretty damn hot.   There were places in back to play and be watched or interacted with as people chose and places in the midst of the crowd on the main floor to put on a show.  There were chairs to watch different areas and room to mill about and see what struck your fancy.  There was gay and straight porn and plenty of supplies to be safe and contain messes if you made any.

Boss and I said greetings to various people and then sat off to the side for a bit.  We wandered the back room and the main floor and took in the sights and settled into conversation in our corner.  At one point I laughed that we were talking about such everyday stuff while a couple writhed naked 5 feet from us and there were people watching and fucking and masturbating and spanking all around us.  We went in back again after a bit and watched a lovely girl in bliss with a few men just touching her and Boss and I went around to the other side.  He asked if I’d like to get up into the swing.  Clothed, I did.

We made out and got nice and heated.  We played a little with a few things he’d brought and I really enjoyed the chemistry I keep noticing with him.  The only real awkwardness for me was the kissing.  I don’t know his kisses yet and wasn’t as smooth moving with him in this way.  Quickly though that was overcome.  He was playful and fun and seriously hot in turns.  I liked the entire interaction leading up to and including the yummy sex.

By the time I took off my shirt in the swing with a tiny group of men watching I was so eager to fuck Boss that I didn’t care how I looked and I was very comfortable in the gaze of those around us and my new lover.  I’m still me, so I was aware that my position was likely not the most flattering, and I could not have cared less.  I was sensation.

The men watching and reacting and responding with me, and the things they said made me feel beautiful and powerful. I loved the sounds they made while I sucked Boss’s cock, with him taking a turn in the swing.  Again, I don’t know his rhythms yet or his tells, and I was trying to excite him but not make him cum.  I wanted to fuck him.  So I think it wasn’t my best head.  I’m generally very good at head.  It’s kinda my thing.  I once had a man who hated me tell me that other than sucking cock like a demon I was a worthless human being.  I joked with him later that I’d do better and he was sweetly reassuring that it had been fine.  I scoffed.  I’m a lot of things, but just “fine” at giving head isn’t generally one of them.  He’s a challenge, but I love a challenge.  I will do better.  I know I can do better.

I was in turns turned-over to him and in other turns aggressively responding, taking what I wanted.  I growled I think when when he moved harder and when I came, flooding.  It was my first ever time in a sex swing and I am a fan.  He was having a little difficulty letting go, with the crowd and the heat I think, but I have to admit I wasn’t complaining.  I definitely reaped the benefits.  One of the men watching announced he was close while Boss and I fucked and I asked the man to cum for me.  I think he loved that.  I had been afraid to look too much at those watching.  It was my first time with Boss and I wanted to give him his due attention, but also it’s that I didn’t know where the line was.

After a bit, Boss and I moved out of the swing and over to a stack of futons, where he lay back and let me play.  It turns me on to have such free reign, so I hope he gives it up again sometime.  I asked if I could ride him and he happily agreed.  I got to watch some of the others more this time, seeing their response, and hearing those I could not see behind me.  It’s an incredible feeling to experience the sensations I did and to feel the excitement of those watching.  It spurred me on.  I love to be watched when I’m that turned on and it was hotter to so clearly see the effect.  After a bit Boss took over and we finished, too hot to cuddle for a bit, but good for petting.

We relaxed and calmed, watching a women on the next bed taking all comers.  Her responses and the excitement of the men were hot.  I did not stir though.  I had been fucked into satiety.  After a bit of watching it wasn’t hard to talk me into dessert nearby.  We got dressed and watched things for a while and left to two of the men who’d watched us for a while giving the thumbs up, an approval from afar.

We went to a Tolouse Petit and didn’t get dessert, enjoying the immense happy hour instead.  I have to admit the cheese plate was a stand out.  There was a lovely assortment of cheeses and this fruit compote kind of thing that tasted like mulled wine, served with crostini and nuts.  We talked music and had little pettings and I felt a little aglow.  This here is where my policy of sleeping with only those I like comes in very handy.  It was nice to chill in afterglow with a very cool person I like spending time with, even when he’s not naked.

I don’t know when I’m seeing him again, but I know I’d like to.

Grin.

He said near the end of everything that this was a couple of years in the making, and it was.  Funny.  He was in the first few people I messaged with back when I first joined OKC.  I liked him then and life had intruded.  Turns out all the advice about being cool when things don’t happen is pretty accurate.  I don’t remember his response, but I remember thinking.. wow.. that’s a classy way to respond.  Then, when I met him again at the club just a while ago  and thought he was cute and fun to talk to, there was no weirdness.

God it’s fun to have had an exciting new little adventure with an excitingly new lover.

Yawn.  So tired. So worth it.

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