Tuesday, June 07, 2005
LET'S GO TO THE SEX PARTY (Part 3)
At this particular party my partner and I are attending, the actual sex starts via the technique of group massage. This is how the party was advertised. We thought this was an excellent way to relax people and break the ice a little more. It's also a good excuse for people to undress nearly immediately.
There is one table for massaging, some of us use the mattresses too for massages. After about half an hour of this, we collectively settle in the living room, and then things start going.
How does a sex party start? Whether they are big parties, with 80 or more people, or smaller gatherings like this one, somebody still needs to kick the ball into play. My partner decides he's had enough hesitation, he pulls my legs up on the sofa and starts to go down on me.
We have talked about this ahead of time, the question of where and when we both wanted to get off. This may be one of the more important questions you need to ask yourself at a sex party, beause it can really help you plan your evening, as it were. What the hell is she talking about, you may be wondering. Don't you just go out there and try and have as many orgasms as you can?
Well, theoretically I suppose you could, but it doesn't always work that way. Just like in tennis, for instance, you don't walk out on the court intending just to bang the ball endlessly until somebody misses. You walk out with your brain functioning, and something called a game plan.
I find I'd rather work up to one big orgasm and that's it, the multiple ticket does not appeal to me really. I wipe myself out with a Big O and it takes a while for me to recuperate. My ass feels whipped. I suppose I could overcome that, but then I'd feel like I was competing in some athletic event and trying to score for the sake of racking up more points. So, given this, my partner and I decide I am going to get off early, then I can kick back and relax and enjoy all the physical sensations without HAVING to feel I need to come again.
I have found this is a wonderfully liberating experience. Of course, if I do come again that's great too, but I don't organize a Big Push to go there.
Don't let anyone tell you, if you are a woman, that multiple orgasms are a prerequisite to enjoying life. There is a certain tyranny to having an orgasm, I think sometimes. We are so pitched to achieve that, indeed, we are so pitched to be sexual altogether. If you can't get hot for sex in under ten seconds, something must be the matter. Maybe you should try a patch. We are constantly revving ourselves up in this testosterone-driven landscape of ours. Sometimes it gets kind of boring.
I feel like Ferdinand the Bull that way, if you remember the child's picture book about the bull who refuses to trample and gore the matadors in the ring. He simply wants to sit there and smell the daisies. That is a good way to be at times at a sex party. you can experience other sensations besides orgasms. You can listen to some really great music. I have heard a lovely solo soprano aria, I have heard Arabic trance. Perfect. And you have the ability to leisurely watch all the other action going on around you. A woman on her way to an orgasm is not going to appreciate any of that. She would scarcely notice if the room were on fire. Talk about a one track mind.
If I were that way all the time at a party, you would not be reading these descriptions, because I would not be capable of describing them. Or anything else for that matter. Aren't you glad?
When the dust settles, life becomes more manageable. Have you ever seen female cats after mating? They like to roll around luxuriously and stretch their bodies to the hilt. The Afterglow, if you will. Like when you give them catnip and they just starting going a bit silly. Well, I find I am very much like that, I feel totally relaxed, and ready to get pummeled in a lovely variety of ways. You could probably drive a Hummer up my twat in this happy state of mind.
Well I don't exactly get a Hummer up my twat, but pretty close. Having finished our encounter, D and I segue to the mattress on the living room floor, which is now being shared by the Big Woman and two boys.They seem to be having a rather quiet tete a tete with each other, intimate chatting but no play yet. Somehow I end up, half on, half off the mattress and on my stomach. Sounds damn uncomfortable, perhaps, but given my excellent outlook on life at this moment, it feels like bliss to me.
TO BE CONTINUED
There is one table for massaging, some of us use the mattresses too for massages. After about half an hour of this, we collectively settle in the living room, and then things start going.
How does a sex party start? Whether they are big parties, with 80 or more people, or smaller gatherings like this one, somebody still needs to kick the ball into play. My partner decides he's had enough hesitation, he pulls my legs up on the sofa and starts to go down on me.
We have talked about this ahead of time, the question of where and when we both wanted to get off. This may be one of the more important questions you need to ask yourself at a sex party, beause it can really help you plan your evening, as it were. What the hell is she talking about, you may be wondering. Don't you just go out there and try and have as many orgasms as you can?
Well, theoretically I suppose you could, but it doesn't always work that way. Just like in tennis, for instance, you don't walk out on the court intending just to bang the ball endlessly until somebody misses. You walk out with your brain functioning, and something called a game plan.
I find I'd rather work up to one big orgasm and that's it, the multiple ticket does not appeal to me really. I wipe myself out with a Big O and it takes a while for me to recuperate. My ass feels whipped. I suppose I could overcome that, but then I'd feel like I was competing in some athletic event and trying to score for the sake of racking up more points. So, given this, my partner and I decide I am going to get off early, then I can kick back and relax and enjoy all the physical sensations without HAVING to feel I need to come again.
I have found this is a wonderfully liberating experience. Of course, if I do come again that's great too, but I don't organize a Big Push to go there.
Don't let anyone tell you, if you are a woman, that multiple orgasms are a prerequisite to enjoying life. There is a certain tyranny to having an orgasm, I think sometimes. We are so pitched to achieve that, indeed, we are so pitched to be sexual altogether. If you can't get hot for sex in under ten seconds, something must be the matter. Maybe you should try a patch. We are constantly revving ourselves up in this testosterone-driven landscape of ours. Sometimes it gets kind of boring.
I feel like Ferdinand the Bull that way, if you remember the child's picture book about the bull who refuses to trample and gore the matadors in the ring. He simply wants to sit there and smell the daisies. That is a good way to be at times at a sex party. you can experience other sensations besides orgasms. You can listen to some really great music. I have heard a lovely solo soprano aria, I have heard Arabic trance. Perfect. And you have the ability to leisurely watch all the other action going on around you. A woman on her way to an orgasm is not going to appreciate any of that. She would scarcely notice if the room were on fire. Talk about a one track mind.
If I were that way all the time at a party, you would not be reading these descriptions, because I would not be capable of describing them. Or anything else for that matter. Aren't you glad?
When the dust settles, life becomes more manageable. Have you ever seen female cats after mating? They like to roll around luxuriously and stretch their bodies to the hilt. The Afterglow, if you will. Like when you give them catnip and they just starting going a bit silly. Well, I find I am very much like that, I feel totally relaxed, and ready to get pummeled in a lovely variety of ways. You could probably drive a Hummer up my twat in this happy state of mind.
Well I don't exactly get a Hummer up my twat, but pretty close. Having finished our encounter, D and I segue to the mattress on the living room floor, which is now being shared by the Big Woman and two boys.They seem to be having a rather quiet tete a tete with each other, intimate chatting but no play yet. Somehow I end up, half on, half off the mattress and on my stomach. Sounds damn uncomfortable, perhaps, but given my excellent outlook on life at this moment, it feels like bliss to me.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Well, with all that talk lately about balls and whatnot, tennis was bound to rear its ugly head, ha ha. I tend to favor game plans, both on and off the court. Glad you like the piece, stay tuned!
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