Thursday, July 14, 2005
GOD, NO, ANOTHER SEX PARTY? (Part 3)
The house overall was small, everything felt cramped. Especially the dance floor, which was about five by five. Feet that is. Although you wonder if they mean inches. Obviously they weren't planning on this crowd cutting too many rugs tonight. How could you, dancing as it were on a postage stamp?
I am always up for dancing, even to crappy music. I danced for a while with this live-wire of a young woman who was the liveliest thing in the place. A real cutie. I couldn't quite figure out who she came with, she seemed friendly with everyone. I started harboring evil thoughts about her early on, but then the tide of events turned me one way, and her another. She was too jazzed up anyway, I never witnessed her being prone or anything close to it throughout the evening.
A few of the women were really attractive. But woman on woman play did not seem to occur here, contrary to what my male friend had reported. Except with a pair of couples on the bed in the mirror room, and it was such a pile of limbs in the soft lighting that I could not tell which parts belonged to whom. I think the girls may have been playing together, albeit briefly.
They have monitors who can take the new people on a tour of the place, showing them where everything is and whatnot. They walk the women to their cars when it's time to go home too. A nice touch.
Parking is a bit of a bother in this Oakland neighborhood. They ask that you not deprive the neighbors of their spaces, so you are invited to park down the block a ways. They actually post people on the street to observe that guests are doing this. It's always nice to have good relations with your neighbors, especially when you want to throw sex parties every Saturday night.
Interestingly, they don't require you to take it all off when you check in. Some parties do, and frankly I prefer those. There's enough anxiety about going to a sex party without having to worry about what in blazes you're going to wear. Please God, strip me of my clothes (and my pretensions) as I walk in the door. You should either change into erotic attire, or you're butt naked.
This party suggests you bring a lock for the locker you are assigned. People tend to fold a towel around themselves when they come out of the hottub and start to roam around. Full frontal nudity is not the norm here. People stay clad until they are ready to play, then clothes get put in the lockers.
TO BE CONTINUED
I am always up for dancing, even to crappy music. I danced for a while with this live-wire of a young woman who was the liveliest thing in the place. A real cutie. I couldn't quite figure out who she came with, she seemed friendly with everyone. I started harboring evil thoughts about her early on, but then the tide of events turned me one way, and her another. She was too jazzed up anyway, I never witnessed her being prone or anything close to it throughout the evening.
A few of the women were really attractive. But woman on woman play did not seem to occur here, contrary to what my male friend had reported. Except with a pair of couples on the bed in the mirror room, and it was such a pile of limbs in the soft lighting that I could not tell which parts belonged to whom. I think the girls may have been playing together, albeit briefly.
They have monitors who can take the new people on a tour of the place, showing them where everything is and whatnot. They walk the women to their cars when it's time to go home too. A nice touch.
Parking is a bit of a bother in this Oakland neighborhood. They ask that you not deprive the neighbors of their spaces, so you are invited to park down the block a ways. They actually post people on the street to observe that guests are doing this. It's always nice to have good relations with your neighbors, especially when you want to throw sex parties every Saturday night.
Interestingly, they don't require you to take it all off when you check in. Some parties do, and frankly I prefer those. There's enough anxiety about going to a sex party without having to worry about what in blazes you're going to wear. Please God, strip me of my clothes (and my pretensions) as I walk in the door. You should either change into erotic attire, or you're butt naked.
This party suggests you bring a lock for the locker you are assigned. People tend to fold a towel around themselves when they come out of the hottub and start to roam around. Full frontal nudity is not the norm here. People stay clad until they are ready to play, then clothes get put in the lockers.
TO BE CONTINUED
