Monday, November 28, 2005
At The Black Sheets (Pt.1)
Our first difficulty is easily negotiated on this night: we actually find a parking place not far from the house. Makes you feel like you've found gold coins lying in the street.
When we arrive at the house where the party is being held, we see a few people already lining up outside. An odd-looking group. Different types totally than you would see in Los Angeles, for instance. These are people who don't really care that much about appearances. After all, the first thing they make you do inside is...well, strip, basically. So what you wear to the party is neither here nor there. We see big people, small people, older types, younger ones.
Some of them appear experienced about these things: one couple actually whip out toothbrushes and give a quick pass through as they wait in line.
Tell me you would ever see ANYONE in L.A. doing this!
It's only a little past 8 p.m. but the crowd is forming. They let us inside in groups of about ten. The "check-in" area is upstairs, in the mid section of the house. Here we pay our $20 per person (since we went last December, it is now $25). They give you a brown paper bag to stash your clothes in. Space is at a premium in the check-in area. If you're not careful, or if you're really lucky, depending, you can be bending over to remove your shoes and find the ass of the guy or girl alongside you practically in your face.
God, I hope that's not the only foreplay we get here tonight.
I like the fact they separate folks from their clothes right away. It really speeds the erotic atmosphere on its merry way. At the Barry and Shells parties in Oakland, everyone comes dressed rather well. This makes the mood quite different. It becomes more of a social party than a sex party, and I am not in favor of keeping the clothes on people.
At the Black Sheets, they give you a choice: either go naked, or sport some "erotic attire." I would love to have someone take pix of D and I, but photography is strictly a no-no at these events.
The house is several stories, one of those tall but narrow San Francisco houses. We notice down the hall from the check-in area is a kitchen with a modest buffet spread out. It disappears rather quickly.
We move upstairs to the top floor, which is the main socializing area. We saw one couple having quiet sex in a corner, but generally there is not much of that here. People hook up here, then head off to more appropriate play areas later on.
Glass doors lead out onto a deck with a hottub, filled already with a number of men and women. Big big men and women, for some reason. I am not at all sure I want to get into a tub with them. The asian tsunami is too recent in my mind, my sarcastic nature might get the better of me and I'll start mumbling jokes/comments about water displacement and what not. I might drown.
What is with the big women at these parties? After attending several, I have come to the conclusion that I will probably rarely find any slim women I can play with. Where do the slim girls get to, I wonder? Not that I harbor hateful thoughts to the big people of the world. If they want to look that way it's ok by me, but in terms of these parties I would like to see a few more body types other than just huge. I've gotten flamed for such thoughts before by women, who think it's great that big girls can get out of the house too and find love. And they do seem to find action at these parties.
A tall, good-looking older man approaches us and introduces himself. He reminds me of Barry Bostwick, the actor. Nice bod, one of the few in-shape people here tonight, unfortunately. He seems quite happy to find us here, although he is not really our type. Too straight seeming. Right away he starts commenting how we look fit too, and describing other parties where all the people look like us.
"This is more of a local community type of thing," he adds. He sounds pretty plugged into the party scene. Actually, as we start going to more parties, we find we run across people again. That happens. There really is a party circuit.
TO BE CONTINUED
