Tuesday, December 13, 2005
A Perfect Sex Party (Pt.1)
In November I attended what may be the best sex party of them all. It was held up in Marin County, California. Home of the Hot Tub, as the first President Bush liked to term it. It was pretty far afield from where I live, but the word of mouth from female friends was excellent. I felt I had to attend at least one of these parties.
The crowd at this party is exuberant, upbeat and quite into the playing. It has a somewhat new age feel to it, which tended to make me hesitant about going at first. But one of the founders assured me I would not have to sing "Kumbaya," or some other such nonsense. Nobody tried to convert me to anything, I wasn't preached to at all. I mention this to indicate that their heads were somewhat in the clouds, but the action certainly took place here on earth.
The house is in a somewhat rural area, set off a winding road, on a large rectangular property space. The Parking God, as he is called, directs me into the grassy backyard, where partygoers will be asked to park. He is a volunteer at this event. You can ask to volunteer as a way of getting into the party for free. Usually they require an hour or so of work.
The house is rustic, comfortable and cosy but with enough space for the crowd coming here on this night in November.
Single women here for the first time are allowed in for free. This was a strong selling point for me, being on a limited budget, and being from a point much further south in the area. I had gas and a rental car for this night, and I swung by along the route north to visit several old friends I had not seen for a while. Basically, I planned a trip with lots of things to make the trek worth my while.
I have high expectations for this party. I am hoping I can finally get some girlie action at this one.
The back door is used for this event, and when you first come in you're actually in the kitchen, off to the right is the dining area, where a table laden with luscious-looking food has been spread. Wine is allowed here also, an unusual thing for a sex party. But they assume you can handle it, and it is a proper assumption, given this crowd.
Down the hall on the main floor to the left is a white-carpeted living room, where the dee jays for the evening are setting up their trade. The music tonight is the best I have heard at a party, although the Black Sheets is nearly an equal. We hear electronica, world beat, techno and related kinds that are meant to sustain an upbeat mood.
The place is cool at first, not enough people are here yet to warm it up. But that changes rather quickly. It seems I have hardly had time to munch on a few goodies and chat with a few of the guys and girls when the place does fill up. I decide to change into my skimpy leather fetish outfit, collar, harness, straps. It's warm enough now.
The socializing goes on in this main area. Food stays in the kitchen and dining room areas. People dance in the living room. At the other end is a staircase, with a small bedroom on the landing to the left. It's cosy and pleasantly dim, with several futons. A play room.
Further up the stairs is the main play area, a large room with a smaller room at the far end. This is the top floor in the place. You have a double bed or two, single ones, a massage table, plush bedding where lots of people can play. A fake animal skin covers a corner of the thick carpet. That space appeals to me. I check all these rooms out early.
Not much seems to happen until right after the invocation, the circling, as they call it, which takes place around 10 or 10:30. A good way to bring all the people together. It turns out nearly half the room is made up of newcomers. We all huddle on the carpet, or back against the walls, as one of the hostesses comes out to greet us. She speaks succinctly but easily, and I like hearing her. Tears fill her eyes as she tells us about the death of her python the day before. He was just found dead. Apparently he was quite a unique creation in this household. He would slide up to you and gently lay his head on your forearm. She was a snakecharmer, and the bond had been close. At the brunch the morning after the party, when I saw the woman, I went up to offer my condolences, and to see if she needed a hug. That she declined, but she appreciated the thought. She started to get a little teary-eyed again, and so did I. My friend in Concord had to put down one of her cats the day before. It was a bad week for the animals, I said.
At the end of the circling ceremony, our hostess became her warm and humorous self again when she said, basically, "Now go out there and fuck yourselves silly."
Which we all proceeded to do, in rather short time. I hooked up first with an older guy, A, visiting from Cape Cod. He was staying with friends in San Francisco who were coming to the party. Lucky for him, he got invited along.
A is early 60s, tall, salt and pepper hair and small beard, Jewish and humorous. He seems like a nice guy. Unfortunately he makes a statement that comes back to haunt me.
"I really like to see that my partner is happy," he tells me, or words close to it. I should know enough now to know that, whenever a guy says that to you upfront, something's already amiss. I should run away quickly. Isn't the girl always the center of attention and concern? So why does he have to tell me that? The fact he feels he does alarms me. I suspect problems over this have arisen before for a guy like A.
Unfortunately his concern was the only thing that rose. A had never been to a play party before, and as so many of us find out, it can be a somewhat overwhelming experience, with a world of distractions.
A was overwhelmed. He seemed very interested in me, but his body was not cooperating, try as we could. After a bit of this, I decided I needed to move along. I got up and mumbled something about needing to get a drink of water.
As I am roaming around the place, a thirty-something guy approaches me. "Oohh, how come I didn't see YOU before?" he says. "You're gorgeous, I love those muscles. Do you want to come and join me and my girlfriend? She just loves playing with the women," he says to me.
I should have said, "I'd rather hear that from her." But I feel hopeful. The people here appear to be what they say they are. I assume he knows by now what his friend likes. Off we go to find her.
She is quite nice. About my size, shoulder length brunette hair, nice white bod. We end up 69 ing each other as he watches and helps out along the way.
Does anyone EVER get off with 69-ing? I've asked this over the years, and seems like nobody ever gets off, but they like the situation. And we all know, don't we, how cool it is to watch that go on.
But it is distracting.
One of the things I like about sex parties is that you trade off the certainty of your own partner at home with the newness and curiosity of exploring unfamiliar partners at a play venue. They are not as sure as my partner, but that's okay, if I can train then and bring them along. What I get as my part of the tradeoff is the adventuring that comes from playing with a new person.
This couple are fun, the guy turns out to be a really great smoocher. For some reason, I find the kissing really draws me tonight. But this pair unfortunately have brought their baggage to the party. ALL of their baggage, it would appear.
An undercurrent of backbiting is going on between them all the while we are playing. This proves distracting, because it is apparent they can't quite fully get into the playing because of it. She seems concerned he won't have enough stamina left for her. He reassures her he does, even for when they go back to their local motel. (Since this is a somewhat rural area about an hour or so north of San Francisco, a lot of partygoers stay in motels around the area).
Eventually the vibe just seems too unpleasant for me to want to continue with them. Time for another drink of water. Off I go, feeling a little annoyed but also happy to finally play with another woman.
On the upstairs landing, I see another guy, youngish fellow, seemingly by himself although he is back in his street clothes.
"Are you looking for trouble?" I ask him humorously. Maybe it scares him, because he courteously declines ("No, I'm okay," he says). It occurs to me later he's probably going home now. I don't know who his partner is.
Most of the people here have come as couples, or so it would appear. They play as couples and many of them either trade partners or invite others into the gathering.
The people at this party are the most attractive ones I have seen at any of the parties. It's their looks and their attitudes that resonant with me. They seem almost joyous as they go about their playing. With much good humor and warmth.
Sometimes, at other parties, the crowd strikes me initially as so forlorn that I am often ready to just split right then.
This crowd never made me feel that way. In fact, I end up staying the night at the house, as we are invited to do. It was that comfortable a vibe to be around.
TO BE CONTINUED
The crowd at this party is exuberant, upbeat and quite into the playing. It has a somewhat new age feel to it, which tended to make me hesitant about going at first. But one of the founders assured me I would not have to sing "Kumbaya," or some other such nonsense. Nobody tried to convert me to anything, I wasn't preached to at all. I mention this to indicate that their heads were somewhat in the clouds, but the action certainly took place here on earth.
The house is in a somewhat rural area, set off a winding road, on a large rectangular property space. The Parking God, as he is called, directs me into the grassy backyard, where partygoers will be asked to park. He is a volunteer at this event. You can ask to volunteer as a way of getting into the party for free. Usually they require an hour or so of work.
The house is rustic, comfortable and cosy but with enough space for the crowd coming here on this night in November.
Single women here for the first time are allowed in for free. This was a strong selling point for me, being on a limited budget, and being from a point much further south in the area. I had gas and a rental car for this night, and I swung by along the route north to visit several old friends I had not seen for a while. Basically, I planned a trip with lots of things to make the trek worth my while.
I have high expectations for this party. I am hoping I can finally get some girlie action at this one.
The back door is used for this event, and when you first come in you're actually in the kitchen, off to the right is the dining area, where a table laden with luscious-looking food has been spread. Wine is allowed here also, an unusual thing for a sex party. But they assume you can handle it, and it is a proper assumption, given this crowd.
Down the hall on the main floor to the left is a white-carpeted living room, where the dee jays for the evening are setting up their trade. The music tonight is the best I have heard at a party, although the Black Sheets is nearly an equal. We hear electronica, world beat, techno and related kinds that are meant to sustain an upbeat mood.
The place is cool at first, not enough people are here yet to warm it up. But that changes rather quickly. It seems I have hardly had time to munch on a few goodies and chat with a few of the guys and girls when the place does fill up. I decide to change into my skimpy leather fetish outfit, collar, harness, straps. It's warm enough now.
The socializing goes on in this main area. Food stays in the kitchen and dining room areas. People dance in the living room. At the other end is a staircase, with a small bedroom on the landing to the left. It's cosy and pleasantly dim, with several futons. A play room.
Further up the stairs is the main play area, a large room with a smaller room at the far end. This is the top floor in the place. You have a double bed or two, single ones, a massage table, plush bedding where lots of people can play. A fake animal skin covers a corner of the thick carpet. That space appeals to me. I check all these rooms out early.
Not much seems to happen until right after the invocation, the circling, as they call it, which takes place around 10 or 10:30. A good way to bring all the people together. It turns out nearly half the room is made up of newcomers. We all huddle on the carpet, or back against the walls, as one of the hostesses comes out to greet us. She speaks succinctly but easily, and I like hearing her. Tears fill her eyes as she tells us about the death of her python the day before. He was just found dead. Apparently he was quite a unique creation in this household. He would slide up to you and gently lay his head on your forearm. She was a snakecharmer, and the bond had been close. At the brunch the morning after the party, when I saw the woman, I went up to offer my condolences, and to see if she needed a hug. That she declined, but she appreciated the thought. She started to get a little teary-eyed again, and so did I. My friend in Concord had to put down one of her cats the day before. It was a bad week for the animals, I said.
At the end of the circling ceremony, our hostess became her warm and humorous self again when she said, basically, "Now go out there and fuck yourselves silly."
Which we all proceeded to do, in rather short time. I hooked up first with an older guy, A, visiting from Cape Cod. He was staying with friends in San Francisco who were coming to the party. Lucky for him, he got invited along.
A is early 60s, tall, salt and pepper hair and small beard, Jewish and humorous. He seems like a nice guy. Unfortunately he makes a statement that comes back to haunt me.
"I really like to see that my partner is happy," he tells me, or words close to it. I should know enough now to know that, whenever a guy says that to you upfront, something's already amiss. I should run away quickly. Isn't the girl always the center of attention and concern? So why does he have to tell me that? The fact he feels he does alarms me. I suspect problems over this have arisen before for a guy like A.
Unfortunately his concern was the only thing that rose. A had never been to a play party before, and as so many of us find out, it can be a somewhat overwhelming experience, with a world of distractions.
A was overwhelmed. He seemed very interested in me, but his body was not cooperating, try as we could. After a bit of this, I decided I needed to move along. I got up and mumbled something about needing to get a drink of water.
As I am roaming around the place, a thirty-something guy approaches me. "Oohh, how come I didn't see YOU before?" he says. "You're gorgeous, I love those muscles. Do you want to come and join me and my girlfriend? She just loves playing with the women," he says to me.
I should have said, "I'd rather hear that from her." But I feel hopeful. The people here appear to be what they say they are. I assume he knows by now what his friend likes. Off we go to find her.
She is quite nice. About my size, shoulder length brunette hair, nice white bod. We end up 69 ing each other as he watches and helps out along the way.
Does anyone EVER get off with 69-ing? I've asked this over the years, and seems like nobody ever gets off, but they like the situation. And we all know, don't we, how cool it is to watch that go on.
But it is distracting.
One of the things I like about sex parties is that you trade off the certainty of your own partner at home with the newness and curiosity of exploring unfamiliar partners at a play venue. They are not as sure as my partner, but that's okay, if I can train then and bring them along. What I get as my part of the tradeoff is the adventuring that comes from playing with a new person.
This couple are fun, the guy turns out to be a really great smoocher. For some reason, I find the kissing really draws me tonight. But this pair unfortunately have brought their baggage to the party. ALL of their baggage, it would appear.
An undercurrent of backbiting is going on between them all the while we are playing. This proves distracting, because it is apparent they can't quite fully get into the playing because of it. She seems concerned he won't have enough stamina left for her. He reassures her he does, even for when they go back to their local motel. (Since this is a somewhat rural area about an hour or so north of San Francisco, a lot of partygoers stay in motels around the area).
Eventually the vibe just seems too unpleasant for me to want to continue with them. Time for another drink of water. Off I go, feeling a little annoyed but also happy to finally play with another woman.
On the upstairs landing, I see another guy, youngish fellow, seemingly by himself although he is back in his street clothes.
"Are you looking for trouble?" I ask him humorously. Maybe it scares him, because he courteously declines ("No, I'm okay," he says). It occurs to me later he's probably going home now. I don't know who his partner is.
Most of the people here have come as couples, or so it would appear. They play as couples and many of them either trade partners or invite others into the gathering.
The people at this party are the most attractive ones I have seen at any of the parties. It's their looks and their attitudes that resonant with me. They seem almost joyous as they go about their playing. With much good humor and warmth.
Sometimes, at other parties, the crowd strikes me initially as so forlorn that I am often ready to just split right then.
This crowd never made me feel that way. In fact, I end up staying the night at the house, as we are invited to do. It was that comfortable a vibe to be around.
TO BE CONTINUED
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