Monday, February 20, 2006
A Bower of Sapphic Delights (Pt.1)
My friend A threw an all-girl sex party the other night, and I want to tell you a little about it. A is a big big woman with a vibrant personality, and she has managed to pull together a bisexual women's social group here in San Francisco.
The party took place just south of Market, on a narrow and rather scary-looking street. Homeless guys, layabout types and clubgoers all seem to exist in this area, more or less happily. I take a drive around the block, wondering where I can chance parking. There's a place right in front of the building, but I don't like the street, so I park on the well lit one at the end of the block, and walk carefully to the house.
Once you're inside the place, it's like a completely different world. High-techy place, with tall ceilings and a pleasant atmosphere. Downstairs is for socializing and snacking. Here there is also a small bedroom for coats and porn watching, and a living room at the far end with a sofa and futon. People can dance here and make out, but the more serious action takes place upstairs.
Since this is a bisexual group, there is a certain flavor to the women. Many of us are attached to male persons, but we know pretty much that we love the other half too. Does this give women a certain "look?" Or style? I believe it does.
These are femme women, for the most part. Girls you can tell who love to put on their lacy lingerie and high heels and parade around. And because the group founder is a big girl, that sets a certain tone also. Many of the girls are big, but enjoyably so. Such is not often the case at these parties, as you have heard me complain about before.
How do you get big girls who are actually enjoyable? It's the style with which they carry it off. It says to the audience, "I am big but I am beautiful and I like it, now get outta da way." They have balls, chutzpah, the personality, or whatever you want to term it. Somehow it allows them to carry it off.
I can't help noticing though that some of these women have boobs as big as my little butt. Some of them were really more like bowling balls they were so huge. So, at the risk of sounding churlish, what on earth does one DO with boobs this big? If you're a woman, that is. I know guys like to rub their dicks in amongst the mountains, what else is new. But what do women do with big boobs when they're worn by other women?
Drop me a line someone and enlighten me. Once I had the bright idea that a really creative babe could insert her breast at least partially into another woman's vagina. This would depend on the breast, I suppose, and how small/big or firm/loose it was. But I have yet to test my theory.
There was another, smaller group of women. These were the butches, the ones with the short hair, the dumpy outfits. In general a totally different vibe. I am curious as to how they arrived here tonight. My hunch is that A happened to be selling tickets for this party at a particular lesbian bar in San Francisco noted for its butch clientele, and some of them picked up on the news.
A girlie sex party is news, so this undoubtedly got the girls' interest. A lot of them would probably never want to date bi women in any serious way. But hell, a sex party? That's different, it's a one-time thing, not a U-Haul franchise, so they would feel OK in joining in.
But the problem at the party was, the butch girls were not exactly beating a door to the femmes. I don't know why, but they weren't. The two groups stayed by themselves. It was probably a play on what happens at hetero parties, where the guys sometimes fade into the woodwork in the presence of dolled up babes who babble on together in their own little world of fashion and shopping and whatever else they happen to be into.
There were other types of women present too. The ones my partner Dave refers to as "quirky girls," with the odd looks, usually arresting, usually older, more often slimmer than not. It's all my fault, I know, he says I have ruined him for younger women. Or even those his own age. So sue me.
There were a few black girls present, and they held their own well. So overall this party had good diversity. My friend A was aiming for around 50 women, and she got them, although some of them did not show up. The tickets were something of a hassle for the women to purchase, as A wanted to sell the tickets herself so she could meet each person. You have to do that if you're throwing a party - in someone else's nice house - and you want to keep control of things. Screening is a necessity.
The entry fee was also complicated by a rather detailed listing of party do's and dont's which were handed out to participants when they rsvp'd themselves. A really wanted to make sure that the rules were clear and able to be followed.
Again, it's not that this is anything unusual or new for a sex party. There are always rules. It's just that these seemed more rigorous than usual. I had offered to volunteer to work the party, so A assigned me the task of Safety Monitor.
The S.M. gets to roam about the Bower of Bliss, shining her flashlight into the eyes of lust-induced females and onto their private parts, to ascertain all the children are playing nicely - and safely - together.
Well, except I wasn't given a flashlight. It wasn't needed anyways. The girls, unfortunately, were entirely too well behaved.
TO BE CONTINUED
The party took place just south of Market, on a narrow and rather scary-looking street. Homeless guys, layabout types and clubgoers all seem to exist in this area, more or less happily. I take a drive around the block, wondering where I can chance parking. There's a place right in front of the building, but I don't like the street, so I park on the well lit one at the end of the block, and walk carefully to the house.
Once you're inside the place, it's like a completely different world. High-techy place, with tall ceilings and a pleasant atmosphere. Downstairs is for socializing and snacking. Here there is also a small bedroom for coats and porn watching, and a living room at the far end with a sofa and futon. People can dance here and make out, but the more serious action takes place upstairs.
Since this is a bisexual group, there is a certain flavor to the women. Many of us are attached to male persons, but we know pretty much that we love the other half too. Does this give women a certain "look?" Or style? I believe it does.
These are femme women, for the most part. Girls you can tell who love to put on their lacy lingerie and high heels and parade around. And because the group founder is a big girl, that sets a certain tone also. Many of the girls are big, but enjoyably so. Such is not often the case at these parties, as you have heard me complain about before.
How do you get big girls who are actually enjoyable? It's the style with which they carry it off. It says to the audience, "I am big but I am beautiful and I like it, now get outta da way." They have balls, chutzpah, the personality, or whatever you want to term it. Somehow it allows them to carry it off.
I can't help noticing though that some of these women have boobs as big as my little butt. Some of them were really more like bowling balls they were so huge. So, at the risk of sounding churlish, what on earth does one DO with boobs this big? If you're a woman, that is. I know guys like to rub their dicks in amongst the mountains, what else is new. But what do women do with big boobs when they're worn by other women?
Drop me a line someone and enlighten me. Once I had the bright idea that a really creative babe could insert her breast at least partially into another woman's vagina. This would depend on the breast, I suppose, and how small/big or firm/loose it was. But I have yet to test my theory.
There was another, smaller group of women. These were the butches, the ones with the short hair, the dumpy outfits. In general a totally different vibe. I am curious as to how they arrived here tonight. My hunch is that A happened to be selling tickets for this party at a particular lesbian bar in San Francisco noted for its butch clientele, and some of them picked up on the news.
A girlie sex party is news, so this undoubtedly got the girls' interest. A lot of them would probably never want to date bi women in any serious way. But hell, a sex party? That's different, it's a one-time thing, not a U-Haul franchise, so they would feel OK in joining in.
But the problem at the party was, the butch girls were not exactly beating a door to the femmes. I don't know why, but they weren't. The two groups stayed by themselves. It was probably a play on what happens at hetero parties, where the guys sometimes fade into the woodwork in the presence of dolled up babes who babble on together in their own little world of fashion and shopping and whatever else they happen to be into.
There were other types of women present too. The ones my partner Dave refers to as "quirky girls," with the odd looks, usually arresting, usually older, more often slimmer than not. It's all my fault, I know, he says I have ruined him for younger women. Or even those his own age. So sue me.
There were a few black girls present, and they held their own well. So overall this party had good diversity. My friend A was aiming for around 50 women, and she got them, although some of them did not show up. The tickets were something of a hassle for the women to purchase, as A wanted to sell the tickets herself so she could meet each person. You have to do that if you're throwing a party - in someone else's nice house - and you want to keep control of things. Screening is a necessity.
The entry fee was also complicated by a rather detailed listing of party do's and dont's which were handed out to participants when they rsvp'd themselves. A really wanted to make sure that the rules were clear and able to be followed.
Again, it's not that this is anything unusual or new for a sex party. There are always rules. It's just that these seemed more rigorous than usual. I had offered to volunteer to work the party, so A assigned me the task of Safety Monitor.
The S.M. gets to roam about the Bower of Bliss, shining her flashlight into the eyes of lust-induced females and onto their private parts, to ascertain all the children are playing nicely - and safely - together.
Well, except I wasn't given a flashlight. It wasn't needed anyways. The girls, unfortunately, were entirely too well behaved.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Ahhh, the age-old question: what to do with such large breasts? Well, I would like to suggest an answer: what NOT to do with large breasts? Or better yet: what does the owner of these delightfully gargantuan melons herself want DONE with them? Having an average-sized pair myself, I am fond of having my nipples played with, my whole breasts kneaded, and then of course held onto for dear life as someone takes me from behind! Perhaps one might consider these similar actions with a set significantly larger?
Anyway, those are my thoughts...personally, I like to bury my head in them, kiss them, and luxuriate in the large and roundness of them...such a beautiful uniquely female attribute!
And of course, how did I find those butches...well, one is a very close friend of mine...a few are huge fans of Miss Kitty's Scratching Post and so they heard about the party through that mailing list...and then the others heard about the party through friends and a women's mailing list I'm on...but you'll be amused to know that there were only 3 women there that night who I didn't know very well, and none of them were of the butch persuasion :)
Thanks for writing about this party...it's interesting to see other's impressions! It also helps put ideas in my head for the next one...
Sincerely,
Miss Kitty
Anyway, those are my thoughts...personally, I like to bury my head in them, kiss them, and luxuriate in the large and roundness of them...such a beautiful uniquely female attribute!
And of course, how did I find those butches...well, one is a very close friend of mine...a few are huge fans of Miss Kitty's Scratching Post and so they heard about the party through that mailing list...and then the others heard about the party through friends and a women's mailing list I'm on...but you'll be amused to know that there were only 3 women there that night who I didn't know very well, and none of them were of the butch persuasion :)
Thanks for writing about this party...it's interesting to see other's impressions! It also helps put ideas in my head for the next one...
Sincerely,
Miss Kitty
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: 10:15 AM
: 10:15 AM
Love the suggestions, Miss Kitty, and will keep them close at hand...or, pressed to my rather decidedly tiny tits, if you will. I've never been with a girl who had large breasts, I had to ask.
Thanks for your comments, hope you got to read the continuation in Part 2.
I enjoyed myself, have been talking with my partner about it and am certainly looking forward to the next one!
Cheers, and thanks for visiting the site
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Thanks for your comments, hope you got to read the continuation in Part 2.
I enjoyed myself, have been talking with my partner about it and am certainly looking forward to the next one!
Cheers, and thanks for visiting the site
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