Friday, December 15, 2006
A Birthday Orgy, Follow-Up
So Dave and I left the birthday orgy for E with the sense that we would probably not want to go back. Actually, more like we probably wouldn't be invited back, since neither of us consented to...well, let's say it this way, we chose not to honor our host on his big day. In fact, it was annoying to me especially that he was expecting everyone to service him in some fashion or another. I wouldn't go there because I do not find him attractive at all.
I have no idea how he landed his wife, B. She is attractive, fit-looking, maybe not quite the hot babe who was described to me before we met, but not bad in terms of the group we were in. Alright, he has a decent-sized dick I suppose, but he's one of those hairy guys who's really, really hairy, and that's where I check out. I'm not prepared to spend an evening doing defoliation work before I get to the main event. Thanks. I mowed the family lawn as a kid. That was enough.
Then about a week after the party we get an email from E, quite a friendly one, and he seems to harbor no bad feeling at all. In fact he's inquiring if we had a good time, he mentions how he wanted to play with both of us but he noticed we were preoccupied throughout the evening. He also wrote to pass along the names of a couple who apparently wanted to meet us. He encloses their email address. He says if we don't want to write directly to them, he can mediate and pass along our email to them.
Dave and I scratch our heads a bit before replying. Who the hell were J and L? And what's the deal that they are too chicken shit to talk to us DURING the party? Why after? Sorry honeys, the horseys have left the barn already. This sort of kid's stuff happens a lot in the lesbian world. You can go to a party of all-women and people seem hesitant to approach other guests, but then the week after on Craigslist you find the postings...."I saw you at the party and you were so hot, I wanted to approach you but....but...but..."(you can fill in whatever excuse here).
Well, couples can be scaredy cats too. We just don't have a clue who this couple is. But we are hoping it was the hot pair who walked in just as we were about to leave. In fact we had some brief interraction with them and we both seemed to feel things might develop had we stuck around. But we were whipped and somewhat disappointed, and in a mood to leave. So we did.
I write back to E and inquire of him who these people are. He describes a guy we don't remember at all, older, some grey in a long mane of hair. American Indian fellow there with his partner L. I have no recollection of them at all. But apparently we made quite a hit with them.
I ask E about the hot couple, the women was named O, but her partner's name escaped me over the noise. E tells me his name. Cute. I don't want to rain further on E's parade, but I want to indicate to him that the couple we really dug were this pair, not his pair. E gets that sense, he describes the boy as her "escort" for the evening, meaning I guess they aren't exclusively monogamous together. Good. E gives no indication he has played with them personally, but he seems to like them, he thinks they are hot too, they have been to a few other parties and E knows people who know the guy quite well.
It seems like E is setting us up to have to go through him some more if we want to get in touch with them again. I don't go there; I would rather just run into them somewhere else. If it's meant to be nice, it will be nice, no need to push the river. So I play nice-nice with E, letting him know we appreciated his efforts to entertain his guests, and hoped that he had a good time on his big day.
As for the email address, we decide not to write to this anonymous couple. What's the point in writing to people we don't remember ever meeting? We may run into them again too. Hopefully they'll have the balls to say something directly to us.
After all, you are at a sex party, aren't you? What's the point in taking off your clothes if your minds are still too inhibited to introduce yourselves?
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I have no idea how he landed his wife, B. She is attractive, fit-looking, maybe not quite the hot babe who was described to me before we met, but not bad in terms of the group we were in. Alright, he has a decent-sized dick I suppose, but he's one of those hairy guys who's really, really hairy, and that's where I check out. I'm not prepared to spend an evening doing defoliation work before I get to the main event. Thanks. I mowed the family lawn as a kid. That was enough.
Then about a week after the party we get an email from E, quite a friendly one, and he seems to harbor no bad feeling at all. In fact he's inquiring if we had a good time, he mentions how he wanted to play with both of us but he noticed we were preoccupied throughout the evening. He also wrote to pass along the names of a couple who apparently wanted to meet us. He encloses their email address. He says if we don't want to write directly to them, he can mediate and pass along our email to them.
Dave and I scratch our heads a bit before replying. Who the hell were J and L? And what's the deal that they are too chicken shit to talk to us DURING the party? Why after? Sorry honeys, the horseys have left the barn already. This sort of kid's stuff happens a lot in the lesbian world. You can go to a party of all-women and people seem hesitant to approach other guests, but then the week after on Craigslist you find the postings...."I saw you at the party and you were so hot, I wanted to approach you but....but...but..."(you can fill in whatever excuse here).
Well, couples can be scaredy cats too. We just don't have a clue who this couple is. But we are hoping it was the hot pair who walked in just as we were about to leave. In fact we had some brief interraction with them and we both seemed to feel things might develop had we stuck around. But we were whipped and somewhat disappointed, and in a mood to leave. So we did.
I write back to E and inquire of him who these people are. He describes a guy we don't remember at all, older, some grey in a long mane of hair. American Indian fellow there with his partner L. I have no recollection of them at all. But apparently we made quite a hit with them.
I ask E about the hot couple, the women was named O, but her partner's name escaped me over the noise. E tells me his name. Cute. I don't want to rain further on E's parade, but I want to indicate to him that the couple we really dug were this pair, not his pair. E gets that sense, he describes the boy as her "escort" for the evening, meaning I guess they aren't exclusively monogamous together. Good. E gives no indication he has played with them personally, but he seems to like them, he thinks they are hot too, they have been to a few other parties and E knows people who know the guy quite well.
It seems like E is setting us up to have to go through him some more if we want to get in touch with them again. I don't go there; I would rather just run into them somewhere else. If it's meant to be nice, it will be nice, no need to push the river. So I play nice-nice with E, letting him know we appreciated his efforts to entertain his guests, and hoped that he had a good time on his big day.
As for the email address, we decide not to write to this anonymous couple. What's the point in writing to people we don't remember ever meeting? We may run into them again too. Hopefully they'll have the balls to say something directly to us.
After all, you are at a sex party, aren't you? What's the point in taking off your clothes if your minds are still too inhibited to introduce yourselves?
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