Whip it

I bought this little Play Whip from Bliss Connection at the pleasure party I hosted. I loved the feel of it and so did a number of my friends who attended the party. It made a nice smacking sound with only the most minimal sting.
Since getting the whip I've both used it on others and had it used on me. My husband can smack my ass with it as hard as he likes, with the satisfying sound of a good whipping, but with almost no pain or markings. If you have a partner into being a dominatrix, but you are not really into pain, this may be ideal. Also, if some pain is the desired goal, wetting the tips does make it smart.
Just carrying it around (granted I've only carried it out in the open in a sex club) made people beg me to use it on them. One man, after asking his female companion if it was okay, requested I whip her while she was bent over, grabbing her ankles. Teasing the woman's bare booty and genitals while he watched and she asked me to do it harder, was amazing. I felt so powerful. And we all had a good time. I also enjoyed that there was no risk of injuring strangers while whipping them, even when I got really into it.

KISS

After reading an article in the SF Gate, my husband and I decided to apply for membership at the KISS sex club. KISS is touted as a club whose members are young, hip, playful and attractive. Mr. and Ms. Kiss host twice monthly parties in a inconspicuous Mission District location in San Francisco. The hosts informed me that the name has recently been changed from Club Kiss to KISS.
The parties are $60 per couple and free for single women. No single men are allowed to attend. This setup means that there is lots of girl/girl action, threesomes and foursomes. The single women who we noticed there seemed to enjoy some amount of bisexual play, which makes sense as there are no single men with whom to hook up one-to-one. And the lucky men who are admitted with a female partner are likely to get attention from more than just the woman they came with, if that's desired.
Of course in any situation like this it's important to set and be well aware of you and your partner's boundaries, and KISS has some sensible rules and guidelines to ensure that everyone has a great time. These rules are reiterated as part of the tour that newbies are given on their first visit. The way the tour was run, it also left us feeling welcome and wanted, like friends visiting from out of town.
The layout of the place reminds me of the houses I've been to in San Francisco. The place encompasses the entire second floor of the building, with numerous rooms. There's a dance floor including one of my favorite features (a stripper-pole) and dancers who are happy to teach tricks, as well as an admiring audience that doesn't have the sleazy strip club-like feel. Four play rooms of different sizes (from very intimate to huge) are scattered throughout the club, as well as a bar (you bring the booze and they provide the mixers), a patio for smoking and outdoor (enclosed) encounters, and a coed restroom, complete with disposable mini toothbrushes.
From the moment we arrived we realized KISS would probably be more fun than we'd been expecting and that we were a little overdressed, as one lady walked by us in just a red lacy g-string and some others were wearing little more. The host couple was just as attractive as their photographs suggested and so were the attendees. The vibe was relaxed, not over the top horny but filled with anticipation of a good time. And for us the evening was definitely the best that we've had in a sex club.
If you would like to hear an account of the more intimate details of our experience, check back on the 1st of September for a full recounting of our lusty adventures.

I smell like musky melon

At the Pleasure Party I hosted, we all tried on Jelique's Pure Instinct Cologne. Because of the pheromones in this product, it is marketed as a sex attraction cologne. It is a unisex cologne that I would enjoy on men as well as women, but may be slightly too fruity for some men (and strong smelling when first applied).
I bought a bottle of the cologne at my party and have been wearing it ever since. I'm not sure that it has any sex attraction effect other than that it makes me feel happier and more appealing. That change in feeling about myself is all that the product really claims to do anyway "to elevate confidence, enhance moods and awaken the senses."
The most interesting thing about this fragrance to me is that it smells different on each person. I really like the way it smells - from cotton candy, to melon, to musk, citrus, and cucumber. The fragrances seemed to change over the first 15 minutes after application and then lasted for a 2-3 hours. While the pheromone properties are said to last up to 12 hours, since I'm wearing this primarily because I like the smell, I am a little disappointed that I have to reapply it every few hours in order for me to keep experiencing the scent.

A pleasurable party indeed

Last week I hosted a Bliss Pleasure Party. I had never hosted a pleasure party or even attended one, but I felt that I was up to the task since I love most things dealing with sex, women, dessert and drinks. I decided to make the theme for the party be Sexy Little Secret and the partygoers wore some sexy little thing (jewelry, perfume, clothing, shoes or some other accessory). At one break some ladies even provided a peek at their sexy little bras and panties.

I made a variety of drinks - Jello shots with various secret ingredients, sangria, and a punch that Chrystal our "sexpert" gave me the recipe for called Pink Panty Dropper Punch. And as you can guess, with all these drinkies my talkative friends became even a little more loquacious.
I invited a fun group of ladies and 12 of them graced us with their presence. The guests brought sexy desserts that had secret ingredients such as chocolate cookies with a cherry inside, blowjob shots, creamy balls (cream puffs) and drunken watermelon salad (that tasted like watermelon mojitos). Shortly before the first guests arrived Chrystal pulled up with her mobile sex-toy emporium. She quickly and unobtrusively went to work turning my bedroom into a sex toy store. I regret to say that my bedroom will probably rarely have the potential for that much fun - vibrators, lotions, bondage gear, male masturbation toys and much, much more.

Chrystal also set up my living room beautifully for the presentation portion of the evening. After an hour of socializing with friends and partaking of food and drink, we took our seats for the talk. I honestly did not know what to expect, I liked the interactions that I'd had with Chrystal and was hoping that she'd make good her promise of making the presentation more than just a sales pitch.

Chrystal had done a good job taking the social temperature while we had been hanging out and seamlessly kept the same vibe throughout the presentation. She had a way of making us all feel like friends (even though some had never met each other before), comfortable and able to talk about anything. She started with introductions and a game which resulted in everyone getting a good case of the giggles and 2 lucky ladies winning little vibrating prizes.
The presentation was clearly organized with each person getting a menu (specifically designed for my party) with all of the items that would be shown and discussed. The order in which the items on the menu were presented was perfect for creating a lusty and aroused mood. Chrystal starting with the foreplay and stimulating goods and ending with the powertools. She passed around each of the items and let us touch, taste, smell, or play with each product as was appropriate. She also described her experience with the products as well as other people's reviews. The full sensory experience of having the toys and mood enhancers right there helped me to get a much better idea of what I would truly enjoy. And everything that I bought has been used repeatedly in the week since the party.
After the presentation Chrystal met with each woman who wanted to purchase something in my bedroom (sex toy store) so that they could privately place orders and get their wares. Because Chrystal carries so much with her we all got most of our things right then and there which makes the night of the party all the more fun, especially if there's an eager partner waiting for you at home. The presence of our new supplies encouraged us to excitedly have sex twice in the 12 hours following the party (which is unusual because of our chaotic lifestyle, due largely to our early-rising young children). In all ways the party and its aftereffects surpassed my expectations.

Wait, I thought eggs come out of females...

Hi Folks! Joe Larkspur here, always ready to pitch in and help, and always ready to share my opinion with the world. In this case Lexi did indeed need help, since in order to try out this toy effectively she was, shall we say, lacking certain essential equipment.

The Egg is a male masturbation sleeve from the Japanese company Tenga. This is their budget toy, at $6 a pop (their fancier "onacups" can be more than twice as expensive), but since they're supposed to be single-use that could quickly add up.

There are six different styles of Egg, with different kinds of bumps and ridges on the inside. I tried the "Silky", which has some low-key ridges. It looks like some of the other styles may be a little more aggressively textured, so if this seems like your thing you'd probably want to try them all and see which one works the best for you.

Ok! enough preliminaries. On to the actual experience…
Once I had taken a couple strokes with the Egg, my first thought was, "wow, this feels almost exactly like a vagina." Unfortunately, that sensation only lasted for a couple minutes. There were two things I noticed that may have contributed to the decreased sensation. One is that the lube started to get pretty sticky (oh yeah, each egg comes with a little packet of lube, which is both necessary for the Egg to work at all and, for $6, expected). I guess you could use a different kind of lube if you wanted, but I'm a cheapskate. If they give me some lube, by golly that's the lube I'm going to use. The second problem was that the egg got pretty stretched out after only a short time. That may have been because of how massive my wang is, but it's more likely that I was just using it wrong. Looking back at the pictures (what, you think the only pictures of Lexi and her toys are the ones she posts here? And turnabout is fair play, after all…), it looks like I had a lot of the egg material bunched up around the base of my penis, and the end was really stretched out. I guess this makes sense for me, since I prefer stimulation lower down on my shaft while masturbating. Or maybe I just needed more practice. Anyway, the point is that after a few minutes the quality of the sensation really started to go down for me (even after adding more lube).

Another problem for me was that years of experience have taught my subconscious that the primary position in which to expect pleasure is lying face-down, and it turns out that that makes it difficult for me to really get into it while lying on my back/sitting up/etc. At least in my few bumbling attempts, I could not get the Egg to work in a face-down position. Again, it might be possible with practice, but it seemed pretty tricky for a first-timer.

On the up side, there is a tighter ring around the base of the Egg that does a pretty good job of keeping the lube from leaking out everywhere and making a mess, even if you are lying on your back. I guess if you were to actually cum inside it it would be even more useful but, as you might expect given all the negative stuff I've said so far, I didn't get to experience that for myself.

I sort of hate to rag on it so much, because the initial experience was pretty nice, and I'm sure with some practice you could keep that real-vagina-feeling going on for longer. But for me, at least, one of the best features of actual real vaginas is that they have women attached to them, so I think that even if I became an effective Egg user it still wouldn't quite do it for me.

A deal to make me squeal

Today through Sunday, August 22 the website SocialBuy http://www.socialbuy.com/san-jose/ is offering a $20 voucher that is good for $40 worth of merchandise at the online store for Bliss Connection, the supplier of the products I review. I'm not getting a kickback from you purchasing this deal, but I am pretty excited about it myself. As if I don't have enough toys (perhaps it's like Pokemon and I've gotta catch 'em all), I plan on buying the deal and getting the Nea by Lelo that I've really been lusting after since I held it at the Pleasure Party last week.

My tingling clit

I recently purchased a tube of Nympho's Desire, Arousal Balm from Bliss Connection after trying it at the pleasure party I hosted last week. I'll post more about the party later, but for now I'll just tell you about the party goers' experience with this cream. Chrystal, our lovely and informative "sexpert," left a tube of this "female viagra" in the bathroom during the party and encouraged us to try it discreetly during a little break. While we each put it on in private, it was hard to keep our reactions to ourselves. Perhaps many of us put on too much (a little drop goes a long way) but most of us certainly ended up with parties in our panties. One lady even had a 3 minute orgasm from this balm alone!

I tried it again last night after receiving my very own container in the mail. Just as before, it made my clitoris very cold, then slowly over the next few minutes it became warm and then vacillated between cold and hot while tingling.

What I hadn't tried before was sexual activity while enjoying this cream. I started with masturbating using my battery operated toys and quickly found that they were not enough. The tingling and temperature fluctuations were overpowering the vibration.

I went for my Hitachi Magic Wand knowing that if any vibration would be intense enough to do the trick, that'd be it. The buildup was gradual, 10 or so minutes longer than my regular 1-3 minutes before first orgasm. With the strong vibration, the extra time was a highly enjoyable treat. It wasn't the tedious kind of masturbation session where I'm aching for an orgasm the whole time, while deep down knowing nothing is gonna happen. Instead I felt a full of range arousing sensations the entire time. I was savoring the tingling, temperature and vibration that eventually made my sensually overwhelmed body explode in a whole body orgasm.

From there I moved onto sex, having visually stimulated my husband who had watched me "test" the new product. The movement of his penis inside me also felt less like the primary sensation. This truly is viagra for women, especially ones who cum quickly and are then done. I can certainly last longer (and be continually aroused) while using Nympho's Desire, which is a good thing for the times when my partner wants slow lovemaking. The effects seemed to last for 30-45 minutes for me. My only warning is that because this product contains mineral oil it is not condom safe, so if you use condoms, save this for other times.

And speaking of using Nympho's Desire at other times; if you see me smiling while shopping, walking down the street or hanging out at a party, perhaps I'm indulging in a panty party.

Diving In

As I mentioned previously, I will be writing a fictional piece on the 15th of each month. The following is the first one.

All semester I'd been watching him. Sure, I watched him because I needed to learn the subject matter, but I looked at him in a different way too, a way that distracted me from really paying attention to history class.
I daydreamed. I thought about my fingers in his curly brown hair, about his eyes really looking at me (perhaps naked), about his hard chest under the fitted black t-shirt, having him smile at me like when I answered questions correctly. And those hands, god how I wanted them to touch me, caress me and grab my hips. I watched his hands fiddle with the chalk while he spoke.
Sometimes I would take a few extra minutes organizing and putting away notes and books on the off chance that he would talk to me - after everyone left. Other times I would have read an interesting little tidbit that was slightly relevant just so that I could have something history related to talk to him about after class for a minute or two. In these moments my heart beat faster and I felt warm and tingly. After leaving the classroom I would think about how silly and cliche it was for me to imagine doing anything with him - a professor who barely seemed to notice me other than my academic prowess, despite the low-cut blouses and short skirts I often wore to class.
Then something happened that made me crush crazy. I was at the swimming pool getting ready to leave after diving team practice. There he was at the edge of the pool, in a speedo! Oh my lord, what a body - not only was his chest built, he also had the chiseled indentations from his hipbones down to the clearly outlined, large package. I fumbled around in my bag for a minute, avoiding eye contact. I ducked back into the dressing room, acting as if I'd forgotten something. I stood against the cold metal locker, catching my breath and trying to think of what I could say to him. I was wet and looked like a drowned rat with my frumpy workout clothing on. Okay, I thought to myself, I'll just smile and wave, maybe say hi and walk out cooly.
I pulled the heavy door open quickly and confidently, ready to give a casual smile and walk back to my dorm. He was on the 3 meter diving board, facing away from me and my voyeuristic and hunk gazing instincts took over. While I had a clear chance to escape, I just stood there watching as he preparing for an inward or back dive.

He bounced on the board for what seemed like an eternity and then dove, a beautiful inward two-and-a-half. He emerged, brushing his hair back and I

instinctively applauded his splashless dive. He turned, and saw me halfway down the length of the pool. A smile spread on his lips. He ducked his head back into the water and swam away toward the ladder. I turned to walk out. "See you tomorrow morning" he called as he stood at the base of the diving board. "Okay" I replied as I waved over my shoulder. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I tried to walk slowly and nonchalantly.

That night I took a long shower, playing with myself and thinking of my hot speedo wearing professor. Naughty images of things that shouldn't happen between a nineteen year old girl and older man (I didn't know how old he was, maybe thirty five) danced in my head. I thought about him rummaging through the pile of papers on his desk after class, trying to find something related to what we were talking about and me bending over, pantiless, to pick up some papers that fell on the floor and him catching a glance as he walked behind me help pick up papers. I imagined asking if he'd like to touch after noticing a bulge forming in his pants. I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands over my body, tingling as I imagined my hands being his, on my neck, breasts, thighs and wet pussy. My breaths became short soft moans as this fantasy came to life in my mind. As I imagined him locking the door of the classroom and turning back toward me, I exploded. My head went from cold, to hot and fuzzy as warm, pulsating waves rippled through my vagina. I continued to replay that moment and the few seconds that might follow as he removed his shirt, until my legs and stomach felt heavy and ached with satisfaction and exhaustion.

To be continued...

All tied up

We have been busy testing out the Beginner's Bondage Fantasy from Sportsheets, thanks to Bliss Connection. This beginner bondage set is just that, a comfortable (velvety textured restraints) and fun introduction. It comes with 4 wrist or ankle restraints (no difference between the two and one size does seem to fit all) and a blindfold. We have found them to be soft and durable, a well-made product.
We attached them onto our bedframe and after a little tussle over who was going to get strapped down, I found my wrists and ankles restrained. It reminded me of the time I mud-wrestled my husband in college and ended up above his head before being covered in mud. With the blindfold over my eyes I was in total darkness. As he started toying with my restrained body, I attempted to wiggle out of the bondage. Previously we had mainly used karate belts as restraints, and while they are functional, they are neither the most comfortable or challenging to get out of. This was completely different. I felt no pain where the straps rubbed and pulled, but I was totally unable to get free even though they appear to have basic velcro closures.
We had a great time with the change up in routine, my husband even used my vibrator on me - so intense without having control. And after I was released the sex was amazing. Having my senses back after the deprivation made everything so much more intense and enjoyable. A few days later I got to turn the tables and restrain my husband. He's not much of a bottom, but did a nice job letting me play with him - and once he was tied down he also couldn't break free.
This bondage set is a gentle, low cost way to try out restraints. It makes the experience as tame as petting a lion, soft as a kitty's fur, but impossible to escape from if the cat is hungry. Our only complaint is that the straps were a little on the short side, though I hear that if you don't have a bedframe, you can attach them to each other which would fix that problem. We will likely keep these attached to our bedframe for the foreseeable future (until our children ask us what they are) and use them from time to time to keep boredom from creeping into our sex life.

Naked in the Water

One of my favorite places to go on Maui is Little Beach, a public nude beach I've been going to since I was a child, growing up on the island. I saw my first erect penis there, wandered upon my first sighting of oral sex (one man going down on another) and made out with my first boyfriend there. But aside from these sexual experiences I've enjoyed the freedom of swimming in the warm ocean water, naked and free.

As an adult I've gone to Little Beach with my husband many times - from a couple months after we started dating, to weekly when we lived there and now when we return on our annual visits. Our first sex on the beach experience was in the evening as we were heading home from Little Beach, the stars clearly visible above and the sound of the waves helped crank up the romance dial. Another time we brought a remote control vibrating g-string butterfly and my husband had fun buzzing my clit every so often with the touch of a button.

To get to this beach we park at the first Makena (Big Beach) parking lot, take a little walk down the beach to the big hill and make our way (up a rocky path) over to the other side. While it is a somewhat less well known beach for tourists, you can easily find it if you watch for the ant trail of people making the little trek, especially on Sunday afternoons/evenings. While Big Beach is known for its boogie boarding and dangerous wave breaks, Little Beach is calmer, being in a cove.

Calling this beach a hippie paradise would not be off-base with the open marijuana smoking, visible body hair, free love vibe and dreadlocks. But only about half the beach goers are topless or nude since this beach is also popular among surfers and boogie boarders who remain clothed and others who enjoy the nudity but don't participate.

Sunday afternoons are the most lively time at Little Beach and finding a slice of heaven can be a bit tricky. The beach is packed with people dancing, drumming, exercising, selling their wares or services (jewelry, ganga balls, pipes, chocolate shrooms, or massages) and relaxing.

We usually bring a picnic dinner and hang out, watching the sun slowly slip behind the water as the drumming reaches a furious climax. When darkness falls, the fire dancers emerge with their poi to spin - some get fancy using hula hoops, finger attachments or staffs with fire. The drummers play, the dancers and fire people move to the rhythm and others form a circle and watch, while lovers lay on towels in darkness enjoying the party and making out.

The bushes at the far end of the beach have a maze of trails, leading up to the an open area with an expansive view. These bushes are also a favorite sex location. I've seen numerous couples engaged in different sexual acts. The most recent time my husband and I saw a couple they were out on the rocks. The woman was giving the man oral sex. They stopped and waved at us and continued their act, probably knowing that the only people who go up there are either looking to engage in a sexual act or watch someone else.

Bad dream

I was recently sent a new toy try, courtesy of Bliss Connection. The Lucid Dream #14 by Doc Johnson is a G-spot vibrator. I've never been a big fan of g-spot only toys, but hey, it's not a dildo, so it had the potential to vibrate my clit too if need be. It arrived in a beautiful clear plastic box with purple lettering and swirly designs. A sticker on the packaging stated that it is the "Women's Health winner - Best Maxi Vibe."
I excitedly removed the purple translucent toy from the box only to be overwhelmed by an awful, chemical, plastic smell. I could barely tolerate being in the same room with it, much less think of putting it in my vagina. I quickly took it to the sink and gave a very good long wash (it's waterproof) with soap and warm water. While the smell didn't go away, it did become fainter. While I waited for the smell to dissipate I did a little research. The outside of this toy is made with PVC vinyl - not exactly a chemical free material.
I washed and aired it out for a couple days then gave it a go. The twist speed dial (vs. a button) on the bottom has always been less satisfying to me as I like discreet speeds, but I figured it had the potential to still be decent if the vibration were intense. Unfortunately it had low to medium power.
The big bulbous head (1.5 inches in diameter definitely makes it a maxi vibe) was something I figured would satisfy me as I'm a size matters kind of gal, but it just didn't. The large and awkwardly long head, with a very skinny base just left me wondering what was going on, especially with the less than satisfying vibration. I also had difficultly holding it comfortably with penetration and turning the dial was nearly impossible while using it. But I do give it credit for being so quiet that even at full speed I wasn't always sure if it was on when inserted (they weren't lying about it being virtually silent).
Unfortunately, even when I gave up on using it as a g-spot vibrator and placed it on my clitoris I was left unfulfilled. The vibration is centered in the large angled bulb, below the tip. I got to the point of teasingly stimulating, kind of in the same way as bad oral sex, not enough to get me off, even after a desperately long 15 minutes.

Balancing on the blade

The fine line between pleasure and pain does not seem to be one I frequently seek out or fantasize about.  I find it hard to strike the right balance and too often I feel scared, physically hurt, or just a lack of enjoyment.  I've been thinking about this recently because there are two such situations that I do delight in and both of them are in my recent past or near future.

The first is that on Friday I got another tattoo at my favorite tattoo parlor, Diving Swallow.  It is an all-female tattoo cooperative in Oakland, California.  It was be my fifth time getting tattooed.  While this experience is not directly related sex, I do find tattoos to be sexy and I think the pain gives me a sort of high.  That high may be related to me being thrilled by the end product but I think it also has something to do with the experience itself and the permanence of the act.  

Getting tattooed is a unique kind of pain.  The irritating pricking and dragging sensation just under the surface of the skin starts out feeling awful since the other times I have felt similar pain were the result of minor quick flesh wounds - getting scratched by a cat, caught against a rose bush or falling and scraping a hand or knee.  But tattooing can last for hours.  At some point a strange shift occurs.  My mind overrides its previous pain memories and I no longer feel like I am being injured, instead just a little achy.

The other pain/pleasure experience I relish is spankings.  The sensation of being paddled, whipped or slapped on my sufficiently padded bottom is great fun.  I enjoy the initial jolt of fire and the resulting heat that spreads throughout my body.  And when I can look back and see the visible pleasure on my spanker's face the experience is perfect. 

During The Importance of Being Earnest photo book I was supposed to be spanked by the character Ms. Prism.  I kept telling the woman to spank me harder in order for my facial expression to be authentic.  She was becoming less comfortable and not having fun with the degree of force I was requesting so I asked if she would mind a stunt spanker stepping in.  She said that was fine and my husband took over - giving me a right proper smack on the bottom with the required prop (a hairbrush).

Folsom Street Fair is the other public place I've been spanked.  No, I've never taken part in the spanking booths (where you donate to a cause in exchange for a lashing on the back or rear end) though I'm not opposed to it.  My spankings instead came from random people who had paddles, crops or an open palm and wanted to spank me upon seeing my different outfits (over the years) that usually showed off my booty.  Thankfully they always asked permission first.  Consent is an important part of what makes any intimate experience fun, especially one that flirts with the pain/pleasure line.  And as I gave the go ahead, I clued them into the amount of force I desired.  I also won a paddle and was given a little crop at Folsom, souvenirs of a fun-filled event. Both of these toys still make private appearances from time to time.

Games

What stands out in my mind from that night was my husband (my new boyfriend at the time) and I looking at each other smiling as we (racing to make our partners orgasm) caused the other two people to cum simultaneously. Even though we were each touching other people, in that moment of eye contact he and I experienced the same thing - feeling the climax in a satisfying and intimate, mental and voyeuristic way. And while we quickly went home to achieve our own release, it was images of the hours before that flooded our thoughts.
The foursome had been the culmination of a long and fun night. There had been a rather large game of "I've Never" that over time morphed into "I Have" (with some participants going so far as to use items like "I have been licked off by 2 dogs simultaneously"). This game worked amazingly as the group of people meshed well and continuously upped the ante with regard mentioning kinky experiences.
After a couple hours we switched to playing Truth or Dare. The timing was perfect. We had gotten bored of yes/no questions only, had learned enough about each other to know that we could give (and take) some solid dares and still had the option to inquire about previously mentioned experiences by asking truths.
I remember one of the first dares involving me and 2 other ladies kissing for a few minutes. The ways to approach this dare seemed limitless. But instead of kissing in sets, all three soft female mouths instinctively came together, tongues exploring, sweet tastes mixing. It felt amazing and our audience must have enjoyed it too as it was soon followed up by a dare involving the same people and same act, only this time topless. We were once again kissing, caressing each other's breasts and before the dare was over, kissing each others breasts as well.
The continued theme revolved around women kissing - my lucky husband was dared to go into the bathroom with 3 ladies (one of them being me) and make out with the lights off. This sensory experience was amazingly tantalizing - getting to know each other through taste and touch. Each little breath and caress sending tingles throughout our bodies. Eventually someone knocked on the door, eager for us to come out and continue the game (and perhaps slightly jealous of our private experience).
Slowly people trickled out of the room as the hours went by. The last four of us that remained (my ex-boyfriend whose room the game had been in), a cute Asian girl who I didn't really know but had the pleasure of getting to make out with during the evening, my husband and I, were all aroused and tingling with the building sexual tension in the room.
She and I made out for a little while, the only sounds in the room being our little moans of pleasure and short excited breaths of our male onlookers. Eventually we broke off, each kissing one of the guys and then switching. We moved from the floor to the twin bed, quickly losing clothing, arms and legs intertwined on the small surface, hands groping bodies, feeling warm flesh and finding fascinating similarities and differences from one body to the next. Without thought or discussion, our mouths followed our hands, kissing the necks, breasts, chests, stomachs and thighs that our fingers had explored. Excitement peaked as we got to wet and eager genital areas. Thighs quivered, hips bucked and our breath momentarily left us.
Our fingers and mouths diligently went to work, learning what worked best. We experimented watching and listening for a response, returning to the touch, lick or stroke that made our recipients go wild. Perhaps because my husband and I both enjoy giving a hand job or oral sex more than receiving it, we ended up there gazing at each other, pleasure dancing in our eyes as we furiously raced to provide orgasms. It was exhilarating to watch each other do something we had only experienced as recipients, as well as having the satisfaction of making someone orgasm and watching two people climax at the same time as the result of separate acts. The whole energy in the room had been building and the four of us had been able to ride the wave together though we were participating differently. At the peak a euphoria washed over us. We lay there, sweaty, warm bodies, comfortable and spent in a serene and happy silence that rarely occurs when four people are together.