Sex parties are awkward
Dec. 1st, 2011 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryCouldn't stop eating, even though I had very little in the house. Hooked up with a couple - I played with one of them just before Tim and I became monogamous early in the year. Had a much better connection with the other one.
Hit the gym next, which was rough, but I was happy I went, and happy with my workout. Grocery shopped after that - bought a loaf of bread, and another Tofurkey. Michele asked about Tim, just as he called, so I had them talk to each other for a minute. He wanted to see me, if we could figure out a time. I suggested tonight, but he said he was lobster hunting with his neighbor, Karen. I'd already seen his name listed on as "attending" on a sex party, but I know he often flakes on them. As we texted more over the next couple hours, he admitted he was going to the party, then to lobster hunt, but still came over. We chatted for a bit, and if I'm being honest, I was rather hoping we'd forget the time and keep chatting past the entry period. We did not.
I drove us to the hotel. There were only about 5 people there, out of the 40 that had rsvp'd. One Latin gent in particular seemed to be the life of the party. Tim approached him, started making out, and then got fucked by him. As so frequently happens, I got hard from watching it, but was distracted by visions of painting the room red. A couple people approached me, but they had rank breath and I couldn't really focus through the haze of jealousy. I fucked the Latin gent while he was fucking someone else briefly, persuaded Tim to fuck me against the window, got fucked a couple times by the Latin gent, and heard "Shivers" by Armin Van Buuren. As we were getting dressed, a young portly gent showed up asking if there was equipment to clean up on hand. WTF.
Tim spent the night. I apparently got very suddenly very quiet as I was getting ready for bed. I alternated trying to sleep under him and trying to get as far from him as possible on the bed. I am still not well.
The plus side of the night was that I learned a couple things about myself. I know I love sex for the connection. The whole mentality of a sex party is really "this feels good, let's put everything in every hole." I don't care for that. At the same time, I could do that, if only as a show for the other patrons, if I was the vers fuck machine everyone else seems to be. Attending one of these parties with a partner (or an ex), I am murderously jealous of them playing with someone else, and massively guilty when I play with someone else. These things happening at the same time does fuckall to alleviate either sensation.
Hit the gym next, which was rough, but I was happy I went, and happy with my workout. Grocery shopped after that - bought a loaf of bread, and another Tofurkey. Michele asked about Tim, just as he called, so I had them talk to each other for a minute. He wanted to see me, if we could figure out a time. I suggested tonight, but he said he was lobster hunting with his neighbor, Karen. I'd already seen his name listed on as "attending" on a sex party, but I know he often flakes on them. As we texted more over the next couple hours, he admitted he was going to the party, then to lobster hunt, but still came over. We chatted for a bit, and if I'm being honest, I was rather hoping we'd forget the time and keep chatting past the entry period. We did not.
I drove us to the hotel. There were only about 5 people there, out of the 40 that had rsvp'd. One Latin gent in particular seemed to be the life of the party. Tim approached him, started making out, and then got fucked by him. As so frequently happens, I got hard from watching it, but was distracted by visions of painting the room red. A couple people approached me, but they had rank breath and I couldn't really focus through the haze of jealousy. I fucked the Latin gent while he was fucking someone else briefly, persuaded Tim to fuck me against the window, got fucked a couple times by the Latin gent, and heard "Shivers" by Armin Van Buuren. As we were getting dressed, a young portly gent showed up asking if there was equipment to clean up on hand. WTF.
Tim spent the night. I apparently got very suddenly very quiet as I was getting ready for bed. I alternated trying to sleep under him and trying to get as far from him as possible on the bed. I am still not well.
The plus side of the night was that I learned a couple things about myself. I know I love sex for the connection. The whole mentality of a sex party is really "this feels good, let's put everything in every hole." I don't care for that. At the same time, I could do that, if only as a show for the other patrons, if I was the vers fuck machine everyone else seems to be. Attending one of these parties with a partner (or an ex), I am murderously jealous of them playing with someone else, and massively guilty when I play with someone else. These things happening at the same time does fuckall to alleviate either sensation.
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