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Birthday Party
I suppose life must have imitated art enough times for
someone to coin the phrase, but how often does life imitate a porn
movie? Not too damn often, despite what the people at Penthouse Forum
would have us believe. I, however, being the intrepid sex reporter that
I am, recently experienced life imitating a porn movie, and it wasn't
on a set in the San Fernando Valley. It was just a few blocks from my
apartment. And it was hot!
A certain woman who shall remain nameless wanted to celebrate her
birthday, and what better way, she thought, than to invite 50 of her
hottest, horniest female friends to an S&M Play and Sex Party? I
received my invitation via email. It read, in part, like this:
Flesh Divine Party
When: Sunday, April 23rd, 8:30 pm till whenever we wind down... I would
really adore you even more than I do now if you could RSVP so I know
about how many people to expect for the purposes of guest listing and
food procurement.
Who: You! Your fabulousness and leather family, dates, friends and
tricks. Please feel free to bring fun, loving friends with you. (It is
a women's party. If you have question around the term, please contact
me personally.)
Tedious details:
- This is a party for adults. No one under 18, please.
- Since this is a private party for adults, we'll just assume adult
responsibilities. This means no dungeon monitors and no safer sex
patrol. Play hot, play hard and play responsibly. There will be toys,
clean up supplies, condoms, gloves and lube provided if you need it. Of
course, feel free to bring whatever else you want. Bring tarps if you
expect to get messy. Clean up after yourselves, yada yada yada. I'll
post the dungeon rules at the door.
- House Rules: No wax or fire play. Bloodsports will be restricted to
room one, where play-piercings can happen. No splatter play.
- Please don't post this on any public lists. You are welcome to share this info with people you intend to bring.
- I'll provide platters of food. If you feel like bringing food or
beverage to share, that would be most delightful and helpful.
- Donation: This is a free party, but if you feel like pitching in
toward the rental of the space (dang, NY is expensive!), an optional
donation to help defray costs would be very much appreciated--$10 or
$20, as you wish or are able.
- If someone would like to help with clean-up or guest list, that would
be grand. Please let me know. - I'm teaching a class until 9:30 pm, so
I won't be able to make it to my own party till around 10 pm. However,
please, please, please feel free to come early and play as you wish! It
would be so much fun to walk into a room full of moans, groans, thuds
and smacks!
I ask you, would an email like this arouse your curiousity, or what?
I RSVPed in the affirmative immediately, with the minor reservation
that I would most likely be observing, as opposed to participating.
When I inquired if this would be a problem, the response was
"Exhibitionists need voyeurs!" Whoo-hoo! Now, allow me to paint a
picture of the evening's festivities for you:
I arrived fashionably late to the dimly lit Silicon Alley dungeon and
found numerous women milling about, engaging in casual conversation.
The room usually used as a lounge had been set up as the snack room,
with chips, cookies, ice, soda, juice and a deli platter of lunch meats
and cheese. There was no beer or alcohol. I grabbed myself a few nibbly
bits and, while attempting to disguise my overeager enthusiasm, went to
check out the action. In room one, as promised, a play piercing was
going on. A leather-clad lesbian was intently stringing cultured pearl
beads onto the chest of an attractive submissive with fine nylon
fishing line. It looked very cool.
A second playroom held all sorts of shackles and straps, awaiting some
action. And where was the action, I wondered. It was in the room just
off the reception area. I wormed my way in and watched a fairly heavy
scene unfold. There was much bare-bottomed spanking (another birthday,
as it turned out), strap-on sucking and utilization of sundry available
equipment. And although I kept repeating to myself that exhibitionists
need voyeurs, I still felt as though I was intruding upon a private
moment, so I slipped back out the door and obsessively popped M&Ms
into my mouth for a while.
By then, some action had started up in the shackles and straps room.
One woman was prostrate on the top of the cage being alternately
tickled, caned and groped by her lover. Watching the interaction
between these two was making my sweat. On the right, one of "the
scene's" heavy hitters (literally) was unpacking her goodie bag and
spreading her array of implements on the floor in preparation. A foxy,
fleshy young thing anxiously awaited.
Soon they were at it, cat-o'-nine-tails flying, flogger flapping,
paddle pounding, pretty much in that order. When the submissive was
fastened into the shackles, I was really starting to enjoy myself. With
each stroke of whatever toy, the sub shrieked and giggled and stood on
her toes. She really seemed to be enjoying herself. Eventually the
heavy hitter had her spread-eagle on the floor, exhausted and on the
verge of orgasm, from what I could tell. This scene lasted a good long
time and I was cursing my long sleeves, sweat dribbling down my sides.
After gulping down a few glasses of soda, uncertain if I could handle
much more, the crowd began to migate to the big room with the big bed.
I followed, still crazed with curiousity. What next? Turns out it was
the birthday girl, languishing in the center of the bed, inviting
everyone to pleasure her. And pleasure her they did! I watched, open
mouthed, as one woman after another climbed on and they became a tangle
of limbs. At one point, there was one woman sucking one foot, one
sucking the other, a chick on each tit, someone sliding a sex toy into
one orifice while another woman lapped at the other and I couldn't
quite tell who was kissing who. Incredible! And not a pair of five-inch
hooker heels in sight!
I should probably tell you what these babes all looked like, right?
Well, that was where reality deviated just a tad from the realm of porn
video. Because aside from the lack of hooker heels, there were also no
fake boobs, eyelashes or cheekbones. Sure, there were plenty of
piercings, tattoos and tightly-cinched waists (on those who were still
dressed, that is), but these were all real women. Fat, skinny, tall,
short, Black, Hispanic, Asian, butch, femme, encased in leather, latex
and PVC, some with little holes to make, well, their little holes more
accessible. It was, I tell you, quite a sight to behold! Prettier than
most of those scary amateur videos and less plastic than the product
out of LA. The only unfortunate thing is, I don't have it all on film!
[Written in the late '90s.]
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