My first shibari
So today was another private party. Honestly, it was hands down the best event we’ve been to. Not because the venue was better or the guests were better, but because I relaxed into it and had the absolute best time.
Play #1 – Simon
Simon from the interracial party and mini gangbang arrived after us (and we were already a little late). He clocked me immediately and headed straight over with a warm smile and big hug.
After a month of soul searching I know what I really need from swinging: to feel chosen, not the back-up. Simon does this in spades. He smiles easily, he’s tactile, and when he’s with me his gaze doesn’t wander. I feel chosen. He told me he wanted me, and although I hesitated, I knew I would go with him.
He grabbed a drink, got changed, and met us in the dungeon. It was light, cool, and quiet. Once settled on the bed we started with kisses.
Nothing wild, nothing kinky - just vanilla, but exactly what I needed. He lavished attention on my boobs and nipples, then explored my pussy with his hands. His touch was slow and deliberate, stroking my clit with a rhythm that had me swirling in pleasure. I stroked his thick cock a few times but I wasn’t in any rush.
Holding that boundary - my pleasure first - was hard. I feared that if I didn’t drop to my knees, he might walk away. But he didn’t. Instead, he knelt before me and kissed my lips down there too. Gentle, slow, intoxicating. Not the 100mph “let’s make her cum” routine but just pleasure.
And for his few minutes of giving he got so much more back in return. He laid back now and I kissed his hard cock and then started to suck. I love it. To deliver pleasure like that. The noises and grunts and movements. Simon had grabbed his condom when he moved to lay down and I picked it up and said it was time. I lowered myself on to him and started that familiar, glorious grind. Simon is thick and solid and fits so perfectly between my long legs. He never stopped his attention on me either. From slapping and grabbing my arse, to playing with my boobs and touching my clit. And his touch was perfect. Together we moved and he had me cumming hard over his cock.
Then he moved me onto that odd cushion. Slow and deep, his finger circling my clit, I shuddered with more waves of orgasm-like pleasure until he came.
Play #2 – NorfolkBoy
Now NorfolkBoy was one I spoke to at length before the party. Puppy dog eyes, the cutest smile although a smaller frame by his own description. I doubted he’d want me.
When we met at the bar he didn’t use our agreed code word for “I’m interested.” Even when prompted. I assumed I wasn’t his type and walked away, a bit deflated.
Later I saw him again, and in the corridor I checked in. Told him I understood I wasn’t for him, wished him a great time at the party. But he stopped me. “No, no, I do want to play with you!”
We tucked ourselves behind the DJ booth.
First his kiss. Tender and gentle. He kissed with passion and desire but he didn’t give my tonsils an assault! He kissed my neck and chest and showed the same tenderness to my nipples. Gentle and deliberate. I often stroked his leg but made no moves for more. I was happy to allow him to set the pace. And the gentle meandering continued. I loved it. He started to touch my pussy first. The way his touch was laser point precise on my clit but gentle and he looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and a warm smile. He was reassuring and kind. He touched me and allowed me to enjoy it all and then asked if I wanted him to go down on me. I said “if you ask, I will always so no. I’m here playing with you, so do what you want with me”. And he grabbed my hips, pulled them closer and began, the best oral I think I have had swinging. His tongue was magic. Both firm and soft and the type that sends waves of electricity through my body. I think if I wasn’t so aware of him kneeling on a tiled floor probably in the most uncomfortable position I would have came hard from the incredible sensations.
It was time to return the favour. I moved away and kissed him. The taste of him and my pussy sweet as fucking honey.
But after the build up, the kisses and touch, nothing. Even with me teasing his body with kisses, his cock lay there like a sad cocktail sausage left alone on the buffet.
Then Mr knelt behind me, fingering both pussy and arse. My body reacted, and slowly NorfolkBoy’s cock woke up and he stood to fuck my mouth. It was sloppy and intense now. My chin and neck soaked, tears streaming down my face and his smile looking down at me like I was the good girl he had been waiting for.
He asked to fuck me and I happily agreed. On my back, suited up, he slid in with the perfect pace. It felt incredible. It wasn’t adventurous, but it was a great fuck. He came quickly and later messaged me: “I still can’t get over how fast you made me cum. That puss is magic.”
Not bad for a cocktail sausage.
Play #3 – Big J
We’d spoken briefly through the day. Cute accent. Tall. Intense. When he sat next to me, the conversation went straight to kink and limits.
Soon he was leading me to the dungeon. He began tying me up. I’d never considered shibari before as I didn’t want to look like a tied-up pork joint but I felt good and decided I was feeling up to trying it.
His hands would stroke across my body as he started to tie my body into a rope corset. then hands bound together and behind my head. Forced to my knees to suck his cock and take his extraordinary length down my throat. It was my first time being bound and he left it only a short while before untying me and allowing me to roam around his body before he bent me over and fucked me to his climax.
So why was this special?
- Simon zoned in on me the moment he arrived, with eyes for no one else.
- NorfolkBoy owned his mistake and gave me tenderness and pleasure I hadn’t expected.
- Big J tied me, fucked me, and kept all the attention on me.
I didn’t need to be in giving mode to be enjoyed. And that realisation made this the best party yet.
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