For my birthday this year, I wanted a sexual fantasy. I wanted to be the submissive center of attention for 15 minutes at a sex club. My leather daddy is out of town for Burning Man so I’m didn’t get the VIP treatment he spoiled me with in May. I put too much faith in chance and planned my party poorly. I ended up with two enthusiastic men but I’m no stranger to the devil’s threesome so it was a lackluster event in my greater scheme. It’s my fault really. Shouldn’t have expectations in the first place.
The actual experience wasn’t bad. One of the men is someone I consider a good friend that I can trust with my safety. The other was an eager stranger that invited himself into the scene far too readily. I should have known better. They each went down on me, one more skillfully than the other. Marlon Rando took it upon himself to eat a menthol mint before sucking on my clit. At first I didn’t mind the unexpected surprise. Improvisation is what I was looking for. Unfortunately the aggressive persistence of his oral attention wore me thin.
By the time my regular partner penetrated me I was numb with minty flavor. I tried to power through but I didn’t recover from the initial attack. I politely begged both men off of me. They would stroke my thighs and play with my nipples before trying to position for more sex. I had to keep putting each of them off. They seemed to think I wanted it despite saying I didn’t. I came twice while they sucked on my pussy and frankly, didn’t expect more than that. Before we stopped, I let them each get a good pound or two in before I called it but that’s just because I’m nice.
If I’m being honest, I would have grabbed two of the younger blank-faced spectators lining the audience. It’s not that I’m not attracted to the two men willing to please me – it’s just eagerness puts me off. Deep down, I want the raw lust only found in the form of a stranger that didn’t think he was getting laid that night. In my fantasy there are multiple sets of hands clambering to stroke my skin and pinch my nipples. In my ideal world, the dark-skinned gentleman in the corner locks eyes with me and wraps his chocolate brown arms around my naked body while worshiping my tits with his mouth.
Alas, I planned poorly and my final night at the CSPC was lackluster as a result. I know I’ll have more opportunities to indulge my dirty side and I’m not frustrated about sex in general. I think the lesson is that fantasies come to those who help themselves. With some coordination and good timing I can probably get my fantasy night put together for next year’s birthday. By then I should have a wider array of toys at my disposal and, hopefully, improved vocabulary for what I want.