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Damn, I can't find a link to show my newest favourite toy to you all. I bet Fun Factory's site is in German. Today, it gave me four intense orgasms. Julius helped me out for the last one. He threatened to throw my new blue toy out the window because he hadn't heard me scream like that in a long time.
"But- but- you're more fun to sleep with!"
"You didn't sleep with me four times today!"
Leave it to my lover to get jealous of an inanimate object. ;) I told him, all he'd have to do is learn to vibrate like a hummingbird, and I'd gasp at the slightest touch of his finger or cock.
Oh, here's a link for all you Providence-area folks. Craigslist is here! Not much there yet, but it's growing by the day. I just heard about it yesterday.
I suppose I better talk about the weekend, now that I've recovered from it a little. I knew it was going to be a blast, because whenever Bob appears, fun things happen. She and her lover (an oldish but nice guy named Rob who she hooked up with at BiCamp) came over on Friday evening. Kitty came by, and we cooked up a feast of quiche, rosemary potatoes, broccoli, and Julius' wonderous rack of lamb.
After dinner, Kitty started making noises about going off to a friend's party. Bob responded by pulling her clothes off and instructing her to lie on the table. She was tied in place and eventually gagged, to soften the loudness of her giggles and half-hearted protests.
I played with her a little, but was much more interested in my role as the photographer. I have to find erotic photography communities on LJ and ask them about where I can get those steamy pictures developed. It's possible my usual place won't mind. I'll call them and ask.
Kitty was tied on the table specifically to become dessert. After a bit of feather and ice-play, she got thoroughly whipped creamed, chocolate syruped, and sprinkled liberally with colourful candies. Bob's a great top. I'd love to co-top with her again sometime, especially if she lets me top from the sidelines. I love voyeurism . . . it's highly erotic for me to pretend to be a cool observer/photographer.
Compared with her yowls and howls at BiCamp, Kitty came almost silently. Oh, well. I have some lovely pictures of her as dessert.
Kitty showered and left soon after. Bob and Rob let me continue my voyeur mode, though. My last time actually seeing friends fuck was many years ago, and they were hidden under blankets. This time, I was sitting at the perfect angle to watch some delightful sex. Much better than porn, just as I had figured. I really enjoyed how much Rob was teasing Bob . . . that's just what I have fantasized about, particularly with womyn.
I crawled into bed before they finished, as much as I liked the visual treat, I knew I needed rest. I guess I'm as much of an exhibitionist as a voyeur, though. I wasn't particularly quiet while Julius was making me come on Saturday morning.
I don't remember much of the preparations on Saturday. We went shopping for food, soda, and sex toys. I had absolutely no pre-party jitters. I think that must've been Bob's fault, she kept the atmosphere light and fun. Also, the apartment was really ready. All clean, except for vacuuming. We napped until an hour before the actual start time. I did a little running around, but soon settled into a properly vicious game of Pac-Man. I suck at the video game, but I'm brutal at the board game. After that, a few rounds of Brawl with Dave to warm me up for a four-person Rage game. I taught three new people, but since they were all experienced Magic players (and three were Werewolf LARP players), they learned fast. I think I won the second game. As people set up RISK in the kitchen, I drifted into a lively game of Encore. As you'd expect, both me and Soxboi rock at that game: luckily, we picked opposite sides. We had plenty of volleys that were just us going back and forth. If we were freestyle rappers, I'm sure we'd do some awesome battles. The last few people around wanted to play Cranium, and I zestfully agreed. livingdeath and I are both kick-ass at the Creative Cat category.
I had wanted to play spin-the-bottle, since I expected three people I wanted to kiss to show up. Fawn didn't come, since she was helping her mom move, and the boy showed up scruffier than even Julius lets himself get. He had a half-grown beard on his otherwise nice face. Ugh, why would I want to kiss a hobo? Otto was the first- and likely the last- bearded lover. Facial hair just doesn't do it for me, I like my boys looking young. :P
Well, maybe he'll come shaven to the 90's party, and maybe the womyn will both be there, too. A spin-the-bottle game at a 90's party is perfectly appropriate, since my adult games of spin-the-bottle happened in the mid-90's.
I have to start collecting 90's music for that. But first, erosines. Or as most of you call them, valentines. If you're on my friends list, please email me with your snail-mail address if you'd like a paper (or CD) valentine. eetmewithtoast@livejournal.com
Like last year, I'll make an animated one and stick it in a friends-only post. I just have to figure out web hosting before Feb. 14.
"But- but- you're more fun to sleep with!"
"You didn't sleep with me four times today!"
Leave it to my lover to get jealous of an inanimate object. ;) I told him, all he'd have to do is learn to vibrate like a hummingbird, and I'd gasp at the slightest touch of his finger or cock.
Oh, here's a link for all you Providence-area folks. Craigslist is here! Not much there yet, but it's growing by the day. I just heard about it yesterday.
I suppose I better talk about the weekend, now that I've recovered from it a little. I knew it was going to be a blast, because whenever Bob appears, fun things happen. She and her lover (an oldish but nice guy named Rob who she hooked up with at BiCamp) came over on Friday evening. Kitty came by, and we cooked up a feast of quiche, rosemary potatoes, broccoli, and Julius' wonderous rack of lamb.
After dinner, Kitty started making noises about going off to a friend's party. Bob responded by pulling her clothes off and instructing her to lie on the table. She was tied in place and eventually gagged, to soften the loudness of her giggles and half-hearted protests.
I played with her a little, but was much more interested in my role as the photographer. I have to find erotic photography communities on LJ and ask them about where I can get those steamy pictures developed. It's possible my usual place won't mind. I'll call them and ask.
Kitty was tied on the table specifically to become dessert. After a bit of feather and ice-play, she got thoroughly whipped creamed, chocolate syruped, and sprinkled liberally with colourful candies. Bob's a great top. I'd love to co-top with her again sometime, especially if she lets me top from the sidelines. I love voyeurism . . . it's highly erotic for me to pretend to be a cool observer/photographer.
Compared with her yowls and howls at BiCamp, Kitty came almost silently. Oh, well. I have some lovely pictures of her as dessert.
Kitty showered and left soon after. Bob and Rob let me continue my voyeur mode, though. My last time actually seeing friends fuck was many years ago, and they were hidden under blankets. This time, I was sitting at the perfect angle to watch some delightful sex. Much better than porn, just as I had figured. I really enjoyed how much Rob was teasing Bob . . . that's just what I have fantasized about, particularly with womyn.
I crawled into bed before they finished, as much as I liked the visual treat, I knew I needed rest. I guess I'm as much of an exhibitionist as a voyeur, though. I wasn't particularly quiet while Julius was making me come on Saturday morning.
I don't remember much of the preparations on Saturday. We went shopping for food, soda, and sex toys. I had absolutely no pre-party jitters. I think that must've been Bob's fault, she kept the atmosphere light and fun. Also, the apartment was really ready. All clean, except for vacuuming. We napped until an hour before the actual start time. I did a little running around, but soon settled into a properly vicious game of Pac-Man. I suck at the video game, but I'm brutal at the board game. After that, a few rounds of Brawl with Dave to warm me up for a four-person Rage game. I taught three new people, but since they were all experienced Magic players (and three were Werewolf LARP players), they learned fast. I think I won the second game. As people set up RISK in the kitchen, I drifted into a lively game of Encore. As you'd expect, both me and Soxboi rock at that game: luckily, we picked opposite sides. We had plenty of volleys that were just us going back and forth. If we were freestyle rappers, I'm sure we'd do some awesome battles. The last few people around wanted to play Cranium, and I zestfully agreed. livingdeath and I are both kick-ass at the Creative Cat category.
I had wanted to play spin-the-bottle, since I expected three people I wanted to kiss to show up. Fawn didn't come, since she was helping her mom move, and the boy showed up scruffier than even Julius lets himself get. He had a half-grown beard on his otherwise nice face. Ugh, why would I want to kiss a hobo? Otto was the first- and likely the last- bearded lover. Facial hair just doesn't do it for me, I like my boys looking young. :P
Well, maybe he'll come shaven to the 90's party, and maybe the womyn will both be there, too. A spin-the-bottle game at a 90's party is perfectly appropriate, since my adult games of spin-the-bottle happened in the mid-90's.
I have to start collecting 90's music for that. But first, erosines. Or as most of you call them, valentines. If you're on my friends list, please email me with your snail-mail address if you'd like a paper (or CD) valentine. eetmewithtoast@livejournal.com
Like last year, I'll make an animated one and stick it in a friends-only post. I just have to figure out web hosting before Feb. 14.