Blowjobs, basements, brotherhood, and Fleshbot.

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Sunday mornings were made for lovemaking.

My cock is hard, thick and warm between my thigh and the silk sheet. I am surrounded in comfort, dozing as I wake from slumber. A purring feline snuggles beside me.

I catch myself smiling as my mind drifts, and the pillow cradled under my arm reminds me of the Grrl's waist, its softness in my palm the softness of her tummy. The arch of her generous hip, the warm seam of her womanly behind meeting my leg, stirs in my memory. My hand would caress her tummy in restfulness, smooth itself upward to gently cup and hold her right breast, and a soft pat on her bum as I would waken and leave the bed.

Or of Shayne, sweet Shayne who continues to haunt my mind and heart and bring me to tears with her absence. In the bed of her charming one-room flat, I'd snuggle against her and rain kisses on her sleepy, scrunchy face. The morning light would glint against her sexy nosering. 'Showering my love on her,' she'd slowly waken and start to giggle, and she would feel warm and delicious and sensual as she clung to me. Her belly made me smile. She would mumble an 'I love you' into my chest as she buried her face in me, my arms tight around her. Her thighs resting against my shoulders as I would later taste her, the feel of her round bum on my lips as I kissed her there, her morning groans shifting to morning gasps as she felt that first slip of my hardness into her as the cool breeze drifted across the bed.

I miss these ladies. I love these ladies. Dancing with a crowd of anonymous women during a salsa festival yesterday, I almost came to weeping as I thought of how strongly I love, appreciate, and adore women. I live for women like Shayne and the Grrl, and my heart is filled with fullness when I remember joyful, sensual moments with them.

Remembering them and their wonderful bodies beside me in the morning sustains me when it's a cat snuggling at my side. I smile to myself, my chest swells, and I think of them.

Namedropping.

I thoroughly enjoy networking and sharing with others of like mind. Today, I enjoyed the serendipity of meeting two unique women whom I'll enjoy mentioning.

Miss Mitzy Cream and I met on the street today, me having recognized her from some past burlesque performances in my city. What a complete delight, and totally gregarious with her current plans to produce a set involving a 6-foot gramophone. She kindly reminded me that the Toronto Burlesque Festival is happening this weekend, so perhaps I'll have more tales to tell of some of the deliciously empowered women in this area who breathe new life into this sensual craft.

On a fetish-oriented networking site, I've also come in contact with Canadian fetish performer Maxine X. We met recently during a fetish social party, and now I'm enjoying some correspondence with her as we talk shop. Perhaps I should make an effort to see one of her DVDs now, mm?

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A kiss for a muse.

On a personal note, I'd like to share an open thank-you.

In addition to the lusty summer season, I must admit that in telling you about Jenny, I was also inspired by the exquisite little behind of a delicious partner-in-crime out here in the blogosphere. Really, boys and girls, you owe it to yourselves to equally enjoy Ms. Inconspicuous as much as I.

You make me salivate, beautiful one.

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What I did on my summer vacation (2).

At a sensual, clothing-optional gathering in the southern US some summers ago, I met Jenny. Jenny was deliciously cute, and while our respective partners were (consensually) elsewhere at the time, she had already given me a great blowjob in the basement of a turn-of-the-century mansion on the campgrounds.

Jenny was lithe, sweet, and charming, with thin shoulder-length blonde hair that clung to her face in the summer heat. I could easily wrap my entire arm around her torso, and I adored her cute little butt. The sight of it, two melon-like semicircles seen from above her as she had knelt before me while servicing my cock, was what sent me bursting across her drawling tongue.

We didn't get to know one another enough for her to open up to me about her furry fantasies, but the idea of her fantasizing about it as we enjoed each other kinda amused me. I wish I knew what anthropomorphic stuff was going on inside her pretty head as I fucked her.

And I did fuck her, twice, after our fun encounter in the basement that year. She approached me the next day as I was working in the registration booth for the gathering. I beamed when I saw her, and my girlfriend at the time gave me the most sarcastic, sexy smirk as she witnessed it.

Jenny and I still had the problem of finding privacy, but I settled that as she and I hung around the Mansion again. as much of an escape from the heat it was, I wanted to avoid the basement again if I could, and my salvation came when I borrowed a room key from another friend. My friend, a buxom blonde with as scandalous a reputation as my own, also smirked sarcastically as she handed me the key with a nod and a wink.

"Just don't use the bunk," she said. No problem.

Ok, I cheated a tiny bit. Taking Jenny by the hand and leading her through a crowd of other staffpeople, Jenny giggled as I brought us inside the small first-floor room. Sunlight peeked through the drawn, heavy drapes in bright shafts that pierced the otherwise dark and cluttered room. Personal camp gear, backpacks, clothing and the like were scattered on the rough floor of dark hardwood timbers. The bunk was small and unmade, but I sat on its edge for a few moments as Jenny removed her Tshirt while we necked.

Her small breasts were pressed firmly against my chest, her nipples taut and at attention, while I caressed her bare back. She undid my shorts after I removed my boots. She lowered the shorts to the floor, dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth. I closed my eyes and rested my weight on both hands as her lovely head bobbed slowly. The sound of her suckling made my blood race and my cock thicken in her mouth, and she gasped when she withdrew me to get some air and lick her lips some more.

But by now I desperately needed to see her ass. Standing, she adjusted and kept sucking me until I bent over, kissed her head, and lowered myself to the rough floor between her and the bunk. I kissed her, tasting some of my own salt on her sweet lips. I reached for her button-fly jeans and undid them.

She smiled and knelt up, giving me room to lower her pants, but gasped when she then suddently found herself across my legs and my arm coiled around her tiny waist. Her pants were in a bundle around her ankles, and as she steadied herself, I slowly lowered her cotton panties and revealed her beautiful butt to me. It was a perfect, small behind, with high cheeks like split melons covered with just a hint of light blonde peachfuzz. My cock stiffened against her belly as I caressed her ass and started giving her a light spanking.

We knew our time would be short, since we were borrowing someone else's space, so it wasn't much longer after that before I shifted her as I pulled my legs from underneath. She found herself on her hands and knees now, facing some backpacks and a shaft of light from the covered window. She licked her lips, swayed slightly, and peered at me from over her shoulder as I marvelled at the sight of her bottom and perfectly bare mound. I reached into my shorts, retrieved a condom, and slipped it on. She watched, eyes wide, and returned her gaze to meet mine silently. Her mouth was open in anticipation as she looked at my cock, and she swallowed hard.

With one hand at each cheek, fingers spread and palms warm, I parted her sweet little ass open gently. I bent over to tease her tiny dimples with the tip of my tongue. I bit her. I eased back and straightened myself, guided the tip of my cock to her folds, and slowly started to push the head of my cock inside her.

"Oh my God," she said, but we hardly spoke. Building up from slow, shallow, and steady strokes, soon she was bucking herself back against me as I fucked her deeply. I was amazed at how tight she was, and her grip on my cock had me gasping loudly. My hands held her hips and I pulled her away and back toward me easily. Her body was such a contrast to the Grrl's, whose womanly hips were wider and her thighs stronger, but I revelled in the diversity I found in Jenny's teeny form.

The floor, perhaps more than a hundred years old, was rough and demanding on our knees, and soon we were simply ignoring the pain while I bucked against her, taking her, making her voice shake as she tried to stifle her cries. She was so easy to manhandle that her pert ass smacked against me loudly and wetly as I thrust, swirled, poked, and fucked her full of dick.

A loud knocking at the door happened just as we both were straining to cum, and I laughed as I begged for just a few moments longer. Both Jenny and the female voice on the other side giggled as my friend walked away. A moment or two to regain some focus, and Jenny and I came in a rush, my cock swelling to a bursting point as I let go.

We quickly dressed and rejoined our friends, sweaty and exhausted. I grabbed us both some beers from my private stash, and we enjoyed the teasing of other staff members for the rest of the afternoon. Jenny's boyfriend later picked her up, and she blushed as she waved bye to me. Her knees looked ruined.

The gathering was almost over when we saw one another one last time that year. Most nights, the majority of the event's guests could be found around the main bonfire, itself adjacent to a wide river. Djembe and ashiko drummers would entrance all as people danced, swayed, and enjoyed the fire, the drums, the starlight. A few bottles of this or that would cheerfully pass between friends. Lovers would kiss in the glow. Poi dancers would spin their small torches in a mystic cyclone of delight. It was, in its own way, a delicious way to find the divine.

On one of these bonfire nights, Jenny ran into me and took my hand. We found a spot in the darkened wood where the brush surrounded us, but we ourselves enjoyed a small clearing at the base of a tree and against the riverbank. There, we settled on the wet grass in the darkness, the glow and thrum of the bonfire and its dancers faintly heard through the foliage. We talked, enjoyed ourselves, and soon fell to the earth in a casual embrace.

Jenny nursed on my cock slowly this time, enjoying me, before climbing on top and riding me deeply. I caressed her tummy, her tiny hips, and parted her beautiful little ass when she fell against my chest in ecstacy. We spooned in the grass. Swans coasted in the river beside us. Despite the condition of our knees, she wanted me to finish by taking her from behind again, and I gladly did. Our orgasm was casual, relaxed, and comforting.

I never saw Jenny again after that. We corresponded for a short while over email, but soon that faded too.

I haven't had opportunity to go to a similar event this year. I had hoped to take Shayne to one, and to introduce her to the sight of a bonfire through the darkened trees while enjoying me inside her. Alas.




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What I did on my summer vacation (1).

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The little sex party that could.

It had been years since I last attended a sex party, and even longer since I attended an event with such a diversity of interests and people.

I've enjoyed some time off in these last two weeks, and so I took opportunity to turn Pride this year into a personal adventure of sensual debauch and revelry. I needed it. After a burlesque show, a fetish social, a barbecue at a leatherbar, enjoying the Dyke March, and other assorted events throughout the city, I was ready for a nice conclusion. Late last week, it seemed fitting then to end my carnal cabaret with a sex party at one of the city's more bohemian clubs. For me, Pride this year was about straightfoward, sensual fun.

There's an unwritten law somewhere in the annals of sexual adventure that when word gets out that an open sex party is happening, single men will flock there in droves. You can smell it in the air.

I settled somewhere comfortable and began scanning the club, finding myself receiving a sexy smile from a brunette at the bar. It took me a moment before I realized that it was one of the evening's t-girls who was checking me out, and I smiled back while smirking to myself.

Now, for all the experiences I've enjoyed in my life, I've only been with one transgendered person, and that was early in my sexuality. It came as a serious shock to me actually, because it wasn't until after the fact that I had been informed. (Another story for another time.) Still, while not my typical scene, I'm open enough to acknowledge attractiveness when I see it, and must admit to the occasional fantasy or j/o session there. Transgendered partners remain largely uncharted waters for this particular slut, although FTMs intrigue me.

Apart from dancing and drinking, precious little was happening for the first two or three hours of the party. Bisexual porn played on a few monitors. A large blonde woman in a black corset and a charming bare behind socialized with friends. A deliciously boiish lesbian couple came, found their place at a table, and snuggled casually. A cluster here or there of seminude gay men chitchatted. Several transvestites of all ages did their best to appear bored. Individual, and presumably single, men milled around.

The brunette t-girl eventually strolled onto the dance floor and find a partner there to neck with. Their play soon developed into the first scene of the evening.

As dancers moved around them, she kissed her male friend passionately. The club was clothing-optional tonight, and it wasn't long before Guy had stripped and they were making themselves cozy on a small mat at one end of the dance floor. Pressing close, Brunette removed her top to reveal a very firm pair of breasts with tiny dark nipples. She dropped to her knees, her back to the rest of the club, and he steadied his breathing as he looked down to her head bobbing slowly.

A small circle formed around them as others watched. A second male and t-girl couple settled right next to the first pair as Second Guy lay on his back and found himself cradled and caressed by his partner. The two couples played side-by-side while several males started stroking their cocks as they stood or sat nearby. Others continued to dance. Still others mingled elsewhere. In the rafters overhead, along a catwalk that led to some private booths, even more watched from on high.

In time, both of the males found themselves on their backs, next to one another, on the mat. Their trans lovers, both striking in appearance and demanding in their sex, mounted the men in unison to get fucked. As the music thumped and the crowd watched intently, each t-girl brazenly returned the gazes focused upon them as they took their lovers in their ass, pumping and grinding themselves unabashedly.

I leaned against the DJ booth and enjoyed my drink as I casually watched this little escapade. I noticed that a heavyset Asian woman, dressed casually, was trying to peer over my shoulder to enjoy the scene. Politely, I invited her to stand in front of me, which she gratefully accepted. We made small talk as we watched the trannies fucking some fifteen feet before us.

To our left and below a small flight of stairs was a wooden restraining stanchion, a single beam set at an upward angle and bearing steel rungs for leather restraints. A blonde milf in a red dress was soon brought there by her gentlemanly companion, whereupon she leaned her torso against the beam. He slowly raised her dress over her hips, revealing her bare ass. He produced a riding crop from his belt and began administering some gentle discipline with it as two other men stood to enjoy her breasts. She rested her head and chest against the polished wooden beam, eyes closed, experiencing the sensation with tiny gasps.

My voyeuristic companion and I smiled to each other as we enjoyed them. We introduced ourselves. Yvette was married and there with her husband, who shook my hand between his long bouts of being elsewhere in the club as he abandoned his friendly spouse to the wolves.

Bad form.

Sex parties, especially good ones, are very tricky to organize. Even among a pre-screened group of like-minded people, it's always possible that someone, somewhere, will misbehave or otherwise act like an ass. At the very least (and apologies to my gender for saying this), its unfortunately true that when single, individual men are permitted to attend, the odds are that one or more of them will be the first to fuck up. Why? That's another topic.

But I wasn't too surprised when one guy, standing near Yvette and me, began poking into her personal space like a penis without conscience. Not wanting to assume any authority over this woman's experience, I quietly stood by, though directly behind her. After all, I wasn't one of the staff at this club; it wasn't my place to assume he was overstepping himself as he touched and groped and pursued upon Yvette's person.

Her body language was clear however, even if she barely opened her mouth to set boundaries apart from an "I'm fine, thank you" to Mr. Dick. Why isn't she speaking up more, I asked myself. Where was her fucking husband? And why aren't the staffpeople here paying closer attention to the scenes happening around them instead of picking up empties? My feminist awarenesses started to wreak havoc on my Top headspace.

"Are you ok? Is this guy making you uncomfortable?" He saw the look on my face and started to back off from Yvette. I felt like I was working the clubs again, but this time I didn't like it.

Yvette wasn't visibly distressed by Mr. Dick, but she wasn't having fun either. Realizing that she was new to all this and that I had done the right thing, I pointed out the posted rules-of-behaviour signage (in oneplace and with very small print) and explained that she could always go to a staffperson if she felt uncomfortable.

Still, I felt ridiculous in that I essentially ended up filling in the roles both her husband and the staff should have quick-booted themselves to. This party, I quickly realized, needed some serious help with its infrastructure, else a major incident could be likely. Despite the opportunity for genuine pansexual play, I was left unimpressed.

Me, I carried on however. Yvette's husband eventually showed himself. By then, the trannies had moved on to other men and the blonde milf was giving her partner head at one the tables near the dance floor. Other t-girls, singles, couples of various orientations had arrived and were either dancing, playing, or drinking. It was getting late, and soon my newfound friends were getting ready to go. Husband, however, couldn't resist texting Yvette when he momentarily vanished again. A friendly black fellow, he struck me as a bizarre cross between Urkel and PeeWee Herman.

Husband: I think u shld show him ur tits

"He wants me to show you my tits," Yvette laughed to me.

"Do you want to?" I smiled. She smiled back as hubby returned again, then lowered the top of her dress. He invited me to touch them. I asked her. She blinked, smiled, and said yes.

That was when I found myself holding my first pair of breasts in a little while. For me, the tunes and the dancing and the chatter all suddenly stopped as I beheld her.

I've been craving to touch Shayne again, it's true. This moment with Yvette, these few seconds of simple touch, were a small salve for me. All of my Prideweek playfulness came down to this small, tender moment.

Yvette's tanned skin glowed under the strobe lights as she revealed a large set of firm globes, capped with soft dark nipples. She wavered a little when my hands gently cupped them from the sides, squeezing lightly, and then caressing underneath and over them in a slow, tender stroke. I bit my lower lip as I enjoyed them for perhaps a hint of a moment longer than she expected. Her eyes were glazed as I moved back with a grin.

They left, smiling.

Me: That was yummy. :)
Yvette: Thank u! I had a great time speaking with u. Hope to see u again! :o)

The night was about over me too. I drifted to an upstairs area where I explored the various privacy booths that had been arranged. More bi porn showed itself on monitors, and I relaxed with another beer as I watched one on a long red leather couch. Some of the transvestites made themselves available for passers-by in the nearby booths, but by then it seemed the evening was drawing late for everyone.

A larger play area at another end of the club began drawing a crowd of onlookers. Trust those wayward single guys to sniff out the one interesting scene in a playparty, boy. Mr. Dick practically went running in that direction once it appeared to be a place of interest. I laughed to myself as I waved adieu to the disappointed TVs.

And so my evening ended as I, shoulder-to-shoulder with a crowd of desperate males, watched a blonde BBW in a red teddy with matching stockings take on three black males as she knelt over a spanking bench. One husky dude fucked her slow. Two stood near her head as she tooks turns between sucking their cocks, much to the silent pleasure of the crowd that had gathered around them.

Mr. Dick, clearly frustrated with his total lack of success with the ladies, biological or otherwise, pushed his way through the crowd to stand directly next to the woman. Quietly focused on her own cocksucking and the fucking she was receiving, she hardly seemed to notice when Dick suddenly, characteristically, groped at her swaying breast like a grocer trying to date a mango. I rolled my eyes. The dude to my immediate left, one of the guys whose cock was getting casually sucked, didn't miss a beat as he simply pushed Dick right out of the way.

It was almost 4am. I smirked about that as I finished my last beer and headed home.


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