Sweetnesses- If you date or love me or just don’t wanna read about sexy times with others, skip this one. Muah!
I attended Myself! for the first time tonight with Boss, on our first ever play date. I got nervous beforehand and did this thing I often do before a big date. I didn’t want to go. It’s not that I actually don’t want to go. It’s that I get nervous. It occurs especially when it’s a first time”sexy type” date. I get all excited and look forward the date, and then all of a sudden it’s here and I feel like there is pressure and I don’t want to go because “What did I do? Setting an expectation for sex!?”. I’m a weirdo. I went and was happy to go, but on the way there I was nervous. I’ve talked to Boss quite a bit though and I knew I actually wanted to go and that whatever happened it’d be a good time. He seems like a genuinely good person and I’m quite sure it would have been no problem at all if I’d said I didn’t feel like having sex. Feeling like I could say no at any time conversely made me want to have sex again. Like I said, I’m a weirdo.
The Myself party is a masturbation-friendly party that has morphed into this really cool party with lots of things and a huge attendance. It may be one of my favorites. It’s open to members and non-members and it’s relatively cheap, and the atmosphere is pretty hot. There are rules in place to make people feel safe and it’s more open than most of the parties I’ve been to at the kink club. Pretty much anything the club allows is allowed and a few things are allowed that seem unique to this party. First, there are lots of men and lots of men masturbating. This is not allowed at most parties. I loved that! It’s funny how comfortable it made me feel to have men undressed and touching themselves, watching people play. They were just somehow… more vulnerable or not at all predatory in this way. They were just appreciators and that was less intimidating. I really liked it. It made me very comfortable to be naked and to play around them with them in various stages of undress and/or masturbating. It appealed to my exhibitionist and voyeur streaks.
Sometimes the men were invited to take part of the festivities or scenes but party-goers didn’t have to have any interaction at all if they didn’t want it. People playing could wear arm bands that indicated if they wanted to be approached or asked and it seemed people didn’t ask much without the arm band. There were all kinds of people.. kinky and vanilla, straight and gay and queer young and old and just.. everything. This too was very comfortable. There were all kinds of bodies and orientations and such.
It was pretty damn hot. There were places in back to play and be watched or interacted with as people chose and places in the midst of the crowd on the main floor to put on a show. There were chairs to watch different areas and room to mill about and see what struck your fancy. There was gay and straight porn and plenty of supplies to be safe and contain messes if you made any.
Boss and I said greetings to various people and then sat off to the side for a bit. We wandered the back room and the main floor and took in the sights and settled into conversation in our corner. At one point I laughed that we were talking about such everyday stuff while a couple writhed naked 5 feet from us and there were people watching and fucking and masturbating and spanking all around us. We went in back again after a bit and watched a lovely girl in bliss with a few men just touching her and Boss and I went around to the other side. He asked if I’d like to get up into the swing. Clothed, I did.
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