Sexuality Happens

A couple of weeks back, I took Q to a local TNG play party.  After our first (and at this point, only) experience going to a play party together, I was nervous as to how it might turn out.

Luckily, this party was far less fail than the last won.  In fact, one might say that it was win.

We show up, and Q is packing the delicious Mr. Man dildo underneath her boxers and cargo shorts. She’s dressed like a punky high school boy, or perhaps a nerdy college kid. I’m in my sexy teacher/professor outfit; a knee length pin strip skirt with a flare at the base, a black button down that just can’t seem to stay buttoned (with a visible red bra underneath), vintage wing tip heels, and leopard print underwear beneath it all.

I lead her back to the medical room (the most private play area in this very open space), and have her lie back on the medical exam chair as I pull her cock out of her pants, and slowly and tantalizingly begin to suck on in. As it’s the Mr. Man, her clit can feel all of the suction as I her her a blow job, still standing up in my heels.  I’m teaching her, you see, a lesson in cock sucking.

Then I ask what she’d like to learn next, as I run my knife all over her exposed skin. She asks me if I’d show her how to ride someone, and after unbuttoning my shirt, and hiking my skirt up around my waist, I climb onto the table, and fuck myself on her cock as her hips ride up, bucking into me.  You can’t quite see what’s going on with the flare of my skirt in the way, and a few viewers were surprised to see me sucking cock…but we knew what was happening, and how fucking hot it was.

At this point, I was getting pretty bloody horny, and as fun as a nice cock is, I wanted Q’s hand inside me.  We put the Fascinator throe on the table for easier clean up, and I took off the remaining clothing and shoes, and climbed up.  Now it was her turn to show me what she’d learned as she ran a knife over my breasts, stomach, down my thighs and back up to my vulva, gently scraping it against my lips.

With some lube, and a the hitachi ready to go, she started fucking me. It felt so good that I was so loud…and was told to quiet down. Sheepishly, we continued, as I tried to keep my moans inside – a tough feat with someone like Q fucking my brains out. Eventually, her whole hand slid into me, and she was fisting me, and eventually punch fucking me. Of course, I was squirting all over the place- good call on the throe!

At one point, the Hitachi pulled out of the wall, and we had to engage some by-standers to help us plus it back in. But then again, stuff like that always happens with us, so no worries.

More fisting and moans, until eventually I was flying so high it was like being on drugs, and we did a quick clean up before headed to the aftercare room for some epic cuddling.

I think we scared some of those who had never seen fisting before, intrigued some others, and were told by many how much they enjoyed the scene.

Denver may not have a lot of public queer play, but when we do it, we do it big.

I’d say it was a success!

-Essin’ Em