I didn't have any particular plans for the weekend, so I was extra happy when Jocasta asked if I wanted to be suspended after Lynsey. We were both suspension virgins and after watching her trussed up and blissed out I definitely wanted a go. I always had a slight fear of being suspended. I always thought it would be kind of painful and not in a good way. I could not have been more wrong!
I stripped down and Jocasta and Zelda went to work, quickly and efficently figuring out the best way to string me up. It was like watching a combination of engineers and artists. I loved listening them work together, the talk of two people who really loved what they did and were really good at it. Soon, I was hanging sideways in what Lynsey described as a "flying superhero" pose. I was regretting having the red "no photos" wrist band. I would have loved getting a picture of it.
My head was held up with a scarf that covered my eyes and the world just melted away. After some minor adjustments, I was just floating. Weightless. It wasn't like being in a hammock, it was like being a hammock. It was so very delicious. I felt like a little kid. Until the Hitachi hit my clit and all hell broke loose. I swung back and forth with the sting of a cane in the back and a vibe in the front, giggling and moaning at the same time...
I'll just say this: orgasms on land are mighty fine. Orgasms in the air are even better.
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I remember my first orgasm while in suspension- it was also in a sideways pose...
It was definitely very, very good.
Though nothing was quite like camp when I came for like 20 minutes straight up in the air!
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