Okay. I completely forgot to mention one of the more fabulous things that happened Friday night after dinner. I was walking back to my cabin when I get stopped by the cutest girl ever. She had this sweet little body and this cute, boyish haircut that I'm a total sucker for. Well, she starts chatting me up. I'll repeat. She starts chatting me up. She's asking me what I'm into, what I like, girls / boys, whatever. I tell her I'm mostly straight while staring like a tool at her tits in this tiny gold bikini top. We part ways having decided that at some point that weekend, I would be tied to a tree, blindfolded, ears plugged, and fucked by various people including herself with a strap-on (this would be FireGirl, by the way). We parted ways and I walked back to my cabin a little dazed. It was like a stranger came up to me on the street and said, "You seem cool. Here have this winning lottery ticket." Unfortunately, due to some over-exuberance in the dungeon, we weren't able to make it happen, but she more than made up for it. But, back to day three:
For some reason the dining hall was always so damn hot, so I decided to take my Froot Loops outside where I ran into my partner from the Erotic Energy and had a lovely chat.
After breakfast was the "special class". This was Buried Alive. Great, so now I have one more thing to add to my to-do list. You pluck a few cherries out and a few more grow in their place. I was surprised that there weren't as many people there. Maybe I'm more square than I thought, but to me watching a woman get pounced on by 5 or 6 people, head hooded, arms and legs bound and dumped in a box in the ground is not something I would see on an average day. Learning how much dirt to shovel on the lid before it's too heavy to lift off, is a tidbit of information I think would be pretty interesting to know. Come on! How often do you get to be buried alive? I'll say one thing, that dirt falling on the lid is a lot louder than I expected.
After two hours in the pool trying to escape the humidity, I became the replacement support person for a young woman at the Energy Pull. I then bravely went to dinner wearing nothing above the navel but a pair of black and silver striped pasties (and still sweated like a pig in there. I was basically naked and I was still sweating).
After dinner was a single-tail scene with Zelda. It was outdoors, under the stars. There was a delicious breeze. I gripped the bars of the basketball net as she took her time warming me up from flogger to flogger, from thuddy to a little stingier, until the single-tail. It was hot. Really, really hot. I felt kinda bad-assed. I think a lot of what I dig about BDSM is the bad-assedness factor.
Since we were right by the barn, I dipped in to get some water and oh, yeah! English Lucky Paul's Fucking Machines were happening in there. After some after chat with Zelda, I zipped back into the barn where I became very good friends with a Kitchen Aid.
I did a quick run through the Sex-O-Rama and felt my libido fall along with my energy. The rest of the night was spent chatting with on the cabin porch, drinking Maker's Marks and watching the spiders.
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