Notes on an orgy

I was snuggled safely in between the two warm and lovely bodies of two fabulous people. She had been caning me and spanking me while I sucked his cock, shooing his black tutu away from my face. She climbed on my back and reached down to my clit, rubbing it fiercely. I clenched my thighs on her hand while she growled and giggled into my ear while I came, grinding myself on her hand and growling right back. It was late and I was feeling drowsy and gooey with these two pairs of arms around me. Ah! Life should be just like this all the time, I thought. One bothersome young man kept tweaking my nipples and I finally shooed his hand away wanting to savor the moment in peace.

Earlier, our lovely and truly gracious host gave me a delicious beating with a paddle. I laid naked on the floor of the hotel, feeling the eyes of the other people around me as he smacked my back and legs. He went for my ass and I raised up my hips, half wanting and half dreading that he would start hitting my cunt. I sucked and bit into my arm, stretching my limbs and moaning. I've realized I'm a pretty damn oral person. When someone is beating me, I want to suck on something: my fingers, their fingers, their cock, their tits. I want something in my mouth. I'm thinking of investing in some gags.

Our host also introduced me to Hendriks gin which may be the best gin I've ever had. He'll be at Winter Fire and I'm hoping he'll give me a corset piercing. I've never done any play piercing before, but who can say no to an adornment of surgical staples and black ribbon?