Submissive Sunday: Don’t dream it – be it: Part 2 – Getting the experience

I know it’s been all quiet this week and I didn’t even write on Flashback Friday – sorry for that! It was a reassy busy and stressful week that involved not only two exams but also a round trip of about 1100 km to go to an interview. Normal service resumes as of now! I’ll pass you over to Magenta’s follow-up post. – Dexxx

So, some of you may have read my first blog about how the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” at the age of 15 inspired me to:

 
1) Finally really knowing that I get quite turned on by guys woman’s underwear, suspenders and a fair amount of make up 
 
2) Going after your dreams, which in my case is having sex with guys in woman’s lingerée (there should be a “VICTOR’S Secrets” line!) and living my sexual fantasies….oh dear lovers!!…that calls for a whole other blog….strap-ons…nylons…teacher and school girl roleplay….gay sex….lesbian sex….cougar fantasies…I mean SOMEONE’S GOT to teach them, right?! 😉
 
…Where was I? Right…getting the action on aka “Don’t dream it – be it.” 
 
So it’s “just” about 18 years later, people have access to the internet on a regular basis and I am in my early 30s. 
It’s also 8 years of living in 4 different relationships as a straight woman, 2 girlfriends and living as a bi-sexual and lesbian, couple of shags and (drumroll!!!) 5 years and another 2-3 years of NO SEX AT ALL later. (How did THAT happen???!!!… It’s ME! I started consciously being sexually active when I was 11, ELVEN!!!! ..Right..I was all caught up in my spiritual work and ‘finding myself’ without any…let’s call them ‘mood-enhancers’ 😉 
 
For the past couple of years (when I had PLENTY of time – because I didn’t have sex) I was reading and hearing about all kinds of different ways of how people are actually expressing their sexuality. Men fucking men, women strapping it on, fierce finger fucking, men dressing as women, women dressing as guys, people living in polyamorous aka multiple relationships….Let alone the whole “gender-discussion” (YES! There are more than 2 genders! In fact there is one Native American tribe who has more than 45 genders!
You have the male and the female on opposite sides, being intersexed is in the middle and in between you find all different ways of expressing/being yourself.)
Also I was (and still am) watching a fair amount of mainly queer porn which was not only exciting but also quite inspiring. (If you have a vag and no nice big cock – just strap it on! And YES you actually can fuck someone with just your fingers REALLY hard!)
 
I also experienced 2 earth shattering life events which were both accompanied by one thought “I don’t want to die – I need to have more sex!”
So with the “Rock Horror Show” Inspiration and a (bare-)back-pocket full of newly acclaimed sexual wisdom I was on my way to the best place you can think of for getting shagged and having your most extraordinary sexual fantasies fulfilled: A queer sex party.
 
What to wear…? I went for a nude mini-dress…minor see-through in the boob area. This time just the dress, no nylons but classy as always: no underwear.
 
When I arrived on my bike I was nervous…fidgeting with my bicycle lock, checking my cell over and over again. “Do I really want to go in? What if it’s weird? If people are strange? If it’s a club where they smoke I have to leave immidiatly…!!!”
A mix of healthy worries and cranky excuses popped into my head. 
Suddenly 2 other people arrived, locking their bikes next to mine. Quick check: Young, stylish haircut, fake feather eye-lashes…guy and a girl. Party guests obviously.
“Hi” – HELP! They are talking to me…I was to frozen to answer anything. 
“What the fuck…” I thought to myself…”I will just have a peak and if it’s to tacky whacky I will be out of there in 5 minutes!”
 
I bravely followed the couple inside the location. As we were taking off our jackets my eyes got caught on a pair of nylons….on men’s legs! Gorgeous legs!!!
My eyes continue their journey up to suspenders and sparkly eyes that are to die for…accentuated by (drumroll!!!) eyeliner and mascara! 
THANK GOD I did go in!!!!! 
I rarely saw such a beautiful male body that was surrounded by the most gentle female energy – I actually felt more male than my opposite. 
The girl was quite cute, too! Short, stylish hair cut, tattoos (YES!!!), piercings, kind of the clean punk rock style I fancy….WAY TO GO!!! 
 
So we all sat down on the comfy huge couch in front of the bar and started chatting. GOD…the nylons….the face…the eyeliner…AND the girl…ooooft!!!
“Do you see anyone you like?” asks the punk chick. (I’ll call her P.) “Well, actually…the both of you are quite hot…”
“What do you think?” asks the girl her erotically endued escort. (Let’s call him E.) S/he looks up like a shy elf, smiling at me, looks down fidgeting with her beer bootle, looks at my face again…smiling. “Yes..”
…the three of us start fondling each other…P: “Let’s go down stairs…” …passing by the “play safe bar”, taking condoms, lubricant and an impressive amount of black latex gloves for the finger fucking action.
 
As we are making our way down the very “classy” black spiral staircase we hear the sound of hands spanking someone, people moaning and groaning…some couples are well hidden behind velvet curtains another lesbian couple is getting it on right there in front of us. (Awesome!…I love this place!)
 
“Where shall we go?” asks E. “How about right here in front of the stairs?” I suggest. EVERYONE who is going to walk down the stairs is going to see us! Love it! Exhibitionist mode ON! (I looove being the center of attention…and arousal.)
The three of us instantly start making out…hands are everywhere. The punk chick and I start kissing, I pull in E. closer, gently stroking his nylons. Our threesome is like one long erotic sex-flow. No talking needed. Oh, how I love touching boobs and looking someone deep into their eyes while I finger fucking them to pleasure paradise…even better, getting finger fucked myself from behind with a glimpse of mesh stockings. I fuck in paradise!
 
I don’t know how long the 3 of us were getting it on but it must have been 2 hours or so at least. I can say without a doubt that we were completely FUCKED afterwards 😉
After some post-sex cuddling we were getting ourselves together for going upstairs again: E. is getting dressed. “May I put your nylons back on you?” I ask. “Yes.” s/he smiles.
I slowly let the mesh stocking glide up his leg, one after the other, attaching the nylons to the suspenders…loosing myself in every moment the soft fabric is touching his skin. 
 
Back upstairs onto the comfy couch. 3 smiling faces…3 happy bodies, 3 pair of hands fondling each other. 
A bit later P. is getting ready to leave. 
 
E. and I decide to stay just a little bit longer. What quickly turned into a lot longer….
“You are sooo sexy.” I say. “You, too. I love your hair and the tattoos.” says E. We start kissing again…my hand finds it’s way to his stockings.
“Shall we go downstairs again?” s/he asks. 
 
Off we went AGAIN, passing by the “play safe bar” AGAIN, taking an impressive amount of black latex gloves AGAIN…
 
This time with just the two of us it seems even more intense: E. looks deeply into my eyes while gently letting his fingers glide into me….s/he gets really turned on..starts breathing heavily as my fingers make their way up his ass. …”Let’s masturbate together” E. gently groans into the action. Love it….!
It must have been ANOTHER 2 hours we were completely lost in the sensual sexual tossing tension right there in front of the staircase where everyone could watch.
Someone actually did: As E. and I were spooning another guy in woman’s underwear is approaching us: “Thanks for allowing me to watch…” (I was so optimally occupied I didn’t notice) “May I join you?” Sure! More guys in lingery! 
So there I was. Fucked. SO FUCKED…in between 2 male bodies beautifully wrapped in saucy underwear.
 
I left happy with a hickey and E’s phone number which led to another date and more fucking the next day – But that’s another blog to write 😉
 

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