A few years ago, I went to a BDSM night at a local swingers club in Austin, TX. My partner was driving into town and would meet me there around 10pm. I had never been to this particular venue and had never been to a completely public play party. In the past, I had been to and hosted private invite-only events, or smaller groups of communities ‘public community’ parties, so it was quite exciting to step into a new experience and see what adventure the night held. I knew a few different groups of friends would be there, so I was excited to go explore the scene and know there would be people I knew there I could hang out with and snuggle with if I wanted to. I consider myself somewhere between an introvert and an extrovert, I prefer to go to parties with people I know but I’m quick to make friends there and a confident person in general.
The front looked much like a warehouse. It was quite dark, the roads and side streets were packed with cars lined up and people in various states of clothing all walking mostly in twos or threes up to the door; sexy business suits on muscled men, somewhat street-appropriate lingerie, short body con dresses, and harness adorned festival ware. I was in my bright purple fur coat, a lacey soft modal mini dress, and tiny pink panties. I walked from my car in strappy black heels in a little misty drizzle from the sky.
After checking in, waivers and IDs and very important paperBS later, finally it was time to enter. In a long awaited moment, I pushed open the double doors. Immediately, I heard the sound of spanking and moans to my left and the red nightclub lights sparked curiosity in my eyes. The place was packed but I immediately noticed that there was taped off areas to allow the scenes happening to keep everyone safe and allow the exhibitionists to have energetic space to drop in and feel protected from the onlookers. There was a balcony above where you could survey the whole club and a bar below.
I saw my friends ahead and said hello and then made a loop around the room, peeking into rooms with people playing on beds. A man in a suit is getting his cocked sucked by a beautiful naked woman, his hands holding her hair back from her face and gliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Two men had their mouths on a woman still in a teddy with a split crotch, one had her mouth captured and another was between the silky folds. Spanked and fucked, and stroked and teased. Some people closed the sheer curtains on the beds to allow for the illusion of privacy and others were front and center enjoying the audience as much as the audience was enjoying the show.
I saw a pole on a platform. A man in a suit was sitting on a sofa near it with a beautiful woman in his lap. I climbed on the platform. I am a dancer, I have roots in dance formally going back to my childhood and love of dance that had even 7 year-old me being a well-loved disturbance in the walkways between the rows of traditional concert halls dancing to classic rock bands with my parents cheering me on. I have loved theater, ballet, acrobatics, and partner dancing throughout my life. To the point of writing this, I have never been a stripper though I imagine I could enjoy it as I enjoy dancing and connecting and teasing. All of this to say, I am not an expert on a pole but I am an expert with my body, proficient with musicality, and strong and confident enough to lift myself and create beautiful shapes. I spun around the pole, eyes locking with the onlookers and fell into dance. Feeling my body, feeling my sexual energy rise and my turn on from the audience. Feeling the safety of the container this club allowed and winking at my friends. I could feel the sexual energy in the onlookers rising too, their faces looking with longing and their bodies tensing with excitement. I wrapped a thigh on the pole as I undulated and moved my hips. I slowly and teasingly lifted the dress over my ass and showing them a few inches before dropping it back down. It is an art to dance with grace and joy and skill and also an art to tease with just enough given and enough kept at a distance. And just when they were struggling to stay in their seats and wanted to get closer.... I blew them a kiss and danced over into the arms of a familiar face.
I had seen him while I was dancing, it was an old lover from a year or so ago. I had teased him with my dance and as much as I knew he enjoyed watching me tease the entire crowd. We will call him Mark in this story, but this is a confession you know. ;)
“Mark! So good to see you! It’s been forever.” I smile at him and sit in his lap, biting my lip. “Are you still with Kim?” He was there alone, and while we had stayed friends for the past year or so, we hadn’t played while he’d been focused and devoted to his lady he had wanted to build a life with. Mark was positively edible, his muscles looked good and his eyes as blue as I remember.
“No,” he replied, “It wasn’t a match unfortunately. We decided to part ways a month or so ago. Is Zach here?” Zach, which we will call my partner of many years, as we know, was not there yet.
“He’ll be here later,” I say, “around ten, he’s getting back in town from business. Have you ever been here before?” I asked him.
“This is my first time,” he said.
“Mine too,” I say.
We walk around together arm in arm and talk about what is turning us on and what we’re not that into. As we know from our previous experience, we are very much into the same things. We spot a couple of our friends on a big round bed making out, their hands teasing between each other’s legs. It wasn’t the visual but their sounds and passion and familiarity that drew me in. Mark knew them as well and when they saw us they gave us a sultry beckon to join them on the bed, his cock was already touching with her sopping wet entrance, and their eyes heavy with desire. I walked up and trailed a finger along his spine where he was propped up on his knees above her. I gave her a knowing smirk. Mark climbed on the bed and traced a finger on the side of her cheek before lifting her chin into a deep kiss.
He plunged into her while looking me straight in the eyes and savored the feeling of sweet depth and connection. I placed my hand on his back, feeling his energy and pressed my forehead to Mark’s back, my other hand running my fingertips up and down his skin, grabbing and scratching his skin as our friend’s lovemaking turned us both on. He leaned up from his kiss with her, her partner taking her mouth again and turned to me. We took a deep breath together. It had been a long time since we connected sexually but we could sense our mutual desire. I sat in his lap yab-yum and we checked in. We clarified our mutual intentions and desires, aftercare preferences, meaning, sexual safety, and cultivated our softness and care. We were a match in terms of our desires and places we are in our life.
He traced his finger down the side of my face and looked me in the eyes, we pressed our foreheads together. His finger traced over my lips before grabbing my face and pulling me into a kiss. His lips were divine, his hands holding my body to his. We were both quite tantric and we played with our energy and turn on. Tease and anticipation and softness mixed with primal desire. We played fervently, pulling away enough to allow the crowd to watch every move of our hands and mouths around each other’s bodies. I loved and worshiped his cock. He made me melt with his precision of his energy and his desire.
I hadn’t even noticed the crowd we had drawn, I hadn’t noticed my partner standing beside me, a polite 3 or 4 feet from the bed. His muscles looking so good in his business suit. His eyes showed me how much he enjoyed watching me enjoy myself. He and Mark met eyes in silently snarling understanding. I invited my partner over but he shook his head, preferring to watch. I bent over and took my lover’s cock in my hand, squeezing it and looked up at him before turning to my partner, locking eyes with him as I slid my lover’s cock all the way into my mouth. My partner shook with the sexual energy and desire that hit him like a bolt of lightning. He watched as I licked my lover’s large beautiful cock, and just barely pulled my teeth on the edge of his head. I kissed up his body and mounted him straddling his cock between my legs but not inside. I was ready to be taken, but not by him.
The entire ride home from my first tantric sex party my partner’s hands were rubbing thighs with desire. He knew I wanted him to make sure I knew I was his. I bent over and worshiped his cock while he drove, making his large cock swell in my hands and mouth. The perfect shape. Such familiarity.
When we got home, he lay me down in bed and took my mouth with his and made love to me sweetly, and then roughly, and the sweetly again, falling asleep with his cock inside me still connected, and when we roused in the night we made love again.
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