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Mercy --
8-08-04
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he Gods have sensed my immense angst and pent up energies and saw fit
to bless me with the most incredible experience last night.
��� It was supposed to be a birthday party for K, a
male friend of mine who also does historical reenactment.� Recently,
I learned that K is poly amorous, and had a lengthy conversation with him
about the mechanics of it.� I am not particularly interested in poly
amoury, so my questions were general and not in any way designed to make
him think I was interested in becoming one of his partners.
��� In any case, when I arrived at the party, there
were considerably more men than women.� People were dispersed throughout
the house, and in one room there were even pillows and blankets thrown
down.� This was the "Chillin'" room.
��� It was incredibly boring for the first couple of
hours that I was there.� I found the random person to strike up conversation
with, but overall, I wasn't having the most outstanding of times.
��� Eventually, I made my way to the Chillin room, and
sat down next to R, a nice looking guy who had arrived not terribly long
after I had.� R looked very much like the guy who plays Lex on Smallville,
whom I find incredibly sexy.� He looked sharp, seemed very intelligent,
and had a great sense of humor.� While we participated in group conversations,
we tended to end up in discussions between just the two of us.
��� It wasn't long after I sat down that I found out
that R was married to M, a very sexy, very charming woman who was sitting
across from us and next to K.� After several more minutes, I began
to notice that M had her hand on K's thigh, and that K had his arm around
her and was stroking her hip.
��� I sat observing the energy in the room, and realized
that this was apparently, at least in part, a swinging event.
��� For at least two hours, R and I discussed everything
from education to religion to philosophy to morality.� He was very
interesting, and I think knowing that he was married, I felt more confident
talking to him than I would have, had I considered him a potential date.�
All I know is that had we done nothing but talk all night, I'd have come
home feeling sexually gratified.
��� But M and K were seeming to get into each other.�
On one occasion, R stood up and commented that he was going to lock himself
in a closet (in response to some comment that was made) and M said, "take
whom you want with you," and then she looked at me with that knowing wink.
��� I have to tell you that while I was flattered and
a little thrilled, I was more tense than anything.
��� There was a period when R stood up and left the
room, then returned and sat down next to his wife.� They began to
chat in something just above a whisper, and I heard reference to myself
a couple of times.� I began to feel a little rejected, because it
was quite obvious that K and M were into each other, and I knew that R
and I had made a connection . . . why wasn't he approaching me?
��� My back and shoulders began to ache from sitting
on the floor for so long, and started trying to stretch my neck and shoulders.�
When I looked up, R was standing in front of me, saying, "you look tormented,"
and he motioned for me to scoot forward so that he could sit behind me.
��� O.k., every natural instinct screamed to me, "you're
in a room, being stroked by a gorgeous man whose wife is looking right
at you!� Are you nuts?� Run away!"� But her eyes were almost
pleading.� It was quite obvious that she wanted us to hook up so that
she could go play with K.
��� It took me several minutes to begin to relax, but
R gives really great back and shoulder rubs.� I was giggly and felt
silly, but he was really patient with my nervousness and just had a really
great sense of humor about things.
��� There was a massage table set up in the garage.�
R told me that I had a free ticket if I wanted one.� I really didn't
care about the massage, but I really didn't want him to stop stroking me.
��� So we went to the garage and I laid face down on
the table.� He pulled my blouse off over my head and unfastened my
bra so that it fell to the sides of me, and then he began to rub.�
He had such a gentle touch.� Really, he had gentleness and strength
combined in a way that I can't even explain.� He was exceedingly sexy.
��� As he stroked, we talked.� We talked a lot
about what it is to be "swingers," and other relationship issues.�
I found that I was able to ask him things and say things to him that I've
never been able to say to a lover.
��� And then he started to kiss me.� God, he smelled
good.� He kissed my shoulders and my back; he kissed down my arms
and put my fingers in his mouth.� I turned to my side and he kissed
me on the mouth and it was good.
��� I never once felt self-conscious about my body with
him.� I confessed to him that I'd never expected anything like this
to happen, and that not only was I unshaven and wearing granny panties,
but that I was on my period.� He laughed good-naturedly and told me
that there are many ways to enjoy each other and that we didn't have to
do anything I wasn't comfortable with.
��� I pulled his shirt off and ran my fingers through
the soft pelt of blond hair on his chest and we continued to kiss and talk.�
We talked about movies and returned to the discussion of religions.�
How ironic, that we were doing something that would be so frowned on by
most religious standards, and yet this is what we continued to discuss
several times.
��� As we lay there, bare chest to bare chest, M came
in.� Imagine how awkward that seemed, and yet it wasn't at all.�
"I came to get permission," she said.� "Have a good time," he told
her.� And when she left, he went back to kissing me.
��� Eventually, we moved back to the Chillin' room,
which was now empty.� We locked the doors, took our clothes off, and
lay down on the floor together.
��� I won't go into the graphic details other than to
say that nothing was left undone, and DAMN, were my thighs trembling on
reaching O.� I would also like to add that throughout the night, he
chose not to Orgasm because he told me that he really just enjoys pleasing
women.
��� Although the sex and the release were amazing, the
intellectual connection was by far the best part.� He told me that
he loves how sensual I am, and that he felt lucky to be with such an attractive
woman.
��� At some point, he asked me where I thought I fit
in in this spectrum of poly amorous/swingers.� I told him that I didn't
really know; that I wasn't really looking to get into a relationship at
the moment, but that I really like sex.� I also told him that I'm
not really interested in being with other women; that I like for my partner
to be bigger than me.� He offered a theory on that, and I told him
that I could tell him exactly why that was the case for myself.� I
explained that I am always in leadership roles and rarely let someone take
care of me.� I told him that I find it very erotic to let someone
else take over.
��� I was laying on my stomach as I explained this to
him, and he had climbed on top of me and was kissing my back and shoulders.�
"Have you ever considered restraints?" he asked me.� Lord, have I!�
I have a whole drawer full.� That information seemed to please him,
and he closed himself around me.
��� We stroked and kissed each other for hours, complimenting
each other's gifts and talents.� He told me that he wanted to exchange
numbers, that he would love to get together again and often.
��� At nearly 5 AM, K and M knocked on the door.�
We threw on coverings, and opened the door, and M seemed a little less
friendly.� She reminded R that they had to be in Reno, this morning,
and they began to dress.� Before he left, he gave me his phone numbers
and e-mail address and kissed me sweetly, thanking me for a great night.�
I thanked him from the bottom of my libido.
��� Once they were gone, I remained sitting on the floor
in the Chillin' room.� K came in and asked me how I was doing, knowing
that this was the first time I'd ever done anything like this.� What
I told him was that I was really amazed that there were men out there who
could be that kind of lover.� This was by far the most erotic night
of my life.
��� K was concerned that I would feel guilty or panicky,
but I really don't.� I'm mildly concerned that perhaps M doesn't like
me as much as she originally thought she did, but not incredibly.�
Perhaps she was just tired and wanted to go home.
��� I'm surprised how very OK I am with this.�
R really set a standard for me.� Here is an educated, successful,
intelligent, outgoing, gorgeous man who was as attracted to me as I was
to him.� And he is an amazing lover.� My self-esteem has sky-rocketed.
��� I can still smell him on me. |
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