When you think about it, the whole BDSM scene is about consensual violence, a total oxymoron if ever there was one.
The most interesting toy by far was one that another couple brought: an electro play set. It had sticky pads attached to a device that delivered varying levels of voltage directly to the skin. We passed it around and most people tried it on their arms or some other low-risk body part. I was daring enough to pull down my yoga pants and try it on my clit.
Yes, I remember that night. I wanted so badly for him to put his gorgeous cock in me, but I felt like I wasn’t allowed to take that next step until you were in the room.
At one party, I was grinding with a dude who told me to check out his shorts. It felt like he had a baseball bat on his leg! He grabbed my ass and asked how much I could take. I said nine inches was about my max. He said ‘I’m packing at least ten, but I promise to be gentle’.
Anal sex hasn’t exactly been an obsession of mine. While I think of it as very intimate, the act itself just doesn’t seem worth all the trouble. Every guide to anal sex talks about the importance of going slow, and using lots of lube, because the potential for pain and injury is always present. That seems like a lot of distraction when you’re just trying to have some fun.
If you’re in the market for a sexy vacation, but you haven’t got the budget for a European or Carribean getaway, you might consider something a little different – a tour of the Toronto sex clubs.
House parties are cool mainly because they are so efficient. It’s like dating at warp speed because you can connect with a number of different couples in a single evening. But to get the most out of it, everyone has to play by the rules.