[Wonderland](http://wonderlandnewyork.com/) is magical and mystical and sexual. Last night we almost didn’t go because of scheduling and other conflicts (and because not all of our experiences in this domain have been positive lately—Halloween, I’m looking at you), but I’m glad we made the effort to get out.
The invitation is firm on its costume policy and we see why. As we entered the venue we felt a little like Quentin Coldwater in *The Magicians* finding Brakebills for the first time. A somewhat dingy urban streetscape gives way to a land of brightly coloured and exotic strangers, many equipped with gorgeous fairy wings, large battle axes, and gorgeous masks. The music beckons us inside and soon we are meeting strangers, flirting with whoever we see, and sipping fizz.
We start dancing and people watching. At first we know no one, which makes the party more exciting. Women dressed as fairies make out with each other, their gossamer wings brushing our torsos and faces as they lose sense of the rest of the world amid the kiss.
A duo breaks apart and giggles at each other, I think because one fairy is very familiar with kissing and petting another girl while the other isn’t. C smiles at them, the inexperienced girl smiles back, C beckons her, and they find themselves in an intense three-way kiss, or, more accurately, C finds herself switching from girl to girl, while both of them caress and touch her. One girl particularly knows how to touch C’s nipples and she responds to C’s response.
I get close to that girl and dance with her from behind. She glances back and smiles. I smile at her and put my hands lightly on her hips while she kisses C. I ask quietly, “Is this okay?” she says yes. I kiss her neck and feel her body undulate against me. I press my right hand against her flat taut stomach, my fingers pointing down, and ask if this is okay. She says yes again. Slowly but inexorably I move my hand beneath her thong. The other girls protect her from being seen fully. I find that the kissing and dancing have excited her greatly, and she leans into me while C and the other girl kiss her neck. I play with her for a time, which she enjoys, but it is too crowded and too distracting for me to take her all the way. Nonetheless the foreplay is exciting and eventually the two girls break off to go to the back room.
We never got their names.
We keep dancing until we tire. C wants to find the backroom and so do I. We take off our shoes and leave our drinks at the aperture. Inside there are already maybe 20 or 25 people in various configurations. The setup is ideal, with a mixture of low beds and couches that facilitate an array of positions. We assume one near the door and begin making out. The kissing is always sensual and pleasurable but something about last night elevates it. Our lips play against each other and I find C’s neck, whisper against it. I find C’s ears and nibble. I find her breasts and like around her nipple till she can’t take it anymore and then finally give her a very gentle bite on it till she squirms.
Unfortunately she cannot fully participate, but she is wildly turned on and demands that my pants come off (did I mention that I was shirtless all night? Perhaps that is why I kept being fondled on the dance floor). Another couple is seeking space and sees a free spot next to us and asks if they can join. We say yes. Something about us cues them and they say [they remember us from Killing Kittens](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/150780477759/about-killing-kittens-sex-parties)! It is somewhat surprising that they remember us, but they also remember us for having brought an extra girl, whose bright personality, gorgeous blond tresses, and tight sexy lingerie make her especially notable.
Still, we enjoy the re-introductions to Tana and Neil and then C begins going down on me. Tana strips to a kind of mesh upper-body suit and begins going down on Neil, who is already hard. My eyes drift back and forth between C and Tana. Within a minute or two Tana gets on top of Neil and expertly guides his cock in as she begins riding him. Seeing a woman who knows what she wants is beautiful. I touch and play her legs and her tits, stretching one hand to touch Tana’s tits and the other to play with C’s.
For a time I hold back from coming, making C work for it, but eventually the stimulation, the women moaning, C’s expert tongue, and our neighbors overcome me and I come. C winks at me and rejoins me on the bed while we watch Tana and Neil. They finish soon too. Perhaps they are as keyed into us as we are to them.
As a foursome we chat about parties, pleasure, and logistics. It turns out that they’d almost not come that night either. We all have an oddly similar number of background features in common. Eventually for some reason Neil gets up. Then C gets up to use the bathroom. She is gone for an oddly long time (later I learn that she’d met a couple she liked).
Tana and I are oddly close together, or maybe not so oddly. We chat and then begin kissing. The kissing is amazing. Without speaking or indicating we begin running our hands along each other’s bodies at the same time. Her tits are fantastic and her thighs perfectly smooth and supple. I move one hand between her thighs and find her still exciting from earlier. She begins to stroke me. I whisper that I don’t know if I have another round in me. She says, “Let’s find out.”
She does find out. As I play with her, sometimes putting two fingers inside her and sometimes using my middle finger to rub her, she expertly plays with me, drawing me up and out. Her hand, her pussy, her kissing: I get hard again. As I become fully erect I get to my knees and push her down so she’s under me. I grab her hips and drag her into the position I want her. Her back arches with pleasure and anticipation. I hold her legs open and start having sex.
I hold her by the hips. She has one hand one my chest while she rubs herself with the other. I tell her to close her legs. She presses both against my sides and tells me she can’t. I say, “Good.” For a while we continue.
I pull out and flip her over into doggystyle. She thrusts her ass and hips out and we start again like we’ve been doing this all our lives. In that precise space—guys know what I’m talking about—where the pleasure is intense but the need to come is not, we can last.
We pass out of time and space until Tana begins to come. As she comes every part of her tightens and I listen to her sexy moaning and feel her body, leading me to put all my weight on her ass and hips as I come. When she recovers enough she pushes back into me, forcing me even deeper inside her, if that’s possible. Coming feels like it lasts forever.
We collapse. I look around. No one watches us. There are maybe 50 people in the room but they are all too busy with their own sex to have noticed. We lay down silently for a while. Slowly we begin to chat. Eventually our partners join us again. What time is it? No one knows. We trade contact information and promise to do it again. Next weekend we hope they make it to our party.
I think we’ve made new friends.
*Originally [posted on our Tumblr](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/152822177449/wonderland-is-magical-and-mystical-and-sexual).*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5bhko2/wonderland_is_magical_and_mystical_and_sexual
Damn. Thats a hot story. Thanks for sharing.
Is wonderland a scene for singles too?