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Wonderland is magical and mystical and sexual [f][m][f][m][sex party]

[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. Read more »

Whatever happened to Saturday night? (pics included) [f][m][f][m]

On Saturday we went round to a friend’s flat for some mischief with “James” and his new girl “Anna.” It’s always exciting and exotic to meet someone, have a drink with them, and ten minutes later be invited into a hot tub with her. We’d not prepared for that eventuality and felt momentarily like a skydivers without parachutes. We *were* prepared for some other eventualities (we’d brought a lovely leather collar with us) but knew that James is kitted with impressive bondage paraphernalia.

The solution was skinny dipping. Perhaps we’d not been instructed to bring swimsuits for a reason. Having to be clothed all the time is obviously a travesty, but we’d not thought we were going to go nude quite so fast, and there is always an interesting moment when you see another person’s clothes come off for the first time. We all imagine each other nude and the expectations game always asks, “beats, meets, or misses?”

[In this case the answer is “beats.” Solidly](http://i.imgur.com/7YkyoXo.jpg). And those expectations were high to begin with. Read more »

That moment when she interrupts your work with a blowjob: [M/F]

That moment when you, as a guy, are busy working, deeply concentrating on the project and the client and you’re in the zone, and she comes over, gets under your desk, undoes your belt and fly, and pulls out your cock so she can start giving you a blowjob like her life depends on it. For like 30 seconds you hold off because of the project and the client and the deadline. You keep typing. Concentrating on the words gets harder. She hasn’t said anything. You look down. She doesn’t look up but fuck, that image, it’s now in your head, and the client is somewhere else. For another 30 seconds you kind of pretend you’re still working, but although your fingers are still hitting the keys nothing worthwhile is coming out. You’re trying to resist but she’s on her knees and she’s totally determined. Your penis is cooperating with her, not with you and the project and the client, within another 15 seconds it’s fully erect and enjoying her lips, her tongue, her hand, the back of her throat, and you can feel her hand caressing your balls with just the right pressure. Within a minute and a half you give in, lean back, stop resisting, resistance is futile, enjoy the ride, because it’s a hell of a ride and she knows all the right twists and the right turns. Read more »

Hosting our first sex party

The fire has cooled some since Saturday, when we were still in the throes of the feelings unleashed by hosting our first sex party. A sex party can be such a powerful experience that the emotions, feelings, and sensations it generates do not subside immediately, but rather they maintain their heat, like the byproducts of a nuclear reactor. The aftereffects of seeing a dozen people having sex, writing in pleasure, touching each other, and experiencing an ecstasy that cannot be generated any other way save perhaps drugs, religious mania, or, more rarely, that pleasure that one gets when writing pours forth as a result of realization (as is happening now, as I write this).

That party happened almost by accident: we met a woman through a friend we met on Tinder. That friend is deeply into the BDSM and kink scene: he has an organizer's energy and a macher's drive to connect disparate people: sometime we'll write about the time we met him and some of his friends for drinks, only to find that, while we chatted about work or novels, a gorgeous Greek girl with huge tits got tied up and fucked; we eventually did help hold her town while another girl forced to orgasm via a Hitachi Magic Wand. Our narrative, though, is becoming wayward: that woman we met a few weeks ago got divorced not long ago, and as she put she feels like she's "20 again." We can't be entirely sure what that means, as in key metrics we're considerably more sexually active now than we were at that age, but we can say that she's gorgeous, sexually voracious, and totally unapologetic. Read more »