Play Space Experiences

[Shankara20]

I am a play space slut. I must admit this now, and in the open. I love being in large play spaces full of people. And I love being naked, or in lace undies, or bound in chain over my naked body, or in a Japanese rope full body harness. I always follow house rules, and go as far as I can within those rules – and always follow safe-sex protocols. I know many do not like to play in places open to the more-or-less public and I respect your POV. However I am an exhibitionist and a slut and I have experiences I want to share and I would love to hear the experiences of others.

Most of my experiences were at PE, the Power Exchange is San Francisco. Both the old location of about 9 years ago (I have several stories from there) and the present location. But the location is not important, it is the stories I want. So here is my first.

There was a time PE allowed the general public in to watch people play. On the night I am remembering now I was walking around naked with rope bondage. I would grow tired of one tie and stop my wondering around to change the design. So there I was standing in the doorway of one of the small playrooms tying a rather complicated cock & ball bondage design when a group of about six 20something girls fully dressed is street cloths walked up to me and just watched. I nodded “hello” and just kept drawing that rope over, under and around my balls and erect cock. They just kept watching. Eventually one of them asked “Do they pay you to do that to yourself?” “No” I responded, “I pay them to come here to do this”. I only regret not asking them if anyone wanted to reach over and touch me. Oh well, opportunity lost.

Ps – to those that are wondering, yes I am a wanker. Yes I know some use that word as a pejorative. When in a play space I wank if the space rules allow, from a respectful distance, and with all fluids contained. I have been discussing play space wanking for years and full understand some of the feeling that people have about it. If folks want to discuss it, that is fine with me. But know that I declare this an exposed cock and wank friendly thread.

hee hee - (wanting this to be a fun discussion)

 

[myinnerslut]

i've never been to a play space, but it sounds like fun. i guess thats the exhibitionist in me.


...now all i need is somebody to take me to one

 

[Shankara20]

i've never been to a play space, but it sounds like fun. i guess thats the exhibitionist in me.


...now all i need is somebody to take me to one

I have hear of several play spaces in NY. I look forward to your stories.
They sure are the place for the exhibitionist in me[/I

 

[Netzach]

You know what I love about a dungeon?

You're in a dungeon. Or a studio or playspace or whatever.

But seriously there's nothing to do there BUT beat on one another.

When you are living this crap 24/7 with another person this is better than a cruise. Nothing is competing for your energies or attention.

A wanker? I suppose I may have to re-evaluate those who do indulge in light of this admission, Shank. Thanks for busting my little stereotype bubble.

 

[Shankara20]

A wanker? I suppose I may have to re-evaluate those who do indulge in light of this admission, Shank. Thanks for busting my little stereotype bubble.

You are most welcome, Netzach.

There are those that do not follow house rules or that get involved in other peoples doings without concent or invatation that give the polite well behaved wankers of the world a bad reputation. A curse be upon them that they never “get off” and blueballs be theirs forever....

 

[Netzach]

Now I'm fantasizing about taking control of a wanker, spontaneously, but I suppose that's a breech of etiquitte in the other direction to walk up to a wanker and start issuing directions.

Hot tho.

 

[Shankara20]

Now I'm fantasizing about taking control of a wanker, spontaneously, but I suppose that's a breech of etiquitte in the other direction to walk up to a wanker and start issuing directions.

Hot tho.

Hot indeed - I expect the less experienced play space wankers might be frightened to the point of loosing their plaything altogether. Although what would be your next move if you heard "Yes Ma'am, Thank you Ma'am" back?


There was a time when PE allowed folks in to the place dressed in street clothing and I must admit a bit of destine I held for those only committed enough to pull willy out of their pants and attempt a wank. If you are going to do it, get naked and do it! for crying out loud. Let us all have a look-see.

 

[Netzach]

Hot indeed - I expect the less experienced play space wankers might be frightened to the point of loosing their plaything altogether. Although what would be your next move if you heard "Yes Ma'am, Thank you Ma'am" back?


There was a time when PE allowed folks in to the place dressed in street clothing and I must admit a bit of destine I held for those only committed enough to pull willy out of their pants and attempt a wank. If you are going to do it, get naked and do it! for crying out loud. Let us all have a look-see.

Proof that there is always a bottom rung. LOL.

I love playing skill crane like games of control. "No, slower. Half as fast as that. Good. Wave it to the left. Now stop. What, you want to do it some more? No, you'll have to argue your case a bit more passionately than that."

 

[Shankara20]

Proof that there is always a bottom rung. LOL.

I love playing skill crane like games of control. "No, slower. Half as fast as that. Good. Wave it to the left. Now stop. What, you want to do it some more? No, you'll have to argue your case a bit more passionately than that."

there are wankers and then there are non-naked wankers

Your comments about control reminds me of a program I saw one time where a ProDomme had 3 male subs she using to show a variety of control methods. She had one sub on his knees, naked with a weighted parachute around his balls. He was directed to stroke himself to keep the weights swinging back and forth "just so". If he got faster or slower he was reprimanded. And he was forbidden to cum without her permission. She got distracted by one of the other subs and this poor guy just kept going at it - as he should. Eventually she gave him permission to cum and no matter how he tried he could not. I remember her saying "aaaa did you pass your cum point? Too bad! Get dressed, I'm finished with you now"

The poor bastard.

That was a great workshop with about 50 in attendance.

 

[christian1971]

Not sure they have PS in New York? If they do it mite be in the Village or lower Manhattan or in some hidden club that only members know about?

 

[Ebonyfire]

I have been to the Den of Iniquity in NYC. But only for the wrap party for Cinekink when it was still called the BDSM Film Festival.

It was impressive. But I am not really that big of a play space person. The femdom club I belong to has a play space we use, but we bring our own (boys & toys) so to speak. There are apparatus' there we can use.

Eb

 

[Ebonyfire]

I had a point

I forgot to post my point. I don't find play for play's sake all that interesting. But that is me. I like the discussion that goes on before the play part the opportunity to discuss concerns with like minded indviduals.

Eb

 

[neonflux]

Not sure they have PS in New York? If they do it mite be in the Village or lower Manhattan or in some hidden club that only members know about?

They absolutely have to have plenty of play spaces!!! Though where they are- all of my friends who live there are decidedly NOT kinky, LOL.

I did find this link to a bdsm education group:
http://www.tes.org/

They might have a list of play spaces or some such, although I couldn't find it on their site. Too bad I won't be in a position to play when I am there week after next, sigh...

And too bad there isn't a real Shortbus there, LOL.

Would be interested in what you find

 

[neonflux]

For Shank...

OK, a PE story... But first a question: in the new place (was a very staid married lesbian lady when they were in the old) did you ever get to the couples' or men's floor? (I want to see the men's floor, but alas, am not willing to pay the $70 or whatever it is to enter as a man in street clothes - besides, don't think I pass that well. I could do a Victor-Victoria thing if they'd let drag queens up there but they don't.)

So: my little bit for sexual politics at the PE:

Night before the Folsom Street Fair, with my kink partner and the other woman he plays with, after the Citadel (community-run play space) had locked everyone in for a pajama party that we didn't want to go to since I had to work on Sunday and decided I wanted to sleep at some point. Andrew had Topped me a little at the Citadel, I Topped Eve after he did (and Eve and I had sex, a rare act there...)

It's hard for a woman to Top on the mixed floor at the PE which is where the main dungeon space is just because all those single men (it is one of the most testosterone-driven places I've ever been) aren't really interested and it's not so much fun if no one is watching... Besides, I was craving of a really, really, really good flogging.

They have a number of House Doms there, including Robin, this absolutely ferocious (and 100% gay) Tranny - I love her. Goddess can she use a flogger - how she gets so deep without ever cutting or bruising is beyond me. When we started, all the straight guys outside the cage were snickering. Not only did She give me a great beating, but I actually subbed to Her and allowed Her to ride me like a horse (I am more of a "full power bottom" than a sub except with Andrew, so I surprised myself and him, LOL!) I loved the fact that we were breaking every hetero stereotype about Trannies (term meant with great affection) in the book What was really great was that by the end, all those guys were watching us, rather than Andrew and Eve, and they weren't snickering anymore

OK, I know you were expecting a sex story , so that's what the next one will be - promise.

Neon

 

[Shankara20]

OK, I know you were expecting a sex story , so that's what the next one will be - promise.

Neon

I was not expecting a sex story, just looking for stories, but am now looking forward to it now. And thank you for that great story, I can just see all those guys outside the cage in stunned silence.

I have been on all the floors of PE. They had, and may still have, a once a month large party where the whole place was open and useable as people wanted. My last visit to PE was several years ago and I left SF just as the Citadel was opening.

 

[neonflux]

I was not expecting a sex story, just looking for stories, but am now looking forward to it now. And thank you for that great story, I can just see all those guys outside the cage in stunned silence.

I have been on all the floors of PE. They had, and may still have, a once a month large party where the whole place was open and useable as people wanted. My last visit to PE was several years ago and I left SF just as the Citadel was opening.

I'm glad you liked that story, lol. It was great fun!

Re: the PE, they don't have those open parties anymore as far as I know...

The Citadel is a great place - i love the idea of a community-run, not-for-profit play space. dungeon is downstairs - upstairs has a kitchen and lots of conversation areas, which makes it a great place for classes AND for meeting people during play nights. let's just hope they are able to keep it open, the rent is so high...

 

[Evil_Geoff]

The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel (http://www.thesanctuary.net) was a play space located in Atlanta, Georgia, run by a Leather family - Master Doug Harris, his slave, boy bob, and the many other members of the family both Dominant and submissive. The Sanctuary closed it's doors in 2003, a year after boy bob's untimely passing. The space is gone, but loving memories, like this one, remain...

It was April, 1998, and I was meeting people who really did this stuff for the first time. Folks from all over were meeting in Atlanta, and we were going to The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel. I didn't know anything about it except I was told that it was a "dungeon" where we could do SM play. The night before I had some hands on teaching of how to do fireplay and I was terrified, and excited, and apprehensive, and wondering what I was getting myself into.

We arrived at this small, non-descript, red brick building a block off of one of Atlanta's main thru streets. From the outside, I was not impressed. A small sign, about 3 feet x 4 feet with "The Sanctuary" in rather gothic script... glass door with a Leather Pride Flag sticker on it and a Visa and Master Card stickers... Parking on the street? Wow this place was tiny!

But I screwed up my courage and walked in the door. I was greeted by a gay boy with a shaved head, wearing cut off jeans and white t-shirt, polished black boots with white socks rolled down over the top couple of eyes on the boots. He had a heavy chain padlocked around his neck proclaiming to the world he was owned. Even I, a relative newcomer to the Scene, could tell that much. He was friendly, had me sign a waiver, and took me inside. As we walked through the lobby I saw photos of leather luminaries (though I had no clue who they were at that time), a wall display of toys; whips, floggers, paddles, restraints... things I could buy if I didn't have toys of my own.

And I was literally struck by a feeling that I had come HOME. I was where I belonged. Here was a place that I could, at long last, be 100% ME. The boy, Charles, walked on and opened the door, "This way, if you please, Sir." And I could hear the capitalized "S" in Sir... OMG. He showed me the bathroom (complete with shower), the locker room for storing gear or changing clothes... then we walked in to the main dungeon. Elevated jail cell to the far right with dog kennels built under the cell's floor. St. Andrews crosses going down the wall, a throne between them, a doorway to another room where I could see some kind of sling suspended from the ceiling, there was a bondage table along the far wall, a ladder-back bondage chair in the far left corner, then a rolling case that was easily 10 feet tall, filled with Master Doug's personal toys, then a shoe shine stand... OMG.

It was overwhelming. There was a gal there, her Scene name was belle. Big she was, almost 6 feet tall, beautiful eyes, long red hair, and we started talking as charles finished showing me around. The Medical Room, the Library, the Suspension Room, the Red Room (with a queen size, leather covered sleigh bed that I would use many times in the future, though not on this trip)... I had died and gone to my BDSM heaven. I don't remember what I talked to belle about, but the next thing I knew, she was stripping her top off for me.

Fire? Ohh, fire! She wanted to do the fire play I had talked about! I looked around, wondering who she was asking to light her on fire... ME? ! ? She was asking ME to do it! I stutter out a protest... But, but, but I've never done it to anyone before. I'm a nobody. I've only done the devil's fire to myself before! I've never even taken a flogger to anyone! I'm so wet behind the ears I have to keep a towel around my neck!

belle was having none of it. I know I don't have this memorized exactly but her words playback in my mind along these lines. "I trust you, Sir. When we've spoken on line, you never lied to me about your experience or lack of it. You've never been disrespectful to the subs or slaves, you've asked questions that were intelligent. You aren't a braggart or an ass. In short, what you lack in experience, Sir, you make up for in character. You have to start with someone, I'd be honored if it was me."

In spite of my terror, I agreed to the scene. We went to the bondage table and I had her lie down. I remember touching her along her shoulders, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, asking where she would be comfortable with my playing with her... "Anywhere, Sir" she whispered. I got a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a shallow bowl... a dampened rag... a bottle of aloe vera gel... a lit candle... another Sanctuary boy brought in a fire extinguisher and quietly set it beside the bondage table, then quietly withdrew. The first time I saw boy bob, and it was typical of him, doing what needed doing without being asked, without saying a word... *smiles in fond memory*

I had everything I needed... I dipped my own hand in the alcohol and rubbed it along belle's forearm. I dipped my fingers in the alcohol again and ran my fingers through the candleflame. WHOOSH! and I brough my hand down to the alcohol on belle's forearm and it lit up and danced along her skin... a sharp inhalation, and then the damp rag was wiping flames from my fingers and her arm... OMG! I had set her on fire! I had really, really done it! And there was a sparkle in her eye, a quiet smile on her lips... And I did it again! And again!

Then I dripped a little of the alcohol on her breast, again that sharp intake of breath, she knew what I wanted... I whispered "are you ready for this?" and she whimpered out a barely audible "yes, Sir". Fire danced on my fingers again and I lit the alcohol on her breast and she gasped, her eyes unable to leave the flames as they danced on her and the cool damp rag put out the flames. Again, this time the other breast... and again, this time a nipple, and yet again. There was the unmistakeable odor of singed hair in the air but there was something else as well. The smell of her sex was filling the air. She was getting HOT! from this! I did it one more time, this time lighting a trail from between her breasts down her belly towards the top of her panties... belle wiggled and squirmed and I could feel the effort as she bit down a scream, but the rag was already putting the fire out.

We played with the fire for a while and I saw the redness in her skin coming up. It was time to bring things to a close. My own fingers were even brighter red, a rawness from the flames I was using to ignite her. I rubbed aloe into my hand, then I held it my palms, rubbing it, heating it towards body temperature, and I slowly, gently rubbed the aloe into belle's skin.

I looked up, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings again. And noticed for the first time the audience that had gathered while we played. Whispered comments and pats on the back... "Awesome!" "Great scene!" "That was amazing!" I helped belle up and hugged her close. She was so totally comfortable and relaxed with the audience, with me, with the aftermath of the scene. "Thank you." she whispered in my ear. "I've never done that with anyone before." "Neither have I!" I replied and hugged her tight again. "Thank you!"

I will never, ever, forget my first time at The Sanctuary. It was, quite literally, a life changing experience. I had come Home. I felt, for the first time in my life, like I was complete, that I belonged. Vanilla life was no longer an option for me. Period. There would be no going back. And there wasn't.

God, how I miss that place. And I'm forever grateful that I had that special place in my life for a time. Thank you Master Doug, boy bob, charles, Pamm, John, teri, Beeker, wendy and all the Sanctuary Family for the years of joy you brought to me and to so many others in the Leather and BDSM communities. Gay, straight, lesbian, Top, bottom, it didn't matter. You taught us that Leather transcends those limitations or orientations. We are ALL family, each and every single kinky one of us. And I'll never be alone again because of you. I have family. Even if they don't know we're kin. Yet! *grin*

 

[myinnerslut]

The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel (http://www.thesanctuary.net) was a play space located in Atlanta, Georgia, run by a Leather family - Master Doug Harris, his slave, boy bob, and the many other members of the family both Dominant and submissive. The Sanctuary closed it's doors in 2003, a year after boy bob's untimely passing. The space is gone, but loving memories, like this one, remain...

It was April, 1998, and I was meeting people who really did this stuff for the first time. Folks from all over were meeting in Atlanta, and we were going to The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel. I didn't know anything about it except I was told that it was a "dungeon" where we could do SM play. The night before I had some hands on teaching of how to do fireplay and I was terrified, and excited, and apprehensive, and wondering what I was getting myself into.

We arrived at this small, non-descript, red brick building a block off of one of Atlanta's main thru streets. From the outside, I was not impressed. A small sign, about 3 feet x 4 feet with "The Sanctuary" in rather gothic script... glass door with a Leather Pride Flag sticker on it and a Visa and Master Card stickers... Parking on the street? Wow this place was tiny!

But I screwed up my courage and walked in the door. I was greeted by a gay boy with a shaved head, wearing cut off jeans and white t-shirt, polished black boots with white socks rolled down over the top couple of eyes on the boots. He had a heavy chain padlocked around his neck proclaiming to the world he was owned. Even I, a relative newcomer to the Scene, could tell that much. He was friendly, had me sign a waiver, and took me inside. As we walked through the lobby I saw photos of leather luminaries (though I had no clue who they were at that time), a wall display of toys; whips, floggers, paddles, restraints... things I could buy if I didn't have toys of my own.

And I was literally struck by a feeling that I had come HOME. I was where I belonged. Here was a place that I could, at long last, be 100% ME. The boy, Charles, walked on and opened the door, "This way, if you please, Sir." And I could hear the capitalized "S" in Sir... OMG. He showed me the bathroom (complete with shower), the locker room for storing gear or changing clothes... then we walked in to the main dungeon. Elevated jail cell to the far right with dog kennels built under the cell's floor. St. Andrews crosses going down the wall, a throne between them, a doorway to another room where I could see some kind of sling suspended from the ceiling, there was a bondage table along the far wall, a ladder-back bondage chair in the far left corner, then a rolling case that was easily 10 feet tall, filled with Master Doug's personal toys, then a shoe shine stand... OMG.

It was overwhelming. There was a gal there, her Scene name was belle. Big she was, almost 6 feet tall, beautiful eyes, long red hair, and we started talking as charles finished showing me around. The Medical Room, the Library, the Suspension Room, the Red Room (with a queen size, leather covered sleigh bed that I would use many times in the future, though not on this trip)... I had died and gone to my BDSM heaven. I don't remember what I talked to belle about, but the next thing I knew, she was stripping her top off for me.

Fire? Ohh, fire! She wanted to do the fire play I had talked about! I looked around, wondering who she was asking to light her on fire... ME? ! ? She was asking ME to do it! I stutter out a protest... But, but, but I've never done it to anyone before. I'm a nobody. I've only done the devil's fire to myself before! I've never even taken a flogger to anyone! I'm so wet behind the ears I have to keep a towel around my neck!

belle was having none of it. I know I don't have this memorized exactly but her words playback in my mind along these lines. "I trust you, Sir. When we've spoken on line, you never lied to me about your experience or lack of it. You've never been disrespectful to the subs or slaves, you've asked questions that were intelligent. You aren't a braggart or an ass. In short, what you lack in experience, Sir, you make up for in character. You have to start with someone, I'd be honored if it was me."

In spite of my terror, I agreed to the scene. We went to the bondage table and I had her lie down. I remember touching her along her shoulders, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, asking where she would be comfortable with my playing with her... "Anywhere, Sir" she whispered. I got a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a shallow bowl... a dampened rag... a bottle of aloe vera gel... a lit candle... another Sanctuary boy brought in a fire extinguisher and quietly set it beside the bondage table, then quietly withdrew. The first time I saw boy bob, and it was typical of him, doing what needed doing without being asked, without saying a word... *smiles in fond memory*

I had everything I needed... I dipped my own hand in the alcohol and rubbed it along belle's forearm. I dipped my fingers in the alcohol again and ran my fingers through the candleflame. WHOOSH! and I brough my hand down to the alcohol on belle's forearm and it lit up and danced along her skin... a sharp inhalation, and then the damp rag was wiping flames from my fingers and her arm... OMG! I had set her on fire! I had really, really done it! And there was a sparkle in her eye, a quiet smile on her lips... And I did it again! And again!

Then I dripped a little of the alcohol on her breast, again that sharp intake of breath, she knew what I wanted... I whispered "are you ready for this?" and she whimpered out a barely audible "yes, Sir". Fire danced on my fingers again and I lit the alcohol on her breast and she gasped, her eyes unable to leave the flames as they danced on her and the cool damp rag put out the flames. Again, this time the other breast... and again, this time a nipple, and yet again. There was the unmistakeable odor of singed hair in the air but there was something else as well. The smell of her sex was filling the air. She was getting HOT! from this! I did it one more time, this time lighting a trail from between her breasts down her belly towards the top of her panties... belle wiggled and squirmed and I could feel the effort as she bit down a scream, but the rag was already putting the fire out.

We played with the fire for a while and I saw the redness in her skin coming up. It was time to bring things to a close. My own fingers were even brighter red, a rawness from the flames I was using to ignite her. I rubbed aloe into my hand, then I held it my palms, rubbing it, heating it towards body temperature, and I slowly, gently rubbed the aloe into belle's skin.

I looked up, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings again. And noticed for the first time the audience that had gathered while we played. Whispered comments and pats on the back... "Awesome!" "Great scene!" "That was amazing!" I helped belle up and hugged her close. She was so totally comfortable and relaxed with the audience, with me, with the aftermath of the scene. "Thank you." she whispered in my ear. "I've never done that with anyone before." "Neither have I!" I replied and hugged her tight again. "Thank you!"

I will never, ever, forget my first time at The Sanctuary. It was, quite literally, a life changing experience. I had come Home. I felt, for the first time in my life, like I was complete, that I belonged. Vanilla life was no longer an option for me. Period. There would be no going back. And there wasn't.

God, how I miss that place. And I'm forever grateful that I had that special place in my life for a time. Thank you Master Doug, boy bob, charles, Pamm, John, teri, Beeker, wendy and all the Sanctuary Family for the years of joy you brought to me and to so many others in the Leather and BDSM communities. Gay, straight, lesbian, Top, bottom, it didn't matter. You taught us that Leather transcends those limitations or orientations. We are ALL family, each and every single kinky one of us. And I'll never be alone again because of you. I have family. Even if they don't know we're kin. Yet! *grin*

WOW!!

 

[Netzach]

I have space envy. That place sounds wonderful and like it left a wonderful legacy.

 

[Shankara20]

And I was literally struck by a feeling that I had come HOME. I was where I belonged. Here was a place that I could, at long last, be 100% ME.
......
God, how I miss that place. And I'm forever grateful that I had that special place in my life for a time.

I totally understand - thank you EG....

 

[FurryFury]

Evil Geoff,

You post was so beautiful. It literally brought tears to my eyes. Now one is falling. *smiles*

Fury

 

[lne_iii]

Thanks for sharing that with us EG.


LNE

 

[Cheshire D]

Thank you very much for sharing that, EG. I'd like to get down to one of the big cities (currently in a very rural state) and experience things like you all have. I've done a little bit of play at a private munch/play party, but I'm ever-so-greedy for more. It certainly is life-changing.

~tcd~

 

[Rox_shybutcurious]

WOW!!

Wow, is right. I got goosebumps and I've never even thought of something like that. Whewwww.

rox.

 

[FurryFury]

OK, a PE story... But first a question: in the new place (was a very staid married lesbian lady when they were in the old) did you ever get to the couples' or men's floor? (I want to see the men's floor, but alas, am not willing to pay the $70 or whatever it is to enter as a man in street clothes - besides, don't think I pass that well. I could do a Victor-Victoria thing if they'd let drag queens up there but they don't.)

So: my little bit for sexual politics at the PE:

Night before the Folsom Street Fair, with my kink partner and the other woman he plays with, after the Citadel (community-run play space) had locked everyone in for a pajama party that we didn't want to go to since I had to work on Sunday and decided I wanted to sleep at some point. Andrew had Topped me a little at the Citadel, I Topped Eve after he did (and Eve and I had sex, a rare act there...)

It's hard for a woman to Top on the mixed floor at the PE which is where the main dungeon space is just because all those single men (it is one of the most testosterone-driven places I've ever been) aren't really interested and it's not so much fun if no one is watching... Besides, I was craving of a really, really, really good flogging.

They have a number of House Doms there, including Robin, this absolutely ferocious (and 100% gay) Tranny - I love her. Goddess can she use a flogger - how she gets so deep without ever cutting or bruising is beyond me. When we started, all the straight guys outside the cage were snickering. Not only did She give me a great beating, but I actually subbed to Her and allowed Her to ride me like a horse (I am more of a "full power bottom" than a sub except with Andrew, so I surprised myself and him, LOL!) I loved the fact that we were breaking every hetero stereotype about Trannies (term meant with great affection) in the book What was really great was that by the end, all those guys were watching us, rather than Andrew and Eve, and they weren't snickering anymore

OK, I know you were expecting a sex story , so that's what the next one will be - promise.

Neon

That was a very interesting story. I'm envious. I wish I were able to do public play. By nature I'm not able yet and by current life circumstances it wouldn't be wise. It revs me up to read of other's adventures though.

Thank you,

Fury