I am all for clubs, however. I was a founding member of Slut Club and I am the designated emergency penis for the Bisexual Girls Club. Maybe it’s time for a Meet as Many Interesting People as Possible and Just Have Fun With It club. Who’s in?
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Lex
There was an emergency meeting of the …Just Have Fun With It club (let’s call it that for short for now) on Thursday night. It was quite a delightful group of people. And they were open to whatever. Not to mention hotties to boot. After having been stuck with too many members of the I Don’t Do That Sort of Thing club and some members from the uptight Please Behave Around Her Because All Your Sex Talk and Cursing is Too Much for Her to Handle club it was really such a relief. The latter club is just one of the most recent reminders why I don’t so much like hanging around civilians. The only place I ever want to have to behave is at work (unless if I find a job where I don’t have to behave).
Despite the bartender’s best efforts to kill my mood when he politely (though slightly panicked) asked me to put my shirt back on (hey now, I was wearing a bikini top, so I really wasn’t being all that naughty but maybe the effect of me suddenly revealing that much skin was too much for him), I still continued to have fun with it. I even pulled one of the beautiful ladies out of her seat and got her to dance with me.
Luckily we had already broached the topic of sex earlier with the story about fucking too hard. Well, everybody was talking about sex, but the point is, she and I had specifically conversed together about it. She started with her two cents about the matter (she’s not exactly the shy type, but I’m not going to be the one to give up her secrets!) and I contributed by recalling the time I fucked so hard I was raw the next day. At that time, I had to get part of my vagina lining cauterized and I couldn’t even jerk off for almost a week. As if the pain wasn’t bad enough, I had to add insult to injury by not being able to really console myself with a good jerking off session. In any case perhaps broaching the topic might have made me a little more comfortable about just being flirtatious, though I believe I wasn’t really giving much of anything a second thought. It was just a good moment to be in and I didn’t want the fun to stop.
I am just so fed up with being surrounded by people with all the wrong energy. I suddenly know way too many members of the Yes Please Tell Us About Your Sexcapades Because We Need You to Entertain Us club and certainly too many female members of the I’m Bi Curious But I Really Can’t Right Now for These Hundred Reasons club. I wish I could forget about the members of the That Type Of Sexual Situation Is Just Not Right club and please let me stop meeting members of the Sex, What Is Sex club. Certainly they must be familiar with the I Just Can’t Have Fun With Anything Unless It’s Exactly My Way club. I think they have joint events sometimes. I’m sure they were started by the same people. To be fair, I know there is the I’m Having Lots of Sex club, but membership requirements there are slightly too open so it’s harder to find physical compatibility just by looking for those meetings. Although sometimes I fantasize about a gang bang I don’t want to sleep with just anybody. Even when I do go to sex parties, I don’t let just anybody grab me. I need that medium between nothing goes and anything goes.
So, the …Just Have Fun With It club was a perfect reminder that there are people out there who are like me. When I first really got into this lifestyle in 2001, but before I read The Ethical Slut, my now ex girlfriend pointed out something important (and also recommended the book to me). It was that I have to surround myself with those who are like me and not dwell on the times I am not finding the “right” people. I don’t always find people who want to play my game. And sometimes I do confuse lack of chemistry with rejection. As if it’s my fault I didn’t control the situation enough to get a person warmed up to me. I have to not worry about those who just don’t get me (as Lex also pointed out some time ago). There’s really nothing wrong with me. I think I’m a delightful young woman and when I surround myself with the right people, I can allow party slut to really shine. I missed party slut. But Thursday night, before I realized what was happening, party slut arrived right on time to the emergency meeting of the …Just Have fun With It club.
I paid the price for just having fun with it by being exhausted at work the next day. But who gives a fuck about that? I certainly don’t. I’m so tired of having to behave. And I found the right people to misbehave with. It’s hard to find the kind of people who you really do want to have a drink with and who aren’t just trying to suck the life out of you.
I didn’t plan to take my shirt off. I was having a lot of conversations with random bar goers and moving on once things were no longer interesting. Nothing phased me, not even a few fellows who got upset that I let them buy me a drink even though they weren’t going to get any from me. I was simply enjoying the moment and, for the most part, pleasant company back and forth between the civilians and members of the club. Eventually it seemed natural enough to take off something. Why not? It was getting later on in the night and people weren’t doing anything that was really out there. I didn’t plan a lot of what happened that night other than really just getting myself to the meeting and letting go. I hadn’t even considered any possibilities other than to drinking possibilities, but it turned into a night of sexy possibilities.
After I got in “trouble” for taking my shirt off, I had to figure out a different way to have fun and making out with any of most of the men at the bar seemed just as boring as plucking my leg hairs. So I asked a lovely lady to dance. “Who’s going to lead?” she asked. I was stumped. It was just funny to hear the question out loud. We each held out one hand for the other to grab and danced closely while she squeezed my ass (apparently it was more like the type of dancing you might see at a junior high school where there’s not that much movement). There was some tension, heavy breathing and rubbing. And when everybody else left but the three of us, Lex, myself, and the lovely lady, we found ourselves sitting down again complimenting each other’s asses and making out. And soon she was saying that we should find a more comfortable place to do this. So we hopped in a cab and got ourselves home. It really all happened so quickly. I even stepped out of the cab a block away from the apartment to get beers while Lex escorted our lovely guest into the house and by the time I got there she was already half naked. So I too quickly got undressed. We were all pretty warmed up by the time we made it home so there was no need to sit awkwardly on the couch wondering how soon before someone made a move… it just flowed so smoothly.
I’m sure my girls – my 9 year old tortoiseshell cat and 3 month old calico kitten – were quite curious about our guest. I wonder with all their great animal instincts if they had any understanding about what was going on. And I wonder if our landlord noticed what was going on when our one sexy guest walked up the stairs. I’m sure he heard some interesting sounds coming from the apartment. We did eventually get quite loud.
After Lex had helped our guest feel a little more comfortable, she and I started to play. We rolled around on the floor exploring every part of each other. And there was a lot of pussy licking (really A LOT). And I soon found myself saying one of my favorite sentences, “I want to see you fuck her,” to Lex about our guest. And there was a lot of taking turns fucking in one position or another on the floor or on the couch (I believe Lex complained later that his legs ached while on the floor fucking her and he was forced to get up quickly to avoid a cramp. That made him worry that he had given the impression that he wasn’t enjoying himself – awe shucks, a little problem for him… doesn’t that just want to make you cry?). And there was a lot more licking pussy while getting fucked or getting my pussy licked while I was getting fucked and a lot more sucking and a lot of picture taking. At one point, I was getting fucked quite hard and could feel Lex cumming. He then suddenly pulled out and I knew our guest was about to get a beautiful pearl necklace. It looked very pretty on her, I must say.
Eventually I fell asleep because I was under the mistaken impression that getting an hour of sleep would give me enough rest to actually be useful at work the next day (actually the same morning). I slept for an hour and missed out on more sex – sex apparently on the counter, sex on the bench, more sex on the couch…
They did ask me to stay awake, but maybe I’m getting too old, maybe it was an off night for me as I normally stay up the whole time. And Lex asked me privately if I was comfortable with the two of them continuing the party while I took my nap. You see, when we bring a guest into our home we both want to be included. It sounds absurd to me that we would have a threesome with a woman who isn’t actually into doing stuff with both of us, though that mistakenly happened once, I would never repeat that if given a choice. So, yeah, that is a conversation that Lex and I have sometimes. We have to be as comfortable as as possible and both of us feeling included is more than just watching or just being there in the background. We both partake in the activities. Which is why I never quite understood the many emails I get from couples saying, “Can my husband just watch please?” Although I’m reminded of that couple in Mexico at the sex resort where all the husband wanted to do was watch anybody do anything to his wife. So I guess that works for some, just not for us.
But it was a fantastic night and morning and really the only bad thing was that it did not continue later into the day. It would have been a good time to use a sick day if I had really thought about it. Now I’m not saying every …Just Have Fun With It club has to turn into a threesome, but it certainly is nice when it does.
Sometimes I wonder how many people standing outside of the club, really do want to join in, but are too afraid to approach because they don’t have the guts to cancel their current membership at the I Talk a Lot Of Shit But I Can’t Back It Up club and they’re way too busy dividing their time between that club and the I’m Not Really Interested In Having Fun club. Or maybe, just maybe, every time they try to leave, they keep getting pulled back in by the more influential members who are worried about one day finding an empty clubhouse.
I might have a really bad memory sometimes, but thank goodness I do remember how to have fun. And the …Just Have Fun With It Club turned out to be a great way for me to re-focus and pulled me back in to where I know I belong. Regardless of everybody else who thinks otherwise, I know there are some people out there who don’t have all sorts of hangups about having fun and don’t make me feel like a pervert for wanting what I want.
There are also people out there who let me misbehave at a bar and are okay with me taking my shirt off. And there are people who I can have a drink with and enjoy myself with and not feel like I am just there to entertain them because we’re all in it together regardless of what is the outcome. We’re all having fun with whatever in the moment. That’s the way life was meant to be lived. All other responsibilities in life which we are bombarded with every day are made much easier to live with when I know that somewhere out there are fellow members waiting for or planning the next meeting of the Meet as Many Interesting People as Possible and Just Have Fun With It club.
