“I am very glad I met you,” he said as we were laying together in bed.
We spent Sunday night together. The original plan was to go to the dungeon, where I would give him kind of an introduction to bdsm. We met at the pre-arranged time, and both of us were very nervous, or excited, or.. something. We held hands as we walked to my cabin and I showed him my toys and we talked about what we were going to do. We hung around the dungeon a little while but I decided that playing there would be counter-productive, as I felt very self-conscious in that space. So instead of dungeoning, we shacked up in an unused cabin with the beds pushed together, sharing my blue quilt. Unfortunately it was too cold for any real scening, but I did get to spank him for a little while, which he seemed to enjoy very much. We engaged in some sexual activity, but ended without either of us really orgasming.
He had been fingering me and stroking my clit with slow, lazy, delicious strokes and it was so arousing. “That is so hot,” he said. “You’re turning me on so much with the noises you make. Every time you moan I get this.. pulse of arousal.”
His fingers felt so amazing, and it was remarkably wonderful to know that he was so turned on by touching me. After a while, I wanted to come so badly and he touched me just like I asked him to but I was still sore from the vigorous fucking the night before and just couldn’t reach a climax. So I decided to reciprocate for a while and stroked his thick cock while he kneeled on the bed next to me. Both of us were panting with loud, rasping breaths, his cock was wonderfully full and heavy in my hand and seeing him with his head tilted back, eyes closed in ecstacy was so erotic.
“Oh God, I want you…” I moaned. “Please, please.. I want you, I need you inside me.” But alas, it was not to be. Fate and physics intervened and there seemed to be no good position that would allow us to fit together properly. Finally I figured out that I could ride astride him, but by that point, his erection was no more. So I just layed on top of him, kind of crouched over him with my face in the crook of his neck, and that felt as good as the sex.
I got home from the festival this afternoon. I want to write about it, but I’m having a hard time figuring out how to start, or what to say exactly…
I went to the gathering hoping without really expecting to find a secondary partner, someone to fill in the spaces that exist in my world of relationships. Someone who will touch me and fuck me and see me as a woman.
I think I actually found that. In one weekend.
It’s kind of hard to believe. I guess I’m still processing, trying to get over the “too good to be true” feeling.
I’d like to write about the entirety of my weekend, but for this entry I’ll focus on the guy I met who touched me and fucked me and saw me as a woman. We’ll call him N.
I met him on the first night of the festival, Thursday. There was a meet and greet kind of thing, with ice-breaker type games and such. One of the last conversations I had at that particular event was with a very awkward guy who was slightly older than me, who seemed to have come to Beltane for reasons similar to mine. He exclaimed more than once that we had a lot in common. Gods, that conversation was awkward. It seemed like we were both very self-conscious. I went to my cabin soon after that, feeling rather overwhelmed by the day of meeting new people and hoping so hard.
I think I saw him again in passing a time or two, then at a workshop about polyamory. Saturday I was babysitting a merchant’s stall and he walked by. “You’re [N], right? Come talk to me, I’m all alone!” So he did, and the merchant came back from his errand, and we all chatted for a minute or two. I mentioned that I had a headache and playfully asked N if he was any good at giving head rubs. He said he’d never massaged anyone’s head before, though I think he mentioned being practiced at back massage. Between myself and the merchant we kind of dragged him into giving me a neck/head massage. I sat in the merchant’s chair and N stood behind me.
It felt so good to be touched.
We must have been there for the better part of an hour. It progressed from neck to shoulders to back, and back around, with him inching closer or maybe that was me leaning into him. After a while I was purring and moaning ever so slightly and his hands were warm and tingly and he told me he “could do this all night.”
Eventually the weather got colder and we ended up in his tent. I laid on his bedroll, and he ran his hands all over my body, rubbing my legs, my belly, my chest, lightly massaging and just touching and it seemed that he was enjoying touching me as much as I was enjoying his hands. My moans of appreciation gradually increased in intensity. I rolled over onto my stomach so he could rub my lower back. And then lower and lower, and what had been simmering quietly burst into flame and I was more aroused than I have been in a very very long time.
His hands on my ass felt amazing, magickal, warm and tingling and better than I can describe. That may be the single most erotic moment of my life. Or maybe that would be when he started biting where he had been rubbing, and then he was licking and touching and biting all at the same time and I was moaning and arching into him and somehow he was doing all that and pressing against me at the same time and I could feel his hard cock through his pants and hear him gasping.
I can’t even remember exactly what took place after that, except that we both ended up naked and he put his fingers inside me and then his cock. The sex was actually kind of awkward and funny and chatty and we had to change positions a number of times. His cock was very thick and almost more than I could take. I had to pull my legs up almost to my chest and it was silly and we laughed and moaned and he pounded inside me and I wanted to pull him in deeper and harder and more.
Eventually, he kneeled over me and I stroked him to orgasm while he played with my pussy. And then he didn’t stop. He fucked me with one hand and touched my breasts with the other and brought me to screaming orgasm over and over and told me that it was “so hot” to watch me. I have no doubt that at least half the camp could hear how much I enjoyed it. I have never been so loud and abandoned and well-fucked.
Afterward, we cuddled and shivered under his sleeping bag and talked and touched each other. Somehow a brief neck massage had turned into five hours of sex.
...sometimes almost magic... 
