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Desire brands me
With a mark
Of my
Humanness
Feather-light caresses
Contrasted by
Sharp lashes
Awaken my senses
Feelings are
the essence
Of being
Alive
And a life in pursuit of
Pleasure
Is a life well lived
~
Your sexuality isn’t shameful; it’s not perverse; it’s not wrong. Indulging doesn’t devalue you or make you dirty. The erotic is simply another beautiful avenue to explore what it means to be alive.
Sex doesn’t have to be something that happens only behind closed doors. Sometimes, shared spaces can be quite gratifying. If you’ve not yet had the chance to step out of the bedroom and into a place where human sexuality is accepted and celebrated, allow me to take you into one.
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I’m in a dungeon, but there is no damp air or rats lurking in the shadows here. Nothing about this space is dank. Trust me, in our sexual explorations, my husband and I have been to some questionable places where we walked in and then promptly exited. Those are stories for another time.
This space is the antithesis of those others. It’s clean, elegant, and sexy down to every last detail. It’s a work of art that feels like being in a modern day palace of Versailles. The carpet is luxurious. The roof is painted with mesmerizing wavy black and white stripes. The lighting is sensual. This dungeon is a candyland for anyone seeking the erotic.
Large, ornately framed oil paintings decorate the walls. The subject matter of the paintings isn’t something from a museum. You’ll find no “Last Supper” in these works of art unless you interpret that phrase very differently. The paintings are all explicit, straight out of someone’s juiciest fantasy. The owner of this space runs a kink porn site, so I’d expect nothing less.
Upon entering, you can go to the cubby area to change and leave your street close behind, along with your inhibitions. The rest of the space is large and mostly open. You won’t find small rooms for fucking because here, the erotic is on full display for all to enjoy. A variety of different experiences await for whatever you’re in the mood for. There are floggers, St. Andrew’s crosses, a glory hole, a sex swing, and many other instruments of pleasure and torture.
Let me paint a few brief moments of what I saw and experienced while in this space of fantasy and desire.
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I’m standing in the loft that overlooks the main floor, but what catches my eyes isn’t down below; it’s right here next to me. There are two naked women making passionate love only several feet from where I stand in my strappy, black crotchless bodysuit. A beautiful blond with a toned curvy body and large breasts is on her back, chin tilted up and eyes closed in rapture. A petite brunette is above the other with her fingers deep into the blonde’s pussy. The brunette is pressing her whole body onto the other as she thrusts, and her small ass and thighs are prominent in the scene as she dominates the blonde with sensuous pleasure.
Both women’s legs are entwined, the longer ones of the blond and the smaller ones of the brunette. It’s a work of art unfolding before my eyes, just as beautiful as any grecian sculpture. I think to myself as I stand there, I’ve never seen lesbians make love before, but what a beautiful sight it is.
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I step to the edge of the loft and look over the main floor of the space. The blended sound of multiple erotic moments washes up and into my ears — the strikes of a flogger, the dull smack of a deep thrust, moans of pleasure, laughter, and conversations.
A young, muscular man has a woman bent over a piece of furniture that I don’t know the name for. His pants are around his thighs, and he’s deep in her cunt. She’s wearing a lacy black lingerie set. I watch them for a few heartbeats, admiring.
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I’m standing in the loft with my husband, Luke, behind me. He’s running his hands across my body from my back to my ass, letting me enjoy the sensations of touch that I love so much. In front of me is my husband’s lover’s husband.
Harmony, Luke’s lover, is a beautiful curly haired blond with a vibrant life-filled spirit. Luke has been seeing her for almost a year since we met her at a swinger party. Her husband, Dimitri, is a handsome bookish intellectual. He’s standing in front of me making sure my exposed breasts don’t lack touch. I have a hand on each of these men, one behind and one in front, as we enjoy a slow, sensual moment.
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The sex swing is finally free, and Harmony has been wanting to be on it all night. She goes there and puts her feet in the stirrup, and Luke and one of her other lovers, Liam, tag team her there. Liam is a tall black man with sultry eyes and a full head of hair. Harmony’s moans leave her parted lips to mingle with all the others that are shamelessly being released in this place.
I take some pictures for Harmony because I know she loves having them, and then I grab my vibrator and lay down on a mat with the husband of a beautiful friend and fellow writer. Caleb is a vibrant intellectual with long hair and eyes that twinkle with the fun of life. I met him today for the first time, and he’s got a great vibe. He holds me with one arm while using the other to caress my body as I bring myself to a climax.
~
When Harmony finishes on the swing, I decide to give it a try. Luke spreads my thighs with his strong hands before pressing himself into my pussy. His perfectly toned, sweat covered abs are in the center of my vision as the swing rocks from his thrusts. I tell Liam and Caleb that if they get condoms, they can join in, and they don’t hesitate. Caleb goes first after Luke and then Liam. He stands between my thighs to press himself into me as my husband and our friends encircle us. Those who are watching use their hands to caress me, including the playful British man who owns this space and is a friend of my friends.
Of course, private sex with one other person is hot and intimate and beautiful. But so is getting fucked on a sex swing with multiple pairs of hands caressing and touching you. The spice of life is variety. It keeps us from getting stuck in the monotony of routine.
I watch as Liam fucks me. His face has that “trying to not lose it” look on it. I saw the lust in his eyes all night from the moment he had walked in while I was undressing. We chatted as I got naked and then put on lingerie. Liam looked at me throughout the evening as varying configurations of bodies joined together and pulled apart, and I teased him back with my own seducing eyes.
I cum for the second time from the erotic energy of the moment — from his cock, from the hands across my body, from the sensations I’m giving my clit.
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I’m wrapped in Liam’s arms, these arms of Harmony’s lover — my husband’s lover’s lover, such webs of pleasure we sluts do weave.
Luke and Harmony have disappeared somewhere, and so Liam and I are enjoying a slow moment of touch. We turn our heads at the loud sound of something striking bare flesh to see a woman with a large mallet smacking the ass of another woman. Given the noise that it makes, the mallet must be made of foam of some kind, but it still seems to pack a big punch. The women go at it while Liam and I drag fingers across skin.
A man with a foot kink approaches and asks if he can use some instruments on my feet. I say yes because why not explore something new? The man alternates between a spiky handheld wheel and a toe twisting massage. It’s slightly more intense than I prefer, and after a few minutes, I thank him and he moves on to offer his services to someone else. There’s always something interesting and unexpected to be explored in these spaces.
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Eventually, all the others we know return from wherever they went, and we take a sexy group photo before getting dressed and heading home to our normal and perfectly respectable lives.
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