Thoughts about Orgies
You may notice…this post is not for everyone.
Orgies are interesting things. Tangles of asses and elbows thrown onto whatever furniture is handy…much of which is uncomfortable (they just don’t make Orgy-Friendly furniture!)
Bodies hit the floor, chairs, tables, bedstands. More people learn to puzzle onto a bed than makes sense. Moments often find pieces of yourself rubbing against another’s flesh, unintentional. So you reach out and touch – stroke, grab, tease…taste. All the while occupied in the ways of forbidden sex.
The noises are either distracting or arousing. Then all goes to hell and a flurry of jokes break loose only to be eventually muffled by body parts and the sounds of sex.
Smells. What can be said about the smells? Alcohol, smoke, the smell of women, the smell of men. It surrounds you…and you simply don’t care.
If you’re one of the pieces on the bed, puzzling out your own little corner of sex, you have to deal with another’s rhythm. Or many other rhythm’s…all rolling across the same mattress. All hitting you in strange ways. You either adapt and form a uniform movement that’s compatible with all the fucking or you get off the bed.
I prefer to lead…my rhythm is a good one. And my song is strong.
Observers float in and out. People finish and move through. You can feel strangers touching you, taking you in or wanting to take you. You either flow or just don’t.
Invitations are often eye-level only. Across a room you’ll see your next move – and you simply point yourself there.and.go.
Women have the advantage.
Men can have the most fun.
And yes…sometimes people look bored.
Love ‘em or hate ‘em…everyone should have at least 1.
-Tutivillus
