Angelyn
Female
Angelyn’s fantasies
I have kept this to myself for some time, but now I’m trying my hand at writing out my fantasies about being degraded...
Themes: Semi-Nonconsensual sex, humiliated, being subject to outrage
A sense of outrage is most important to me, I don’t know why. I have to feel that I’m being outraged – humiliated, exposed, raped, etc. Whatever done to me has to be something that isn’t normally acceptable, preferably something totally far from my daily experiences and which turns my normal life and the assumptions of my life upside down.
(Yes, being turned physically upside down will also excite me, although I’m not too comfortable with that at a sex party because I imagine that I would end up puking out all the semen I’d just consumed.)
I’m most excited when I am literally naked and left with no dignity. Everything stripped away from me, not just clothes, but also all my normal dignity and self respect drowned in a sea of abasement.
I don’t know what’s with me, but although I normally live a low profile life, wearing flats and unflattering but practical and inexpensive clothes, I still have a feminine side that demands to be satisfied via extreme submission and being targeted.
The video covers that feature white women on their knees or crawling in front of nasty men with their arms folded, turn me on. I like it when the women are looking up with an expression of being eager to please. I am very aroused when the woman is called a bitch and looks like one, with tongue hanging out all ready to lick and suck men’s balls. Oh, and the man’s equipment must be big enough to dominate the woman. While I really don’t care about the actual size of a penis penetrating my butt in real anal sex, when it comes to foreplay, blowjobs and general dom play, it’s very important for a man to be huge. I’m crazy about dicks that are bigger than girls’ faces.
In BDSM/ dom sex, the guys actually fucking me can be pretty small. I can still have a rollicking good time. But the guy directly in front of me/ waving his dick in my face must be big. It makes me feel small and submissive. (The actual master doesn’t have to be big, I don’t even need to see him. As long as his voice is strong and dominant, I’ll obey.)
I find that foreplay and scene-setting is far more important than actual penetration. I have often fallen asleep watching repetitive acts of penetration. But I’m so aroused by certain scenes featuring domination and submission... scenes where men demonstrate power and control, and women demonstrate subservience. These scenes often need to have ups and downs. The emotional ups and downs create texture and appeal to me. Eg cracking a whip followed by a light slap on my butt. I’m not actually being hurt, but the sound of the whip and the tactile sensation of being smacked will send my heart rate soaring. It’s almost like a dick thrusting into my pussy.
Let me lay out one such scene. There isn’t necessarily a single porn scene that replicates this; it is more like a mishmash of all my fantasies and actual porn scenes remixed into something that I like.
My fantasy dinner party at some sex club where all the white girls are skimpily clad or wearing sexualized clothes such as some parody of maid uniform or cheerleader uniform. We’re all serving food and alcohol to various black men at tables. We shashay between tables as men comment on us. It’s ok to be crude and demeaning, as long as you are dominant in tone. (Most real life sex harassers sound like losers and hence would forever turn off women rather than commanding their sexual submission.) I would prefer the club to feature variety. EG women who like carpenters and workmen can serve a table featuring similarly dressed men. Women who like firemen or soldiers can go for a table featuring such men. I’d probably go for the tables featuring men in suits and wine and sophisticated conversation.
Everything at the scene should be primed to put people in a sexual mood.
Because this is a male-dom, female sub kind of setting, it’s important to set the tone right. Every cue should be correctly targeted at telling the females to be submissive and the males to be dominant.
For example: the scene at the door.
We could have two entrances next to each other.
One entrance has a tall doorway with black doors and a phallic shape. It’s for the black guys.
One entrance is shaped like a pussy and is white in color.
Black men are lining up at the black door. The doormen guarding the black door are big, black, and well dressed. (Can’t emphasize this enough; many real black men outside the professional community have a terrible sense of dress and look like losers freshly out of prison. Just ignore these faux thug rapper losers in the black community and take a cue from Johnny Cochran or Obama, you morons!)
White and Asian and Hispanic (anyone who is fair skinned) girls are lining up at the white door. We’re all sexily dressed and in heels. Heels have this psychological effect on me. Because I so rarely wear them, I’m not that comfortable in heels. They always put me in a mating mood when I’m teethering and tottering on heels. This is not a feeling unique to me because my nerdiest friends also feel the same.
The black men need some demonstration of strength to qualify for entrance. Maybe lift some weights or something. I don’t like weak men. Most women don’t like weak men. You should be able to carry at least 200lbs; at least prove that you can carry a moderately chunky woman before you’re allowed to enter a sex party. I’m way lighter than 200 but still I want to know that my partner can easily carry me without getting tired fast!
The girls have a different criteria for entrance – appropriate dress. We need to ‘dress appropriately’ on the spot.
This is the kind of time when we put aside all our dignity at the front door, where we are required to strip and put on these degradingly skimpy waitress or Playboy bunny or nightclub or cabaret clothes in front of leering black men (who are not allowed to touch us at that point). Then we have to put on collars and strap little queen of spades anklets on. I don’t really like to put on a collar myself; it should be some muscular brute or an arrogant alpha type bouncer who does the collaring for all of us white bitches.
Collaring is a skill by itself. It needs to be rough, yet not too rough. A collar has to be firm and be something like a choker, yet not chafe or constrict too much to spoil the mood. No matter how rough and aggressive your talk is, ultimately you need a sensitive and intelligent man to put a collar on properly.
Even before we enter, we’re already marked as sex objects.
The white girls are then made to walk pass a corridor... there are lots of sexy pictures and posters and statues to set the mood.
The men attending such a sex party should pay for lots and lots and lots of chocolates. Preferably every black man should be compelled to make a few casts of his fully erect equipment in dark chocolate. (Dark chocolate also happens to be the best at helping with sexual arousal.) You can save money by making hollow casts so the chocolate is actually very thin, that’s fine. Not as if any girl can genuinely eat a chocolate that big. Even if I could, I won’t, because it will make me fat! But you need to have something that represents you right off the bat. Maybe us girls can walk down a corridor with photos of all the black guys attending the sex party – and a few life size models of his full erection will be available for girls to take. You like the guy, you take his dick and look for him later.
On the other corridor, the black men can walk down a corridor with photos of the girls. Us girls are represented by our lingerie. You like a girl, take her panties or bra or stockings and use it to reserve her attention later. I would probably just put a few of my well used panties there, since I don’t have much to show off where a bra is concerned and I always fumble with stockings and garter belts.
At the party...
All girls are considered eye candy and we are all considered entertainment. All holes are accessible. I really don’t like that kind of party where some people don’t obey the rules that tell them to clean out their butts or shave their bodies properly. Since this is a fantasy, I can fantasize about the kind of party where everyone obeys the rules perfectly and no condoms are required and everyone is disease free and there is no unsightly hair on someone’s butt.
You can pay if you wish. It’s not really necessary, but some girls have ******* fantasies. I sometimes fantasize about being a paid stripper myself. I once attended a sex party where monopoly money was being used as a prop for fun and the girls could play at a stripper pole, but that was years ago when inkjet printing was still quite expensive and the ink smudged easily if your hands are wet and sweaty. In this era we can easily churn out lots of laser printed money that looks good. The guys can pay with faux currency printed with pleasing images of them. When I say pleasing images, they really don’t have to be pictures of their dicks. The Russian president has it right – you can be riding a horse, playing football, working on your house and still look damned good. It’s play currency, so why stick pictures of dead white men down our cleavages or stockings? Give us some currency, some mementos that features you in action!
We all have silly, submissive looks on our faces as we serve the men. I am totally not a fan of ******* and strongly opposed to using ******* in sex, but there are plenty of non-******* that can increase sexual arousal and I strongly support the free use of such ‘opiates’ at such parties.
For instance, coffee, tea, chocolates, even sugar all can heighten sexual arousal. Since I normally live my life in restrained fashion, it is fairly easy for me to increase my heart rate by consuming any of these above foods at a sex party.
I am not rich so I don’t ******* a lot, but I am very much the fine wine type. Since I don’t expect good wine at any sex party (it is expensive, you know), I guess what remains is hard *******. Am not a fan of hard *******, so will probably just ******* some supermarket wine as a companion drinker. It’ll work to get me aroused even if it doesn’t taste so good.
We serve by bending over submissively and the men can grope us, touch us, ******* us as they wish. They can grab us and make us sit on their laps. There should also be some kind of technology that allows people to know what can or cannot be done. EG if we are all collared, when we approach a man to serve him, his phone app should tell him what he can do with us.
For instance, in this kind of situation I would not resist men poking fingers into my ass and then putting said fingers in my mouth with everyone else at the table watching and commenting. It’s extremely humiliating, exactly what I crave. But I can imagine some women would totally not accept that. I can see myself (in my fantasy) washing the ass taste out of my mouth by drinking the wine that I was serving to the black men.
Wow, I can’t imagine how red I would be at that point. As I have mentioned repeatedly in other posts, I associate good sex with a red, burning face and generally burning upper body. I know some people think that’s freaky, but that’s just how I am like. So if I am humiliated and that is followed (or preceeded) by alcohol, my red-face situation is compounded and it heightens my excitement. In a sex party like this, I would like to go from table to table, tasting my own ass in front of all the nasty men and seeing their leering faces as I was subject to nonstop humiliation.
Oh, but I won’t do so on my own accord. I need to be commanded. And the guys need to be a lot more creative and intelligent than just ‘hey bitch, come here!’. Which bitch are you talking about? Possibly we could wear numbers on our hips in a parody of Miss Universe contests, but that’s demeaning in a non-arousing way. I want to feel like a sex object at a sex party; I don’t want to feel like a digit. Possibly they could make us wear signs that refer to some inner fantasy of ours that we want satisfied at this party. That way the guys will know what to do to please us, and we will know when we are being called.
ATM Bitch sounds like a good name for myself at a sex party.
Also as I have mentioned before, I have a long standing habit of using organic or more expensive lubes on my pussy, and the nastier tasting and nastier feeling silicon based lubes on my butt. So my ass can be fully and properly cleaned out, but still taste incredibly nasty when doing ATM. I think I might actually cum if another black bro spanks me while one bro is making me do ATM if my face is already very red and I am already primed to have an orgasm.
Once during one of my sharing-fantasies sessions, one of my friends told me she was an ice fanatic. If she was in a sex party like this, she would love men who shamelessly violate her with frozen popsicles and push ice cubes into her pussy.
I like being touched and stimulated with ice, but ice cubes in my vagina is too much. I would probably get painful ice burns (I think).
I have tried being fucked with a penis-shaped ice cube inside two layers of condoms before. The sensation was incredible. But then the condoms leaked, and suddenly me and my partner were both soaked with cold water. It was a total turn off, literally a wet blanket/ drenched with cold water situation that I did not repeat.
Anyway, back to the party. Ice is good as long as you use it sparingly. You don’t even need to use it on erogenous zones – just watch 9 and a half weeks if you want some inspiration. Just a bit of touch and play, don’t apply it so long that we girls get ice burns or get numb. And remember to wipe us down if we get wet; cold water is definitely not erotic.
Any good sex party should have multiple costume changes and many men to each woman. We’re multi-orgasmic, so it has always been my hope to get more orgasms than male sex partners in one night. Costume changes are tremendously fun; at a sex party because it allows us to enter into fantasies about being different people. EG a submissive maid, a schoolgirl, etc. You can even have a lottery where a select few winners are allowed to peek into the girls’ dressing room. I think men like being voyeurs all the time and women like being peeked at when they are in a sexual mood.
After a while, the sexual harassment gets more and more involved. Soon we have waitresses kneeling or crouching down to suck black men’s cocks while the men lie back and chat at the table. I think there are few things more feminine (and submissive) than to get down on all fours and be led by a leash to crawl past some forceful, dominant black men doing their manspreading thing, then getting underneath a table to service all the men without even being able to see their faces.
(Oh, and please have bulges in your pants. When at a sex party, you need to respect women, and that means having your dicks erect even if the woman crawling in front of you is not your type. If you don’t like someone for some reason, just look at another girl. In any case men must have erections at a sex party; we girls want to see and smell DICK!)
Let me add that fresh sweat is quite erotic. Maybe the guys should all be ****** to do pull ups, jumping jacks and push ups at the front door, just to heat them up and get them sweating. One men can’t smell like much, but a room full with 400 muscular, sweaty black men is going to have a male smell for sure.
As part of the sex games, each table could have one man stand up and wave an undergarment like a flag. The girl whose underwear it is, must get on all fours and crawl to service this man.
Oh, and I have had this disgusting fantasy about playboy bunny swimsuits before. I’ve always wondered if the round rabbit tail was actually the handle to a butt plug that all girls had to put on before the party so that our asses are primed for anal right away. It’s a disgusting fantasy, but I can just imagine myself wearing such a demeaning costume and a mindless grin on my face, going from table to table to serve black men cocktails, when they grab my rabbit tail and start ass fucking me with that butt plug. To add to the mood, every table should have two white girls in a similar predicament. We’re facing each other across the table when the black men ass fuck us while we squeal helplessly. The highlight, which guarantees an adrenaline rush to my face (really obscene yet a must-do for me!), is when one of the men pulls out that butt plug and either feeds it to me, or takes the other girl’s butt plug and feeds it to me.
I deep throat that butt plug without protest, but probably by that point I’m all red from a mixture of alcohol consumed and abject public humiliation. By this time probably all girls have lost any inhibitions, so you can begin the fucking very soon.
Um, so far I have been talking about the preliminaries.
One day I will talk about later, during the main action. I think that’s far less important than the foreplay/ preliminary session. Being penetrated does often feels good, but penile sex alone, whether in ass or pussy, will rarely give me an orgasm so I’m surprisingly indifferent to most of the actual fucking. I can get the same sensations playing with one of my many dildos, but it is the dom-sub and socially charged atmosphere that I simply can’t replicate via masturbation alone.
This is about me playing a female role, or an exaggeratedly female role going far beyond my daily life experiences.
I’ve said this in my other posts, but touch is very important. If you’re a man playing a dominant role, you MUST grab and take control. Watch Katsuni’s scenes for how to dominate. I really hate the porn where the man is scarcely touching his partner, as though he wishes he wasn’t having sex with her.
The finale must be full of sound, touch and smell way beyond what any visual porn or sex toy can provide. That’s why I am excited at bukkakes and golden showers. It’s a mix of humiliation together with overpowering male scent and territory marking, all of which tick my boxes perfectly. You need many men to do this, and they had all better be well primed with semen. I’m particularly disdainful of guys who can’t produce sperm. No matter how macho and dominant you are, you’re not going to be leaving any descendants if your balls can’t do their work!
Going Home Phase
Even the going home part, the wind up, needs to be planned perfectly. Men can just slink off when they lose their erections, but the ending phase tends to be very long for women. I can’t just turn off all sexual interest like a switch.
At this dream sex party I think the best is to have the girls clean each other up. It’s uncool to use tissues, we should be using our mouths. Besides, that’s a lot more intimate when we lap up each other’s intimate juices.
I have a far higher tendency to enjoy girl on girl than most women. I think it is because I did a lot of that when younger and experimenting with sex. I am totally non lesbian, but have always believed that it is entirely natural for women to engage in sexual activity with each other.
I would hate to go home alone to my cold room with no one around. I would rather that an entire hotel suite was reserved for us girls. We can go to sleep in a mass bunch, wrapped and entwined around each other. That feels very safe and peaceful (and reminds me of my sleepover nights when younger). And feminine, of course.
I have kept this to myself for some time, but now I’m trying my hand at writing out my fantasies about being degraded...
Themes: Semi-Nonconsensual sex, humiliated, being subject to outrage
A sense of outrage is most important to me, I don’t know why. I have to feel that I’m being outraged – humiliated, exposed, raped, etc. Whatever done to me has to be something that isn’t normally acceptable, preferably something totally far from my daily experiences and which turns my normal life and the assumptions of my life upside down.
(Yes, being turned physically upside down will also excite me, although I’m not too comfortable with that at a sex party because I imagine that I would end up puking out all the semen I’d just consumed.)
I’m most excited when I am literally naked and left with no dignity. Everything stripped away from me, not just clothes, but also all my normal dignity and self respect drowned in a sea of abasement.
I don’t know what’s with me, but although I normally live a low profile life, wearing flats and unflattering but practical and inexpensive clothes, I still have a feminine side that demands to be satisfied via extreme submission and being targeted.
The video covers that feature white women on their knees or crawling in front of nasty men with their arms folded, turn me on. I like it when the women are looking up with an expression of being eager to please. I am very aroused when the woman is called a bitch and looks like one, with tongue hanging out all ready to lick and suck men’s balls. Oh, and the man’s equipment must be big enough to dominate the woman. While I really don’t care about the actual size of a penis penetrating my butt in real anal sex, when it comes to foreplay, blowjobs and general dom play, it’s very important for a man to be huge. I’m crazy about dicks that are bigger than girls’ faces.
In BDSM/ dom sex, the guys actually fucking me can be pretty small. I can still have a rollicking good time. But the guy directly in front of me/ waving his dick in my face must be big. It makes me feel small and submissive. (The actual master doesn’t have to be big, I don’t even need to see him. As long as his voice is strong and dominant, I’ll obey.)
I find that foreplay and scene-setting is far more important than actual penetration. I have often fallen asleep watching repetitive acts of penetration. But I’m so aroused by certain scenes featuring domination and submission... scenes where men demonstrate power and control, and women demonstrate subservience. These scenes often need to have ups and downs. The emotional ups and downs create texture and appeal to me. Eg cracking a whip followed by a light slap on my butt. I’m not actually being hurt, but the sound of the whip and the tactile sensation of being smacked will send my heart rate soaring. It’s almost like a dick thrusting into my pussy.
Let me lay out one such scene. There isn’t necessarily a single porn scene that replicates this; it is more like a mishmash of all my fantasies and actual porn scenes remixed into something that I like.
My fantasy dinner party at some sex club where all the white girls are skimpily clad or wearing sexualized clothes such as some parody of maid uniform or cheerleader uniform. We’re all serving food and alcohol to various black men at tables. We shashay between tables as men comment on us. It’s ok to be crude and demeaning, as long as you are dominant in tone. (Most real life sex harassers sound like losers and hence would forever turn off women rather than commanding their sexual submission.) I would prefer the club to feature variety. EG women who like carpenters and workmen can serve a table featuring similarly dressed men. Women who like firemen or soldiers can go for a table featuring such men. I’d probably go for the tables featuring men in suits and wine and sophisticated conversation.
Everything at the scene should be primed to put people in a sexual mood.
Because this is a male-dom, female sub kind of setting, it’s important to set the tone right. Every cue should be correctly targeted at telling the females to be submissive and the males to be dominant.
For example: the scene at the door.
We could have two entrances next to each other.
One entrance has a tall doorway with black doors and a phallic shape. It’s for the black guys.
One entrance is shaped like a pussy and is white in color.
Black men are lining up at the black door. The doormen guarding the black door are big, black, and well dressed. (Can’t emphasize this enough; many real black men outside the professional community have a terrible sense of dress and look like losers freshly out of prison. Just ignore these faux thug rapper losers in the black community and take a cue from Johnny Cochran or Obama, you morons!)
White and Asian and Hispanic (anyone who is fair skinned) girls are lining up at the white door. We’re all sexily dressed and in heels. Heels have this psychological effect on me. Because I so rarely wear them, I’m not that comfortable in heels. They always put me in a mating mood when I’m teethering and tottering on heels. This is not a feeling unique to me because my nerdiest friends also feel the same.
The black men need some demonstration of strength to qualify for entrance. Maybe lift some weights or something. I don’t like weak men. Most women don’t like weak men. You should be able to carry at least 200lbs; at least prove that you can carry a moderately chunky woman before you’re allowed to enter a sex party. I’m way lighter than 200 but still I want to know that my partner can easily carry me without getting tired fast!
The girls have a different criteria for entrance – appropriate dress. We need to ‘dress appropriately’ on the spot.
This is the kind of time when we put aside all our dignity at the front door, where we are required to strip and put on these degradingly skimpy waitress or Playboy bunny or nightclub or cabaret clothes in front of leering black men (who are not allowed to touch us at that point). Then we have to put on collars and strap little queen of spades anklets on. I don’t really like to put on a collar myself; it should be some muscular brute or an arrogant alpha type bouncer who does the collaring for all of us white bitches.
Collaring is a skill by itself. It needs to be rough, yet not too rough. A collar has to be firm and be something like a choker, yet not chafe or constrict too much to spoil the mood. No matter how rough and aggressive your talk is, ultimately you need a sensitive and intelligent man to put a collar on properly.
Even before we enter, we’re already marked as sex objects.
The white girls are then made to walk pass a corridor... there are lots of sexy pictures and posters and statues to set the mood.
The men attending such a sex party should pay for lots and lots and lots of chocolates. Preferably every black man should be compelled to make a few casts of his fully erect equipment in dark chocolate. (Dark chocolate also happens to be the best at helping with sexual arousal.) You can save money by making hollow casts so the chocolate is actually very thin, that’s fine. Not as if any girl can genuinely eat a chocolate that big. Even if I could, I won’t, because it will make me fat! But you need to have something that represents you right off the bat. Maybe us girls can walk down a corridor with photos of all the black guys attending the sex party – and a few life size models of his full erection will be available for girls to take. You like the guy, you take his dick and look for him later.
On the other corridor, the black men can walk down a corridor with photos of the girls. Us girls are represented by our lingerie. You like a girl, take her panties or bra or stockings and use it to reserve her attention later. I would probably just put a few of my well used panties there, since I don’t have much to show off where a bra is concerned and I always fumble with stockings and garter belts.
At the party...
All girls are considered eye candy and we are all considered entertainment. All holes are accessible. I really don’t like that kind of party where some people don’t obey the rules that tell them to clean out their butts or shave their bodies properly. Since this is a fantasy, I can fantasize about the kind of party where everyone obeys the rules perfectly and no condoms are required and everyone is disease free and there is no unsightly hair on someone’s butt.
You can pay if you wish. It’s not really necessary, but some girls have ******* fantasies. I sometimes fantasize about being a paid stripper myself. I once attended a sex party where monopoly money was being used as a prop for fun and the girls could play at a stripper pole, but that was years ago when inkjet printing was still quite expensive and the ink smudged easily if your hands are wet and sweaty. In this era we can easily churn out lots of laser printed money that looks good. The guys can pay with faux currency printed with pleasing images of them. When I say pleasing images, they really don’t have to be pictures of their dicks. The Russian president has it right – you can be riding a horse, playing football, working on your house and still look damned good. It’s play currency, so why stick pictures of dead white men down our cleavages or stockings? Give us some currency, some mementos that features you in action!
We all have silly, submissive looks on our faces as we serve the men. I am totally not a fan of ******* and strongly opposed to using ******* in sex, but there are plenty of non-******* that can increase sexual arousal and I strongly support the free use of such ‘opiates’ at such parties.
For instance, coffee, tea, chocolates, even sugar all can heighten sexual arousal. Since I normally live my life in restrained fashion, it is fairly easy for me to increase my heart rate by consuming any of these above foods at a sex party.
I am not rich so I don’t ******* a lot, but I am very much the fine wine type. Since I don’t expect good wine at any sex party (it is expensive, you know), I guess what remains is hard *******. Am not a fan of hard *******, so will probably just ******* some supermarket wine as a companion drinker. It’ll work to get me aroused even if it doesn’t taste so good.
We serve by bending over submissively and the men can grope us, touch us, ******* us as they wish. They can grab us and make us sit on their laps. There should also be some kind of technology that allows people to know what can or cannot be done. EG if we are all collared, when we approach a man to serve him, his phone app should tell him what he can do with us.
For instance, in this kind of situation I would not resist men poking fingers into my ass and then putting said fingers in my mouth with everyone else at the table watching and commenting. It’s extremely humiliating, exactly what I crave. But I can imagine some women would totally not accept that. I can see myself (in my fantasy) washing the ass taste out of my mouth by drinking the wine that I was serving to the black men.
Wow, I can’t imagine how red I would be at that point. As I have mentioned repeatedly in other posts, I associate good sex with a red, burning face and generally burning upper body. I know some people think that’s freaky, but that’s just how I am like. So if I am humiliated and that is followed (or preceeded) by alcohol, my red-face situation is compounded and it heightens my excitement. In a sex party like this, I would like to go from table to table, tasting my own ass in front of all the nasty men and seeing their leering faces as I was subject to nonstop humiliation.
Oh, but I won’t do so on my own accord. I need to be commanded. And the guys need to be a lot more creative and intelligent than just ‘hey bitch, come here!’. Which bitch are you talking about? Possibly we could wear numbers on our hips in a parody of Miss Universe contests, but that’s demeaning in a non-arousing way. I want to feel like a sex object at a sex party; I don’t want to feel like a digit. Possibly they could make us wear signs that refer to some inner fantasy of ours that we want satisfied at this party. That way the guys will know what to do to please us, and we will know when we are being called.
ATM Bitch sounds like a good name for myself at a sex party.
Also as I have mentioned before, I have a long standing habit of using organic or more expensive lubes on my pussy, and the nastier tasting and nastier feeling silicon based lubes on my butt. So my ass can be fully and properly cleaned out, but still taste incredibly nasty when doing ATM. I think I might actually cum if another black bro spanks me while one bro is making me do ATM if my face is already very red and I am already primed to have an orgasm.
Once during one of my sharing-fantasies sessions, one of my friends told me she was an ice fanatic. If she was in a sex party like this, she would love men who shamelessly violate her with frozen popsicles and push ice cubes into her pussy.
I like being touched and stimulated with ice, but ice cubes in my vagina is too much. I would probably get painful ice burns (I think).
I have tried being fucked with a penis-shaped ice cube inside two layers of condoms before. The sensation was incredible. But then the condoms leaked, and suddenly me and my partner were both soaked with cold water. It was a total turn off, literally a wet blanket/ drenched with cold water situation that I did not repeat.
Anyway, back to the party. Ice is good as long as you use it sparingly. You don’t even need to use it on erogenous zones – just watch 9 and a half weeks if you want some inspiration. Just a bit of touch and play, don’t apply it so long that we girls get ice burns or get numb. And remember to wipe us down if we get wet; cold water is definitely not erotic.
Any good sex party should have multiple costume changes and many men to each woman. We’re multi-orgasmic, so it has always been my hope to get more orgasms than male sex partners in one night. Costume changes are tremendously fun; at a sex party because it allows us to enter into fantasies about being different people. EG a submissive maid, a schoolgirl, etc. You can even have a lottery where a select few winners are allowed to peek into the girls’ dressing room. I think men like being voyeurs all the time and women like being peeked at when they are in a sexual mood.
After a while, the sexual harassment gets more and more involved. Soon we have waitresses kneeling or crouching down to suck black men’s cocks while the men lie back and chat at the table. I think there are few things more feminine (and submissive) than to get down on all fours and be led by a leash to crawl past some forceful, dominant black men doing their manspreading thing, then getting underneath a table to service all the men without even being able to see their faces.
(Oh, and please have bulges in your pants. When at a sex party, you need to respect women, and that means having your dicks erect even if the woman crawling in front of you is not your type. If you don’t like someone for some reason, just look at another girl. In any case men must have erections at a sex party; we girls want to see and smell DICK!)
Let me add that fresh sweat is quite erotic. Maybe the guys should all be ****** to do pull ups, jumping jacks and push ups at the front door, just to heat them up and get them sweating. One men can’t smell like much, but a room full with 400 muscular, sweaty black men is going to have a male smell for sure.
As part of the sex games, each table could have one man stand up and wave an undergarment like a flag. The girl whose underwear it is, must get on all fours and crawl to service this man.
Oh, and I have had this disgusting fantasy about playboy bunny swimsuits before. I’ve always wondered if the round rabbit tail was actually the handle to a butt plug that all girls had to put on before the party so that our asses are primed for anal right away. It’s a disgusting fantasy, but I can just imagine myself wearing such a demeaning costume and a mindless grin on my face, going from table to table to serve black men cocktails, when they grab my rabbit tail and start ass fucking me with that butt plug. To add to the mood, every table should have two white girls in a similar predicament. We’re facing each other across the table when the black men ass fuck us while we squeal helplessly. The highlight, which guarantees an adrenaline rush to my face (really obscene yet a must-do for me!), is when one of the men pulls out that butt plug and either feeds it to me, or takes the other girl’s butt plug and feeds it to me.
I deep throat that butt plug without protest, but probably by that point I’m all red from a mixture of alcohol consumed and abject public humiliation. By this time probably all girls have lost any inhibitions, so you can begin the fucking very soon.
Um, so far I have been talking about the preliminaries.
One day I will talk about later, during the main action. I think that’s far less important than the foreplay/ preliminary session. Being penetrated does often feels good, but penile sex alone, whether in ass or pussy, will rarely give me an orgasm so I’m surprisingly indifferent to most of the actual fucking. I can get the same sensations playing with one of my many dildos, but it is the dom-sub and socially charged atmosphere that I simply can’t replicate via masturbation alone.
This is about me playing a female role, or an exaggeratedly female role going far beyond my daily life experiences.
I’ve said this in my other posts, but touch is very important. If you’re a man playing a dominant role, you MUST grab and take control. Watch Katsuni’s scenes for how to dominate. I really hate the porn where the man is scarcely touching his partner, as though he wishes he wasn’t having sex with her.
The finale must be full of sound, touch and smell way beyond what any visual porn or sex toy can provide. That’s why I am excited at bukkakes and golden showers. It’s a mix of humiliation together with overpowering male scent and territory marking, all of which tick my boxes perfectly. You need many men to do this, and they had all better be well primed with semen. I’m particularly disdainful of guys who can’t produce sperm. No matter how macho and dominant you are, you’re not going to be leaving any descendants if your balls can’t do their work!
Going Home Phase
Even the going home part, the wind up, needs to be planned perfectly. Men can just slink off when they lose their erections, but the ending phase tends to be very long for women. I can’t just turn off all sexual interest like a switch.
At this dream sex party I think the best is to have the girls clean each other up. It’s uncool to use tissues, we should be using our mouths. Besides, that’s a lot more intimate when we lap up each other’s intimate juices.
I have a far higher tendency to enjoy girl on girl than most women. I think it is because I did a lot of that when younger and experimenting with sex. I am totally non lesbian, but have always believed that it is entirely natural for women to engage in sexual activity with each other.
I would hate to go home alone to my cold room with no one around. I would rather that an entire hotel suite was reserved for us girls. We can go to sleep in a mass bunch, wrapped and entwined around each other. That feels very safe and peaceful (and reminds me of my sleepover nights when younger). And feminine, of course.
