vaneramos | Sex party

Saturday afternoon at the Lilac Festival: rhododendron

Magnolia

The main event of the Rochester Rams' weekend was Sunday afternoon at Dan and Al's farm, an hour from Rochester. A $20 fee covered food and a fully equipped bar. Danny and I played a game of pool in the basement before moving onto other festivities. Unfortunately the cool, damp weather discouraged use of pool and deck.

Two dungeons provided most of the entertainment, one in the basement of the house, called hell, and a larger one in the loft of the barn, called heaven. The latter included a sling, sawhorse, cross, other devices, a large collection of floggers and other toys. I missed seeing the hoist in the main floor of the barn.

After an enjoyable excursion to heaven, I retreated for two relatively vanilla liaisons in a private bedroom, the latter involving a muscular Ram, satisfying my biceps and shoulder fetish for now.

Although I have frequented bathhouses, in the past I did not take well to sex parties. I was uncomfortable in situations where I couldn't control who touched or kissed me. Having the option of retreating to a private room helped. But most important is an improved sense of assertiveness—knowing it's okay to say no.