Come Sail Away

Sometimes Malcolm and I sit back and wonder if it's worth it to host events. It's a pain in the ass, lots of responsibility, time, and money. Lots of headaches with people changing their minds last minute. We have hopes of awesome times, we keep faith that all of our events, to date, have been successful. So I took a huge leap and decided to plan a Swinger's cruise. Tons of money on the line, weather to deal with, and a thousand other hoops to jump thru.....and all so fucking worth it.

I was grousing, towards the end, that I didn't wanna do it again. That it had gotten on my nerves, I was loosing confidence, and just wanted the friggin thing over with. Malcolm's mom took ill and landed in the hospital midweek, and then the Hurricane. Both of us overcame hurdles of a ginormous proportion to make this thing happen. But get over them we did, and we had ourselves the largest most successful event to date. I'd gone all out and hired an awesome DJ for the night, and we'd planned games, and door prizes as well. It really was a no holds barred attempt to make our name once and for all. It worked this time.

One of my members graciously stepped up and hosted a preparty at the local tavern. This place has amazing food, and more than half the group showed up for drinks and food before the cruise. We went to the preparty as soon as our room set up was complete, as we knew there wouldn't be any time between leaving the cruise and starting the afterparty to do so. It was hurried for us, because we had to get on board to do party setup as well, but the energy level in the room for this event was fantastic. It was cold, it was raining, but people were acquainting themselves with each other, and looking forward to boarding the ship regardless of the weather. I was struck by how gorgeous this group of people was. Couples, the lot, except for my boytoy Ian, of course, and the vanilla crowd was trying to figure out what this group of scantily clad, hug and kiss loving people were about. That was MINT!! On board, we set up hastily, and the first guests arrived. The bar was open and ready, and so were we, and after a brief delay waiting for a few couples that didn't make it, we set sail on Long Lake.


The music started, and my smart ass DJ chose the theme music from Gilligan's Island to kick it off. LOL...get it a three hour tour and all? LOL...wow. It was on from there. I had one of my right hand ladies make introductions for some late boarders, and we mingled, danced and got ready for the first party game. We'd decided on 3 games, which got increasingly more risque as the night wore on. What we hadn't thought about was that the top deck...open and soggy because of the recent rain, would be JAMMIN with people getting their truly serious Freak on, myself included. Malcolm and I took some early moments to stand at the railing overlooking the water and reflect on where we were, what we wanted, and how things are. His fear of the water recessed as he accepted that there would be no rogue waves killing us all, and for the fact that he couldn't exactly see it either. But the height of that railing, and the great footstool that the picnic table bench made...ahh, that was a great great thing. He bent me over that railing, lifted up my beaded so short skirt to find me naked and waiting underneath it.....and he shoved his cock in hard, slapping my ass as he did so. That was the first hour.

Three hours of that fantastic cruise seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. Everyone had an amazing time, everyone hugged and thanked us on their way out. And more than half of them showed up at our motel room for the after party. The sign of a fantastic party is when nobody wants it to end. And this one had a life of it's own. Starting around 12:30 am, the last guests left about 4 am. There was an ebb and flow to this party, which went between 2 adjoining rooms. It was so incredibly carnal, with the need to feed some sexual need filling people's thoughts even more than the need to drink. Each room was filled with writhing bodies, bodies getting fisted by the boytoy, women learning how to squirt for the first time and screaming out their very very wet releases. Men being sucked dry by talented tongues and mouths. The slap of someone being fucked very hard and deep. The brisk smack of an ass being punished. The moans of men and women coming over and over and over again. And the knowledge that no matter what, Malcolm hadn't finished until he'd finished with me. His cum belongs to me.

I don't honestly remember everything about that afterparty. It tended to take you over until you were part of the collective whole. It was one of those parties that people will talk about for years, and always compare other parties to. Because some small part of everyone's sanity was gone that night. It was all about sex, and pleasure, and more of both of those things than I think anyone thought themselves capable. Unbridled Lust.

I finished my night sandwiched between my boytoy and my lover. Ian filled my mouth and my throat while Malcolm's cock fucked my ass. I was dommed by both of them, and it was my pleasure to serve. It was also my pleasure to fight both of them, and recieve punishment. I've never seen my boytoy so hard as when he could wrap his fist in my hair and force my head down harder on his cock, while Malcolm would put his hand on the back of my neck and force me down harder on that sweet hard irish cock, pushing it farther in my throat until I gagged nonstop, just a continual contraction on the head of Ian's cock. It was the only time Ian came that night, I'd like to think he'd saved it for me. And as Ian finished, Malcolm chose that moment to assert his control and dominance at a new level.

Malcolm had been jealous the few days before the cruise, as family issues threatened to keep him away from it, and from me. I am still blown away that this magnificent bold man can actually feel jealous over ME. Be afraid that HE'd lose ME. Although we don't generally prescribe to jealousy issues in our relationship, this first time had me feeling thrilled that his level of caring has reached that proportion. So he wanted to mate me in all his primal glory, and stake his claim. He got it. He flipped me over on my back, and fucked my desperately sore pussy as hard as he could, slamming it home and hitting the back over and over in a sweaty pounding rhythm. He put his hand print on me in time with his thrusts, trying to get my tears, but only succeeding in making me try to top him from the bottom. I could feel him getting closer, and I hit him back, surprising him with my defiance. But he knew the game, and knew what I wanted. I got it, I got his rage, and his frustration. And I got his cum, filling me up, spilling out, and mixing with my own squirt as i bathed his lower body in my own cum.

He yanked me out of bed, and we headed for the shower where he tenderly ministered to me and kept me from falling. Helping me wash my hair, and all my secret places. Careful not to hurt my sore aching body. He tucked me into bed, put his furnace of a body against my cold skin, and shushed me to sleep, and we slept like the dead for a bit...oblivious to the sun making it's way into the sky. Ian had a cuddle partner as well, and at some ungodly hour, she made her way back into our room and kept him warm as well. I'm glad, as our beds were not set up to accommodate all three of us, and I was sad that Ian was isolated. I need not worry about him, he made an incredibly great accounting for himself, and is already much much loved by the ladies of the group, collectively.

We are now getting ready to plan for the next event. Part of me is afraid... I'm afraid I can't possibly do any better than what I already did. But like Malcolm says, we aren't in this to always try to top ourselves. We're in this because this is what we do, it's who we are. I agree baby.

Summer Beach Fun

It's encouraging to know that our little group is growing and becoming more and more exciting each party. This last party, held at Old Orchard Beach was different in that it attracted all couples, which was new for us as the previous two were more about singles. Every group owner hopes for couples, which make the group stable. Couples aren't fly by night, and if you make a good impression on them, they become the core of your group, ensuring it becomes successful. We had a fantastic time getting to know these couples, and also playing with them, and look forward to doing it again. We did make some decisions this round. The first decision being to go forward and only include "preferred" single men. Both Malcolm and I are tired of single guys confirming they will attend, then not showing up. We both have single male friends that we definitely want to include in the mix, hence the Preferred status. We will be accepting our friends, or people that come referred to us by couples we trust. Enough is enough. Next, we decided to take a break during July because most people are vacationing with their families, for one, and for two, the motel rates are insane due to the tourist industry. We'd have to charge 40.00 per person to even begin to think about doing that, and really...who the hell is gonna pay that in this economy? Malcolm and my schedule during July is a bit crazy anyways, and we did want to keep one weekend open to play privately with a couple we are very interested in, and who invited us to celebrate with them. YUM!
Malcolm and I had a little hard spot last week, after I wrote the last blog about my boy toy. It was his first real experience reading something I'd written that wasn't exclusively about him. He took it hard, much harder than I'd anticipated, and caused us just a bit of conflict in that it had hurt his feelings. Knowing I'd hurt him hurt me tenfold....I never want to hurt the man I love more than anything. He means everything to me. He did tell me, after he saw how stricken I was, that he was sorry he'd made a big deal of it, and that he didn't want me to change how I write. I offered to change it, I offered to take it down. But he insisted it remain in it's entirety and it's original form because that was me, and that was how I write. He let me know that in time he'd probably get into it more, but for now, he thinks he'd just prefer me to tell him my adventures verbally and with alot less intensity. I love him, so so so much.
That being said, I did understand that there would be a reckoning. Anyone in the D/s lifestyle can attest that a sub does not push her Dom's buttons without the Dom taking matters in hand and asserting his, well, dominance. I was a little unnerved, and was worried HOW that discipline would be delivered. I knew we'd not have any private time before the party, and knew that meant going into a party with unresolved issues. I suppose I'm a bad sub, but I'm terrified of public shame and humiliation. To be disciplined in public could just be the end for me, I swear. Yes, a little melodramatic, but nonetheless....
Malcolm assured me, as well, that any discipline he administers wouldn't be given out of anger. So our compromise was that I'd wear my collar at the party. I threw a bone in there and included the leash. I'm not a fan of my collar. It's tight, it's stiff, it restricts my range of motion, it chafes, and sometimes it feels like it chokes me. I knelt for Malcolm and offered him my collar. He took it and I bowed my head, held my hair and waited as he fastened it on me. The collar has this 3 or 4 pound grappling hook thingy on it which makes it incredibly gaumy, but once the whole contraption was together, I saw how he looked at me, and I knew in that moment that really, by my submission I hold him in my hand every bit as much as he holds me.

It was amazing. Malcolm was very loving all night, in front of the other couples. He'd come over to me, kiss me deeply, then whisper stuff in my ear like "You know what's coming later, right? I'm going to flail on you". Then he'd smile, move on, and be Mr Congeniality again. LOL, it was so disconcerting to hear about the pending violence of our coming together in the midst of such lighthearted fun. It was so erotic.
We bid the last of our couples goodnight at around 3 am. As he locked the door and turned out the lights, his countenance darkened, and he said "yeah, it's time." He pushed me down on the bed and ate me for the first time that night. Malcolm is a master at this, no words can honestly describe how it feels to have his tongue swirl over your clit, how he manages to suck it into his mouth and rub it in time to your own pulse. How he gets two fingers inside you and rubs the back while he sucks and licks the front. He makes me so damn wet, and he revels in running his tongue through my cream, sucking it down, making me cum for him.
He pressed his fat cock into me, lifting me so that he could get himself all the way in, all the way to the bottom. I love feeling his cock hit back, like I have a sheath custom made to fit him in just the right way. He looked at me while he speared me "That's MY pussy, isn't it?" "yes daddy, it's all yours"..."You're MY bitch aren't you?" , "yes daddy, I belong to you forever"... over and over and over until the single most thought in my mind was MY master, MY Dom, MY man, and I'd do whatever he asked, whenever he wanted because I am his slut, his whore. I completely belong to him. I have his absolute love, protection, and devotion in return for my unconditional love, servitude, and compliance.
As an interesting aside to the whole weekend, my sister finagled her way into the whole pic and was in town that night to help care for my daughter. It was her first time meeting Malcolm and she did her sisterly inquisition. It put Malcolm in a situation to have to declare his intentions, and bless his heart, he didn't balk. He passed her tests with flying colors, and let her know he's in it for the long haul, so not to worry. He made it clear that he loves me immensely, and managed to charm the General herself into thinking he's the greatest guy I've ever dated. No joke tho, he just really is.
Till next time!
Lilith & Malcolm

And We Forgot the Camera!

This past weekend, we hosted our second event. We decided, on the advice of a friend, to piggy back our party with a BBW dance being hosted in Braintree, Mass. I'd never been to a BBW dance, and was really looking forward to feeling a sense of camaraderie with other women of size, and meeting some incredible new friends. Our group had originally had about 12 people that committed to coming with us, but in the end we were a party of 6. Our biggest stumbling block, currently, is people who are no-shows or cancellers. I understand that life does happen, but I feel that there must be a better way to deal with this issue. Somehow we need to find a way to get more commitment from our groupies.

My disappointment at the dance itself was twofold. Firstly, it wasn't a well attended event. From the website (www.amplebeauties.com) most of the dances draw between 400-600 attendees. I would have been surprised if there had been 100 people there. Secondly, there was no camaraderie. I did receive some shy smiles from some of the women I smiled at, but mostly I felt like other women were sizing me up, and not in a good way. I suppose, since these dances are marketed to singles, that there is an aura of competition. AND, I discovered that this group is definitely not comfortable with bi-sexuality. We didn't stay at the dance too too long. LOL

Now, the party back in our room? It was outrageous. I drank a little bit too much and was feeling mighty brave. Malcolm was waiting for us ladies up there, having gone back to the room for a cold beer, and avoiding the 8.50 charge for booze down at the dance. His friend was there too, and our last man stayed at the dance a few more moments to chat with some ladies he was acquainted with. It got a bit hazy for me, the night becoming a series of pictures and feelings in my mind and body. So fulfilling. I walked into the room and virtually attacked Malcolm, kissing him deeply, repeatedly, and pulling him down to the bed and on top of me. His weight feels so good when he covers me... I really wanted to suck his cock, I'd been looking forward to it for awhile, and my pussy was dripping wet anticipating it. I got on my knees before him and he unzipped his jeans, slid down his Polo boxers, and unleashed his beautiful beautiful cock. It was so hard, with a pearl of precum at the tip just waiting for me. I licked it carefully, then sucked the head, getting it wet. I worked further down the shaft feeling the head glide along the palate of my mouth. Malcolm became impatient with me and fisted my hair good and tight, and drove his cock down my throat. He really tastes so good to me, I can only think that his taste, his smell all work to drive me further into heat when I'm around him. He fucked my mouth, loving that fact that he can gag me repeatedly. He loves feeling all the muscles in my throat convulse around him when he buries the head of his cock into my throat, enough so that i not only gag on him, but swallow on him too. OHHH, so damn good.

I'd made my outfit for the dance, and the skirt was micro mini short. He helped me up, and got me onto the bed on my hands and knees, raised up that so short skirt to find me naked underneath. He forced his cock into my pussy, my very wet and juicy pussy, until his balls slapped my clit, and he fucked me hard and deep. His friend LJ, presented me with my first glimpse of his beautiful cock, and pressed it to my lips. LJ is large, long and thick. Not so thick that you can't manage it, but thick enough to have to be careful of teeth. But it's an exciting kind of danger, and Malcolm loved seeing me swallow as much as I could. I couldn't get down to the bottom, but I did get close. Malcolm took to pounding into me, pushing me hard to make me go down harder, farther on his friend. What an amazing feeling to have one man caressing your ass and fucking you hard and deep, and another caressing your hair and fucking your mouth. I came, and screamed out my pleasure all around LJ's cock.


We stopped then, got up and went to attend to Susan, who was sitting and watching us. Susan couldn't play all the way, as sometimes women have those pesky monthly issues, but we were NOT going to let her get away with nothing. I needed to play with her beautiful breasts, and kiss her soft mouth, feel her hair under my fingers. And as I played it aroused Malcolm, who loves watching me with other women. He slipped his cock into my ass, fucking me there while my mouth was busy on Susan. LJ had moved to tend to our other female guest, Elaine, and our last guy, Ian, had finally made it back to the room. LJ and Ian worked Elaine over well, one mouth on her pussy, one cock in her mouth. And as we finished with Susan for a moment and I went to sit on the bed, Malcolm demanded an ass to mouth blow job.

Some will find the concept disgusting, some others arousing as hell. At that moment I was somewhere in the middle, and turned on by the thought that Malcolm would push me to go taboo in the middle of so many people. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I am his sub, he is my dom. I am the flower in his hand....I also do as my dom asks, as is his right. I felt rather than heard a collective gasp, amazement and lust from the men, surprise from the women. It made me braver, made me lose my inhibitions. He went down my throat again, and I swallowed. I lived to tell you all about it. LOL, and for the record? Yes, I'd do it again.

I went to the bathroom to clean up the mess Malcolm had made of me. Everyone had taken a break, drinking some beer, eating some snacks, refueling for more activity. I toweled off, laid on the bed to rest a moment, and within moments was embroiled in one of those surreal moments that float now in my memory. I lay on my left side, with a little satisfied smile on my lips and I felt the bed give behind me as LJ came up to snug against my ass. He rubbed that magnificent cock all over my ass, and gently opened me, and filled me, pressing in, and in... I was good, breathing and relaxing, and Malcolm came to me. I thought he'd come to kiss me, and hold me while his friend fucked my ass. He'd never shared that portal before, it was a new experience for both of us. But no, he was hard, so hard and aroused. He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder, opening me up wide in a scissor position. He nudged the lips of my pussy apart with his cock, waiting on his friend's groove. He slammed his cock home, and, in contrapuntal rhythm, I had my first vaginal/anal Double Penetration. I know the angle was hard on Malcolm, but the feeling was dreamlike, I still can't believe I actually did it. And like the greedy bitch I am, I want it again. And Again.

I haven't forgotten about Ian...he was ready when Malcolm and LJ were finished, wiping me down, giving me a drink, and when he was confident that I was ok, taking his turn. His mouth hit my clit and I was so sensitive I jumped, harder into his lips and he laughed a little evil laugh. I felt his fingers making their way inside of me, rubbing me, stretching me more. He licked and sucked, and his chin beard rasped, and his stubble provided so much sensation it was mindblowing. And that hand of his...it was filling me, but it was doing something, finding a spot that made this incredible pressure fill me to the point of painful uncomfortableness. He knew, he gave his little evil laugh as his hand began to fuck me in earnest, as his mouth sucked my clit hard. It was this base guttural feeling, I couldn't have stopped myself from fucking his hand to save my life. I knew I needed something, had to relieve that awful pressure, and it made me beg, and cry, and moan, and scream. And Scream, and scream, and.....push....and Squirt.

And squirt, and squirt, and he'd start the cycle over again while the guys all came running over to see the puddle collecting under my ass and drenching Ian's face and neck and hand. My god, I couldn't even breathe anymore....and in the midst of all that, Malcolm flipped me over and fucked me and fucked me and slapped my ass until it hurt and made me cum and squirt on him and completely lose control of myself. The party had wrapped up by then, and Malcolm and I raced each other to the shower where we tenderly washed each other clean. Malcolm couldn't stay with me because of a family obligation, and the fact that he was LJ's ride. He left me in the company of his trusted friend Ian for the night, not willing to abandon me after all that to solitude in a strange place. I was given free reign with my boy toy for the evening. But that will have to be another blog.

I love Malcolm so very much, and these experiences that we create together make everything so special.