Did I mention I love Bubble Tea? (and Pacific Friction smut)

I do.
Ahhhhh, tapioca bubble and coconut jelly goodness

So, I have been remiss in journaling as of late, because a lot of it hurts, but I wanted to write about some hot funness called Pacific Friction.

This was the event’s second year, the last one was 2 years ago, and I know it to be a great event. Great people, good space, and this time it was even public transit accessable which made me SOOOO happy.

Friday I showed up early and sat making chain mail. I love making chain mail. I will make more chain mail. Dropped off books (we sold stacks, happy dance) with Galeogirl and Arashi, flirted a bit, and then made more chainmail. Opening ceremonies was good, but silly, but I won a pair of leather cuffs which was nice. My knee was killing me so I sat around and talked instead of playing, but when Scout mentioned he was going to hang up Chelle and Blaze, he and I started talking. He’s only ever done ankle-only suspensions, which are hell on heavier bodies in my opinion, and so I decided to show him the inversion harness Emma Hui showed me many years ago, the one I threw on Amanda Wildfire, the one that people keep calling my minversion harness, but really- it’s Emma’s.

So here we are in the hallway, with me sitting on my ass, as I throw the harness on Scout. He throws one on Blaze. I throw more rope on him. We ended up with a huge audience as I’m just trying to show a loved one how to not kill his sweet ex-roommate Chelle… it was hilarious.

The next day I taught my rope class which was packed to the gills, and apparently embarrassed the hell out of Coral by endorsing her. The rope class was hilarious, and did I mention packed (80+ people in a hands on, UGH!), and folks all laughed a lot and had fun with a few simple concept ties. I also attended Janet Hardy’s Ethical Slut class, where I found myself contemplating the cult of the couple in our society, and thinking a lot about inner vs outer perceptions of identity which was only a tiny slice of the class. Lolita and I had a great dinner at Sushi Takahashi with notes on trains- I am so glad she and I got to catch up.

The play party that night was the Bridgett Suspension Show.

Cosmic had contacted me to see if I could hang up his girlfriend, the non pain slut slut hotness, in a comfty hang so she could get mid-air fisted for an hour+. I did with glee, and it’s the reason I’m only bringing 1 piece of purple rope to Australia (had no time to clean the ropes that got lube’d). I swear that girl had a thousand screaming orgasms, and I was happy to rig, hold her head, and pinch an occassional nipple, though in all fairness I was distracted by watching other hot scenes around me and one that made my heart break just a little bit.

Hang #2- the hot curvyness that is Chelle, while other hot scenes happend around- first a hang on her back, then flipped her upside down, then she was attacked by purple Goddess and others while I laughed like a mad scientist- bwa ha ha.

I took a break from the suspension frame to let one of my oldest hands on students get her rope action on while Freya and I, ready to finally have our event date, went out in the hallway.

There she is, tiny budle of flexible redhead desire, wearing nothing but a slip-on strapless short dress, doing yoga in the hallway. I climbed up onto the boot black chair, my throne above the throng, and cock in hand let my fingers roam as I sat and watched her ass move through Cobra and Tree, a sun salutation bring me up and to attention for the next ten+ minutes as time washed away and all I could see was her- sheer black slipping over and against the curve of the base of that luscious rump, over the tops of her thighs, her head thrown back and forward again. She turned around and eyes locked with mine. Down on her knees she crawled forward, eyes locked first on me, then the lump in my trousers, and crawled up the throne until her head was rested perfectly between my thighs and her lips went down to denim.

I love the sensation of having my cock gnawed on through denim. My head fell back, I moaned, and yes, yes, tonight would be delicious.

The next hour or three were a dream. I tied her up on the ground then threw her into the air in pose after pose before sliding an anal hook up inside her, tying it off to the overhead lines, and sliding my cock out of my pants. I’ve always wanted to, never have, oh my gods…. yes. I have done suspended strap on scenes before, but not with my cock. My cocks are part of me, are me, are deeply intimate to me… but gods to slide myself inside her, to let her devour me with her cunt and her mouth, to pull her back in forth in mid air… oh gods.

Lowered to the ground we cuddled for a while then I crashed with Purple Goddess and Chell. In the morning I attended Queen Cougar’s Spiritual SM class which I was a pain at as I agreed and disagreed with her, but gosh it led to me making great contacts in the audience. My switching class left everyone with a LOT to chew on and I got rave reviews from folks at it. I’m really happy with my psychology classes as they are evolving.

I also had a chance to sit that weekend and talk with an old acquaintance/friend of mine who was interested in negotiating to be in formal service to me. It was nice to have a stack of questions to hand them, of what they need/want, of what they have to offer, etc. Thank you Hunter for helping me create this list through our fumbles, as Duncan was pre-trained and thus did not need as many of these adventures had with.

So that was Pacific Friction. Furry picked me up afterwards and we grabbed dinner before heading back to pack… it is a great event, and I would STRONGLY recommend it for any SM Women who play with Women or Transfolks who are respectful of women’s space (either gender ID).

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Lee Harrington

Lee Harrington is an internationally known sexuality, relationships, and personal authenticity educator. Having taught in all 50 states and in 6 countries, he brings a combination of playful engagement and thoughtful academic dialogue to a broad audience. An award-winning author and editor on gender, sexual, and sacred experience, his books include “Traversing Gender: Understanding Transgender Journeys,” and "Sacred Kink: The Eightfold Paths of BDSM and Beyond," among many other titles. He has been blogging online since 1998, and been teaching worldwide since 2001. Welcome to his world, and your chance to expand your mind and heart alike.

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