Raj has been nagging me for years about going to Vegas without the kids. I've never felt comfortable leaving them behind while my husband and I fly somewhere. What if the flight crashes?
"You know driving to Napa has a higher chance of crashing than flying, right?" he'd say.
"Of course I know," I'd reply.
This year, it finally happened. After we returned from India and China, Raj was trying his best to help me enjoy life in America and feel more at home here.
It was basically a 48-hour tripping tour, and we had the best sex of our lives. Of course, as soon as we landed in Vegas, I easily found several people on Feeld, and we had an orgy in our fancy hotel room at the Fontainebleau the same night. Raj has finally graduated from being a nervous, innocent Indian boy and has become a legitimate bull.
It seems like the LS scene in LV isn't as wild, and the people there seem less experienced. It's unlike the Bay Area, where group sex and orgies are everywhere, and people are used to all kinds of situations from a young age.
The 34-year-old local guy, born and raised, was nervous all night and couldn't perform. The 57-year-old guy with a beautiful older woman didn't have a very big equipment, and I didn't feel full at all with him. He was five to six inches and not too thick - which is actually above average. That's what most women in the world get if they're lucky. I guess I've become a man-made size queen.
I was waiting for my turn to have my husband's big, thick, hard c*** in me. The good thing about having extra guys is that I'd be worked on the whole time. The guys have tongues and fingers and all that stuff; it keeps me warm. Whenever my husband was done satisfying the beautiful older woman, I got to have him. Only c**ks like that could make me feel full and take me there.
I was floating in the belt of Jupiter, with stars blinking and drawing silky, long lines across the sky. I could only hear my own voice, my own moan, slowed and echoing as if in a theater. I could only feel how my vagina wrapped tightly around the hard c*** that was constantly pounding into me, a sensation that gave me so much pain but much more pleasure. "Baby", I would call out lustfully again and again. What screamed in my mind was, "Baby, I love you!" I could only feel the hands, tongues, and lips on me, enjoying me as well as giving me pleasure. "Oh Momo, you are so damn sexy." "Wow you are sooooo beautiful." "Mmmmm you are so soft, this feels so goooood." Their gentle voices merged into my own slowed moan, echoing together. And for the most part, my mouth was also full, sometimes my throat, all in the same slowed rhythm. I also loved it when the woman softly ate me out for 20 minutes while my husband took care of her. I kissed a lot with her too, our soft lips and tongues touching over and over again, as if silky blinking lines from the stars could come out from our mouths.
For the trip, we took something different (legal stuff obviously, both in California and Nevera), but gummies are my favorite nowadays, so it was all mixed up inside my body since we've been slow-dosing nonstop. The slowing, centralizing, and floating effect was mostly from the gummy.
For the second night, we planned to have our first organized gangbang with a different group of people. However, it turned out that as the weekend approached, people used Feeld much less because free sex was everywhere on the streets of LV. "It's sugar in the air!" two men were saying, and somehow that line reached my ears while my brain was focused only on the music and rhythm wherever we walked. Young, attractive girls, all dressed up in exceptionally tiny and fancy clothes, promenaded everywhere, showing off their firm breasts, round butts, and silky skin. They were indeed "sugar in the air" - what a sight to behold.
Obviously, the two men from the first night wanted more, especially the underperforming young local. He actually had a nice c***, but without new c***s, we didn't proceed with the gangbang idea. Instead, Raj and I had a second day out at Sea Mountain and tried out Play LV at night.
In Sea Mountain, Raj had a spiritual journey with me, and he tripped to switch and became vulnerable. Due to my experiences, I took up the role nicely. I completely used and abused his vulnerability, sending him into a state of euphoria over and over again. We couldn't stop giggling throughout. The warm weather, the swimming pool, Buddha statues everywhere, a blue sky filled with stars, and people lying around and playing freely.
At Play LV, to be honest, people in Vegas are much more uptight. Maybe some are tourists who think it's a one-off thing - a "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" kind of sinful stuff. They have a pious life to get back to. Unlike us Bay Area locals, we don't carry around that made-up "sin" or "shame"; it was discarded a long while ago. All of that is a part of our life and daily routine, as natural as taking a shit or dining out with friends. There is nothing pious in us, nothing.
I only got to play with two single guys. While Raj left me for two minutes, two guys came forward right away. That night, they only allowed nine single men, and any couple who wanted a threesome could take them to a private room to play. And man, oh man, they had many, many rooms.
I'm a Bay Area gal. I like public, open spaces; our rooms in California are never allowed to be closed. I brought the boys to an open bed, and they got nervous in that situation - typical inexperienced youngsters, one local one "from Italy". Or as he claimed, his accent was more Eastern European. We walked around the couples-only area, where most couples were only playing with each other without swapping. Two couples were in one bed, with many individual beds separated by silky curtains. Unlike in the Bay, we play on the floor. The whole space is connected, and everyone is together. The people in Vegas need to chill the heck out and loosen up.
"Every month, one Thursday is for a gangbang. We would have 30 couples and many more singles. Each couple would take up a room and have a gangbang there individually. How about you guys? How big are your events?" the boy who was able to fuck me for some time until he got nervous because people came to watch, talked to Raj before we left.
Yeah, in the Bay Area, gangbangs happen together in one space; we don't need individual rooms, which kills the vibe. And every week, there are two nights in one of the clubs that allow as many single guys as they want.
Raj did fuck me in the couples-only area, on one of the beds. The voices of many other women moaning became celestial music, floating into my ears like bouncing musical notes. My own voice and theirs were in the center of the cosmos, radiating neon lights that moved with the rhythm.
I came so hard my throat was sore, and I had lost my voice by then because that was my third intense orgasm within 36 hours. Each orgasm took a long while to reach and lasted at least a minute of screaming. I was not able to hold down my scream, so I buried my face in the pillow to control the noise. Women in the room started to giggle and appreciated my experience. A night ago, in the hotel room, the guys gently put their hands on my mouth so the neighbors wouldn't report us to the police, suspecting foul play in our room.
After Play LV, we went dancing until 4 a.m., ate some pizza, and went back to the room. "Baby, I want to be fucked more and cum again." This is what the new thing does: my sex organ has become a wild flower with 100 bright red petals, yearning to bloom. Each petal carries its own sensor, and with one light touch, it opens up to its fullest. By then, we had been continuously tripping for around 40 hours, and this heavy, bright red flower with 100 sparkling petals was on the verge of blooming.
As Raj was pounding me from behind with his big, thick, and hard c***, I started to speak. I could never speak while having sex. Guys would whisper in my ears, asking me questions, seeking permission. I'd keep moaning and couldn't catch my breath, unable to say even a word. "Oh yeah, oh yeahhh, oh yeahhh..." all of a sudden, words burst out from me lustfully, as natural as my orgasm scream. "Oh so big, so biiiiiiiiig... I love it, oh I loooooove it." "Fuck me more. Fuck me, baby!" "I want it, oh I want it. I want it deep and hard." "Oh slow down a little." "Oh, faster, baby faster." "Oh yeah, oh yes, yeahhh." "It's so full in me, I feel so full..." "Yes, yeahh, oh yeahh, fill me up, baby, fill me up, oh yeahh, so big, I want it, I love it..." Inside of me, my wild flower was blooming as it became the center of the universe. All those hundreds of red petals were extending and arching to the full, little twinkling bling-bling lights surrounding each of the petals, dancing in the dark.
The Greek god Tiresias had a unique perspective on male and female sexual pleasure.
While still a young man, Tiresias came upon two snakes entwined in copulation. With his walking stick, he separated the amorous serpents and was suddenly transformed into a woman.
Seven years later, the female Tiresias was walking through the forest when she again interrupted two snakes in a private moment. Placing her staff between them, she completed the cycle and transformed back into a man.
This unique breadth of experience led the first couple of the Greek pantheon, Zeus and Hera, to call upon Tiresias to resolve their long-running marital dispute: who enjoys sex more, men or women? Zeus was sure that women did, but Hera would hear none of it. Tiresias replied that not only did females enjoy sex more than males, they enjoyed it nine times more.
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Why does any of this history matter? Why is it important that we correct widely held misconceptions about human sexual evolution?
Well, ask yourself what might change if everyone knew that women do (or, at least, can in the right circumstances) enjoy sex as much as men, not to mention nine times more, as Tiresias claimed? What if Darwin was wrong about the sexuality of the human female - led astray by his Victorian bias?......
-- "Sex At Dawn" by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha
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