Blind sex

I promised some feedback from our weekend club visit, we had a good time and there is many a tryst to whisper into your ear. So here's a little something to wet your appetite, although probably not quite what you're expecting............

Mr S led me by the hand into an empty, pitch black 'cubby hole'. He's calling the shots tonight. It's a 15ft by 5ft room with walls painted black and the entrance concealed with a thick, red velvet curtain. I giggle a little as I stumble over his feet and into the darkness. He steadies me with his hands, protectively pulling me towards him. We kiss passionately, hungrily.

The music from the club swirls around us, muffled by the distance, echoing off the containing walls. Mr S breaks away from me, slips my shoulders free of my dress, pulling the stretchy fabric down to expose my breasts. He kisses them hungrily, as he peels the remaining garment down over my thighs, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath the dress I am naked, he'd dared me earlier to go out without underwear on, I accepted his challenge with relish. Now I feel strangely empowered standing here dressed only in stiletto heels. You may look, but only touch if I allow.

He spins me around, bending my body slightly forward, away from him. He calls this 'fishing' and is usually a pastime reserved for the jacuzzi. It's a method he's perfected over several visits to various swinging clubs. He finds that fucking me from behind, hooks a fishy meal every time. Perhaps it's the sight of my breasts lightly bouncing, the gentle biting down on my lip, the sheer ecstasy on my face as Mr S fucks me, that draws in the minnows?

It isn't long before a potential fishy 'catch' appears in the form of an attractive couple. Well I say attractive, but it was very dark, almost pitch, but their silhouettes looked quite nice when they entered the room! The room although small, offers plenty of space for couples to play separately, but this couple choose to place themselves directly in front of us. Oooh, let the games begin I think to myself. Mr S begins to jiggle his 'bait' about with a little more seductive enthusiasm.

The couple mirror our position, with him standing behind her, kissing her neck, tentatively stroking my nipples. He lifts her skirt up and as I lean my body into hers, I can feel his rhythm between her legs. Soon I feel feminine hands lightly stroking my stomach and breasts, I respond by cupping her face in my hands and kissing her gently, gauging her response. She kisses me back gently and I sense we could be onto a winner here.

Mutual touching and caressing continues, although I sense Mr S is being ignored a little, so reach back to touch him. I explore her pussy, sharing it with her partner, both of us dipping our fingers in and out of her sweet wetness. Mr S withdraws his cock from me, allowing the woman to run her hands between my legs and enter me. The soft caressing, stroking and gentle kissing continues.

OK, so this sounds erotic right, sensual, enjoyable? Wrong! I am bored stiff, still waiting for the party to get started! The woman is a little inexperienced, too light, too tentative for me. I like it hard, I like to feel definite moves, a woman who can sense what I need, a woman who isn't afraid to be rough, a woman who isn't afraid to be a man. And to top it all, she has the worst garlic breath imaginable!

Also, being a voyeur, this isn't really my thing, there's no visual stimulus, nothing for me to thrive on, nothing to hit the spot. Anyway, I carry on with it, perhaps it will get better? Another couple enter the room. But it's so dark, my un-aroused imagination takes over, conjuring up all types of monstrous creatures. Call me shallow and immature, but I like to see who I'm with. My conscience is taking over. I've lost the edge now, my arousal has dipped dangerously low and things never seem as erotic on a clear head.

I sense a wiggy scenario approaching and to add to my rising panic, some random single bloke decides to poke his head through the curtain and proceed to manhandle me in the creepiest way imaginable! Mr S quickly sends him on his way with a verbal flea in his ear, this is a couples night and solitary play is strictly forbidden. Now standing here naked in a room full of clothed strangers, I suddenly feel very vulnerable, pawed at and cheapened.

I'm just about to suggest to Mr S that we go, when I feel an unfamiliar fumbling between my legs, then nails, very sharp nails, scratching at my labia. I think it's the lady from the second couple. I grit my teeth, perhaps it will pass, just a mistaken fumble. But no, the evil scratching continues, until I can stand it no longer. I grab the hand firmly by the wrist and forcibly remove it from my body. I say forcibly and I mean it, this taloned creature did not want to abandon it's catch willingly! I'm still stunned by the experience now, I'm really not sure what she was doing, it has to go down as one of the most unpleasurable experiences I've ever had.

Time for a sharp exit! I discreetly let Mr S know that I want to go and make a mental note never to do a dark room again, unless I know who's in there with me.

Yeuck, sometimes this lifestyle really sucks. It's supposed to be fun, but we both agree that this experience was dire, seedy, desperate and dull. We did have one other very good experience and I'll tell you about that next xx