After months of reaching new heights of sexual adventure and new lows of emotional self-destruction, I found myself once more at their event site. Luckily this trip went without event. The group’s king, Tim, was there, as well as maybe a couple dozen others. When we arrived, Glade’s pavilion was pitched, but he was nowhere to be seen. We were greeted by some people but mostly left to ourselves. This was a far cry from the...

That night was a storm of firsts for me. I was once involved in a group-sex thing but it wasn’t anything close to a premeditated orgy and didn’t have Kiera, the Princess of perversion, conducting everything. I gave in to the decadence and left my inhibitions at the door. The rest of that night was a blur of naked, tangled limbs; of tongues and hands; and of hard cocks and drenched pussies. I was eventually exhausted and G...

The rest of my Saturday was spent in relaxation and camaraderie. The size of the site, roughly twenty-five partially-wooded acres, gave me the feeling that we were the only ones around for miles. Every now and then some other members of the group would make an appearance, but we were mostly left to our own devices. Most of our day was spent lounging in the sun. It was a perfectly mild summer day; not too hot and hardly a...

My youthful dreams of stalwart heroes fighting to defend me and then claiming me as their prize never once included getting my pussy licked in front of everyone or an orgy. I had also never actually thought that it would ever happen. Happen, it did and it just adds to the complexity that is the soap opera of my life. For those of you just tuning in, I’ve been involved in an off-again, on-again, complicated relationship th...