Even after a shower and smoke break, my mind was not yet back in my head. That "creature" part of me was sleeping, but lightly. The logical part of me was still so overwhelmed by all that had happened, attempting to process everything, that it was useless. I laid on the bed next to T still in my jeans and shirt I had put on to go out to smoke. All around me people were talking, moving in and out of the room, and generally just letting me be. It was like being in a dream state. But oh, what a good dream it was! I do know I was smiling. A lot! And it wasn't over yet.
I got up. B asked if I was ready to go back in. I asked how many of the men had stayed for this second part. He told me the number then, but I don't remember. (I was figuring I could just look at the video and his pictures before writing this, but I haven't gone to pick those up yet.) From the pictures I do have I am guessing there were still six to eight men there. I started walking back in, still clothed. I remember the doorman putting his hand on my waist and walking with me.
The men in the conference room were hanging out. I walked over near my original chair. This time I wasn't nervous. I was very much looking forward to continuing enjoying having anything and everything I wanted for my birthday. And they were very eager to give me just that. My clothes came off, a blanket and pillows were thrown on the floor, and it started again. It was as if we had never taken a break. The creature was awake and in control again, reveling in the pleasure.
Unfortunately when *she* is in control, I lose almost all memories of that time. The brief glimpses I do remember are always little snapshots of those times. They are very hard to piece together, and I can not tell which happened first. An unfortunate side effect of the wonders of Subspace. (I wouldn't give it up for the world, though!) So now I am trying to write about something that I do not remember, even though I was there.
So the completely out of control animal side of me was there with at least these three variations of dominant men, as well as the other men. (I wish I could remember them all better, but other than B, they were just cocks in me and hands on me.) I was completely in slut heaven, though! That feeling lingered long after the party was over and my brain returned.
I fucked and was fucked. I sucked. I moaned, screamed, and growled. I could not even guess how many times I came. I really I could describe this part in more detail. It really was, for me, the best part. I could not get enough! But my legs began to wear out. And then it was 2:00. Time for the party to end.
I collapsed naked on the bed while the others picked up and talked. I could hear them, but they might as well have been speaking Latin. The hotel room and conference room were mine for the entire night if I chose. I could invite anyone to stay or come back later for any other fun I wanted. All I wanted right then was sleep.
J and T needed to get back though, and they were my ride, so I somehow made it down to the car. I did manage to tweet the number "21" and dozed in the back seat. It took another couple of hours and a steak dinner for my brain to slowly return.
It was just a wonderful, amazing feeling to be able to let go so completely. It was even more so to have several very talented men there at the same time working together so well when I did. B did an amazing job making everything work out so well. And I will recommend him to others.
This birthday fantasy turned out to be much, MUCH better than anything I had ever imagined it would be! And again, like last year, instead of just being satisfied and checking it off my list, I can now only think of new possibilities, endless variations, and the things I want to try more of.
So will I go back? Oh, HELL YES! And next time I will drive myself. ;)
