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We have been home from Dark Odyssey Summer Camp for two weeks now and I haven’t said much about it. I’ve been processing my thoughts but I have a list of posts that I want to write about the experience. A lot happened there. I met Wendy, a longtime blog friend that is even more awesome when you get to see her in person. I got to spend time with my dear, sweet Viviane who is one of the most comforting and lovely people I’ve met in a long time. I also got to meet many new friends and take classes and workshops with remarkable presenters and educators.

Despite the plethora of experiences that I *did* have, I am going to start with one that I didn’t. A gangbang.

It was Sunday afternoon, laying around in the pool, that I got the idea that I wanted to have a gangbang. Just by merit of timing, the idea was already ill-fated but Jay tried to organize it for me. Needless to say, most people had pretty full dance cards and getting that many cocks to convene in one place at camp was, well, not going to happen.

But, in the spirit of better luck next time, let me tell you a bit about what I have in mind.

I want to be violated by multiple people in a way that is really quite beyond my control. I first got a taste for this during our playful threesomes with Ian. He and Jay often pin me down and tickle me and molest me. It is fun and sexy and I struggle, giggle, and moan. But what if I screamed and cried and begged them to stop? It could go either way. The reality is that I have two tall, strong men pinning me down and doing what they want to me.

I got to thinking that I really love this, the feel of my muscles straining against their power. Knowing that I can’t get away, can’t stop it from occurring. The ability to let go because there is nowhere else to go. Sure, I’m a rope slut and I like bondage of all sorts but actually being restrained by another person, unable to fight them off, is a totally different thing.

Suddenly the attention is divided. I can’t just think about the hand mauling my pussy or the teeth biting my nipples but instead have to focus on the fingers wrapped around my arm, squeezing tight enough to bruise. Or perhaps the knees pressed against my thigh, forcing my legs apart so that my unwilling wetness is revealed. And they can’t just focus on what they are doing to me, their animalism has to come out and it becomes just as much about the struggle as the sex.

The idea of multiple people making this happen for me, taking turns pinning me down and keeping my subdued while their companions touch me in every way they can imagine is an overwhelming urge. They can be faceless and nameless. I could be blindfolded or not. The details, the humans involved don’t matter. I am interested in arms and hands, mouths and cocks just as they should not be interested in me in this moment, just my sex, just what my warm and wet holes can offer them.

Fantasies like this are scary to some people. The lack of consent is alarming. There are feminists that would have some choice (or perhaps condescending) words for me. But it is mine and I own it. And I look forward, perhaps too eagerly, to the day that I can make it a reality.

These posts are an experiment in time travel. I wrote them and scheduled them ahead of time. But, I should still have access to comments and Twitter messages. This is the last of these posts as we’ll be driving home on Monday and hopefully you’ll hear from me by Tuesday.

Today is the last day of camp activities and it promises to be a full one.  I’ll be attending classes on flogging among some other topics related to pain.

I’m starting to realize that I like thuddy pain more than stingy pain but I still want to learn how to use a flogger. What kind of pain works for you?

In honor of ouch, here are some of my favorite posts about erotic pain (more specifically, spanking):

Thoughts On Spanking

A Reluctant Spanking

These posts are an experiment in time travel. I wrote them and scheduled them ahead of time. But, I should still have access to comments and Twitter messages.

One of the big opportunities of camp are the huge parties that promote sexual expression and group interraction. Basically, I am hoping for an orgy today and I think it just might happen.

So, tell me about  your favorite group sex experiences. Were they good? Bad? Still just fantasies?

After that, how about reading some of my old posts on group sex. Here are a few favorites:

Threesomes Don’t Have to Suck

I Don’t Write Porn, I Just Do It

These posts are an experiment in time travel. I wrote them and scheduled them ahead of time. But, I should still have access to comments and Twitter messages.

Today I will get to go to classes by two women that I admire deeply. Lolita Wolf and Nina Hartley - this is an incredible opportunity.

If you could meet a sex idol who would it be? What would you ask them about?

I’m thinking back to when I met many of the women in sex education and writing that I really admire at Sex 2.0 this last April. Here are the old posts I wrote about that:

Everything I Need to Know In Life I Learned at Sex 2.0

Bedroom Radio #14 - Sex 2.0 and a Spanking

These posts are an experiment in time travel. I wrote them and scheduled them ahead of time. But, I should still have access to comments and Twitter messages.

Today, we are driving from Richmond, VA to camp.  We should be arriving in time to set up our things in the cabin and attend a class on the G-spot. There is a cuddle party tonight.

The cuddle party makes me think about my own makeout party. Why not take a look at these old posts:

Makeout Party

No Stephanie Tanner Allowed