I was putty in their hands. I squirted, I don't often squirt but I managed it twice that night! As I moved forward, my legs aching I felt him about th...ob inside me about to blow. Without much warning, he'd pulled out and I felt some very sticky cum land on my butt cheek and back. Holy fuck had I been in luck so far that night! I was now covered in cum on my front and back and the night was far from finished. I got guided to lie down on my side towards the black gentleman, who was waiting for. She is tense a moment as your lips search hers, then she relaxes into your arms, softens her lips to the invading presence of your tongue. Your hand is on her back, your fingers stroke the ridges of her spine, tease down to the crevice between her cheeks. Her hand grips your bicep, and for a moment you think she’ll push you away. But she gives it a squeeze and presses herself into you. Her hands are all over you as you kiss, up under your shirt and across your abs and chest, and then she’s. Since you have not seen Steve's or Larry's cock I'm going to blindfold you and watch as you try to guess who is fucking your mouth. The guys will undress and say absolutely nothing while you suck them. Carol licked her lips and said, "MMMM sounds like fun." And the guys agreed. I asked the guys to go to the bathroom and undress while I blindfolded Carol. Once the blindfold was in place, I asked her, "Are you ready?" She nodded yes. Carol was on her knees as to allow maximum access to her cock. Was that I didn’t enjoy humiliating people, or giving more than symbolic pain, and not receiving it at all. Yes, I do enjoy what I guess I’d call erotic trance, certainly for others and, when it feels safe, for me personally. By trance, I mean my awareness being overcome by sensuality and sexuality. Tantra is one way to get there, but it’s not my only path.“Anybody read Michael Harner’s The Way of the Shaman?” Everyone nodded. “Good. He writes about a shamanic state of consciousness, or what he.