Having moved back to my home town last weekend, I made a trip back to London this weekend for Kinky Salon London‘s Retrosexual party. Whilst in San Francisco in July, I’d talked to Kitty about the party, and commented that I didn’t have a PAL (someone to vouch for me) and she suggested I ask her partner, Mike. Upon getting back to the UK, I did so, and he happily agreed.
Fast-forward a few weeks and during August, I mentioned having received a prostate massager to review, and not-so-subtly suggested I was looking for willing volunteers with prostates to test it out on, as it was fun enough to use on myself but would surely be much better on a male-bodied person. A few people eagerly offered to “help” and one of them was Mike. Between the three of us, we negotiated boundaries for a playdate at Kinky Salon, and as the weekend drew closer I became more and more excited – partly because it was my first visit to Kinky Salon, partly because one of the fun things we’d agreed upon was me pegging him, and partly because, well, I’d thought the boy in question was quite cute for some time, and – well, who wouldn’t be excited about that?
Having spent half of Saturday helping to set up and decorate the secret KSL warehouse, we then embarked on a few quick journeys across London to collect costumes, eat and get back to the venue for the start of the party.
I packed from leaving Mike’s flat most of the way to the venue – until the harness came loose whilst walking through Victoria train station, resulting in a shifty removal and fixing under the table in a coffee shop! I wisely decided not to try and put it back on again until I got to the party itself, as whilst I wasn’t spotted removing it, putting it back on would have been a different kettle of fish.
Once at the party, I spent the first part of the event chatting to friends, wandering around, and excitingly, having my portrait drawn by Geof (famed for Fetishman Comics) – oh, and discovering the wonderful amounts of fun you can have with one or two cocktail sticks!
After a while, it was suggested we move into the boudoir and after gloving up and lubing myself, the toy and Mike himself, I got to work. After gently getting him ready with a finger, I slowly slipped the toy in and let him adjust to it being there, and after several minutes slyly switched it on and watched gleefully as his eyes nearly popped out of his head. After I’d cycled through the various settings, drinking in the different expressions passing over his face each time something changed, I suggested that I switch up to the cock in the harness under my skirt. (Not quite as big as Geof made out!)
Earlier on in the day I’d confessed to never having pegged anyone before, and he gave me a few tips on the obvious things like lots of lube and not pounding someone like a fucking machine from the first second. After about five or ten minutes, he looked up at me and asked, “you really haven’t pegged anyone before?” – I said no, and we both giggled as he said “I don’t believe you!”
Pegging, though. Well, I’ve been hearing for many moons that pegging is awesome. After this weekend, I can definitely stand up and testify that oh, yes, it is rather!
After some time, switching of positions and speeds, he asked if he might repay the favour, and after grabbing a new condom from my little bag of tricks, we set off again, until I was exhausted and, as the room was beginning to fill up with horny kinksters, we decided it might be for the best if we vacated the spot of bed we were claiming for others to use.
We rested a while, before enjoying a flogging session with me cuffed to a winched spreader bar, more rest and chatting, and the lovely boy bringing me chunks of banana and small bunches of grapes when I was in need of sugar, and by about 3.30am I found myself near sleep, and we began the journey back across London to his somewhat quieter flat for sleep.
Waking up the following morning, I felt myself coming down with something, and dozed on and off as he chatted to Kitty online. At one point, he asked if I minded them chatting over Skype, and I dozed on and off as they did so, occasionally piping up to add something to their conversation or remind him to tell her the story of something that had happened. I was mostly completely out of it and don’t remember much of the conversation bar feeling happy to lie there listening to them chat and think how lucky each of them were. Kitty mentioned a small pang of jealousy, and I listened quietly without contributing much as Mike reassured her, and made a mental note to drop her a message to thank her and let her know if I could help her work through stuff then I wanted to, which I did later, before embarking on my coach journey halfway back across the country.
And then on Monday, in a final check of Twitter just before going to sleep, I found that Kitty had written about her experience of the events and her feelings afterwards, and after reading it, I fell asleep with a smile on my face, happy to have been involved, to have helped her see another positive side to non-monogamy, and of course, to have enjoyed a hot date myself. It seems to have been a very positive weekend for all involved.
Of course, the date for the Kinky Salon Christmas party is already on my calendar :)
That was good to read. I would have liked to witness some of that…. but your description is almost like being there. Thanks. John x
Awesome write-up. I’ve always had pegging on my “give another go” list, but you’ve up-sold it there right the way to a “must-have”. For the win.
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