My gangbang fantasy became a reality – sort of (1)

The gangbang event has finished. I woke up the next day with a terrible cold – which I felt coming on the day of the gangbang but chose to ignore it.

I am constantly amused at the dichotomy between my day-to-day life, and my sexual life. The gangbang was no exception.

It did not satisfy my sexual fantasies. It was fun, hot, and powerful. It was also disappointing, uncomfortable, and overwhelmingly weird.

Here is the setup to the event:

I became active on FetLife again in the last few weeks. At first it was just to reach out to Dale and Lisa, the couple who I ended up meeting at the sex club (far more quickly than anticipated), to ask if they were around to meet up. But the way FetLife works, when you become active on the site, as people like your photos, you are active on others profiles, you RSVP for events, etcetera, other people see you and then start to reach out.

I’ve been getting a lot of attention from men, women, couple, cross-dressers, you name it. Most of it means nothing to me. It’s interesting – like the young man whose opening line was “My apologies for my bluntness, but would you be interested in becoming my mommy?”

Sigh.

I am being very clear I am not looking for anything other than a relationship. However, I’m open to meeting play partners at sex clubs. I told a few men I was going to the club for the gangbang night. Figured stacking the deck in my favour was a good thing.

So, I had arranged to meet with one gentleman at 5:30pm, two at 7pm, and Jason was going to join me after a work event wrapped up. It made me more comfortable going there alone. At least I would have people to talk to. Ironically the only thing I was worried about was trying to manage conversations with three men at the same time.

Leaving work early, I showered, shaved, packed, and had a snack. Literally on my way out, I noticed a new message in my FetLife email. It was my 5:30… he was stuck at work and could no longer join me. One down, three to go.

I had been feeling a cold coming on and should have used the time to take a nap. Instead, I had a drink and watched an episode of Mad Men. Then Jason texted…his work client event was running late and he wanted to inform me he may not make it.

If I was mildly nervous before, then I had a real pit in my stomach. I really didn’t want to go on my own. But I had set up two meetings with some very polite men and I didn’t think ditching them was the right thing.

I decided to go, regardless. I knew if I didn’t like the men I met, or if I was uncomfortable, I could leave.

At the time, I didn’t know if it was brave or stupid. Turned out to be a little bit of both.


Part Two (coming tomorrow)

13 thoughts on “My gangbang fantasy became a reality – sort of (1)

  1. “Can’t make the gangbang, I’m stuck at work” makes me laugh. It sounds so delightfully pedestrian *laugh*.

    But yeah, stranger-dudes being all ‘aw yeah’ and then bailing on meetings is SO common. Ugh. Hope the others showed up at least *waits for updates*.

    Ferns

    • It was like the Monday after the weekend I went to the sex club…people were asking “oh did you have a nice weekend” and there’s me in my suit going “oh, yeah….”

      In hindsight I did realize it was clever to invite three…but I didn’t expect Jason to bail. He felt really bad.

  2. Ah! I am not sure I would have gone ahead with men I didn’t know, so I probably would have bailed after Jason cancelled. Thinking I could go to another one, when things looked more promising.
    This from the woman who knew deep down that her date with the African guy would not work out well and went nonetheless…
    I know exactly how difficult it is to think straight and listen to your gut feeling when sex hormones take over your mind.
    Looking forward to reading part 2!
    XO

    • Given my schedule I wasn’t going to be able to go to another for a few months. I felt it was rude to bail at the last minute but overall was just curious to know – I knew I could always leave.

      • I know, I know. I always feel it’s rude not to answer, not to go, not to do this… 😉
        All the while, my gut may be telling me ‘don’t go’, I’ll let myself be swayed into going, only to realise afterwards that I shouldn’t have :-/
        I also know myself now: if I’d gone, I would have been unlikely to leave without having experienced it til the end… Looking forward to reading today’s post!

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