{"id":1214,"date":"2010-04-26T11:37:22","date_gmt":"2010-04-26T18:37:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1214"},"modified":"2025-11-04T10:55:21","modified_gmt":"2025-11-04T17:55:21","slug":"is-it-the-man-or-is-it-the-tool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1214","title":{"rendered":"Is it the man… or is it someething else?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Okay, Warning now.\u00a0 STOP!!\u00a0\u00a0 Do NOT read this if you have illusions of who I am and you don’t want them shattered.\u00a0\u00a0 Eithne, this means you!\u00a0 Oh, and this is a long-ass blog, be prepared for that!
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Last weekend I had a truly unusual experience.\u00a0 One of my FWB’s found a swinger party on AFF in someone’s home and asked if I wanted to go.\u00a0\u00a0 He actually left me with the impression he’d been\u00a0 invited<\/em> to a private party and he knew the people.\u00a0 He did know the couple throwing the party through emails but never\u00a0 actually met them.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I found that out in the car!\u00a0\u00a0 And found out he’d never really been to a swinger party either.\u00a0 Two newbies!\u00a0 But on we went to try this new adventure.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh and it was truly an adventure.\u00a0 As usual I learned an interesting bit about myself that I felt the need to share.\u00a0 Beyond the fun experience of doing it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

So… ready for details?\u00a0 Okay, then let’s set the scene.\u00a0 Huge house with a jacuzzi in the back yard.\u00a0 Three bedrooms upstairs with king size beds in each.\u00a0 Potluck in the kitchen and a sheet of rules on the entry closet door when you first walked into the house. <\/strong><\/p>\n

The rules were pretty basic.\u00a0 You can shut the door of a bedroom but be considerate of the time, others are waiting.\u00a0 No drinks up stairs, clean up the room when you’re done.\u00a0 Squirters, put down a towel.\u00a0 Things like that.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Everyone was very friendly and introduced themselves if you stood still enough.\u00a0 We got drinks and walked about.\u00a0 Sat here and there with others and talked or watched the porn movie playing on the big screen.\u00a0 It was like being at a cocktail party…\u00a0 where you knew no one!\u00a0 And where several of the women were in corsets!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Turns out that this couple has thrown several of these parties in the past three years and most of the people there had attended them.\u00a0 Although as the evening progressed a lot of new people arrived.\u00a0 And a lot of single black men.
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Eventually were were approached by a couple and asked if we wanted to go with them upstairs.\u00a0\u00a0 So we did.\u00a0 Found an empty bedroom and got naked.\u00a0 We started with oral sex on our partners and then switched partners.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Now, when I begin sex my brain isn’t thinking a whole lot.\u00a0 It’s just enjoying the moment and the sensations from my body.\u00a0 So I’m NOT being plagued with thoughts like “Is he\/she judging my body” or “Am I doing this right?” or “I care so much for this man.”\u00a0 Those thoughts are never there.\u00a0\u00a0 It’s primal and basic and all about giving and getting pleasure.\u00a0 And it’s probably why I have no problem doing what I did over the weekend.<\/strong><\/p>\n

At one point of this 69 fest (and I didn’t really get any chance to “play” with the wife of this couple) the husband moves me to the edge of the bed near the door to go down on me.\u00a0 And low and behold there is a man standing there!\u00a0 A glance further and there are other shapes in the hallway and the room.<\/strong><\/p>\n

See, I’d discarded my glasses and someone had thrown a shirt over the small table lamp so there was very little light in the room.\u00a0\u00a0 I’ll never be able to recognize ANY man from that encounter, with the exception of my date and the husband of the couple we started with.\u00a0\u00a0 Without my glasses, I can recognize they are men and maybe if they are black or not. <\/strong><\/p>\n

The groin standing before me (and I’m on my back looking upside down!) was in dress pants and definitely not a black man.\u00a0\u00a0 My basic brain is telling me, “Oooo New Toy!”\u00a0 So I encourage him to take his tool out of his pants.\u00a0 He is quickly in my mouth and the first thing I notice is a delicious smell.\u00a0 It’s unexpected to find the smell of great cologne down there, but I liked it!<\/strong><\/p>\n

And I liked him.\u00a0 His marvelous fingers did wonders on getting me to squirt.\u00a0 I took him out of my mouth long enough to call for a towel!\u00a0\u00a0 He had a wonderful technique.\u00a0 Using words to encourage me and NOT pressing his hard cock into my mouth.\u00a0 He was all about me and my pleasure, just enjoying that with the added bonus of my lips around him.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I think he did get me to squirt, which isn’t easy as its a specific technique and I don’t squirt much.\u00a0\u00a0 But then he went down on me and I was truly in heaven! \u00a0 And I learned a little bit more about this mystery man.\u00a0 He had facial hair.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Now most who know me (or have read the blog) know that I love facial hair on a man.\u00a0 NOT a heavy beard mind you!\u00a0 But I like the look of a trim mustache and goatee or a bit of beard or five-o’clock shadow.\u00a0\u00a0 I like to touch a man’s face and feel that rough texture.\u00a0 And last Saturday I got an idea of just what the perfect goatee can do for me from a man who’s doing me 69.\u00a0 Oh my, the way those hairs tormented my clit was just exquisite.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was overwhelmed with the desire to have sex with this man, to feel him inside me.\u00a0 He took me to such a brink I had to pull away from his lovely tool to cry out my orgasms.\u00a0 That action moved him further up my body to get to new areas that had me moaning more.\u00a0 And with my mouth free another opportunist tried to see if he could manage to slide his cock in my mouth. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sadly the logistics were completely off.\u00a0 As was I, almost off the bed!\u00a0 And STILL my hair was, once again, caught underneath me.\u00a0 I swear I’m going to cut it!\u00a0 I giggled when the new “tool” realized he just couldn’t get himself in my mouth.\u00a0 My sexy, skilled man realized I was\u00a0 half off the bed, apologized profusely and lifted me back on the bed.\u00a0 Where he began to kiss me.\u00a0\u00a0 Not surprising, he was a wonderful kisser. <\/strong><\/p>\n

And then hands moved me over and the wife of the original couple whispered in my ear, “You’re going to like this.”\u00a0 I looked behind me long enough to verify a condom was on what I was supposed to like and realized this wasn’t my skilled 69’r but a young and deliciousness looking black man. <\/strong><\/p>\n

I smiled to myself at her comment and didn’t say anything.\u00a0 As much as I was the same age as these women and had arrived dressed more conservatively than any other woman, I wasn’t like these wives in so many ways.\u00a0 One, I wasn’t THAT plump.\u00a0 (I just glowed at hearing someone comment that I had a nice ass.\u00a0 Really, can life get any better than getting a compliment on your ass in an orgy!)\u00a0 Two, I’ve had and can have any time, access to exceptionally endowed men, not all of them black.\u00a0 And Three, I’m not “new” to being wild.\u00a0 Just new to doing it at a party with an audience and group participation!
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And as usual with a man of a certain size, he was too long.\u00a0 Well, too long for the position he was in!\u00a0 So I stopped him when he hit the end<\/em> and told him, “short girl, short torso.\u00a0 You can’t do me in this position.”\u00a0 So they flipped me over and tried again.\u00a0 It was better but after a bit I noticed something.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As nicely endowed as he was, he was just F*&king me.\u00a0 Like I was a task.\u00a0 As if he and all the other black men there were just there to service the females. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Don’t get me wrong, my body enjoyed his.\u00a0 And I was still getting to play with\u00a0 other cocks in my mouth.\u00a0 I recognized the husband of the original couple when he was before me and I briefly got my skilled one again.\u00a0 And then, there was the delicious tool of my date, who can easily hold his own\u00a0 in a roomful of black men, size-wise.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I asked him how close he was to orgasm and he replied, “as close as you need me to be.”\u00a0 So he condomed up and\u00a0 gave it to me the way I wanted.\u00a0 Hard and fast.\u00a0 Something a man too long cannot do.\u00a0 And once he came, my body gave a delicious sigh and announced it was done.\u00a0 I had to waive away the men that moved towards me once my dated moved away.\u00a0 I barely had the energy to roll off the bed. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Looking around the couple was gone.\u00a0 There was a new girl on the bed being screwed by a black man and the only other men anywhere in the room, other than my very white date, were black.\u00a0 No sign of my skilled one.\u00a0 We dressed and left the room.\u00a0 I was dying of thirst!\u00a0 After downing a bottle of water and a glass of Sunny D we got the number of the couple, thanked the host and left.\u00a0\u00a0 I had no idea if any of the men I passed was my Skilled One. <\/strong><\/p>\n

So… what I learned. \u00a0 I learned there is a distinct difference when the sex is about the people and not just about the sex.\u00a0\u00a0 The black men where there to perform.\u00a0 To satisfy these wives in a way they weren’t getting at home, supposedly.\u00a0\u00a0 I didn’t see any of them go down on the women orally.\u00a0 But when I was in the hands of the Skilled One, it was about me.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With him I could feel his desire was personal, real and less, “Oh look, another hole.” <\/strong><\/p>\n

And I learned how I would do it differently next time (Oh and there will be a next time!)\u00a0 Next time, I’ll take my date, one or two men I find interesting and a couple and all go upstairs at once.\u00a0 And I’ll start with the woman instead of my date!<\/strong><\/p>\n

But I’m just a little haunted by my encounter with Mr. Skilled.\u00a0\u00a0 I wanted to know that man.\u00a0 I want to screw him again and this time GET to screw him.\u00a0\u00a0 But I don’t know his name or even really what he looks like beyond the brief physical\u00a0 impressions he left on me. <\/strong><\/p>\n

I’m imagining the CraigsList Missed Connections ad.\u00a0 “You were the man who got me to squirt at Cami’s Party [Riverside], I was the woman who couldn’t see you without her glasses.\u00a0\u00a0 You didn’t finish the desire you started in my body, but left that to another.\u00a0 I don’t know your relationship status but mine is single.\u00a0 If you’re available, I want more of\u00a0 you.”
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I’d post it, but can you imagine the\u00a0 replies I might get!\u00a0 Scary! <\/strong><\/p>\n

Maybe I’ll just email Cami.
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