Wonderland lived up to its name but we don’t have much story from it. The space where Wonderland has many rooms and its center of gravity shifts over time. At the beginning everyone concentrates towards the entrance, the bar, and the dancefloor, with many ecstatic dancers and a few skilled dancers shaking their thing. It is very close to a literal mating dance. I ran into a friend who I’m always happy to see but never hang out with (something I need to remedy). And she’s always happy to see me, which means she’s actually happy to see me or is really good at faking it (but why bother faking?).

We vouched for our friend Zena, who you may recall from previous escapades, and she is a favorite target for spanking. Speaking of which, there was also a large room with crosses, spanking benches, and related paraphernalia set up, and we watched a lot of that action but didn’t much partake.

How do you write about the pleasure of dancing? Poorly, I think, because it’s so physical a bodily experience that you know and love it or don’t. We mixed dancing with flirting. A couple couples were particularly promising and I kissed one woman who is I think more into polyamory than I am, while we are more into FWB situations than she is. I’m not against polyamory, especially given her body and fun chat, but really who has the time?

Side eye: In “Is Sex in Silicon Valley As Bad As Sex on Silicon Valley?” the writer says, “I would divide most eligible men into two camps: (1) tech/engineer bros who are brilliant but lack emotional awareness, and (2) counterculture hipsters looking to add you to their polyamorous situations and NOT interested in conventional relationships.” I feel though that there are as many polyamorous situations in our city as there are in SF. But we don’t much hang out with people who are likely to hate on poly. They’re more likely to wonder if they can work it into their yoga and book club schedule.

Eventually the party’s gravity shifts to the sex room. A trickle of people becomes a flood as everyone is warmed and horned up. Wonderland is a fantastic party but the sex room is just a little small for the number of libidinous people there. “A little small” is better than a little large because everyone has to get to know each other and it’s easier to be voyeur and exhibitionist.

We find a space after some negotiation and after watching two women finish having sex. They seem to debate trying another round but decide against it and stand. I compliment their technique; one woman in particular really knows how to work her pussy.

We snag their spot. It’s well-located and lots of hot people are fucking around us. The situation is arousing and I begin kissing C. She’s in a bitey mood and I first nibble and then bite the soft insides of her thighs. That’s intermittent with my tongue on her clit. She loves my tongue against her and demand that I keep going. I tell her no. She squirms from the teasing. She gets on her elbows and demands more tongue. I reach a hand up and gently but firmly put it around her neck and force her onto her back and keep teasing. She pops up again to watch the sex going on around us. Good.

At some point Zena has got a man. She is looking for a space to land and announces, loudly, “Hey, I need a place to get my pussy eaten.” Not having a place to get one’s pussy eaten is an emergency. We scoot over. There is a couple next to us who have been fucking since we landed, but it seems slightly joyless. We’re closer to them. Another couple gets up and soon Zena is lying next to us and her latest man is performing admirably (note: pic is from today, not from the party, where photography is forbidden). He’d bragged about his pussy-eating skills and totally lives up to it.

C and I are fucking, with me moving her into doggystyle so we can watch the action. As usual once we start we lose consciousness of what’s happening around us. C is using her vibrator on herself while I fuck her and hold her in place by her hips. She likes being held down and fucked.

At some point a woman who we can’t see climaxes with the volume of a SpaceX Dragon achieving liftoff. As she finishes everyone in the room cheers and claps. We don’t because we’re too busy fucking, but we do laugh. At some point Zena climaxes. Maybe she climaxes multiple times. The couple next to us is still fucking. We climax simultaneously, which is rare for us. C has another in her and I lay her back and use my fingers while she uses her vibrator to climax again. No slow sex at this party, although sometimes the great stimulation can make one feel very sexy while making it hard to come.

We lie there, taking up valuable fucking real estate but not really caring and feeling like we’ve earned it. The couple next to us is still going, or rather the man is going and the woman is enduring. The woman looks like she thinks this will never end. Longer is not always better! The guy is still fucking her, although barely, and if I were him I’d quit and regroup.

We watch the action for a time. One bearish looking guy and a blonde dressed like a fairy or ballerina are particularly vigorous. At some point we find another pretty blonde kinda excluded from a nominal threesome near us. She’s looking around because a guy is railing this girl and she doesn’t have much to do. I invite her to partake in us but she shyly declines. I think she wants to.

As usual many hours have passed by the time I see a clock again. Zena’s pussy has been eaten many times. I think she also fucks a guy she’d previously fucked the night before. It’s hard to keep track of Zena when she’s on a sexual rampage. When we leave the sex room that couple next to us is still going. The girl looks like she is ready pass the fuck out and wishes that the guy would’ve come an hour ago.

Eventually we’re back at the front of the party. The bearish guy and ballerina girl come out and we chat with them for a while. They seem very game, but it’s also so late at night or, technically, early in the morning that we leave. We catch a ride with a couple we know who’ve been in the BDSM and nonmonogamy scene forever. They yield a cornucopia of scene gossip.

This morning I told Zena that I’m writing this story and she reported that she saw me writing a little last night. It’s true: after the sex and the cooldown and the kissing strange beautiful women and feeling the lingering heat of their hands on my ass and other places in that vicinity, a few words popped into my mind and this story was begun.