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My evening at Night of the Senses 2012


Yesterday I went to Night of the Senses

I was there from about 1:30 in the afternoon until I got back to my friends this morning at 7:22… I am in so much pain, feet hurt so badly and body feels abused, which is what I did to it. Though the abuse is more in the form of helping out at the venue and not from a dungeon scene *grin*

I helped to set up the venue yesterday, which meant feeling like an idiot for being too short while trying to help out my two friends as they hung the fabric that went up, beautifying the artists area and adding some privacy.

Instead of feeling foolish for not having a stepstool which would make me taller than my meager 5 feet of height, I helped to bring out tables and chairs of various sizes, some plush, some plastic and various weights as well.

The old brick walls of the venue, large windows and high ceiling made the volunteer and performer area look like some sort of artists coffee house (at the end of the event I did snap a few pictures as I would love a house built in that style).

The random naked musician on his guitar really helped add to that feeling and I have to admit I didn’t know what to think when he did a sort of hand stand which made his cock and balls dangle at the most bazar angle… it was artistic and great that he had the strength to do that pose but nude.. there was just something unsexy about how he hung there *giggles*

As you can tell I helped to take care of the performers and by that it also includes helping to fluff one of the male strippers. For those of you that don’t know (yes some still don’t) fluffing means to help get the performer ready for the stage, in his case I walked into the men’s bathroom with him and tried to give him a hand job.. sadly I just don’t feel confident in my skill with my hands, I have an oral fixation and that is my preferred method lol

So, with his permission, I got on my knees and got him ready for his performance, one guy walked out on us and two more walked in, it was so funny but I wasn’t embarrassed at all… it was for the sake of art… odd but I feel patriotic right now… *giggles* suddenly feel the urge to swear allegiance to the arts, though he did use a flag in his show *evil grin*

I helped him carry his kit down to the stage, a fireman with an ax really doesn’t have the extra hands to carry his supplies and has an image to maintain

This extra bit of help earned me a spot on stage during the end of his act. He had me come out, sit on the chair, I was blindfolded, no idea what he was doing but I was grinning under those bright stage lights. He stood in front of me and with his hands guided me where to touch

At one point he left my hand on his crotch while he was doing something else…

Well HELL!!! Of course I copped a feel …again, for the sake of art.

I was told later he broke his performers cool on stage and seemed surprised but pleased I had started playing. My friends in the front row could have told him many reasons why he shouldn’t have been so shocked *evil cackle*

But really… I am innocent, no matter how many people cry bullshit

Anyway back to the nitty gritty of the back stage

I was one of the few making sure there was always enough toilet paper in the bathrooms for the performers and volunteers, this may not seem like much but trust me it is a vital thing when you have so many people in one space.

I helped others picking up trash left from all the drinks and food that helped us all battle the heat. Ran down to the sound area a few times with performers music, went on a sort of scavenger hunt for mop/bucket/paper towels and trash bags… I won as I found 3 of the 4 items… sadly no prize but was hilarious when my friend asked… “did he see you with those supplies? No? MINE I WIN” and snatched them from me *giggles*

I really love my friends, they are all just so amazing for so many reasons

I missed a few of the performances even though we had a television with live feed from the stage, it was amazing seeing one gentleman up on the pole, his body controlling each movement gracefully… funny thing is, beautiful body that he has it wasn’t until he was dressed in this amazing kilt

I admit I instantly got on my knees to inspect it when I saw him arrive in the artists area… purely for the art of his kilt… swear, cross my heart and all that

The pattern was great and this leather work on the side…oh lovely! It really was a very nice kilt, I have such a thing for them and really wasn’t perving at that point or even trying to cop a feel… I only check regimental when allowed J

There were many points as the sun was going down that I watched the performers and wished I had my camera, I could see these really good angles of light and you could easily capture the laughter and enjoyment before going on stage

One lovely (but never innocent) woman sat in the corner, feet snugged in the chair, relaxed and reading a book. The light from the windows and the darkness of the brick walls was just perfect… sadly I missed it

At the end of the main event I got to hang out and explore a bit but there wasn’t much I was interested in, though there were plenty of great things to try and ways to explore, I am just very picky.

A lot of fun stuff going on but I don’t want someone I haven’t met spanking me in a dungeon. Though one of the performers I had met before and her girlfriend started talking at the bar and the girlfriend I did let spank me 3 times

Fuck that hurt but felt and sounded so good, she is big into audio for many reasons and has figured out how to get a great sound from each hit. I got her information as I have so few females as friends let alone anyone I would consider playing with in any way

There was a grope box, I got in there with a few others and enjoyed being blindly touched, felt up and played with. It was an experience I haven’t had before and it was great. The closest was when I was a teen and wrote about that in the blog about me being a gamer geek

At one point I hand multiple hands on my breasts, someone reaching in and touching my pussy, I was using one hand to support myself, the other to fondle a man in the box and a gentleman rimming me … yes well… that was nice *blush*

There was also a peep show area. The set up was a gated off area where couples could have sex while others waited outside the gate and watched, moving aside drapes and curtains. It was a safe, very nice and fun area if consenting couples felt like having sex, giving oral or other forms of sensual activities.

The sounds of pleasure and the views were wonderful. There were musicians playing and of course someone watching the zone to make sure everyone was able to enjoying themselves.

I tried to do just that, enjoy myself, with a friend and we did have a good time. I got very wet as he played with me and finishing him off to satisfy my oral needs but was just too damn hot to have sex.

The heat was killing me, literally! Honest it was, if I overheat I will have a seizure again and haven’t done that in ages. I really don’t want to do that again. Just after I landed this past week I ended up with heat stroke from walking around Camden

I talked with a ton of amazing people! Saw people I had not seen in months, new faces and old friends

There was a photography and art walk with many things for sale and I noticed one of the group portraits by Holly Revel was taken at the photography event I went to a bit back. I kept pointing out…to anyone that would listen, that I was in the photograph hanging on the wall!!

Ok so it wasn’t JUST me but fuck I am there and up front and you can see me!

I was geeking out badly at the idea that someone might buy it and never know that was me or maybe they would see me telling people that I am in the picture and they would buy it to remember the silly girl squeeing over the picture

There was a fun event with people getting up on stage and wrestling each other to remove the socks of one before the other could get them off.

The personalities were just so damn funny! Getting into it and making the battle become such a spectacle.

One of the performers from earlier in the night joined in while wearing a wig and had a fake dramatic fit when the wig came off, it was simply the funniest thing

I made sure I got the information of this adorable performer, she dresses up as a clown which would normally put me off but on her… just so damn cute! She is pint sized or so she seems that way with the makeup on and looking like a doll. I told her I need to get some good pictures of her (innocently) posing with the face paint so I can have my son redraw them in comic style. My oldest is a wonderful artist and I think he would enjoy that challenge

Ha at one point I told another friend I wasn’t wearing panties, I had taken them off as they were the waist cincher type that look much like a corset and couldn’t be bothers, just so fucking hot and humid!

He asked me to repeat and I did and again he asked me to repeat, so on the 3rd time I said very loudly, “I took my panties off” and he said “very good”

What a brat! *grin* but I adore him so

In the end my wonderful friend I had been kissing, fondling and enjoying throughout the night, went home and I stayed long after everyone from my group of friends had left. All having family or other fun things to keep them distracted through the night

I broke down the artist’s area on my own, I didn’t get rid of everything but damn near, leaving a few tables and chairs that needed to be wiped down. I did my best to pull down all those drapes and curtains we had worked so hard to put up, stacking chairs in the next room and I picked up so much trash

I would have done more but I was exhausted, my feet hurt and normally I could have fought this but all that lifting really wore out my body and made my hips start to hurt. I didn’t have my cane with me and didn’t want to risk having to limp home

Food and drink was provided for us volunteers and the performers, as well as whatever else the artists brought with them.

I did take good care of myself throughout the day and night, making sure others did too by drinking enough liquids and eating properly…

I can tell you they don’t have squash where I am from so when I poured myself a half glass of what I thought was fruit juice… yeah sugar high!!! Concentrated sugar sludge that would have been great for freezy pops but wow not so good without water lol

The individual who provided the feast spent 3 days cooking and nearly everything was perfect… I would say all of it was to perfection but I didn’t eat everything! I sampled most thought!

Making sure they knew if at the next event they would be cooking again that I would love to help! I am addicted to seeing how others cook and learning new tricks or teaching something I know and love

I really enjoy volunteering at these big events, I like being behind the scenes and helping backstage. Feeling important because of myself, for the effort I put in and making sure that others are able to do their part… just one more cog in the wheel but every cog is needed, no matter how small

I am such a socialite, I feed off the energy of the event and give back to it, I make a difference and somehow I need to keep doing that when I go back to France

I don’t know how you will read any of this, as in how you will feel about it… but I am honest, I don’t hold back and I enjoyed myself

The event was fantastic, so many great performers, guests and the volunteers

Some things, like I said just were not for me and that’s ok but I had fun and that was the point… worth every bit of sleep dept

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