The Hitachi Magic Wand was glued to her pussy for at least an hour. My partner and I were fooling around when I decided I wanted that thing. I had used it before at a play party, and its magic touch was suddenly fresh in my memory. It wasn’t enough that my lover was pleasing me. It wasn’t enough that a beautiful ménage-a-trois was happening on the bed, nor was it enough that 10 other hot, naked bodies were in various stages of pleasure around the room. I gazed longingly at the woman with the wand. I couldn’t see her head, just her bottom half and that wonderful wand stuck to her towel-covered pubic area. The wand was calling to me, but was she done with it? Finally she raised her head and lifted the wand so that it hovered over the towel. That was my cue.
“Are you done with that?” I called over the mellifluous symphony of moans. There was a pause followed by raucous laughter. It was like a party scene in a Hollywood comedy where the music stops just at the moment when someone screams something hilariously inappropriate or embarrassing.
“Why was it so funny?” I asked my partner later. “It was the way you said it. You wanted that thing then and there. It was so transparent.” Yes, it’s true. I wanted that Magic Wand so badly at that moment that I didn’t even consider that it might be rude to call out to Wanda Hoarder from across the room.
I often attend play parties and, although I’m familiar with the rules and etiquette, sometimes I don’t know what to do or say. For example, what do you do when you must have a certain vibrator or a double dildo, but someone else has been using it for a while and they’re showing no signs of giving it up? Do you wait patiently until she’s done (which could be never)? Do you walk over and politely say, “Excuse me, may I use that toy when you’re finished?” Or do you call out to her so everyone else in the room can hear, interrupting her pleasure and putting her in a potentially uncomfortable spotlight at the same time?
Orgy etiquette has some standards that are based on common sense, such as asking before you touch, and giving a clear “yes” or “no” when someone asks you to play. If someone asks, “Can I shoot in your mouth?” and the idea is somewhat arousing, but you’re not really sure it’s something you want to do, it’s better to say “no.” “Maybe” is too misleading, especially when you’re dealing with horny people. When a man has a raging hard-on, “maybe” can sound like “yes.” If you say yes when you really mean no, it can be difficult to gracefully extract yourself from the situation. Saying no gives you space to think about it. Besides, you can always say yes later. Orgy etiquette is no different from dating etiquette. They both boil down to clear communication and respect.
However, nothing is 100 percent certain when you’re a slave to your libido. You may be the most communicative girl on a date, but how can you be sure that your dream dude from Match.com isn’t lying when he said he was tested three months ago and everything was negative? Likewise, you may be the most respectful slut in the room, but how do you know if the gloved hand of the “latex for everything” chick didn’t accidentally dip into some other girl’s juice before it slides into you?
If you obsess over these things, there’s no point in going to orgies or even dating because you’ll never be relaxed enough to enjoy yourself. It is important to be aware of the risks and be as safe as possible, but don’t freak out wondering whether he disinfected his mouth after he kissed her. The wife with the faithful husband who never flosses probably has more bacteria to swallow than the orgy girl whose partner Listerined five times in two hours. And if you want something, just ask for it.
My loud question couldn’t have been more appropriate. After all, if it were rude, nobody would’ve laughed. So I got my Magic Wand, and wow, did I feel the magic! Soon a cluster of bodies surrounded me while my lover controlled the coveted object at a low setting. “Tell me when you want to go to the moon,” he said. When I was ready to soar, I screamed, “Take me to the moon, baby!” He flipped the switch. Once again, all attention was on me.
If you want to go to the moon, just say the magic words. Wand or no wand, you’ll get what you want…and maybe a roomful of laughter, too.
