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music for an orgy My girlfriend and I spent another wonderful weekend together, but parted ways this morning feeling like we really hadn’t seen each other at all. Friday, I got off work and made my way to her townhouse by 6pm, but she was in Seattle on business and did not get home until after 11pm. We basically cuddled in bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Saturday, she had quite a bit of work to do, and I had a DJ gig that ran very late into the evening, so we didn’t spend much time together that day either. Sunday, we both woke late, and even with the extra hour from daylight savings time did not seem to be able to squeeze in enough time together. Leaving her to go to work this morning was rough. The DJ gig on Saturday was pretty damn fun, but also very typical. The doors to the main dungeon area were kept closed for an hour to build anticipation (and a bit of a crowd) but the people that attended this month were a strange bunch. I’m not going to go into detail, or try and malign anyone, just take my word for it. I did have an unfortunate confrontation with a man who interrupted me during a conversation I was having with a lovely female guest, but that’s barely worth mentioning either. I was talking to her while doing my DJ duties, when this guy suddenly stopped us to ask if we would talk less, until his scene was over. He’d set up less than five feet from me, and I was using a conversational tone despite the loud music, so the request honestly caught me off guard. I asked in dismay, if I had heard him correctly, and we had a very brief exchange before I relented. Told him he could have the quiet he wanted, and clammed up. This, of course, did not satisfy him. He demanded to know why I had responded the way I had, and when I tried to explain, he interrupted me. Would not let me finish! My attempts to get him to shut up were only answered with, “Don’t tell me to shut up”. This happened a couple more times before I stated that I was done with the conversation. When he would not go away, I stood up, and received an exasperated “Don’t stand up” from him. It was at this point that I seriously began to wonder if we were going to get into a fight. Telling him that I was done talking, I asked him to please walk away from me. Of course, the response I got was “Don’t tell me what to do” but I did not stop. I continued to ask him, politely, to leave me alone, and he eventually walked away. The lady I had been talking to at the time did not like being in the middle of the situation, and I didn’t blame her at all when she excused herself. I won’t lie and say the guy was rude when he first asked us to stop talking, but the moment I questioned him, his demeanor changed. He fully expected me to meekly respond and comply, and when I didn’t, it messed him up. Two sentences later, when I relented, that somehow wasn’t enough for him. He’d asked for quiet, I’d agreed to give it to him, but he not only remained angry, he wound himself (and me) up even more. I don’t know if the conversation we were having, or my show of aggression towards the guy were factors, but I took the cunt into a room shortly afterwards and used her pussy for a few minutes before turning her around and unloading into her mouth. When she stood to leave the room, my spunk was still on the edge of her lips. The scene in the dungeon on Saturday was the most typical part of the night, which is why I was very excited to get invited to provide the music for an after party that was going to be geared very much towards sex. It would, in fact, turn out to be a miniature orgy, with as many as fifteen people having sex at one time. This particular party took place at a private residence, and the only way to get there was to follow the person who owned the house. The address was given to nobody that I talked to - we simply got in our vehicles and followed each other. We didn’t have to go very far, but with the late hour, the excitement, and the darkness I don’t think anyone really knew where they were when they finally pulled over and got out of their vehicles. The house was big, but not fancy, and there was an entire basement that seemed to be dedicated to having sex. Big beds, lots of pillows, lots of t.v. screens with porn playing on them, a swing, a hot tub, and a bunch of other stuff that eludes me right now. For supposedly kinky folks there was a noticeable lack of kinky toys and furniture, but that fact didn’t seem to bother anyone. Everybody was ready to get their clothes off and get to fucking. I suppose the kinky party had been one long bit of foreplay for them. It did not take long for just about everyone in the room to get naked and involved. I set up near a small wet bar and just watched, having satiated myself earlier. Honestly, the men and women I saw getting it on with each other were not exactly of the body type I find alluring, so the temptation to join was not as intense as I had anticipated. I always say a hole is a hole when I am horny, but when I have recently been gratified/satisfied I can be a bit more picky. That’s probably a good thing, since I saw a great deal of unprotected sex going on, and eventually left wondering who would be experiencing rashes, sores and worse the next few days/weeks/rest of their life. Not that the lack of inhibition I witnessed wasn’t beautiful I just know that there can be consequences with that sort of fun.  So, what was good orgy music? People seemed to like Doctor Flake, Tricky, Tool, Morphine, Portishead, Massive Attack, Skinny Puppy and Velvet Acid Christ. Down tempo, bass heavy, and either sexy or dark. With the lights down low, it was a pretty intense sight to behold at times. Something I’m glad I didn’t miss, and in fact got paid to watch and provide the background music for. |
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