Ever fancied being lubed up with warm oil and sliding around with a crowd of similarly oily strangers? You will almost certainly enjoy this week’s guest blog! I’m delighted to welcome PJA Woode this week – he’s a fellow sex writer who contributes fabulous erotic fiction to the porn site FrolicMe, but today he’s here to share a real life experience. After listening to the interview with Tabitha Rayne in which she and I talked about craving stories written by men that show emotional vulnerability, he offered a story about overcoming his own feelings of shyness to attend his first liquid orgy. What follows is both sweet and deliciously slippery…
Slippery when wet – my first liquid orgy
I’ve experienced several orgies over the years. Hot people rubbing up against each other. Multiple hands caressing bodies. Cocks, tits and pussies aplenty – all within an arm’s length.
I’ve seen and felt it all.
But only in my smutty writings.
I’ve never experienced anything close to this for real.
That was until last year, when, at the ripe old age of 65, I decided that things had to change and I simply had to experience something I’d fantasised about for decades before it was too late.
There are a few advantages of growing old and one of them is a ‘what the heck’ attitude. And I guess it was this that impelled me forward. So I signed up for an event I can only describe as an oily orgy. Everyone was to be blindfolded, coated in warm olive oil and then they would roll around over each other. And have a bit of fun.
I wasn’t brave enough to go alone and I remain deeply indebted to someone I’d met at a – clothed – tantra event earlier in the year, who kindly agreed to accompany me. We had kept in touch after the tantra workshop and in one of our exchanges of messages she suggested I try out the ‘oily orgy’. When I said that I wasn’t sure I had the bottle to do it on my own she offered to come along to hold my hand.
She suggested I wore old clothes as they would probably get rather oily and I looked a bit of a state when we met at a pub near the venue. This didn’t help my confidence levels.
We shared a glass of wine and she checked that I still wanted to go along.
I replied that I really did, and really didn’t. But on balance was probably on the verge of doing a runner.
She said that she thought I was really courageous for getting this far and that she would look after me. This spurred me on and I downed the rest of my sauvignon blanc and we headed to the venue.
We made our way through some smart streets then joined a throng outside the entrance to the event. I found myself chatting to a couple in their thirties who were doing this for the first time. The woman was every bit as nervous as me and we both agreed that this might be a step too far, but we wouldn’t know until we tried it.
The door opened and in we went. There were about twenty of us in total and there was a cocktail party vibe – plates of tasty nibbles neatly laid out on a beautifully decorated table. We circulated and chatted to others, some were old hands, but an equal number were newbies like me.
And then the event host called us into a circle and took us through rules and boundaries. No genital touch of any sort, and no ejaculation. Consent was essential and – given no-one was to talk during the session – this worked on taps. One tap to ask to touch, a single tap in reply was a ‘yes’, a double tap was a ‘no’.
His instruction that we should all strip and rejoin the circle was enough to keep me there. I have to say taking off my clothes alongside others was a real turn on. The fact that my chaperone had the most stunning figure simply turned up the heat that much more.
Back around the circle we were all told to look at bodies around us and shouldn’t shy away from cocks and pussies. As it turned out, the couple opposite us were also of different ages. She was older, in her fifties at a guess; he was mid thirties. She had lovely breasts and he was clearly a regular at a gym with the most enormous cock, even when soft.
I looked down at mine which had shrunk to a tiny, shrivelled little worm.
Soon we were told to put on blindfolds and lie down, holding the hands of our neighbours. My friend squeezed my hand hard, as if to say ‘you’re doing OK’ and then we felt the warm oil being poured over our bodies. A glug hit my cock which was heavenly.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” my companion whispered, clearly aware that I was holding my breath.
Shortly after that the circle seemed to break up and we were all feeling around for someone to massage or rub against.
I was trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement, but thankfully soon found my hands against a body which I assumed from the shape was a woman’s. I tapped her thigh once and she responded with single tap. A clear green light.
Moments later my hands were stroking her thighs while hers were on my back. She pushed into me and I felt her nipples against my chest, she pulled back and guided a hand to her breast which I massaged with giddy delight. Feeling that it was my fingers that were making her nipples hard was a truly memorable moment.
We spent ages together but what I found most intimate about our touch was when we focused exclusively on each others hands and fingers.
I guess half an hour had passed and my partner, who unsurprisingly had been swallowed up by others, found me and suggested we take a bit of a break so she could check in with me. We moved off the oily area, took off our blindfolds and had a drink.
The sight in front of me was completely amazing. Everyone had migrated to one corner, taking up a fraction of the space of the original circle. I saw real life erections for the first time in my life. In one part of the melee, a lone, hard cock was poking periscope-like above a mound of flesh. It was immense and I guessed who the owner was.
I saw glistening breasts and a parade of sumptuous pussies, too.
And I loved it all.
An older couple had also taken a break at the same time and we got chatting to them. We touched on the subject of age and I let slip how old I was and the woman said that I had the body of someone fifteen years younger. That made my evening, and that little shrivelled worm got a little longer and a little more confident as a result.
Seeing this, she smiled. Then suggested the four of us head back to the mat…