7 Days and Counting . . .
ByThe evening will be underway before we arrive. I like this set-up. It means I can be a voyeur before I become a participant—or more like the center of attention.
I haven’t given a lot of thought to the evening, other than to schedule my spray tan for today and my waxing for Monday. I still need to decide what I’ll wear for those few moments when there’ll be clothes on my body. You have suggestions? I’ll take ‘em. I’ll probably walk the lingerie sections of the outlet mall on Friday night or Saturday.
Tank says he thinks I’m anxious. He says I’m being too heady about the whole situation. Most likely because I’ve asked him a bunch of questions, like:
“From your conversations with B4, who do you think will be there?”
“From what you’ve seen in the past, what do bi guys like from a woman?”
“How do other women usually act and behave?”
“How am I getting to and from the house?”
“Will I get to spend any time with you alone afterwards?”
“Can I see you before next Tuesday?”
I don’t feel anxious. More, I’m a person who likes to be prepared for anything that might show up in her path.
I love the anticipation. The thought of having so many men touching me, caressing me, bending me, fucking me, fondling me, eating me, biting me, sucking me, cuming on me. All while Tank watches and joins in.
I’m also bummed that Tank can’t spend the rest of the night with me alone so we can build upon the experience. Unfortunately, daily life is getting in the way. Having a teenager means being home when she goes to bed and wakes up in the morning.
On second thought, maybe I should call a girlfriend. Chances are high she’s walked in my shoes before. Wonder what wisdom she has to offer around what I’m about to experience.
Stayed tuned for more musings. Who knows how I’ll be feeling next Monday!
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Does a lady take a steno pad to a gangbang, to take notes on the experience, or do you rely on memory?
A steno pad? Now that would make for an interesting role play that night! Hmmm . . . me in the role of secretary. I have the glasses and the finger nails. Wonder what outfit I’d wear?? LOL I’ll rely on Tank to fill me in. He’ll play a little and watch a lot. And I have a girlfriend who’s asked if she can watch. I’m waiting to get permission on that :) She’s a great spanker!