Stretched out on the hot sand, I stare out at all the men in their different speedos. The cut of the tight brief swimming shorts frames an ass to perfection and then there are times when it is less than desirable. This got me thinking about relationships. How would Lycra be a comparison for relationships? When it’s not a perfect fit then it’s a complete disaster.
Spending some time outside my usual box I was invited, by Greg, to join him at a pig party. Now my impression of a Pig Party was a party where you paid a cover charge and then drank till you were slaughtered. I had misgivings purely based on that fact, but I was somewhat mollified when I was informed that it was not what was expected. Goodie! I enjoy something new; it’s like the first time in a lecture hall, so enthusiastic, ready to take in everything. So, ready with my pen in my hand I accompanied Greg to the Pig Party.
I wanted to know what to wear but apparently a kit is required not really an outfit. Nude bar! Damn, I forgot about those. So clothes off and in we go.
It’s a very dark bar and for some time I was very disorientated. Did we come up stairs? Which way is the street? Ok, then where is the mountain? I could not get my bearings but I assume that was part of the appeal.
Masters and slaves and a sex pig roaming around. Was this entertainment? Is this a thrill to some people? Have we evolved to this, degradation and humiliation as ways of stimulation? And then, just when I was about to cast myself into the barrel of prudes, it happened. A slave had accidentally been stepped on - well what did he expect rolling on the floor - nonetheless, he was stepped on and his master tended to him. I could here him speak softly…”Lover, can I take you home?” “No, I am fine.” “I’m taking you home, you are hurt my baby…” and he picked him up off of the floor and took him home.
Was I being too judgemental? Did I miss the whole point? Hidden amongst the dark, the smell of lube, the taste of leather and the loud music was a couple. Was this a catalyst for their foreplay or were they just bored one night and decided this would be fun? In the end I could see two people that fit, like a speedo. It may not have been my cut and it was a little dark but it fit perfectly for them, and that my dear readers is a beautiful thing.