The Booty Call

Here she is again: your favorite late bloomer, reporting in 🤪

After my first BDSM party, I knew right away: I wanted more.
For me, the scene feels like a safe playground where I can truly explore. This time, I went to The Booty Call: a mix of kinky play and sex, grounded in the values of the BDSM community. And that’s exactly why I love it so much everything revolves around consent. Love it 💜

Just like last time, the system was simple: red bracelet = don’t approach me, green = come say hi. And yep, your girl went green again. I’m exploring, so why hide?

The venue felt like a labyrinth of lust. Every corner revealed something deliciously dirty: asses turning red from spanking, moans echoing through the air and bodies tangled in raw pleasure. Honestly, a paradise of desire 😈 I love the freedom of it all. But it still messes with my head. Inside the party, I feel like a sex goddess; the moment I step outside and pass a random group of guys smoking on the street, I suddenly shrink back into feeling awkward and unsafe. Total mindfuck.

Anyway, back to the fun. I met gorgeous people, had great conversations, and soaked up all the cuddles. But I was also confronted with myself. There’s still a block when it comes to going “all the way.” And trust me, it’s not for lack of horniness (I’m basically walking around dripping) 🤤

Part of it might be my religious background. And on top of that, I only popped my cherry a few months ago, so I really shouldn’t be so hard on myself.
But the bigger thing is: I’m a Hepatitis B carrier. Even with safe sex, I feel I need to be upfront about it. So alongside the classic, “What do you like?” and “What are your limits?” comes my very unsexy addition: “When was your last test? Oh, and by the way, I have Hep B.”

Not exactly pillow talk. Like, imagine: I’m wet, I’m holding someone’s delicious cock, moans swirling all around me, and then I blurt out, “Surprise! Let’s talk about my medical history!” Instant vibe killer.

Timing is everything, I realize I want those conversations to happen when lust isn’t clouding judgment, not in the middle of teasing around. So yeah, I need to sharpen my communication skills. Because consent really is everything at these parties. The guys I turned "down" were all understanding and cool about it, which reassured me.

And don’t worry I didn’t exactly go home frustrated. My pussy was teased and fingered until my body buzzed, my tits were licked and sucked with greedy hunger. So yes, I was a little blocked. Yes, a little frustrated with myself. But above all? I was deliciously, deeply satisfied. I just need to figure out if these parties are truly my thing. Or maybe I should just accept the obvious: I’m a horny bitch on a kinky journey, figuring it out one orgasm at a time.

✨ Until the next confession!