This was a thank you letter to the members of my group who attended my last party.


          5am August 24, 2008.

  I'm lounging across 2 chairs in front of my computer. Sade remixes pouring like house music'ed honey through my speakers filling my apartment, once filled with laughing, sexing, raunchy, fun loving Syndicate family, with its sweet, gyration inducing tones. Having been up and running since early Saturday am I'm tired now. My Jolt Cherry Bomb bolstered energy reserves are leaking invisibly, quickly into the air making it hard to keep my eyes open. But I want to close my eyes so I can feel the music better; better listen to the voice of my drunken British Columbian friend who's sharing her insight on race relations, interracial sex, her sudden discovery of the true strength of submissive women and why she's always loved me best even though she's married.

Through all this she asks me about my party. And I remember it: the guy I'd never met before grabbing my hand and pronouncing in a very non-sexual way that he loved me and that I'm the man; the woman with the smile that would light up a room. My favorite Princess having just enough drinks to get her in the party mood; my baby, tired and not feeling quite so well, being elegant and making me proud that she was mine. My voice low, eyes closed, I tell my drunken friend all about the party, "There are people who do this to get laid. Host parties to get as much dick or pussy as they can. Others its a financial enterprise. Sex sells and if they can they will sell it or the possibility of getting it for the highest price they can. Me, and this is probably going to sound just damned weird, I do it for a reason thats much simpler, because it should be done. If more people were out fucking regularly the world would be a much happier place. Its hard to want to kill somebody after you just had some great sex you didn't have to barter for or feel bad about. I love providing a safe place with a relaxed atmosphere where a woman can come, get naked and screw as many guys as she wants and still feel good about herself. Where she doesn't need the excuse of alcohol or drugs to engage in some of her deepest, darkest sexual desires. She can just come, act on them, still feel respected and even appreciated rather than shunned. I want men to be able to come and live the dream for just a moment. To be in a roomful of half naked women; anyone of which would gladly spread her legs or drop to her knees and take him inside of her and its cool if he cums a bit sooner than he expected or isn't hung like a horse, or built like an NBA baller." I think she understood. At least she said she did and agreed with me.

I got off the phone and slid in the bed beside my girl who had been asleep for a few hours. But i wasn't sleepy. Somehow jsut wasn't. Down stairs on my futon listening to the japanese vocal track of some choice anime i felt myslef falling off to sleep. The sun was rising and streaming through my windows. My last concious thought was that I needed to write a letter thanking everyone who came. And also truly explaining what may be a mystery to some, why I never play. I do play. This whole ordeal is play for me. All who come to my parties are my collective dick sliding into the hypocrisy of a culture that uses sex to sell everything from cars to cereal yet wants us to feel bad for just wanting to fuck. You are my collective dick, rock hard and lubed its blood engorged head poking at the puckered rim of Miss Hypocrisy's sweet, virgin asshole and then driving forward like a piston as she squeals feeling herself open wide around us. Every orgasm you have is mine flowing free from my balls deep into her ass until she is full of our cum running over and out of her onto the floor like an angry stream, creating a puddle at my feet. You are my giant, collective hypocrisy ass fuck. I thank you for it, love you for it. Welcome to my afterglow.

Till next time we bend her over and take her ass...

Vox

Someone from TN was kind enough to help me look into the black eyeliner/lipstick attraction. Thanx for the insight baby.

It seemed to come as a shock to my Hockey Mom (hm)submissive friend that I like the "darker" girls. I think hm has a bit of a dislike for them but isn't quite sure why she does. We had a nice long discussion about my tastes in women. Truth be told I don't have one set, absolute type more so than I truly have preferences. I love women. There's alot to love about them. The touch, smell, taste of them. Is there anything more beautiful than femininity?  Yes. submission.