Shadow Lane -- play play play!

Yes, this year I am booking time to play, rather than waiting for it to just happen. Friday, I play with M. of M.&K., the aforementioned Brad, and U.D. U.D. and I end our session while Rad is using our room, so I have to ("have to") go down to the casino to gamble for about 15 minutes until I can go back up and change. I lose $15. Could be worse. I’ve only gambled about $40 so far, so I’m not doing too bad, but I’d LIKE to start seeing a positive balance.

Quick change of clothes and then off to the Friday night suite parties. There are four options on the 10th floor that I know of, and I want to stop into each one, which will be tough. The first two are very crowded, but I remain calm. I talk to M.&K. for a while. They are headed down the hall to the other party and I join them. K. and I talk about negative feelings, feeling competitive, feeling that we are vying for attention, and feeling that we do not want to have to ASK someone to play, but rather for someone to approach us.

(My fantasy is someone just coming up and yanking me over his knee. Yes, I know, it doesn’t work like that in real life unless you know the person and you have established that he can do that. I’m free to fantasize, however.)

We go to a slightly less crowded party in the suite of L.&G., a very nice couple that I met at my first SL party several years ago. K. goes off to do something else. I go over to talk with L., who is sitting on a stool near the bar. The couch is perpendicular to the bar, and I sit on the edge of the couch, near a nice-looking guy I didn’t know. I continue my theme of feeling competitive, needy, wanting attention, etc., to L. She knows the guy on the couch. She leans over and says to him, “Why don’t you put her over your knee?” She then officially introduces us. His name is S. I look at him. He looks at me. I’m certainly willing. He says, “Let’s go.” I look at L. and she’s smiling. Cool. We go off into the bedroom part of the suite and he puts me over his knee.

Then S. proceeds to spank the living daylights out of me. Holy crap, it’s good. He only uses his hand, but he’s tireless. First it hurts, and then I just want more and more and more, so I’m egging him on, cursing, calling him a son-of-a-bitch, etc., just to make him go harder. I’m exhausted at the end. I mean, it must have been a half-hour spanking. He looks at me and says, “We’re going to finish this tomorrow.” Uh -- "Yes, Sir," I say. At that point they have to call the maids to mop the floor… Just kidding, but damn, it’s simply PERFECT!

Today, Saturday, a bunch of the girls all get together for breakfast, had a wonderful talk, some bitching, some gossip, some good and bad reports of how the party's going so far. I'm happy to say that I'm still having a wonderful time, and have more appointments scheduled for later today.