CALL FOR HELP RESULTS IN SENSUAL MUSICAL DOUBLE-DUNKER
Crashing trees
We had so much fun last Monday evening! All except for my sweet Lazerus, our live musician for the night, who had been shorn of his Internet. Unknown to me at the time, a tree had fallen on his house!
"There were no injuries, yet," Laz drawled later. He was referring to the dangerous work of removing debris while straddling the roof. "It was actually just one enormous limb from a giant oak," he said. Thankfully he was unharmed, but the Love-In orgy was upon us, and I was without my sexy musician.
What would you have done? I panicked of course. At the time, I knew something had happened, but I didn't learn about the wind in the tree until the next day. I just felt it, because Laz is solid, he shows up for gigs, and he is a fab lover, which makes him ideal for the event. But there were vicious storms on the prowl across the country. I calmed down, shouted no exclamations, and uttered no harsh words ("yet") for our beloved, laggy SL. Then I plunged into dismay once more that my event was going to sputter without the promised "live musician," but that thought just made it WORSE because when I said to myself "live musician," I began sobbing, alone at home, trusting that he was, indeed, "alive."
A sizable crowd was already milling about, looking a little embarrassed that they had come, but they would soon relax, and I realized I should act. Somehow I wrote:
"The COMMUNE LOVE-IN ORGY features ORIGINAL MUSIC from LAZERUS DOGHOUSE tonight!! I am ever so hopeful he is OK and his Internet is soon back up..."
In a private IM to Mason, a musician friend and lover, I was less composed:
"Fuck fuck fuck I have no musician! I could cryaaaaaiiiiii!!" I normally gasp that last "-aaaaiiii" during a climax but it came out all the same, a curious instance of the similarity of utter ecstasy to wailing.
Mason sought--and got--intimate convergence with his audience...
In seconds, Mason, who has played the orgy twice before, stepped up to volunteer:
"Give me five minutes to collect my gear, baby."
My heart was bursting with gratitude, and oh, he has lots of nice gear *grins.* (Hey, it's an orgy, am I not permitted to coo over one wavy haired Hawaiian musician with a relaxed, "da kine" surfer voice?)
And... his voice, his voice! Like the eyes, the voice reveals one's soul. He barely concealed his wanting, his daring arousal. His subdued words nailed the orgying guests. He sought--and got--intimate convergence with his audience, while they were making love. Mason's sexual and musical drive are like twin forces of nature.
Slick performers were saving my ass
Then Beamer Lowtide, a man with the voice of Passion itself, stepped out of the shadows of the Love Pavilion. Beamer was the second musician who IMed Yoru offering to fill in for Laz, and Mason immediately invited him to follow at 7pm. Slick performers were saving my ass. What happened next was so fine, I don't even remember exactly when we started losing our inhibitions, but I still see vivid images of us, me included, floating around on Beamer's sensuous vibes, visiting, greeting, loving one orgy guest after another. We made love singly, in couples, and in groups, as in a dream, to a variety of people, a mix of personalities, ages, body styles, genders, all whispering intimate confessions of passion, all reaching for ultimate sensuality. Remarkable!
Thanks, Beamer, Mason, DJs, lovers... all you orgy lovelies--we truly are a village.
Sensual Musical Double Dunker: "You don't have to like it, as long as you love it."
That thought occurred to me as I wrote about last monday night's orgy (such a love encounter!): "You don't have to like it, as long as you love it." It makes sense about things taboo.
I am happy to report that Laz is safe. I visited him two days later when he came back online, and the only thing that fell upon on him in SL was me :)
