Nature plays cruel tricks sometimes. After a long, cold spring, she’s treated us to a summer punctuated by torrential rainstorms and day-long drizzles, sometimes every day for a week. No, it’s not anything like the lava in Hawaii or the fires in California — we’re fortunate and we know it. But it has made it hard to plan and pull off the outdoor events that are our raison d’etre.
So this past week, when “chance of thunderstorms” was once again on the forecast every day, we decided to move up our annual spa date and celebrate Christmas in August. Twenty-two of us descended on our favorite spa, a serene oasis hidden on the fifth floor of a midtown building. We took the place over, which enabled us to roam freely, lounging naked in the jade-encrusted sauna…
…under the rainforest shower…
…and in the lemon- and ginseng-infused soaking tubs.
There were massages for all, and afterwards there was champagne for those that wanted something bubbly…
…and tea for our teetotalers.
But what made this particular rainy day extra special was the storytelling adventure we experimented with in one of the spa’s relaxation lounges.
Storytelling adventure? Well, you already know we love books. And while neither the printed nor the electronic variety survive well in a sauna or soaking tub, there is an older tradition — the oral tradition — that is perfectly suited.
For reasons we’re sure you will appreciate, we don’t have any photos to share with you of this portion of our afternoon — but it was truly a wonderful experience. We chose a comfortable room with gentle heating elements in the floor and went there in groups of five or six at a time. One person in the group would start telling a story — an erotic story — and as it developed, the rest of the people in the room would suggest directions the story might take. The first story, for instance, was about a sports victory and what happened in the showers after. A classic premise, you might say. But we gave it some fresh twists and turns, and well before the characters in the story reached their sorely deserved climaxes, we reached ours. Some of us several times.
Kudos to our brave storytellers, who shared their fantasies, and to all the brave women (and one brave man) who participated. We’ve explored group orgasms before, but never with this added interactive element, and it just took things to an entirely different level. Before long, people were already talking about doing an all-erotic-storytelling event sometime later in the year. (Maybe that will be our Christmas treat, since we’ve already done the spa!) If you’re feeling brave and might be interested in sharing stories and orgasms with a group of like-minded women, let us know: you can reach us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. Or if you’d like to come to our next spa event…or our next outdoor event. Whatever your interests, we’d love to hear from you.
In the meantime, we hope you enjoy this little peek into our rainy day pastimes. There’s nothing like being out in the summer sun — but when that isn’t an option, we do find some wonderfully satisfying alternatives.
It’s kinda difficult to remember that the naked female body isn’t necessarily sexual with all this talk of erotic stories and orgasms…
No body is NECESSARILY sexual. But all bodies are sexual some of the time. Pretending the female body is never sexual is almost as bad as pretending it always is.
I concur. I love the work you do, it’s very important and necessary.
And let me guess, these events are for biological women and not for Intersex women.
We’re a pretty open-minded, non-judgmental bunch and I’d think we would welcome an intersex woman at an event like this if we got to know her and she shared our interests and attitude. It’s true that the level of intimacy we explored at this event depended on creating an environment in which our members felt comfortable enough and safe enough to expose not just their bodies but their sexuality, which isn’t an easy environment to create. For many women, it is easier to achieve if either everyone in the room or very nearly everyone shares your experience of going through life with a female body. But if you read the post you saw that one of the 22 members present was biologically male; because this was someone we’ve known for years and trust, his presence in the room didn’t prevent the rest of our members from feeling comfortable engaging in the acts we described. In the end, bodies are bodies, and the difference between a large clitoris and a small penis isn’t so much of a muchness. Trust is everything.
That’s cool because for me, I’m an intersex person & a Nudist. I go nude by myself mainly because I wouldn’t be accepted by biological men or biological women.
If I may ask, how much does a spa day like that cost? It seems lovely.
It varies from spa to spa (and city to city, of course). In our case, we have a long relationship with this spa and get a special deal from them in return for bringing 20+ people. But if you were just going by yourself to a spa in New York, you might expect to pay maybe $100-150 for a massage plus use of the facilities (and would be expected to leave a tip as well).
A storytelling experience that I have had the good fortune to envelop myself into begins…”Do any of you play cards???”
Happy story living!
This is fantastic