This weekend I am a judge at the Washington State Leather Sir/Leather boy/Bootblack contest and tonight was their meet and greet at The Cuff (a local gay leather bar). I was one of just a handful of women who was at the event. The majority of the attendees were gay men, mostly gay leathermen. I felt like a pig in slop.
What is it with gay men (or those who identify as gay men) and women's tits? Or women's crotches for that matter. I had more hands and mouths on my breasts that at any other public function I've ever been to except for a meet and greet at another contest year's ago at the Seattle Eagle. And the gropes and grabs and . . . well, lets just say that my tits and cunt both are a little sore from the attention they got. And this was just at a bar. There are two especially fine young men that kept me pretty well occupied. Tony Buff, Washington State Leather 2002( scroll down to see his picture) and his nasty boy, Lawerence both had their way with me (well as much as you can in a bar) and if I have my way, one of these days I'm going to spend a few hours of private time with them and let them have more of their way with me. Damn, what fine sexy men. And that was just two of at least six wonderful men who I "played" with tonight. My hands were tied behind my back, I was punched, pinched, bit, had strawberry mousse licked off my tits and fondled and kissed all evening long. I love judging contests.
I was going to go to The Wet Spot women's night afterward, but I decided to just come home and bask in the glow of the attention I got from the guys.
And tonight was just the meet and greet. Tomorrow is the contest and I'm wearing something slinky and sexy and I'm sure there will be more chances to play with the boys.
I keep forgetting just how much fun they are. I think I'll make more trips to The Cuff in the future.