Burning Man Day 5… and a confession!
OK, I have been home from burning man now for a little over 3 months now. That means that there is only 9 months left till its time to camp again! I figure I should finish up writing about my time there. There is still a lot to tell actually.
Soooooo without further ado… day 5!!!
By this day (Friday) I have thoroughly embraced the idea of being nekid. I have officially developed my playa personality. Hot pink dom/playa princess/goddess. I was even named! Miss Demeanor… I think I wrote that already. It was a busy day!
The beginning of today was written about in “Pink pasties…”
OK let’s see… I talked about my first dust storm… check!
Ohhhhh… OK… I met a sweet kid named Brandon tonight. He’s from Hood River. Totally hot and completely wrapped up in the experience. Felt kinda bad for him though. He had a crazy old man supplying him with drugs, stalking him and trying to get in his pants. I don’t even think Brandon was officially gay yet. Still in the bi stage I mean. I ran into him on and off for the rest of the week. I wish I had gotten his contact info but all well…
I had some henna done today. It was a flame tattoo on my left boob! It was ok I guess, one of the guys at the G-spot did it.
One of the best things that happened today was the hot dog dinner! So, I am hanging out with Barbie Death Camp on their art truck. They have a tradition; every year they cook hot dogs in the flamethrower. I got to help cook from the top of the truck. It was fun!
So picture a 40-foot flagpole with a basket mounted on the end. Now picture 35 foot flames shooting out of a huge cannon mounted to the back of a truck. The hot dogs were being BBQ’s in that. We then stuck them on buns and handed them out to the general crowd! It was kinda weird doin it mostly nekid but seriously, people weren’t lookin at my tits; all they wanted was the dogs!
Confession: I have to be mostly vague here to protect the other person but tonight was the night I came closest to hooking up with somebody. (sex at Burning man is creepy!) OK, waaaaaaaaay more vague than I wish I could be but… he was married. I really liked him and I thought he liked me. We cuddled on the playa. We discussed what would constitute “cheating”. Burning man is a different sorta world. What constitutes cheating in normal rules would different on the playa. There are a lot of poly couples, lots of swingers… the place is sex charged. I mean come on, up till today I had been having spontaneous orgasms several times a day! Anyway, I really thought he was into me… He was intense, the kind of guy that looks right into your eyes when he talks to you. He was interested, complementary, intelligent, and sexy! … and he looked great in fur! We turned out the lights and messed around. Just a bit really but I think he may have experienced a wave of guilt shortly after the wave of pleasure. He was up and gone and I was left cold and alone so I got dressed (sort of) and walked home. The next day, he couldn’t even make eye contact. He even kinda snapped at me. I really felt like I had made a mistake and I really felt used. I felt bad but it wasn’t like I forced anything. I didn’t do anything he didn’t ask for. I wanted to spend more time with him but I was completely dismissed. It sucked!!! I won’t ever tell our secret and next year I will have to face him again. (That is if he decided to camp with us at the G-Spot) I hope that we can fully get past it and stay friends. He’s really a great guy. His wife is a lucky girl! If he told her, I hope that she understands. I hope that he didn’t say specifically who I am. I would like there to be no animosity between us. I guess I will worry about that next year.
That was mostly the rest of my day…
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