Sexual Healing

The important and necessary magic of gangbangs

I don’t want to write too much about this one because I feel like it would cheapen the experience… Basically not sure what gave her the idea*, but, a friend of mine got into her head that I like organising gangbangs.
*(citation 1, citation 2, citation 3)

But this was not going to be like any gangbang I had orgestrated previously, this was a sexual healing gangbang. She had recently experienced some sexual trauma and wanted to recreate aspects of the experience, but in a controlled environment with some chosen safe people.

If you’re looking for numerical values for how much people enjoyed themselves or a pie chart about who penetrated whom then go to literally any of my other reports. I thought about not writing anything for this one, but the thing is I do really want to share that it happened.

It was really beautiful and such a privilege to witness a friend being so strong in their vulnerability. Our gangbang bottom shared that the experience helped her reclaim her sexuality. What more could you want eh?

I have fond memories of fucking this particular friend in a farm animals scene, and she and I co-facilitated an absolutely nonsensical sexy workshop together. We both love to be playful and silly, but this was super brave and raw and it will stay with me for a long time. One of the bangers pointed out that as AFAB people, we have all known boundary violations in intimate spaces. It wasn’t just about the person on the bottom, the scene was collective healing.

I stayed for the whole scene but I had to go home straight after. (it was Sunday night and everyone knows clowns start work bright and early on Monday morning) But I believe those who stayed had a lush time eating snacks, cuddling, making out, pulling tarot and other witchy shit that gay people get up to when left unattended.

So thank you to the gangbang bottom, thank you to all the bangers and I want to encourage anyone keen to heal themselves that community care in this way is available to you, if you should so wish. <3

A Note:

All of the bangers present had previously been recruited for the Strapletes… one could argue that this was technically the Strapletes first proper meet. But this was a different vibe and was devoid of locker room talk, whipping each other with towels and the general competitive sports vibe.

And while we’re on the subject, the name rhymes with Athletes. They are NOT called “Straplettes” rhyming with lil-lets, or Rockettes or whatever other feminized shit uses the suffix -ettes. We can be sweet and gentle and hold our friends through hard things, but also we are big and butch and scary and we’re cumming for you grrrr.