Gangbangs and Getting Past Personal Boundaries
I’ve been fantasizing almost exclusively about gang-bangs for the last 11 months. It all started with something my husband, PC, and I witnessed last summer at the old location of Montreal swinger club Le Celeste.
Leaning rigidly against the latticed wall of the “Jungle Room,” my face partially obscured by a plastic vine hanging from the ceiling, I watched a group of about 10 fit, clean-shaven men swarm a buxom bleached blond. From where I was standing I had a clear sideways view of her. While deep throating one cock after another, she spread open her strong, tanned body doggie-style as guys took turns grabbing her ass, straddling her, moving aside the thin crotch of her white G-string, and pumping her pussy in short, quick strokes.
Something about the raw energy of this unstaged scene shocked me, compelling my repressive social conditioning to take hold of my mind with full force. I began to perceive the woman as a series of holes to be filled and the men fucking her as callous jerks. Acutely aware of being the only other woman in the room, I started to dread the feral intensity in the men’s eyes when they looked at me. I felt naked and ashamed for taking part in the spectacle – even as a passive observer.
PC noticed my mounting anxiety and escorted me to a private room where we could talk. It was not long before I arrived at a sobering realization: I had encountered my first emotional limit in our sexual adventures.
Until that point, my sexual exploration seemed boundless as I leaped from one fulfilling experience to another. Faced with a situation that forced me to deal with my own hardwired hang-ups, I had to make a choice: Either recoil in fear and refuse to learn from the experience, or work through my negative emotional response in a constructive, sex-positive way. I chose the latter.
To understand the source of my aversion, I started fantasizing about my own gang-bang scenario. I imagined myself surrounded by men who paid attention to my response and whose only aim was to get me off. It was as if my lover’s touch had been multiplied tenfold. When I compared this imagined scenario with the one I observed at the club, I figured out a couple of things.
On the one hand, what I feared most was losing control – being unable to say no and to walk away if things got too intense. On the other hand, the strength of my visceral response to the original scene revealed my fascination with gang-bangs. I think that may have been what troubled me the most; on some deep-rooted, subliminal level, I wanted to be the woman getting fucked by a group of random men.
Inspired by this increased sense of self-awareness, I re-examined the gang-bang at the club with a dispassionate eye. Judging from the brief glimpses I caught of the woman’s face and of the men who were fucking her, all participants were over the age of reason (i.e, 30). Moreover, despite the nervous energy apparent in the men’s body language, their interactions with the woman and with each other made it obvious that they were all consenting adults, mindful of each others presence.
Then I recalled something curious. The one slightly older guy, seemingly in his early forties, was fully dressed and did not participate. He did, however, stare avidly at the woman, following her every move. Later, when I saw them leave the club together hand in hand, I realized that he was her lover. In recalling this detail, the subtle dynamics of the scene suddenly became clear to me. This was their shared fantasy.
What did I learn from taking a critical look at my own emotional limits? My initial view of what turned out to be a sex-positive situation was completely off base. I had judged it according to my own prejudices. Perception is reality, PC always tell me. What I claim to see (filtered as it is by my experiences and biases) says more about me than about what I’m observing. In other words, I need to keep an open mind if I am serious about my personal growth through sexual experimentation.
Second, it’s easy to overcome my sexual hang-ups when I understand their source.
Third, I am now able to open up to my lover about my gang-bang fantasy. The good news: he’s into it too. Only time will tell if we ever go there….
About Emmanuelle Undine
Consummate sensualist Emmanuelle Undine reports on the non-monogamous lifestyle scene north of the border in her Swingset series The French Connection. Part autobiography, part critical-reflective sex journalism, her blog Emmanuelle Undine: A Siren Laid Bare reflects on the sexual adventures she shares with PC, her husband.-
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