Some stories from my first day of SlutCon. All names have been changed to protect the anonymity of the people involved, except for Nick, who is one of the organizers of the event.
I go to a talk on men’s fashion. The presenter points to me as a positive example, someone she would see and be intrigued by. This makes sense; I’ve been getting a lot of compliments on my cloak and matching dyed face hair.
I talk with the women at the check-in desk about flirting. I express doubt in my skill. One counters that I flirted so skillfully earlier that she simply described me when another man asked how to flirt. This is news to me.
I’m somewhat smitten by a woman named Jade. I tell her she’s so pretty she draws my eye every time I pass by. She seems very excited about this, but I’m on an ops mission and can’t stick around.
I attend a panel of commentary on porn, by the porn stars. Jade is one of the panelists. She describes the oddity of controlling her face to look good during sex, instead of making her usual orgasm face. I find her after the panel and repeat her humorous description of her orgasm face, and tell her I’d love to see that. She gives feedback on my flirting: “ooh, nice”.
Jade is assisting with part of the opening ceremony. Nick calls for a volunteer to go on a micro-date with her on stage. I’m the fastest to jump up. He asks how I feel about her; I answer truly that she’s the prettiest person on campus. He asks what I want to do with her. I say I want to kiss her, then when pressed for more, that it might be fun to have sex with her. Later, I’ll think of many more things I could have said, but in the pressure of the stage, my heart pounding with the nervousness I mostly don’t show, I draw a blank creatively. He asks what I want Jade to do with me. I answer that I want her gentle attention, and Nick prompts me to ask or command for specifics. I tell Jade to come closer, and tell me something she likes about me. She compliments my cloak, saying she’s been noticing it since the con started. I ask her to put her hands on me, and she declines. This is fine, of course. I tell her to describe what goes through her head when she imagines touching me. She says she feels a lot of attraction from me that she only somewhat reflects, and worries about my ability to handle rejection later if she touches me now. I address both her and the crowd when I say that I can handle a no, to please feel free. Nick steps in there, to affirm that everyone here can handle a no, and I sit back down, still hazy with adrenaline. My friends sitting next to me tell me I did great. Many others will repeat that sentiment over the course of the evening, men I don’t know coming up to fistbump me and tell me how impressed they were. The taste of celebrity feels fantastic. Later, I run into Jade, thank her and say it was awesome, and we hug.
I’ve been enjoying some nice chats with a cute woman named Mary. A friend reminds me that the opening ceremony assigned homework: for each man to ask to feel a woman’s boobs. I tell Mary I’ve remembered this and ask her. She accepts! She’s delightfully soft under her lacy crop top.
I ask Martha how her day is going. She’s made out with three people. I ask if she wants to make it four, and we do. She’s a decent kisser and wears a delicious lip balm. I ask if she wants to cuddle in the squish room. She declines for now.
Still craving cuddles, I find Sal, who I met during setup volunteering. She’s in a conversation with three men. I interrupt to say she’s cute and ask if she’ll join me in the squish room for cuddles with no further expectations. She’s happy to, so off we go. We have the room to ourselves, and cuddle and talk for a little while. She’s wearing a mask, and I ask if I can see her face. She declines, but offers to show me her ass instead. It’s a great ass, and I ask to touch it. The texture is lovely, smooth and firm. We cuddle some more, and I comment that I can feel myself getting more attracted to her. As she gets ready to leave for the night, I ask to touch her ass again. “Squeeze it, spank it, do whatever.” I give her a light spank and she challenges me to hit harder. I push her forward onto the padded floor, pull up her dress, and give her a hard whap that elicits a sexy moan. She really does need to get going unfortunately, so I walk her to the gate and wish her a good night. I reflect that I considered asking her to get naked, but it slipped my mind. I think it would have gone well if I had. Oh well, I expect there will be more opportunities.
I return to the common areas and find Martha again, and I sit by her side in the group. She mentions her sore shoulders, and I offer a massage. I can’t see her face from my position behind her, but the guys who can want to know what I’m doing. She says my massage is somehow healing her trauma. Eventually it’s time for her to head home. I extend an offer of more massages in the future and blow her a kiss goodbye.
I go find an old friend by a fire pit. I sit across from her, and she asks if she can cuddle up next to me. I happily accept; the familiar intimacy is a nice comfort after the thrilling day I’ve had.