Late Blooming Lesbian goes to Lady Camp
I woke on my 40th birthday feeling well rested and tremendously excited about being celebrated at Lady Camp in Nevada, California. As we rolled out of bed, my dear friend and fellow Somatica coach, Melanya shared that my birthday surprise was spin the bottle, with a sexy twist. She explained that I could be the bottle, spun in an office chair, and I’d have to kiss whoever my chair stopped at. I replied enthusiastically, “Yes,” accepting my birthday surprise with such delight. At that moment, I confidently decided that my 40th birthday would be a day of “Yes!”
With that in mind, I went off to morning yoga led by stunning Amethyst. I loved the structure and the beautiful container she created for us. Once again, she came to me while I was in a long hold and gave me an incredible massage. I couldn’t help but long for her to play my birthday game. After class, I sat in the corner to catch up on some writing, feeling hopeful and turned on by the mounting anticipation showing up in my lady garden.
At breakfast, Melanya yelled “Happy Birthday” as I sat down beside her. After breakfast, I connected with Hillary about my Boudoir photoshoot. I changed into my red lacey baby doll lingerie and brought several other pieces with me. She suggested we go down to the creek and my answer was a resounding “Yes”. I got in the water and she instantly started taking pictures. I felt at ease as the gentle breeze blew. I closed my eyes, relaxing into my breath and my body. In the middle of our shoot, I noticed a group of goddesses coming down to the creek, led by Molly, who was offering a group boudoir photo shoot. I loved the feeling of being watched and admired as the girls made their way down to the creek. Amethyst was up first and she was so comfortable in her body. She stripped down and Molly immediately started taking pictures of her. I admired Amethyst’s banging body and perky nipples. I changed into two different outfits that Hilary captured as we moved around the creek, exploring the area.
I hung around while Molly captured moments with the group of girls, in their stunning lingerie. Melanya expressed a desire to be dominant as she pulled out some ass-less leather chaps and red high heels. In my new fave, full body tights, I actively agreed to play as her submissive. We were delighted and playfully enacted some dominant submissive exchanges. She started flogging me and I suddenly turned the tables by grabbing her devil ears and flogger. I dominated her and loved every minute of it.
She got called away and then I asked Molly if she wanted to stay longer at the creek. I was already feeling drawn to her, after the first night, of hearing about her hot dynamic with her husband and seeing so many sexy pics. We went up to the creek and then she took some pics of me. I asked if I could take some pics of her. She stripped down and draped her strong sexy body over the rocks. I felt like a natural capturing her beauty with the camera. I felt my pussy engage with that familiar feeling of the world falling away and being so present with Molly. As we started to pack up I felt the urge to kiss her and share an experience. But I hesitated and the moment passed. I felt so inspired by taking her pictures that I thought I should buy a camera back home and take pictures of women to help them experience their beauty as others do.
I missed the workshop on the art of spanking and helped set up the tea station for the lunch crowd. At lunch I sat across from Molly and this blue-eyed blond I often sat beside at lunch time. I was chatting away when Melanya grabbed everyone’s attention, while she and Lindsay led everyone in singing my Happy Birthday song. I felt so loved and celebrated that I released tears of joy. Then she introduced the game of spin the birthday girl, explaining that they all think I was a LBL “Late Blooming Lesbian.” I continued chatting with a shit eating grin on my face and watched Molly apply some lip gloss. She suddenly came across the table towards me and I thought she wanted to tell me something important. She said “I won’t be able to make the game” and I moved closer to her. She kissed me passionately and openly for some time as I took in the taste and texture of her lip gloss. After we parted, I bashfully remarked, “Wow you put lip gloss on for me.” The girl beside me, stammered, “Well now I’m turned on.” Molly and I laughed because she was very intentional applying her lip gloss from across the table. There was something about being publicly desired that spoke to my core desire of being worshipped.
After lunch, I went to brush my teeth, put on a cute green dress and some makeup, getting ready as though I was going on a first date. I returned beyond ready to play my birthday game as Melanya gathered some players. My first kiss was forceful and garlicy, which I didn’t enjoy. I covered my eyes for the second round as a blond cutie plopped in my lap, I uncovered my eyes and we shared a kiss. For my third spin, I landed on Melanya and she sat in my lap and we shared a sweet, sensual kiss.
In a playful mood, Majesty and I discussed that I had missed the spanking workshop. She offered to give me a spanking right then and there. As it was my day of “Yes,” I eagerly agreed to receive a public spanking. They delivered a delicious public spanking and even gave me forty whacks.
For the afternoon, the plan was to join the burlesque workshop. Of course I was excited to spend more time with Molly, who was the facilitator. We were tasked with putting together layers of sexy lingerie and accessories to take off. I wore my lilac lacey set, under my green dress and a belly dancing wrap around skirt. Molly shared about burlesque and how to tease the audience. She gave a little demo and we did a little practice strip tease. Then we did a run-through for the talent show and decided on our stage names. I picked “Peaches” as people often think I am called, if I do not properly enunciate all the syllables of my name.
The “No Talent” talent show was extraordinary and it felt like the safest place in the whole world. As our group went up first someone yelled “I love pussy, “ which made me feel even more emboldened. I had done a costume change, replacing my green dress with my purple kimono, exemplifying my authentic seductress. Peaches was second up and felt excited to have everyone’s attention as I teased them. I danced my way up, played with them a little and then pulled my kimono off to reveal my sexy lingerie. I felt so desirable and celebrated. I loved being second because we moved to the back of the stage to watch the other girls come on. I loved witnessing them as they stepped out of their shyness and into the fullness of their erotic power. So fucking enchanting! When we finished our intros, we swayed together, backs turned away from the audience, slowly removing our bras, to turn around one at a time to flash the audience. I felt elated by the after effects of doing something that scared me. Molly absolutely crushed the finale of the show with her beautifully creative and equally erotic cupid performance. She had the audience absolutely captivated including her ardent admirer, yours truly.
After dinner, Jill was hosting a Dance Sensorium and I was so down. We gathered in the lounge, forming a circle on the tumble mats and went around introducing ourselves. Then Jill introduced the experience. She encouraged us to feel into the music, our bodies and possibly call forth different animals to allow any sounds and movements to be expressed naturally. We would all be wearing blindfolds and were discouraged from talking. She stressed consent by inviting us to say yellow if our boundaries were crossed.
I had taken two micro doses of psilocybin and invited Molly to take a small dose. As the music came on, I allowed myself to become completely immersed in the experience. I started on all fours, fluidly moving my body, pulsating to the rhythm of the music. I felt judgement and ego slip away as I opened to the possibilities of co-creation with these graceful, powerfully embodied goddesses. I felt my reservations and tensions melt away as though years of social conditioning and shame slipped from my consciousness. I channelled my inner inch worm as I lay on my tummy and began to inch closer to the energies, calling me, enticing me forth to make contact. The collective energy of our container expanded as we released and created such spaciousness to elevate one another.
A cacophony of animal sounds penetrated the space, the air, the universe as tremendous vocal sparks began to fly. I began to embody my piggy side, snorting and grunting, making contact with those souls on the other side of our container. As I began to make physical contact with others, I became deeply immersed in the experience, bouncing between worm and pig. I rolled my body over a larger, stronger form and was welcomed in my playful approach. I was enticed to connect with energetic bodies through noise and travelled to the far corners of our collective. I began to pound the ground in jubilation, urged on by the rhythm of the music and a playmate’s eager response to my heart’s pounding. Beats released through open palms, guided by forces unknown, submerged deep down into our collective unconscious. Our thumping emerged into playful grunting and awakening, which brought us together. We caressed and touched the other forms, sharing an intimate movement experience. We guided and followed, listened and responded to the energetic force created in the spaces between us. We stood, hands dancing, fingers moving, to end our extraordinary collaboration. Hands at heart centre.
Blown away by this dance of my heart’s inner calling, I took a bathroom break. I observed the scene before me as I removed my blindfold, took a sip of tea and then launched myself back into the collective dance unfolding. Before my very blindfolded eyes, I connected with a blob of bodies completely submerged in the experience of witnessing one another. We moved together, while simultaneously, holding, touching, caressing body parts, feeling textures and responding to noises, released, escaping our bodies, out into the ethers. My thinking brain came online by making a connection with the mystery bag of the Montessori classroom, where children were invited to feel objects in a bag and attempt to name the object without seeing them. It was as though I was trying to uncover who I was dancing with by making connections with the feel of their clothing, the texture of their skin and hair, and the way my body felt around them.
From here, we began to transition, settle, remove blindfolds and take care of our bodies. We formed a sharing circle to discuss any details about our experience. We laughed and our facilitator shared her astonishment at what we had created together. I shared about my mystery bag thought of using our stereognostic sense and everyone laughed. I relish in the delight of bringing a roomful of people to connect through laughter. Our flatulence poet Laurete, ended the evening by saying, she had one more thing to say, raising her arms and letting out an enormous fart. We all burst out in collective delight and belly laughs.
If my 40th birthday celebration is a testament to how I’ll spend the next decade, I cannot wait for the surprises, challenges, and opportunities for playful growth that awaits me. The feeling in my heart is one of a courageous warrior woman, ready to take on the later half of existence from a brave, sober space. Look out world here I come!
