Midsummer Night's Sensual Romp, pt 2

It was a perfect evening. The sky was a cloudless blue and the temperature was under 75F. Outside on the bamboo-shaded deck, four tables were laden with food -- fruits, vegetables, cheeses, cold-cuts, desserts, fondue -- it was truly a feast. The main room was draped in fabrics from ceiling to floor. Mats and pillows were tossed about -- it looked like a modern harem awaiting use by its female occupants. The intimacy exercises were fun and effective. I particularly enjoyed the one where we fed each other bites of food and did some eye-gazing, connecting in heart and spirit without words. The opening ceremony involved a Puck and a Titania and excepts from A Midsummer Night's Dream, read aloud. The energy in the room was wonderful -- everyone was smiling and relaxed by the exercises and games we played. And then we got down to snuggling or dancing or eating or playing increasingly more risque games as the night wore on and the full moon rose overhead. The snuggling and other physical contact was good, the people were being authentic, and I had a great time.

In the interests of protecting the privacy of the participants, I will not say more.