The Ballad of Kira Lansing or Go Team!

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Lunasea is going at my cock with every ounce of suction that I'm aware of, which is considerable, especially for Lunasea.  This chick next to us in this tent is laughing like a goddamn hyena.  It was hot in a funny kinda way for the first fifteen minutes, but now I just want to gag her.
With that thought, I erupt like Houston itself set me on the launchpad, and I hear the first welcome sound in like half an hour other than Luna's response to my own oral administrations.  It's from the next tent, it's Kira.

"Well, ****** just came!  There are six of us out here in the desert, and we all laugh.  Well five of us laugh, that chick next to me hasn't stopped in an hour.  Who knows what she's laughing about.

Deep Creek Hotspring

Goddamn it.  I picked the wrong tent.  Still I laugh my ass off, it's hard to be disappointed when she's around.  But let me back up.  It wasn't this way from the beginning, though it didn't take long.

I'll skip the first time we met, that was actually the beginning of another story, and you've already read that.  Sufficed to say when I met her her ex was hoisting her up by her arms and it was me suppressing a laugh.  The whole scenario was comical, a Shibari class of novices.  Clumsiness was the theme.

The second time we met.  That was more meaningful.  Lunasea and I had been playing with people all across the SoCal scene, so when I actually reconnected with Kira imagine my surprise when I learned she lived 1.4 miles away.  I walked it that very day.

I wish I could bend this story into some hot Penthouse forum piece for you, but Luna wasn't with me, and Kira was a bit of a mess that day, all sniffles and bloodshot eyes.  So that first day we spent together with me rubbing her feet and waiting for our perspective other halves to get home.

That's the thing.  I don't think you'll ever know Kira the way that I do, that we do.  In that first day a friendship formed.  It grew from there, and believe me much sex was had and much love was shared, but I think that first day on the crossroads of such things we took the road less traveled by, and that made all the difference.  Okay now I'm just rambling.  The second time is the one you all want to hear about anyway, so let's get to it.

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The second time I really hung out with Kira Lansing was an orgy.  It was a birthday party for a friend of hers and I was blowing fire over the top of the pool when they showed up.  Luna and I were still pretty new to the Lifestyle back then.  We made alot of good friends that night but truth be told we were only there because of the people Kira introduced us to.  I was *so* goddamn nervous I actually went a little soft while Kira went down on me that night, overwhelmed by the crazy everything-happening-at-once of it all.

Our Camp @ Deep Creek

And maybe another girl would have made me feel small because of it. (no pun intended) but she didn't.  She laughed, she played, she loved on me and showed me around.  We... well, we had sex with alot of people that night.  We had sex with alot of people in general.  But what I remember was Kira and that first apprehensive recoil that she maneuvered with me effortlessly.  Again, one of those things that friends are made of, at least among us freaks.

And now here we all are in the desert with Andy and Tracie, in the middle of nowhere and I've never felt more at home.  A cross-pollination of swingers and hippies, and what do I hear from the hippy camp?  Moans, serenading us all to sleep.  Once again our little team wins out, we become a springboard for others.  My love, my Kira and me.  We wake up in the morning covered in snow, and we've all never been happier.  The snow doesn't last, it melts and we walk down to the hot-springs, a little oasis in this desert paradise.  We spend half the day in the most comfy naked puppy-pile.  Therein lies the secret to Kira and I's friendship.

Our Camp @ Deep Creek

We're kindred spirits, pranksters, instigators.  We're mischievous sprites.  There is a private joke to life that sometimes it seems like only the two of us get, even if we can't put it into words.  And we aim to bring everyone along for the ride.  It's why we do this.  Why we reach out to you over all these 1's and 0's.  We want to show you something, we want you to play with us.

We are the same, but in many ways it was her that really brought me here.  Oh, believe me the newness and the apprehension wore off.  It's been a long time since I felt overwhelmed at an orgy boyo, as the pictures dotting this entry will attest.  My little treat, and OUR little gift to all you horny souls.  Perhaps next time when I continue the Ballad of Kira I'll tell you all about it, but for now I just wanted to make love to her with words, because we're two thousand miles away from each other and not a day goes by that I don't feel every one of them.

But I hold on, to a puppy-pile in the desert sun, impossibly after a snow storm.

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I hold on, to three girls sliding across my naked skin, and each others, as a camera flashes seemingly a million miles away.

I hold on to her head in my lap, stroking her hair while she sniffles and sputters, best friends in a matter of hours.

And I write a love-song, a love-letter, a ballad to the amazingness that is one of my best friends in the world,

And the hottest gang-banging, cock-sucking, ass-munching, gymnast-position doing, sexy underwear wearing, cam-whoring angel that is Kira Lansing.

Be lucky, and watch her.

Be blessed and taste her.

And if by some miracle you ever know her like I do, one day we'll all be together, and you'll hear us shout, probably while you are under a half a dozen or so naked bodies-

"Go TEAM!" ;)

Note:  Kira Lansing will be appearing 11/18/2011 on the Dr Suzy Radio Show, you can follow her Twitter Account as well.