Party Stories

The party was in full swing when I arrived, my breath quickening under the anonymity of the black satin mask. The atmosphere was electric, charged with desire and expectation. I needed this night, a night where I could forget about the broken pieces of my marriage scattered all around me. We had both fallen into despair, seeking solace in different corners of the world, away from each other. Tonight was our pact of silent...

As she returns from the loo, Savannah in hand, we know for a fact the black g-string she wore is no more. The smooth lines of her butt is perfectly traced by her short dress and the slightest bend of the knee will reveal her naked buttocks. Her legs are thin, so there is quite the thigh gap. In my mind, I wish someone would flash a bright light from behind, but that would be a shadow of what was about to follow. She sits...

This is my second marriage, but the absolute best it can be. We met when I was divorced for not too long, both single, both very horny, but we kept things at arm’s length. As the friendship developed, we soon realised that our appetite for sex is unquenchable. Back then we talked a lot about kinks and preferences and soon it became clear we both were interested in the swinging lifestyle, but mostly to find uncomplicated s...

C took me to a party a little while ago. We don’t often do that as we prefer more intimate spaces, closer interactions with our sex partners. But this was a special treat. Five couples and five singles sitting making small talk, making eyes, short laughs, silly asides – the normal get-to-know-you rituals that precede having sex with near strangers. One slim lass took my hand and held it to her sex. The impatience of youth...