Party with an extra fun ending  

myfingersmells1 42F
575 posts
12/8/2005 10:07 am

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Party with an extra fun ending


I think about the party in February that we hosted ‒ the Alter Ego Party. I was in a quandary about what my costume should be ‒ what is my alter ego? Do I have a part of me hidden that few actually see? I spoke with those that I thought knew me best - as I was in a quandary about my “alter ego.”
I got one suggestion that I go as a muse ‒ a fairy ‒ with white flowing garments on and flower wreath in my hair and glitter on my skin. This suggestion came from one that seems to know a part of me that is somewhat protected ‒ kept away from those I choose to hide my inner thoughts and feelings.

Anyway, I dressed in flowing white ‒ a loose blouse and skirt ‒ washed my hair and wore it down with a golden leaves woven into my hair ‒ a group of flowers bound around my arm and I carried flowers. I put glitter on my cheeks and was another woman. I was a nymph from the woods. Sexy and free! I surprised some that knew me, and found some very accepting of my persona. Little did I understand how enchanting I really could appear!

Our guests were in costume also.

I was attracted to one man ‒ in a black wig and wearing a small red pagna. I knew him, but had not known him. A blond belt notcher, counting countries he has been in, he is not cut - but, but very much a man!

As the evening progressed, many of our guests decided to enjoy carnal pleasures - sex was happening everywhere. The sounds of orgasm after orgasm were filling the air between music sets and the sounds of laughter from all the partiers. It became difficult to separate out the lusty laughter from the drunken pleasures, the cries from the screams, the joys from the ultimate pleasures! Clothes were getting more and more scarce as we were all caught up in the evening.

Many bottles of liquor, wine and beer later, I found myself in the kitchen to pull a glass of water, when that sexy man, (a friend of the one I really wanted to bed) came in, put his arms around me and kissed me. My glass almost fell from my hand. It was like a slow motion movie ‒ and I was nearly a spectator to my own seduction. I wondered if he also notched his belt for his conquests.

Those kisses became games ‒ in our minds and even small games of touch ‒ From feet to hands. From my hands to my breasts and my nipples and up my skirt. (I was smart enough to choose to be smooth and bare under my dress.) From up my skirt to our tongues and mouths all over each other's bodies!

It finally ended with my invitation to my bed. (The first fuck in this country and it was to be in my bed and at my invitation! Me, in control of a sexual situation! I have come a long way!) I had longed to feel my breasts touched by a man’s lips again, and knowing that his tongue was to be flicking across my nipples ‒ it was wonderful. If may have been the wine and rum, or perhaps all the shit I did that night, but I thought myself to be floating as my body was put to his caresses. I wanted to feel his skin, smell his sex, suck his juice and succumb to his powerful tool. I loved his tongue so lightly on my body and I responded with my mouth around him. I wanted him in every way, and got what I wanted, until he finally drifted off to sleep.

I wore him out. I wanted sex and got it. I wanted more sex than he, I feared and wondered if I was normal. I was not accustom to a one night stand and to fuck that first night together made me wonder if this is how I would feel whenever I just want another. I think he wanted to toss my skirt and got more than he bargained. That evening ended in the morning and I was satisfied with myself ‒ wanting it to continue, but willing to accept that one night was just that ‒ one night of fucking.

I left and went to a place far to the south and spent the next few days remembering poetry as the meter of that evening could be captured in great verse. I spent those few days speaking little, as I soaked in the memory of our fucking. I slipped naked from my bed each morning and washed in the sea in the mornings to continue the sensual pleasures I had enjoyed at the party. My skin enjoyed the water when unencumbered with clothing. I was still sexy and free. What a night! It changed my attitude!

rm_DickWilde 47M
3 posts
1/11/2006 1:58 am

I am very glad that you have a willingness to share, and the desire to tell the stories well.

mm6342 53M
199 posts
12/9/2005 5:57 pm

I think it is important , I can see it does come from the heart

myfingersmells1 42F
125 posts
12/9/2005 7:11 am

You are sweet!
Life stories can only be told in the voice of the story teller.
As this is my life, it is rewarding to know that the voice is important to those that read my words.

myfingersmells1 42F
125 posts
12/9/2005 7:09 am

I record life as it happens and then try to recreate the moods and experience.
This is real life in front of me.

sweethoneysouth 37F
280 posts
12/9/2005 3:47 am

very very sexy. i like the way it flows when i read it. the way that i feel as if i am there feeling your same sensations.

mm6342 53M
199 posts
12/8/2005 3:55 pm

May I suggest you put these happenings into a book . I enjoy your writings

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