Hi, my name is Anabelle Joy. I'm a journalist reporting on anything and everything to do with intimacy and pleasure. Please enjoy the stories about my ventures into the world of temptation and sex parties.
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Tonight it's just the two of us. Cece and I. We're going to an erotic dance party in a renovated castle. It's an exclusive event and I've chosen Cece as my plus one. She's my BFWSB. Best Friend With Sometimes Benefits. Cece is the perfect plus one for this.
The taxi honks in front of my house. "Hey," I greet Cece as I get in, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"You look gorgeous," she says. "You should wear that more often. That dress is breath-taking."
The theme for the evening is Roaring Twenties, referring to the period of economic prosperity with a distinctive cultural edge in the United States and Europe. I expect exuberance, luxury, pretty costumes, and many gentlemen fighting to take me home tonight.
The 'flapper' dress I'm wearing, embodies the spirit of freedom and rebellion. It's a sleeveless, knee-length shift dress with a straight silhouette, perfect for dancing the Charleston. The bodice is loose, downplaying the waist, and the neckline is excessively low, the deep V-shape accentuating the curves that make up my propped-up bosom. The fabric shimmers and is adorned with sequins, beads, and fringes that sway with every movement. The colour is a saturated emerald green.
For a bold, avant-garde look, Cece went with a metallic top and short skirt, signifying the daring fashion trends of the Roaring Twenties by adding a futuristic twist. The bodice is made from shimmering silver fabric with a sleek, smooth finish. It sports a similar, sharp V around the neckline. The skirt, significantly shorter than traditional dresses, barely reaches halfway Cece's thighs, accentuating her toned legs. Made from a lighter, more flexible satin, it creates an overall balance between structure and fluidity. My Latina friend looks spectacular.
"Ready," I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," she says, weighing her bosom with a hand under each breast and making a duck face. The cleavage created by her perfectly rounded tits will surely draw the attention of many a man, or woman, tonight. It already does mine.
The taxi approaches the destination. I see the castle through the window. A majestic historical building in the middle of the woods. This secluded yet elevated location is perfect for tonight's event.
We walk across a red carpet on a broad stairway leading up to the entrance. Next to the impressive gate stands a man in a tailor-made suit.
"Opulence," I speak the password. He nods and opens the gate for us. We leave our phones with him. No phones inside the castle is one of the rules this evening.
The elongated hallway, stately and wonderfully decorated with golden details and huge, colourful feathers, leads to an enormous room. Music is playing and there are already quite some guests present, some more fashionably dressed than others. On the stage scarcely clad dancers are moving sensually to the sound and rhythm. Slowly, our bodies stir and want to join in with the funky and sexy music.
I make notes in my notebook. I know now is the time because later on I won't be focused on the journalist part of being here. I'll be sailing on my own sensory journey. Hopefully together with Cece.
We watch and are observed in return while we make our way through the room. There's a medieval cage off to the side in which a dancing duo are chained around their necks. Okay, kinky... The woman is on hands and knees, shaking her butt to the beat, while the man is making provocative movements around her.
Behind this room is a large dining hall. Projected on the walls are erotic paintings. In the corner stands an oyster bar managed by two sexy oyster-girls. There are no customers at the moment so they are caressing and kissing each other. In the middle are long tables filled with food. Bowls full of exotic fruit, plates with French cheeses and Belgian chocolate. There's even a chocolate fountain.
I take a strawberry, dip it in the liquid aphrodisiac, and offer it to Cece. While she stares intently at me, she licks the dripping chocolate with the tip of her tongue before she takes the juicy strawberry between her lips. She swallows and I press my lips against her chocolatey ones. Sweet, soft strawberry lips...
