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The Party: Part I

I primped myself while looking in the mirror.



What on earth was I doing?

I had never been to a party like this before. Who was going to be there? Would I know anyone? Do people normally go by themselves to these things?

Fixing my wig and adjusting my form fitting black dress, I smiled in the mirror. I felt slightly overdressed with the ideas of men and women in grandiose outfits and maybe masks even. Either way, I looked tempting.

Black dress.

Exposed cleavage.

My favorite necklace.

Red bow in my hair.

Red Fuck Me pumps.

No panties.

Even if I went to just watch, my outfit would ensure I was noticed and desired.



The drive was a familiar one seeing as I had made this same drive for the first time the night before. Yesterday was a test for myself to really see if I was as bold and free as I claimed. A clothing-optional party with a group of strangers was a leap for me even though months prior, I went to a topless tea party with only women.

The ‘naked’ party was pleasant.

I felt so beautiful and youthful and free.

Peens and puss were flying free and titties were plentiful.

After the initial shock of seeing so much skin, you learn that there is some freedom in being naked.When your goodies are just out there and the other person’s goodies are just out there, you find that you don’t need to stare. Oh but you definitely couldn’t help but appreciate all the beautiful bodies in the room.


My head was nice and big coming out of that party. I was so sad when it was time to go. Great conversation. Burlesque dancers. Booze. Snacks. Naked bodies. What more could I have asked for that night?

So are you coming tomorrow?

Will I see you tomorrow?

Please tell me you’ll be here tomorrow!

Tomorrow? What was tomorrow?! I needed to find out and I needed to be there. The whispers continued and I finally found the hostess. She advised me to send her an email and she would add me to the guest list. I whipped out my iPhone right then and there and sent her an email.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything!” I slurred, slightly tipsy…and horny.


“Are you here for the party?” A handsomely beard man asked with a drink in his hand.

“Yes…yes I am, sugar.” My inner Lioness roared. I didn’t know if it was the outfit or the cheap booze I drank before heading over that gave me this crazy confidence. I gracefully placed my hand in his as helped me out of my silver SUV. I could hear him inhale sharply. My head was starting to inflate. The ice made it tough to get my hip switch down but he made sure I made it safely to the front door.


“Have fun in there. Let me know if ANYONE gives you trouble.”

“I hope we get to play today.” I winked and walked through the glass double doors.

It was like stepping into a dream. I had been here the night before but tonight had a different taste to it. As soon as you enter, there were two coat closets. I figured that is where we disrobe or switch into our fetish gear. The house was the perfect temperature compared to the bitter, biting cold outside. Slipping off my winter coat, I watched as unfamiliar faces walked around with drinks and small plates in their hands. Some were in suits, some in dresses, some in jeans and t-shirts, some were in fetish gear, and some were…naked. I swallowed spit as I looked for a place to put my coat. Was I really going to do this? Do women normally come to these things alone? How will this night end?

“Oh hey Lye! I’m so glad you could make it!” Said a beautiful dark haired woman in a see-through fishnet body suit. Her middle aged body was glorious. I smiled and complimented her outfit. Finally. A familiar face.

“Well make yourself at home. Hope you didn’t have any trouble with the roads. I’m glad the it warmed up just enough for us to clear some parts.” I giggled and said something witty, I’m sure. My senses were still shocked at having drummed up enough  courage to go to an orgy.


By Lye N. Ess


(You can find Part II here)


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