A mask was compulsory but clothing wasn’t so felt at home straight away
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A mask was compulsory, but clothing was optional, so I felt at home straight away!
We finished off last week with a tease. And, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to continue the tease for a little longer. My tribe and I were sworn to secrecy, blindfolded and led underground to one of the largest single roomed cellars in Europe. Before you ask, yes, there was wine there too, but things got a lot better than just drinking good fine wine.
To get there, I drove around the back streets with the directions they had given me wishing I’d come in my small run-around jeep. My friend who got the tickets was coming with us, making five. She’d decided to be my house guest too over the weekend. Perhaps it was something to do with my three hunky male visitors? I never realized how much of a flirt she could be.
With everyone onboard, I decided I need to take my large Mercedes SUV, and although I was hearing sounds of worry coming from the backseat, Hugo rode shotgun and offered encouragement. A real military man through and through. I only reverted to reversing once, and that was only because a hundred-year-old man coming in the opposite direction on a bicycle wouldn’t move over. He looked at us as if we were space aliens. I suppose to him we probably were, and it was a look I am accustomed to living in France.
Even though we were still in France, it seemed like an age since we’d let my villa which is less than three miles from Monaco. My friend (who refuses to be named for social reasons – hold that thought for a minute) told us we would cross the border underground. Who’d have thought?
We were met at a gate by a young girl – who I was sure I recognized – and she drove my car away. She said there was no parking there. In fact, the last place I saw available was in my covered courtyard back at my villa. So, God knows where she was going to leave it? Thankfully, a tracking device had been fitted, but I started to wonder whether I should have had the device fitted to me? We were offered blindfolds and an escort who led us in.
Before I blindfolded myself, I took one last look around at my party posse. They were raring to go. My friend, who I’m going to call Bo for the rest of the story because for a woman in her forties she still holds the title of a perfect ten and naturally too. It’s not a rarity in this part of the world, but a quality that Bo carries with a sense of ease wherever she goes.
So, my friend Bo held my hand, acting as my personal escort. I felt quite honored.
We had to hand over our phones and personal items too, which is pretty much a standard arrangement at this type of party. Still blindfolded, we were led down one level via a long flight of stone steps, and then we were frisked.
I asked Bo to lead me back to the start of the short queue again, and she laughed in her husky tone which I find so sexy. Being led around blindfolded and naked except for a black cape, was horny as hell. My second body search was a little more personal and thorough than your standard airport frisk.
I’d recognized the scene and cologne of my groper the first time and wanted to be sure. This was all part of the fun of the evening, and it certainly kept me warm. I was only wearing a thin cloak, and my mystery security guard indulged me and gave me a second more in-depth rummage. Then I remembered those hands and liked the subtle flinch he made after the shock when he felt how wet I was. I had purposely stepped forward at just the right time.
Yes I know, I’m a slut.
After the frisking, we were taken down two more levels and given bracelets. Then we had to queue some more. Bo and I were both cold and soon shared body heat as we clung together. She smelt delicious.
We soon arrived. We were given party masks to wear now, and our eyes adjusted and took in the party scene. The sight awaiting us was worth the covert arrival.
The theme was set around one of the most popular television series to date. I was handed a dark pink colored bag of coins and at that time didn’t know whether I was being paid, paid for or given currency to spend. Whatever it meant was pure excitement.
I deliberately lost my friends for the first hour. I knew they would have too many questions and I had plenty of my own that I wanted to explore. The majority of party-goers chose complete nudity apart from their masks. I wanted to see if I could recognize anyone personally, famous or otherwise. Tattoos can identify a person, and one or two I saw were mainly covered up with body makeup, scars can be another giveaway.
I have two small round scars, one either side of my left shoulder from an incident five years earlier. Anyone that has seen me in a bikini or less would know me instantly at this party. So, I had two choices, shed my cloak or stay anonymously mysterious.
‘Hello Olivia,’ a voice I recognized said from behind me. I froze, and she walked around in front of me naked, her tattoos on display.
‘Holy f*ck,’ was all I could say. How in the world did this person know me? I was nobody. ‘It’s nice to meet you too,’ she replied in her distinct accent with a grin which was partly covered by her mask. How…how? I was starstruck and unable to speak, which was unusual for me.
How what? How did I know it was you? Yes, I said as timid as a mouse and hardly audible to my own ear, but she heard it. I made sure Bo got someone to hand you my money bag. She glanced down at my hands which were clasping the pink purse to my chest. I gulped.
I tried to date someone famous before but ended up looking like a love-sick teenager. I vowed never to do it again, but you know how things turn out. My ex became a famous singer, mostly this side of the Atlantic, and I got fed up with her pretty quick when she went into name-dropping mode. Celebrities are so self-involved, and there is no room for anyone else in their lives, not like Hugo and me. We talk about ourselves in conversation and I know just about all there is know about him, and he does about me too. You don’t get that with those who believe they are the most important person in the room. For the most part, I avoid famous people like the plague.
What do you want, I heard myself say, fnck did I just say that to her? I blushed. I could feel it, and I was suddenly aware of other people watching us. I heard you had a bit of a reputation, I like it. Bo says you like to have your own little parties and ones that would make this place look tame.
I clenched my teeth, squeezing my jaw tight, not wanting to say anything else which I might regret. My mind, on the other hand, had already reorganized my evening twice over as I weighed up my options. I looked around and saw someone else I knew, he tilted his head with a smile and raised his glass to me. Did I have a big sign on my back with my name on it?
You know I’ve met your ex, she talked about you a lot and told me all about you. She leans in real close, and her lips envelop my tiny ear. I know everything about you, she whispers.
I’m still staring down at her pink money bag, wondering what to do next. I don’t even know the purpose of the purse yet, but all I can imagine is her naked singing to me in my bedroom. Do I return her purse and if I do, what will it represent? The crowd around us is starting to grow, but then Hugo comes to my rescue – my hero.
There you are, my Princess, he says and hands me a glass of champagne. I take the glass and give her the purse back as Hugo steps between us and turns me away and towards the bar. I suddenly breath and my voice returned. Did you see who that was?
I did, and I also saw you freeze to the spot. Having heard all your stories of how you dislike such interactions, I thought you needed rescuing. He really did know me, and I was going to miss him desperately when he was gone. I glanced past him to where I had just been, and the crowd had closed in. But, I caught her watching me from behind her mask, she tipped her head in a small nod.
I love to mingle at parties and see where chances take me, but I was so glad to be back in the company of our small group, and as Bo joined us, I had to ask about the money bag. Had I made the right choice in handing it back like I did? Did we have one more house-guest tonight?
You will have to wait and find out I’m afraid, this is too hot not put in my confessions book, and I wouldn’t want to spoil the great content. You do know I want you to read it there first, right? I can promise you this, though, everyone on my VIP list will get the option to grab this book for free, but only for a limited time, of course.
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Now, it was half a lifetime ago since my first time, with boys and girls alike. The subject of losing a particular virtue has offered me many a good conversation among friends. All those girlfriends, my girlfriends, who have shared my bed have one common denominator, they have been with both men and women. I have spent my life not wanting to be on only one side of the fence, so have avoided women that are…well, lesbians. I have many fantasies about them, being carried off by them and devoured, forced to become their queen and way too many others, but to be honest, I am slightly scared of them too. No offense, I love all women.
I always come back to one question time and time again with my friends. If you are lesbian and have never been with a man, are you still innocent with your virtue intact? It’s certainly a question to ponder over, or perhaps answer. If you want to email me back with your views on the subject, from experiences or maybe just your opinions, I would love to hear from you.
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