Note- This fictional story has no bearing on any real life events or persons.
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In this world of change and constant upheaval, how can one ensure that sex keeps its special spice? The answer, despite the fact that it had been an unlucky side effect of the pandemic, was abstaining from intercourse for a few weeks. During this time one constantly fantasies about sex, how to have it, who with and where. Even with however many partners. This is what Emma Watson experienced in her own life. There's always a difference between what people claim they get up to and what they ACTUALLY get up to. How much of it is talk? Emma chose to write about the latter. A fictional account combined with a real life, liberally minded, sex party, she had once attended years back.
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'The Sex Party'
Since being set up to run London-based sex parties back in 2005, 'Killing Kittens' now has 100,000 online members. If you haven't heard of it, it calls its events the world's most "exclusive, decadent and hedonistic."
Sign up to be a member and you will be vetted before being asked to create a profile on the site. No perverts or weirdos on this exclusive organisation. Emma signed up in her real name once she had been assured of total anonymity, and inside of a week, she attended her first 'Mansion Party.' And in her next submission to her new forum on CLIMAX2022 she described in great detail what went down.
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The party was in a plush private townhouse in Cricklewood West London, not too far from Hampstead Heath. It was a bitterly cold evening on a Saturday when Emma found the place. A bay-fronted property, painted magnolia, with security cameras either side of the front entrance. The slightly nervous twenty-six year old arrived at nine in one of her sexiest, off the shoulder, Calvin Klein dresses. It had been three months, two days and five hours since she had split up with her last steady boyfriend, but who was counting? She had lost her virginity at the relatively late age of nineteen, but once the genie had been let out of the bottle, there had been no turning back. Emma loved sex. Everything about it. The romance, the foreplay, oral, intercourse, sex as couples and in threesomes. She had even dallied with other women in the bedroom and had surprised herself by enjoying the sapphic experience thoroughly. Having NO sex at all was the pits. She watched online porn as a release of her pent up frustrations, but yearned for the physical contact of love making.
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There was an area downstairs where you could drink and chat before the more physical side of proceedings. As each guest entered, they were handed a masquerade party mask, Emma being given one of a cute small fox in black lace with silk straps. It perfectly complemented her braided up do hairstyle which also showed off her elegant neck and majestic jawline.
"Have a good evening," said the masked waiter as he handed Emma a chilled martini.
"Thank you."
With a smile she strode inside, her hips moving in a seductive walk and the heels of her four inch high stilettos click clacking on the hardwood floor. Her mid thigh length dress rustled around her subtle curves as she wondered what was in store for her.
When Emma first walked into the sprawling main room, she joined maybe fifty other masked partygoers. There were lots of girls standing around chatting, drinking, and wearing cocktail dresses. Emma was reminded of her schooldays as all the men remained detached and aloof on the other side of the well lit room from the ladies. But, all in all, it had a very relaxed and flirty vibe. There was music playing, a lively atmosphere, and gaiety. It was liberating to meet other people who felt the same way as she did when it came to sex. She met a nice couple in their thirties who told her that they had found their sex life had become stale and boring. One young woman was interested in having a threesome she was told. Something which her ex had frowned upon apparently. Another stunningly attractive blonde told her that she was simply a nymphomaniac and loved group sex. After an hour the lights were dimmed and the mood became more of a whirl of excitement.
"At last," quipped a horny brunette who dug Emma playfully in the ribs. "I'm gagging for a shag, aren't you?"
Emma smiled back politely as the guests made a surge of bodies that moved en masse to the main doors that had been opened. These, Emma had been informed, led upstairs to the 'playrooms' of which there were several. More attendants stood dutifully in masks with silver salvers of condoms, which were snatched up eagerly by the male attendance. She felt an mix of excitement, nervousness, and arousal as everybody began to shed their clothing and mingle in the nude. A female attendant scooped up the discarded dresses and such and arranged them on hangers along one wall.
"Please?"
Emma nodded at her and allowed her dress to slip low on her shoulders. She pulled it down, bringing her arms through the straps, then dropped it to the floor. She then gave it a dainty kick off and picked it up. Once her dress had left her lithe frame, she stepped out of her skimpy underwear. She decided to keep her shoes on which nicely showed off her well shaped calves.
"Very professional," she thought as she teetered on her heels and looked around.
Emma saw that there were some seating areas, and open doors that promised entrance to the 'play areas.' There was a massive mirror leaning against the wall and a row of single beds. To begin with, Emma had gone for the experience with no expectations, but what happened next was way beyond her wildest imagination. She peered inside one of the exclusive rooms and saw a large king sized bed inside. Alongside the bed were a few sex toys and lots of tubes of lubrication. There were already two beautiful girls in masks on the bed who were showering one lucky fellow with passionate kisses. His cock stuck up proudly as he got turned on by the lavish attention.
"Heavens!"
She tried another room. This one was most luxurious with plush carpeting, a four-poster bed complete with silken curtains which served to obscure its bedfellows from view. The sound of giggling and panting came from within, causing Emma's imagination to run wild. Looking back into the main room, she saw men and women coupled up with one another, and some in groups. The men were all erect and Emma noted all shapes and sizes of dick. Women laughed as their breasts were revealed and groped and licked and sucked. It was, plain and simply, an orgy.
"Bloody hell!"
Naked and masked males were soon bouncing up and down and pounding their cocks into their chosen lovers. Emma appeared to be the only one who wasn't sexually active, although her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, and her nipples stood up erect and rosy. She cupped her neatly trimmed pubic mound and found it moist and hot to the touch. One masked man watched her from a distance. A tall, manly form, standing just a shade over six feet. He had long, wavy, brown hair that flows around his face, which was concealed behind a Venetian masquerade mask. Emma thought she saw a hint of perfect white teeth as he smiled directly at her across the room. But as he spread his hands and approached her, it was his smooth skinned, half erection that caught her eye.
"May we share a bed?" He asked, rather than demanded.
He stood quietly, with his arms folded over his chest, and his cock nodding at her in the dim lights. Emma felt legs weaken at the knees as she took his hand in hers. This would be a good start.
"Emma. Er, my name is Emma."
