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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My next assignment: step into the shoes of a swinger. Not a terribly difficult one. But I'm still anxious despite my previous experiences concerning sex parties. It's because tonight's setting is totally different. The location is at a couple's home. Very personal. Super intimate.
All my fears are put aside when the host and hostess greet me. I'm led to the kitchen where they say, "Take whatever you like. Gin tonic, pornstar martini, whiskey, anything you fancy." The hostess gives me a wink before they leave me. I quickly down two rum and cokes. My lips are tingling. There are butterflies in my stomach. Ever since I've started down this niche branch of journalism there's a prudent yet unquenchable thirst for pleasure simmering inside me. I'm yearning for the party to kick in.
I look around the modern kitchen with high-tech appliances and whisper to myself, "It's lovely in here." What would I do if I had too much money? Also host sex parties or something else?
"Wait until you see the upstairs," says a man that had snuck unnoticed into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a bottle of champagne. "Roof terrace with an excellent view of the city. First class. And a jacuzzi. I've turned it on almost an hour ago. Should be at a reasonable temperature by now. You are?"
"Anabelle," I respond.
"Hi Anabelle, lovely name," he says. "I'm Miles, nice to meet you. Will I see you on the roof shortly?" He smiles and exits without waiting for an answer.
My eyes follow him. That was an interesting man. I feel a strange sensation coursing through my veins.
I leave the kitchen and settle on a couch in a room adjacent the dining hall. The couple sitting next to me continues kissing without pause. The invitation to the roof echoes through my mind. When I stand up again, I feel already a little bit tipsy. As I reach the stairs and grab the railing firmly, I glance back and see that the couple has found a new partner each to part lips and share tongue with.
A man rounds the corner and almost bumps into me. It's Miles. With another bottle of champagne. He asks if I was going up or down. I want to say to him I'm willing to go down but instead I just say I was going up. He goes before me. We walk through a beautiful bedroom, with an en suite and an immense glass sliding window up to the roof terrace. It offers a nice view of the surrounding city.
"Nice view, right?" Miles states. He walks to the jacuzzi and dips a hand in the water, a satisfied look on his face. He smiles at me and I feel the butterflies in my stomach buffeting up a whirlwind. "You can undress in the en suite if you like. There's towels there too. I'll be waiting here," he says and pulls his shirt over his head. I turn around before he drops his trousers.
"Eyes closed," I say when I return with a towel around my torso. I drop it but Miles keeps his eyes on me. They scan up and down my body, a twinkle in his eye. He takes in my naked breasts, the imprint of my already wet pussy in my thong. Such a rogue, going against my wish. I lower myself in the hot water.
The foam covers my breasts as I sit down. Mmmh, this feels nice.
Miles lifts up foam with both his hands and blows it all towards me. I tease him back in the same way. Then I ask him if he comes here often.
"Sometimes," he says, "even if it's just for the view. But tonight it's exceptionally gorgeous." He has a naughty look and scoots a little closer. What a charmer.
I feel his legs touch mine. I read from his eyes and breath that he's aroused. So I lower, slowly, my hand under water on his upper leg. Is he wearing something? I slide up. Oh, whoa, that's a hard no. He's up and ready. Carefully I wrap my fingers around his shaft and move it up and down. He moans.
