As a freelance writer for various publications, I'm able to choose the topics I wish to write about. My interests are quite diverse and this is reflected in my body of work. Several years ago, while on vacation in San Francisco, I attended the annual Exotic/Erotic Ball. It was such an incredible experience that I submitted a lengthy POV piece to a local alternative rag. My article generated a staggering amount of reader mail and praise. So, when the EE Ball came to New York City, guess who was picked to cover the event? It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it!
The newspaper that commissioned me was kind enough to pay for two tickets to the Ball. Although I knew I would have more fun with my friend Laura, I invited my boyfriend instead. I had to. I didn't want to deal with the pouting afterwards. The Ball was a twenty-one and over event, so the sky was the limit for clothing (or lack thereof) choices. I wore a short black vinyl dress that flared at the hem. I should also mention that the vinyl stopped just below my breasts, like a waist-cincher corset. The top of my dress was fishnet which struggled to accommodate my firm, ample breasts. Black fishnet stockings and black patent-leather lace-up platform boots completed my ensemble. The coarse fishnet felt incredible as it rubbed against my bare pussy and clit ring. I knew this would be one hell of a night! I rimmed my light green eyes in heavy black pencil, and painted my full lips blood red. I looked like a wild blonde Amazon, or like an extra from "Sid & Nancy." My boyfriend Jimmy wore black leather pants, motorcycle boots and a black T-shirt that showcased his hard body and multiple tattoos. He looked so good to me, that I almost attacked him! We grabbed our jackets and made a quick exit. A minute longer and we wouldn't have gone anywhere.
One of the many benefits of living in New York City, and especially the eclectic West Village, is that no one cares how you look. No one paid any attention to us as we paraded down the street like some S & M version of Barbie and Ken. I love this city! We took the subway to Webster Hall where the EE Ball was being held. Being a Punk kind of chick, I've never been to this Trip-Hop emporium. This venue suited the Ball perfectly. There were four floors of decadent debauchery! Add six bars to that and it's no wonder the Ball was billed as "The Devil's Bachelor Party."
Upon entering the club, Jimmy and I were like two kids in a candy store! There was so much visual stimuli. We checked our coats and although my breasts were quite visible under the thin layer of fishnet, I was one of the more conservatively dressed! There were people in costumes, in lingerie, in liquid latex, and in nothing at all. Several creative people wore body paint as clothing, including the sexiest Statue of Liberty I've ever seen! There were beautiful naked men and women serving as their Master's and Mistresses' human lap dogs for the evening. All they wore were studded collars and leashes. We saw an X-rated version of Batman & Robin, Leatherface from "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," Catwoman, naughty nurses and schoolgirls, mermaids, vampires and the original KISS lineup! It was as if Caligula and Rocky Horror took place at the estate of the Marquis de Sade.
We made our way through the mindfuck crowd and ordered two double shots of Jack D. at the bar. We needed some liquid courage so we could navigate through the fetish rooms. As I was knocking back my shot, I noticed this amazing creature staring at me. She had long black hair and blue eyes, a combination that destroys me. She was with a sweet redhead, but seemed more interested in me. They were playing with some kind of glowing wand. She came over and introduced herself.
"Hey, gorgeous. I'm Darien. What's your name?"
"Hi, Darien. I'm Michelle and this is my boyfriend Jimmy."
"Nice to meet you...Michelle."
I ignored her slight because I was curious about the toy in her possession.
"Hey, what is that thing?" I motioned to the glowing wand she was holding.
"It's called a 'Magic Wand.' It emits adjustable electrical currents when it comes in contact with one's flesh. Would you like a demonstration?"
"Really? Sure, that would be awesome!"
I could see Jimmy tense up out of the corner of my eye, but I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was merely doing 'research' for my article. Yeah, that's it. Darien moved closer and touched the electromagnetic orb to my arm, to give me an idea of the sensation. It felt crackly and a bit warm against my flesh. I asked her to up the dose, I'm very into testing my boundaries and tolerance levels. She switched the knob to the mid point and gently caressed my shoulders and breasts. When the wand touched my protruding, rock-hard nipples, it created a very wet reaction from my pussy. I again asked her to up the dose. She turned the knob to max and continued to electrify my skin. Then, in front of everyone, she moved the wand under my skirt and up my thighs. It felt incredible. Darien got down on her knees and teased my pussy with the wand. When the electric current danced repeatedly over my clit, I felt my thighs shake. Darien and her toy made me cum so hard, I just exploded in orgasm. Much to the delight of the appreciative crowd, who welcomed my small earthquake with a round of applause. Darien looked into my eyes and smiled. She disappeared into the crowd without saying another word. 'Magic' wand indeed.
Jimmy was pissed. He told me I was acting like a whore. Meanwhile, there was a woman getting fucked doggy-style by another woman wearing a strap-on to the right of me, and a guy eating his girlfriend out to the left of me. What was so wrong with what I did? I was going home with him, I wasn't going to have sex with strangers. Darien's hands barely touched me, I was just having a good time. His jealousy and possessiveness were the reasons I didn't want him to attend the Ball in the first place. I tried to give him my 'research' explanation, but considering the way he stomped off, I doubt he bought it. I was left to my own devices. I ordered another double shot of whiskey, and enjoyed the view of the gyrating exotic dancers onstage.
