Her name is Donna. She is 5'4, green eyes, silk, and mousy brown hair. She wears it almost to her shoulders, a sort of shag cut. She is in her late twenties. Breasts are full and wide apart. She is slightly petite with delicate features. She decided to attend the party, thrown by her friend from work and her husband, alone this evening. There had been a few people she dated over the years, but nothing special. She worked for a venue that hosted concerts and shows of a variety of artists. So, there were always new and exciting people to meet.
Her host this evening was her friend from work Sandra and her husband Jack. They are a nice couple, a little older than Donna. When she arrived, she made her way straight to the table full of wine. She needed a glass of strong red wine to settle the nerves in her stomach. She enjoyed meeting new people and having new experiences. And though she was always afraid of people finding out her secret, that she enjoyed being used physically and sexually by anyone, Donna went out alone fairly regularly. Everyone has their predilections, their special tastes, their kinks. Hers was free use, coupled with the enjoyment of the shame and humiliation of being what "some" would call a slut. Over the years she learned to enjoy many different ways of being used by both men and women. Donna did become aware that the excitement she got from humiliation and degradation was made even sweeter by allowing her partner or partners to hurt and abuse her. The thought of it even now made her heart race just a little and her smooth hairless slit moisten and thicken.
As she sipped her wine, she moved about the room saying hello, seeing who else was here, and casually bumping into and brushing against people she thought were attractive. This was a habit that she discovered herself doing as far back as high school. Just accidentally making physical contact. Through high school and college, she realized she enjoyed the thrill of brushing up against someone. And occasionally that someone would take advantage of it. Using the moment to brush back, using their hands to grope her. She found this reaction occurred a great deal at college parties and bars. At times she found herself being groped on a crowded train or at an outdoor concert. Donna would never try to stop the person or move away. She found it to be an especially effective way of being used at a crowded nightclub or bar. Many of those hookups made her feel especially nasty and slutty. Tonight, there were a few touches that lingered but nothing overt.
It took years for Donna to admit to herself that she dressed to be noticed and used. Tonight, she wore a pale pink blouse, not totally sheer. She left the top three buttons undone. She wore a burgundy wrap around skirt that she tied at the hip. It was about mid-thigh in length and flared a bit when she walked. It was long enough to cover the tops of her thigh high stockings. She enjoyed these and paired them with ankle strap 3-inch heels. She wore a very thin strappy black garter belt. Not wanting it to ruin the soft lines of the skirt. The only other thing she wore underneath her clothes were silver rings that twisted around each nipple causing them to stay hard and erect. They were extremely sensitive when the fabric of her blouse would glide across them or when she brushed up against someone in passing. She often wondered what other people would think if they knew how she prepared to come to their parties or to go to work for that matter.
