I posted this in r/SluttyConfessions, let me know if this also fits here or not. I’m sharing this story as part of an ongoing self-project to completely free myself from sexual self consciousness. The title also doubles as a TL;DR.
I attended a Halloween get together last year that was held by a local BDSM group. People attended in various states of costuming & undress, with some in fursuits, others dressed as their favorite cartoon characters, and others, still, in micro shorts and nipple pasties that left them shivering as they entered and exited the building.
I came alone and in a simple black blouse and leggings, having seen the event on Fetlife but having no one to go with. I sat at a small table away from the clusters of people who already knew each other, smiling as best as I could at any curious onlookers.
The guy in question was tall, black like me, with tied-back dreadlocks and a skull-shaped mask. He passed by my table a couple times, making small talk here and there with the groups near me. Even behind the mask, I noticed the way his eyes would settle on my face. I held his gaze and smiled. He came over to me, took off his mask, and we began to talk.