The party was large. A select group of select kinky people. A sex party. An orgy. A no holds barred kink fest. About 60 of us. I won’t dive into the details as it would take paragraphs. They are real, they are still active and the only reason I would ever think about moving back to that city.
Stacy and I were dressed to the 9’s for it, the annual charity party. I in a rented tux with a black domino. Her in something that barely deserved the title little black dress. Her lovely large breasts ready to pop out of it and the skirt so low that no one had to ask “is she wearing panties?” The answer, as almost always, was no. Her high heels made her legs and ass look lovely and the only with the black matching domino and wicked smile, it wasn’t hard to see why she still holds a special place in my heart.