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over a year ago
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I came up the stair this evening in the pitch dark and had a brainwave.
A party. Standard enough. No limit on persons but a good mix of M, F and couples. A bit of socialising to begin with, whoever’s hosting like a networking event. Food, drinks icebreakers etc etc
Then suddenly.. all the lights are switched off. There’s a few screams from the girls and whooping from the crowd. That’s the signal to start using your other senses.
People start to feel around.. touch, taste, chat, listen.. FEEL around!
I just think the naughtiness would take hold from there, all in the pitch black.
What does everyone think? |
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"I came up the stair this evening in the pitch dark and had a brainwave.
A party. Standard enough. No limit on persons but a good mix of M, F and couples. A bit of socialising to begin with, whoever’s hosting like a networking event. Food, drinks icebreakers etc etc
Then suddenly.. all the lights are switched off. There’s a few screams from the girls and whooping from the crowd. That’s the signal to start using your other senses.
People start to feel around.. touch, taste, chat, listen.. FEEL around!
I just think the naughtiness would take hold from there, all in the pitch black.
What does everyone think? "
I'd be intrigued...as long as everybody was of the attitude that we are all consenting adults and know full well somebody is most probably gonna be groping them if not more. |
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Great idea for a story too...
I felt my drink in my hand and Tony's hand on my waist.
The lights had gone out and that was the cue. A few people had whooped. A few had even clapped.
Any minute now there would be hands roaming everywhere; touching, feeling, groping and exploring.
I don't know if our host had put thick curtains up on purpose but you really couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I put my glass down on the table beside me but apart from that table and Tony, my husband, I had to learn who and what was around me, just by touch.
My hearing was the first to kick in.
On the other side of the room I heard a vase wobble and giggling as someone rescued it from falling and apologised for nearly breaking it.
A strange hand brushed against my hip. The sensation was amazing. Scary but very erotic.
Tony leaned in and squeezed my waist and asked if I was okay and I whispered yes, so as not to make it too easy for the people around us.
I felt like prey. I wanted to find a space to get my bearings but nowhere was safe. There were people in every room of the house. They had all been invited after they had replied to a post on one of the Fabswingers forums and here we all were in Clapham, guests at a feel-as-you-go party.
No one knew when the lights would be switched off but here we were in the dark.
A stranger's hand found the other side of my waist and was cupping my arse before I knew it. My dress was pulled up at the back and a thick finger buried itself between my arse cheeks, searching for my pussy.
Shifting on my stilletos, I allowed him in and arched slightly to make sure he had plenty of access.
"Someone's got a finger in my pussy, love..." I whispered to Tony whose hand was still on my waist on the other side.
"I bet your pussy's nice and wet now... I expect his cock will be next..." Tony replied.
"Or maybe, two fingers?" I said.
"How about three?" the stranger replied suddenly, his voice low and masculine as one finger was replaced with three. I yelped with surprise and pleasure, nearly losing my balance, reaching out to steady myself only to grab a different stranger by the shirt, one hand on his shoulder and another across his shirt buttons.
Worth continuing? |
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"Great idea for a story too...
"I bet your pussy's nice and wet now... I expect his cock will be next..." Tony replied.
"Or maybe, two fingers?" I said.
"How about three?" the stranger replied suddenly, his voice low and masculine as one finger was replaced with three. I yelped with surprise and pleasure, nearly losing my balance, reaching out to steady myself only to grab a different stranger by the shirt, one hand on his shoulder and another across his shirt buttons.
Worth continuing?"
Yes most definitely  |
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