London is sexy

London! London is mysterious. London is dark. London is moody. London is sexy.

London is just the place to explore our dark, deep erotic desires.

Fetish. Kink. BDSM. Swingers. Men. Women. Upscale. Dirty. Everything is on offer, if you know where to look.

A chilly October night, the rain just stopped so the air smells fresh and the night sky is so clear you can see the stars. I’m dressed to impress, wearing my nicest stockings and suspenders, sexy bra, high heels and a nice knee length slip dress over the lingerie ensemble. Only a taxi would do to get me where I’m going. I slip some condoms into my purse and apply dark red lipstick before tousling my hair and stepping out into the night.

The party takes place in a mansion in central London, and the crowd is carefully selected to include only the young and beautiful creatures of the night. Only women and couples are allowed to partake. Sexy dress encouraged, lingerie mandatory at midnight. There will be masks given out at the entrance, and complimentary champagne. The night is fully of possibilities. I can feel myself getting excited in anticipation.

But first, drinks. To calm the nerves, and to meet the other couple we are taking to the party. We meet at my date’s private club in West End, the boys dressed up in fancy jeans and jackets, the girls in dresses. We have a couple of drinks there and talk about ourselves, our experiences, our thoughts on this type of parties. I haven’t been to this one before, but I know that this is considered the best in London. It’s not advertised anywhere, only word of mouth, only people who know get the invitations.

We arrive at the venue shortly before midnight. Right away our coats are taken away to a cloakroom upstairs, and we’re given masks. We grab a glass of champagne and mingle with the beautiful crowd in the lounge downstairs, some people I recognize, some friends, others complete strangers but we exchange sexy glances, smiles, introductions and kisses.

At midnight, we are told to change into our boudoir attire. I slip out of my dress and wander back down among the gorgeous women wearing sexy lingerie ensembles of their own, to find the men have either stripped down to their underwear or slipped into a robe for comfort. He takes my hand and we make our way upstairs, followed by the other couples, to the bedrooms where the action has already started.

There are two rooms. One is a bit restrained, just some couples on the bed, women touching, kissing and caressing each other softly while the men look on. The second room, oh my! First, the smell. The smell of sweat and sex, it’s very hot in there as well. Once my eyes adjust to the dim lights I can make out beautiful bodies on the big bed, on the edge of the bed, on the floor. Women’s breasts, their legs, stockings and lace mingled everywhere on the bed, on top of each other, touching, kissing, licking, moaning. A few men standing around as well, mostly watching, some participating. The moans and the smell of sex fill the room.

I kiss the girl of the other couple and take her to the bed. She is shy at first, but I can see she is enjoying this tremendously, she is soaking wet when I reach between her legs. I kiss her lips again and kiss down her body, her small breasts with their sensitive nipples, her stomach, caress her legs and go down on her. She starts moaning in ecstasy. I don’t notice that both men come closer as well, so while I’m licking her she’s sucking off first one, then the other, taking turns, going back and forth. I can feel hands on my back, my hair, they’re men’s hands but I cannot tell them apart.

Eventually we all find some space on the bed and engage in more play. I suck her guy while he touches me all over, she is over there with my date, absorbed in their play as well. We stay apart for a bit and come together again, she’s lying down, I sit on her face and let her lick me while her guy starts fucking her gently, softly at first but going harder and harder. My date goes behind me and slides into me, right over her face. I kiss her man and can feel hands on me again, on my back, my stomach, my breasts, not just the men’s hands but others join in, soft touches of women next to us, some harder hands of the other men around. I get lost in the pleasure, I can feel this sea of hands washing over me, the waves reaching higher and higher into my head until I tense up and explode in a delicious orgasm, adding my own scent and heat to the already tense atmosphere in the room. The men both come shortly after and stumble off the bed, while I fall onto my back right there on the same spot, I can still feel the hands but their caresses are softer now, somewhat muted, as I retreat inside my head.

When I come to it, the party’s over, I find my clothes and manage a quick cigarette on the balcony with another glass of champagne. I see my date talking to some girl in one corner, the couple we came with come up to me and say their goodbyes, I exchange some pleasantries with other acquaintances but I am still in a bit of a daze so I make my way out, back into a waiting taxi, back into the night across town and back home, where I can happily fall asleep in the comfort of my own bed. Thank you, London, for another fantastic night.