Adult Theme Story

I was recently at a swingers party. It was exciting. There was some drink, some mixtures of beer, but I wasn't drinking. Not yet. Lindsay had told me that she could drive home with alcohol in her system. So I was the be the one to do the driving, despite knowing that I didn't know directions that well. We figured, she could direct me.

We got to the party, and although it had been described as a Halloween party (which gave me a picture of a banquet hall), it was more like a room rented for a small speech to be given at a wedding ceremony. When we came in, it was an awkward first moment. I dived for the back so I could observe the others. Unfortunately, I found myself behind one of the pillars in the room, which was directly between myself and the other. I had directed Lindsay to the other chair, which was closer to the others. She had no problem seeing and talking with them.

I, wearing my Victorian vampire costume, at a swingers party... looked a tad odd. However, I held to the posture that was appropriate for the era of the costume. I wore white gloves, a heavy coat that was rather light, and a top hat. I held a cane that I had spray-painted black in preparation for this party.

As the party droned on, and the people we were with made it clear that we would be going with them, I allowed myself some drinking, since I had intended to do it anyway, but later that night, after I had gotten home. Through the evening I poured a mixture of drinks down my mouth, and most of them not all that pleasant. But the point was not pleasure. It was numbness.Numbness from our lives.

The girl we were going to party with, among all of these swingers, had a particularsadomasochisticbent, letting herself be held with little effort. To hold her want to touch her. It was almost a passion too easily given. Later that night, Lindsay would start to passionate with her,embracingthe most intimate parts of each of their being. But, as is a possible error with swinging with swingers, the man kept distracting her, and it was left to my numbness to pleasure her.

She was bountiful with beauty, and sacred to the touch; yet the pleasure was an irrelevancy to me. I have wondered upon that night much since. It remains a mystery.