Justine Joli
“Could you please snap in the clit attachment?” The 23-year-old birthday girl, who had brought five of her single female friends, hopped onto the Sybian machine and rode it like it was a stallion. But it wasn’t—it was a black metal machine that revs like a motorcycle engine, with lots of action traction. Every gal wants a high-end vibrator, and the Sybian retails for $1,400. Although pricey, it’s transformed women from non- to multi- and even poly-orgasmic. And the birthday girl was certainly having fun during her riding lesson.
It’s September and the nip of fall was in the air, that bustle of getting ready for back to school. What better time to return to classroom pursuits and attend The School of Sex’s weekly party, called “Behind Closed Doors” and take a few refresher courses. In the ladies room, a busty brunette dressed in a tight black body suit, was adjusting her considerable charms, looking in the mirror. “Does this look cheap?” she asked. “I’m in the lingerie contest.” This was her second time at the event and she’d arrived alone both times. “I was scared, but now I love it!” she purred.
When I arrived Friday night at the non-descript midtown office building, the door opened onto an airy 2,000 square foot loft with views of the city and about two dozen couples and more than a dozen “unicorns,” single women, all of them exhibitionists, voyeurs, swingers, hedonists and the merely curious, wearing clothes, though that would change later. Jasmine and Rocco, the hosts, welcomed me. “We’re not here to make money. We do this because we love it,” Jasmine said. The party is BYOB and costs $120 per couple and $20 for a single female, a helluva lot cheaper than the other sex parties in town, which can run up to $500 a pop. Despite the modest price, there wasn’t a troll in sight.
Au contraire. Penthouse Pet Justine Joli was standing by the bar. What a knockout! A lesbian porn star, the tall redhead poured me a drink and gave me her card with a meaningful smile. Or was I imagining things? She’d conducted the Swing School session earlier where she taught the partygoers how not to get jealous while watching their partnera bang someone else and how to get things cooking with complete strangers, among other tricky skills.
Things were a little slow getting started until the lingerie contest at midnight, when there was a little kissy-poo show by Adriana and Kylie, two models wearing skimpy black leather swatches held together by chains. As the crowd heated up, aided by their alcoholic libations, duos, trios, and a few more started to assemble on a few of the beds and lounges in the back of the room. There was some heavy-duty action on the erotic swing. Although I only heard about it later, Justine Joli took her date onto the dance floor. Instead of doing the Lambada, she got on top and went for a nice bumpy ride.
It’s September and the nip of fall was in the air, that bustle of getting ready for back to school. What better time to return to classroom pursuits and attend The School of Sex’s weekly party, called “Behind Closed Doors” and take a few refresher courses. In the ladies room, a busty brunette dressed in a tight black body suit, was adjusting her considerable charms, looking in the mirror. “Does this look cheap?” she asked. “I’m in the lingerie contest.” This was her second time at the event and she’d arrived alone both times. “I was scared, but now I love it!” she purred.
When I arrived Friday night at the non-descript midtown office building, the door opened onto an airy 2,000 square foot loft with views of the city and about two dozen couples and more than a dozen “unicorns,” single women, all of them exhibitionists, voyeurs, swingers, hedonists and the merely curious, wearing clothes, though that would change later. Jasmine and Rocco, the hosts, welcomed me. “We’re not here to make money. We do this because we love it,” Jasmine said. The party is BYOB and costs $120 per couple and $20 for a single female, a helluva lot cheaper than the other sex parties in town, which can run up to $500 a pop. Despite the modest price, there wasn’t a troll in sight.
Au contraire. Penthouse Pet Justine Joli was standing by the bar. What a knockout! A lesbian porn star, the tall redhead poured me a drink and gave me her card with a meaningful smile. Or was I imagining things? She’d conducted the Swing School session earlier where she taught the partygoers how not to get jealous while watching their partnera bang someone else and how to get things cooking with complete strangers, among other tricky skills.
Things were a little slow getting started until the lingerie contest at midnight, when there was a little kissy-poo show by Adriana and Kylie, two models wearing skimpy black leather swatches held together by chains. As the crowd heated up, aided by their alcoholic libations, duos, trios, and a few more started to assemble on a few of the beds and lounges in the back of the room. There was some heavy-duty action on the erotic swing. Although I only heard about it later, Justine Joli took her date onto the dance floor. Instead of doing the Lambada, she got on top and went for a nice bumpy ride.
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