Happy Thanksgiving from the desert southwest!

I escaped the family yesterday for a few moments of quite on a desert hike.

Open Night

I did it. I wore the open-top dress to the party in Laurel Canyon. I fit right in with the slightly kinky crowd dressed in latex, leather, and lace in goth to raver styles.

My arousal was evident as my girls were hard, cherry tipped all evening, exposed between the deep black of their shelf and my newly straightened ginger hair.

As it became late, I was ready to be taken, ravished by my date outside on a small terrace overlooking the canyon. Being held, kissed, touched, I heard, a whisper in my ear, “Darlin’, I want to watch you with someone else – would you, please?”

I froze for a second, not sure of what I heard. “A threesome?” I said, finding my date’s eyes.

“No love, just watch, I know someone, here, now – would you?”

Fantasies of years, stories my friends had told me of such adventures, flooded into my mind. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was in my throat. I heard myself say, “Yes.”

My date turned and I saw, standing on the terrace with us, a young man with short blonde hair and the frame of an athlete. His black jeans and shirt fit the party, but he seemed awfully young.

What happened next was a thrilling, terrifying, magical, and shattering half-hour of my wildest fantasies. And it was, oddly, funny too. In the heat of it, the moment before he penetrated me, he popped a flavored condom into my mouth.

Finally, he held me, tight, and simply said, “I love you.” Then he said something softly to my date, before leaving the terrace, disappearing into the night.

Bright-eyed, flushed, and with an explosive grin, my date gushed, “Oh My God, Sparks!”

We ran into each other’s arms. And the rest of the night was just as incredible.