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It was a cold winter’s night when I received an unexpected invitation to my friend Jack’s annual holiday party. Being a bit of a social butterfly, I eagerly accepted. Little did I know, this party would be one for the books.
I arrived fashionably late, donning my favorite little red dress that hugged my curves just right. As I stepped inside, I was immediately hit with the festive atmosphere – twinkling lights, holiday tunes, and the chatter of guests. That’s when I noticed it…I was the only woman in attendance. A sea of handsome men, all dressed to the nines, turned to stare as I entered.
A Holiday Party To Remember
Figuring no harm could come from a little mingling, I made my way to the bar to grab a cocktail. That’s when I spotted it – a sprig of mistletoe dangling from the chandelier above. I’ve always been a sucker for tradition, so I paused underneath, scanning the crowd with a coy smile.
Before I could even bat my lashes, strong hands gripped my arms and hips, holding me firmly in place. I gasped as I realized I was restrained under the mistletoe, perfectly positioned. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and excitement.
Suddenly, a wave of masculine energy surrounded me. Hands roamed my body as I was passed from one eager man to the next, each taking their turn under the mistletoe. Soft kisses turned hungry as things quickly escalated. Buttons popped and zippers hissed open.
The night passed in a frenzied blur of groping hands, probing tongues, and rampant lust. I lost count after the fifth or sixth man had his way with me. When the last one finished, I was a panting, sated mess, covered in the evidence of their passion.
As I stood there in my crumpled dress, surrounded by my new “friends”, I couldn’t help but smirk. I came to a party as a proper lady and left as their little holiday slut. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Being the center of so much masculine attention was electrifying.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248