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Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.
Masquerade Mystery Man
Maybe it was the full moon. I don’t know. But something got into me. It was him. I walked right over to him. He bought me a drink. A man of few words. So mysterious. Then he wanted a private dance. We were both so aroused. The passion between us was unreal. Who was this man? We were lost in each other. I had no idea how much time had gone by. And I didn’t care. We had to have each other then and there. All we had on were our masks. We had the most wild, passionate sex. I can’t stop thinking about him.
Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414