Ever wonder what happens behind the doors of an elite London party?  You are in for a treat.  Eve Osyth invites you into a night defined by anticipation, control, and observation.  Here, watching becomes its own form of desire.

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Entering the Demi-Monde: A Discreet, Private London Party

I want the best for you, and by that I mean the best lovers.

We saunter up the staircase to this ‘discreet party’, the building’s gothic facade is ornate, hovering above us, adding to our intrigue about the space we are about to enter. Is there such thing as a serious joke? Well, that’s what it was when we booked our spots. Now, here we are.

They take our coats, and we cross the threshold, plunging through the folds of a thick, velvet curtain. Your hands on my hips ground me, knowingly sensing my anticipation in this new space. Your hands are solid, reassuring.  Just what i needed. This long lace dress is the perfect thing to be touched through, I can feel everything.

The Voyeur Emerges from the Shadows

Still focussed on you, we cannot help but take in the sexy people around the room. Everything about this evening is anonymous.  I take your hand and beckon you into a corner so that we can take it all in.  I want to get warmed up with you, to touch. We stand together, exploring each other’s bodies in this little dark alcove, all to ourselves.

I find I can pull you in, and perch myself.  It’s nice to fuck in seclusion, just us. You’re pulling at my dress and it rides up.  We are doing what I love most.  And such a tease you are, pulling out of me early, leaving me aching with horniness.

I smooth my dress back down and sense someone motioning for your attention. She’s so hot, and confident. You fall behind me a step, but I encourage you in front.  As if presenting you. We approach her.  Her touch is electrifying: I feel myself melt as she grazes my arm.  She is wearing a mask, but I see the glint of her eye through its ornate detail. We find a seat on a long chair, conversation fun and light.   Here desire for you is palpable.  She will have you.

She puts an arm around your shoulder and you look at me before I watch you both kiss.  She turns to me and I kiss her too. We motion to find somewhere private, just us three.

Desire, Control, Invitation

Once we close the door, she drops her dress to the floor.  She places your hands on her and then leads mine to join too.  Feeling the two of you, the texture of your skin, what it feels like to touch you both, pure heaven.  She and I both drop down to our knees in front of you, and have the most fun.  I can’t take my eyes off of your eyes. She and I begin to kiss, the passion felt as we kneel together is turning us both on.  You take us both from behind, always at least a hand on the other…Who gets fucked is at your discretion.

The funnest game. We’re both laughing while we kiss for you.  I love feeling her face resting in my hands.

I slide away, feeling a sudden urge to step back and watch you both together. She turns and lies down with her legs spread.  Her pleasure emanates from her and radiates into me.  I feel the electricity as one of her hands traces softly up my leg.  I let her taste me, but don’t wish to give her too much.  I slip back into my dress, relish the fabric on my skin.  And now, I am in prime position to watch you both. It’s the most relaxed and hottest thing.  I watch as you part her legs and find yourself between them.

As she envelops you I see you melt into her, merging, showing your strength. I can feel your desire for each other so intensely it is as you are in me too.

Later, when you finish my gaze returns to your bodies. I sip my drink, cool against my lips, feeling the calm.  My cheeks are flushed, but my heart has begun to slow, and a wave of relaxation has taken ahold of me. I slip onto the floor with you, and we’re giggling and touching, eyes sparkling from what just happened.

I lean over to you, exhausted as you are and you taste my drink on my tongue, cool, refreshing, yet ever so hot. ‘Who else do we have to meet here, darling?`I ask.

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