Orgy Parties Get More Wild On Halloween
I’ve been to orgy parties before. I love them, but many people are new to the idea. They’ve heard about them but never been to one. This excites me. Fresh blood at an orgy party is usually pretty obvious. I love spotting the new face in the crowd. When I see a boy or girl nervous, I like to be the one to break them in.
A Halloween orgy party complicates this, though. It is one sex party out of the year. I can never be sure of new meat in the shark tank! Masks, makeup, and all of the other etiquette get in the way. Body language sometimes helps, but most people are much more comfortable in disguise. Meaning I can never pick out an orgy party virgin on Halloween night.
Don’t worry about me, because I get something better. I have the best access to my fetish on Halloween! Masks turn me on so fucking much. In truth, as a monster fucker a Halloween orgy is the best! Maybe I can’t fuck real monsters, but this is the next best thing. I do have a mask fetish, either way.
My Fetish Keeps Me Wet On Halloween
Going to a Halloween orgy is fun because even if you know the crowd, it is like fucking someone new. With everyone in costume, it is a unique experience each time. The mask covering their faces gives me a witty. I admit my eyes get bigger than my pussy.
Trying to plan how to fuck each monster at the orgy party is tricky and exhausting. Depending on the size of the Halloween orgy, it may be impossible to make the rounds. Monster fuckers always want to try, though. It is a sex buffet, and my cunt is hungry!
Who Doesn’t Have A Kink These Days?
When I go to a party, I like to sit back with a drink and plan my next fuck victims. Whether it is the succubus babe or the group of orcs, I am going to get fucked. It’s my goal at any orgy party, but it is my mission on Halloween.
People have a social style, and I am no different. On arrival, I grab a drink and find the sexiest fuck pile in the room. I love getting myself worked up, and it is the best way. Sitting on the corner of the bed and watching two goblins pound a pumpkin is my idea of perfection. Am I a freak? Naturally, but you are, too.
I know I go to Halloween orgy parties without pressure, but what about you? Tell me about the kinky parties you have been to and if you’d go again. Call for confession phone sex because you will tell me every sinful party you’ve been to. It’s not a request; it is a demand. While you are at it, read more of my erotic stories here. I’m telling you, you need it, and I am rarely wrong.
