Steph and I went to a pleasure party (aka tupperware party with sex toys) recently, hosted by her friend “Carmen”–name in quotes and so dubbed by the Avon-lady-gone-wrong who brought in all the sex toys–perhaps the name of the last house where she had hawked her wares? I think it’s great she now has a code name!
After consuming many bottles of champagne, the all-female guests had the opportunity to share their hottest sex moments–and where they took place. It was an international crowd–with encounters in Italy, France, Cabo, Portugal, broom closets, fireplaces, and our very own Claremont hotel hallway.
Thanks Carmen, we had fun! Steph says her stomach still hurts from tasting the so-called ‘pussy juice’ that came in a plastic tub, and made of god-knows-what–it is meant to enhance the taste of a woman’s real juices. BTW, she tasted it on a small plastic applicator scoop thingy. Maybe it tastes better intermingled with the real thing–kind of like the same perfume smells different on different people?
We hung with some cool ladies and ate amazing food (plus drank a ‘cum shot’!–my first, made of Bailey’s and hazelnut liquor with whipped cream on top). Some of the product left something to be desired–no fault of Carmen’s!–much of it was a la a cheap magic shop where everything was made in China of .10 cent ingredients and resold for $10.69 and all promising “INCREDIBLE RESULTS!”. And yes, every price ended in .69. Clever huh? I was impressed by the sex chair. One person sits above while the other scooches their face underneath. Holds up to 300 pounds in case you fear suffocating your lover while sitting on your his or her actual face. And of course there was the stripper pole–great exercise! You know, just like you read Playboy for the articles.
If you are ever invited to a pleasure party–definitely check it out. It was an eye-opener!
This experience must be covered in an upcoming episode! Stay tuned. And Carmen, you are awesome!