“I am wearing three pieces of clothing: this dress, my right shoe and my left shoe.”

(This post was written Friday)

That was to be my motto last night as I headed out to celebrate Beach Chic’s 22nd birthday. I never actually said it, but was reminded of it by Sissy as she, Mr. Wonderful and his roommate, Construct, walked behind me out of the first bar of the night.

I walked down the sidewalk adhering strictly to the “dress” code that Beach Chic had enforced, in a low cut, short little black number. Suddenly my ass stung as Sissy came up from behind me spanking quite hard, causing my dress to fly up behind me. I guess those three didn’t need to hear my line… they saw proof for themselves.

Arriving to the club we were escorted to our reserved VIP table, as heads turned throughout. Something to be said about a dozen girls in an array of little cocktail dresses ready and expecting to get Out. Of. Control.

What evolved shortly was later described by a late comer as an experience into the twilight zone. She told Crazy today, “I walked out on the terrace into our area and two girls were sitting, one straddling the other while making out, one guy and two girls shared a three-way kiss, and a girl laid on one of the oversized, overstuffed benches as a guy leaned over her as they made out.”

As Crazy relayed this story to me I was shore that she was talking about me in each one of the scenarios described… I have never kissed so many boys and girls in one evening’s time. (That’s saying something…)

I moved on to the dance floor a couple of times through out the evening. Dancing with Sissy, who is one of the HOTTEST (fucking smoking) dancers I have ever seen… as she slid up and down in front of me. As we left the club later a couple came up to her and said, “Watching you tonight made our evening, and later on tonight when we think about you, you will have made our evening again.” Damn, penetrating beater banks everywhere…

A small group of us headed back to Mr. Wonderful and Construct’s house. Drunken munchies were satisfied by the consumption of yummy hot croissant ham and cheese sandwiches as we all hung out in the living room.

I leaned back on the couch, pulled out one of my “girls” and Sissy began sucking on it. Mr. Wonderful promptly retrieved and handed her a glass of milk, saying “Here, I think you're looking for this.” She stopped stunned and he continued in her place. He and I retired to his boudoir and continued what we had started in the living room…

Happy Birthday Beach Chic.... Happy Birthday indeed....