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Stiletto heels, ambience music with a soft pounding beat, chocolate treats and lots and lots of champagne. This is not your average "girl's night out." Instead it is a night at an all-girls sex party hosted by Katherine DeCroix, the founder of the already infamous, FlirtySkirts.
As a reporter for Girl21 e-magazine, I was more than a little nervous when my editor assigned a strictly straight married woman like myself to this kind of story. I never would have imagined that my degree in journalism would take me inside the premiere opening of a ladies-only sex party.
At 9:00 pm I arrived at a posh loft apartment located in downtown Atlanta. It had been leased by Ms.DeCroix for what she hoped would be an unforgettable night of fun and debauchery. DeCroix, originally from San Fransisco, came up with the idea for FlirtySkirts after numerous disappointing attempts to connect with other like-minded straight females over the internet. She envisioned an up-scale erotic party designed exclusively for women which would be discreet, discriminating and pulsating with girl/girl sex. She held her first party in Los Angeles in 2012 and it's success far exceeded even her own expectations. Since then, she has held similar parties in the U.S., Great Britain and Australia.
Decroix, thirty-five, says: 'I tried what are called "elite sex parties" but found that they usually catered primarily to men. Women were there simply for the pleasure of the men. I knew that if women had a softer, safer place to go with a glamorous atmosphere that they would love it. And I was right. The truth is - most women are attracted to other women but it doesn't mean that they are gay. Sexuality is more fluid today. In fact, the profile of most of our attendees show that they are happily married to men. FlirtlySkirts is a place for them to experiment or have a wild night of playing with other like-minded girls before going back to their day-to-day lives."
Upon my arrival, I was greeted at the door by a bare-breasted and beautiful brunette who was wearing nothing but black panties, garter belt, and stockings. Her nipples were just barely concealed with carefully placed "x" marks made of electrical tape. After checking my name off the registry, she secured a pink plastic bracelet emblazoned with the FlirtySkirts logo on it around my wrist. It was my access to the party. Although I was attending free-of-charge in my role as a writer, women who come to a FS party are required to pay a registry fee of two-hundred fifty dollars each. This has been a criticism of the way the invite list is compiled but DeCroix purposely and unapologetically targets professional and upper-middle-class women. The fee covers the expense of everything including the bottomless drinks and rental of the venue. It should be noted that it provides a reasonable return for DeCroix as well.
The growing crowd of women who came through the door were a true cross-section of the city. As I milled around and engaged in conversation I met an attorney, a dentist, a book editor, a restaurateur and even a soccer-mom or two. All of them had one thing in common; they all considered themselves to be sexually straight which seemed to belie the purpose of the party. However, DeCroix explained: "FlirtySkirts is not a lesbian club. That niche' has already been filled. We are all about having a night of fun, flirtation and the chance to have a curious fling with the same gender." Its not about a lifestyle - its about stepping temporarily over the line and then back again.
DeCroix claims that one reason for the club's immense success is her commitment to exclusivity. The girl-only sex soirees are held in high-end penthouse apartments and, like other elite sex clubs, FlirtySkirts has strict membership criteria. Women must register online, provide a current photo and complete rather lengthy profile. A strict dress code is enforced and sexy lingerie is a must for all party-goers. DeCroix screens each registration personally and either accepts or culls their request to attend a party. The result is apparent.
As I looked around the room I saw some of the most beautiful, creative and influential women in the city. Some of them wore sequined masks meant either to conceal their high-profile identity or for dramatic effect. Others were dressed in leather cat suits complete with floggers and paddles. All of them were dressed to kill.
I watched as a young woman weaved her way though the crowd offering little pieces of chocolate from a silver tray while another server carried glasses of wine and champagne. The volume of the music was low enough to easily facilitate conversation but it filled the room with a low frequency beat that I found to be extremely sensual. In fact, it seemed that every little detail had been carefully crafted to seduce the senses and encourage the loosening of inhibitions.
Women continued to arrive and around 9:30, a woman dressed in nothing but a pony's tail jutting from her ass and red high heels came to the center of the room and announced that party games were about the begin. At that point, I would estimate that about forty to fifty women were in the apartment. When the game started, it became clearly obvious that this was no standard ladies' night out.
A large spinner was brought into the room. Written on it were various acts of sexual foreplay such as, "Choose someone in the room and nibble on their ear." The game was fun and just a little naughty but it served as a great ice-breaker for the hot sex that would soon follow. With each spin of the wheel laughter exploded in the room and inhibitions were shed one-by-one. After a while, I noticed some of the women were quietly slipping out of the group and heading upstairs. I assumed that they had grown bored with the games but when I followed them (as any good reporter would do) I found that they were joining a full-blown sex romp that was already in progress in one of the spacious bedrooms. Panties were coming off in all directions as women were pairing up for a hot round of cunnilingus. I felt a little out of place still clad in my mini-skirt but I reminded myself that I was here as an observer - and there was plenty to observe!
Six women were on the king-sized bed, most of them nude at least from the waist down. Two of the couples were locked in a sixty-nine (pussy to face) position while the third couple was just getting started with some heavy kissing and slow fingering.
One woman was seated on a chair with her nicely rounded backside pushed right to the edge of the seat. Another woman was behind her on her hand and knees with her face pushed all the way up into the crease of her ample bottom.
Across the room, I saw woman a bit older than most attendees. She was perhaps in her late forties with gray, shoulder-length hair. She reminded me a little of Martha Stewart sans the double fudge brownies. She was seated in an oversize black leather chair with her skirt pulled up and her panties pulled to one side. One leg was thrown over the arm of the chair and she was masturbating furiously while watching the others engaged in raw sex.
In the corner, two young blondes were having a suck-fest. One was standing and leaning against the wall while the other was on her knees in front of her chewing on her pussy through her panties.
After observing the burgeoning orgy for a while, I slipped into the next room and found that a certain woman had become the center attraction. She was a beautiful flaming redhead with short-cropped hair, paper white skin, and colorful floral tattoos covering her back. Her engorged breasts and stretch-marked belly were signs that she had recently given birth. She was seated on the very edge of the bed with her head thrown back and eyes closed. Her legs were being held apart by two women kneeling on either side of her while another woman went down on her with hungry moans. The new mother had pulled her engorged breasts out and over the cups of her bra and some of the girls were taking turns suckling her dark brown nipples and tasting her mother's milk. Some would suck her tits deep until the milk overflowed from between their lips. Others would squeeze them hard and take the spray upon their tongues and faces.
Next, I moved to the adjoining bathroom where even more hedonistic sex play was in progress. Three, or maybe four, women were inside the shower (it was hard to tell because of the steam on the glass door.) It appeared that they were sucking and fucking each other with waterproof vibrators and overly large lifelike dildos. Later, I would learn from one of the participants that they were also giving and receiving "golden shower" in there as well. (For the reader: a golden shower is pee play)
As I found a spot out of the way, I watched as "Martha Stewart" entered the room. Seeing a young woman seated on the toilet, she immediately slid to her knees in front of her. The girl propped one foot on the sink so that "Martha" (who was now fully nude) could eat her pussy; which she did with great enthusiasm. Meanwhile, another woman, stepped dripping wet from the shower holding a large purple dildo between her teeth. She took a moment to squeeze the excess water from her hair, then she wrapped it in a towel and knelt down on the tile floor behind the older woman. Pulling her ass apart, she performed anilingus on her before finally finishing her off with a lively dildo fucking.
As the night wore on, I took a seat out of the way on the edge of a Jacuzzi where two women in their early thirties were going at it. One, a blonde was seated on the smooth edge of the bathtub with her feet in the water. The other woman, a cute and bubbly brunette had her head between her legs and was lapping her up with long slow cat-like licks. The blonde looked over at me, ran her hand up my dress and asked why I was still wearing my clothes. I explained about my role as a journalist and that's when the brunette came up for air.
I asked: "Do you mind if I ask you both a few questions?"
"Sure. Go ahead," the brunette said as she sucked two fingers into her mouth, and then slipped them inside her friend.
"What made you want to come to FlirtySkirts tonight?"
The blonde answered: "Actually, she made me come," she said pointing to the brunette and then they both broke out laughing.
"That's right. I made her come and then I made her cum!"
"So you two knew each other before coming here tonight?"
The brunette answered: "I guess we do, she's my sister-in-law."
From our conversation, I discovered that the brunette was the curious one but could not convince any of her friends to attend with her. At the last minute, she cajoled her sister-in-law into coming along.
"I am totally straight, but she insisted that I come and once we got her and the action started, it made us both so horny we ended up here in the Jacuzzi."
"Have you ever had sex with each other before?"
Again, they both laughed and said in unison, "Never!"
"So, why are you having sex together tonight?" I asked.
They hesitated, looked at each other searching for an answer. Finally, the brunette spoke: "I guess the answer is 'why not'?"
"Will you consider having sex together again after this?"
The blonde giggled and answered, "I guess it depends on how well she eats my pussy tonight."
Posted on the outside of the door of another room down the hall was a hand-written sign that said, "Derriere is Now Served." Inside, I found a rather large gathering of women, all engaged in various aspects of anal play. A device called a "sex sling" was hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room and a black woman was suspended from it. Straps around her knees held her in a seated position. Her nicely rounded ass was prominently displayed between the straps and a bevy of naked women were situated below her each vying for their chance to sample her backdoor with fingers and tongues.
I also spied a rather plump woman sporting twenties style short black hair and Gothic makeup who was kneeling on top of an emerald green chaise lounge. She was wearing a corset which barely held her ample breasts in check. With her face pressed into the cushion and her ass jutting high in the air, a second woman (dressed in a latex catsuit) alternated between administering what seemed like a hardcore paddling and shoving a stainless steel dildo up her ass.
Others were using a variety of strap-ons to fuck each other. A "strap on", by the way, is a dildo held in place by an adjustable strap.
A smiling young woman who identified herself as a member of the FlirtySkirts staff was manning a dildo table, where she was in charge of unwrapping the huge stock of sex toys, wiping them down with a bacterial wipe and passing them out. She showed me designs which ranged from huge black cocks she called "stallions" to cocks molded in every imaginable shape.
Before the night was over I had seen about every sex act that exists.
Around 2 am, the party began to wind down and I took a position by the door so that I might get some impromptu exit interviews. Most of the women who were willing to speak to me said that the party had far exceeded their expectations.
"I've never cum so much in my entire life," one commented.
Finally, you, the reader, might wonder what my own personal opinion of FlirtySkirts is now that I have witnessed it firsthand. As a matter of full disclosure, I must admit that as the night progressed I was felt up by more anonymous women than I can count. I had to fend off roaming fingers and hungry tongues in order to maintain my journalistic composure and objectivity. However, I will admit that the whole experience was electrifying. Would I ever attend FlirtySkirts as a party-goer and not as a reporter? I'm not sure. But if I do, you'll be the first to know.
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