The energy in the room was palpable.
I watched on as a good friend of mine held a needle and pushed it through a mans flesh, his eyes rolled back and her skin flushed from the adrenaline.
All throughout the house there were people engaged in various states of ecstasy; there were squeals and the unmistakable sound of a whip coming from outside, the buzzing of what looked like a cattle prod and the giggles of delight at the involuntary spasms of anyone it touched.
My panties were wet and my bones were on fire, even though I hadn’t been drinking it was easy to feel intoxicated. The air was thick with anticipation and I was surrounded by familiar faces, bodies wrapped in fishnets and latex like some sort of present
..and I was a kid on Christmas morning.