Don Juan With A Twist

A Celebration

Stephanie thought that Halloween was the most romantically delicious of the holidays. She celebrated every year since her 21st birthday by going to a costume ball, picking up a masked stranger, and letting things happen as they may.

Not knowing who was behind the mask was more exciting than opening a birthday present. There was something about anonymous sex and not knowing what to expect.

It was perhaps the excitement and spontaneity of it. Or maybe it was the idea of a masked gothic character such as a vampire, monster, or other masked romantic character, letting his animalistic urges take over, and controlling her, taking her and letting her know in no uncertain terms who was in charge.

This Halloween Stephanie would be 25 years old. She wasn't a virgin, by any means, but neither was she jaded. She had lots of fantasies that she still had yet to fulfill.

For example, she imagined what it would be like to have anal sex. And she had always been curious about women. She was afraid to take the plunge, though. There was something forbidden about both subjects, and she was a little frightened of the consequences.

What if she liked it too much? What if she lost interest in vanilla sex altogether? It seemed silly to be frightened, but her traditional upbringing kept her from feeling total freedom to explore her sexuality.

Maybe that is why the costume ball held such an appeal. It was her chance to explore in anonymity. Noone need know who she was in real life.

Stephanie had chosen to arrive at the party in a belly dancer's costume with a veil. She thought that the soft sheer fabric felt wonderful against her round hips, and accentuated her voluptuous figure.

The bra top left little to the imagination, and her ample breasts looked poised to pop out of the little bra like two pieces of ripe fruit. Her voluptuous ass jiggled and jingled as her natural feminine sway shook the belly jewelry around her waist.

Her large green eyes peeked out of the veil winsomely. She liked the protection of the veil. It gave her comfort as she coyly flirted with a handsome vampire, or stared provocatively at a handsome looking man in a presidential costume.