This was our third year at the BLT (“black tie, lingerie, or toga”) party, and the usual crowd filled the hotel ballroom.
Believe me, 200 people running around half-drunk in their underwear makes for quite an interesting evening.
We arrived around ten with our friends Tammy and Steve. I had on a short silk gown, its hem reaching just below my cooter, with bikini panties and no bra. The spaghetti straps holding up my gown were fighting a losing battle with gravity. My husband wore silk pajamas. When we danced, the feel of the silk against my skin was a real turn-on.
We were all having a great time taking pictures and having our picture taken. By midnight I was dropping my top for pictures, either alone or with other bold women. I took several shots with Tammy. In one picture we were hugging... Read More