OOC: My date is away for the weekend, but I wanted to put an appearance.
R Nitelight: 37 years old. 5'6", 150. Dirty blonde hair, beard and moustache. Hazel eyes. Devastatingly handsome.
My date, CelestialBody, will return by Monday at the latest. I will let her describe herself. I will also let her describe our costumes, since I don't know what they are....
will still be done saturday afternoon, r nightlight will be assumed to be dressed in red thong and nothing else until his date pops up and dresses him.
OCC: Sorry, the codeine completely knocked me out. I'll let you describe yourself, Renegade. Catwoman, 5'8", slim, agile
IC: We had agreed that since tonight was ladies' choice, I would pick him up. Carefully, I dress in my form-fitting gray leather cat suit. The soft leather clung to me, my nipples were clearly outlined and a faint "W" could be seen between my legs. Tucking my hair up under the hood, I pulled the mask down, covering everything but my mouth and eyes. Black high-heeled boots and long, leather gloves with slits in the fingertips to let my long nails poke through, just about completed the outfit. With a smirk, I added a coiled whip to my belt, feeling it hit low on my hip. Turning seductively in the mirror, I placed my hands on my hips and purred at my reflection. My ass was beautifully framed, each cheek carefully defined by my costume. Raking my nails up my thighs, I smiled, if this didn't drive him wild, nothing would.
Once I had reached his apartment, I honked the horn twice. I wasn't ready for him to fully see me yet. Apparently, he was ready to show me anything yet either, his cape covered him from shoulder to toes. Without a word, we drove to the party. Despite the lack of conversation, the sexual tension in the car could have been cut with a knife. We arrived and made our way up the stairs.
We wondered around for a few minutes, talking with some of the other guests. Then he led me onto the dance floor. My breath caught as his warm hands slid to the bare skin at the small of my back, and he pulled me tight against his incredible body, locking me in his tight embrace. My soft curves molded themselves to the hard planes of his body. My arms wrapped around his neck and I ran my fingers through his hair, loving its' silken texture against my fingertips.
The sheer material of my costume was the only barrier between my sensitive breasts and the solid wall of his chest. The hair on his chest abraded my nipples through the flimsy fabric, turning them into tiny pebbles. I wasn't sure if they were playing a fast or a slow song. The music was inconsequential. We created a rhythm of our own. Our bodies swayed in time to music no one else could hear.
I arrived at the party in my favorite coffin. It is on wheels and pulled by my loyal hunchback dwarf, Shorty. And a beautiful coffin it is. The slate black finish with gold accent tints is impressive. Notice the hand cast antiqued silver-tone psalm cornices and silver swing bar handles.
"Shorty," I commanded before we left for the party, "fill my coffin with those bottles of virgin's blood. I need my aphrodisiac. There won't be many virgins at this party."
I too wore a long black leather motorcycle duster but nothing underneath. It is perfect for flashing beautiful women shopping late at the all night grocery stores. One look look at my enormous member and they are hypnotized and subject to my will.
Now where is my Elizabeth? Off sucking someone I would guess.
OOC: Batman, 6'1", slim with some muscles but not all buff.
IC: All the way to the party, the two of us were uncharacteristicly(is that how you spell it? long word) quite for the two of us. Her Catwoman uniform was just marvelous eye candy to my eyes. I had to fight to keep myself from trying anything with her right there and then. Noticing the whip, I grin at what possibilitys there were for that little toy. Once we made our way up the stairs, I gently knock on the door as we await for someone to answer.
I tell her in a low voice "You have a great costume on tonight. I'm sure you'll turn a few heads at the party." Before she can say anything, the door opens up infront of us as Morticia greets us to her party. After we make some small talk with her, we move on into the room where the other guests have already started to arrive.
We make our way around the room and introduce ourselfs to all of the guests one by one till we meet everyone at the party. After we meet everyone in attendence, I consider the possibiltys for the type of games that our hosts might have in store for us all today. Smiling, I tell my date "I think this is going to be a night to remember."
Both god and goddess were oblivious to the rest of the room, their souls were locked in a deep embrace. I could feel artemis's hands on the back of my neck,nipples hard against my chest, and she smelled like the sweet olive tree, of the forest she hunts for deer. I took my hands ran them from the small of her back to bottom of her ass, caressing each firm cheek, gently pulling the back of the g-string tighter in her pussy, giving aretemis only the slightest hint of how much attention that pussy would soon get. As we stared into each other, our lips moved closer, which seemed to take hours, they finally touched. Sparking what could be one of the greatest nights of passion and hot sex ever.
I observed the Count make his glorious entrance in his favorite coffin pulled by Shorty. The Count didn't notice me and he commanded Shorty to stop the coffin, so that he could flirt with Catwoman.
Shorty did notice me and he walked over to talk to me while the Count was otherwise occupied.
"Hey Shorty, this is a costume party, where's your costume?" I asked sarcastically.
"I came as a hunchback dwarf you dumb bitch."
"Don't be a smart ass, Shorty, or I'll start the dwarf tossing right now. Now get out of my face. Go bug someone else. I don't do dwarfs."
"Yes my dear, Elizabeth, but I can see there are no perfect women, you know, my type, at this party."
"And just what is your perfect woman, Shorty?"
"Three foot tall, no teeth and a flat head you can set your beer on."
i smile and see the two vampires who seem to be overly into their costumes and watch the greek pair, on the dance floor, catwoman and batman make a striking pair and i smile. putting out more food and wondering if it would be okay to kick the dwarf out. after all he doens't have a date, I wonder when other guest will be arriving.
Sauntering away from Fangs, I stalked my date across the room. Batman had his back to me and was standing at the bar. I uncoiled my whip and with a small flick of wrist, wrapped the end around his waist. All those weekends spent in the backyard practicing with neighbors gawking, had paid off. His gasp was more surprise than pain, I knew his leather costume would protect him. Rather than reel him in, I used the whip as a path to him. He was holding some drink that had a cherry speared on a toothpick as garnish. Plucking it out of his glass, I lapped up a drop of alcohol that threatened to fall. "So, Bats, help a kitty with her cherry?" I purred as I put the stem between my teeth and removed the toothpick.
~~Dressed in a 50's style ganster grey suit with one pinstripes. I cigar in one hand I walk ove to my darling morticia and take her hand aboce her head spin her like a pieote ballerina, make her deep and give her a deep passionate kiss.
Well my caramia looks like we have a swell party going tonight.
I was a little cought off guard when she used her whip to snatch me like that. When she came up to me and grabed the cherry, I knew she had something other then eating in mind. "So, Bats, help a kitty with her cherry?" she purrs as she placed the stem between her teeth. Smiling, I look up at her cherry then down at her crotch and ask her "Which one do I go for first?" She put her hand under my chin to have me look up at her face.
Smirking, I lean forword to kiss her on the lips but when our lips meet I take the cherry from her teeth and eat it. She grins at me as I swallow the cherry and put my hands around her waist. I feel up her backside through our costumes as I ask "What do you feel like doing right now?" I wanted this to be a night for us to remember for a long time.
ooc I'll wait until midnight my time to post best and worst costume or do you all think that was silly? it's 11 here now check post time to figure it out
IC
oui, i murmur as he kisses up my arm thinking it's going to be an interesting night for us all
OCC: Sorry for writing a bit for your character. I didn't know if you knew how to dance.
IC: Smiling, I placed my hands on either side of his face and stole a kiss. Tracing one claw carefully over his lip, I leaned into him and whispered, "Let's dance." A tango is playing and I decide to lead, for a little while anyway. I backed up to the dance floor, swaying my hips and tipping my shoulders in time with the beat. When finally Batman was finally close enough, I grasped his hand and placed my arm around his waist. Grinding my way down his thigh, I rub my crotch against him on my way back up.
The music picked up tempo, and he became a little more aggressive. Raising one hand high above my head, he twirled me around and pulled me back in. Taking the lead from me, he expertly moved me around, hands on my hips while swayed seductively with my hands above my head. At one point, he rolled me back over his leg so I was reclining on the floor. Before I could get my bearing, he spun me around and pulled me back up. When he bent down to kiss me, I breathlessly whispered, "Who taught you how to dance? You are mind-blowing!"
forget the costume thing....thought how about everyone explore the pleasures of other rooms in the house and have fun and say about wednesday we'l see if anyone wants to swap partners.
I lead gomez down to dungeon and grin as we look over our array of sexual devices