Naked bodies gliding in anticipation. Nervous, but ready, eyes glimmering beneath masquerade masks wondering what will happen next. Wondering if anyone recognizes them. A sophisticated and raw vibe. The smell of glistening skin unleashes a carnal urge. Maybe someone starts kissing your neck, or runs a hand across the back of your knee. Maybe another one joins in. Maybe not. Either way, you leave, either satisfied or pulsating, but on a high, feeling scandalous and naughty and free. This is how a naked party should be. I knew sweet little Charleston wasn’t ready for it.
The so-called “naked” party that sent James Island in an uproar and warranted attention from the local press was a far cry from the “Eyes Wide Shut” scenario I imagined. It was a Halloween party, nothing more. No nakedness. Not even so much as a couch where an impromptu orgy could break out. Mind you, the Go’Diva sisters are no voyeurs, but we love something juicy every once in a while. Overall, though, the most shocking part of the night was when I discovered that my Go’Diva sister had never seen “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” In other words, not a wild ride.
I love sweet, proper, legs-crossed-at-the-ankle Charleston. But sometimes it’s necessary to shake things up and let a little scandal seep in. I know those naked parties are out there. Those orgy parties. In Charleston. Teach us, oh naked ones, how to unleash and discover another kind of pearl necklace.
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oh sexy go diva sister, unleash your lillie pullitzer panties (do those really exist?)and join us at our lunar parties (masks, robes and rituals required....teeth optional) Go to the Rt. 10 lil' cricket and present a golden egg from your vjj. You will be supplied with directions to the point of entry. At this point, you might wanna keep your eyes wide shut while we shove the anal beeds up your ASS (an "another kind of pearl neclace)
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