Best Birthday Ever.

I have to hand it to the wonderful ladies (and gentleman, as this was apparently MD’s idea) of Wicked Eden for a truly amazing birthday surprise last night.

In spite of the rain, they all showed up suddenly while I was on my way out to a quiet dinner. Yve, Dalia, Damiano, Noel, Audrie, and Jadelyn (some with dates or toys in tow) shanghaied me into the official party mobile chauferred by slave bobbi. We had an excellent sushi dinner at Otani’s and much sake was poured in my honor. I received a number of exceptional gifts before making a red carpet departure.

Apparently, there were reservations made for us at Park Street / Sugar Bar, and the drinks were flowing freely the moment we walked in. I’ve never been a heavy drinker– or even a moderate one– but how I could possibly say no on my national holiday? I will say that I looked smashing in a short black and purple halter dress and 5 inch heels, but my companions all were dressed to thrill (or kill, in some cases!). By the time the party got hopping, we were the center of attention… whether it was dancing on the stage or administering birthday spankings on the dance floor. After a few more rounds of shots– I vaguely recall vodka in proliferation– we were in high gear. Many a cock was stiff and aching in witness, I’m sure. Slave bobbi looked pained at every turn, even without the steel chastity belt!

A few male club goers did get a bit out of hand and were dealt with swiftly, but things continued without incident until much later. We stopped drinking around 1:30 or so and went out onto Park Street’s large patio to enjoy the cool air and suck down many bottles of water. I remember a bachelorette party inviting us to play a game of blindfolded get-the-condom-on-the-cucumber, to which I won (because there were no mouths involved), and Miss Noel promptly demonstrated her cucumber-deep throat abilities. The bachelorette party thought we were great fun and I was pleased to give them my autograph as a pre-wedding momento. Yet another wife who knows where to bring her husband for corrections. *wink*

Of course, you don’t mix vodka and horny girls without there being some antics. Inside the club our wildness was in due course, but apparently my hands up Miss Audrie’s skirt attracted some unwanted attention. (Earlier wandering hands went unnoticed apparently…) Personally I think it was her moaning that did us in with the snippy complaint from a ill-tempered, sex-starved cow. As we were on our way out, my digital camera went missing, so I have no sexy lesbian photos to share. Whoever picks it up is in for a shock… *laugh*

Oh well. No birthday would be complete without being kicked out of a vanilla bar for inappropriate behavior! C’est la vie!

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