Jade's Erotic Adventures Box Set

by Victoria Rush

  As my contractions finally began to subside and eventually stop, Jasmine held perfectly still with my clit still twitching in her mouth, her hands in my most private parts. When my breathing finally returned to semi-normal and I slumped in my chair, she slowly pulled her hand and fingers from within me. It was the most delicate and intimate thing I had ever experienced. I could sense Jasmine’s connection to me, as if she were saying how she enjoyed the experience almost as much as I had.

  I never felt so cherished and uplifted in my entire life. I wanted to kiss Jasmine and taste my juices in her mouth while I reciprocated with my own delicate touch. I was already thinking how I’d like to use my private boudoir for the rest of the night…

  Volume Two

  The Dark Room

  1

  In The Shadows

  After my exhilarating experience at The Dinner Party, I was ready for more sexual exploration. The idea of being watched, and watching other people, releasing our inhibitions in a group setting was incredibly erotic. There was something about being with strangers that took the encounter to an entirely new level.

  But it was more than that—it was the anonymity that made it especially appealing. With my mask on, I felt empowered to try new things, to do things I never would do in my regular guise. It was like I had superpowers. With my identity hidden, I could try anything—and the results were equally superlative. The sexual feelings were stronger and the climaxes were more powerful than anything I'd experienced before.

  I wanted more. But I also wanted something different. I wanted to stretch my boundaries to see how far my new powers could take me. What other exotic destinations could I discover in the erotic underworld?

  One day late at night, I sat down in front of my computer and typed in the search words 'anonymous group sex'. Among a litany of listings for gay bathhouses, swingers parties, and wife-swapping groups, I found a cryptic heading on the bottom of the second page, reading The Dark Room—Explore Your Sensuality. I clicked on the link and a video opened with a naked dancer undulating under the mesmerizing effect of black and white zebra-like stripes illuminated on her body.

  I watched, transfixed, as the light patterns flowed over every sensuous curve of her body. In the background, soft instrumental music added to the trance-like effect. The alternating dark and light patches provided just enough camouflage to mask her identity. But as the light parts moved over different parts of her physique, they briefly revealed her erogenous zones. The curve of her shapely breasts, a fleeting glimpse of her bare nipple, the glorious cleft in her tight round ass. She was completely naked, but I had to look carefully to recognize the naughty parts.

  What a sight it was to behold. As the illuminated stripes curved and stretched around every contour of her body, they accentuated her gorgeous figure. When she moved closer to the screen and briefly revealed her face, it had the same effect. I could see the fullness of her lips and the curve of her cheekbones. But the light never stayed in one place long enough to betray her identity, even if someone knew who was hidden behind the strange light effects.

  Now this was something different, I thought. Erotic, stimulating—and anonymous. But where were her playmates?

  As exciting as I imagined it might be to dance naked under the relative obscurity of these light effects, it would be infinitely more fun to participate actively with others in such a room. I scanned the webpage and noticed a heading in the menu at the top of the page titled 'Group Packages'. I clicked the link and three more video thumbnails appeared on the page: one labeled 'Men', one titled 'Women', and another marked 'Mixed'. I tapped on the first one, and another video started playing, showing multiple figures gyrating to the music.

  This time, the light-projections were in different colors, shifting and bending around the moving figures like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. The bodies were obviously masculine, with broad shoulders, muscled chests, and washboard stomachs. Occasionally, the men would brush up against one another and move their hips in a feigned anal intercourse motion, but the action was too slow and measured to be real. The camera never strayed far below the subjects' bellybuttons, so it was impossible to tell if the men were aroused. Even though they sometimes embraced in full lip lock, it all seemed staged and dispassionate, like strippers putting on a show in a dance club.

  I wasn't much interested in watching gay male sex anyway, even with buff Chippendale characters such as these, so I clicked the next video thumbnail labeled 'Women'. This was definitely more my thing, and I could feel the stirring in my womb as I reflected back on my last lesbian encounter at The Dinner Party. The video began with three slim and shapely women dancing sensuously under a new light effect. Instead of black and white alternating zebra stripes, this time the illuminated light resembled streaking raindrops.

  The effect was even more captivating than the other videos. Like an animated expressionist painting, the light streaks danced across every curve and valley of the women's bodies as they swayed their hips and torsos in tantalizingly rhythmic ways. I had to concentrate even harder to catch fleeting glances of their breasts, nipples, and nether regions, with the light patches even sparser than before. At least in the women's videos, the camera panned below their waists to highlight the resplendent shape of their hips and buttocks. I strained to recognize the telltale protrusion of their mound or catch a glimpse of the mysterious slit between their legs. But as my own pleasure box began to lubricate imagining what was hidden behind the dancing raindrops splashing across their figures, the models never bent in such a way to reveal anything explicit.

  Maybe this was the intention of the producers—to pique our interest just enough so we'd want to click for more information, leading to a 'sale'. This was, after all, the tried and true model for virtually every porn site—to show the viewer just enough to get them worked up until they were horny enough to pay for the real thing. Although in this case, I was still confused as to what the 'real thing' was this website was selling.

  Was it just beautiful videos, orchestrated to appear as legitimate 'art'? Were they just trying to sell me a fancy video version of a self-portrait that I could share with my husband or partner? That might be intriguing, but I was looking for more. I continued watching the video as the three women moved closer to one another, eventually rubbing their hips and torsos together, as in the all-male video. But this time, I could see their lower bodies as they caressed one another.

  I watched them rub their hips and breasts together as the light streaks raced across their erect nipples. They were kissing one another far more sensuously than the men, like they were losing themselves in the moment. It was definitely a turn-on, and I imagined myself in the mix, caressing their beautiful bodies in the darkness with the streaks of light providing fleeting glimpses of their figures. As I thought about what it would feel like to have a stranger touching my body in the dark, I slipped my fingers under my panties and began to play with my nib. But just as soon as the action started flowing in the video, the clip ended.

  Fuck! I screamed inside. Just as I was getting turned on! Even a regular porno is better than this. At least they go all the way and offer some release.

  I was tempted to go to my favorite porn site and watch some good lesbian tribbing action to get off when my eyes glanced at the last video thumbnail on the screen, labeled 'Mixed'. At least this one, if it was real, would be hard to hide the state of arousal that heterosexual men would experience in the presence of sexy naked women—light or no light.

  I clicked on the thumbnail, and the last video started to play. This time the light effects were in the form of multi-hued geometric circles, stretching and undulating over the curves of the naked figures like a rolling spirograph. I had to give it to the video producers—they were certainly creative in using unusual light effects that looked beautiful when projected onto shapely naked bodies.

  And there was no denying that the bodies were gorgeous. Both the men and the women were firm and well-toned, with curves in all the right p
laces. Every one of them was seriously fuckable. But much to my chagrin, the interaction between the subjects in the video once again seemed practiced and restrained. Even the men hardly seemed into it, rubbing and caressing their partners like in a cheesy black-and-white B-movie. Even though the camera never strayed below their waistlines, I didn't need to see their flaccid penises to recognize play acting when I saw it.

  If this is what 'happens' in these dark rooms, you can count me out, I thought.

  It was all too antiseptic and ‘soft-porn' for my liking. I wanted some real sex—actual touching and penetration—where I could feel myself and my dark room partners getting aroused and getting off. I didn't just want to be in some kind of art production, I wanted to participate in a live orgy! I was about to click out of the website when a chat bubble popped up in the lower right corner. A text message appeared in the bubble.

  'Hi!' someone named Sara wrote. 'How can I help you? Did you want to learn more about our products and services?'

  Products and services? Maybe it's worth investigating this a little further, after all. Let's see what other 'services' they have to offer...

  2

  Eyes Wide Shut

  'How can I participate in these dark rooms?' I typed in the chat window.

  'If you come to our studio,' Sara replied, 'you can join any room of your choosing at any time.'

  Studio? This was sounding more and more like some kind of photography service to me.

  'How many people will be in the rooms with me?' I typed.

  'That depends what time of the day and week you come. Friday and Saturday nights are busiest, but we also schedule sessions during the day, between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m. You can book a session by clicking on the tab for Appointments at the top of the page. We normally only have two or three people in the afternoon rooms and up to ten maximum on Friday and Saturday nights.'

  The word sessions was beginning to sound more intriguing to me. I decided to probe for more information.

  'What kind of clothing should I wear in these sessions?’ I asked.

  'You can wear anything that makes you feel comfortable, but most of our patrons choose to wear a minimum of embellishments.'

  'Including nothing at all?'

  ‘Yes—if that's what makes you feel most comfortable.'

  I loved how Sara kept dancing around the obvious question.

  'How do the people in these dark room sessions normally interact? I typed.

  'That depends on what you're looking for, and the kind of people that join you in the room.'

  I hesitated for a moment before typing my reply.

  'Is touching permitted?'

  'Absolutely. That's what makes the experience especially enjoyable. You're encouraged to explore each other's bodies in the privacy and safety of the dark room. Subject to the consent of each partner, of course.'

  Now we're talking, I thought. 'Exploring each other's bodies' is exactly what I was looking for. But I still had lots of questions pertaining to the 'privacy' and 'safety' parts.

  'What if I don't want somebody to touch my body? How can I ensure my personal space will be respected?'

  'We have a simple rule for everybody entering any of our dark rooms. All you have to do is brush someone's body away if you don't wish to be touched. Everyone is issued a safety bracelet before entering each room. If you feel threatened or forced to do anything against your will, all you have to do is press the alert button and an audio intercom will be activated. Any violators will be immediately removed from the room. You can ask for help at any time, but we rarely receive complaints from any of our patrons.'

  I paused to let Sara's comments sink in. I liked the safeguards they had set up, but I didn't like the sound of audio recordings or being leered at by a bunch of security goons.

  'What kind of privacy will I have? Will any audio or video recordings be made while I'm in any of the rooms?'

  'Never. What goes on in the security of the dark rooms is between you and your consenting partners.'

  I liked the sound of that.

  'What about the video clips on your website?' I asked. 'Those were obviously recorded. Were those actual participants?'

  'Those were paid actors, using our own models. I assure you, you will never be recorded while in one of our dark rooms.'

  'What about your security personnel or anyone outside the room? Can they see what's happening inside?'

  'Each dark room is enclosed in one-way glass all around,' Sara replied. 'You can't see out, but outside observers can see in. This allows patrons to observe the action in the room before committing to go inside. We find this adds to the excitement level for both those watching and those being watched. But the light effects in the room are always moderated in such a way to ensure your identity will always be masked. The only thing outside observers can see, including our security staff, are the silhouettes of the people inside.'

  Oh my god, I thought. That sounds so hot.

  The idea of being watched—both within the room and from outside the room—while I got down and dirty with my dark room partners sounded incredibly stimulating. I suddenly became aware of how soaked my panties had become as I continued the dialog with Sara.

  'What about...hygiene?' I asked tentatively. 'What protections do I have against the spread of...diseases?'

  Sara and I finally seemed to be talking about the same thing. I decided to dispense with any further niceties and cut right to the chase.

  'Every dark room participant must provide an authentic recent blood report from an accredited medical lab,' she replied. 'You must show negative for all known sexual or communicable diseases. You'll also need to submit to a brief exam with our accredited medical doctor on staff to ensure you do not have any open sores or infections that could be spread by physical contact. This is for the safety of all participants.'

  Holy shit—these guys don't fool around. A gynecological exam is never fun, but if it's performed by an authentic doctor and it's not too intrusive, it's better to be safe than sorry.

  'Will this be with a gynecologist? Is the doctor male or female? May I ask for his or her credentials before I submit to the exam?'

  'It will be with a female gynecologist for female examinations and a male urologist for male examinations. Their credentials will be on full display in the examining office, which is maintained with the utmost hygienic cleanliness. The examination is external only and very brief.'

  Okay, I thought. Now that we know exactly what we're talking about here, let's get down to brass tacks.

  'What are your fees? And is this...you know, legitimate? I mean, it sounds like I'm paying for sex.'

  Sara paused for only a moment before replying.

  'This is a private club in a private residence. Whatever consenting adults choose to do with each other on private property is entirely legal. There is a modest subscription fee to join the club. You can see our fees under the tab marked Rates.'

  It was all starting to come together. Just like The Dinner Party erotic club I attended a few weeks ago, they had similar terms of service. In fact, their professionalism and attention to detail made me wonder if it might be run by the same operators. I just had a few remaining questions.

  'Are there separate rooms for men and women?' I asked. I was definitely ready for some more girl-on-girl encounters, but I wasn't ready to rule out a little hetero action too if the mood struck me.

  'We have separate rooms for men-only, women-only, and mixed gender. You may enter the single-gender room that matches your sex and also the mixed gender room, if you desire, during your visit.'

  I was definitely getting more interested by the moment and based on how fast the wet patch between my legs was spreading in my tight jeans, so was my aching pussy.

  I wondered if there’d be any furniture or sofas to recline onto if things got hot and heavy enough.

  'Are there places to...relax in each of the rooms, or are they standing room only?’ I typed.

  'Yes, there
is upholstered furniture in each of the rooms, as well as Liberator sex cushions to adjust your position. Everything has neon piping around the edges to help you find it in the dark, and the coverings are laundered after each session to ensure cleanliness. Your safety and comfort is our universal goal.'

  Wow. These guys have thought of everything.

  This obviously wasn't going to be some kind of seedy swingers' party where just anybody could walk in and fuck anything that moves. This sounded like a first-class operation that was sure to titillate and satisfy all my senses.

  I paused as I considered any other questions or concerns that I might have before venturing out to their club.

  'How long can I remain in each room? And when I wish to leave, where can I go to freshen up and get dressed?'

  'We have separate change rooms and showers for both men and women. Strobe lights are used in these and other public rooms of the residence to protect your identity at all times. From the moment you enter any of our dark rooms, to the moment you leave the building, no one will be able to identify you. The only person who'll ask for ID is the doctor who examines you. He or she will verify your blood report belongs to you, and the physician is sworn by doctor-patient privilege to maintain your privacy.'

  I unconsciously exhaled a long deep breath, as I began to relax. All my concerns had been addressed, and all my expectations were satisfied. This was indeed the exact thing I was looking for.