Sinful Sunday: Birthday Suit

It’s my birthday! Or it will be in two days from now, at least. I’ll be 38, which feels like an entirely nothing age, on a Tuesday, which feels like an entirely nothing day.

How fortunate then, that Liv chose this year to arrange THE BEST surprise birthday party. I showed up at Exposing40’s flat last night to find fizz, nibbles, seven of the best women I know…and a chair. After 45 minutes of drinking and chit-chat, I took off my clothes in the bathroom and returned to that chair, where I spent the rest of the evening in a fluctuating state of at least semi-arousal.

Inspired by this 2015 Malin James story, my first CFNM party was a delight from start to finish. I never felt uncomfortable or weird, I was in a room full of excellent people, and there were enough casual touches, gropes, and appraising glances to remind me on a regular basis that yes, I was actually naked.

Midway through the evening someone passed round pads of paper, and I was invited to strike a pose. They drew me for 15 minutes, we had some more wine, then I went to the bathroom again and put on/in my latest sex toy purchase: a fox tail butt plug, which basically made me feel like a NSFW version of Disney’s Robin Hood.

I sashayed into the room with my tail firmly in place, and knelt on the chair for another quick sketching session.

I was only there for a little over five minutes, but that was enough to send me into a semi-trance, with all the intense butt plug sensations made even more pleasurable by the clenching I had to do in order to keep it in place.

After they’d finished, I gave my tail another couple of twirls and went back to being a plain ol’ human again, albeit one still naked in a room of fully-clothed friends and lovers. For the rest of the evening, I served drinks – of course – acted as a model for a game of kinky charades, and generally tried to maintain my equilibrium in a situation designed to throw it entirely off-kilter. Did I succeed? Well maybe that’s a story for another time.

At the end of the night, I bundled up everyone’s sketches and jumped into an Uber with Liv. I tweeted a few of them this afternoon, but I think this one is my favourite. Drawn by Honey, it feels like it captures both an exceptionally good physical likeness (for five minutes’ work) and the tension in my body as I posed on that chair.

I don’t know what I’ll do with Honey’s drawing, but I do know that whenever I look at it, I’ll instantly think of what turned out to be one of the best birthday parties I’ve ever had.