Hello to all my wonderful horny male friends here on Lush. Before diving deeply into this memoir segment, I want to make a bold statement. In sharing what I do in all my memoir series publications, I am putting everything on the line. My entire personal life as it pertains to my sexually charged lifestyle is revealed for you to digest and draw conclusions. So, before you go down the rabbit hole of reading and absorbing all the personal information I willingly provide here for your entertainment, realize that you are not partaking in a fictional story but are actually making an investment in getting to know me on a level that only a hand full of personal friends can relate to. So, please remember, if you have not yet made a genuine commitment to thoroughly read and digest what I offer in any of my memoir segments and only spend your time skim-reading through them, it will only lead to misconceptions. Every detail I share here is worthy of reading and should not be discounted or overlooked. Remember, this is an investment in getting to know me, which I hope you find worthy of your time.

In my first two memoir segments, which I have published here for your enjoyment and which I hope you have already read, I shared all the tantalizing details about two of my early sexual adventures that occurred in the early years of my lifelong erotic journey. Now, here in this memoir segment, I am fast-forwarding to current times to share the erotic details regarding another one of my crazy adventures. Over the years, I have regularly participated in numerous sexual endeavors that would make your head spin! Some of these crazy sexual events are small in scale, while others are large and lavish! No matter the theme or number of participants, I consider each noteworthy.

With that in mind, you should know that throughout my life, I have documented every last detail of each and every one of my erotic endeavors in my daily life journals. These journal entries and my highly reliable eidetic (photographic) memory are the primary resources used to build the context of my entire memoir series. With that said, my goal here on Lush is to eventually share as many of my wild sexual experiences as possible. My primary reason for sharing this particular memoir segment at this time is to show you how my addictive erotic passion for sex and sexually pleasuring men has persisted non-stop throughout the years and how I still make a point of putting myself out there whenever the opportunity presents itself to participate in a fantastic man-pleasuring experience! That is what I do! This is my life!

As you know from reading my two prior memoir segments, I not only provided detailed accounts of a couple of my early sexual adventures but also disclosed in-depth personal information about myself in an effort for you to get to know me as if we have been the closest of friends our entire lives. Here, in this memoir segment, I will continue that effort in hopes that the better informed you are about the woman I am, the more relevant you will find what I share about my sexually charged lifestyle to be. I assume you also gathered from my two previous memoir segments that I have an ambitious compulsion to participate in wild sexual adventures that involve groups of men.

One of the primary reasons for this compulsive desire is that I must continuously appease my overwhelming passionate addiction to provide men with the ultimate sexual experience. This is a top priority of mine! This must-have psychotic addiction is hardwired into my brain, and it has only grown more potent with the passage of time. I have very little to no control over this psychological phenomenon.

As a reference for understanding this, you can equate my dependency on the need to sexually pleasure men to that of a confirmed functioning alcoholic who constantly craves a drink in pursuit of that elusive high he seeks. For me, though, it's not about achieving an alcoholic buzz. It's the euphoric high I receive from witnessing the physical and emotional reactions and pleasure men display when they experience my unique, one-of-a-kind sexual abilities! The effect this has on me is akin to the impact of taking a potent mind-altering drug that I can never get enough of.

Another idiosyncrasy of how my brain is wired regarding my compulsion to sexually pleasure men becomes all too evident when too much time elapses between opportunities for me to satisfy my erotic cravings. On the surface, I am a happy, well-adjusted woman. I believe most would say knowing me is a pleasant experience. However, it is a different story for those who know me best, such as my hubby and the small group of close-net friends we hang with. They can easily tell when I am deeply stressed and experiencing mental anguish over issues such as fulfilling a need that I consider to be a life necessity. Whenever I go too long without being able to appease my sexual man-pleasuring cravings, I get extremely restless and agitated. I do my best to control and hide this side of my persona, but the mental urges and anxiety I experience can be emotionally overwhelming. When this happens, it's all hands on deck. My hubby and close friends will go out of their way to help me find or create a situation to rectify the anguish I am experiencing due to my unique sexually charged mindset.

Time and time again, my hubby and close friends have come through for me over the years. I can't tell you how blessed I am to have a husband and friends who understand the complexity of how my mind is wired and how seriously my sanity depends on the ability to feed my compulsive disorder to sexually pleasure men in the most unique and elaborate ways. You also need to know that my hubby, Joe, has, from day one when we met in college, supported all my quirky sexual passions to sexually pleasuring men in the most unique and creative ways. He goes to great lengths to help me feed my psychotic sexual addiction.

In this particular segment from my memoir series, I will be describing in detail how, just by chance, when I happened to be deep in the midst of one of these sexual dry spells and in crisis mode, my hubby and close friends once again stepped up and came through for me. I firmly believe that everything that happens in my life does so for a reason. This erotic adventure was just one more of those occasions that lends credence to my conviction that fulfilling men's sexual dreams is my life's destiny.

When I refer to the close friends my hubby and I were blessed with, I am talking about three couples and two single men. I will not spend much time on who these friends are or the friendship dynamic between us all, as that is thoroughly covered in another portion of my memoir. However, based on what happens in this memoir segment, it is imperative that you know who our friends are, so I will share their names and some basic information about them. You should also know that, for the most part, the events that occur within the confines of this memoir segment involved only our male friends, not the ladies. The three couples are Lisa and Mark, Karen and Dave, plus Jen and Steve. The two single men are Josh and Jay. The three women I just named are the ladies I often refer to as my three besties. The ten of us are as close as you can imagine. We have had monthly play parties as a group for twenty years. So, we all know each other intimately.

To summarize the personal information I am sharing here about myself, let me say that I realize how utterly crazy my mental and emotional traits may sound. Why would any woman stress over something so absurd as not being able to sexually pleasure men on a regular basis? To answer that you have to understand me on a much deeper level. In my last memoir segment, I described my unusual mental acuities and attributes. I shared that I have an extremely high IQ and an Eidetic, otherwise known as photography memory. I also alluded to the fact that my body is internally structured differently. So different that the medical community has extensively studied my body's physicality. I won't go into all the details here about my body's physically unique traits, but due to the nature of what took place during this crazy adventure and to further your knowledge about me, I will, for the first time, reveal the uniquely special act I am capable of performing on men that is only possible because of my one-of-a-kind physical attributes. Just know that as I grew into adulthood, it was discovered that my unique physical makeup was a true blessing when it came to my ability to sexually pleasure men in the most extraordinary ways.

My teen and early adult years were a confusing time in my life. However, as the year passed in those early days, it became crystal clear what life had in store for me and what I was meant to do. One crucial aspect that made itself clear early on is the fact that there was a strong correlation between how my body is physically unique and the unusual way my brain is programmed to view the world and everything in it. These physical and mental attributes complement each other. Statistically speaking, from a psychological standpoint, I belong to a tiny fraction of the general population. From a physical standpoint, I statically stand alone in a world where there is no other female human like me, which has been medically evaluated and proven.

If you were to Google Eidetic memory and research the small percentage of people who possess this uncommon quality, you would find that it is quite prevalent for this unique group of people to be reclusive and have many not-so-savory mental issues. When you add to that my intellectual status, having an IQ of one hundred forty-eight, plus the fact that I possess one-of-a-kind physical traits, it is a wonder that I was not institutionalized…lol.

So, the fact that I am psychologically and physically stable other than having an overwhelming mental propensity for sex and sexually pleasuring men and that I emotionally agonize when experiencing drought periods between the times I have the opportunity to do what my brain is wired to do, is not so bad. I could be a whole lot worse off. I feel I am incredibly blessed to live the mostly normal life I do, even though it comes with a few high-profile quirks, considering that others who have these same mental abnormalities live with many debilitating psychological issues.

Now, I also realize that what I say about myself here might be misconstrued as boastful commentary. However, what I am sharing is simply the facts. Without the opportunity to get to know me in person, documenting the facts in my memoir is the only means at my disposal for painting a complete picture of myself for you. I know what I say could easily be misconstrued, so please don't take what I share in the wrong light. I am not prone to being boastful. There is no room for that kind of attitude in my already cluttered mind…lol. No brag, just fact! With that said, I hope you can now understand why I make the claim that I am not your typical woman and that my brain is wired differently. I don't view the world around me in the usual sense. My world is framed from a unique perspective unlike any other.

So, now that I have provided you with more personal details about myself and my crazy sexually charged lifestyle, as I made a point of doing in each of my memoir segments, I hope you feel as though you have a better understanding of who I am and feel that you are getting to know me on a much deeper, intimate level. In the long run, I genuinely hope this additional information helps you feel closer to me as you digest all the sultry details I share in the following dissertation regarding another one of my crazy man-pleasuring sexual adventures.

Now, for those of you old enough to remember Paul Harvey and his radio broadcast from back in the day. In his infamous words, here is "The Rest Of The Story."

The following events occurred between May 13th and June 10th, 2023.

My birthday is on May 20th, and one week before my 50th birthday, my hubby came home from his usual Saturday golf match at the country club with our close friends, Mark, Dave, and Steve. He got home later than normal, but I know he and the guys sometimes go shoot pool and drink a few beers at the local pool hall after golfing, so I didn't think much about the fact that he was running late. When he came into the house, he seemed rather excited and told me he had great news that he was sure I would love. I could tell right away that he had a pretty good buzz going. So, I figured he and the guys had gone somewhere to continue drinking after leaving the golf course. Upon making the announcement, he did, I was anxious for him to continue. 

Excitedly, Joe said, "Bit, you won't believe this! The guys and I have arranged the perfect birthday present for you. You won't receive it on your birthday; it will be a month after your birthday, but once I tell you what we cooked up, I am sure you won't mind waiting. I know you'll be thrilled, Bit!"

We sat down at our kitchen table, and Joe told me about what had happened on the golf course and what had happened after he and the guys had finished golfing.

Joe said, "Me and guys met this foursome today that were waiting to tee off at the same time we were. The course was busy today, and because it rained this morning, there was a backup teeing off. The ranger at the first hole asked us and this other foursome if we would be willing to play together to help pick up the pace. That's something that rarely happens. We were happy to help, so all eight of us teed off together. Long story short, the guys and I really hit it off with the guys in the other foursome. They are a bit younger than us, but we all had a good time. Two of them are married, and the other two are both engaged. They look to be in their early to mid-thirties.

I got the impression they were a pretty easygoing group of guys. They all golfed well, too. There was one named Randy. He and I hit off from the start. The more we got to know each other, the more it seemed we had in common. One of the things we found out about these guys was that they enjoyed shooting pool, and since the guys and I were already planning on going to TJ's after golf to shoot some pool, we invited these guys to go along. When we asked if they wanted to go to TJ's, the guy named Randy said he and his crew were already planning on going back to his place to shoot pool. He said his wife was at her sister's for the night, so he and his friends were going to throw back a few beers and shoot some pool. He said Mark, Dave, Steve, and I were welcome to join them. So, after golf, we followed Randy, Ken, Zach, and JR back to Randy's place.

Randy and Ken are the two married guys out of the four. Plus, they are neighbors. So, you can see how that struck a chord with me and the guys considering our situation. And I have to say, Randy and his wife have a nice place. They live in a subdivision named New Haven on the west side of town. It looks like a pretty nice community. Anyways, Randy has a nice man cave in his basement. It's a lot like our Pub Room, with a nice-looking full-size wet bar that seats twelve. The other two guys are Zach and JR. They said Zach is getting married next month, and JR is getting married next summer."

I listened intently to Joe describe his and the guys' interaction with their new golf buddies. Still, I wondered why he initially told me I would be thrilled with the news he had to share with me.

I said, "Joe, that's great that you guys made some new friends, but what's the exciting news you told me you had? You said something about a belated birthday present that I would be thrilled about."

Joe said, "Hold on. I'm getting there. I want to be sure to give you the backdrop for what I know you're going to love hearing about."

"Alright, I won't interrupt anymore. Tell me everything," I said.

Joe continued. "Okay, okay, I'll get to the good part as quickly as possible. Just humor me here. I know you'll be very excited, especially considering the funk you've been in lately.

Anyway, we were shooting pool, and you know how Mark is when he's drinking beer. He has to piss after every two beers. He's my best friend, but I swear he must have a bladder the size of an acorn."

We both chuckled. Joe was right. Mark does have to pee a lot when it comes to drinking beer. I can testify to that for reasons I won't say here in this memoir segment.

Joe continued. "So, anyways, Mark asked Randy where the restroom was, and Randy said back there, pointing to a corner of the room where there was a small alcove next to the end of the bar. I saw two doorways located where he pointed. I watched as Mark made his way over there. I saw him open one of the doors and flip a light switch, but he stopped short of going in. He glanced at Randy, and I heard him say. I guess I picked the wrong door. He flipped the light switch off and then disappeared into the other doorway. So, per Mark's screw-up, I now knew which door was the right one for the restroom.

We played a few more rounds of pool, and then Zach and JR announced they were leaving. The rest of us decide to take a break from the pool table. We all went over to the bar and grabbed a seat. Randy took up a position standing behind the bar after drawing another cold one for himself and me. The six of us left were just shooting the shit and getting to know one another better when Randy brought up the topic of Zach's upcoming wedding next month. With Ken nodding in reaction to everything Randy was saying, Randy told Mark, me, Dave, and Steve how tight he, Ken, Zach, and JR were. He said the four of us have been close friends for decades. Dave interrupted, saying it was the same for the four of us. Randy said I figured that might be the case, considering what you guys have told us so far. Randy went on to say that Ken and JR were going to be groomsmen at Zach's wedding and that Zach had asked him to be his best man. 

Joe told me Randy said since he was the best man and it fell on him to have the bachelor party, he planned to make it a wild night that Zach would not soon forget, and the stag party would be held there in his man cave. He didn't have all the details worked out yet, but he and Ken had been bouncing some ideas around. Ken chimed in and said that he and Randy had been calling some escort services but so far had not been successful in finding any that had girls who would do anything more than a strip tease act. They were hoping for a little more action than just a strip show. That's when Randy asked Mark, me, Dave, and Steve if we knew of an escort service or possibly any girls that would provide the kind of entertaining services they were looking for at a reasonable price."

At this point, I had a good idea where Joe was going with this conversation, and I must have subconsciously given Joe a look that gave away my intuition about what he would say next because he said, "Wait… I know what you're thinking, Bit, but let me finish. When Randy asked that, it was like a light bulb lit up in our heads. Mark, Dave, and Steve were all staring straight at me but not saying a word. The silent pause was so long that Randy started laughing and said, I must have hit on something with the look on all four of your faces. I'm guessing I hit pay dirt, or you guys are jerking my chain with that reaction to my question."

Mark spoke up and said, "Randy, give us just a minute. We might be able to help you out, but first, let me ask you something. '

 "Randy said, "Sure, anything. What do you want to know?"

 Mark said, "That room over there, the one next to the bathroom. I accidentally opened the door to that room, thinking it was the bathroom earlier. It looks like a storage room. Is that what it is?"

Randy shook his head and, in a confused tone, said, "Yeah, you're right. It's just a storage room."

Then Mark asked, "Do you mind if I show Joe something I saw when I accidentally opened the door earlier?"

With a puzzled look, Randy said, "No, go right ahead, but what was it you saw that was so interesting?"

Mark ignored Randy's question and said, "Joe, follow me."

Joe continued, "We walked over to the storage room door. Mark opened it, flipped on the light, and asked if I saw anything that looked interesting on the back wall. Randy and the other guys moved to the end of the bar closest to the storage room. They all were very curious to find out what Mark saw in the storage room that caught his attention. I looked at the back wall but had no idea what Mark was talking about.

Then Mark whispered in my ear, saying, let me give you a hint. He asked if I still had that set of leather ankle and wrist restraint cuffs we used on you girls when we had that special play party back in 2012. I looked back at the wall, and then it hit me. I smiled at Mark and softly answered, yep, I do still have those cuffs. He whispered in my ear again. He said we all know the deep funk that Bit has been in for quite some time now. Don't you think this would be the perfect solution to cheer her up and bring her out of that funk?

I told him, you are so right, my friend! How in the hell did you happen to see those metal cleats and think of that when you only had time for a quick glance while accidentally opening a door that you thought was the bathroom? Mark shrugged and told me it just hit him like a lead balloon. He said that as soon as Randy mentioned having a stag party for Zach and asked if we had any leads on some hot entertainment, he instantly thought of you, Bit, as we all did. However, he also recalled the image of the metal cleats on the wall of Randy's storage room, and he remembered us having those leather restraint cuffs. He said he immediately put two and two together and envisioned you hanging there on the wall, spread wide, with a huge smile on your face! I told Mark he was a genius! And I believe the cleats are located at the perfect height off the floor. We'll just have to hang you up there and hope for the best. 

So, that's why I am so excited, Bit. We, or I should say Mark, came up with this fantastic idea to get you what you have been craving and stressing over for quite some time now. If you like the idea, you have Mark to thank. I can't take the credit for this one, Bit."

Joe was right! I was beside myself and totally thrilled! When Joe said he had great news for me, he wasn't kidding! I had been waiting patiently for an opportunity like this for a long time. It had been several years since my last big man-pleasuring adventure, and even though I had done my best to control my emotions, I knew our close friends, and Joe could tell I was stressed.

Joe said, "There's still more to tell you, Bit. Mark may have quickly conceived the plan for how to do this, but I did have a hand in orchestrating the whole thing with Randy. When Mark and I stood in the storage room doorway whispering back and forth to each other, Randy and the others were behind us at the bar, getting antsy. A few minutes passed, and Randy was anxious to know what Mark and I were discussing. He asked us what in the hell we were doing and what was so interesting about his storage room?"

I was sitting there on pins and needles, hanging on every word Joe spoke. I could hardly contain my excitement! My mind was racing a million miles per second, thinking about how fantastic it would be to get my mojo back!

Joe continued filling me in on what transpired at Randy's place. He said, "Before closing the door to the storage room, Mark, still whispering, asked me how we would handle this with Randy. I told him don't worry, I got this. Just follow my lead. We moved back around to our seats at the bar, and Randy said, what's all the whispering about, and what's so interesting about my storage room? Did your conversation have anything to do with my question about finding the entertainment I want for Zach's party?

I raised my glass and asked Randy if he would pour me another beer. He grabbed my glass, and as he drew my beer, I said I think we can help you with your entertainment needs, Randy. He grinned and said, oh yeah, what do you have in mind? I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. As he sat my beer down in front of me, I showed him a hot photo of you, Bit! He took my phone and pulled it close to get a good look, then turned it around and showed the picture to Ken. Both their reactions were to die for! I figured the photos I pulled up would raise their eyebrows, and it did just that!" Joe chuckled.

I asked Joe which pic he had shown them. He showed it to me. It was one of the numerous spread pics he has taken of me over the years. It featured my pussy all swollen and wet.

Joe said, "When Ken saw the photo, he said wow, who's the hottie?"

 Joe also told me he made up a little white lie. He said, "I told them you were a friend of ours, and Randy replied by saying, well, that one spicy-looking little redhead you have as a friend! So, is she just a friend or a hooker friend? I told him you're not a hooker, just a free-spirited lady friend of ours. The next question out of Randy's mouth was, so what kind of entertainment would she be willing to do, and if she's not a hooker, what is she going to want for doing this? I told them you go by the nickname Little Bit, or you can just refer to her like we do. Just call her Bit. Randy said all right, so what will Bit want for doing this? I told him you wouldn't want anything and would be more than pleased to be the entertainment for the night. I added that you are as clean as a whistle, too. His eyes opened up real wide when I said that! Then Mark chimed in and said yeah, Bit will make your head spin! She can do things with that hot little body you never dreamed of!"

I giggled and told Joe, "You should have just told them the truth. That I was your wife."

Joe shook his head and said, "No, I didn't want to do that because then I would have to get into too many details about why my wife would do something like this, and I didn't want to go down that road. You know, Bit, being honest with people about you is not always as easy as it might seem." Joe chuckled.

I said, "All right, that makes sense. I understand. We will keep my true identity on the down low."

Joe continued, "Randy said, what was the deal with you guys checking out my storage room? That must have something to do with this."

I replied, "Yeah, it does. "Mark pointed out to me that there are metal cleats mounted on the back wall of your storage room. Yeah, they were there when I bought the house. So, what about them? Randy asked.

I replied, "Well, it's like this. Bit enjoys being restrained when entertaining a group of men. We have done this kind of thing with her before. We have a set of wrist/ankle cuffs. We would use them to mount her in a spread-eagle position on your wall using those existing wall brackets as mounting points. Mark and I are pretty confident that Bit's tight little pussy and ass would be at the perfect height for penetration for a man of average height. Of course, we would check that when we mount her and make any necessary adjustments."

Randy remarked. "So, the idea would be that this Bit girl would be mounted on my storage room wall the whole time? She wouldn't be out here in the main room at all?"

"That's right," Joe said.

Joe told me Randy paused momentarily as if contemplating this whole bizarre idea. Then he smiled real big and said, "Damn, I like your idea! That means we could have her set and ready to go before anyone gets here! We can make the party entertainment a complete surprise for Zach and everyone coming to celebrate Zach's last days of freedom!"

Randy laughed at his sarcastic remark, as did all of us.

Joe said, "Absolutely, she would be a surprise! Just imagine Zach's face when he sees the entertainment you got for his stag party! Plus, with the storage room tucked away in the corner and having a door, taking advantage of the party entertainment would be completely private. By the way, how many guys are you planning on inviting?"

Randy said, "There should be around twenty to twenty-five guys here for the party if they all show up. Is that too many for your friend, Bit?"

"No, not at all," Joe replied.

Randy then looked at Dave and Steve and said, "I haven't heard you two say anything about this girl. Do the two of you know her like Joe and Mark do?"

Dave responded, "Oh yeah, we know her just like Joe and Mark, and she can do things for men that will blow your mind! One of Bit's special man-pleasuring techniques is being able to bring men off in her pleasure holes without a guy needing to pump in and out of her. All you need to do is stick your cock all the way in either of her two lower pleasure holes and then hold still. She will treat your cock to a milking like you have never known, especially with that tight little puckered butt hole of hers! So taking advantage of what she has to offer does come with a little bit of a learning curve.

"I would suggest that you inform Zach and all your friends at the onset of the party to try out her no-pumping needed, pleasuring technique. Otherwise, it will still feel fantastic, pumping away, but in my opinion, not allowing Bit to work her magic on your cock is like throwing away a winning lottery ticket!"

Steve added his two cents worth in, too. He said, "Dave's not exaggerating about Bit's man-pleasuring abilities! Her body is internally structured differently than any other woman's body. And because of that, she is capable of doing totally unnatural things to a man's cock! I will tell you, Randy, once you experience Bit's special anal cock pleasuring magic, you will be hooked for life! Just stick your cock in Bit's tight anal tunnel, hold still, and hold on! She will take you to a euphoric state of mind you have never experienced before! Be prepared to experience the most bizarre sensation of your life! She will have you groaning and unloading the biggest cum load of your life deep into her! That's a fact! You can take that to the bank! As Dave said, be sure to inform all the guys at the party about how to take full advantage of what she's got to offer before they enter the storage room."

Randy said, "Damn, I sure am glad we met you guys today on the golf course! If this girl Bit is half of what you guys are saying, she's a stag party dream come true! All right, well, you convinced me. Let's do this! You guys are sure she will be on board for this?"

Joe quickly said, "Oh, absolutely she will be! You don't have to worry about that."

Randy responded, "This is going to be one hell of a stag party! My plan is to have the party on Saturday, June 10th. Does that work for you guys, and do you think it will work for your friend, Little Bit?"

Joe replied, "That's perfect. June 10th it is."

Then Randy said, "Oh, there are a couple of other details we need to go over. I will have to stay in close contact with you guys on the day of the party. My wife can't find out anything about this. She will be going to the bachelorette party for Zach's fiancée. I think her plan is to stay overnight. That means you guys will need to bring Bit to the party after my wife leaves but before Zach or any of the guys show up. Then we can play it by ear regarding when I need Bit to be out of here. We can work out the timing for Bit's arrival and departure that day. I want to be sure she's all set up and ready to go, though, before anyone gets here, especially Zach. Oh, and Ken, you need to keep all this to yourself. Don't tell anyone about what we arranged here tonight, not even JR."

Ken said, "That's not a problem."

Randy added, "I guess it goes without saying that if we get together with you guys again before Zach's party, that mums the word."

"Of course, we won't say a word," Joe replied.

Joe told me he and Randy exchanged phone numbers. Joe also said he sent Randy a text with a couple of photos of me attached, just so my image would stay fresh in his mind.

However, when Randy opened the text and saw my pics, he said, "Damn, it's a shame I have to delete these. She's one hell of a hottie, but I can't have these pics on my phone. My wife might see them."

Joe said, "Before deleting them, Randy showed the pics to Ken."

Ken remarked, "Where in the hell did you guys meet a girl like this? She's gorgeous!" I can't wait to tap that hot pussy and ass and try out her milking technique you guys are talking about!"

Then Joe, in an effort to throw off answering Ken's question, said, "Oh, there is one thing that I have to insist on that we make sure to have in place before any of the guys go into the storage room with Bit. You will need to collect everyone's phones, Randy. She will not do this if the guys have their phones on them. There can't be any pics taken of her. And it can't be a deal where the guys are asked to comply with this request. I will need to see that the phones have been collected or left behind at the bar before they enter the storage room. Are you good with that, Randy? Randy agreed and understood and would put a box on the bar for the guys to put their phones in before entering the storage room."

Joe told me they drank a few more beers and answered some more of Randy and Ken's questions, and then Randy's wife got home, so that ended the night. Joe said he didn't meet or even see Randy's wife. She never came down to the man cave.

After hearing all about the day and night Joe, Mark, Dave, and Steve had on the golf course and then at Randy's place, I was floating on cloud nine! Just thinking about what Joe and the guys had arranged for me had me giddy with delight! Now I had something to look forward to. I couldn't wait for June 10th to get here!

When I talked to Lisa, Karen, and Jen, they had already received the news from their hubbies about my upcoming adventure. They were happy for me, knowing that I would soon be receiving relief from the mental anguish I had been dealing with for quite some time now. 

When I saw my three besties the next day after Joe informed me about what had been arranged, Lisa said, "I can already tell this news is having a positive impact on you, Bit. I'm noticing subtle changes in your attitude already. Lisa knows me all too well."

She was right. The anticipation of this coming adventure I would be participating in was reflected in my attitude. I felt as though a giant weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I had participated in many insane sexual adventures over the years, like the one Joe and Mark had just by happenstance arranged for me—some similar and some far more outrageous. Still, the older I get, the more I feel a sense of urgency to feed my overwhelming addiction to serve men in outrageous sexual ways. I was so looking forward to the thrill of seeing the look of pure sexual bliss on the faces of this group of horny men and basking in the warmth of the euphoric, rewarding sensation I knew I would feel!

This forthcoming adventure was going to recharge me. The timing of this crazy opportunity couldn't have been better. Who would have thought that when my hubby and three of my best male friends went off to the golf course that Saturday afternoon, the outcome would result in me receiving the opportunity to perform once again what I firmly believe to be my life's mission?

While discussing details about my upcoming adventure with my three besties, I made a bold decision to deviate from what has always been my signature look when participating in one of my planned sexual endeavors. Going all the way back to my very first wild sexual adventure with the Frat Brothers in my freshman year of college, I have always worn black thigh-high stockings and six-inch heels. Those two items were the only things mandated by the fraternity that I wear while performing as the primary source of entertainment for their parties.

At that time, my impressible, sexually charged, eighteen-year-old mind interpleaded this direction from the fraternity leadership to mean that men must enjoy viewing their sexual conquests wearing these two particular clothing items. With that first crazy sexual adventure influencing me to the degree it did and setting a presidency for how my life would play out, I have faithfully worn these two items throughout the years whenever I performed for a group of men. Black lacy top, thigh-high stockings, and six-heels became my signature look.

This time, however, I decided to change things up and go all-natural. Completely nude, no sexy outfit, no stockings, and no heels. You may think this decision is insignificant, but for me, doing this after more than thirty years of repeatedly dressing in a manner that I believe was the best way to make a first impression on men was a bold choice. In my mind, there is no detail too small to contemplate when it comes to my determination for how best to arouse men sexually. I firmly believe the manner in which I portray myself to men has a lot to do with their overall sexual happiness.

After countless past experiences where men have run their hands up and down my stocking-clad legs and witnessed their reaction to the feel of the slick, silky stocking material, I was hopeful that the response to feeling my bare-skinned legs would be just as appealing this time.

Plus, I thought there possibly may be some in this group of guys who have a foot fetish, and with my tiny feet and toes exposed, this might possibly be an added delight.

Even though I have been restrained many times in the past while participating in sexual escapades, this was going to be the first time I had ever been mounted on a wall in this manner. I can't say for sure, but I suspect it might feel similar to how I was mounted on the BOD Presentation Device (BPD) at the fraternity parties back in my college days. I am so looking forward to this new adventure.

If my suspicions are correct and it does feel similar to how I was mounted on the BPD, it will be like Deja Vu. Coming full circle and experiencing similar sensations will emotionally take me back to those days when my lifelong erotic journey was just beginning. The only difference between then and now is having thirty years of expertise in sexually pleasuring men under my belt. Therefore, the men I perform for now greatly benefit from all those years of experience I have gained.

In the coming weeks following the initial meeting with Randy and his friends on the golf course, plus arranging for me to be the erotic entertainment for a stag party, Joe and the guys golfed, shot pool, and got together to play poker with Randy and his buddies. Joe and the guys also got Jay and Josh involved. They, too, were invited to the upcoming bachelor party for Randy's buddy, Zach. Joe kept me in the loop. After any of the meetings with Randy, Joe always informed me about any conversation that involved me and the upcoming bachelor party.

One of the things I told Joe to be sure and to let Randy know was that I would be gagged the entire time, making it impossible for me to speak. Now, you might be curious as to why I prefer being gagged instead of being allowed to speak freely while performing for guys when restrained. You might even ask, isn't it uncomfortable being gagged for hours on end? The answer to that is yes. Being gagged for an extended period is not the most comfortable thing. However, I learned early on from my involvement with the fraternity brothers in college when I was the primary entertainment at their parties that being gagged was actually beneficial. It meant the guys knew from the start that there could be no verbal communication with me.

The guys would be informed that they could say anything they wanted to me, but of course, I would be unable to respond. I liked it that way. Being unable to speak to the guys or reply to their comments kept the situation neutral for me. If I could talk, the guys would expect me to, which could make for an awkward scenario, and I didn't want to be in that position. Not to mention, if I could verbally respond, it would more than likely dramatically increase the time each of them spent with me. The fraternity leadership knew this. So, to keep the time each guy interacted with me to a minimum and keep up a reasonably quick pace simply due to the sheer number of guys at their parties waiting their turn to be with me, they made a point of keeping me securely gagged for the duration of the party.

Joe said he also asked Randy if he had any other entertainment planned for the party besides drinking, shooting pool, and me. Randy said he had a handful of porn videos he planned to play on his big screen, plus a few drinking games. The day after that, Randy called Joe. He told Joe after discussing what his plans were with him the day before, he got to thinking more about his idea to play porn videos which got him wondering if there were any erotic videos of me, and if there were, would I be willing to allow him to play them at the party as a precursor to my introduction as the party's main entertainment.

He said just before laying down to bed the night before it dawned on him that he had not yet thought about how to present me to Zach and all the guys attending the party. Randy went on to say his idea for playing porn videos was to purposely get the guys charged up. He told Joe that when he first announced the date for the party, which was before he met Joe, the group of friends he had already invited had high expectations of the party having a strong sexual vibe. They all agreed they wanted Zach's bachelorhood to end with a big bang. Several made entertainment suggestions and provided him with contact information for hiring strippers. So, with their expectations so high, he didn't want to disappoint them.

Randy said he got to thinking that if Bit has such a renowned sexual portfolio, possibly there was a spicy video of her that he could use to aid him in introducing her. He wanted Joe to find out and get back to him as soon as possible so he could finalize his ideas for presenting me. He also said that since Joe knew me so well, he wondered if Joe would help with the introduction, which Joe immediately agreed to do. Joe also told Randy he would check on the availability of a video of me and get back to him.

After that conversation with Randy, Joe told me he was highly impressed with Randy's enthusiasm for making this party a real success. And, on the subject of a video, Joe suggested we make a short video clip that could be used as a precursor to introducing me. In all my past experiences with planning out a wild sexual adventure, I have never done anything like making a video to be shown to a group of guys as a lead into my performing for them. If I were to share with you more about my past erotic adventures beyond the ones I have already published as memoir segments here on Lush, you would find that, for the most part, the guys attending the parties that I was involved in were already aware that either I or some female was going to be performing for their entertainment.

The idea that I would be a surprise for this group of guys was unique, and I saw this as a golden opportunity. This was an exciting challenge! As Joe and I were getting ready to make the video that Randy wanted, it occurred to me that since Randy had asked Joe to help with my introduction, this video could also be used as an instructional tool as well as a visual prop for getting the guys pumped up. A video would be the perfect tool to help explain my special and unique man-pleasuring abilities and how best to take full advantage of them. This would ensure they got the most out of their interaction with me. That way, Randy wouldn't have to attempt to explain something he knew nothing about. Joe, who has had plenty of practice explaining my special pleasuring techniques, would have no problem promoting my abilities. He could show the video, give the guys the instructions they needed, and field any questions they might have. 

The directions really are simple, but due to the oddity of what you're telling guys to do, it doesn't always sink in the first time, especially if they have been drinking…lol. Hopefully, Randy plays the video early enough that the guys are not too tanked and can still clearly comprehend the simple instructions Joe would give them. It's frustrating when guys just pump away and don't realize because of being too drunk or not fully listening to the directions, or simply just too cocky for their own good, that they miss out on the sexual experience of a lifetime. It's a shame when this happens; I feel bad for them.

Randy's idea of having a video of me to aid in presenting me to all the partygoers was turning out to be an excellent idea. Another nice feature of making a video was that I could introduce myself, allowing the guys to hear my voice. I know from my experience with men that a pleasant voice can be very helpful when it comes to their arousal. Plus, with me being gagged, this would be the only opportunity for these guys to hear my voice.  

It took Joe and me only about an hour to make a very arousing and informative short video clip. Once we were happy with it, Joe copied the video to an SD card that Randy could use to play it on his big-screen television in his man cave. Joe called Randy back and told him that he and I had made a special video just for his party and that all he would need to do was play the video and introduce Joe, who would take responsibility for describing how to have the best time with me and answering any questions the guys might have. Joe said Randy was thrilled to hear this news!

Randy also informed Joe that if things went according to plan, he would have a porn video running for about the first hour. Then he would introduce Joe and start the video clip we made. This meant I would literally be hanging out in the storage room for approximately two hours before my surprise introduction occurred. Apparently, I was going to find out if I was still as limber as when I was a BOD mounted on the BPD back in college… ha-ha.

It seemed as though this crazy adventure was coming together quite nicely. It turned out to be a real blessing that the party was a month out from when Joe and our guys met Randy and his crew on the golf course. That month gave Randy and Joe the time they needed to work out all the incidental details, which would hopefully make this stag party a true success. At least, that's how it felt. Of course, we wouldn't really know if it was a success until the party ended.

Continued on Part Two