Couple Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

My heart begins to feel a little heavy but I try not to be bothered about what Monique's bothering about. "Let's just go inside, it's masquerade night and they're giving out cool masks when we go in. Cmon." She pulls me as we line up for our turn to go inside the club. I hear the music blaring as I stand in line with Monique. Once we've reached the front line, we showed our fake ID's and we had to choose the masks that were left for us. I picked the gold one, at least it would give my attire some other color aside from black. We placed the masks on, covering our eyes and once I'm in; my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness.

The gold mask of the two covering their eyes until the nose emphasized their very fox like eyes and pointed nose, even with a cover, the Corden admits how handsome the young master is, but falling their glances to the woman beside him, they can already heave a sigh of disappointment. The media personnels was in awe by the two's visual despite wearing mask, they even cursed inside who decided to make the party a masquerade, that way stops them from knowing many hidden big shots. Marcus already realized how helpful it is to him to have this mask, his father must have requested it! As his accompany, Abby Hill went near him and decided to put her arm locked on his, together they ramped their fas

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

Shit, this makes me nervous. "Before you go inside, you must use this, ma'am. Tonight is a special night of the month when we do this masquerade party. So, anyone can meet others without knowing his or her identity." Josh gives me a white lace mask. "Okay, so no one will know me?" "Yes, correct, and here, use this bracelet. Enjoy your night, ma'am." Lucky for me. Not even Selene or Gabriel can't identify me. This is so good.

“You’re crazy.” “I know,” she chuckles. “Plus, here’s the fun part. It’s a masquerade gala and everyone’s showing up with masks on their faces.” “A masked charity event? Boy, that’s something rich people would do. Especially Dominique.” “Who cares? It’s supposed to make the gala more entertaining. I went shopping for both of us,” Monique says as she stands up to grab a shopping bag from the corner of the love seat as she returns to sit next to me. “And I got us both masks.” She grins as she brings out two feathered Venetian masks.

Madame Celeste, 421 8th row west of the quarter, Masquerade Gala (group theme, Wolves in a Snake den) ;) You know what I’m going for Dress, formal must stand out but still blend in Wine red, opened back, tight as fuck, skin for days, shawl, shoes and jewelry to match, and wolf mask masquerade silver, not gold Formal wear 2 men corresponding to the above description, masks, cufflinks, dress shoes, Parade theme Queen of the Rougarous think sexy swamp costumes able to bend and flex to dance, (make it extra sexy) 1 for me (closed back) 2 men No limits to imagination or funding measurements coming closer to date, I have curves to fill because I’m a fat cow, and my bio mother was a sow whore, Ha

Plush velvet chairs were positioned in tiered semicircles around a central platform where a scene was already unfolding. A couple writhed together on a large bed; their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The woman straddled the man, her back arched as she moved with deliberate slowness, savoring each motion. They wore matching black masks that covered the upper halves of their faces, but nothing else concealed their bodies. Holy hell. Around them, perhaps a dozen masked observers sat in rapt attention. Some watched in contemplative silence while others whispered to companions beside them. One woman traced patterns on her partner's thigh as they observed together.

The anonymity of it emboldened me, making the terrifying prospect seem a little less so. The night of the masquerade, Elysium was transformed. Velvet drapes were replaced with shimmering fabrics in deep jewel tones, candelabras cast flickering shadows that danced on the walls, and every patron wore a mask. The usual, everyday faces were gone, replaced by characters from a fever dream. Some chose elaborate Venetian designs, with long, beaked noses and feathers that swayed with every step. Others opted for simple satin dominoes. The music was different, too—a rich, slow melody that pulsed with an intoxicating rhythm. The air was thick with perfume, anticipation, and the silent camaraderie of a

It was softer. --- Venice. St. Mark's Square. The annual Masquerade Ball. The entire city was lost in a haze of mystery and indulgence. I wore a diamond-encrusted butterfly mask and a deep red silk gown. Lorenzo wore a black, half-face mask. He looked like an elegant devil. "Everyone here is pretending to be someone else," he whispered in my ear. "Tonight, who do you want to be?" "A free woman," I answered without a second's thought.

I could hear the self gratification and I looked in the mirror one final time. Every part of me looked different. The point of a masquerade was to not be seen as yourself and I hoped it was going to work far beyond the allure of a costume if only to save me from having to see his entire family once again. “You’re almost done.” I turned to see Dimitris, his costume a near compliment to mine. A black suit that shined with silver stars with a mask that was pure black dotted with gems. He was the night sky and I was those stars and moon that we were admiring tonight. Crossing the room Yvet moved to allow him to reach around me and fasten a silver chain woven as a net that started as a choker. Th