Party Stories: A True Smorgasbord

This is where I invite you to be the fly on my Hostesses walls. I’ll regale you with the latest story, the incidents that touched me, confused me, even dumbfounded me. Be my Peeping Tabitha.

A True Smorgasbord

When I do five Pleasure Parties in one week, it all seems to blend in together. After all, as I tend to over mention, my memory is not what it once was. Maybe it never was. (Part of getting older is having permission to rewrite your own story, don’t you think?)

This week was definitely a cornucopia of diversity. Not only in terms of my Hostesses/Hosts and guests, but also in the tenor of my presentation. The basic content of my spiel doesn’t change much, but where I focus can.

Sometimes its obvious that the guests want as much education as I can give them. I think about this as a Pleasure Workshop because it’s really all about the biological and physicality of our bodies.“How do we work?”

Other times, it’s all about fun and feeling good, and how to make that better. These are Romance or Passion Parties because they are a celebration of pleasure, and a recognition that we deserve to indulge ourselves and search for bliss.

Then there are those that are indefinable. My presence is only a catalyst to someone else’s behavior. Perhaps a guest who is so uncomfortable that disrupting the party is the only way to deal with their feelings. Or, a party that becomes a litany of “gross, why would anyone do that…” or one person’s need to share every sexual experience ever had. (TMI people!)

This week, there was a little of everything, and as usual, there were some highlights. Grin.

The Mavens

Most of my customers fall between the ages of 25 to 50. Occasionally I am in front of women in their late 50’s and 60’s, and my oldest customer was 78. (She’s my cousin, so I’m not telling you that story, since some of her immediate family read this blog.) I call these women Mavens.

I usually love this older age group because A. they just can’t believe that I’m actually standing in front of them talking about clitorises and anal sex, and B. they are so damn appreciative of the information. (I love being wanted, don’t you?) Watching their faces light up with the understanding that they have power over their own sexual experience is one of the things that makes my job so wonderful.

From time to time though, one of these Mavens just simply cannot digest what she is hearing and just shuts down. She’ll try to make derogatory comments, or brush it off, or even just get up and leave.

This week, the Mavens were fun and amazed and just a little overwhelmed at what definitely turned into a Pleasure Workshop.

The Groupies

Oh, I love them! They make me feel like a Rock Star! Two of my parties this week were filled with my groupies. Most are women, some are their partners. They have been to two, three, sometimes even five or six of my parties. They host, they introduce me to their friends, we become friends. They make the afternoon or evening fly by, it’s like going out with the girls. Thanks, ladies!

The Place

Every year my team of Naughty Nymphettes and I host a Bar Affair for all the people we meet who want to attend, but not host, a party. We find a venue that has a private room and invite tons of people. Our guests graciously buy food and drink from the proprietor, and we in turn give away mega amounts of prizes. This time we raffled off almost $1500 worth of products we had accumulated throughout the year.

I want to give a shout out to Yetti’s, the wonderful Wine (and liquor and beer) Bar and Restaurant in North Portland. At 1914 N Killingsworth St. They don’t have a website yet, but when it’s up, I’ll add it. In the meantime, go visit.

Review from Yelp

They have a broad selection of wine for both in-house consumption and for purchase, a substantial and fun selection of beer, and a great little menu with excellent prices (the aforementioned hot french mini with garlic butter is $2). The food is the main reason we go. Small, constantly changing menu. Nothing fancy, but lovely flavors.

In the summer months, they have a attractive backyard with outdoor seating. Last we went, they had just gotten their liquor license, so they offer cocktails now too. ~Alexis T.

Just go. Yetta is wonderful, her staff is incredibly accommodating and it’s the perfect place for an after work or after dinner relaxed drink and a tasty bite.

The Shoes

If you’ve been following me on Facebook or Twitter you know I did a party for a bunch of gay guys this past weekend. Suffice it to say, it was hilarious! Thank goodness I use my Orgasmic Balls to strengthen my kegel muscles.

The guests ended up being a mix of gay and straight, men and women. This beautiful woman comes in with a pair of gorgeous shoes. Black, 4 1/2 inch heels, bows at the ankles. Talk about shoe envy!

I start gushing about the shoes. And my darling host? “Oh Honey, I have a pair just like that!” He disappears into the coat closet. (Really, like totally in there, rummaging around) And out he comes, in size 13 beeeautiful black pumps and struts through the living room with ATTITUDE, Baby! And that was before the party had even started.

What a night!

The Stats.

5 parties. 0 Food eaten. (I’m on a diet.) 4 glasses red wine. 10 guys attending. 1 Loudmouth Drunk Guest. 5 bookings. $3601 sold. $1800 made. Weekend rating: 6 out of 10.

If you would like to host your own Pleasure Party, contact me and let’s start partying!

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