First things first: If you care about accuracy, we can obviously use bisexual celebrities, such as Frank Ocean or Tyler Blackburn for this story. However, I don't mind turning some other famous men bisexual for this story. Ideally, we would take it a step further and use celebrities as faceclaims for this story, reinventing their identity entirely to create original characters. Let me know which approach you favor.

As for some other men I could see here: Nick Bateman, Idris Elba, Henry Cavill, Jason Momoa - and plenty of male models.

Regarding our heroine, I tend to favor models over actresses or singers, but for this story in particular, models work the best in my opinion. Tell me about some of your favorites, or ask me about mine!

Cannes - a beautiful city on the French Riviera. Luxury hotels, restaurants, and a port overcrowded with yachts whole year round. Still, even in a place of decadence like Cannes, there are these special weeks - weeks where the yachts are just a few feet longer, the hotels five times as expensive, booked out months ahead of time. Getting a table at any restaurant? Only if an assistant started polishing the phone a year ago. Of course, one of such weeks always surrounded the Cannes Film Festival. But what makes this festival so different? Well, the answer is simple.

Cannes is private. Cannes is discreet. Cannes is decadence and debauchery. Once the credits roll, the Crème de la Crème of the film industry sets out to various forms of entertainment. Swinger parties, orgies, and BDSM-societies are not exactly a well-protected secret. Most understand the implications of seeing their favorites on the red carpet - they'd get to indulge in whichever fantasies they might have. And yet, though the world knows about these events, no one knows for sure. No one sees it happen. As established, Cannes is discreet.

Cannes allows these people, always followed by cameras and journalists to finally let go of their paranoia. To be themselves, express themselves, be intimate and vulnerable without being exploited. Even the rich and famous deserve peace from time to time... and this kind of peace only Cannes can offer.

An evening like that did not have to start late. Astroid City, one of the most anticipated movies of the festival's schedule, had its second showing at the Agnès Varda Theatre at 3PM on a Saturday. And once the audience left their chairs behind, Wes Andersons expertise haunting their minds on their way into their limousines, plenty were ready for this other side of Cannes. In one of these vehicles, hidden behind tinted windows, were two handsome men. A bag between them zipped open - and a pair of intricate masks pulled out. One of them resembled a bull, dark leather wrapped around horns that had once indeed belonged to such an animal, golden linings along the seams. The other, just as well-crafted, featured a stag, the antlers shortened, stylized, draped with black chains and diamonds. Sure, women got to experiment with all sorts of dresses, they were every designer's muse - but when Cannes' sides came into balance, the men got to play as well.

By the time the SUV made its way into a garage below the gorgeous mansionoutside the city, they'd long long been drawn into a kiss, their masks ending just above their lips. One muscular hand wandered up the leg of the nervous director, and just as a moan vibrated into their intensity, they came to notice that the car had stopped. The low hum of a violin quartet led the duo to a staircase while their driver disappeared, ready to pick up more guests back at the festival. But the two paid no mind to him anymore. As they walked outside to meet the afternoon sun, fingers intertwined, the two were among their own: Men and women in suits and gorgeous masks, all kinds of animals wandering about the terraces and gardens. Others in the pool often only a mask remaining on their bodies - while other men or women pleased them. Those wore no masks - though that had been a choice they made when they first accepted this invitation. "Pleased to see they started without us", one of the two remarked with a chuckle as they watched their guests enjoy the mansion.

Two years ago, they had renovated the place - precisely for the adventures this festival might offer them. They were the hosts of this event, but only few would know that. All part of the appeal. Anonymity somewhat real, somewhat an illusion they all agreed to accept, the married couple continued their walk along peers, friends, coworkers - guests, all of them, but something entirely different for this evening alone. For the next few hours, the two relished in these experiences. Met people, celebrated their intimacy, fantasies, desires... and every hour, more guests arrived, slowly filling the garden, pools, and salons inside. By the time the sun blanketed their estate with an orange glow, another swarm arrived from a premier - and when the two men, both nude if it was not for their masks, saw her arrive, they were smitten. No mask on her - a role chosen. Of course, the two men knew her, had invited her the same way they had invited hundred others. There she was now, a new arrival, and after the end of yet another passionate kiss, the two pulled themselves out of their pool, striding over to her with Versace blankets wrapped around their hips.

"Welcome, Miss", one of the two began with a soft voice, offering her his hand - the other following suit, stepping beside her with a palm hovering over her waist. "Do you want to swim with us, dear?", he continued the greeting of his spouse...

This started is just an idea, it does not have to be where we start our story - it shall serve to establish the vibe of this adventure, but if you prefer a more intimate setting, that can certainly be done as well. It's all a matter of framing. In your initial message, let me know what kind of scope you'd be looking for, and what kind of dynamic you'd favor.

Also, please tell me about your kinks and limits - and let me know if there are any questions regarding mine!

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg

I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18