The lights are low, everybody is tipsy and it's just about time for the real fun to kick off. It's been a long night of dancing, flirting, and drinking and I can hardly remember a time I've had this much fun. It's a curious thing, since I've never really been a partier, nor much of a drinker. But tonight is different, and I think I know why. This isn't any regular party - it's a key party! And nothing gets me as deeply, genuinely excited as hot, kinky sex. I'll bet you feel similarly, dear reader!

I'm not even really unfulfilled in the bedroom as it is. My fiancé is great, and I love him dearly. We've only been together for a few years, but we're confident we're soulmates. He fucks me good and at least entertains most of my odd, kinky requests... including this one! It really was my idea to come to a key swap, and he was definitely reluctant at first. He kept talking about how it wouldn't be fair to trade me for any other woman; I'm probably hotter than any of them. And while part of that sentiment was flattery, it was also his genuine opinion. I obviously wouldn't argue with him anyway, but I found myself agreeing, at least inwardly.

Standing at a modest 5'5", I'm not exactly a super model, but I have that girl-next-door type of appeal, and it's bared for all to see tonight. From my black, strappy, 6" high heels, up my supple, toned legs, along my smooth, voluptuous thighs, the view is only stolen away by the hem of my flowing, black skirt. A large hump protrudes in the back, causing the skirt to rest unevenly: lower in the front, higher in the back. My plump, Latina rump is too curvy for these white girl clothes! At its longest point the skirt only reaches barely halfway down my luscious thighs. The garment flows up and over my broad, motherly hips, coming to a stop just above my navel. There's a brief expanse of exposed skin before my crop top steals away the view once more. It's a long-sleeved sweater, it just happens to stop *right* below my 34E tits. Based on the way they move while I dance, anyone could tell I'm not wearing a bra tonight. My waist length brunette hair is dyed pink from just below my bangs and downward and curled elegantly along the same span. My lips are painted an elegant, innocent baby pink that contrasts my rich, peach skin tone in the loveliest way. The very same shade of blush dances over the bridge of my nose and out to either cheek bone, highlighting the height of the pair. A light dusting of freckles follows the same pattern. I have the biggest, sweetest, richest hazel, doe eyes. They're highlighted with all manner of intricate makeup, not the least of which is a bold border of black eyeliner and mascara. A big, heart shaped earring dangles from either ear, and all of my nails are painted baby pink to really bring the outfit together.

Suffice to say, I'm conventionally attractive.

And that's a lot of the thrill for me! I wasn't always such a bombshell, and getting to give the gift of a night with my body to a stranger is super exciting! I know that sounds a little egotistical, but I swear it comes from a place of humility and a genuine desire to do something nice for another human. This event is organized by FetLife at a large hotel, and everyone is verified and tested for STDs, so we all know we're safe with whoever we end up with.

And at last, it's time to meet our lover for the night. Instead of physical keys, we all have our room number emailed to us. My phone buzzes and I practically jump for joy! One hand scrambles to get it from my purse, meanwhile I lean in toward my fiancé to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"See you in the morning, baby!"

I call out giddily before skipping away toward the elevator, wanting to beat some of the crowd that's sure to form there. Ryan didn't look *super* thrilled, but I'm blinded by my excitement.

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Hiya! I'm Lola, a 25 year old Latina chick from the EST time zone! I saw a post on here about a key party a couple weeks ago and it's been bouncing around in my head. I know how popular cheating is on here, so I threw in a little dash of it. It's not totally necessary though; the story could just as easily be for single people looking for a safe, totally random hookup. I like that angle just as much, if not more in some ways!

Anywho, who are you? Have we met tonight? Maybe danced for a while? Maybe you were rude to me earlier, or even racist, and now you're super smug to open the door and see me in your room for the night. Use your imagination and come up with something that's satisfying for you!

I prefer to write on Discord, but DMs are okay if you don't have it. I won't list my kinks explicitly as I feel it takes away from the realism of the story, and it also makes things a bit robotic and transactional. I'll list my limits, though!

LIMITS: Scat, musk, sweat, gore, vore, blood, and generally anything unhygienic. Also having my character controlled in any way is a sure way to totally kill the vibe!

I can't wait to hear from you! <3