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Watching all the 18-20 year old girls giddily flaunt their stuff and strut around the club, looking for any warm male with a third leg between their legs after getting in with obviously fake IDs was something I would have enjoyed 20 years ago, but not so much anymore. Not at 40 years old.

The 21-30 year old party girls doing body shots off of each other and grinding and twerking with as many guys and other girls as they can aren't really my speed anymore, I don't think, either. Not after 14 years of marriage and 18 months being newly divorced. I couldn't keep up for more than a night.

The women in their 30s and 40s, the few that showed up here tonight, are either cougars looking for boy toys to have a good time, which is not me in any sense, or want to snare husband and start pumping out babies because their biological clocks are like ticking timebombs.

Why did I show up to this damn place in the first place? I finish my rum and coke and look around the room, hoping for someone, anyone, to give me hope of finding a decent woman who can hold a genuine conversation, but also won't want to move too fast. Hell, I don't even know what I want anymore, after so many years off the market. I am praying I will know it when I see it. I don't see anything that holds my interest more than a possible one night stand, so I head out and drive home. Alone. Again.

Not being able to sleep around 1 AM that night, I find myself scrolling through Reddit mindlessly, reading news, dad jokes and political news when I come across an ad in the middle of my feed. It's for a masquerade party at an old mansion on the edge of town. It highlights the anonymity of the event and being able to converse and explore ones own sexual desires in a safe, non-judgemental environment. Everyone must be 23 and relationship status is not an issue.

I get tired and go to sleep not long after seeing the ad, but it's all I can think of the next morning. Tickets for the event are on sale this morning at 10 and they are limited to 300, 150 men and 150 women. Dress code is semi-final and an identity concealing mask that must remain on at all times is the only other requirement. I have never done anything as outrageous and outlandish as this before, but then again I was married most of my adult life. Clubs and bars were obviously not working, so why not give it a go? Can't be worse than going home alone early again. Maybe I'll have a decent conversation and try something new at least for my efforts.

(Thanks for reading this far. If you want to construct your character's backstory and then start the roleplay when we both arrive at the masquerade party, then hit me up. I love the freedom and drama that anonymity and masks can bring. I am open to many kinks and taboos and like the idea of us eventually learning we have some connection outside the party or we happen to meet at some point in the near future after it.)

Kinks: Age gaps, anonymity, cheating, anal, oral, teasing/flirting, slow build, clothed play, risky/public play, threesomes and foursomes, spanking, dirty talk

Limits: beast, underage, rape, illegal, gore/violence, unrealistic proportions