TIFU Halloween Mistake…

I still remember the moment in front of the mirror.

The light was too harsh, my skin too pale, the dress too tight. And yet, I didn’t move. I slowly pulled the thigh-high stockings up, smoothed the black dress over my hips like I was sealing a decision. Lace underneath — delicate, expensive, unnecessary.

Back then, I had a boyfriend. The kind who called me “sensible.” I was loyal. Faithful. I had never done anything I couldn’t explain.

Until that night.

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Joana pushed us to decorate. Pumpkins, candles, fake cobwebs. Cecilia wanted elegance. Katha wanted wine. I just wanted to blend in.

“Wear something that does your legs justice,” Joana teased. I did.

Not for her. Not for him. For something inside me I didn’t understand.

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The party started like any other. Lights, music, voices. Men arrived. Some we knew, some we didn’t. One of them had warm skin, soft lips, eyes like smoke. He didn’t glance at me — he watched. And I felt it in my belly. Deeper.

“You look like someone who’s thinking more than she should,” he said softly. I laughed. “And you sound like the reason why.”

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Cecilia danced barefoot in the living room. Joana was already half on someone’s lap. Katha leaned in the doorway, sipping wine like it was a philosophy lecture — until she kissed a guy with no explanation.

I sat on the edge. Knees together, spine straight, hands gripping my glass. I wanted to leave. I wanted to stay.

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“Want me to stop?” he murmured, close behind me. I froze. He was warm. Grounded.

“If I say yes, will you listen?”

He didn’t answer. He just touched my hand. And everything in me tightened — then softened.

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I don’t know when I ended up in the center. But suddenly, I was there. Standing. In the middle of the room.

The living room had changed. Not louder — denser. Dimmed lights. Less talking, more breathing.

Joana was being kissed, Cecilia moaned softly on the rug, Katha sat with her thighs apart, still in her stockings, surrounded by hands.

And me? Fully dressed. But all eyes on me.

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A hand brushed my hip. A zipper. I turned. “I… I shouldn’t.”

“Then stop me,” he whispered.

I didn’t.

The fabric slipped from my shoulders. My arms held it. Reflex. Then I let go.

Black lace. Stockings. Me. Trembling. Blushing.

“So perfect,” someone whispered behind me.

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Fingers touched my ribs. Gentle. Curious. A kiss on my shoulder. Then another. Lower.

I knelt — slowly. It wasn’t surrender. It was gravity.

He knelt in front of me. Slid my underwear aside. His tongue touched me. Soft. Then deeper.

I gasped. “Not here…”

“Especially here.”

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The bra came off. Freed. Exposed. I didn’t cover myself. I breathed.

They brought me to the couch. I knelt. One behind me. One in front.

“Open your mouth,” one of them said. I hesitated. Then obeyed.

He filled me. The other took me from behind. Hard. Relentless. Rhythmic.

I moaned around him. My ass stung from firm spanks. My cheeks burned. I choked, and begged — not with words, but with my hips.

I came. Body trembling. A scream from my stomach, muffled by skin.

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They let me collapse. Sweating. Raw. Hands trembled. Voice rough.

Then another man. New. He pulled me up.

“You wanna lead now?” he asked.

I nodded. Climbed on top of him. Lowered myself — slow. Deep.

He gasped. I grinned.

I started riding. Steady. Then hard. I rolled my hips, faster. My hands on his chest. My breasts bounced, sweat ran between them.

“Holy fuck, Amelie,” someone murmured.

I looked straight ahead. They all watched.

Cecilia smiled. Katha bit her lip. Joana whispered: “Show them who you are.”

And I did.

I rode. Wild. Shameless. Open. My voice cracked as I cried out. And when I came, I collapsed against his chest, gasping, burning.

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I laid naked on the floor. Only the stockings remained. Red marks on my skin. Wet between my thighs. Hair messy. Eyes blurred. My whole body alive.

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Joana stroked my cheek. Cecilia kissed my shoulder. Katha leaned into me like a sister.

“You okay?” Joana asked.

I nodded. Voice gone. Heart racing. Smiling like I never had before.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like myself.”

Joana just said, “Then we did it right.”

TL;DR i was Single