A Wicked Orgy Caught Between Heaven and Hell
Will you listen to the devil or the angel on your shoulder?
Her blonde hair fell over her face, her white, feathered wings spreading out behind her. In the blue glow of the LED lights, she looked even more angelic than the costume she was wearing. The theme of the party, Heaven & Hell, was made for Layla. The strappy pale green brought to mind a classic Victoria’s Secret angel. Only the mischievous glint in her eye offered a hint that she wasn’t as innocent as her outfit made her appear.
In contrast, my thigh-high vinyl boots, leather harness, dark makeup, and glittery devil horns took on a more sinister look in the same blue lights. Ryan looked at us both, one on either side of him, clearly uncertain which of us he should give in to. We played into the image — angel on one side, devil on the other, and a corruptible man between us.
Behind us on the bed, Ryan’s wife was another devil in strappy red leather harnesses. She was crouched over my husband, dressed as a debonair Lucifer, and Layla’s husband, dressed in angelic white linen. This orgy, between six close friends, was two years overdue. Some of us had been together in more intimate settings before, but the six of us had never given in to the tension as a group before. The theme night lent itself perfectly to a sinful scene.
