First published November, 10, 2023.

Dear Members and Guests,

Our Autumn gatherings were magnificent, and again, worthy of inclusion into The Annals of The Veritas Club. For the mid-October series, we were at a private residence, perched high above the canyons of Beverly Hills. The drive up was windy but once there, under moonlight, there were panoramic views aplenty. Most importantly, within the gated enclave, Members and guests partook in spirited sport and play.

The early weekend began with GOOD CHEER. We assembled an intimate get together reminiscent of our nascent days. Of the first year Members, we only missed Big Easy, The Crimson Fox, and Tinman. With pride, we welcomed back The Nightingale from his far flung adventures around the globe. Years have passed and so, we were delighted that he maintained his vitality and that his bespoke Member jacket still hugged his athletic frame. We were also thrilled to have the enchanting Sorceress join us for the full two days. She initially wore a black dress with strappy red underneath but soon, reacquainted us with her wholly-inked, nude body. What a feast for the eyes.

For those present, Bunnyman and his Muse conducted an interactive, Shibari Masterclass. The curriculum covered sensory depravation and lovers’ rope bondage. For study, learning materials included satin blindbolds, lengths of jute, as well as vibrating instruments of pleasure. With everyone either coupled or throupled up, it was a congenial way to pass the time. Some individuals took things a little bit further, like the lady Koala who readily embraced the stimulation portion of the session. After being freed from rope, she adjusted her dress, climbed atop The Alchemist, and straddled her lust onto his stiff desire. Of course, they were in good company as all appreciated the escalation.

In the south wing of the house, a naked Minx and a sprightly Roo led the testing of the furniture. The Raging Bull, at times, lent his hands and served as a suitable chaperone. Inevitably, some spilt Añejo turned into body shots and even more delectable nipple chasers. The group was joined by a dark-haired beauty who impressed us at a previous gathering, and based on the lipstick marks left and the resultant grin on a prospective Member, she continued to awe and inspire. It was a great warm up for the next night’s adventures.

This past MASQUE welcomed back many familiar faces. We also saw a number of new guests who we met over the summer break. All of the gentlemen wore classic tuxedos while ladies were elegantly dressed. Members distinguished themselves with either their Veritas medallions beneath their black bowties, or they were led around by their Veritas collars.

Upon arrival, the statuesque Goblin Goddess greeted attendees with flutes of champagne. She was in her usual, fine form – sleek and stunning in body-hugging black.

In the main room, Satyr held court. To a captivated audience, he masterfully worked his rope, suspending and twirling our playful Minx who appeared to be extra frisky this night. He employed tools from his boudoir treasure chest with great effect. Unsurprisingly, a queue formed for his talents and services, which he graciously obliged. With subsequent patrons, he elicited ever intensifying moans and liberating sounds of release.

Not yet an hour into this evening, the bedrooms filled. In the corner of one, a masked gentleman stood, while his companion, on her knees, gave extra attention to the head of his swollen member. Meanwhile, another trio, two women and a Sir, were navigating the bed in various states of undress. In the adjacent room, two singles commandeered their own bed. The young lady was on top, as he pumped her from below. She was leant forward and down with her elbows on both sides of his head. They were kissing with such fervent ardor that voyeurs could not help but stare.

Back in the living room, attendees congregated for a display of a similar sort. The Sphinx and her brunette submissive took their passion for each other to the main stage. On the bed, the Domme’s kiss was fast to her lover’s lips. As she guided her into position, her hands roamed her sides, then her breasts. The Sphinx sucked on her pierced nipples until she moaned. Her tongue then focused on her pink bits, circling her button and lapping at her folds, as she simultaneously glided her hands over her stomach and across her chest. As the scene progressed, The Sphinx employed her strapped-on phallus. Almost immediately, the submissive bucked up against her, driven to the brink of ecstasy. They writhed in unison until she climaxed. Then there was applause.

Emerging from the crowd was the brunette beauty who we know as The Butterfly. She wore a striking mask this night which did nothing to conceal her identity but instead served, to reveal her hidden desires, for she was among the first to give stress to our Saint Andrew’s cross. Upon request, she was restrained with her arms up and facing the wooden beams. Her back was arched to accentuate her toned buttocks. Dressed in sheer tulle, she looked ravishing. It was no surprise then that another audience gathered. While some instruments were used to stimulate and tenderize her soft skin, the dexterity of her beau’s left hand offered the perfect amount of blush to her perked up derriere.

Nearby, The Raging Bull had his hands full, satisfying a number of groups and beauties. Of particular note was his encounter with a glowing Luna, an unexpected coupling that no one saw coming. He later took center stage with four others, a guest couple and two ladies, one of which was Roo, who had what appeared to be a filling evening as a vagitarian. Her enthusiasm was infectious as we witnessed many women opening up for her magic touch. At Veritas Club, quality always trumps quantity, so her body count was all the more impressive.

Returning to the bedrooms, masks were on the floor and clothing in piles. The hedonistic activities among participants were well varied but singular in focus towards pleasure. We saw familiar couples sampling each other’s partners and many singles contributing in their own ways to active groups and to each other. Nude bodies were everywhere.

Of course, The Pantheon endured a bit of wear itself. Within, Members and VIPs were free to explore their personal journeys in a roped-off setting. Amongst a more intimate party, The Black Swan revisited one of her first adventures with The Club. In the hands of Bunnyman, she was blindfolded, then seriously bound flat to the bed and had her legs splayed back toward the headboard, as her Master Apollo and a few others looked on. There was no vibrating rope this time, however, as her man had more penetrating activities in mind.

Keen eyes observed that The Alchemist and Koala added another petite plaything to their evening sexcapades. Everywhere they went, they were together, fondling and cuddling each other. When foreplay reached its peak, they also sought refuge in The Pantheon. There, they discarded masks, clothing, and any remaining inhibitions. While the ladies took turns tasting each other’s fruits, The Alchemist dutifully kept pace with frenzied thrusts and determination. All nude, the threesome was explored in every imaginable configuration.

Sincerely,

Veritas Club