A cage. On-air singing. Whips. Lessons on a certain form of art and just OH MY GOD. Those are the first words that come to mind when I try and think of a way to describe the party at Iron & Stormy’s house this Friday. Just OH MY GOD. Now, I’ve been to their parties many times, but this Friday was like no other. First and foremost, if you’ve never heard Iron sing, try desperately to avoid the nights you know he is planning to do it. The best way to describe it is a cross between a yowling cat and a well, crooning???? Just when we thought the singing would kill us, Brian Lindman appeared sporting a new hot look and we quickly forgot about the singing.
 

“Tata” time came right on schedule and suddenly we were surrounded by some of the most beautiful breasts in Costa Rica! Don’t believe me? You’ll just have to check out the pictures. No sooner did tata time roll around but shortly thereafter, someone broke out a cage and Absinthe Primrose found herself caged. Undeterred, guests danced on top of and around the cage, teasing Abs unmercifully.
 

And while I was camming around capturing pictures of the caging incident (among other things), I started to take note of just how sexual in nature this party had become. I would blush too much trying to describe everything I saw and heard, but here are just a few interesting tidbits: a certain female resident enjoys the nickname “hoover”, a certain male member of the CR executive team moonlights as a 24-hour delivery pizza boy (in game), the McCallister’s have a thing for red heads, a relatively new resident to CR admits that ropes are her thing, Iron himself crowned a certain woman I know CR’s very own “dirty girl” and it was discovered that Alexa and Stiehl have a thing for mud.
 

Many hours after my arrival, I felt as though we had all gotten to, shall we say, know each other, pretty well. Just when I thought it was over and the possibility of getting ahem, closer, non-existent, the group grind (look for yourself) began. Everything post-grind was x-rated and therefore unsuitable to blog about.
 

 

All I can say is this: Friday night, *every* Friday night, Iron & Stormy’s is *the* place to be. In the famous word of SL . . . RAWR!