Sex On The Edge

Sex on the EdgeHello, ladies, love your costumes," says the naked hippie guy who greets us. He's staring at my breasts, but I can hardly blame him: My torso is bare and painted gold except for my bronzed nipples and matching armband. "Thank you," I say, looking past his shoulder. "A girl always has to accessorize her nipples." The theme of this evening's party is Shipwrecked. In my body paint, silver leather shorts and black calf boots, I'm like some randy figurehead on...