Breathless: That Time I Went Along To a Sex Celebration
Last week-end, into the penthouse of an upscale, downtown hotel, we went to my first intercourse celebration. We went having a friend of mine—I’ll call her Anne—who’s been bugging me to arrive for this specific occasion for months, from the grounds that we can’t call myself a real sex author until I’ve visited an orgy. Fair sufficient, We thought.
“It’s the most effective intercourse celebration in ny, most abundant in fun, attractive crowd, ” Anne guaranteed me, incorporating that the attendees are a mixture of swingers, “burners” (Burning Man–types), and fetish individuals. Read More →