Last week-end, when you look at the penthouse of an upscale, downtown hotel, we went to my sex that is first celebration. I went with a friend of mine—I’ll call her Anne—who’s been bugging me personally to arrive for this specific event for months, regarding the grounds myself a true sex writer until I’ve been to an orgy that I can’t call. Fair sufficient, I Was Thinking.
“It’s the greatest sex party in nyc, most abundant in fun, appealing crowd, ” Anne guaranteed me personally, adding that the attendees are a variety of swingers, “burners” (Burning Man–types), and fetish individuals. We was skeptical. Read More