Final weekend, within the penthouse of a upscale, downtown hotel, I went to my very first sex celebration. We went by having a friend of mine—I’ll call her Anne—who’s been bugging me to show up for this specific event for months, in the grounds that We can’t phone myself a real intercourse journalist until I’ve gone to an orgy. Fair sufficient, I Was Thinking.

“It’s the greatest intercourse celebration in ny, most abundant in fun, appealing crowd, ” Anne guaranteed me, including that the attendees are a variety of swingers, “burners” (Burning Man–types), and fetish individuals. I became skeptical. Continua a leggere Breathless: that right time I Went Along To a Sex Celebration