We went to our first sex party last night. I was nervous. My boyfriend (we’ll call him “Sam”) had been to sex/kink clubs many times when he lived in another city, but never here, and never a “sex party” (there is a distinction, he assures me). So neither of us were sure what to expect. To top it off, we’d just found out about this party online a week or so ago, and didn’t know anyone who had been before. As we were dressing to leave, we were cautiously optimistic, but tried to prepare for a tame evening so as not to be let down.
We use the first half an hour to take in our surroundings – people are leading others on leashes, everyone is dancing in barely any clothing, drinks are flowing, and the people are, with some exceptions, absolutely gorgeous. Sam and I had dressed incredibly provocatively, and we fit right in. On top of one of the bars, there is a sybian machine which women sit on while their friends control the intensity of the vibrations. After each woman gets off, the plastic wrap on top of the machine is replaced, and another woman gets on. Sam and I watch this for a while (the girl who screamed “more buzz” at the top of her lungs while being choked really gout us going), I briefly make out with a cute boy, and we decide we want to try the “secret room.”