All of a sudden this weekend, a bunch of friends began passing around the same Business Insider article on Facebook, called “A Beautiful House In Brooklyn Is Secretly Being Used For Upscale Sex Parties” by Megan Rose Dickey.
Uh oh, I thought, having read only the headline .
I immediately knew two things. One, I know the house and parties they’re talking about. Some secret. And two, um, what exactly do you mean by a “beautiful” house is being used for “upscale” sex parties? Keep reading »
When friend had mentioned she’d been to sex parties, I knew I wanted to go, too. Could she bring me along next time, if it wouldn’t be too weird? As it turns out, she would soon be hosting one at her very own house. Sure enough, an invitation came in my email a few days later, sternly worded emphasis on consent.
In preparation, I treated the sex party as if was a date — a group date, of sorts, where I was sure to get laid. So I did what I’d do before a normal date: I shaved the winter fur off my legs, blowdried my mane, and did my eye makeup real fancy. I squeezed into a sequin Forever 21 dress that I first/last wore at a club on my 24th birthday party, then unrolled it off like sausage casing when I realized I couldn’t breathe. I tried on my sweetest LBD and chucked that aside, too, for not being “sexy” enough. I’m supposed to look fuckable at an orgy, right? I’m a slightly overweight feminist WASP with eczema on my ankles. The Victoria’s Secret definition of fuckable isn’t really my look. I settled on jeans, boots, and a gorgeous silk blouse over some pretty lingerie.
Worrying so much about how I looked was a colossal waste of time. Keep reading »
In Eugene, Or., a hotel owner held a decidedly raunchy party in which she told employee attendees to play a game that involved her husband’s penis.
To find out what that sexy game was, and what else happened at the perverted party, read the rest … Keep reading »
The second episode of Secret Diary of a Call Girl aired last night on Showtime, and Belle came out of it as a really endearing character. Basically, she goes to a sex party with a creepy, clingy guy. At the party, she meets and starts hooking up with her favorite author and a couple other people (yes, an orgy). She ditches her date, the guy who paid her to go with him to the party (he’ll get a refund, I’m sure) to go home with the author and his friend. As they’re getting into the car, she gets a bunch of messages from her family saying her sister’s having a baby. She abandons the hot author and the prospect of having an orgy, and goes straight to the hospital wearing her feather-accented outfit. I was really proud of Belle for leaving, even though her sister was pissed that she wasn’t there for the actual birth. Keep reading »