Can you go to an orgy and not notice?
Yes. I did.
In my world, the Secret Garden Party’s Bacchanalia Ball involved drinking, dancing (loose term), gibbering gibberish, flailing and flitting, and some damn sexy outfits – what fun, ho.
But this is how it and everyone else went down.
In the hot tub – some touching, feeling, and grinning. It got nasty – in a very good way.
On the musical chairs – rubbing up against naked strangers, rubbing up the right way, ass rubbings, rubbers.
In the boudoir – some frotting, licking, sucking, some fucking.
Maybe it was love, ho?
I officially couldn’t organise sex in an orgy.
They could.
I won’t tell you which one came home with me…
