CAN YOU GO TO AN ORGY AND NOT NOTICE?

I did.

I royally ballsed it up and missed the balls at the Bacchanalia Ball.

Literally couldn’t see the wood for the trees.

tit

In my world the Bacchanalia Ball involved drinking, dancing (loose term), gibbering gibberish, flailing and flitting and some damn sexy outfits.

What fun, ho.

floor-kiss

But this is how it and everyone else went down.

hot-tub

In the hot tub, touching, feeling and grinning. On the musical chairs, rubbing up against naked strangers, rubbing up the right way, ass rubbings, rubbers. In the boudoirs, some frotting, licking, sucking, some fucking.

Maybe it was love?

I officially couldn’t organise sex in an orgy.

They could.

bum

I won’t tell you which arsehole came home with me, but we’re still facebook friends.

So that’s nice.

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