Under what felt like a psychedelic kind of seduction, we headed out onto a balcony, slowly loosening our clothing before collapsing into one of the corners of the giant main bed, unfazed by the whir of moving bodies.
When I think of a sex party, I think of an X-rated Gossip Girl episode. A sensual masquerade of liberation and seduction, a complete offshoot of reality.
For most people, the invitation alone is an… [+11791 chars]
