I first heard about sex parties from a friend who went to one “to do writing research” (lol) and ended up scissoring with another woman. When she told me about it, my pussy lit up. The idea of attending an Eyes Wide Shut-style event (minus the murder) titillated me so much, I just had to see for myself.
After months of masturbating to the hot possibilities, I started going to high-end masquerades solo. Each time, I felt like I was visiting a magical realm, where hedonistic beauty abounds and shame dies at the door. So primal, so freeing, so empowering. Watching a variety of people fuck in a variety of ways will really validate your desires—and heal your PTCD (Post Traumatic Catholic Disorder).
But that was all I ever did at the parties: watch. I’m a major introvert and feel most comfortable alone or one on one—not exactly a recipe for succ-sex at an orgy! Which is why when I got together with (one of) the love(s) of my life and we created a deep, trusting relationship, I was so excited to try out a sex party with him.
A little about this boyfriend: he was smart, funny, and hot. Like, Leo-in-Titanic-hot. He was also a nihilist who never wanted kids but loved a breeding kink, just like me, and we had the luxury of me being on birth control—which meant lots of safe, fluid-bonded sex for us.
As if that weren’t enough, this boyfriend was also my Goldicocks: not too big, not too small, just the right girth. (Writing this now I’m like, wait, why did we break up again?)
On the night of our first sex party together, he pulled up to my place in an Uber Black like this was our X-rated prom. My blonde curls were pulled back, a few wispy pieces hanging around my eyes, which peered through a bejeweled masque. Under my faux fur coat I wore a see-through gown—under that, a black lace bodysuit. My man was in a black suit and tie, tailored to perfection. Suffice to say, we made a sexy pair.
The masquerade took place in the two-level penthouse suite of a gorgeous, historic hotel in Downtown L.A. We arrived and turned in our phones (a privacy-protecting requirement that I love at sex parties). Lusty urges and nervous excitement pulsed in my veins as we walked through the double doors and into that magical realm…
The lighting was soft and glowy—bright enough to see who you’re talking to, dim enough to flatter you both. Women wore next to nothing; men donned full suits and tuxedos. Professional models posed in decadent headpieces, standing topless with beads draped scantily around their hips. Trance-like music vibrated through the air. Honestly, the whole thing gave me cult vibes, in the best way.
My man and I were sipping fancy champagne in our introverts’ haven, a nice, safe corner, when the music changed and we saw everyone suddenly heading in the same direction. Curious, we followed.
There was a small stage in the living room. Mesmerized, we stood and watched as an FFM combo of professional erotic artists performed an arousing ritual for us all, taking turns penetrating each other with toys and the guy’s actual cock. They didn’t miss a single hole. Without taking my eyes off the stage, I reached for my man’s groin—mmm, he was so hard I could grab him through his slacks. He squeezed my ass in reply, taking a handful of me and not letting go.
Having essentially just watched porn IRL, we were ready to go play. We searched for a spot, passing room after room of future spank bank material: a super attractive couple practicing BDSM with whips and nipple clamps, a babe strapped to an X-cross being lovingly spanked by other babes. Eventually we found a king-size bed with two couples hooking up on either side, and an us-sized space in the middle. I undressed my guy down to his black boxer briefs, biting his lip between button pops and zipper pulls. He slipped off my see-through gown so I was wearing only my lingerie and pulled me onto the mattress with him.
It was like an organism was growing in that bed, and we were the fresh food. Both couples sensed our presence without even looking up, and suddenly extra hands were on thighs, extra kisses on my ass cheeks. What delicious foreplay! Or sixplay, rather.
With her permission, I leaned over and kissed the girl next to me. I felt so comfortable with my man wrapped around me from behind, so safe. He held my tits as I explored hers, his erection pressed up against my ass the entire time. I grabbed her waist and moaned into her mouth. I love enjoying a woman’s curves and glimpsing what my man gets to feel when he touches me: softness, sweetness, warmth.
I couldn’t wait much longer for some penetration. I tugged on his boxer briefs and looked up at him with eyes that said, “Daddy I need you.”
“You want Daddy’s cock in you, don’t you, Babygirl?” He whispered in my right ear. It tickled.
“Yes, Daddy, but I need more spaaace,” I whispered back.
The pile was too cramped for me to spread my legs wide open the way I like. We got up and looked for a bed to ourselves, but every space was popping off thanks to the sexy performance inspo.
“Fuck it,” I said to him, standing in the foyer of the lower level, just in front of the grand staircase. “I need it now, Daddy.”
We looked around and saw a dresser with a mirror. We loved mirrors. This could work.
“Bend over, good girl,” he told me.
I bent my torso over the dresser and, keeping my eyes glued to him through the reflection, I took down one strap of my bodysuit, then the other. I stuck my ass out to meet him and felt his stiff shaft waiting for me.
“Why isn’t this all the way off?” he asked rhetorically, pulling my bodysuit down to the floor, exposing me completely to the strangers walking by.
OMG! I’m naked in “public” right now!
I felt vulnerable, and bare, and helpless and…totally aroused!
I watched his fully erect cock spring out of his boxer briefs as he ditched them. Am I really about to get fucked out in the open like this?! Is it crazy that I feel excited right now?!
But before I could question myself any further—ahhh, he slid his warm fingers into my already wet pussy. That’s what I needed.
My whole body relaxed, and I sank my weight into my forearms on the dresser, tilting my pelvis up to accept his touch. My hips began to move in rhythm. I could hear my own wetness as he slowly massaged me inside.
As he pulled his fingers out of me, I quickly grabbed his hand and sucked them, stealing the juices like a brat. Good thing when I’m bratty, Daddy knows just how to put me in my place. He pushed his cock inside me, hard, as if to say, “Oh, no you didn’t, bad girl!” Yes! Yes I did! I sucked harder on his fingers.
How satisfying it felt to have his rawness in my wetness, nothing in between, finally!
I dropped my head in satisfaction and closed my eyes, letting the world around us fade away as I took it from behind like such a good girl. It was just me and Daddy now.
But not for long. When I looked up a couple moments later, the foyer was filled with onlookers! There must’ve been fifteen or twenty people forming a semi-circle around us, every one of them watching me get fucked.
To my amazement, I was getting off on their presence, and my inner voice immediately warmed to their gazes. They’re all here to watch me get taken. I have to be a good girl and come on Daddy’s cock for them to see!
“You okay, Babygirl?” He whispered in my ear, noticing I had become aware of our new friends.
“Mmmhmm! Yes, Daddy,” I groaned.
I was more than okay. I was getting close and I could feel he was too—his pace had quickened and he was thrusting into me harder and deeper now. We had a knack for being able to come at the exact same time (the Goldicocks factor!).
“I need to get filled up, Daddy!” I said, looking over my shoulder at him so he could see my face directly.
“I know, Babygirl. You need Daddy to put it all in you tonight, don’t you?” He reached around to grab my tits and hold on, intensifying his thrusts even more. “I’m gonna put every drop in you. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes!” I pleaded, right on the verge. I licked my fingers and reached down, rubbing my clit in circles, almost there.
“Are you sure? It’s gonna be a lot.”
“Yes! I can take it! I can take every drop—” I said, but I couldn’t hold back any longer—I was over the edge, coming hard on his cock. “Daddy, I’m cominggg!”
“Good girl!” he huffed, as he broke through to the other side and joined me in climax. “I’m filling you up right now!” He began pumping his warm cum into me, just as promised. Mmm! Yes, Daddy. Breed me, Daddy!
My body was surging with ecstasy. It felt so right getting filled up by him. I could feel his cock pulsating as his thrusts slowed and he held himself deep inside me for one final pump. Then he tenderly kissed the back of my neck and slowly pulled out. Smiles grew on our faces as I turned around and kissed him, forgetting we weren’t alone, high off my ass on my O.
As our audience dispersed, a couple of the onlookers muttered compliments like, “You two were so hot!” and, “Thank you for that!” I kind of felt like a rock star—an introverted, exhibitionist rock star who, as it turns out, can come out of her shell and come in front of masses of perfect strangers!
P.S. To my ex: if you’re reading this and getting as turned on as I am writing it, we should probably go to another party together sometime….
GG Sauvage is a writer and all-around artist on a mission to f*ck shame away and empower people with self-love. She designed The Sexiest Deck Alive: Erotic Oracle Cards to Turn You On & Help You Turn the Corner, co-hosts the Basic Witches podcast, and wrote the audio drama Sex and the Synchronicity. See her work at Refinery29, Vogue Italia, Vulture, CollegeHumor, and WhoHaHa, and check out her website for more!
