I went to a sex party with three friends on Saturday night. Appropriately set, one block off the permanent circus that is Little Italy/Mulberry Street in the most inconspicuous building money can buy. We were first approached by the doorman, likely the owner, who demanded $50 for two people, which became $20 through hard bargaining.  Passing him, though the hallway, up the stairs, we’re in a drab room with dinner lighting, some people walking around, girls in lingerie, light conversation was had about the man dressed as a priest. I decided that we were the youngest group there. Where are the guys with hard-ons you told us about outside? Time to go upstairs. The Black Room. AKA Dungeon. Near darkness, coming into the room, we cast brief, unpleasant light in. No hard-ons in sight. One guy in medieval times-inspired leather strap armor, a heavy woman in a bra and pants. Some senior woman in leather corset with assless panties who Dancing Robot knew. The door closes behind us and its hot as an armpit in here. The middle of a large studio sized room has ropes coming down from the ceiling and people are holding onto them getting spanked. The guy with the armor is giving the weakest spanks ever to a tall, fit girl in a similar get up to the senior woman. Wouldn’t even pop a soap bubble, creep. This twisted classroom is all being led by an attractive half-black half-white girl in high heels and a dark burgundy corset. She spends most of her time spanking or being spanked and really holds this thing together by making all these loser guys feel great. We spend about an hour in here. Dancing Robot gets naked and gets spanked by his senior friend. We leave and go drinking somewhere. The card above was given to me by a guy with a huge gut and a hawaiian shirt on. The back of the card is an invitation for another party like this one. It welcomes “Single Ladies & VERY Select Males”, of which this slob is neither. Thanks, Morpheus.

I went to a sex party with three friends on Saturday night. Appropriately set, one block off the permanent circus that is Little Italy/Mulberry Street in the most inconspicuous building money can buy. We were first approached by the doorman, likely the owner, who demanded $50 for two people, which became $20 through hard bargaining.  Passing him, though the hallway, up the stairs, we’re in a drab room with dinner lighting, some people walking around, girls in lingerie, light conversation was had about the man dressed as a priest. I decided that we were the youngest group there. Where are the guys with hard-ons you told us about outside? Time to go upstairs. The Black Room. AKA Dungeon. Near darkness, coming into the room, we cast brief, unpleasant light in. No hard-ons in sight. One guy in medieval times-inspired leather strap armor, a heavy woman in a bra and pants. Some senior woman in leather corset with assless panties who Dancing Robot knew. The door closes behind us and its hot as an armpit in here. The middle of a large studio sized room has ropes coming down from the ceiling and people are holding onto them getting spanked. The guy with the armor is giving the weakest spanks ever to a tall, fit girl in a similar get up to the senior woman. Wouldn’t even pop a soap bubble, creep. This twisted classroom is all being led by an attractive half-black half-white girl in high heels and a dark burgundy corset. She spends most of her time spanking or being spanked and really holds this thing together by making all these loser guys feel great. We spend about an hour in here. Dancing Robot gets naked and gets spanked by his senior friend. We leave and go drinking somewhere.

The card above was given to me by a guy with a huge gut and a hawaiian shirt on. The back of the card is an invitation for another party like this one. It welcomes “Single Ladies & VERY Select Males”, of which this slob is neither. Thanks, Morpheus.

  • August 05, 2008, 12:39am