MY FIRST ORGY

By Rose

One of the many perks of being involved in a poly community is the group events, obviously. Especially when said events involve hotel rooms filled with lovely people and a roaring fireplace. So I was ecstatic to get an invitation to my first orgy; a birthday party thrown by a friend for one of her girlfriends. Birthday party orgies? That’s a gift I’ll unwrap any day.

I was one of the first to show, because by some horror I’ve turned into one of those people who “arrives to parties on time,” or whatever. I remember fidgeting anxiously as I took the elevator up to the room. Was I nervous? Totally. Excited? Even more so. But whatever qualms I was feeling beforehand were immediately dispelled by the beautiful, familiar faces that great me at the door. 

The room was stocked with the orgy essentials: booze, mixers, light snacks and of course, a supply of condoms and lube. Candles around the living room set the mood, and someone was playing hip hop from their speakers in the adjacent master suite. And somehow there was a roaring fireplace in the room?? Ya gotta love a good party ambiance, right? I snuck a peak down the hallway into the master bathroom and audibly sighed when I saw the giant bathtub surrounded by candles. (Is it possible to be seduced by a tub? Probably.)

More people trickled in after me — mostly familiar faces from my poly circle, and some new ones. We greeted each other warmly, standing in a semi circle with our drinks and conversation. The room was sparking with electricity, but even still, there was some distance between us all. 

One thing I think people unfamiliar with group sessions don’t realize is how timid everyone usually is in the beginning — there’s this air of anticipation, each person being unsure of how to begin or who will make the first move. It doesn’t matter how experienced each person is, or whether or not they know each other. There’s always this moment of collective hesitation — is this it? Are we ready? Do you want me? Its the most vulnerable, innately human moment of the entire experience.

And of course, I decided to disrupt this moment with a comment about my nipples.

“Okay sooo just so everyone knows, I got my nipples pierced only a month ago, and they’re still really fucking tender from healing so please be very gentle!”

Charming, right?

There’s a collective release of tension as the group laughed. Someone asked to see them and I was happy to oblige, to be honest — I was ready to get passed the initial awkwardness. So I took off my shirt, and that was all the night needed to begin. 

Six orgasms, three snack breaks, and two group baths later, I was floating out of the hotel. The morning sun was coming up over midtown and giving my walk-of-no-shame some epic golden hour lighting. A business man on a razor scooter did a double take at me as I lit my one-hitter on the sidewalk, my mind still totally consumed by the past eight delicious hours. I was exhausted, bruised, and covered in body fluids, but fuck, baby — in that moment of afterglow, I was totally at peace.