A Sex Worker Goes to a Sex Party.

Part 2 of my saga; she arrives <3

This is a new beast with its own new and hungry energy; a beast with the repeating mantra of touch, kiss, feel, fuck. Here to dine and be dined on flesh and juice and fervent desire, for so long kept in check and now invited and encouraged to let loose.

I’ve finally come around to writing part two, after spending a lovely afternoon with a new friend cuddling and vibing under the soft aura of glow-in-the-dark sticky stars and old birthday party streamers, in which my new friend and I had a deep heart-to-heart about intimacy, trauma, healing, and sex. After that conversation I found myself finally settled in my system enough to talk about my experience.

A sex party really starts before you arrive. Depending on which one you choose to go to, there is usually a dress code that can range anywhere from extreme fetish (think a latex full-body stocking) or just cocktail wear. I’ve been to sex parties where the theme was Dirty Disney, or animal onesie, it just depends on the vibe.

I love costumes and dressing up. Costuming and sewing are some of my favorite hobbies because costuming gives you a chance to be someone other than yourself; whether it’s a character you love or a completely new look or idea. It’s a way of conveying confidence, power, and meaning in a non-verbal sense. The stripes of a tiger or the stripes on a snake; how we look says a lot about who we are and how we would like to be treated. I chose a velvet jumpsuit with no back (by no back I really mean no back, the bottom of the jumpsuit played footsie with the curved halves of my peachy butt); something comfortable, warm, and elegant. I paired this with a strappy pair of disco heels from Jeffrey Campbell that added at least four inches of height to my already 5’10 frame. I also came with a bag that I had stuff several sets of lingerie into (depending on my mood I would wear whatever struck my fancy in the coming hours) a robe, and some comfy rabbit slippers that are also essential after many hours spent on your feet dancing and walking around the space. If you’re looking to go to a party, other things you might include are a small toiletries bag, some chapstick/lip balm, mints (Flintts Mints are great if you have dry mouth; they will have you dripping with saliva in no time…. a very wonderful thing for a sex party), your own condoms/lube if you prefer them over other brands, and comfy clothes to go home in such as sweats or even pajamas.

As they say, dress to impress. I was standing at well over 6 feet tall, I had a ravishing red lip and a big bouncy blowout, and I was ready to look both devastatingly gorgeous and also just a litttleeeeee bit intimidating. I wanted people to look at me and think “damn, that’s a tiger.”