My last relationship had crashed and burned.

I felt demolished — a little frayed around the edges. What I needed, I decided, was a nameless fuck, something sizzling and powerful to take the edge off. Which is how I found myself standing in front of my closet asking the unique question: What do you wear to a sex party?

I’d been to sexy parties before but never a soiree intended solely as a space for strangers to hook up and get sideways. I didn’t know for sure what the appropriate dress code was. Come naked? Or: If you’re naked, you will come? Who do you ask for advice like that?

To be honest, I hadn’t been invited by anyone. I’d heard about the event, and I’d decided that this was something I needed to experience myself. I would crash, as seductively as I could.... Read More