You regret the things you don’t do more than the ones you do. That was my experience, anyway, at the wise old age of 26. My regrets were few, though. I’d had and was having a jolly life, full of romantic adventure and sexual hijinks.

But if there was one glaring absence in my erotic biography, it was this: I’d missed the opportunity to participate in an orgy.

I was engaged in all sorts of discoveries and experimentations during my college years. Outdoor sex? Did it. Anal? Check. Lesbian encounters? Oh you betcha.

But one night, a frenzied rumor swept the dorms. There was a well-known party house off campus, and that night a very special bash was supposed to be underway. But when I heard what it was about, I balked.

“Seriously?” I asked my girlfriend Suze.... Read More