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An orgy is a slightly unusual but extremely hot way to spend time. Not everyone dares to try, but group sex is not for everyone either. Even after participating in orgies, people are not always familiar with all the possibilities of this "format". However, people who are not ashamed to reveal their sexuality and enjoy sex to the core always find opportunities to diversify it and escape the routine. Those who are interested in orgies or are already guests of such parties will find stories from the mouths of people who have participated in orgies in this series of articles.
For a long time I thought I was addicted to sex. I went to stupid anonymous meetings where I learned nothing about myself. I'm not saying it's going to be the same for everyone, but for me it's important to find out concrete solutions, and opening up and talking about it is ineffective and unhelpful. At least for me. After these meetings, I would always freak out and “let off steam” with some girl from the bar, “escort girl” or masturbate alone in front of the computer screen. I didn't like where my life was going. My friends were married or in a happy relationship. I always set high goals for myself, my career was on a pretty good track, but outside of work, nothing made me happy.
It's probably worth mentioning here that I ruined almost every relationship I had because of my weak will and addiction to sex. My first serious girlfriend caught me "making out" with someone else in high school. We broke up. A lot of one-night stands followed, but the real meat grinder began in the final year of university.
Based on how a woman made love to me, I decided if I could spend my free time with her (not the other way around).
There was a girl in the last year, we didn't really know each other, but at one party we "hit it off". We started texting, making love a lot, watching movies, but everything revolved around sex. I don't know why, but I thought that I want to live with her. I thought I would never get tired of her blowjobs and her special passion in bed. But I was wrong. It turns out that it was too difficult for her to bear my high demands, to take care of me alone and to be a "slave in bed".
We had an argument and after that I went to a bar with my friends. We drank, went to the club to "let off steam". My friends said they understood me and assured me that I needed to relax. However, I started to feel sick and after leaving the club I called my girlfriend, I wanted to apologize. My heart hurt, but I wasn't angry. I dialed her number, but no one answered. I called back two more times and someone picked up the phone, but didn't speak. I heard her, her friends and several male voices. There was a conversation and she apparently thought she hung up without answering. Unfortunately, I heard everything - how she talked about me behind my back. When I look back on it, it probably wasn't that bad, but… you know… I was drunk, I felt hurt. I wanted revenge.
I started looking at all the women in the club, thinking that I wanted to fuck someone and thus "pay it back". I met an impressive brunette. Huge breasts, provocative clothing, plump lips, tattoos. She seemed perfect to me. I waved to her and raised my drink, she responded kindly. We danced on different sides of the dance floor but hardly took our eyes off each other. I approached her, we talked, gave her a drink, unexpectedly kissed her and while continuing to dance, told her what I wanted to do with her.
She said she had a boyfriend… “This is even better” I thought and my inner self just rubbed its hands with happiness.
I calmed her down by telling her that no one needed to know and we got a taxi. She was crazy about me and I was crazy about her. We went to her place and started fucking. At that time I was very angry with my girlfriend and adrenaline and testosterone were running high. While we were in doggy style, in a vortex of alcohol and uncontrollable male aggression, I grabbed my phone and sent a photo to my then-girlfriend showing what I was doing. You can probably guess what happened next.
Later, everything got worse because I got involved in prostitution, wasted almost half of my salary. I visited the same girls every time, becoming a "regular". At least for me, it was also a nice feeling because they listened, didn't judge and provided emotional support that was probably always needed more than sex. Months passed before I met a guy on a dating site who was hosting a swingers party.
Of course I had to pay to 'participate', which was free for women, but I really don't regret it. Lots of other horny people who wanted sex as much as I did - I immediately liked the atmosphere.
Everything happened quickly and naturally, I expanded my circle of acquaintances, I visited maybe 30 different swinger parties during the year. There was no shortage of sex, but I felt lonely when I got home again. I began to understand that no one should be that lonely, I wanted love, intimacy and sex, not a lot of sex without love. I was in a painful dilemma of whether to fall back into the relationship and threaten to hurt others and myself, or to shut it all down and move on. I chose the second option, but fate had its own plans.
Already at yet another swingers' party (I only knew one of the other participants there), I felt somehow unusual. In my city and region, I was quite familiar with the organizers, the local "fauna" and the participants. This time everything was different, because everyone had to introduce themselves, I was red and sweaty. One woman immediately caught my eye. Seeing her harsh face shape, the small dimple in her chin and her incredibly beautiful eyes, I immediately knew that I want her. There was usually no time to get to know people at these parties, and I wasn't particularly keen on it. You are chatting and already undressing, making love. Oddly, many things were different this time. That woman hopelessly ignored me. I offered drinks, snacks, tried naughty offers - nothing. She ignored me and completely “heartlessly” started flirting with other men in front of me. Another extremely beautiful woman cuddled up to me, but I was sad, my body wasn't sending the necessary signals to my erogenous zones, so I was “ineffective”.
I didn't please any woman that night and it made me feel bad, but my thoughts kept going to the same place, the woman who rejected me.
It was raining after the party, I offered her a ride. She didn't really want to, but eventually she and two other friends agreed to ride with me. I didn't really understand her hostility in general, and usually at parties like this everyone is warm and open and nice, but she was different. Looking only at her, I thought that no woman could be more beautiful, sexier and special than her.
I chatted with her friends, we had a bit of a laugh and I saw a small smile appear on her face as well. When her last friend got out and she was alone with me, I felt like a schoolboy before my first kiss. The pulse was probably around 200, my back was wet, my hands were shaking. I unconsciously started a conversation about the nearby sports center and we started chatting. I only took her home for a few minutes, but I had never felt so engaged in a conversation in my life. Before letting her out, she asked me why I was sweating so much, laughed and gave me her number to call her because I was a good conversationalist.
I called her right after I got home. I was pretending to check if she gave me her real number. We started talking, laughed a lot and agreed to go on a date the next day.
We ate at a delicious restaurant and went for a walk in a nearby park. It was dark and she suddenly grabbed my hand and took me into the bushes. It was amazing sex. And there was everything - connection, passion, maybe even love. We went on the next date, followed by another, then a few more, until six months later we were living together. We changed the rings just a week ago and no old problems are bothering me anymore. I'm happy for my unique life path filled with a lot of pointless sex, because along the way I met my now wife, whom I love very much.