Do NOT smack that ass without asking.
Though somewhat flattered, my husband did not appreciate when a guy we had been chatting with tried—completely unprovoked—to stick a hand down hubby's pants on an unauthorized journey to his balls. When you're at an orgy and there's group lovin' all around, it can be tough to resist jumping feet first into someone else's bondage session, but personal boundaries still prevail. Before nibbling on that sexy stranger's ear, placing a hand on their thigh, or suckling their nips, show some manners and ask permission. It's important that all participants feel comfortable, and that all intimate acts are consensual. On the flip side, if you feel unsure about a sexual proposition, just say no. You can always change your mind later if you suddenly come to the realization that his tongue would feel really good in that orifice. But don't do anything if you don't feel ready.
Do NOT ogle that couple in the corner like they're inmates at the Bronx Zoo.
While voyeurism and exhibitionism have a definite symbiotic place at any type of play party—I love the thrill that comes with the possibility of being caught!—there's a clear-cut difference between creepy and non-creepy. Be respectful of others' space, especially if they're trying to indulge in some sexy time with someone else. If you show yourself to be a good party guest, someone's bound to ask you to play!
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Dedicated to fetish, fantasy, and unbridled want, it would seem that orgies are environments open to boundless possibility. Indeed, when I dragged my husband to our very first sexy soiree, I prepared for our night out with the determination to be ready for anything.
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I stuffed a large purse with my favorite vibrator, a pair of handcuffs, an assortment of condoms, extra batteries, lube, and massage oil. I considered including my purple tickler and a wide-tipped riding crop, but balked at bringing such items onto my regular NJ Transit bus. I was well-stocked, though. God forbid I be unprepared for any possible instance of sexual pleasure.