I was 20 years old when I went to my first sex party. It wasn’t explicitly advertised as a sex party, but when we arrived, we were given a tour of the house. Various rooms had been set aside for various things – one for food, one for relaxing, one for BDSM activities, one for sleeping, and one for sex. People were free to respectfully wander from room to room and do as they pleased. Not being new to the concept of open-relationships, I attended with my now-husband and boyfriend (now-ex) at the time. Despite being fairly experienced for my age, I still thought such things only existed in movies. We didn’t really know a lot of people, so we camped out in what ended up being the sex room. The three of us started making out on the bed with the lights on. Not too long after, a man and woman we did not know jumped onto the bed and started making out. At some point, someone turned off the lights. My boyfriend started making out with the woman (they introduced themselves at some point) and there were now a total of five people in the bed. Over the course of the night all sorts came and went. Those who did not fit on the bed simply lay on the floor or stood in corners. The sexual energy in there was insane! I don’t remember tons of the night, but I do remember one very tall man (and I’m very attracted to tall men) walking in and coming straight for me. He scooted to the end of the bed and just started eating me out. He fingered me and gave me an amazing explosive orgasm I will probably remember for the rest of my life. And then, as quickly as he came in, he got up and left! I saw the tall stranger later in the party, early morning by this point. He opened his arms up to me and gave me a big hug. All I said to him in return was, “thank you” and he smiled. I did not find out his name until months later…at another party