Come in, undress… If you knew how embarrassing, anxious… – although who am I kidding? I was scared the first time! March 2016. The weather is such that you want to turn into a mattress and sleep until the summer. And then a friend sends a link: “Kinky Party. The first public sex party in Moscow in the spirit of the best erotic clubs in Berlin and Paris.” I pass over it. “We are not against sex, but we do not call for it either,” the organizers write on the website. “We give you the atmosphere, and you decide what to do with it.” The deeper I immersed myself in the description, the more contradictory my emotions became: both I want and prick!

In the week leading up to the party, I finally decided eight times that I would go. And about as much
just rethought it. The husband put an end to the throwing: “What do we lose in the end? If you don’t like it – leave. And you at least walk a leather corset. I tried not to think about what exactly could be lost. Self respect? Reason? Husband? And I was very afraid that everything would be vulgar and humiliating – like in a swinger club, where my boyfriend dragged me a million years ago. Then, at the entrance, in an ultimatum form, we were offered to undress to our underwear, or better, completely, and handed us a sheet – an ordinary white one, such they give out on trains. My libido shrank to the size of a raisin, and I instantly realized that I didn’t want sex, but to escape and forget about this place like a nightmare. Probably, since then the policy of swinger clubs has become more friendly, but, alas, I could not overpower myself.

I did go to that first Kinky Party. In a leather corset, with her husband and a familiar couple who have been to similar events in Europe. And, thank heavens, everything went without the daring porn trash that I was so afraid of. “Well done! Right ho-ro-sho!” – said a friend. She had nothing to compare to.

For the first couple of hours, what was happening was like an ordinary disco: a hundred people, cocktails, music. On the stage – a display of underwear. The guests feel each other with long glances. All are dressed an order of magnitude bolder than club party-goers. A guy in a kilt and bare-chested. Girl in a latex dress. Her friend in a completely transparent mesh bodysuit. A man in a leather mask and fox fur cape. All very beautiful, but slightly tense. I was probably not the only one who had the feeling that the gong was about to sound and the host would bark into the microphone: “And now sex! We undress, divide into pairs and threes. Let’s start!”

Nothing of the sort happened. Just closer to two o’clock, a decent amount of eagerly kissing in the corners, on sofas and on the dance floor of couples and companies formed. Then some of them switched to petting – right in the hall, in front of everyone.

My eyes fell on a girl who was located at the feet of her companion (or a new acquaintance? Go figure it out …) and gave him a blowjob. It was unusual: at one table – rum and cola, at (more precisely, under) another – a blowjob. And definitely exciting.

Leaving the club in the morning, I clearly understood two things. First: the mise-en-scenes peeped at the Kinky Party (that evening I acted only as a spectator) will excite my imagination for a long time to come. And second: you need to know the date of the next party.

Since then, there have been 14 such parties. I have been to all of them, except for one – I went on vacation. Today, 600 people come to Kinky Party, and about a third of the guests are recruits: they can be calculated by slight fussiness and nervousness.

Sex at the Kinky Party has really become more (and condoms and lubricants are still prudently laid out on the bar counters). They do it everywhere, including in the toilets, which is a bit surreal for me personally. What’s the fun of locking yourself in a booth when you have a whole club at your disposal?

“And what, from entertainment there is only this?” a skeptical friend of mine once asked. Not only! Performances are held hourly: not a banal go-go, but something more gourmand – shibari or a squirt show, a sex quest or a “vampire ritual”, which, for example, marked a Halloween party. Kinky Party is held almost every time in a new establishment, but the club is always equipped with a special area – squirtology, as my friend, a sex blogger, calls it. There, specially trained guys give free erotic massage with a happy ending in the form of a jet orgasm. But you can do without their help and have fun in any format with each other. “No one will judge. We will be happy for your freedom, ”the party manifesto says. And it is not just words.

Recently, I’ve been hearing more and more about Kinky Party from acquaintances, whose image rhymes weakly with extravagant sexual antics. And the one who has not yet joined this story asks the question: “Why should I go there?” I don’t have a universal answer. Some come to satisfy their tactile hunger, others come for sex. Many are here with boyfriends or husbands, and I am one of them. The atmosphere in the club is as if the essence of Viagra is being sprayed into the air. Damn revitalizing effect on relationships!

Someone wants to feel like the hero of the movie “Eyes Wide Shut”: you are surrounded by frankly dressed (or undressed?) people in masks, everything is drowning in twilight and oozing absolutely cinematic depravity. Someone is looking for spicy acquaintances – here they are really tied up as easy as shelling pears. People are not afraid to approach each other with obscene (“How do you like me to lick you?”) And quite civilized (“Can I buy you a cocktail?”) proposals. It is important for someone to walk a bold outfit or arrange a test for themselves: what is it like to walk around the club almost naked? One of the parties was called Woland’s Ball. Girls were only allowed in underwear, and men were strictly in tuxedos. I remember being very surprised at how difficult it was for me to undress in front of a crowd of strangers.

For many, sex parties are a way to look into the eyes of complexes and scan themselves for unexpressed sexual fantasies. And it’s really dizzying – to discover yourself from a new, unknown side and fall into this feeling, like Carroll’s Alice. Dive into the night, giving yourself a vow “just to look, at least with one eye”, and emerge in the morning as a different person. Free.

GET DRESSED in accordance with the dress code. Face control is very strict, wishes for appearance are written on the site, and there are two general principles: the costume must match the theme of the party and “the sexier and more naked, the better.” I don’t know a single guest who managed to infiltrate the club without the appropriate attire. Even those who bought a ticket in advance (it’s cheaper than at the entrance) are politely, but still deployed.

REHEARSE refusal phrase. The main rule of the party “No means no” is written in the charter of the Kinky Party. Here everyone reacts to it absolutely adequately. Forcibly into the epicenter of the Gang-Bang’a you, honest rifle, no one will drag.

NOT TO THINK about the size of the hips. If it seems to you that at the party all the girls are strictly model-looking, then it seems. Ordinary human women. Totally different. And don’t compare yourself to the characters in the pictures. The photographer usually poses for those who want to light up.

COME to the top. By 2-3 o’clock in the morning, most of the audience is already decently (more precisely, indecently) excited and, most likely, has found something to their liking. You will be late – and you can be a little frustrated with the degree of what is happening and feel completely superfluous at this celebration of life.

FORGET about the phone. Filming at the party is strictly prohibited. Everything that was at Kinky Party remains on it.