The Ocean of Orgy

The most interesting people in an orgy room (yes this is one where there are actually people getting it on.) are the ones who look out of place. Amidst all of the newbie hair and rudolphs (that's the current newbie cock with a big right read head), there are people who distinctly look… human. People who are human and in an orgy room are there with a purpose. One purpose is that they work for or own the room and are sex seeding. Now, I approve of the practice of having girls or boyz work an orgy room giving out sex to the people who come there. You've been promised free sex, right? It's a great deal more honest to have people giving out, well, free sex, than simply hoping other people will give out free sex for you.

Another group are people with public sex fantasies. Again, if it is your bliss, and your partner's bliss, why not stand up, or something, for having free sex. Aside from that, it is often the best sex that people will see in these rooms.

Some people have slut fantasies. Double double ditto ditto.

However, other people are there watching. And it is the people watching who are often the ones you want to talk to. This is because people watching have an attraction to the idea of an orgy room, but don't want to engage in the one you are in. If I were to run a club with a real orgy room, I would make ti a for pay operation, with barbed up girls and a limit to people. It would also have an undress code. Of course, that would defeat the point, which is that most people in orgy rooms want someone else to pay for sex, specifically the people who buy things at the mall where the orgy room is located.

This means of course that the participants pay in quality. But some people will eat anything so long as it is free. And that is what the people watching are watching. I've yet to meet someone watching an orgy room who would not do orgy if only the buffet weren't so greasy and filled with junk calories.

So what is it about the orgy. Let's not talk about the orgy rooms that we have, but something like the time when Ten Book put sex balls out on the floor of Arsheba: an orgy of people who have taken the time to look good, be good, and do good. Or at least, do well. People who have an amarylis growing from the their crotch need not ask.

On one hand there is the desire to be desired. The world we live in, we've all had twinges of attraction which come and go before we can act on them, or which we know we can't act on. We've often wondered who has had those twinges of desire about us. The orgy is the break down of the walls that divide us. Walls we need, walls we want, but walls we wonder about whether they are always desirable, when we would rather lie butt to cold stone with hot lover in front.

In this sense, attending an orgy room is like seeing what the wall is like. Again, I'm going to leave aside the orgy room as it exists, when the come ons are from people that look like something you scrape off your heel, but the orgy room filled with men who are interested in giving, not just stealing, pleasure. Give me brunch at the Waldorf, and I will eat. The soup kitchen line, sorry, not hungry, already full.

But there is a second thing. Not just the check of attractiveness, but the feeling of the wave of heat and salt and grind pouring over us like a molten sea tide, a spray that cools some hot need while it enflames a swaddling warmth. A thing that stings because it tkes us and overwhelms us, it burns at our most private parts, and screams around our most intimate curves. There are times I lie in bed and can almost see a mirage on my tummy, like the watery ripples on a desert road. And I am parched for a slaking that is, as the old Japanese writers called it, clouds and rain.

That feeling of pressure where my skin because silk, and a roughness of pumice cleanses it of the accumulated outer skin. Not just the physical outer skin, but those mental layers of reservation.

Then there is depth, that depth of denial and distance. The orgy places a wall between my mind, which worries, frets and thinks about the college education of children I don't have yet, and the needs the boil out of my past. It is almost like I become drawn out and long, with the plunging in being deeper and harder, but far more distance, because I have a depth then that more intimate union does not allow. No matter how long he is, he cannot reach the place I feel as me.

I've met many interesting people in orgy rooms, and fished a few newbies, mostly girls, out of them. But what isn't in the SL orgy room is the very thing that there needs to be, a ritual purification and submission to drives to mix the gene pool in a manner which is shaken violently, and not stirred gently.