It’s a huge turn on for most of us, it’s about pushing your limits and crossing things off your sex bucket list. Whether it’s double penetration fantasy, or a full on no holes bared gangbang with 5-10 guys, you’re sure to have a wild time doing it.

The reality is that many women love gangbangs, it’ anonymous, it’s indulgent and is filled with powerful and consecutive orgasms.

Although many women have this on their to do list very few actually go through with it for a variety of reasons.
It’s an evening filled without constrains, without taboos, just egotistical, selfish pleasure and uninhibited sexuality.

So how do you organise a gang bang?

Here are a few steps to consider if you are going to organise one, followed with a video with your favourite porn star describing one, as well as share their experiences performing in one.

What is a gang bang?

It’s a sex session where four or maybe more people “Bangers” have sex with one person “Center”.

All the attention is on the center, the whole night is about her pleasure.

Takes some planning

Organise the bangers and tell them exactly what is expected. Organise a venue and drinks, nibbles and towels. Remember when you’re dealing with more than two people, finding a date that suits everybody can be tricky. So don’t leave things to last minute.

Finding Bangers

This should be the easiest part right? Especially when you have an awesome App like RHP

It turns out it can be a challenge, despite the huge number of guys you see claiming they’d be right there for a gang bang, but some will chicken out.

Word of advice, cast a slightly wider net in the event that one or even two of these guys will be no shows.

Be physically & mentally ready for a huge sex session

Make sure that you are ready for a night where you are going to push boundaries and your sexuality.

Look seductive

This will get things started real quick, half the bangers are bursting to get things rolling as much as you do. Really there’s no need to discuss anything, it’s understood it’s all about you.

At the end it’s all worth it

Gang bangs will leave you fulfilled and bring you to understand the meaning of ‘ getting fucked out of your brains’. Being gang banged can be an intense, incredible, and empowering experience if it’s conducted and carried out in a well-organized manner, and if you’re in the right place mentally for it.

Here is the video that the people at WoodRocket’s YouTube decided to put together. They asked some of our favourite adult film stars to both describe one, as well as share their experiences performing in one.

Yeah sounds pretty intense, but hey, maybe it’s something you might be into. If not, it’s always fun to hear about it.

Fantasized about a gang bang? Participated in one? Would you do it again?
What did you enjoy most about it

But for visitors to Burning Man Festival in Nevada desert’s Black Rock City, the term has a far more sexual connotation.

Among the attractions at the yearly event, which sees tens of thousands of people gather for at least a week of rebellious mayhem, is the Orgy Dome.

Run by a group called And Then There’s Only Love, the 24-hour giant tent is billed as a safe, “sex-positive, consensual space for couples and moresomes to play”, welcoming “the combination of love in all forms”.

Everyone’s invited – regardless of whether you’re straight, lesbian, gay, bi, poly-amorous or monogamous.

More than 5,000 people enjoyed the delights of the Dome at last year’s festival, with couples reportedly queuing up to go inside. According to one Reddit user and frequenter at the festival venue, the Orgy Dome has a “nice set up, clean towels and cushions, and moderate climate control”.

The door is always staffed and you must be with a partner to enter, though some partner swapping has been known.

The Redditer added: “Inside is generally not a writhing pile of 10 or 15 naked bodies as the name might suggest.

“Usually the dome is occupied by couples, with some threesomes and moresomes.

“There are some people watching on the edges, voyeurism and having an audience are definitely in play here, so know that going in.

“If someone is bothering you, most of the time they’ll stop when you ask, although the tent staff is happy to help resolve any uncomfortable problems that may arise.”

As well as old-fashioned orgies, the Orgy Dome is fully equipped with massage tables, mattresses lining the walls, sheets, couches and supplies including lubricants and condoms.

There are also classes on sadomasochism, group erotic massage and theme nights, ranging from threesome specials to competitions for the ‘loudest moaners’.

One visitor told Cosmopolitan that consent to play in the Dome is an absolute necessity.

She said: “If you ask if you can play with a couple, you’d still need to ask, ‘Can I touch your breasts?’, ‘Can I go down on you?’, ‘Can I f*** you both in the butt?’.

“Consent is an active process and can be removed at any point.

Watch the couple behind the Orgy Dome:

Who wouldn’t be tempted to at least experience this sex fest at least once in their life? Leave your comments below.

source: The Sun

Giovanna Pedroso, 17, said she was booted from her room in Olympic Village so that her partner, 20-year-old Ingrid Oliveira, could have a late-night romp with another athlete, according to South American media outlets.

She wasn’t allowed back in her room all night as Oliveira got busy with canoeist Pedro Goncalves.

The banishment caused a major fight between the divers, who finished last in the women’s 10-meter synchronised diving event last Tuesday.

And now, Pedroso has decided to permanently ditch her partner and compete on her own.

“After the Olympics, I will focus on my individual,” she told Brazilian newspaper O Globo.

“It’s good because I will not need to depend on anyone. Then I will be able to improve and evolve more.”

Goncalves didn’t comment on the sexcapade, telling GloboEsporte, “My personal life, I do not speak about.”

Source: News.com.au

If your bestie locked you out of a shared room to close the deal, would you be this upset? Tell us in the comments section below!

“This elevator is really small,” I said.

“Isn’t it cozy?” the man asked, a Cheshire cat smile forming beneath a black mask.

We were on our way up to the sold out Killing Kittens sex party. As The New York Post reported last week, the London-based club for the “sexually elite” made its NYC debut on Saturday night.

The carnal fellowship was founded by 6-foot, blond, 36-year-old Emma Sayle — a friend of the Duchess of Cambridge, whom she met when the Duchess joined Sayle’s for-charity rowing team, the Sisterhood, in 2007.

(Despite rumours, Sayle says Middleton has never been a member of the sex club. But she does insist that the royal “knew all about Killing Kittens. She thought it was funny. She was fascinated. Most girls are fascinated by it.”)

After the article ran, demand was so overwhelming that Killing Kittens founder Emma Sayle organised a second bash for this Saturday to accommodate the city’s throngs of randy revellers.

The opulent orgy was held at a swanky West 23rd Street loft with exposed-brick walls where, for $95 per woman and $295 per couple, kinky New Yorkers could have sex with strangers (or sex with loved ones while strangers watched).

The house rules, which were emailed out in advance, are simple: Men must not approach women, men must not talk to women (unless invited), men must wait to be invited, no means no — and only the kittens can break the rules.

A woman in thigh-high leather boots and a black miniskirt checked in patrons before they headed up to the fourth-floor, where the 120 or so guests were greeted with a glass of bubbly (after the Champagne reception, patrons could purchase drinks from a bar).

There were three flat-screen TVs playing “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and Bond movies — “Women don’t like porn, so we don’t play it,” Sayle told The Post — and, yes, plenty of oysters. The loft was split into two rooms — one of which was dimly lit and outfitted with two black-sheeted beds pushed together with a spectator ring of couches and chairs. Condoms filled two Nat Sherman wooden cigar boxes.

As for the crowd, it was … surprisingly normal and good-looking. There were dapper men sporting well-cut suits and pocket squares (a handful were in tuxedos). There was a young lady in a white silk blouse and knee-length leather skirt; another wore a floral, preppy sundress with a Chanel bag.

If it weren’t for the mandatory masks and the one 46-year-old woman — Gweneth Romein, a self-professed “Killing Kittens VIP” who sauntered around in a revealing Agent Provocateur get-up while demanding that people slap her bare derrière — one might mistake the gathering for any typical Manhattan cocktail party.

Until things started to get weird.

One man who looked in his early 30s approached my pal and me.

“I’m a principal at a major hedge fund and my wife is a media magnate. She is 100 times more successful than I am,” he volunteered as he inched closer and closer.

I asked why he and his wife of 10 years enjoy going to these parties. “We’re fit, we have good bodies and we like sex, and want to share our sex with others,” he said.

“But if you’re not feeling the chemistry,” he said, eyeing my crossed arms, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

By now, it was 10:30pm. The couple we rode the elevator with were making out by the bar while she enthusiastically groped his nether region.

I asked Sayle when the, you know, sex was going to start.
“If it doesn’t start by 11 organically, I’ll have Gweneth get it going,” she said.

Like clockwork, 11pm hit, and Romein grabbed a finance-looking guy by his striped tie, pulled him to a bed plopped adjacent to the bar and pushed his head down toward her crotch — while she chatted with the woman seated next to her.

Next to me, the Asian girl from the elevator had disrobed into a slinky black negligee that was essentially three ribbon-sized strips of fabric. Two couples were now half-dressed in the front room hooking up. People were eyeing each other like pizza at an office party. All the while, Sayle, Killing Kittens’ 6-foot blond matriarch, sat perched on a couch — smiling, with a glass of Champagne in hand.

I decided to call it a night. My adventurous friend did not.
He texted me at 1:15am.: “Wow. Lot of sex.” (And yes, he already purchased a ticket to next week’s event.)

“Even though most people had never been to a Kittens party before, it was a very confident crowd,” said Sayle, who says 80 per cent of the partygoers were participating by the time she bowed out at 1:30am. (The party raged until 4.)

“The girls came and got heavily involved quite quickly,” said Sayle, who recalled three girls naked atop the pool table at one point.

“Quicker than in London. Every surface was being covered.”

Source: news.com.au

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Cirque Du Soleil has been mesmerising audiences young and old all around the world and as a long time fan, I was keen to check out one of their seven permanent shows in Las Vegas. I knew I wasn’t likely to be disappointed by any of them but given one should walk on the wicked side while in Vegas, I chose Zumanity, Cirque Du Soleil’s only adult-oriented show (showing at New York – New York Hotel & Casino).

Zumanity, described as “the Sensual Side of Cirque du Soleil,” combines the usual amazing range of acrobatics with seduction, and a good pinch of adults-only fun. It opened in 2003 but as any fan of Cirque Du Soleil would attest, their shows are timeless and the dynamic energy of the troupe keeps them fresh and exciting. Zumanity is certainly no exception and especially given its naughty theme, it’s probably never going to date unlike some Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals.

As you take your seat, you become familiar with the Cirque Du Soleil stage layout; a huge performance area with seats all around, affording everyone a very good view of the action. There are comedic actors keeping the earlybird audience amused with their antics as per other Cirque shows, but instead of clowns you get Dick and Izzy, the in-show sex therapists. This over-the-top duo are quite liberal with brandishing sex toys, much to the embarrassment of some audience members who probably didn’t think Cirque Du Soleil could get so bawdy.

Once the actual show begins, you are introduced to hostess Edie, Mistress of Seduction who is a tour-de-force drag show all on her own. She promises a night of open-minded and sensual entertainment and I can attest that you are not disappointed. Stunning African dancing gets your pulses racing before leading you into the first acrobatic act; two very flexible nude ladies in a huge glass bowl of water. It was a very visually captivating performance.

I’d rather not be a spoiler and give a blow-by-blow account of the entire show but you can certainly expect a lot of mid-air acrobatics, silk rope work, and a very healthy amount of nudity. The performers aren’t shy about stripping down but given how amazing their bodies are they certainly don’t need to be. Ladies will be happy to know that there is an act involving the resident beefcake to get them hot and bothered.

Towards the end of the show there is an act called ‘Gentle Orgy’ where all the performers of Zumanity come out to simulate a bit of group loving on a rotating platform, which is an absolutely gorgeous feast for the eyes and senses. You start feeling like a bit of a voyeur but before you get too fixated, Mistress Edie breaks the trance with some audience participation fun.

Zumanity is best described as part cabaret and part burlesque with a whole lot of sexy giggles in between. It’s also an exploration of human sexuality/sensuality in its many forms and you’re left with a feeling of being uninhibited. Zumanity is definitely a hot show to enjoy with your partner in deviousness so if you find yourself in Vegas one day, do check it out.

The 350 well-heeled guests, who arrived wearing long cloaks and masks, stripped down to leather pants, corsets and suspenders at the stroke of 12 o’clock.

The stunned owner of Halswell House called police when he saw couples having sex ‘everywhere’ but was told they were powerless because it was a private party for consenting adults.

‘The guests were all public-school types and I jokingly said to one: “I suppose you are a High Court judge”. He replied: “You’re not far off the mark”,’ said 45-year-old Grahame Bond.

‘The party started normally and it all seemed pretty harmless. The whole group were dressed in these great costumes and it looked exactly like something out of Eyes Wide Shut. But then one of the organisers announced, “The moment has come. The spell has begun” and everyone began kissing and having sex. To say I was shocked was an understatement.’

Mr Bond, who normally hosts exclusive weddings, sent home two 19-year-old waitresses – but still kept the bar open till 3am.

The party at the mansion in Goathurst, Somerset, had been organised by a Dutch events company which specialises in raunchy ‘adults-only’ events, it later emerged.

‘One thing led to another,’ admitted Mike Voorvaart, owner of the ‘LittleSins’ event company. ‘We were a bit surprised because we thought the British were prudish.’

Source: metro.co.uk

Abi had always been an open-minded girl and when she hooked up with Jake, who had ’swung’ with his previous partners, she didn’t need much encouragement to start experimenting with him. Her initial experiences were clearly mind-blowing and she never failed to relay the sights and sounds to me the following day. The phrase ’too much information’ was probably coined for Abi although I had to admit that I was intrigued by the stories. Before long, it was me who was madly trying to extract information from Abi about the ’lifestyle’. I might be accused of trying to live the lifestyle vicariously through Abi, but it wasn’t that I was too inhibited sexually to try things myself (I’m happily married and enjoy my blend of ’vanilla’ sex with the same man).

I guess that I was intensely curious about the sort of people who gathered for group sex sessions and, for want of a better way to put it, how more than two people got it on at the same time. Would it be like nude Twister gone horribly wrong? Or would it be like that orgy scene from Eyes Wide Shut? I soon discovered that it was like neither.

On arrival at the club I was introduced to Maryanne who was the hostess. In her mid-40s and dressed in a black PVC mini-dress, Maryanne was pretty much there to hold the hands of rookie swingers who got the courage to come along. She happily took me under her wings and suggested a few quiet areas in the club where I could observe the goings-on without arousing too much attention as a single girl. Nonetheless, towards the end of my stay at the club, I was propositioned by no less than five men, three couples and a transvestite. It’s so nice to be popular.

To save any embarrassment on my part, Abi agreed that she and Jake would engage in multiple partner activities in a private room (there are just some things a friend doesn’t need to see). I was left to stand around and play voyeur at the main ’group’ room. This was an open space in the middle of the club that was clearly for all-in action. And action there was. It was on for young and old (literally). I saw a number of sixty-niner pairings of various gender combinations, as well as a woman who was hell-bent on proving that she had an orifice for all-comers (so to speak). Another cluster of people had formed a chain that was linked by mouths, penises and fingers. At times it was hard to work out when one person started and another ended.

I noticed that people did stop and take a break occasionally (you would have to come up for air at some point, I’m sure) before going back in for more fun. I probably watched for another 30 minutes before deciding that I got the gist of things and calling a taxi to go home to my husband.

My verdict? Watching a whole bunch of people have sex with each other was suprisingly not that confronting. You probably see more stylised and high-impact scenes in Hollywood movies. To me, the atmosphere was not erotic but certainly energetic. It was great to see so many people in wild abandon, enjoying the pleasure of the flesh, which of course is in keeping with the spirit of orgies. I guess if I had had fantasies of group sex before that night, I probably would have got my jollies out of seeing what I saw but it just wasn’t my cup of tea. Still, I’m happy to report that my husband did get a nice suprise once I got home.