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You have to be fully naked in the playroom. So said the email I received prior to attending my very first Manhattan sex party, five years ago, in a secret gambling hall in the Flatiron district. It started as a one-time thing, in the name of research, for a magazine story. What it became was a lifestyle.

And while it started as an assignment, what it blossomed into was a whole new landscape in the way I view, understand, and appreciate sex. But sex itself can be daunting, intimate, and is often reserved for someone you care about or someone whose body you care about for a particular evening or a string of evenings.

However, if you can stay with me for the next few minutes, I'll explain why it is anything but scary. My first sex party experience was with Behind Closed Doors, a Manhattan-based, members-only party that is strictly held in the most upscale of locations other party locations can include hotel penthouses or VIP loft spaces.

First of all, Behind Closed Doors is a far cry from the stereotypical, infamously rapped sex party scene. But the modern day scene, especially at Behind Closed Doors, is very, very different.

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Each prospective partier is required to submit an application with photos. Only couples or single ladies can apply, and almost everyone admitted is under 45 years old. Another important detail is that men cannot suggest sex or approach a woman. Ladies make all the calls here. Guests can have sex with their partners, swap partners, form factions, or sit back solo and enjoy the show.

And there most definitely is a show. By 1 AM, the sex scene had exploded from beyond the playroom to literally any flat surface that was available. The party started like any other swank Manhattan soiree, save for the fact that I needed a password to get in. What set it prime from other quintessential cocktail parties was the reel of porn that was playing on the flatscreen television behind the pool table.

As you do. At the back of the venue was a sectioned-off space, tucked discreetly behind gay partitions. My date and I were casually sipping drinks and eyeing up the other guests. He nyc my boyfriend of only a few months, about sex years my senior and wasn't much of a risk taker. The idea of sex in public wasn't one he'd think up on his own, but he certainly wasn't against taking himself outside of his comfort zone, at least for a night.

Curiosity got the best of me and I took him on a little stroll over to that side of the room - to get the lay of the land, so to speak. The coveted exposed brick alcove was dimly lit, with flickering candles, an assortment of plushly decorated beds, and a party sofa covered with a crisp white sheet. Up until that point I was rarely the first to dive in to anything without a proper pro and con list, or at least a phone call to mom.

As I downed the rest of my wine, down went my dress. I could feel the eyes of eager onlookers from the wooden partitions as I was felt up and stripped down.