I asked if I could get an invite and, sure enough, I did.
I’ve always been one for trying new things and, having dabbled in group sex before, I wanted to see what the real deal was like, to see if this was the party to end all parties, or just a hot and sticky mess…or both. When I say ‘parties’, I don’t really mean ‘parties’ in the red cup, beer pong, roll-your-eyes-at-a-scummy-drinking-soc-member party, but a sex party, a full on 40-people-and-more orgy. I’d been chatting to a guy I met on Grindr for a week or so when he told me about the parties his friend occasionally hosts. For me, however, the ultimate de-stresser isn’t cricket or colouring, but sex. There’s an endless list of quintessentially Cambridge things to do - croquet, Caesarian Sunday, crosswords in the evening in your college bar. There are lots of different ways of de-stressing over Easter Term: from punting with friends, to cups of tea or Pimms in one of the many secret gardens.
