Wallflower at a Sex Party

Chapter 1: This Pain is Not a Prayer

I am resolved to be a voyeur; a sex party cultural anthropologist. I am not going to participate beyond sweet and simple sensuality, maybe some hot makeout sessions if I feel exceptional erotic chemistry. I am devastated. This is a distraction at best, and more likely a tempered, safe enough self destruction. Every day, the pain rips and claws through m…