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Hotel Room Key in DoorAmerican Writer ‘JL Scott’ wanted a ‘gang bang’.

So she came to Ireland.

Can this end well?

JL writes;

On a month long research trip in Europe, I came up with a solution. I was staying in Berlin, and a short visit I’d planned to Ireland would provide ideal gang bang conditions: plenty of free time, no attachments, and access to friendly strangers. So I started flicking through the profiles on FetLife.com, a kinky social networking site, and braced myself for a flurry of cock shots — not tourism tips — in my inbox.

When I got Ben’s message, I responded immediately, thrilled when his photos showed a cute, rangy, early thirtysomething man. He suggested we meet at a central pub for a drink, so we could both determine whether we’d want to move forward.

When I got to the pub, I spotted Ben with his back to me at the bar. I tapped his shoulder, and we exchanged an awkward hug. Then, I ordered a beer as we launched into a conversation circling around the entire reason we were meeting: That in a few days, I was going to have sex with him and four, five, or possibly six of his friends. We talked about work, about travel, about bad dates we’d both recently been on. We ordered more drinks, which turned into dinner, which turned into me climbing onto his lap and making out with him. Quickly, I invited him back to my hotel for a hookup, even though that hadn’t been the original plan for the evening.

“Think you can handle four guys?” he asked, after we were naked in bed together.

I raised an eyebrow. Besides the flurry of e-mails, it was the first time we’d actually discussed what would go down. He explained he had a loose group of friends who did this at times, when they weren’t busy with work or travel or — yes — girlfriends. That it was all very respectful, very much centered on me, and that they wouldn’t ask me to chip in for the hotel room.

The next weekend, I headed to the hotel he’d set up, checked in, and, as per his e-mailed instructions, bought a bottle of wine and nervously checked my e-mail. At eight o’clock, as planned, I heard a knock on the door.

It was Ben, surrounded by four men. I stood there in a white tank top sans bra and a pair of Bikram shorts as we all introduced ourselves. I asked the group if anyone wanted a glass of wine.

YIKES.

READ ON: What It’s Like to Plan Your Own Gang Bang (JL Scott, New York Magazine)

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