wrongonesin:By the time the “DJ” broke into the music to explain to the whole club the nature of the
wrongonesin:By the time the “DJ” broke into the music to explain to the whole club the nature of the subliminal music, the hypnotic lights, the pheromones in the fog machines, none of us on the floor were really listening anymore. We’d all fallen victim to Club Orgy, a bizarre 21st century extremist group hitting nightclubs randomly across the country, turning a dance-floor full of otherwise responsible adults into an undulating mass of carelessly fucking bodies. I didn’t know who was fucking me at any given moment. I’m sure none of the guys knew who they were cumming in either. Couples disintegrated as they turned towards the next available cock or pussy. There wasn’t a soft dick or dry hole anywhere. The sounds of sex - cries, grunts, moans, screams, seemed to be part of the music, and none of us knew how to stop - though none of us even tried. Like every other attack, we’d all wake up in naked, sweaty piles, cum leaking out of every pussy, not knowing what had happened - only that we’d had the wildest night of our lives. -- source link