I went to my first rave this weekend, it was amazing. I was initially planning on going with a group for my first time, but drama made the group fall apart (not my fault I promise!). I still had my ticket so I went solo. The music was amazing, the vibes were on point, and most of all everyone looked amazing and was so open minded. There were 3 stages I went from stage to stage dancing with different groups of strangers. But of course, dancing wasn’t the only thing we did.

I must have made out with 20 people over the course of the night. Pretty much everyone I danced withI made out with. I put everyone’s hands all over my body and things got sexual so quickly, I loved it. I had sex in the indoor men’s bathroom where everyone could hear us. I came out of a port o potty with cum dripping down my body and everyone could see. I even got double teamed in the middle of the crowd during the last headliner. Everything was so free, so open. Offering my body and being free use to everyone was my social currency. I could talk to anyone, dance with anyone, fuck anyone. It was bliss.

The only bad part of the night was the parking and exiting situation. My initial plan of ubering home totally fell apart, but I ended up hanging out with a group of ravers who brought their camper van. There must have been 3? 4? Guys that used me? I have no idea.

They eventually took me to an after party where the inanity continued. I was dancing completely naked and having the time of my life. I woke up in a bed of naked people. I was incredibly sore from being used by countless people that night. Did I remember a single person’s name or even face that used me? Not really, but I knew that meant it was an amazing night.