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Erotic New York is a big fan of One Leg Up. We decided to refresh our review of One Leg Up to see if it is still as hot as we remembered. The answer, plain and simple, is YES!!! Think of the best sex you've ever had; One Leg Up, like your favorite erotic experience, is still the best sex party you will ever attend in NYC. What sets it apart? It starts with beautiful Palagia, who is as business savvy as she is sexy. She knows that New Yorkers hunger for tasteful, elegant sex play, and she delivers this with two separate events called Soirees: Eat-in and Take-out. Like it's name, the Eat-in Soiree offers members of One Leg Up a truly sensual, sexual experience where couples and single women can indulge all their sex fantasies in a private and elegant space. To "wet your appetite", as the One Leg Up website describes, a Take-out Soiree is an elegant cocktail party, but open sex play has to be taken elsewhere. Instead, couples and single women have the opportunity to meet and mingle regularly in a different, hip lounge or club around NYC. Everyone is welcomed to attend a Take-out Soiree, but there appears to be an unspoken rule or just a gift for those of us who are erotically charged - everyone, and we mean everyone at a Take-out Soiree is HOT. The recent Take-out event we attended had a fairy theme; women and men were clad in skimpy ethereal outfits. Immediately, the erotic vibe was set by just the look of the guests. The age range was broad - from 20s to 40s, even older - but, again, everyone was sexy. Palagia adds more to the scene with sexy dancers and musicians. At the Take-out party we attended, there was a sexy percussionist. As the evening went late into the early morning hours, her drumming created a frenzy amongst the guests. There might not be any real sex allowed at a Take-out party, but there was a lot of sex play - couples writhing on the dance floor, threesomes with hands, tongues, and lips in all the right places, a woman in a (albeit) dark corner giving her boyfriend a blowjob, women caressing and fingering each other on the couch and dance floor, and a woman in another (albeit) dark corner getting fucked from behind. There was sex play everywhere, albeit the real sex done discreetly. The energy and vibe was so overwhelmingly sexual that even the most sexually conservative will feel compelled to join in. Palagia has her guests exactly where she wants them - hungry for more! For those who want to play in the open, they can become members of One Leg Up and attend the Eat-in Soirees held in private lofts and hotel suites in NYC. There is a screening process for membership, and only after being confirmed as a member are the location and password for the next Eat-in Soiree released online (usually two days before the event). Palagia has some strict rules for the Eat-in Soirees - all guests are required to disrobe to his/her underwear at 12:30am, and all members must come in theme. Members may play with their partner or other members. Members are also free to indulge their voyeuristic spirit and just watch. Like other sex parties in NYC, members must bring their own alcohol. Currently, the membership fees are $50 to join monthly and it renews at $75; $100 to join quarterly and it renews at $150 (best membership to purchase based on the savings). Members also get a discount to attend a Take-out Soiree at $65 per couple and $10 per single female. Otherwise, non-members pay an online fee of $100 per couple and $20 per single female.
To further wet your appetite, read our first review of One Leg Up below. If you want visual stimulation, check out One Leg Up's Erotic Coffee Table Photo Book. We agree with TimeOut New York: One Leg Up soirees are still clearly the "Rolls- Royce’s of the sex party scene”.
One Leg Up NYC (OLU) is dedicated to promoting the sensual liberation of both genders through its signature soirees, and while that mission sounds like a tall order, OLU delivers in spades. Created in 2000 by the stylish Palagia—a 30ish event planner extraordinaire—One Leg Up offers three types of erotic parties that cater primarily to select couples and single women. The Eat-In parties are the naughtiest of the lot, where disrobing and sexual activity are commonplace, but Palagia points out that these are “erotic” parties, not “swing” parties. While swapping partners is not discouraged, it is by no means the objective of the party. There is no sex at the Take-Out parties, but the vibe is still very sensual and it’s not unusual for revelers who meet at a Take-Out party to go elsewhere to explore the depths of their newfound relationship (wink, wink). Side dish soirees are geared toward singles and are the only OLU events where single men are permitted. All events are held in elegant venues and the patrons—a diverse, handpicked group mostly in their 20s and 30s—are typically stunning, articulate, and hot.
We opted to get our feet wet first at a Take-Out party, where “live playing” is verboten. The soiree we attended was called the “Unknown Façade” and required all guests to don a mask…at least until midnight. The backdrop for the soiree, Kush, is an elegant Lower East Side lounge that was right out of Casablanca. It was the perfect venue—dark, moody, and very sexy. The Eyes Wide Shut vibe clearly put the guests in the mood to flirt and play. One thirtysomething couple chatted us up for a while, but we were too busy staring at all the eye candy to stay focused on the conversation. At midnight, the masks came off…as well as lots of tops and bras. There was a sudden surge of touching, kissing, groping, and dancing. But everybody seemed to understand the boundaries and nobody behaved inappropriately. It was a very hot scene, so hot in fact that we had to hightail it home in a taxi to do what couldn’t be done in public.
No longer an OLU virgin, the female member of our duo decided to check out the latest OLU offering—the Sampler Party—which caters primarily to single men and women. If you’re uncoupled and crave a night of uninhibited mingling with likeminded souls (and bodies)—where women call the shots and set the pace, and judgments are checked at the door—the Sampler Party is for you.
I arrived at the party around 10pm on a Thursday night. The venue was a hip Lower East Side bar to which I had once been denied entrance for not passing their strict “no sneakers” rule. This time my high heels and I fared better. Once past the doorman, a petite, curly-haired woman was waiting for me with three business-sized cards in hand. These were my “yummy cards,” she explained—ice-breaking props to be handed to anyone I found particularly tasty-looking. As it turned out, I didn’t use the cards—a sexy vibe, a bit of alcohol, and a great DJ loosened me up straight away—but, as contrived as it may be to hand someone a yummy card, I think they offer testament to the charm of Palagia’s events. There’s no subterfuge at an OLU gathering—no reason to cloak your desire with masks or games.
At first, though, it wasn’t immediately apparent that this was an erotic event; in fact, the whole scene was pretty typical of a Thursday night in one of Manhattan’s hippest neighborhoods, with an attractive, relatively diverse crowd sipping cocktails and grooving to the music. It became clear, however, that this night was different than all other nights when I noticed the Eros safe-sex packets (containing a condom and some lubricant) scattered about. As if that weren’t enough of a clue, Danny the Human Wonder Pony soon appeared, clad in full-body rubber and a helmet adorned with blinking red lights, and gamely knelt in the middle of the floor, offering his back to any woman brave enough to take a ride.
By midnight, I noticed several women dancing topless, having traded their shirts for Diva Dots (pasties by another name). Not wanting to miss out on the fun, some men took off their shirts too. I took a deep breath, reminded myself of “when in Rome,” and stripped off my top and bra. Amazing!
Apparently, there’s something about a topless woman that makes men want to talk to her. I was standing alone for only a moment when I was approached by a striking-looking Swedish man whose female friend was having body paint applied in another part of the bar. He was under her strict instructions to “go find some yummy people.” The sexy Swede and I chatted until his friend returned, and after introductions were made and pleasantries exchanged, Tiffany and I were soon kissing and caressing each other while Lars looked on. Our little threesome soon grew into a happy cluster of people, all kissing and licking and sucking and grinding, and time began passing in a serotonin-drenched blur. All around the room, I noticed, couples and groups were getting friendly and, although we were repeatedly reminded via e-mail that there was to be no “live playing” at this event, the man getting a blow job by my right elbow was proof that some people just don’t know how to play by the rules. At 2am, happy and glowing, I made my way home…one satisfied customer.
A few weeks later, we were licking our lips in anticipation of the Aphrodisia Eat-In party, the theme of which was, of course, aphrodisiacs. So excited by the concept, the female member of our team created an elaborate list, on parchment paper no less, of her top 20 turn-ons, hoping that she might indulge in, at least, some of them at the event.
Two days before the party, we were required to visit a special website to find out the party’s address and the password (“stiletto,” as it turned out) we needed to gain admission. And the evening of the party we had to call a special number to find out the specific loft number. The intrigue alone was rather sexy. We felt like secret agents on a very naughty mission.
After teasing each other while getting dressed (and undressed) for the big evening, we finally reached our destination—an immense loft in the Flatiron District—at around 11pm, nearly 30 minutes after the doors opened. There were already several couples in the loft, mostly just relaxing on some sofas or standing around and chatting. The two bedrooms and a large snacking area were deserted. Although the light was quite dim, we could quickly tell that this was a very attractive crowd, ranging from late-20s to mid-40s, with one or two guests pushing 50. We made a beeline for the bar to drop off the wine we had brought (the parties are BYOB) and then dropped off a change of clothes (we expected to sweat!) with the coat check girl.
Palagia, the hostess, circulated to say hello to all the guests and gave each couple a list of sexy questions on card stock, which were to be used as an icebreaker. There were questions like “Have you ever had sex with two or more couples during a single play session?” The questions alone were getting us quite hot, as was the evening’s professional entertainer, a burlesque dancer who was having fun undressing some of the revelers.
We started chatting with a very friendly European couple that had been to a number of OLU parties in the past and then moved on to talk to a young couple who were OLU virgins. The conversations weren’t much different than we’d had at traditional cocktail parties, but there was an underlying feeling of sexual tension. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be having sex later in the evening with these very same people.
At 12:30am, all the guests were instructed to strip down to their underwear, which they gladly did. The next few hours were an ecstatic blur. The young couple we had met earlier resurfaced with red silk scarves that they proceeded to use as blindfolds on a few willing subjects. The husband then fucked a willing nymph while my partner and I massaged, kissed, and licked his wife to our heart’s content. She reciprocated with an amazing blow job that had me exploding in minutes. Later in the evening, I cajoled this same dark-haired lovely, along with a Latin hottie, to venture over to the snack table. My fingers were in one while my tongue was in the other. Next, I hoisted the former onto the table, cleared aside all the food, and made love to her to the delight of several onlookers. At some point, though, she was smuggled away, and I retired to one of the bedrooms to consummate my relationship with my Latina buddy. Meanwhile, across the room, my partner was pleasuring a powerfully built guy sporting dreadlocks with her willing mouth.
By 3:30am, my mind was still willing, but my body wanted to rest. My partner felt similarly. We said our goodbyes and sped off in a cab to a well-deserved breakfast. Once home, I had my best sleep in ages. Viva OLU!
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