Aside from the time I went hang-gliding in a foreign country with a guide who didn’t speak English, the scariest thing I ever did happened inside a yurt in Northern California a few summers ago, when I was a horse.
It was the horse fair, also known as the FickstutenMarkt, a sex party imported from (where else but?) Germany. We were in a yurt because it was part of an annual, all-male, weekend sex camp not far from Ukiah that I promised the organizers I would not name. The yurt was for privacy. The entire weekend is secluded from the outside world — there are signs at the gate instructing UPS to come back some other time — but it’s also private in the sense that half of the 30 or so FickstutenMarkt participants don’t know who the others are. It’s a structured, semi-anonymous orgy built around dominance and faux-bestiality.
You signed up to be a mare or a stallion. Mares meet separately an hour before the market opens, at which point they’re blindfolded and given a soothing pep talk where they’re assured that handlers will be there to provide water or adjust blindfolds as needed, and that it’s OK to tap out at any point if you’ve had enough. Also, all the mares have to be fucked before any one of them can be fucked again.
That is probably not how they do it at clubs in Berlin.
Still, self-esteem-boosting California modifications or not, it’s a German concept — which means there are rules. First, there’s no peeking and no talking. The sex has to be entirely anonymous. Second, a mare cannot refuse a stallion unless the stallion’s cock is too big or if it has a piercing. Third, mares have the…
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