Sex at a Rave

Sex at a Rave

The bass was hitting before I ever hit the warehouse doors. It thrummed through my body from the floor up. It was a second heartbeat as I walked in; the lasers cutting through the fog. The world became electric neons, and I smiled. I wasn’t thinking about sex at a rave, I just wanted to dance! This was exactly where I wanted to be!

My best friend Tara disappeared toward the bar. I was alone in a sea of dancers, just where I wanted to be. This was the nature of the rave: to lose yourself in the movement and the music. No one knew you, and no one cared; you were just music, beats, and dance for a night.

This freedom felt dangerous and exciting.

I was lost in the music when I noticed him. Tall, dark, and dangerous. Damp curls, silver chains, and a mesh shirt. He was in his own groove. Moving to his own half-rhythms. That is the moment I knew he was going to be my sex at the rave.

His eyes met mine, and I felt a different kind of buzz, and I hadn’t even had a drink or party favor yet. He was trying to yell something at me, but all I caught was something about the time of my life? If that is indeed what he said, I smiled and shook my head yes.

We started to dance together, the world blurring under the strobes. Lights flashing and bodies touching. The tension building with the bass and the volume. That’s the thing about Sex at a Rave that nobody talks about: it starts long before anything physical happens. It’s the shared rhythm, the closeness, the room disappearing except for the person you are with, and the anticipation of the next section, the next dance move.

Eventually, he leaned in, trying to talk loud enough for me to hear. I think he said something about getting out of there as he pointed up.

All I heard in my mind was lets go have sex at this rave.

At that point, that’s where I was, and sex at a rave was all I was thinking about. We ended up on the balcony. The dancers below, like waves in the storm. The world was filled with light below, but it was darker here. I could feel his breath on my cheek when he grabbed me and pulled me in.

He kissed me as the DJ dropped the beat, and the crowd screamed. Neither of us stopped to look; his hand was tangled in my shirt, pulling up my skirt. My hand down his pants. The balcony was private and dark, and I was in need. All of a sudden, our bodies were moving to the music in a different way.

Then a group stumbled up the stairs, drunk and rolling. We pulled apart and turned away to cover up. It killed the mood instantly. We laughed and decided we needed a different hiding spot.

Walking through the building, we found a dark hallway. It seemed like the perfect spot, I was determined to have the full sex at a rave experience, but when he had his hand on my ass and was going to lift me onto his dick, security darkened the hall and shouted that this space was off limits. We laughed and had to discreetly adjust our clothes again and look for somewhere else.

We walked out of the building and behind the warehouse. It was a bit quieter and a little more private. There may have been another couple behind the trees further out of the light.

We had a little more room to talk, and I at least got his name in the middle of this sex at a rave.

We started to kiss again. Harder this time. This sex at a rave was reckless and impulsive. I didn’t care that this wasn’t totally private; the other couple would be able to see us, they were too involved in their own storyline.

The chemistry burned between us, it was hot…oh so hot. So we followed it.

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