Last night, the population of Korea watched me have a threesome. I couldn’t see all those faces, but I knew they were there: quiet, probably wide-eyed. They sat and stared while my newfound playmates—two bisexual men—pressed me up against a bedroom dresser and gave it to me hard. When we moved our ménage à trois to the bed, where we wrapped around each other like sweaty circus performers, they barely even spoke. Every so often one of them would blurt out an incomprehensible cry—but who could tell if that was the garbled howl of voyeuristic pleasure, or just one of our spectators passing... More >>>