My Weekend Of Flashy Orgasms

My Weekend of Flashy OrgasmsIn Haiti, by day or by night, I could never escape the sound of voodoo drums. At Sandstone, by day or by night, I could never escape the sound of people having flashy orgasms. Having been to both places and heard both sounds, I am here to tell you that the drums were neither as prevalent nor as noisy as the orgasms.Sandstone, in case you hadn't heard, was an idyllic mountaintop retreat in Topanga, California, just north of Los Angeles, where few, if any, clothes were...