More than just a host of sex parties, Killing Kittens calls itself 'a movement and community whose sole aim is the unwavering pursuit of female sexual pleasure.' Every article about Killing Kittens seems to repeat the canard that the company founder, Emma Sayle, is a 'friend of Kate Middleton.' (The two briefly attended the same high school four years apart, and later were equally briefly involved with the same charity.) On this particular Saturday night, Killing Kittens, which last year expanded to New York and Toronto, was making its grand Hamptons debut.īut so far, nobody seemed to be pursuing any female sexual pleasure, unwaveringly or otherwise. We'd been at the party, run by the London-based company Killing Kittens, which boasts its members-only events are for 'the world's sexual elite,' for going on five hours. The topic then eliciting much concern in the hot tub: that nobody was having sex at the sex party. It was a warm, late June evening in the Hamptons, sky turning pink and orange at the horizon, and I was at that moment sitting in white La Perla underwear in an outdoor Jacuzzi with my friend Carol and three couples whom we had met hours earlier.
'If we all get to know each other, nobody's going to even want to have sex.' 'This is going on too long,' said a 30-something guy with a job in the film industry.
