Last night I went to my first sex club. The differences between a sex club and an orgy are as follows:
1) at a sex club, you don’t introduce yourself to someone before you put parts of his body in your mouth; and
2) the snacks available for when you’re taking a break are far less high-classindividually wrapped pieces of candy rather than cheese and crackers and cold cuts. Though of course I would be terrified of any cheese, crackers, or cold cuts offered to me at a sex club. So it’s probably just as well.
To my delight, I was perceived to be one of the cool people almost as soon as I arrived, and lots of guys wanted to play with me. Unfortunately, I was, um, saddled with somebody who didn’t want to share. Now, it’s awkward enough as it is to tell an adult, “All right, you’ve played with the toy enough, now let others have a turn.” When you are the toy in question, however, eager for others to have a turn, the situation becomes even more difficult.
And he wanted to spoon and cuddle with me afterwards.
What I thought: “Are you CRAZY? This is a SEX CLUB. Do you think we’re on a DATE? What PLANET are you from?”
What I said: “Oh, okay, sure, whatever you want.”
Clearly I need to work on this expressing my needs thing.
expressing needs is good. don’t let them take advantage of you… after all, there should be enough of you to go around. 🙂
every day more and more Faustus finds yet another way to make me do a spit take onto my computer screen….
There’s a sex club with FREE candy? Must be one of them classy joints.
I enjoy your blog. I too am hurling myself at New York City, pants down. Perhaps I’ll run into you (perhaps i already have).
p.s. I’m a top.
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