Play time

38 and newly single.  I wanted a relationship, but no one was quite tickling my fancy.  Lockdown had just lifted and quite frankly I was bored of dates in the pub, ending with a kiss on the cheek or a disappointing shag.

I met one guy who suggested we try a sex club.  I'd been to killing kittens and torture garden before but i'd found it performative and posy - not quite me.  I'd never partaken and I'd never been tempted.

But he was in a different scene, he was in the kink scene - he wanted me to dress in latex and come get publicly spanked and fucked and played-with.  Who was I to argue?

The first one was a small afternoon affair on a sunday afternoon.  Whilst my parents were in church, I was covering myself in talcum powder to enable me to squeeze into my new latex body suit.  I'd never worn rubber before but its surprisingly sexy.  I teamed it with thigh high boots and long latex gloves and I was ready to go.  Walking through soho no one looked twice - god, I love london.  My playmate, Matt, showed me around.  It was a nightclub essentially with a back room dungeon full of spanking tables, ropes, harnesses and swings. It was 1pm and I could see a man being pegged by his girlfriend, a girl being tied up and teased and couples of all genders and cultures playing with eachother.  And you know what, it was funny.  It wasn't serious, it was funny.  I met (and shagged) some great people that night who I'm still pals with today.

The next time I went I was with two men.  Matt and Toby.  Both gorgeous and fun.  This was a big event.  We had to queue to get in and our outfits were vetted.  Rubber and leather essential, no 'usual' clothing allowed.

This was a huge event.  Thousands of people.  German techno was playing.  Strippers, naked aerialists, men in rubber were on stage doing various performances.  There were huge 'playrooms' with ropes and wooden crossed and harnesses and whips all around.  There were people in gimp suits being pulled on leads and bodies all on top of each other exploring crevices and women being spanked on stage and a man in a wheelchair being orally pleasured by two girls and a man in a box with just his penis sticking out and someone with a sign around their neck saying 'use me' and women on women and men on men and all genders on all genders and it was weird and magical and sexy and disgusting and exciting and it stank.  Really stank.  I could get over the smell though because I wanted to get involved.  And i did.  I got fucked by both of my playmates. Separately and then at the same time. I got spanked by a german dom who made me scream with pleasure and pain.  I went into a dark room and let anyone touch me.  I met someone who called himself 'the human toilet' and that's exactly what he was that night. Not for me.  I just.... no.

At 4am the lights came up as we queued for our coats.  I saw a man who i'd sucked off puking in the corner and a girl who i'd kissed screaming at the cloak room attendant.  I saw condoms on the floor and patches of sticky liquid on every surface.  I saw couples arguing and bemused security guards.

And I thought, next time I'll leave before the lights come up.