As I pressed the doorbell buzzer of a non-descript oak door on a Saturday night in Aldgate; I questioned what the fuck I was doing. Or actually, what we were doing. Me and my partner of 7 years had never done anything like this before and until a few months ago, had no idea that either of us had even thought about it. Just like any club in London. After depositing our drinks I knew for a fact the majority of the bottle of gin would be gone by the end of the night⦠we quickly took ourselves on a tour with a group of people we could only presume were also newbies.
Upstairs had another smaller seating area with two rows of multiple beds pushed together β presumably for group and orgy play. Like a tour of a sex museum with a bunch of tourists in Amsterdam. Clearly this woman had been waiting for her to be on her own, like a big cat on an episode of Planet Earth, waiting in the grass to pounce. She briefly introduced herself before quickly moving on.
After all the small-talk what had brought us here, what we wanted to do we learned they were a much more experienced couple than they at first appeared. We decided to tour the venue again with our new friends, unsure of what was going to happen, if anything. The butterflies of sexual tension reminiscent of the first encounter with a new partner began to form in my stomach.
Each room that had been empty during the tour on our arrival were now filled with people of varying states of undress. Moans, groans, whips and spanks echoed around. An acrobatic couple were fucking on a sex swing like an x-rated cirque du soleil.
The rest of the world disappeared as our clothes came off, only to be occasionally brought back to the real world when I noticed a new couple had entered to watch.
