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When someone says the words sex club, what do you think of?
Personally, I imagined them as places for exhibitionists, people with extreme sexual preferences and the odd perv, standing in the corner and w***ing himself off to the whole thing.
I’m happy to report that I was very wrong.
Last night, I visited Le Boudoir, a members club that hosts sex parties every week, held at a secret London location.
In an effort to blend in, I’d dressed provocatively in the little black lingerie dress that I reserve for special occasions. I’d also brought along a female friend, who we’ll call Cassandra, although that’s not her real name.
Le Boudoir is a bring-your-own venue, and I suddenly regretted that we’d only armed ourselves with one bottle of wine.
I needn’t have worried though, as Master Boudoir, the club’s impeccably dressed host, had already prepared a special treat for us – personalised vodka bottles.
How he found out that vodka is my tipple of choice, I’ll never know.
As we enter the main floor, the club’s social room, the atmosphere is mixed; some couples are sat huddled together on sofas, while others are eyeing each other up, and one lady is having a spin on the stripper pole.
I tried the pole myself later that evening and was far less impressive, which the developing bruise on my bum is proof of.
Master Boudoir gives us a grand tour, while he tells us what we can expect in the coming hours.
‘We get lots of newbies, and I think what’s exciting for them is that there are so many possibilities here,’ he says. ‘People who come here definitely seem to have a great sense of humour, and they’re engaging and great characters.’
It’s dark and inviting, and smells faintly of popcorn, a trick the club has implemented to conceal the natural smell of sex that’ll soon fill the air.
As we descend the stairs, I spot a large bed with a TV above it, set to porn, and a large vibrator, free for all to use. An hour later I saw a woman give her partner a blowjob as she enjoyed the vibrator herself, so it definitely gets used.
Additionally, there are two glory hole rooms, where women and men can indulge in a strange penis or two.
The building used to be a bank, and owners of Le Boudoir have kept many of the original fittings, including the vault which, coincidentally, is home to the dungeon.
‘The dungeon affords lots of excitement,’ Master Boudoir explains, including a padded wall, a St. George’s cross and a spanking bench with restraints. Sometimes, couples will say to me ‘Master Boudoir we’ve seen you do your thing, would you mind showing us your techniques’.
‘I’ve got my bag of tricks and I’m constantly adding to my implements, and it’s always to increase the woman’s pleasure. Each woman has different triggers and yearnings, so I’m very careful about asking what she’d like and I check whether she’s OK at each point.’
A few hours later, the dungeon is full.
Master Boudoir is teaching me and Cassandra how to spank a blonde lady who is restrained on a bench, while she gives her partner a blowjob.
Feeling somewhat awkward and out of place, I promptly apologise when I spank her, to which I’m met with kind laughter by both the woman and her partner.
I’m encouraged to go ahead and ‘slap harder, she enjoys it’.
Meanwhile in the two prison cells, one of which has a sex swing, two couples are having sex as the whole room watches.
It’s all very voyueristic, and I can sense which couples have been here before. It’s not a naked fest though – most of the crowd have their underwear on, while others are fully dressed still.
I leave Cassandra and the Master to do their thing, and venture outside to the smoking area, where I chat to a few of the guests.
It’s a mixed bag, but it’s a much younger crowd than I’d anticipated and most of them are fairly attractive.
Especially this one gentleman from Scotland, who has come along with his female friend – I catch both of them in a swingers situation later that evening.
The Scottish gentleman admits it’s his first time at a sex club, and like me, he’s nervous.
Another couple tell me they came along the night before, and found a lady to play with. She had come on her own, and apparently she also ‘came three times’.
Overall, the crowd is friendly – the seedy element that I’d expected isn’t present – but that’s not to say there’s not a lot of kinky sex, most of which takes place on the top floor.
As I enter the room, I’m struck by how sensual the sex is.
Yes, there’s definite f**king, but no one is in a rush, they’re taking their time and they’re enjoying having an audience.
I sit down and take in the view: there are several couples having sex in front of me, while to my left there’s a woman orgasming as her lover plays with her.
To my left, three women are getting head from their respective lovers.
I’m surprised by how quiet the room is; the music is playing in the background and women are moaning softly, but no one is screaming load enough for the neighbours to complain.
Whether this is the official way of doing things, I couldn’t tell you, but I had three men extend their hand to me that evening as a gesture that I was welcome to join him and his partner.
It’s actually incredibly polite, and I was both flattered and felt safe – if it’s a no, you simply shake your head, or smile and walk off.
The only negative part of the experience was that despite the mischievous mood, as a single woman in a sea of sex offers, I still felt as an outsider, watching couples make love.
But Le Boudoir offers different themes, depending on the night.
On Saturdays, it’s couples and single ladies, but on Thursday’s a small amount of single men are welcome too. These are hand-picked by the club.
In fact, the manager reveals that the club has 20,000 members and another 5,000 on the waiting list, and some of the less desirable men will never get a membership.
Around 2am, I find myself on a sofa with Cassandra on the top floor, discussing the evening’s events with the club’s manager. On the sofa next to us, two ladies have switched partners and are giving the men blowjobs.
They don’t seem to mind us chatting, though.
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We decide that as far as casual sex goes, Le Boudoir is far superior to flicking through Tinder for a night of ‘Netflix and Chill’.
Oddly, the former is far more respectful, even if you should find yourself in bed with multiple people in one night. You’re highly encouraged to find out for yourself, although I’d recommend bringing a plus one if it’s your first time.
If I decide to return myself, I’ll probably do so with a male partner.
And yes, I know what you’re thinking: did I accept one of the extended hands or find myself in the throes of passion with Scotland?
The answer shall forever remain a secret, because a lady never tells and neither does Le Boudoir.
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For four days, Daniel Saynt didn’t answer his mother’s constant phone calls.
“I just couldn’t face her,” Saynt recalled. “I had this pit in my stomach. I knew she had found out.”
When he finally answered, his mom could barely speak between sobs. “I’ll never show this to your father!” she said.
The shocked mother, a practicing Jehovah’s Witness, was looking at a Jan. 3, 2018, online article about her 35-year-old son — and how he runs one of New York City’s most exclusive millennials-only sex clubs, NSFW (New Society for Wellness).
“She was angry, hurt and worried they’d have to excommunicate me,” The Bronx native told The Post. He had hidden his secrets — about his bisexuality and his free-love lifestyle — from his religious family for years, but was relieved to now be exposed. “I felt like it was time to come forward, and I didn’t want anything to stop me,” he said.
Saynt started his elite sex group, which gathers weekly at a residential three-unit apartment building in Williamsburg, in 2015.
NSFW now has 700 members — all meeting Saynt’s criteria of attractive, successful, avid social-media users — with an average age of 28. There are 300 more people on the waiting list, and more than 9,000 other applicants who didn’t make the cut. The membership fee is a one-time payment of $96, while each sex party carries an extra cost ranging from $30 to $150.
Models, entrepreneurs, singers, actors, media professionals, stylists and A-to-B list celebrities make up the clientele.
“It’s like the Soho House of sex,” said Saynt, referring to the swanky members-only social club.
And it’s a long way from his religious past.
Born Daniel Santiago at Albert Einstein Hospital in the Bronx, Saynt grew up poor and was raised by Puerto Rican parents devoted to their religion. He attended church every Sunday, woke up at 6 a.m. each morning to spread the gospel door-to-door before school and spent 10 hours a week at Bible study. As per the tenets of his religion, he did not celebrate birthdays or holidays, including Christmas.
“It’s not just a religion, it’s a lifestyle,” said Saynt. “Your friends, family and everyone you interact with are all Jehovah’s Witnesses.”
But at the age of 13, he had his first sexual experience with another boy from the neighborhood.
“It was very confusing and scary being in a faith that is so traditional in their approach to LGBT people,” he said of the church, which considers homosexuality a punishable sin. “It really stunts you.”
Saynt continued to seek out hookups with other men as well as women throughout high school, “but always kept it quiet and private.”
In 2001, against the wishes of his parents — who wanted him to become a missionary — Saynt enrolled at Berkeley College in Midtown.
“Once I was away from home . . . I was able to be more of my own person,” he said. He began experimenting, attending sex parties and using Craigslist to hook up with men and women. In 2004 he graduated with a degree in e-commerce and legally changed his surname to Saynt.
But he hid his true self once again when he married his now ex-wife in 2006 — and chose to keep his bisexuality and adventurousness from her.
The two were wed for six years before he came out to Alexander, with whom he had founded a digital lifestyle-marketing company, and the two went their separate ways.
This time around, he decided to make his passion for sex more than just a hobby.
‘I wanted to sell things that make people happy, like sex.’
“I got tired of selling shoes and handbags and beauty things that people don’t need,” said Saynt of his fashion-marketing days. “I wanted to sell things that make people happy, like sex.”
SAYNT began accepting applications for NSFW in 2015. Potential members must answer a detailed questionnaire about their fantasies and preferences, submit photos of themselves and provide links to their social-media accounts.
“We look for people with a story to share,” said Saynt. “If you can’t share a conversation with someone, you can’t share a bed.”
Saynt and his trusted “council” of five want people who post photos of themselves with friends and at local hot spots, doing fun activities and traveling the world. Hateful political views, too few photos or awkward close-ups are an automatic “No.”
“If a guy applies and says, ‘I just want to have sex with as many girls as possible,’ that’s not someone we want here,” said Saynt.
Attractiveness and savvy style are also big considerations.
“I use my bi[sexual] sense,” Saynt said. “Like, do I want to hook up with them? Would I want this person having sex next to me? If not, then we won’t accept them.”
“He’s basically creating a huge black book for himself,” one of his NSFW employees quipped.
Saynt and his club members believe high standards are what keep the sex parties sizzling.
“Being a hot woman, I don’t want to f–k everyone and I don’t want everyone to think they can f–k me,” said member Lola Jean, 28, who works as a sex educator and is known in the sex-club community as a wrestling dominatrix. “At other parties, it’s hard to be the hottest person in the room and have all this attention coming at you — but here, everyone is hot so they all get it.”
About 60 percent of members are couples in open relationships, and the majority are bisexual. The millennials say they are also happy to be among people who aren’t of an older generation.
“Sex clubs in New York have a feeling of age while you’re there and don’t feel new and fresh,” said member Mercedes Clark, 25, who works as a model.
THE bacchanals — the biggest of which take place at city venues such as House of Yes — celebrate themes ranging from BDSM and foot-fetish workshops to caviar dinner parties, but all end with little to no clothing on and plenty of hooking up.
“Members dress in layers to allow for various stages of nudity as the night develops,” said member Melissa Vitale, 25, a publicist. Sometimes there is a strict all-black dress code that includes masks.
“It’s an adult playground,” said Saynt, who now lives in the West Village with his longtime boyfriend. The two are in an open relationship.
At the Williamsburg clubhouse, the basement holds six beds with mesh dividers between them. Red Christmas lights and lanterns decorate each floor and a large “XXX” marquee sign greets people at the door. Photos of tattooed models holding pizza and hot dogs over their genitals line the walls. Black leather toys are on display for members to test.
Saynt’s marketing company, also called NSFW, works with brands such as Real Love Sex Dolls to market directly to club members by letting them test out and buy discounted products. The partnerships, in turn, help fund the parties.
During a recent gathering, Saynt — who is working on his strained relationship with his parents — and 15 of his closest members met to celebrate his birthday.
It was a milestone he was never allowed to commemorate growing up because of his religion.
But instead of blowing out candles for each year, Saynt spent an intimate night among his like-minded friends.
“It’s my way of making up for all the birthdays I didn’t have,” he said.
Additional reporting by Heather Hauswirth
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