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Almara Abgarian Wednesday 30 May 2018 8:00 am
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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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"They tied me and one of my friends to the wall, and another friend to a chair."
Unless you go to strip clubs, it's hard to know exactly what goes down there . So, here are eight guys sharing their "craziest" strip club stories...
"Me and my friend were at one place and he was being aggressively scouted by one dancer who seemed a bit older, but had some pretty impressive and athletic moves on the stage. So finally my friend gives in and goes to get a lapdance from her in a more private area. Comes back with her and has a look in his eyes that just says he's been through some weird shit . She starts trying to get me to go for one and I decline. She leaves and my friend tells me that while she was giving him the lapdance, she grabbed her boob and squirted breast milk in his face." [via]
"A stripper told me I had judgemental eyes and I reminded her of her dad." [via]
"Visited a strip club with four friends. Suddenly one of the girls get off the stage and puts a dog lead on me, and takes me into a room (one of my friends paid her to do it). Two big bouncers was standing on each side of the door, so naturally I got a little scared. So my friends joined me in the room, and there was another stripper there as well. They tied me and one of my friends to the wall, another friend to a chair and the two other to the floor. It was like a dungeon down there . They started undressing us, so we're two strippers and five guys completely naked and tied up, and the girls starts whipping us with this whip, and spraying us with whipped cream.
"It was one of the most bizarre moments of my life"
"One of the girls untied me and commanded me to stand on all fours on the floor, while she was riding my back. This is probably one of the most funny and bizarre moments of my life. Me and my friends were laughing so hard, and I got the feeling that the girls also had a good time (they were genuinely laughing with us and probably at us as well)." [via]
" Stripper held a match in her pussy , lit it with another match, then lit her cig with the match in her pussy. Yeah, it was just strange." [via]
"I was at a strip club with some buddies. Ran into a girl I used to work with, apparently she became a stripper. We used to flirt a lot at work, there was definitely some tension between us. Anyway, long story short, I got kicked out and she got fired . Bouncer caught us having sex in the corner. But no worries, we finished up at my place." [via]
"Not super crazy but: I've only been once, it was my (older) brother's stag do. I was pretty reserved because I didn't know his friends, but their attitude going into the night was 'GET THE NERD DRUNK!!!!', so they were buying me drinks and lap dances. I had an existential crisis and went out to the car park and threw up everywhere, then I woke up in hotel room with the worst hangover I've ever had." [via]
"I was in the army, and saw my commander at one. The look on his face when he recognised me was priceless ." [via]
"I was getting a lapdance at our local joint. The girl takes me back to the dance room, realises the song is almost half over, so tells me that we're going to wait until the next song before starting. So I have a stripper in my lap for a couple minutes, necessitating small talk, which I am abundantly terrible at. Luckily for me, she was equally bad at it, because she ends up blurting out, 'Wow, your English is really really good! ' I guess, since I'm Asian and was still dressed for work, she thought I was a foreigner. I couldn't help but laugh and I said that hers was pretty good too. I think she realised that she had just said something pretty stupid, because she ended up letting me touch for free." [via]

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What Going To A Sex Club Is Actually Like By Rachel Varina | January 2, 2020

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For the past, say, decade of my life, the idea of sex clubs has tantalized my brain. Whether it was watching parts of Eyes Wide Shut when my mom thought I was asleep, or devouring every piece of Fifty Shades like the basic betch I am, something about kinky sex has always fascinated me. And the most interesting kink of all was the sex club.
As someone who is jealous 98% of the time, it made zero sense for me to hit up one of these places. I can’t handle confrontation, comparisons, or situations where my self-confidence will be tested in the slightest. Why did I go, then? The same reason anyone would: My husband and I were drunk, bored, and didn’t feel like going out for sushi again. Well, not that kind of sushi, anyway (sorry, mom).
We had no idea what we were getting into, but f*ck it, we were going. So, as a not-so-adventurous woman who recently lost her sex club v-card, I’m here to walk you through the ins and outs of my first time, and how you and your expectations might just be shook.
From ordering the Uber (and most likely dropping the pin a block away so the driver doesn’t know where we’re actually going) to entering the club, the sheer thought of the nerves I’ll feel entering is already making my palms clammy. What do I do with my purse? I probably can’t wear Spanx, right? Will people be naked off the bat? Do we start making out on the dancefloor then go to a room or what? I have absolutely no idea how any of it works, and as someone who studies a restaurant menu for DAYS before actually going to said restaurant, the vast amount of unknowns is the scariest part of all.
There are two ways to approach this situation: embarrassed awkward or excited awkward. Either way, it’s going to be awkward, but you have the option to make it fun or weird. The Uber ride? Weird. Walking into the club and signing waivers and getting a tour of the nearly-empty facility? Very weird. Being set free post-tour to go to the bar and start flirting with strangers? Very, VERY weird. There’s no denying it—this was way out of my comfort zone. The thing to remember is that it’s strange for everyone the first time (at least, I’m assuming?). Instead of pretending it’s not bizzare, embrace the bizarre. Ask questions. Laugh at the strangeness. The only thing that makes it more uncomfortable is pretending it’s NBD watching real, live strangers hump in front of you for the first time.
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When I picture my ideal sex club, it involves a lot of people who are between the ages of, say, 22-37 and of the same general attractiveness as I am. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s what we’ll be walking into. First of all, I live in FLORIDA. Second of all, hot, young people are probably too busy being hot and young to spend an ungodly amount of money to watch strangers have sex on a Saturday night.
After reading reviews of not only the club we’re going to, but every other club in America and a few in Europe, the results are: You have no idea what you’re going to get into (or what’s going to be getting into you, if you know what I mean.). We could walk in and it be all things nose hairs and liver spots, or it could be firm asses and strong abs. My thoughts? Me (a solid 6-8 depending on the day) and my husband (a 10 where it counts) will either be the stars of the freaking show or the stubby outcasts.
As a couple of twentysomethings in a state where the average age of residents is 42, we could have walked in wearing bags over our heads and still been one of the hottest couples in the room. Like in almost any other situation, the sex club offered a wide variety of people of varying attractiveness. The only difference? As opposed to a normal bar or public event, everyone actually tried their best to look good. With a firm dress code, the population obviously put effort into their appearances.
Sure, the majority of the guests were in their 30s-50s, but it wasn’t *just* people who saw the invention of the f*cking telegraph there. By going on a big event night (the club’s biggest Christmas party of the year), we figured there’d be at least a few other couples who weren’t covering up grays yet, and luckily we were correct. While, yes, there were a few uncomfortably attractive people in the mix, all in all it was a collection of normal people who were trying their best to look good, which is better than I can say for almost any other situation I’d find myself in on a normal weekend.
if anyone sees me going to a bar with a cover in 2020, please slap me across the face and make me check my bank account
— Betches (@betchesluvthis) January 2, 2020
Now, obviously, as any closeted type-A could tell you, I know the prices of the club. I know how much it costs on any day for single females, couples, and single males (sucks to be you in this situation, gents). I know how much cover is, I know how much the drinks cost before 10pm, and I know how much they’ll price gouge us once it hits 10:01. F*cking duh. What does this look like, amateur hour? But, there’s still an element of the unknown. Will I feel so uncomfortable that I’ll have to down multiple $15 shots before I can make eye contact with anyone or will I be a
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