So I went to Deviant night at the sex club. I expected a bit more deviancy and inclusivity. Not as many gay, gender neutral or the such, but even one is more than what I’ve seen in the past.
There was one girl being hung from the ceiling. She was gorgeous and had a beautifully mesmerizing smile and only a pair of lace undies on. She was a marvel to stare at. It was like a live art installation.
There was a good mix of people; and a lot of boys and a few men. One man I would have talked to but I was surrounded by boys and didn’t pursue it. I did get a lot of attention. Almost every man in the room stared at me and one attractive woman gave me a side glance that was thornier than a porcupines quills. So I know I was looking good, but I really wasn’t feeling it.
The music has never been great there. The food is decent but who goes to a sex club for the food. Maybe I’ll have to wait to have a lover or boyfriend to go again. The voyeur act is wearing on me a little. Watching all these people play and have sex isn’t doing much for me really. Dare I say the thrill is gone?