It’s always nice meeting new people. But once again I’m terribly disappointed with the sex club scene in another city; Las Vegas and now New York. Everyone is out of the city I was told, being probably the last nice weekend of the summer. People migrate out of this city on the weekends here. Every city has its habits.
There were some interesting people at the club though. It was very small and low-key. The cast of characters included one young Queen Kitty who tops and bottoms, she may have been paid by the club, as she was the only one playing a lot. There was definitely one prostitute, a trans man, a sissy slut dressed in full vinyl with a face mask, a few sex fiends, a nice older handsome English bloke, a young attractive Argentinian and a debonair black man. All the men seemed beyond horny though except for the sissy, which while I do enjoy being oggled at….. wasn’t doing much for me.
Had I gone to fuck or even Domme I could have had some good fun, albeit in a very calm and not busy at all atmosphere, but I went to watch. I talked to the cast, they were all of interest, but I wanted to get lost in someone else’s escapade and there wasn’t really much going on.
My feet were starting to hurt so I left short of a couple hours without saying goodbye to anyone, which is one of my rude habits sometimes.
I knew what I was up against with my aunt when I got back. After all we did end up arguing before I left. She actually forbade me from leaving her apartment dressed as I was. She said I looked like a whore. No decent woman leaves her house like that and I was going to be arrested by the police if she didn’t call them herself. Which just made me want to leave quicker really, but I knew it was not going to be fun coming back. Why am I always surrounded by people wanting to control me? They always seem to think it’s for my own benefit too, which is the most laughable part. I’m a grown woman people. I get to have a life. Jeezus!!
The club said Monday would be better and also BDSM night. I don’t have another outfit and I’m over it for the time being. I’ll be glad to leave New York, but sad to leave my aunt. I doubt I’ll ever see her again.
The fun part of not drinking, if that can be said, is feeling pretty good coming home, sleeping ok and waking up fine, even while going to sleep late. I definitely can’t say that when I’ve been drinking, now can I?
This pic was back from the club and yes I brought my wig to NY. 💋💋