Our sex columnist says goodbye to Atlanta, but not before visiting a swingers club. It's Friday night and I'm en route to a swingers club for the first time ever. The night's theme is feet. I hate feet.
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I had been wanting to go but not to participate. I was with five of my friends, girls and guys. It was a holiday weekend so we were all trying to hang out. One of the guys there, who is one of my good male friends, I had had the conversation with him already about me being interested in going. We all decided to go.
The very first time I entered a swingers club, I was single. Oh boy, a sex club. What was I getting myself into? I had looked at pictures of the club online and have to admit, I was really surprised at how cool it looked. Now I was even more intrigued!
Last night, I visited Le Boudoir, a members club that hosts sex parties every week, held at a secret London location. I tried the pole myself later that evening and was far less impressive, which the developing bruise on my bum is proof of. 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.