Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Happy TMI Tuesday! Let's get to it, shall we? :-)
Searching for a Sex Club Sidekick...by the Fury.
One of my favorite scenes in the movies happens in Eyes Wide Shut. Tom Cruise arrives by cab to a palatial mansion where he's told a sex party is occurring. Since everyone is masked, he brings one. At the door he's asked for the password. The word, which was only whispered between him and a friend, is finally revealed.
"Fidelio" He says.
The doorkeeper lets him in and he enters a home full of limitless and emotionless sexual activity. The sex isn't exciting. The women are, for the most part, well shaped (though not one great ass in the bunch). It's all about the spectacle.
I'm very much a visual person. I'm also a very sexual person. The sex club idea intrigues me. Not that I expect to witness great porn worthy sex, but it all interests me. So I decided I'm going to go to a sex club and see for myself. The plan was simple.
1) Find a non-seedy sex club that has an attractive clientele
2) Find a friend that isn't afraid to go with me
3) Watch it all, experience it, make mental notes and write it down for Brooke's Blog in part detail and my blog in full smutty detail.
Twitter being the ultimate in communicative tools for the anonymous type, I searched there first. It took me all of one tweet and five minutes to get multiple responses for sex clubs that matched my criteria. Only one club was in New York City. The club is in Midtown Manhattan. Yep, right under your noses there's some sex club popping.
One of the people that told me about the sex club told me when to go (Friday nights are good) and when she'd next be going…in case I wanted guaranteed eye candy in the house. I had a calendar conflict.
Ok #1 down...on to #2 - finding a friend.
A friend…hmmm, ok that's a loaded term. See, chances are that friend would have to not be too shy. On the lower floors of the sex club you can keep your clothes on. The floors where actual sex happens (ie: the stuff I want to experience) you must wear only a towel. Each couple (and a third single lady if you like) share a locker where all of their clothes, phones etc. are locked and then you venture into the sexy area in (very plush, very nice) towels that are provided.
So this would mean the friend has to be comfortable in possibly being seen naked - or veeeeeeery close to it - and seeing me naked. Of course, the first thought is to invite someone I've had sex with. A former lover possibly. I'm considering it, though the ones I know that would attend in a heartbeat cannot for one reason or another. Of course, attending a sex club with someone from the past may guarantee sex afterward...or hell maybe during. Who's to say seeing all that passion won't illicit some horny feelings? If I haven't had sex with the friend, could it make me so horny that I push up on her, her on me? Wow! That's a lot to think about.
I'm stuck on #2. Who to go with? Who? Who? Who?
A couple of my very, very cool, very attractive Twitter friends have volunteered. Not surprisingly, they're all in different states. And of course, since they only know me as The Fury, they'd be trusted to keep that secret after seeing me in real life.
I've asked platonic friends if they would go in general, but no direct invites. Interestingly enough, all have said they would. Hmmm…seems I'm not the only one that's interested in expanding their voyeuristic (possibly exhibitionistic) side. But I haven't decided yet. Haven't ventured out. But I will. And when I go...
Ladies, would you go with me? A friend? Lover? Boyfriend? Husband? Stranger you know from the internet?
Fellas, would you go to a sex club with a friend? Lover? Girlfriend? Wife? Stranger from the internet?
They call me The Fury and I'm looking for a Sex Club Sidekick.