Le Trapeze

In which – in the company of Charlotte and Milica, I make my first visit to a sex club since the pandemic.

This is a post I wrote in 2013. I’m not sure why I never posted it. And, to be honest, I only barely remember H. I suppose I could go back to my e-mails and see what I might be…

Le Trapeze is closing. I’ll miss it….

I first wrote about New York’s oldest sex club over three years ago, and I’ve returned maybe a dozen times, maybe more, since my first visit. In the time since my first visit, the club hasn’t changed at all, but…

Isabel feasts on my cock – and comes – in New York’s now-defunct premier sex club.

Wrapped in towels, we took ourselves to the big room, a room holding some ten or fifteen couples. There was a fair amount of fucking going on, and the crowd was a good one: attractive, young, and not a paid…

1. Shit. I forgot my wallet. No credit cards. No ID. No cash. V has to pay for everything. Not very dom-ly. 2. Her text was right. This bar sucks. Her thigh-highs are way too sexy for this place. I…

“Please cover lower torso at food bar.” Sorry, but ew.

V and I sometimes trade gifs – you know, those little animated pictures that show one moment of sexual bliss, looping endlessly. The other day, I sent her this one: To which she replied, “(You don’t hit me hard enough…

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.