Le Trapeze

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

She’s holding her pictures hostage, and I’m negotiating with a terrorist.

Le Trapeze is closing. I’ll miss it….

I keep going back to New York’s oldest sex club — not because it’s hot, but because somewhere deep in my soul I think sex is bad, and at Le Trapeze, sex is everything.

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

V and I fuck in the big room, surrounded by sharks. I fall down on my job of protecting her.

Forgot my wallet, made her pay for everything, collared her at the bar, and lost count of her orgasms at Le Trapeze. Not very dom-ly — except for the parts that were.

Nothing kills an appetite quite like a naked lower torso at the buffet.

V called me out as a weak spanker. I took it personally.

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.