Sex club

Seven sexual wishes for the new year — some more likely than others.

A guided tour of New York’s grungiest, most democratic sex club — limestone façade, crudités, and all.

Exercise equipment roped off, bridge-and-tunnel couples fucking in the pool, and a vibe that wasn’t quite as welcoming as all that.

A review of one of the sexier party options in New York — where the dress code is white or nothing, and the crowd delivers on both counts.

A weekly sex party in a borrowed Manhattan apartment, where everyone gets naked at 9:30 and you can still be home by midnight.

A sex party in a Bushwick loft, with velvet pouches, topless acrobats, and a crowd that works in public radio.

A love letter to pubic hair, and a plea for neatness.

A hot night at Le Trapeze. On this evening, I departed from my usual habit of limiting my sexual activity to my date….

Of course the sex party was in a synagogue. For this secular Jew, it felt like coming home.

A reader has questions about Le Trapeze, sex addiction, and going to a swing club while pregnant. I have answers.