Sex club

Memory is unreliable. Sex parties, doubly so.

My first time at a sex party was a letdown. My most recent time, I arrived in a very different place.

V continues her tale — kneeling, this time without hesitation, in a room full of strangers at Le Trapeze.

V recounts the first part of our evening — a jazz lounge, wet anticipation, and a dropped pen.

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

Jen begged me to fuck her. Well, sort of begged. I was feeling generous.

Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.

Le Trapeze is skeezy. But I don’t need other people to have fun with Jen.