Sex club

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

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

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

Memory is unreliable. Sex parties, doubly so.

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

The answer to how a single guy gets into a sex party is simpler than most men want it to be.

A farewell to one of my favorite New York sex party series, which has devolved into something I won’t be attending.

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

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

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.