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It was an evening of luxury, art, and unforgettable erotic experiences.
I tell her Im a sex writer.
You see, she places her fingers in my mouth, I have all the power here.
see to it to write that down.
Condoms are readily available at every party.
My partner and I are decidedly in anethically non-monogamous relationshipand wanted to explore how attending could feel.
The penthouse is lit with deep red lights and boasts floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside, topless SNCTM performers move seductively.
Another man collects every guests phone so they cant take photos or videos.
With a full Champagne flute in hand, I take in the massive space.
Its meant to start with a cocktail hour and high-sensual art performances that feature eroticism in a tasteful way.
As more guests wearing dresses and tuxedos trickle in, upbeat music fills the room.
Theres a buzzing feeling in my body: a nervousness that feels exhilarating and fun.
I see the brunette from the elevator.
I ask her about the rose and she hands it to me.
Its yours now, she says, smiling.
Have you checked out the rooms yet?
I feel that nervous buzz again.
Shes a member of the club and attends events regularly; she invites us to join her.
Soon after, we meet another couple who attends these soirees regularly.
Its strange how normal that sentence feels here.
As the night goes on, I notice fewer dresses and more stunning lingerie.
I still have my gown on.
Suddenly, the music stops and a woman begins to belt opera in the corner.
As she does so, a nude blonde floats into the room carrying a vibrating sex saddle.
She mounts it and grinds against the seat.
Her moans are audible even against the singers voice.
Finally, the singer goes quiet and the room cheers as the blondes moans get louder.
It doesnt feel fake or performative, but rather, a symbol of a woman owning her power.
Shortly after, I lead my partner back to the rooms.
We look in the first, but it was empty, so we go to the second.
The shibari rope artist ties a naked guest to the black latex bed witha vibratorstrapped to her vulva.
Guests pile in to watch.
Well, the shibari rope artist says, Is someone going to f*ck her?
Shes begging to be f*cked.
It felt voyeuristic, all of us standing watching her lie there.
The woman in bed stares at me before reaching in my direction.
Much to the surprise of my partner, and myself, I hand him my drink.
I get on top of the woman in bed, touching her lightly, then with more intention.
I ask for her consent and she assents before I wrap my fingers around her neck.
I slide my hand to the vibrator and then past it.
She begs and I oblige.
Youre my dream, she whispers.
Afterward, I feel powerful, accepted, held, and free.
I kiss my partner before we venture back into the partys throng.
The night is still young.
I meet more guests and even engage with a few.
The rooms smell like sex, expensive perfume, and pure pleasure.
Youre a natural here, one member tells me.
I certainly feel like it.
I get a warm feeling inside, one of sexual liberation and acceptance.
Thats when I meet the woman straddling a bench in the bathroom.
Hey, you, she points at me, Why is your dress still on?
I smile at the question and immediately take it off.
Mylingerie a black velvet balconette bra, a garter belt, and black velvet panties wants to be seen.
I notice that I want to be seen, too.
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