Amsterdam March 2010

[Sundae]

I wasn't sure if I was even going to share. Ridiculously I realised you are the only possible people to share this with! Can you imagine me in the Staff Room on Friday, telling all the teachers and the other TAs about my visit to a sex club?!

I'll admit I was cheating on you with another site before I left. It is a specialist site re the Red Light District/ prostitution and various sexual activities in and around Amsterdam. A man who was visiting the 'Dam on the same dates as me got in touch and we agreed to go here together. It's the club's website - nothing graphic in the pictures, but probably NSFW simply due to the subject matter.

We met up earlier in the day, and although there was no immediate spark, he seemed a decent, laid-back sort of chap - attractive and confident and we know how far that can get you!

We met later that evening, ready to get a taxi to the club. I had been partaking a little due to nerves, and once we got in the taxi I couldn't speak for fear of unleashing very suspicious giggles. Luckily my chaperone did all the talking.

When we got there we paid (40 euros between us, effectively what we needed to spend at the bar). He paid - because alone I would have got in free, whereas he would have been charged 50 as a single man.

We went to the changing rooms, where he helped me into my corset. I was glad I wore it - it makes me feel very sexy - although I admit it wasn't the most practical item of underwear. Still, the fact no-one could get it off was a benefit - made me feel more secure.

We hit the bar and had a quick drink. Then took another on a walkabout to get the layout. It was clean, the lighting was dim, there were plenty of places for horizontal relaxation, and I had a protector - so far so good. There were public areas, semi-private areas, a little pool and a sauna, access to the roof outside, a darkroom and even a place set up with a sling. This was not intended to look like a local pub!

After downing my Dutch courage, my partner and I went to sit in the lounge area (low lighting, large sofas etc) and a man immediately came and sat next to me. I didn't particularly fancy him, but this was a different setting with different rules. All I had to do was smile at him and he started touching me. I included my partner of course - would be rude not to. It didn't take long for us to draw a crowd. The trouble was, I wasn't completely aware of who I was with at any one time. At one point I looked up from giving someone head to realise it was the man who'd leered at me earlier, who was missing a tooth. Not someone I would have expected or even chosen to get close to. It didn't upset me - this is the sort of situation where these things happen, but it was the beginning of the end for me.

My chaperone had already retreated to the bar for a couple more drinks, so I sought him out. FTR I think I had sex with about five different men. Sadly - it was hard to focus on what I liked because so much was going on. And the pressure of performing in front of a crowd was too much for some men - shoving an oyster in a parking meter anyone...?

Once back with my chap, we went into a semi private room, but even there, people came into the room and tried to join in. By that point I realised that I did just prefer one-on-one sex. But everywhere we went in the club, I was followed. I wasn't intimidated, but I did just think, "Oh shove off!"

It was everything I had hoped for, except that I didn't react in the way I expected. We were there for 2 hours, but in a way it seemed like it was all night, and yet also like it was 5 minutes of intense experience. I wouldn't necessarily go again, it's ticked off my list now. But if I did I would keep the upper hand more to start with.

Officially, Thursday night is Gang Bang night - the club is open to singles and they have working women there (you have to pay them, but not as much as in the Red Light District). All sex was safe of course - there are condoms and lube everywhere. Later, laughing over a joint, I bemoaned to my companion that I could no longer be sure who I had had sex with. I think there was a pretty mixed group in there nationality wise. Still, my co-conspirator was American. And he certainly comes with my full degree of endorsement.