My First One-Night-Stand Was With Two Men in a Sex-Club
The time I ticked off a whole sex bucket list in a night.
I often look back at the last three years in awe: the sheer enthusiasm with which I bolted out of an abusive relationship and dove, headfirst, into the thrilling whirlpool of my own liberation and sexual awakening astounds even myself sometimes.
In another memoir from this time, Sex 2.0, I mention how “it’s incredible though, what leaving your dysfunctional marriage — after having an affair with a woman, and then attempting to make up for seventeen years of vanilla-monogamy in a matter of months — does to your repertoire.” And, it really is: In a matter of months, my horizon expanded exponentially.
The following story is from the beginning of this journey and took place a few months short of three years ago. I had to write it in third-person to allow me the necessary distance to be as candid as I wanted to be:
Double-Jimmy: A Night of Firsts
Floored, she fights her way out of the booming whirlpool of black-clad bodies to find the bar. Leaning her lean curves on one of the club’s colossal columns, she surveys her surrounds.
