Tonight I drove Axel to Toronto to hang out with some old friends. While he was hanging out, I went to the sex club with my poetry friend. The evening was supposed to be different. The poetry friend and I were supposed to fuck, but luck would have it that my moon time came unexpectedly, thanks menopause, and so the plans changed. I was bummed but determined to still have a good night.

My poetry friend was hoping to fuck, had gotten his hopes up to fuck, and I dashed that. I felt slightly guilty but mostly just bummed cause I was horny. I arrived at his apartment around 9 pm. The front door was open so I didn’t buzz and went up the elevator to the correct floor. I find his apartment and knock loudly. No answer. I knock again, this time louder. No answer. I keep knocking, standing awkwardly by the door.

I message him on Whatsapp. Read. No answer. What the fuck? Is he ignoring me now? Should I just leave? I knock again like I’m the police. No answer. So I look down at my phone and call. He answers right away.

“I’ll be right there,” he says.

The door pops open and his smiling face appears.

“Sorry.”

“No problem,” I reply. I walk in to the well decorated, spacious apartment. We head to what looks like the balcony doors behind a curtain, only it’s not the balcony, it’s his bedroom.

“Was this an added-on room?” I inquire. He tells me how it was meant to be a den. He has two roommates, and I can hear both their music blaring from opposite sides of the “bedroom”. Before I know it, he’s stripping down to his boxers, his chiseled chest all I can focus on. Then I notice, he has two shirtless, artistically posed portraits of himself hung up on opposite sides of the room. He loves himself, I think. If I had a body like that, I’d do the same.

I crouch down in front of him, staring up at his eyes, his cock right at attention at eye level. His cock is so smooth, and I feel the smoothness on the tip of my tongue as I lick up the shaft. I take the tip in my mouth and down almost to the base.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable,” I say, and direct him to lie on the bed beside us. He lies down on his back, and I find myself between his legs lying on my stomach, my head in his crotch. I worship him for a good half hour before he suggests we fuck.

“I’m on my moon time, so only anal or oral today,” I assert as he winces.

“Really?!”

He’s not into anal, and he can’t cum from oral. This is not ideal. I apologize and he just laughs it away. He suggests we go to the nearby sex club and have some fun. I agree, excited to watch some hot couples going at it.

We drive separately to the club, as I have to leave at 1130 pm and he’s likely going to stay. My membership has lapsed, and I owe $50 for the year at the door. He pays, and we go inside. The club is sparsely populated, only one couple going at it in the back and some single men trolling around. I sit down on the red pleather couch while he goes to the bathroom.

He’s gone less than a minute when I feel myself as prey. Several staring. Two men circling me. One asks to sit next to me, and strikes up a conversation.

“You have beautiful breasts.”

“Thanks”

The man is older and rubbing at his crotch through a white towel. I’m wearing just some black yoga pants and nothing else, not expecting the club tonight. Another man pulls up beside me. He leans in and asks how my night is going. Another man is eyeing me across the way. I’m one of two women in the room. It’s still early, but I feel bad for my poetry friend who was hoping to score tonight.

The man sitting beside me walks away, and my poetry friend returns. We walk into the other room with the giant crosses for whipping and other paraphernalia. We find a comfy seat on this odd shaped cushion, meant with angling for fucking. He sits at the far end in his towel, and I lean in and start to suck his dick again.

A man(?) in a large dinosaur costume saunters in and I get distracted laughing. I look up and see an older man watching me intensely, he smiles and nods. I go back to sucking for a bit. After some time passes, I ask the lurking man the time. It’s 1130 pm. Time for me to go.

I go back to the lockers with my friend and put on my clothing. I hug and kiss him, wish him luck, and head outside to my car. I drive the 20 minutes to Axel and wait outside the apartment building he’s in. I stand outside the car having a cigarette when Axel arrives.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“Oh, yes!”

And we get back in for the long drive home.

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