Popping My Sex-Club Cherry
Erotic Flash Fiction
I walked in there wearing all of the wrong things. Cleavage top and a mini skirt. What on earth? Was I supposed to wear lingerie? Wow, what an idea? I can leave home in my gear? Is this my home away from home? Oh, dear!
I was timid and shy with my man by my side. Holding on to one another all night, quietly by the bar, watching from afar. There were couples grinding and dancing, so close and in such webs, it was hard to tell who was with who, because we were so shiny and new.
I wanted a taste, but I was too green and besides my vanilla-scented perfume was far too strong to subside. I had to do so much more wrong before I could embark on this chocolate sing-song. I watched and learned. Watched those women go: the women I admired and longed to be like.
Walking in there like they owned the place. Tits and asses on a plate. G-strings and silhouettes. Proud chests. Long legs. And lingerie that catches your eye.
We were too scared to look in the back where the playrooms were, so we stayed by the bar. We didn’t leave one another’s side, as we soaked up the vibes. Beats blasting in my body; surrounded in pressing bodies.
I didn’t want to go anywhere alone, though. I made my partner escort me to the bathroom because I was worried I would be harassed but the lifestyle operates on consent, so my early fears were wrong. That’s what many refer to it as — the LS, as in the Lifestyle.
Still, we did not leave our comfort zone, until the second time we attended and arranged to meet two couples who showered us with affection. We exchanged cheers, but we didn't make it to the back until our third visit.
The third time we attended the club, it worked like a charm: we opened Pandora’s box. I took our date by the arm and we explored those four bodies like fire alarms. Smoke looming from outside the door of the private room with cries for more. Even then, I intuitively knew the exhibitionist in me, as I felt like a genie in a bottle, and I was irritated that the private room had no windows for others to watch me.
Our years of monogamy were busted like that! Poof! What was that? It didn’t take long to become addicted to the rush, or the chase; it sure was a lot to take and I was interlaced in lace. We started off with soft swap and before you knew it, a few short months had passed, and I was fucking another man for the first time with an unquenched thirst.
My partner and I were in shock over our discovery of how hot it was to be fucked by his eyes and another man’s cock. It was an out-of-body experience, when I came into my own that night, and squirted for the first time. I didn’t even know my body could do that. Mind-blowing! We became as addicted as I was to sucking cock with him behind me.
The next time we walked into the club, I walked in there with my head up high. A bodysuit tantalizing all of those fired-up eyes. My ass cheeks exposed for all to see. Heart-shaped buns. Fishnets. Gloves. Ruby red lips. Before you knew it I was on the round big bed in the back, taking it like a chimney stack.
I wasn’t green any longer.
I was auburn, red and yellow flames of Amber Embers.
Amber Embers is my name and public sex is my game.
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