Unashamed: The Night I Claimed My Desire

At around 18 years old, I overheard my aunty talking about private adult clubs where you needed a key to enter. Behind those doors, people were free to explore, mingle, and “play.” I found this fascinating — a space where people could explore desires, sex, and kink.

My aunty was always excited about these events and spoke so enthusiastically about them. I’ve always had a curious mind, and I remember thinking: What am I missing out on? What would it be like to explore that world?

That curiosity stayed with me for years — until a couple of months ago, when I finally got the chance to experience it for myself.

I had just left a marriage with a man who was old-fashioned and thought these types of events were disgusting.

Then I met someone lovely. Our relationship began as friends — I was his “fag hag,” as he was openly bisexual/queer — and we talked openly about everything. Over time, we developed feelings, and eventually an open relationship began.

One night, we got to talking about polyamory, the queer scene, and exploring our sexualities. We’d both hidden that part of ourselves for so long. It felt taboo to share the true nature of our identities with friends or family.

I wanted to explore more of myself — and I wanted to support him in doing the same.

He mentioned in passing that he and his ex-wife used to attend adult parties, though they always played privately.

Without hesitation, I said, “I want to go!” He knew the right places, and we started looking into events. Since I was nervous, we decided to go to an open day at a well-known adult club Infusions.

That night, we got a tour and had the chance to talk to both newcomers and regulars. Everyone was so nice, open, and accepting — it was beautiful. Every person was celebrated, no matter their body type, gender, or sexual orientation. It felt like a true community of like-minded people, free to explore in a safe and respectful space.

The host, “Flower,” was so warm and caring. Her passion shone through in the way she made sure everyone was looked after — even serving delicious food!

What stood out most was the emphasis on consent and respect — this was the foundation of the club’s culture. No touching without permission, no creeping, good hygiene, and a strong focus on safety. Honestly, this club felt safer than any mainstream nightclub I’ve ever been to.

The amenities were thoughtful and thorough: showers, endless towels, sanitiser, wipes, condoms, lube, deodorant, mouthwash — everything was there to keep people comfortable and safe.

From the outside, the club looks discreet — tucked away in an industrial area. At first, I thought, What am I getting myself into? But once inside, I was warmly welcomed.

There was a cloakroom, lockers, a bar, dance floor, pool table, and plenty of open and quiet seating areas. The play areas were beautifully set up:

• A large communal bed for multiple people

• Queen beds for couples or small groups

• Soft bench seating to watch or join in

• A dungeon space with a flogging cross and an array of whips and paddles

• Private rooms with chains: up for privacy, down to welcome others

Everything was spotless, and all the supplies were provided for hygiene and safety.

That first night, I wore a simple one-piece outfit under a dress. After the meet-and-greet, we were allowed to stay for the evening event if we felt comfortable — and I did.

It was a smaller crowd, and I felt safe enough to stay. Here’s a quick breakdown of the usual entry costs:

• Couples: $80–100

• Single females: $40–50

• Single males: $120+ (carefully vetted and limited in number)

Before attending, we had to submit face photos, relationship status, and basic info. I really liked that — it made me feel secure knowing others were vetted too.

When I decided to stay, I slipped off my dress and revealed a stunning one-piece. I ended up playing pool — and totally kicked ass! My confidence was building. I felt sexy and admired — it was empowering.

A cheeky side of me emerged. I took my partner to the dungeon and asked him to paddle me — hard. It felt incredible. Knowing others were watching made it even hotter.

Later, we moved to a private room tucked away in a quiet corner. We started playing — but then the exhibitionist in me came out. I asked him to take the chain down. I wanted to be watched.

Not long after, a handsome German man entered. He watched for a bit, then asked to join. My partner said yes.

He lay next to me, gently holding my hands and caressing my body as my partner made love to me. I felt so beautiful.

Then my partner pleasured him with his mouth. Hearing it — seeing it — was so arousing.

Another man soon entered, staying in the corner as he pleasured himself to the sight of us. Eventually, he began massaging my feet — wow.

I focused on the German man, teasing him to the edge, while my partner continued with me.

The whole experience was deeply erotic, masculine, gentle, and intimate.

My partner made love to me… one man was exploring my body… another was massaging my feet.

I felt utterly sexually empowered.

The session lasted about an hour. I was parched by the end — definitely needed hydration!

Afterwards, I cleaned up, slipped back into my lingerie, and mingled with others.

That night was safe, accepting, devious, gentle, and deeply erotic.

I walked into the club shy and timid.

I left feeling powerful — strong in my femininity.

It was my first experience… and I’ll never forget That night awakened something powerful in me — not just sexually, but spiritually. For the first time, I felt in full control of my body, my pleasure, and my choices. I stepped into a space that honoured consent, desire, and freedom, and in doing so, I stepped into my own feminine power. I wasn’t there to please anyone but myself — and yet, I was adored, respected, and celebrated simply for being me. This experience reminded me that femininity isn’t about softness or submission — it’s about strength, self-expression, and unapologetic authenticity. I left the club not just sexually fulfilled, but emotionally liberated. I didn’t just find confidence — I claimed it.

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