And what once seemed seedy could now unleash untapped desires, as our man on the inside discoveredβ¦. Why would someone want to attend a sex party, I hear you ask. Fear of the unknown and outdated preconceptions have personified their image, and made it a big, bad, scary world to step into, but it has often piqued my interest.
After a little research on the range of parties on offer, it was clear: if you want it, it exists. After browsing their website and studying their online gallery, I decided this was the place.
Le Boudoir hold weekly parties on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and also every first Wednesday of the month. I chose to check out the Saturday, strictly for couples and single ladies. I floated the idea to my female friend, who was, surprisingly, up for it. That was the easy partβ¦. Aiming to retain an element of normality to our pre-orgy Saturday night, we get dinner.
There is a slight spanner in the works as my date has forgotten her passport used as proof of age and address , so we have to swing by her house before party time. We have quite literally made a sex pact. What if I recognise someone? What if I love it and get hooked? What if she leaves me for someone else? A nondescript wooden door with a video buzzer marks the point of no return.
Once inside, I am pleasantly surprised by the non-threatening reception area and the couple registering for the evening. We walk in, pour our drinks and are introduced to our new surroundings by one of the lovely hosts. My first impressions are it feels surprisingly familiar. Good music blaring, good looking and younger than I thought people chatting and laughing.
