A strict dress code, a ban on photography … otherwise — complete freedom of action, limited only by the desire of the other participant. Our correspondent went to a sex party and shared her feelings and discoveries.
I’m wearing black cat ears and fishnet gloves, a mid-thigh skirt, thin straps, a translucent bra and stilettos. This is my alter ego, which I let out from time to time. This girl has bright scarlet lips and long arrows. Her life is kissing, dancing and, of course, sex. She fuels my self-confidence.
I’m going to the kinky Pop Porn Party at the Konstruktor club. The description says that kinks — from the English «kink» — a strangeness, a perversion that you personally like. Some people like to peep, some people like to have their feet licked. I wonder if I know all my kinks
Another reason why I’m here is curiosity, love of experimentation and the belief that the most interesting things happen when you take a step aside: it doesn’t matter whether it’s from the usual route, from the rules invented by society, or from your own ideas. about how «good girls» behave.
Strong guys on face control give each guest a captious look. They let me in, but the guy behind me seems to have problems: he didn’t think over the costume properly. Although all visitors have bought tickets in advance and passed a strict pre-selection, they will not be able to pass without a costume. Perhaps that is why there is such a beautiful audience inside — mostly young faces, a lot of skin and latex, someone is almost naked, and someone has only eyes visible from under the mask.
You can play whatever you want. That’s why we’re here — for one night to forget who we are in everyday life.
Every third man is wearing a harness over a white shirt. It looks brutal and evokes associations with the gladiators of Ancient Rome. And someone will see in this paraphernalia a hint of a military uniform. That’s the beauty of what’s happening — you can play whatever you want. That is why we have gathered here — to change a little for one night, to forget about who we are in ordinary life.
Taking pictures at the party is prohibited — if the organizers notice, they will remove you from the hall and permanently close access to the following events. Only invited photographers shoot — before taking a picture, they ask permission. If you do not want to see your photo on the Web, you can write to the organizers, and they will immediately remove it.
I walk around the club, exploring the area. In this hall there is a stage and a dance floor, in the next one there is an area with a bar and sofas, a little further there are massage tables and a structure in the form of a cross, on which BDSM lovers are tied. I feel how my gait, look, movements are changing. I’m not really me anymore. And those who are around, too. I don’t just see a crowd of strangers — I see their roles. Those whom they hid for a long time under office jackets or strict dresses.
The basic rule of the party: “no” means “no”
At the bar, a girl with fire-colored hair treats me to vodka with cherry juice. She has sharp features, a chiseled figure and long fingers — with them she squeezes a leash on which a guy in black and with a balaclava on his head is fastened.
A performance is announced in the adjacent hall, and we all move there. On stage is a graceful blonde named Zap. She gathered a real crowd around, but there was only one young man in the chair in front of her. Zap strokes his hair, cuddling up to him, wiggling her hips like a cat about to jump. In the process of dancing, she takes off her clothes and finally remains in his stockings, bows and releases the young man into the crowd — it seems to me that his legs are about to give way.
Zap then explains how to behave at the party. The main rule (it is also on the event website): “no” means “no”. We are here to explore our boundaries and get to know our sexuality, not to do things that are unpleasant to us or other people. This is a very important point: respect and respect for others. Those who do not understand this have nothing to do here — first of all, people come here not for affordable sex, but for the study of themselves.
I suddenly realize that I no longer have the desire to play. The image of the fatal temptress disappeared, only I remained
After a while and a couple of cocktails later, I turn my attention to the stage. There’s a shibari show going on right now. Shibari is the Japanese art of bondage. The girl folds her hands behind her back, and the man (master) vigorously ties her with a rope. He ties her wrists and ankles to a ring above the floor, and she hangs in the air. Someone from the audience asks: “How are you?”. She exhales loudly, biting her lip. It looks like she liked it.
After shibari comes the turn of spanking — another master ties the girl by the wrists to the ring hanging from the ceiling. Soft warming touches are replaced by strong blows. The girl groans, rises on her tiptoes and hangs on her wrists. The whistling sound of the whip is frightening. Finally, she waves her hand — the master instantly stops and releases her. Her knees buckle and she lies flat on her back, rolling her eyes. Observers rush to her, but she smiles weakly — she feels good. Into the microphone, she says in a hoarse voice, «That was the best orgasm of my life.»
I suddenly realize that I no longer have the desire to play. The image that I created at the beginning fades into the background, and instead of the fatal temptress, only I remain. I calmly say “yes” and “no”, at some point I lose my cat ears, and my hair falls freely over my shoulders, and in order to surrender to the energy of the dance, I take off my hairpins — I am who I am, no better and no worse, no more and no less.
There are couples who come here to spice things up.
I turn my attention from myself to others: who else is there? Here is a man in black latex gloves caressing a blonde — she clearly knows what she wants and knows how to get it. But this guy, who sat down next to me and asked a little nervously: “What are you, come here for sex? Well, really? He came to see how it is.
There are those who came to walk new leather outfits. There are couples who decide to spice things up in a relationship. There are those who want to make new acquaintances — a speed dating session was arranged for them. There are no just frankly drunk, annoying or unpleasant personalities — everyone seems to have absorbed the idea that everyone should be as comfortable as possible. Most still came for the atmosphere — the atmosphere of openness, universal care and — paradoxically — love. Love for others and yourself.
Morning comes unnoticed. We crawl home tired, happy and free, with a feeling of love spilled in the air.
The words from a bearded joke come to mind:
— Lord, tell me, is sex without love a sin?
— Why are you attached to this sex. Everything without love is sin.