Since I started having sex, I realized my libido had always increased when the moon was full. It reminded me of wolfmen, vampires-- of lust and need. I knew the tides were pulling at me.
Andrew and I had been having incredible sex lately. It seemed that no matter what was making us angry at each other, whether it was something I thought he'd done or vice versa -- our sex was amazing. I suppose it's the one thing we could agree on. And its frequency. To the point where we didn't even plan it because it would just happen. We'd wind up on the floor, outside, in the living room, the dining room...
So, naturally I had to find a way to push the envelope even further.
I wanted an audience.
I'd heard about the place from a friend who lived in New York. Every time he visited Los Angeles he would go to "The Jack Of Hearts" for some, as he put it-- R & R. I'd been obsessed ever since he first described it. A living room-- actually, several living rooms -- with sofas, easy chairs, rugs, lamps, some with fire places, and a few with picture windows that faced a common courtyard.
On a Friday or Saturday night after 11pm, one could expect over a hundred guys there. To gain admittance you had to pass a series of questions. No weight problems, no kink, no violence, no drugs. Once inside my friend promised me it was "an affair to remember."
I wanted to go and scope it out alone. I thought Andrew would get into being in a semi-public place like this but before I suggested it-- I wanted to make sure. Yeah, it was kind of kinky, depending on who you are and how one looked at it. But since our sex lately had been in such great sync-- I thought we'd both feel secure enough to...
The place was teaming with USDA Prime Beef. I followed a Tom Cruise look-alike down a dark hall and into a shadowed room where several people lingered in the corners-- having sex. A man reached into the light and touched my hand, his muscular body tugging at me to enter the darkness.
I behaved and gently nodded no, stepping away. But deep inside, somewhere between my crotch and my brain-- I wanted to feel who it was. A stranger, wanting only one thing.
But I left the room.
Over the course of the evening I must have encountered every possible fantasy I'd ever dreamed of. Drew would love it here, I thought, and made mental notes of the hottest rooms.
Hours later I went outside to the small courtyard area where behind trees and shrubs guys smoked cigarettes. A couple lingered next to a tree as several other men watched.
Wow. This could really be something incredible with Andrew.
