One weekend in Barcelona K and I decide to visit at two sex
clubs.
Friday night we head out about 12:45 to Oops! Barcelona. We
heard a lot about this club and the reviews looked good. It’s by the highway
and not super easy to get to, so we grab a taxi. From La Rambla it costs us
about 12 Euro.
From the outside, Oops! is absolutely beautiful. It’s an old
mansion on a corner lot that peeps out above the gated entry. We get buzzed in,
removing our jackets outside so not to risk another dress-code denial (K!).
Door staff are pretty hot.
First thing, I’m like “where’s the Jacuzzi?” They’re all “no
Jacuzzi.” Boo.
K is like “condoms?” They’re all “here’s two.”
We explore a bit and find a cute little dungeon, totally
empty of people (“what a shame!” I think.) K shackles and starts to whip me. I
break character. “K? Does it smell like… rotten pussy in here?” I’m rudely
interrupted by noisy pipes and rushing water just above my head. We are under
the toilets, and yes, it does smell like rotten pussy (and not mine!). Now that’s
some serious sado-masochism. Imagine being left tied there all night with
the ripe smells of sewage and toilet sex??
He unties me barely quickly enough and we head to the bar. So
it’s a Friday, we expect it to be crackin’ off, but actually there are only
about maybe five or six couples there (and about twelve the whole evening).
That seriously limits things if you are the superficial type of casual sex
consumer (which I am!) Also, everyone is fully clothed.
Fuck this! I order a scotch neat (you get two drinks with
entry) and start sucking K off in the hallway. He mounts me and starts fucking
me against the wall. That kinda sets the theme for the evening, fucking in the
non-clearly designated fuck spaces.
We did have a lot of fun with their sex-swing, which another
couple showed us how to use. That and the showers was pretty much our only
interaction with other couples though…
And other than fucking, there didn’t seem to be much to do
at Oops! They do have a dance floor and bar with a pole, which K made use of.
I mean, I do love fucking, but I have a short attention span
so I like fucking with breaks for video games and pizza, for example. No food
or snacks to be seen at Oops!
As we taxied back, K mused “maybe we weren’t having an open
enough mentality or something?” While we did enjoy each other, we were
admittedly a little disappointed not to play with others.
