Two Reviews of Sex Clubs in Barcelona. Part One: Oops!

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.