I spent years thinking about what going to a sex club would be like before I ever set foot in one. Lurid fantasies inspired by erotica where beautiful people in elegant clothes waited to devour me the moment I walked in the door.
My first visit to a club finally happened in 2008. I was in Bristol, England with my ex-husband. At that time, my biggest fear was someone I knew finding out what a pervert I was. That I fantasized about people watching me have sex, about my husband sharing me with other men while he watched. Being on another continent seemed safe enough to risk trying out my fantasy.
