During the talk, one woman suddenly arises, walks with purpose across the room to my Siamese twin, holds out her hand and takes her out of the room. One woman volunteers to be the first to take off her dress and reveal her ‘outfit’ underneath.I breathe a sigh of relief that it wasn’t my hand she was grasping for. This is not a party to turn up to in your safe M&S knickers, that’s for sure. Then a tiny, nymph-like thing prances into the room and jumps onto the coffee table, freezing in an uncomfortable-looking pose, only for her to stay like that for minutes while the hosts rally round to sort out a technical hitch with the music.Time has no place here – I have no idea if it’s been 5 or 50 minutes. Someone turned a light on, the pace picked up and I went with it. At times I pull back, but there are no awkward moments or pauses, it all feels strangely fluid and you’re able to leave as freely as you can return.
They’re definitely attractive, and they’re wearing the most incredible underwear, while one or two catch my eye and cause a hot flush to surge up my neck, no one here is the kind of woman I couldn’t keep my eyes off.
There are few women here that I would pick out from a crowd to put in this room right here, right now.
First-timers are marked out by a key tied around their wrists. But there are also regulars who greet each other warmly. Her friend joins us to make triplets and together we make our way upstairs to see what the rest of the house has to offer.
It seems much like any other, with the exception of an extraordinary number of faux sheepskin rugs.
The three bedrooms are now full of women gasping for air and groaning with moans of pleasure. I thought I’d do no more than watch, but before I know it I’m doing things with women that I never thought I’d do in a million years. Which surprises me because I’d just assumed we’d all instinctively know what to do. I say goodbye to the same woman who is the first and last face I see of the night, and step outside to brace the cold, 3am air. Though I clearly find something about women very attractive, I have no doubts in mind that I’m drawn to men and remain heterosexual, but I feel like tonight will help me bring something new and much more free to the bedroom with my next partner.
I feel it’s more strange to look away than it is to watch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sex swing in person, but here it is now. You’re free to come and go as you please – some women remain in couples, but most branch out to threes or larger groups. Le Jeune wants the lasting memory for her members to be ‘one of pure indulgence and liberation.’ And Skirt Club has achieved exactly that.
The nymph remains statue-like, smile painted on her face.
Eventually the track blasts out and she begins to contort herself in ways that make me grab various parts of my own body in empathic pain.
Which goes to show you really can’t judge a book by its cover.