This is also the story of how I had sex with 11 different men in one night. This is a bit of a long one, so bear with me. This post also includes helpful information on how to get into sex clubs, what to expect, and basic sex club etiquette. It all started when I posted on facebook that I was going on my first solo trip—Dublin, Paris, Berlin, and Amsterdam—and asked for suggestions on what I should do there.
An acquaintance of mine who is really into the kink scene commented on my post and said she was jealous because she had always wanted to check out the world-renowned kink scene in Berlin.
Up until then, I had no idea that Berlin was internationally known for being a major hub for kinky people. So of course, I dove into the Google abyss and discovered that the major reason Berlin is so beloved the kink community is because clubs are considered private property—which means they can set there own rules regarding sex, smoking, and alcohol consumption.
This means that some clubs have designated themselves as actual sex clubs, and can legally encourage patrons to drink, smoke, and get naked. There was only one hitch in this plan: The two best clubs, Berghain and KitKat Klub , are as infamous for their exceptionally picky bouncers as they are for their sexy parties. I set my mind to getting into KitKat. I was only going to be in Berlin for one weekend, so I wanted to make the most of it.
The hardest part of the planning process was figuring out what to wear. Not only was this too vague to be helpful, but I was backpacking through 4 countries—meaning that even if I did have an appropriately elaborate sex club costume I would not have space for it.
I searched through malls, online stores, and sex shops for anything that could fit the description. But, oddly enough, I ended up selecting something I already owned: I paired this with a fancy black garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings. After spending several days sight-seeing and exploring other European cities, I arrived in Berlin on a Thursday evening. After a minor incident involving being dragged off a train by a large German man because of an insufficiently stamped metro ticket, I made it to my accommodation and went to bed.
The next day, I got up early and explored until the early evening. I then took a nap so that I would be refreshed when I went to the club later that night. Around 11pm, I excitedly put on my carefully selected outfit and headed to the club. When I arrived, I was very confused because the entrance is very discreet with little signage. The only thing that really indicated that there was a club there at all was the presence of a very serious-looking bouncer. I walked up to the bouncer and asked him if this was KitKat Klub.
He indicated that it was, and I asked if I could go inside. He laughed in my face. I started internally cursing myself for wearing the wrong thing and not attempting to speak German like the other websites had suggested.
Then the weirdest thing happened: Still, to my dismay, the bouncer shook his head. Yeah, he was right, scatology and gay men are not really my thing. Once that issue was cleared up, the bouncer looked me up and down and said: The next day I explored Berlin during the morning and afternoon, and then took a nap in the evening so that I would be ready to party all night. I arrived at KitKat at around 2am, as I was advised. Who would have known that peak time on a regular sex party night would have a much long line than super early on a gay fetish night???
Oh, literally everyone except me. Since I was there alone, I started people-watching to entertain myself. In front of me were a couple of cute British boys who were wearing black turtlenecks and nice pants. They nervously discussed their chances of getting in, and what their backup plan was.
The people behind me were a rowdy group of young guys early 20s who were wearing polo shirts with popped collars or soccer jerseys with jeans. There were over people ahead of me in line, and the process was going verrrrry slow. Once I got a bit closer I saw that this was because when people were rejected, they were refusing to leave and holding up the line arguing with the bouncers.
When the bouncer got to the boy in front of me, he shook his head no and pointed away from the line. The boys looked a bit dejected, but they left without complaining.
I was a little worried because this was a different bouncer than the one who had guaranteed my entrance the night before. Then the bouncer went to the group behind me.
He told them they would not be getting in thank god. But these boys refused to accept the rejection. The bouncer shrugged and told them that they could either leave now or wait in line for another hour and then be rejected at the door. The boys then started demanding to know why they were being turned away aside from being obnoxious frat boys who were inevitably there to ogle and sexually harass women.
She belongs at a party like this. That is by far the best compliment I have every received in my entire life. Because the British boys in the turtlenecks had been asked to leave, the people directly in front of me were now a pair of older men late 50s dressed in pretty elaborate goth-esque clothing black nail polish, black top hats, shiny black pants, tons of rings, eyeliner, etc.
This is relevant because seconds after the bouncer turned his elsewhere, the obnoxious group behind me started yelling at me to tell the bouncer that they were with me. I got so uncomfortable with them aggressively edging closure to me to make it look like we were one group, that I asked the men in front of me if I could go in front of them because the boys were scaring me.
The men agreed to shield me from the gross boys, and the boys eventually left. But by then we had struck up a very interesting conversation. The men told me that they were Brazilian, and that they were there because one of them works for KitKat organizing the Latin Night on Thursdays.
We talked a little more about why I was there alone and what we were all hoping to get out of the night. When we got to the front of the line the men held up 3 fingers and pointed at me, then the bouncer just waved us in—FOR FREE—which was very exciting considering this club as a hefty cover charge.
When we got inside the men took my jacket and gave it to the coat-check girl. Then they gave me my coat-check ticket, wished me a fun night, and disappeared into the club. In my first moments alone in my very first sex club, I realized just how right that bouncer had been—I belonged there.
First of all, the girls working the coat-check were all completely topless and wearing fancy lingerie and glittery makeup. Two of my all-time favourite things! Some dude was completely naked and having a normal conversation with a fully-clothed dude like it was no big deal.
People were doing all sorts of sexy things right out in the open, and nobody was batting an eye at it. The whole purpose is to have fun, but the 1 rule is respect. Perfect, I planned to buy a drink and walk around, thinking that would help me blend in a little better. The bartender was an absolutely stunning woman who had very elaborate Medusa hair and makeup on with a sparkly green lingerie set.
I ordered a rum and coke. While I was waiting for my drink, a gorgeous guy wearing a white t-shirt and a red kilt came over and struck up a friendly conversation. He introduced himself as Florian and asked my name, where I was from, what I was doing in Germany, etc. He said that he was born and raised in Germany, and was a regular at this club.
He was surprised, and said from my attitude it seemed like I was right at home there. He asked if I wanted a tour, and I told him I would love one. First, he took me to the pool area. Yes, the club had a full-size indoor pool complete with a diving board, a rope swing, and a shower with lights that made the water look rainbow colours. There was also another bar and a sauna in this area. And if you were not interested in any of THAT, the pool was surrounded by what can only be described as ring of connecting beds.
One big unending circle of bed, with an endless variety of sexual acts happening on it simultaneously. He then showed me the first dance floor, the bathrooms, another bar, another dancefloor, and some hidden rooms.
Then he mentioned something about his favourite spot in passing, and I asked if he would show me. We went through a dark hallway and then he boosted me up onto a ledge that was about 4ft up. Then we climbed up onto another ledge like a giant staircase. On that ledge was a dark 10ft square room. I suddenly regretted following a stranger into the dark. But he took me by the hand and lead me to the edge of the room, where there was another step about 2ft high.
When we stepped up onto that, we were in another square room, only this one was way cooler. The back wall was floor-to-ceiling bars creating a cage overlooking the main dance floor, and there was a thick black mat in the center of the room about the size of a twin bed.
We stood at the cage wall, talking about how spectacular the view was—then he put his hands on my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. Pretty soon, had kissed our way over the mat and he was pulling a condom out of the convenient pouch on the side of his kilt. The sex was actually really good, considering it was the first go with new guy. After he had finished and stopped thrusting, I suddenly became aware that there were 2 more men in the room.
No idea when they showed up. Florian did the sweetest thing, and asked if I was okay with them being there or if I wanted him to escort me out of the not-so-secret room. As soon as Florian was gone, one of the new men was standing in front of me still flat on my back on the mat holding a condom and gesturing at my crotch.
I nodded, and he slipped in and started doing his thing. The other man started off the exactly the same way, but lasted a little longer.