More Than a Mouthful at a Fetish Club
A walk on the wet side
It started as a bit of a lark but when the time came to put the plan in motion, my feet turned slightly cold. I was sitting in my car outside a fetish club, wondering whether I would end up looking like a fool. Then I thought, “Well, I’m here and may as well go through with it.” And with that, I got out of the car and walked towards the club. Per the club’s website, I was dressed entirely in black since I didn’t own a fet...