I just get back to my hotel from work. It had been exhausting all day with my colleagues at a conference and, boy, was I glad to see the end of that dreadful week. It’s 6 pm on a Friday. I just entered the hotel minutes ago, and I am desperate for my bed. I quickly strip off my clothes and fall onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. I planned to nap for an hour or so before heading out for dinner.
Four hours later, I wake up looking all groggy. My eyelids are very heavy and I have a grumble in my stomach. I slowly pull myself up, rubbing my eyes as I stand up to look at the clock. 10:15 pm, time to take a shower and throw on some fresh clothes. Somehow still quite energetic, I am on my way to a restaurant.
Sitting alone at the corner table, I order a kebab and coke before scrolling through my phone to see what I could do in Berlin that evening. There is clearly one thing on my mind: sex. I looked on my phone to find some brothels or massage parlors, but was surprised to see what I found. One in particular that caught my eye: the infamous KitKat club.
For those not in the know: this is a sexually very open-minded place, to explore your fetishes and kinks. And most importantly, we have the possibility to act them out in a very public manner with like-minded people. That’s all the introduction I will give.
Intrigued, I explore further online about this place, as I am interrupted by the waiter arriving with my glass of coke. Smiling, I quickly hide my phone, as the coke is placed on the table. My mind fully indulged in knowing more about this club. I scroll through more reviews and read through, lots of mentions of clothing, open-mindedness, kinks, fetishes, and so on. Very impatiently, I place a twenty euro bill on the table and head out. I look into the maps for directions to head there as I walk briskly towards the nearest underground station, making my way towards this club. The mind filled with thoughts and curiosity.
11:30 pm, I arrive at the club. While people queue outside to enter, I look at the bouncer at the door before walking down the queue to find the back of it. The queue continues along the road, almost a thousand people, maybe more. Seeing all this naked skin — butts and tits bouncing, I finally find the end of the queue and join at the back. Small groups of women in front of me, busy chatting amongst themselves. Drinks being passed around and their outfits perfected. I look down to see them wearing platform high heels, making them at least fifteen centimeters taller. A blonde girl from the group in particular catches my attention as I check her out a few times, she was gorgeous, so elegant, confident, and beautiful at the same time.
A balanced mix of older and younger people in the queue waiting, most wearing a jacket, lots of harnesses and Dessous can be seen. It’s a cold winter night and everyone is dressed in coats, giving only very few clues for any imagination. I look around to find someone friendly, behind me an older man, smiles at me as I turn around to look at him.
"You come here often?" I ask the man standing behind me wearing high boots and what clearly looks like leggings under a thick winter jacket.
"Yes." He nods. "You're never going to get in wearing that!" he continues to say as he looks at my outfit. Black jacket over a white polo shirt and blue denim jeans, casual sneakers to go with them.
"Really? Why?" I asked the man, to his annoyance.
"Diese verdammt dummen Touristen!" he groans in German, shaking his head. "Unless you plan to be naked inside, there is no way you will be allowed inside looking like this," he warns me.
"Where can I buy something?" I ask, looking at him as he turns around with his finger pointed down the street.
"Walk down this street, 3rd left, you will find 'Mister B'. Tell the man at the counter that you want to enter KitKat. He will find something for you," he says as i lean and look at the queue getting longer as I step out.
Close to midnight, I pace down the street, looking for this shop. I find it few minutes later, a shady, dimly lit place. The door chimes as I walk in. The place is crowded, seems I was not the only one who wanted to buy an outfit for the evening. Looked around to see leather outfits, harnesses, body suits for men, net shirts. I picked up leather pants, a mesh see-through tank top. Waited to get it billed before walking up to the changing rooms to put them on.
I was shocked to see a lot of activity ongoing in the change rooms. Men on their knees, lips wrapped around a cock, some bent over a stool, getting pounded from behind. I walk in slowly, trying not to make eye contact as I quickly change my outfit before rushing outside, holding my street-wear in my hands as I shove it into a plastic cover.
Back again to the end of the queue, 12:20 am. I stand there feeling impatient, my cock stiff in my pants, looking at all the eye candy. An hour past by in the queue as I finally approached the entrance. The bouncer looked at me and my outfit, asks for my ID, quick check and off I go inside.
The first stop is the wardrobe. Losing all the winter layers and leaving the phone — those are strictly prohibited. It was interesting seeing all those people strip down, without any inhibition, they are getting naked, complimenting each other, exchanging looks, and then re-focusing on their outfits. The wardrobe is huge and I can only imagine the sheer amount of bodies in the rest of the club. Everyone is in fishnets, leather, latex, vinyl, or other extraordinary, non-streetwear garments. It’s a very bright club and I struggle a bit to get the vibe. I have a train scheduled at 8 o'clock in the morning to travel to the other side of Germany.
Guess I am gonna miss that one — a problem to solve for the future me.
“Why am I here? Do I even fit in?” — Walking around, those kinds of questions pop into my head. I am comfortable with my sexuality, I don’t feel any kind of shame or anything alike. But still, I usually go to parties where sex is more in the background. Here: It is prominent! No one talks about the music or which DJ is playing, another experience is in focus. I walked past lots of beds and large couches. They are full of people. The club is packed. Mostly, they are just sitting there, talking or looking at the guests passing by. From time to time, you see a hand suspiciously placed in the crotch area, blowjobs given or girls being eaten out.
Graciously, a naked guy walks over, offers to guide me around and help me to get used to this place, but his last time here was already years ago and he himself struggles to orientate. Nonetheless, we make our way through a sheer mass of half-naked bodies, passing different dance floors playing all kinds of genres. At some point, he meets a friend of his and I decide to leave both of them alone and keep exploring on my own.
I continue my way through the club I sometimes exchange a flirtatious smile, but you can clearly sense the different experience levels of the guests. Ranging from shy and a bit unsure of what to make out of this experience (probably tourists), to people running around fully naked that seemingly lost their inhibitions decades ago. Some talking about KitKat try to paint a picture of all beauty, but that is not true. There is a fair share of old men clearly taking advantage of the public nature of certain actions, which might seem a bit disturbing at first.
I continue my stroll toward the main floor, passing a couple playing with ropes and tying each other up, which puts a smile on my face. Conveniently, I find the bar there and walk over to get a drink. I was only a few feet away from hundreds of people simultaneously moving to the beats. The music is fast-paced and a mix of minimal with some psytrance elements in it. Not really my cup of tea but for now I only perceive it in the background.
I find myself standing next to the gorgeous blond girl that was initially standing in front of me in the queue. Finally, now that the winter garments are off, I also have the chance to take a full look at her. She wears chunky black boots that accentuate her long legs beautifully, which are covered in loose, somewhat torn stockings. Matching those are some fishnets that she wears on her upper body, covering her arms and breasts. You can slightly see her nipples peeking out as she is otherwise only wearing an open bra that matches her slip. A very pleasant look overall!
Surely she could sense the pleasure that raged in me after my exploration walk. As I slowly come closer, I take a deep look into her eyes — and see a matching spark of excitement. Without hesitation, I put my hand around her waist and slightly but confidently pull her toward me.
“What a pleasure to find you again so quickly — the club is packed!” are my first words to her. She does not recognize me, but regardless of my amusement, she looks at me in an enthusiastic way and a smile forms on her face.
At this point, I really don’t care much about the words, but more about my hand on her hip and her warm skin. I smile back and my hand slowly goes up her spine and to the back of her head. I slightly direct it towards mine — no hesitations. And then, a kiss! At first, only slowly and gently. Then a short break lets our lips part, and we look at each other. Her eyes are literally screaming for more. So my hand travels a few inches down to her neck and pulls her in for a second, more passionate kiss.
We quickly disappeared into the anonymity of the dance floor. Even here, it is unusually bright for a nightclub. The faces of other dancers are easy to identify and the mood is good resulting in a lot of smiles. I lead my girl into the center, slightly guide her to come in front of me, and glide my hands gently over her waist onto her hips. The kick comes back and instantly a flash of energy rushes through the crowd. Everybody is mechanically moving with the beat and getting into the groove. My hands dictate the rhythm while our bodies are still a few centimeters apart, leaving each other some breathing room.
The next break comes, quickly the kick disappears again and the melody takes the dominant part. As a reaction, the tension of the dancers seemingly drops, becoming more of a free flow. I drag my partner into me still moving to the music and she happily joins the motion. With one hand, I remove the hair from her neck and start to kiss it, while the other hand strokes her leg. The melody becomes more intense as my tongue travels up to her ear. Gripping tightly into her thigh while circling around her earlobe shows her how much pleasure this situation brings me. She turns around and deeply kisses me, and holds my hand to pull me away from the dancefloor.
We begin a quest together to find a suitable place inside the club, we pass what seems like a spanking station. On a camp bed, a girl is kneeling on all her fours, face pressed down. She looks like she is in her twenties, wears a black body with some chains, and has a light skin color… well except for her ass, which is screamingly red. A middle-aged, short, and pretty out of shape man with long black hair is standing behind her with a flock in his hand. A sharp hiss runs through the air followed by a clap and a moan. Seemingly in line three more girls are sitting next to them on a couch, enjoying the view and waiting to experience the pleasure of spanking they desperately crave.