We’ve all fantasized about it haven’t we? ‘What!’ I hear you cry behind a muffled gag, ‘The same fantasy? Impossible!’
Well I’m messing with you a bit here because what I believe we all fantasize about is the perfect fetish event. You know the one: the music is eclectic, quiet in one room, loud in another, but never overbearing. A night where the drunk, desperate or ignorant never stray across your play space, where there are warm, roomy changing facilities, no queues for the coats or toilets and alcohol prices don’t send the stock markets crashing. [Read more...]
