It pains me to put fingers to keyboard to type this: PC and I are done with Le Céleste – at least for now. Ever since our last visit on that fateful Thanksgiving Sunday, I’ve been mulling over our disappointment with the club, trying to identify the root cause of our discontent.
Torn between two play choices for that night – “Public Disgrace” at L’Orage or “Belles en Blanc” at Le Céleste – PC and I chose to go to “Belles en Blanc.” Motivated by two parts nostalgia and one part denial, we entertained high hopes of reliving the euphoric flash-fucking evening we had the privilege of experiencing last summer at the old Céleste’s “Belles en Blanc” Labor Day party. Contrary to our expectations, however, this year we ended up leaving before midnight. Frustrated and confused, we hit a Plateau diner to discuss the postmortem on our half-baked night out.
Over a defibrillator-friendly meal of smoked-meat poutine, we considered the facts. First, the layout of the club’s back room, particularly the inclusion of a table and chairs in the middle of the alleyway connecting the play spaces, discourages erotic encounters. Players tend not only to congregate around the table, but also to talk, often loudly, about not-so-sexy topics. For example, overhearing the details of a couple’s home renos while PC was working my pussy in an adjacent room was a real buzz kill. It took an incredible amount of concentration on my part to tune them out and finally get off.
Furthermore, the music in the backroom sucks. Either there is no music (and all you hear is the dull echo of what’s playing on the dance floor) or you get slow 70s & 80s rock ballads. To us, both are serious mood killers. It wasn’t long before we started pining for the narrow, winding corridors, the partially concealed play spaces, and the sighs and groans of pleasure we often overheard at the old Céleste on Saint-Hubert Street.
This brings me to the last, most sobering fact that PC and I uncovered: Contrary to last summer, we were no longer new to the lifestyle. In other words, we had changed. In light of its private and semi-private play areas, Le Céleste has always been a destination for voyeurs and exhibitionists. At the beginning, when we were just experimenting with non-monogamy without knowing what flavor of players were would ripen into, watching other couples fuck and participating in the occasional soft-swap were a real turn on. Now, aware of our hard-swap, orgy-style preferences, we have no patience for the softer side of the scene.
Sadly, the demise of the old Céleste marks the end of an era for PC and I. Although we will always be grateful to the club for initiating us into the lifestyle, not to mention for the countless hot nights we spent at their Saint-Hubert Street location in the company of like-minded players, it’s high time for us to move on.
You may be wondering: Is this the end of my blogging about Le Céleste? Not likely. I’ve still got a whole batch of stories to dish out – enough to whet your appetite for yet another season.
5 comments:
Done with celeste...you haventg talked about Sauna 3333 or le 1082 (you must have tried them!)
I went to Sauna3333 a few years back alone. There is one large room that was reserved for couples (not much use for me obviously), and another room full of mattresses that was where the single guys could hang out waiting for one of the ladies or couples to come in for a gang bang.
There were maybe 10 guys in that room, at least half bisexual, spending their time stroking abd blowing each other during the downtime. Unusual, but I got the best BJ I had ever had (first and last from a guy), and fucked 2 or 3 middle aged women on the same night. Don't see that happening again!
Sauna 3333 -- I do mention it briefly in one post -- and I've been to the couples' room. I'm not crazy about that place. When I went the vibe was really raw, and the guys were very aggressive. Big turn off. (I like to be the one who initiates. Incidentally, my forward nature made me a little unpopular in the vanilla scene in my 20s.)
1082, on the other hand, seems pretty groovy. I've been once and had some of the best sex of my life in the couples' play room. I definitely want to go back (I'll be writing about it sometime in December).
Now.... about this amazing bj -- I wanna hear the deets! Why was it so good? I'm always keen on learning new techniques :)
More on the BJ...There are a number of reasons why it may have been the best:
1) I haven't got much to compare to as a reference point. I have always found BJs overrated
2) People were watching and stroking themselves. The exhibitionist in me came out.
3) He really knew what he was doing. He used his hands on my balls and in my ass at the same time
4) The thrill of doing something new. Always fund to explore new dimensions.
Probably a combination of all of the above. The temptation was there to take it a little further, but a middle aged and well rounded lady came in and the attention moved to her. By the time I had shot my bolt with her, I was off the boil and that was that.
Come to think of it, this wasn't quite the only BJ I received from a guy. I will tell you one of these days about the one from a TV at Sauna St Hubert one tuesday evening. Its a good story!
wow -- that's a hot description! (maybe you should have your own blog!) So.... about that other, Tuesday night bj -- tell me more, lol!
Here are the details...It isnt really a comment, so feel free to use it later in one of your postings! You can plagiarise it as something that happened to your husband or something.
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The Sauna St Hubert has transexual night on a tuesday.
It was my first trip to a gay sauna (not that there is anything wrong with that!), and what better occasion to soak up the atmosphere. I don't find men attractive, but like to explore the fringes of my sexuality from time to time.
The place is quite small. There is an anonymous front door, and at the top of some stairs a small window to pay the $10 or whatever to get in. In exchange, I was given a towel and condom.
They have maybe 16 private rooms, a swing room, some public rooms, sauna, showers and a sauna. Strangely, I didn't see anyone go near the sauna all night. There were no private rooms left when I got there...it was busy.
There were probably 30 people wandering around in various states of (un)dress. Maybe 10 TVs, a few totally passable, others looking like hairy men in lingerie.
I undressed in the locker area, wrapped my towel around me and went exploring.
Some of the private rooms had the door closed, some open. The code seems to be that if the door is open, going in and joining in is fair game. In one room, there was one of the TV hotties with 4 guys....one in her ass, one in her mouth and one in each hand. The room was a bit cramped, but I watched the action from the door, gently stroking myself.
Moving on, there were variations on the theme. The "girls" were also circulating around the open areas showing their wares.
I sat down and soaked up the scene, not sure if I was that keen on participating rather than spectating. The rooms had the most sexually charged atmosphere I had ever experienced: more than the regular swingers clubs.
I made a couple more rounds of the rooms, and then settled down again in the small lounge. In the middle of the room was raised platform not much larger than a coffee table. One of the hotties (fortunately) came and started dancing in front of me on the improvised stage. Really did look like a chick, (albeit a little muscly). The show would have been well received at any of the strip clubs on St Catherine. Blond wig (I assume), well made up, a pink babydoll, over a garter belt and dental g-sting. The 7" cock overflowing from the G-string didn't quote fit the outfit, but wasn't totally disagreeable.
The show continued, and I joined "her" on the stage to dance. I was getting in the mood after all. My towel dropped (I am an exhibitionist), and "she" started to take care of my now fully expanded tackle. I slipped on the condom, just in case things progressed.
She apologised that she had a sore pussy so that was out of the question, but she moved me down on to the couch and started on a slow BJ.
One of the hairy guys in lingerie took to the stage, and in no time, was getting noisily fucked on the stage in front of me by a blond guy who cant have been over 21. It takes all sorts.
My partner knew how to slow me down at the right times, but it cant have been more than a few minutes before I blew my load in the condom.
The condom went in the trash, (along with 30 others) and I went and showered. Next to me in the shower was the first hottie who had been getting the treatment from the 4 guys earlier on. Wig off, and mascara running down her cheeks, I had second thoughts about this whole scene.
I went down the stairs, and went out onto St Hubert, walking briskly so that no-one would notice which door I had come from. As the July heat hit me, I decided that it was fun, but not for me.
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