Not sexy part

(This is my true, uncensored account of my first time at the establishment. For the benefit of any future visitors, I’ve left in all the brutal details uncensored as I perceived them. I do not intend to insult any individuals who appear in this story, merely stating what happened in my honest experience.)

The club was called “Houston Eyes Wide Shut,” though their internal branding has changed to something more palatable, despite online branding retaining the HEWS label. I went with a friend who was also nervous. We were both in our twenties and trans women, and worried about being treated grossly for our age and gender.

In a dilapidated strip mall with no signage except “Members Only,” it was nerve wracking to even approach the door. This would probably be the most daring thing we’ve ever done. With codewords set and escape plans laid out, should the worst happen, we found the door with a buzz-in lock. I promised to do all of the talking.

They buzzed us in and the frightening expectations quickly halved. Two individuals, one older (who turned out to be the owner) & one younger (who seemed like a new hire), greeted us. It was a tiny lobby, with Shark Tank on Youtube playing on one monitor and the door’s outside camera on the other. A small fridge held Pepsi, and nearby sat candy jars with wet wipes, condoms, and peppermints.

We presented our IDs and paid ≈$60 for 2 lifetime memberships as well as the initial entrance fee, for which we received little cards allowing us free access on standard days, since we both presented femme. The cards were plain and did not identify the true nature of the location. In the 5 minutes it took to write out our cards, the owner explained the rules with the promise of a tour. Amid this, 2 couples and 2 single men passed by on their way out.

The rules were made clear and strict:

1) No drugs, no weapons(our bags were searched in service to this), and no payments were allowed on the property, even in a discussion or joking capacity, lest the HPD disrupt an otherwise law-abiding establishment.

2) Touching, harassing, or recording of others without their consent was covered multiple times, thank goodness, as was the need for appropriate public attire until entering, where full nudity was tolerated throughout(the owner was kindly concerned over offending the neighboring church organizations), though I forget if this applied to the tiny lobby. I must remember to ask next time.

3) Finally, no blood, scat, or any bodily fluids were tolerated in any place, as they discontented guests and caused issues with cleanup.

Breaking these rules was grounds for removal or ban. The owner shared enjoyment for “kickin’ people out,” punctuated by several photos of recently banned members pasted on the wall. I was reminded of our own group’s rules in this informative outline. I was outdone, however, by the information that the receptionist would be glad to assist in situations where one felt unsafe on the property, as well as in the parking lot.

The tour began with a split: the dark and light sides. The dark side was forward, a dangerously unlit hallway leading to an area like a living room. No lights there except for the porn playing on two televisions. There sat bondage crosses, many couches, office chairs, spanking horses, a kitchenette with space that sometimes contained food to share, and a fridge we were permitted to leave our own food in(we were warned this was the only thing visitors did not need consent to ravage). A couple in their 50s or 60s sat watching porn, the man dressed casually, the woman in black lingerie, though not engaging in any fun activities I could see.

In the neighboring room was a bed, a beanbag chair, more couches, and another TV playing porn. Adjacent was at least a dozen glory hole stalls with doors for either side. Porn played in half of each stall while the other side stayed acutely dark. Nearby were two viewing rooms that finally had lights, as well as 1 large bed each, and a window with a removable curtain, to put on shows for other attendees publicly but unmolested. Finally were the private rooms with plain beds. These had the added rule of the door: if it was shut, you cannot enter or disturb the occupants; if it was open, you may enter and use it if you like; if it was occupied but open, it’s expected you read the room or ask if you’re unsure. As we ventured back to the tiny lobby, I waved to the woman in black lingerie, who still hadn’t been engaged in any sex. Poor dear.

The light side had its own name: the G-spot. This side required an additional fee, so I’m told. The entrance hallway was lit with red fairy lights along the ceiling (Lights! Yes!) and lined with dozens of doors to private rooms, organized in a liminal pattern (the owner did not appreciate my joke about this). These rooms were equipped with keypad locks, king beds, bondage equipment, light-switches, and bathrooms with showers. Definitely cheaper than a motel, and more accommodating to guests of our persuasion. At the end of this paid corridor was the lounge, much larger and containing more porn TVs than the dark side. It housed couches and tables and bathrooms, and even a bar with water available. This concluded our tour, and we were left alone in this expansive, lit room by ourselves, without having to pay the additional fee, as if the owner was saying “the first one’s free.” We did not take the hint, only using the bathroom before departing.

(I should mention at this time that the G-spot lounge was the only room where quiet music played. The corridors were nearly silent but for creaking doors. The main rooms had the sound of porn from the many TVs, which only featured the diegetic sounds of orgy. It was difficult to hear anything said which wasn’t directed to my ear or shouted. I’ll attribute this to the frequent carpets and wood interior walls.)

Sexy part now!

Our plan before entering was simple: fuck in front of as many people as possible. As we left our lit area, we passed a woman in a red lingerie dress with a plain man. Immediately I wanted to touch her, everything from her wide tits to her big, exposed ass. I shared this with my companion, but didn’t act.

Back in the dark living room, we stripped down with 4 others in the room: the black lingerie couple from earlier, a tall & pantless woman, and a fit gentleman who had his eyes on me. Before we started, I asked my companion to walk around with me, just to frolic naked in someone else’s place with people watching. She chose to stay and guard our stuff while I frolicked. In the beanbag room, I tested out the leather couch and beanbag chair, and found the fit gentleman standing in the doorway. He approached, I walked around him, he said, “Okay,” and didn’t approach again. I admired this greatly(I contemplated entering the glory hole room and waiting for gentleman to approach again, but didn’t want to leave my companion alone much longer).

I returned. The room now housed the fit gentleman, the black lingerie couple, the pantless woman, the red lingerie couple (!!!), and a bulky man, totaling 7 viewers (I think). My companion offered to loosen me up with her hand as I repositioned and straddled a half-broken spanking horse (I asked the bulky man which direction to face it, and he flippantly answered any). She felt inside me for some time, then abruptly began to fuck me, to my delight. Our activities (and accompanying noise), seemed to have been an icebreaker, as the woman in black and the fit gentleman began masturbating. My moans overlapped with the porn on the television, which I’m nearly certain was on a 10-minute loop. I, engaging leverage on my knees to shove harder against the cock inside me, locked eyes with anyone staring at me, which was most of the room. While my companion laid into me, the bulky man sat on the couch where our stuff lay and asked to play with her nipples, which she declined. He stayed and watched us from his spot within reaching distance for some time. (We later agreed this was quite rude of him.)

At my request, we changed places. She laid along the couch and assisted in getting me hard with her mouth. Prior to arriving, we both worried about struggling to perform with an audience. We both seemed to work well enough, though with some amount of tension in both of us. What helped with preparing to enter my companion was the sudden commandeering of the spanking horse by the red lingerie woman and the bulky man, who had propositioned her and was now fucking her, as well as the fit gentleman who briefly stifled her moans. We fucked comfortably until the pantless woman approached unannounced and groped my companion’s chest. As quickly as she began, my companion told her not to touch, while I invited the woman to switch to me. The pantless women stopped and wordlessly retreated, possibly sensing her removal in the immediate future if she stayed.

When we had stopped, I requested we test a glory hole stall, which was refused in favor of leaving before our welcome was overstayed. She looked quite nervous, and I’d be remiss if I pressured her to stay much longer. I did, however, push for another minute to browse the other patrons in the room, who were all too happy to receive me. I ensured not to venture more than 15 ft from my companion during this, and never out of sight. The woman in red accepted my request to touch her(!!!), and the bulky man, who continued to fuck her with a fairly girthy cock throughout this exchange, took no issue with my feeling of his body. He was rather presumptuous, at one point calmly seizing my hand and inviting it to place his raw & warm cock into the red lingerie woman, which I found unkind, and privately vowed to make a fuss over it if I saw him doing so in the future. The woman in black was nearby getting fucked into the couch by the fit gentleman(good for them!), and could not be reached for comment.

After me and my partner hastily dressed, the red woman, covering her freshly fucked pussy and catching her breath, engaged us in some pleasant, post-coital conversation. She complimented our show (the bulky man likewise said “y’all both sexy”) and noticed our new membership, probably due to our ages. I thanked her for the compliment, her own show, and allowing me to touch her. In turn, she told us to come again during an event in the near future, a 20-woman gangbang of sorts. We said we’d think about it, and took our leave.

Final thoughts

Being naked in a room where eyes blatantly follow you is probably the most gratifying thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. While exciting to fuck with an audience of strangers, the pressure to perform did take a small toll and affected the results I had planned with my partner. Conversely, the desire to fraternize with strangers was immense. Had I not my head on straight, and a friend present to keep me grounded, I might’ve interacted sexually with at least three people within 15 minutes of entering the building.

My companion later noted I had an easier time getting comfortable than she did(I was calm after my exchange with the fit gentleman, while she didn’t quite get in the groove until our conversation with the red lingerie woman), and that affected her performance. We talked afterwards, and I apologized for pushing to stay longer when she was nervous. She also promised to make me scream & leave me glazed and sore on next visit, which I’m looking forward to.

On the establishment: I found it an incredibly tight ship as far as the owner was concerned. I noticed no unclean floors, walls, or even bedsheets, no unsightly smells left lingering, and few disheveled items. The owner appeared to treat the club with the care and reproach any good steward would, showing annoyance at the porn TVs cutting out when nobody attended to them, and promptly fixing them. I found myself unconsciously washing my hands with soap, folding my clothes, and picking up trash throughout our time there, feeling I owed the organization the respect it gave itself, and demanded in return.

In closing, what began as a frightening foray into the unknown ended up becoming a rich experience with a healthy dose of reality. Trepidation certainly must be practiced, if only to temper the white-hot desire to throw myself at the mercy of a stranger, to accommodate the safety of my companions. I would endorse attending this place in particular with trusted friends if fears can be assuaged and safety can be practiced. I definitely will be returning, with more or new friends if I can, at some point in the coming future.

TL;DR

It’s a small establishment run by a hobbyist who, from my perspective, had no nefarious intentions and no patience for rule-breakers. Fucking in front of strangers was more fun than I could have dreamed, I had the urge to let any number of people have their way with me, and the camaraderie was dreamy when available. I will be going again, and I hope you will join me.

I’m free to answer questions at this time