Kinky London: party preparations

I woke up, and the first thought was about previous night’s spanking on the cross. Looking my ass on the toilet’s mirror I could see just a few small marks on my ass, nothing big. A great souvenir for a fantastic night behind, that guy had been very respectful with my wish of letting my ass remain fresh for Saturday. I don’t need to be broken to still have a fulfilling play, and the memories helped me start the day with a good morning wank.

The plan for the night was the Rubber Gear party in club Fire, and I had all the rubber outfit ready. Or at least the plan A. The unusual (and very much appreciated) heat wave in London made me wonder if the venue for the coming night was going to be hot as hell and I would end melting inside the rubber singlet, so I had the perfect excuse to visit Fetish Freak shop to pick rubber jocks to have as plan B, if required.

I had all day for me, so I did a first visit around Westminster and the river. The London Eye was new to me, and the promenade along the Themes was lively, in this magnificent weather that was making the city burn in energy. Kids and adults alike enjoying ice-creams, and tourists everywhere stopping at every free spot to get a good angle into the Houses of Parliament, with the Big Ben doing his make-up hidden behind the scaffolds.

Crossing in Trafalgar Square, I stopped to enjoy and take a picture of the inclusive shapes as green pedestrian traffic lights. I wasn’t the only one: a guy with shaved head, a Mister B t-shirt and kinky-stylish pants was behind a reflex camera immortalising them, crossing the street quickly to continue taking pictures of the National Gallery in such a glorious day and lively atmosphere. I was starting to see kinky guys now and then.

Feeling a bit tired of walking, I headed to Oval. The guys in the
Fetish Freak shop were very friendly, but it’s fair to say all our eyes were discreetly looking to the tanned massive muscular hunk trying a neoprene harness in the middle of the shop. It was really inviting to stay there for a longer shopping time, but I was sure I would find lots of these guys in Fire at night. Probably most of them would just be there dancing and causing lots of fantasies around, maybe going for a good fuck, but I was not expecting to find many of them in the play areas looking for a spank or fisting session, usually reserved for the kinkiest ones.

In a party, it’s easy to identify those going with clear play intentions because are the ones bringing a play bag or even a suitcase. These are the ones picking my interest, that make the wolf go hunting.

But it was still early, so I went for another stop in the city: Camden Town. 20 years ago, I found myself with my brother in tube station Bayswater asking a guy in the entrance to visit Camden Town, and smiling, he recommended us to go late, as people in Camden Town liked night party and tended to open the businesses late. It was past 1 when I found myself again in the main street with the shops and visiting the market, I guess enough late to have all the lads well awaken.

It was quite much crowded now compared to then, plenty of tourists, but still with its charm, tattooed guys with piercings and mohawks here and there. But what got my attention was the New Rock leather and boot store, as I saw at the back of the shop a leather jacket with red stripes that was whispering my name… in my head. The staff guy was a bit pushy, driven by commissions, but I found him very nice, he tried to show me other jackets but instead of explaining him that I wanted just that one due to my passion for fisting, I just made clear that was the one for me, and let him take a picture of me and save the reference to have the jacket sent in the coming months to Dublin when I can afford yet another whim.

Back to the hotel, as I was open to explore fisting that night, the ritual of preparations – starting with a first clean of the asshole with the shower head douche, and in the the first pause I went to prepare the playing bag. Some people clean wrongly without doing pauses, or doing too much cleaning. Too much water just ends irritating, so I recommend following the ‘Full’ section of the How to Clean Your Ass Before Anal Sex, a great guide to follow to make sure the chances of ‘accidents’ are minimal. Anyway, as we all know, we cannot expect gold coming out from an asshole, so that’s why gloves, paper and cleaning comes to the rescue.

Besides packing my fisting playing bag, I added some other S/M oriented stuff – a cockring, a gag this time instead of the leather muzzle, nipple clamps… and hand restraints. You never know if you will find that guy that will fly higher being fisted while tied and gagged on the sling, with tits well pressed and with a chain ready to pull them with one hand while the other explores deep and wide… I’m one of those, and I can make that trip to a pig willing to explore new sensations, if the connection and trust allows.

After a pair more asshole checks and some light food and juice drinking, I left the hotel. I was ready for a good kinky night, hopefully with some action.