Hamburg, March 2019

Every time after visiting a fetish sex party i go home a little dissapointed. Funnily enough , most of the crowd is boring and with a broomstick up their bottom. It seems as they spend so much time in preparation of their outfit that they have no fun in jumping or partying around to get lost and be at ease. You see them constantly walking around through the different rooms and stairways of the venue but no words to be exchanged or any smile to get a first impression of flirt.  One has the feeling of being a voyeur of the voyeurs. Under different circumstances one would say they are doing window shopping in a wandering hall. I only like the men in elegant suits but most of them walk hand in hand with their partners very close a step behind.

On my body i can feel the eyes of a creepy man with a jelly belly hidden under the latex suit making me change the room to dig into the dark sound of hard electronical music in the cellar. I can see people giving blow jobs or having sex in the corners, no matter if hetero-,  bi- or transsexual. It makes me feel much more comfortable as everyone is following their needs with a relaxed and self confident attitude. 

I have been taken and invited by my friend and her crowd who reign the nights of Hamburg at the infamous Reeperbahn. They look extravagant and outstanding in their wigs and twenty centimeter high heels with shoe size starting by fourty two. I had to be putten on the make-up as no clue what so ever concerning the look of show and glamour. My friend suddely sprays something sticky all over my face to keep the make-up fixed on , in case i decide to run a marathon the stairs up and down. 

At the end i have a great time sitting next to the security guy who tells me all the stories of the hood while smoking a cigarette and observing the scenery passing by right in front of my face. I am so small anyway as can only wear red sneakers to my outfit, though with a huge black fascinator on my head. Great to be here but happy to get home to sleep. Alone.