We decided our first club experience would be to head over to the Wicked Club in Toronto. This was apparently the place in Toronto for on-site activity.  We did a lot of research, searching online for reviews and people’s opinions on the place.  There are still some older reviews and articles online about the place but in reality, we knew we had to check it out for ourselves.

We showed up early, about 10:30 to get a tour as a “newbie” couple. A really sexy hostess showed us around (even R who had NO girl-girl experience admitted she was quite attractive). First impressions, well, I was both intrigued by the things I saw as well as a little nervous.  Beds, open rooms, large mattress areas, even a bondage type strap on board thing that as a newbie, I had no idea how to use!

So back downstairs for some drinks, some dancing, and to see if there were any people we would find “interesting”.  The one thing about Club Wicked that we found was the quality of people was generally ok.  We simply were not attracted to anyone, at least not enough to make a first approach, and yet no one seemed to be making moves at all. So off I go to the bathroom…

Upon my return, my wife is dancing with a woman on the dance floor.  I guess she waited for me to be out of the way before she made her move.  Not that attractive, but enough that she got R out to dance (though R likes to be the center of the party so I think she would have gone with most people). The dance ended, R came back over to me and let me know that the girl stunk like smoke.  She had no interest because of that, and we should move on.  Our first encounter with the “chocolate” kind. The ice was broken.

After a few more drinks, we decided to go upstairs (oh, before we went, we noticed the smoke lady making out with a much more attractive woman as they stood between their respective husbands). So up the stairs we went till we hit the towel guy. Two towels, a locker key and a reminder that they are not responsible for lost or stolen items (LOL). We went around the corner, dropped our pants and slipped into the towels.  Next decision, where to first?

Related posts:

1. Our first visit to Wicked – part two
2. Closing in on Two Years