Lessons After Midnight (mxm)

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Walking along the strip, I passed the small cafe on my right. The quaint little place was still lit up inside, despite being late in the night.

After a few blocks, the nightclub came into view. There was a lengthy line to get in, but that was a constant for most clubs in a city like this. Full of college students trying to buy their way into a party for the night and illegally drink.

After waiting for a while, I walked through the front doors, entering into the fullest club I had ever seen. Given that it's new, and in a college town, I wasn't exactly surprised. There were a few people wearing bdsm harnesses and subtle collars, but nothing more. Everyone was still getting a feel for the place after all.

I wore a tight, white long sleeve shirt. It didn't leave much to the imagination but showed little skin. I made a quick round throughout the place, checking out what it had to offer. Loud music and color changing lights, like in every night club.

Once I made it to the bar, I paused to grab a drink. After showing my ID, I ordered a sex on the beach. Sweet and simple. I didn't come here to get wasted. The bar had no set limit for drinks, which I found odd.

For a kink related club, it wouldn't be ideal to have drunks roaming about and possibly participating in scenes while under the influence. Alcohol plus kink is a recipe for disaster. I figured this club was on the newer side, and are trying to bring in as many people as possible first.

I sipped at my drink, looking into the crowd of people dancing. As my eyes wandered, they landed on a few attractive men, all dominants. I watched, tracking one in particular.

He was the typical well muscled, short bearded man, but his demeanor held another level of confidence. I watched him converse with other patrons as I sipped on my drink.

"Hey," Someone said from beside me.

I tore my gaze away from the man and looked to my side towards the other person. A younger guy was leaning on the bar, his body facing towards me. He didn't look any older than twenty.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Well," He started as he looked me up and down. "I saw that there's some private rooms open for rent. I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me," he said with his head held high.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for anything like that tonight," I answered.

"Are you sure? I have a great reputation," He announced as if I would look at him in awe.

"I'm sure," I said pointedly. I made myself clear, and after a moment, he seemed to get the message and walked off.

I sighed, wondering why I came out in the first place. I knew getting out of my shell would help me break this writer's block, but I wasn't used to this lifestyle anymore. I finished the remainder of my drink in one sip. I hadn't spent much time in the new nightclub, a little over half an hour of getting a feel for the place before I was ready to make my exit.

Overall, it seemed like a nice enough place. Maybe once I've moved on from Matthew, I could learn more about bdsm. I'd like to have that kind of companionship. Something more than Matt and I ever did, that's for sure.

I wondered if Milani would like a club such as Night Lux. She was always a bit extroverted and enjoyed partying in our late high school years. She's a bit more tied down now that she has a fiance, though, understandably so.

Throughout the weekend, Milani persisted in her wants to explore the city together. Her generosity and thoughtfulness were a perfect representation of her, and I couldn't fault her for her personality.