I noticed that there were a couple of guys being a bit more restrained.
More came closer to join us, and I kept having to push hands away as everyone was trying to reach to pinch my nipples, or get their fingers into me. The boy sensed I was getting nervous, so he slipped his hand between my legs and gave me something to grind against.Īs I started to more visibly enjoy it, they started pressing in harder. There were at least 3 behind me trying ever so gently to push things into my mouth. I started squeaking a bit as guys did things that hurt, or made me nervous, like pulling my hair or putting their hands round my throat. Initially there was just a lot of touching and pulling guys pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits like they wanted to prove it was all real. By this point a couple of the guys had started touching me, and he batted away the ones that were obviously awful/terrifying, but checked a couple of others and let them join in. He stripped me to just the point where I started getting shy, then pushed my head over the back of the seat so I couldn’t see what was going on. The seats we’d chosen were roughly in the middle, and heads turned as he sat me down and pulled my top up to show them my tits. The minute we walked in to the sex cinema (he in domly protective mode, me in a short skirt and on heat) we were surrounded. A special one, who I trusted to not only look out for me and protect me, but also to push me into fucked-up things that I’d otherwise be too nervous for.
It’s the equivalent of someone saying “you know this super-hot thing that you’ve always wanted? It’s actually not only OK, but there are loads of people who will get off on you doing it.” Jackpot. It might not seem like a revelation to you, but to me at the time it was a lottery win. But it turns out that not only are you actually allowed to watch these guys wanking, they really really enjoy you watching it. Initially I thought the deal was that you just go in to the sex cinema, sit down, and watch the porn (or, in my case, watch the guys vigorously watching the porn). A stench that hangs in the air with a slightly nervewracking promise, and the remnants of which has seeped into the very upholstery. The reason they are fun has little to do with the porn and everything to do with the stinking fetid desperate stench of angry wanking men. Despite the low quality of the porn, I can tell you that these places will never be killed off by the internet. Nothing quite as good as you’d get on the best sites, but more than you’d get in a strip show. I don’t want to shock you, but there’s a cinema in Soho that shows pornography. It might not be for everyone, but if you like that sort of thing I’d like to reassure you that all of this was fully consensual, and I’m grateful to all these strangers for showing me such a sexy time! It was also intense, as you’d imagine any event involving a slightly-nervous girl, her even-more-nervous boyfriend, and a gang of eager men with erections might be. It was a deeply pleasurable, intensely filthy thing, which I loved taking part in.
Update 2018: I’m adding new art to this very old post, and I realise that this glorious sex cinema frolic might need a bit of a content warning.
Image by the incomparable Stuart F Taylor On that sex cinema in Soho September 30, 2011Īudio player not available in your browser…