This is a true story of my recent return to clubbing in Berlin, this time at club Insomnia.
Lockdown was hard for me. It was a time when everything I enjoyed was taken away and I seemed to be surrounded by people who didn’t mind it so much – some even actively enjoying it. My disappointment in other people only helped to fuel my crossdressing even more – I would go out in public in all black PVC or leather and would get stares from all kinds.
So when Insomnia in Berlin re-opened after being closed for 18 months, I was one of the first back in it. My only other experience in it was just before the lockdown when it was not very busy and nothing much happened.
It is a sex and dance club, not very big, with a large open upstairs space where strangely only couples are allowed to ascend the stairs from the ground floor main dancing room. I planned to dress head to toe in black latex, and enjoy some random cock. I went with a trans-woman friend I had made some years previous. We met on a website and hooked up, having long awesome fuck sessions in her apartment that would last for most of the night, her fucking me with her beautiful, eternally stiff cock. I had never cum so hard and so much. But that was years ago and since then our relationship had simmered down since we were both in monogamous relationships that came and went. We met a few weeks ago, and I dressed to impress, eager to get some of that amazing sex again, but she said that we should just be friends. I was really disappointed.
And so when I suggested Insomnia with her, I knew it was only going to be going as friends, and that we would split up and search for our own fun there. It was one of the first no-mask, no-distance events, so I was excited enough just for the chance to dress up and be amongst a big crowd of people. I was sure to look as hot as outrageous as possible: long black latex gloves, high latex stockings held with garters/suspenders and a simple black latex top. I wore my patent leather medium high heeled boots with a simple large ring on the outside silver zips and painted my nails black. I put on my black spiky choker with a ring – elements of sub and dom, so people knew I was a switch and packed a bag with a pre-lubed shining sponge so I could do it easily at the club rather than before.
I did my eye make up a little heavier than usual and wore my usual wavy blonde-brown-at-the-roots wig. I wore my warm leopard-print biker-style jacket for the journey as summer was fast fading. Winter and summer seem to be the only seasons in Berlin and the 6 months of winter were about to start any week now. Finally I put on my panties and realised that I hadn’t planned for anything on the lower half of my body apart from the latex stockings. So I put on my PVC punky skirt: a short, shiny, black skirt with zips and pockets.
I took the train there. This is easier to do dress as I was, in Berlin than other cities. On my way to the club by foot from the station I got a few jeers from some middle-eastern guys. Always the middle-eastern guys. I don’t why. Maybe it’s something to do with them being equally attracted to girls like me than they are repulsed. But only ever in groups. Alone they are often very different.
I made good time and got to the entrance of the club. I had packed some vodka in my handbag, disguised in an empty bottle of hand sanitiser, since I remembered that the price of drinks in the club was crazy. I waited a few minutes for Tanja. She Whatsapped me a pic of her outfit. She looked very good, elegant and subtle. I was certainly on the opposite end of the subtlety spectrum with my body almost entirely covered in, as of yet, unpolished black latex, save for the tops of my arms and legs. It was just gone 10pm and I was happy to see that the club was busy but without a line, perfect. We went in, paid and took off our jackets to hang in the cloakroom. Ah I remembered this place! Wow, it had been a while.
Then we entered the main club room, early 2000s dance music blaring. I almost immediately polished all of my latex and asked Tanja, as if we were putting on sun-cream for a day at the beach, to do my back. I was now entirely shiny, lights nicely bouncing of my latex clad skin at all angles. We got some drinks, Tanja a whiskey and coke, me a shot of vodka, and we both just sat in silence for quite a while, soaking up the atmosphere and amazed at the quickly gathering crowd of people, no masks, no distance forming in front of us on the dance floor. It was beautiful. I almost wanted to cry. It had been 18 months of insane fear-mongering, but here finally were at least a crowd of people who were normal enough to want to be in a crowd. Well, sort of normal. I sometimes worried that people were far too happy to be in lockdown, to avoid contact with others.
I noticed that the stairs going upstairs had the thick rope across the entrance, surely they would open the upstairs fucking area soon. I went to the toilet and got a bit lost, nearly stumbling into the jacuzzi where a very normal looking couple were kissing and whatever. I was reminded of the heteronormative nature of this place. KitKat seemed to be a bit more out-there, but I did remember that Insomnia was a bit of a cliquey place where mostly younger couples or groups of younger couples came to do some very heteronormative swinging, i.e. watching their respective girlfriends kiss as they danced behind their respective partners. I didn’t see many other full-on crossdressers, just a few queer-ish looking men and mostly straight couples. Oh and of course the obligatory near-naked old man who roamed around the club on his own, leering at anything remotely sexual happening, bless him. Every club like this seems to have one.
I chatted to a few random people before going back to the nice cloakroom girl to ask her about the steps upstairs. She said that the person who was in charge of opening them was running late… hmmm, that’s weird, I thought, that’s a job?! Then a guy joined us and we got into a conversation about massages. He said he loved giving massages and I said I’d love to have one. He should sure, if we find each other in the club again. Maybe something will come from that.
Then I went back to the main dance hall and had a dance with Tanja. It was fun. I was surprisingly not dripping with sweat and found the dancing to be super fun – wow, why was it so fun? Oh yeah, because I hadn’t done it for 18 months!
I spoke to some more random people including a few guys who made it obvious that they wanted to see more of me, literally. I figured Tanja would disappear with someone soon, and that would motivate me to do the same. But right now, the night felt young and I didn’t want to commit myself to a guy just yet.
I sucked down my hand-sanitiser vodka and had another dance, floating around Tanja and occasionally getting young eager guys placing their hands on my sides. Wow, is that still a thing guys do? I wasn’t into it and politely removed their hands as I danced, as if it was a fun part of the dance! The club had a few obviously visible security guys so I felt safe.
I rejoined Tanja for a sit down and a drink and after some chatting we fell silent again. Ah, the upstairs area had opened. I gave it a thought, hmm, if this backfires, it could be super awkward. But I had a feeling that Tanja was thinking the same as me.
“Shall we go upstairs?” I said to her. She immediately replied “yeah” as if she was waiting for the question. I took her hand and we went up the stairs to the fucking floor. There were only around a dozen people upstairs, even though it was pretty big. There were some bondage devices and lots of bed-like shiny pieces of furniture all around the edges and a few in the middle. I first went to the first bed area I found but then had a thought and led Tanja to the bigger area right in the middle of the room.
“You know I’m an exhibitionist, right?” I asked Tanja. She didn’t seem to mind. We fell into a natural embrace, kissing that gradually grew fiercer, combined with stronger clenches over each other’s bodies. I felt her crotch – she was already rock hard, which then made me hard. Nothing beats the feel of a nice hard cock under cloth.
Our kissing and embracing grew stronger as I whipped off my PVC skirt and pulled down my panties to touch myself as Tanja did the same and I lowered my head in anticipation of her delicious cock. I could barely tease it with my fingers and tongue, rubbing the tip gently down the sensitive side of her shaft before swallowing up her cock in my greedy mouth, feeling myself harden even more as I sucked her beautiful cock, pushing it deep to the back of my throat and holding it for a few seconds each time, forcing jets of slimy saliva to form, only lubricating her more and more, making the sucking more pleasurable for the both of us. Tanja’s body shook as if she was about to cum so I stopped. I wanted her cock in me. I didn’t want her cumming yet. She started sucking me, ah man it felt so good. I was clad in black shiny latex, with this hot trans-girl sucking me off, her beautiful hard cock on display for all to see. I barely noticed the people around us watching, lost in the action as I was. We swapped sucking each other’s cock and sixty-nined for a while (the problem with this position is that you have to suck and get sucked from an unusual angle that often doesn’t feel as good as the usual angle). We fell into the routine of what we used to do. It felt great.
I got a condom and a little single packet of lube from my handbag and eased the condom onto Tanja’s hard, throbbing cock, jerking her off and sucking her a little, just to keep her ‘topped-up’.
“Fuck me” I simply said to her as I got on my hand and knees and presented her with pretty much the only part of my body that wasn’t covered in shiny black latex – my ass. I helped guide her beautiful cock into my ass with my hand, dead-slow at first, and then I just let the both of us feel it for a while. That’s almost my favourite part of getting fucked – just feeling it in me just after it’s gone in, and you feel filled-up and complete in a way that only anal-lovers know.
She fucked me slowly at first as my ass adjusted to the familiar feel of her perfect, hard cock.
“Oh god yeah fuck me baby” I said, unaware that I was shouting porn-cliches, because that’s just what I really wanted to say. And she did. She fucked me for quite a while, the speed slowing building, and the intensity of the thrusts gradually increasing. It was bliss, feeling all of her in me, in my latex-surrounded, tranny-ass, as my body shook with her thrusts, my latex covered hands (the fingertips were cut off, like fingerless gloves, so my black nails were on show) pressed firmly down on the shiny firm but soft, quick-wipe surface. After about ten minutes of fucking I found myself really wanting to suck her again so I pulled away from her, turned around, ignoring the people watching, and beckoned her to lie down on the bed as I greedily fed myself with her cock once more, trying out a different variety of techniques until I hit upon one that she was moaning loudly to.
Her body was tensing up and shaking as I sucked her cock whilst jerking it off at the base with my fingers. We found a comfortable rhythm and of all the times we had fucked, she had never come in my mouth but sure enough, now she was, as she moaned loudly and her body convulsed, my mouth filling with cum, and swallowing it down as fast as she spat it out of her beautiful cock.
We calmed down and chatted a little. We put our lower-body clothes back on and had a few more dances. I chatted to a few more random people and suddenly it was 3:30am. Wow. That shot by. I hope for many more evenings like this!