Therefore, should you offer it a spin should this be your cuppa? Do (muscle) bears shit when you look at the forests?

Therefore, should you offer it a spin should this be your cuppa? Do (muscle) bears shit when you look at the forests?

For occasion listings, visit: www. Xxl-london.com.

Club Rub

Run by indomitable domme and famous long-time London face that is fetish Kim, Club Rub is a really friendly, down-to-earth yearly kink celebration for people who like their activities without snobby pretence. Well-behaved fellas that are single welcome; DJs perform a residence sound recording to come with the noises of pounds, smacks, and whacks; and there’s always lots of play gear such as for instance swings and slings from where to dangle yourself along with your wangle, stretchers to loosen up on while a mistress wraps you from top to toe in restrictive clingfilm, and pommel horses by which become pummeled.

Each outing of Club Rub is themed (think Pirates & Wenches or Doctors & Nurses), and Miss Kim constantly provides tonnes of innovative, affordable costume some ideas on the internet site, and that means you don’t need certainly to invest a tonne to appear the component. Take a look at her tips about how to make a gimp mask from the silk scarf – it is not merely plastic at Club Rub.

The Club that is next Rub on Jan 24 in the Garage. For complete occasion listings, see: www. Club-rub.com.

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The Underground Club

This inexpensive and rear-ful club that is gay/queer found beneath Central facility club by Kings Cross (which conveniently provides affordable sleep & morning meal if you’re coming from out of city), catches the eye of virtually every fetish within the guide with a range of regular themed nights.

To begin with, there’s the raunchy ‘Paunchy’ – a night for big-bellied men in addition to guys whom admire them. ‘A.B. C – Adult Baby Club’ is actually for people into using diapers and drawing dummies (folks of any gender and persuasion are welcome for this one), while ‘S.O.P. Continue reading