Well, it has been a long time since my first review of The Attic Swingers Club in Derby, over six years ago, and a lot has changed.
The Attic was forced to move locations, and they soon found new premises not too far from the old one but with a considerable advantage. Most of the rooms and play spaces are on the ground floor, with some other play spaces located upstairs. As someone with knee issues, that really made my day when I found that out.
"If you have never been to a swingers club before and are nervous, you need not be. Ron and the team will make you feel welcome, and before you know it, you will be having an amazing time."
Joanne
Opening the new venue took a long time, as Ron (the owner) had to overcome every obstacle thrown in his way by various regulatory agencies.
Eventually, the new club opened its doors this year, and the initial reviews from visitors were amazing; this led me to want to revisit the new club, leading to this review. So, read on to see what the fuss is all about and why everyone is talking higly about the new look club.
Stunt Cock here, and I wanted to take a little bit of time to tell everyone about one of my favourite kink events here in the UK Midlands.
Sparkzz is the only dedicated electroplay event in the UK that I know of, and I take the lovely sub'r' along every month for some kinky zappery fun.
Joanne cannot come along as the venue, which is the incredible Xstasia swingers club in West Bromwich, has too many stairs for her. That means I have the enviable task of taking sub'r' and thoroughly enjoying her squeals of delight as she is pleasured with our Violet Wand and, of course, some of our e-stim kit.
It was raining hard, and I was starting to regret my decision to visit a swingers club with my partner. As I walked to the door as my nerves were seriously kicking in. The walk from the sizeable off-street carpark to the clubs doors seemed to take ages, but I was glad I had brought a brolly with me.
This was my first visit to a swingers club, and while I knew what to expect, nerves were taking their toll on my resolve to go through with it. When we arrived at the large purple doors, it was a choice of brave the rain again or go inside. I bit the bullet and stepped inside.
Opening the door had us entering a sort of airlock with a little window through which we paid our entrance fee before being buzzed in. We had stopped by the Attic club in Derby as it is relatively local to us and I wanted to see what swingers clubs were like on the inside.