Midtown Spa is a seedy sex club that fascinates for me. It's hot, humid, and slightly claustrophobic. Stepping inside, I feel a surreal, enigmatic sensation wash over me like a dream. There are smells -- semen and chlorine. There are sounds -- the showers, groaning and moaning. There are tempting sights and open offerings. There's beauty in the steamy dark and the sweet enticement of apprehension in the shadows.
I'm afraid. Aroused. I want that dark mysterious Italian standing in the foggy haze. As he takes me, others gather around us from out of the shadowy gloom, voyeurs in the dark, men looking to get off.
But sometimes men aren’t what they appear to be.
