MY BEST SEX EVER WAS…
with a DJ (big deck energy, incoming)
My best friend, Cat,* lives in Berlin, which means I often fly over for a wild weekend. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my trips, it’s that Germans aren’t shy when it comes to sex. It’s completely normal for a man to go up to a woman on a night out and ask her if she’d like to have sex with him, or vice versa. Often, if you look around the dark corners of certain clubs, you’ll see couples passionately getting it on, completely judgement-free, and nobody is in the slightest bit bothered about it.
During one visit, six years ago, I headed out with Cat to a pulsing nightclub – and as soon as we walked through the door, I locked eyes with the DJ. He was statuesque with long, blond hair and defined muscles, like a Viking behind the decks. There was something about him being in control of everybody having fun that was a real turn-on, too.
As we queued for our drinks, it wasn’t long before a low voice came from behind us. “Hey, girls.” It was the DJ I’d been eyeing up just a few minutes before. He confidently introduced himself as Lukas* and, as I took in his broad shoulders and swagger, I immediately felt nervous – and excited.
“Would you two like a threesome with me?” he asked, straight-out. It wasn’t the first time this had happened to us in Berlin nightclubs, and Cat rolled her eyes and explained she had a boyfriend. But, feeling daring (and quite horny), I told him that I wanted to have sex, just us two – only on one condition…
“If you play my favourite Chaka Khan song, I’ll meet you in the toilets in five minutes,” I replied, smiling, my anticipation building. Cat shook her head in bemusement – but I knew she’d rather I didn’t totally abandon her for the night, and this way I could have fun and then return to her sooner.
It took Lukas a few minutes to download and queue the song. I waited tentatively for the intro to kick in, then he grabbed my hand and we headed to the toilets together. Inside the cubicle, he pressed me against the wall and began to kiss me, running his hands all over my body. His breath in my ear combined with the bassline reverberating had my entire body tingling as he unzipped my jeans and pushed his fingers inside me. I was so wet that I felt close to climaxing already.
Then it was his turn: he pulled his penis out, bent me forward against the door and entered me from behind, stifling my moans with his hand. I came before him, and afterwards we kissed again, this time more slowly.
As we straightened up our clothes, we heard the sound of booing coming from the club. In his haste to have sex with me, Lukas had left his laptop on shuffle – and the discerning German clubbers weren’t happy with the song that had come on:
Skinny Love by Birdy (not only that, but it was the acoustic version, too). I grabbed Cat, laughing, and left the bar without saying goodbye to Lukas. I felt empowered and fully in control, and it’s a memory that still gets me going years later.
“My body tingled as he unzipped my jeans”