The Night of the Senses - 2004

Written by organiser Tuppy Owens, with quotes from her guests.

After months of preparation and gathering of guests, the big doors of the SeOne Club finally opened to allow the busy, excited queue to enter through the glittering foyer. The very first Night of the Senses was about to commence.

Everyone was looking wonderful in gorgeous colours and sensual, sexy and sometimes hilarious outfits. We always get the usual dashing doctors, rubber nurses, angels, princesses and fairies, but this time there was a new graciousness - shimmering silk and flowing chiffon.

Our new image attracted a full-on young crowd eager for sexual adventures, a delightful bunch who were absolutely no trouble, and the stewards had no hassles whatsoever.

Guests were welcomed at the Hospitality Lounge where hostesses Viv, Ice and Julia soothingly pointed lost souls in the right direction, answering queries and reassuring the nervous and shy. Guests made their way through the playroom to look at the Erotic Awards Exhibition before talking their seats for the 2004 Erotic Awards Show. See www.erotic-awards.co.uk.

Once the Awards were over, our guests were eager to party, whether they came alone or with friends, and there was plenty in store for them. The Room of the Senses provided a multitude of non-visual sensory experiences, and the Tactile Fashion Show offered everyone the pleasure of touching models' garments in a wide range of fabrics and textures. Many of the models were disabled: Mr Wool in his wheelchair wore a fleece which I had recently sheered from one of my sheep; Miss Fluffball glided along trussed up in pink pompoms; Mr Leather held leather comfort-balls in his hands and, led by one arm around the auditorium (he is blind), left his wide leather chaps precariously suspended by chance and gravity. Miss Winceyette felt so cosy that, after everyone had snuggled her, she just sat down and sucked her thumb. This fashion show was a repeat from the Outsiders 25th Anniversary celebration at the Landmark Hotel in London a couple of weeks earlier.

The Playroom was a vast arena of experimental eroticism, with the choice of soft, medium or hard. The Rubber Wall held up under the strain of bodies, and the Medical Area played host to examinations of the most intimate parts by sexy doctors and nurses. And not forgetting the Piss Pool, where one young man was rained over by a very eager young lady.

Favourite spots were the Infinity Dome - always busy because the people inside can see their reflections on the walls. The love nest in Fosit's Café Shabeen was never empty - his entire room was a smoochy light show, smelling of Frankincense and throbbing with pleasure! One of our most popular rooms was the Anything Goes Room run by Stunners. They created a spiritual lounge where guests placed requests under the Clitoris Stone and were given the time of their lives under the magical touch of Charlotte and her Sixth Sense Oil. Fresh fruit and cream could be eaten off Polly's pretty body and couples chilled in erotic embraces in the corner.

GongBong set the Dance Room on fire with his non-stop lyrical rhythms and luscious porn projections. The icing on the cake was a fixed pole that attracted swirls of skirts and legs at ever-changing angles.

At midnight the cabaret began, and we were surprised at how many people lapped up the entertainment. It began with the Tactile Fashion Show and then focused on the stage, MC'd by Timon from The Erotic Review. Highlights included UKRudeGirl having the fire from her arse put out by the spurts from Mouse's anal enema, and Rumpshaker's classic strip where he placed his wanger through a hole in a towel where Marilyn Monroe's mouth opened. Sedek's show was a tri-sensual delight. These world-class hard-core acts were punctuated with poetry and song from Timon's Gods and Goddesses Travelling Circus.

A Shrine had been set up in the Sensuality Chamber in memory of Swing2Us Dean who, very sadly, had a heart attack earlier in the year, leaving Mattie and their two children. Candles were administered by our Candlemaster, Ron Briefel.

Overheard from a guest whose partner agreed to suck his cock while they were happily swamped in a pile of bodies, "Darling, that's not mine!"

A beautiful piece of performance art entitled The World Wide Web filled a huge corner of the main room, featuring Gwenita Lamores and Gregory Scott-Gurner. For several hours, the naked Gwenita crocheted a white thread which was woven into a web by Gregory until the couple were completely bound. With one snip, the web collapsed to create the perfect wedding dress on Gwenita's body. This was crochet engineering erotic-style, enhanced by ultraviolet lighting, gracious movement, and a certain tension. The couple repeated the performance days latter at the Liverpool Biennial Art Show.

The dungeon, kindly donated and meticulously managed by Roissy Workshops, was declared to be the best dungeon in London. It certainly looked grand with spectacular equipment well spaced so that whips could crack wide. Voyeurs were confined to the outer circle.

Jon Edge's Photo Booth was a bustling boudoir of posing, pouting and poking. This was the only photo area so, with mobile phones banned from the event, everyone felt confident that the rest of the Ball was completely camera-free.

Everywhere you looked, there were bodies and minds enjoying one another, intense conversations, raucous laughter and passionate sex. People were chatting, snoozing, gazing and shagging side by side, as is if this were quite normal - which of course it is not.

By 5am, I felt I had worked long enough and decided that what I would really love to do was suck off the cello player as he was jamming in the Sensuality Chamber. My friend Catasha urged me on: "Go for it gal," so I entered the Chamber, tiptoed up to him and whispered in his ear "Can I suck your dick?" "You can give it a go," he murmured under his breath. I knelt, undid his flies and positioned my head between his stomach and cello, his beautiful erection tucked in my mouth. The flautist raised and lowered the tempo as the two continued their duet, and I felt his buttocks tremble, and heard puffs and pants over the plucking of cello strings. At five to six precisely, he tensed, shouted out and spurted his white hot triumph all over his cello whilst still playing, and the music crescendoed. Cheers and applause could be heard all over the Ball. I blushed as he bent down to say hello. That was the first ever time I've had sex at the Ball and certainly worth the wait of 18 years. Mr Cello turned out to be a conductor, hence being able to do so many different things at once!

Here are some quotes from some of the many guests who wrote to thank us:

"The first Ball I attended changed my life - I had entered feeling shame about my desires and came out with my head high. I became a better person. This year I returned to once again enjoy my sexuality with honesty and gratitude. This is where I feel most at home."
Charlotte of Café Alice

"Emma advised me to come in a skirt with nothing underneath, and we had the first dick-fight (of a few). I had a fab time - really friendly and up-for-it people - mind (and cock) expanding."

"Fantastic erotic extravaganza. The energy which had been put into making the party look and feel lovely, evolved into an incredible sexual energy amongst us. Totally inspirational - with opportunities to see amazing sex close up and watch people soar into ecstasy."

"As a newly married couple, the Night of the Senses proved to be a gentle exploration of our erotic fantasies and a wonderful opportunity to reveal a healthy fun-loving sexuality we previously thought necessary to repress."

"We have attended the event three times now and have had a different, but powerful experience every time. More Please!"

"I had a fantastic time at the Night of the Senses, where I won the Stripper of the Year Award (even though I am an amateur). After the presentation on stage, I was able to enjoy the other pleasures of the night. In the 'Anything Goes' Room, I became a true exhibitionist with my beautiful and incredibly sexy friend Vicky, taking advantage of the sumptuous chocolate and soft fresh fruit provided in the boudoir, to paint each other before having fantastic strap-on sex together, with an audience of probably about 30 voyeurs.... Fabulous! What an excellent night."
The Painted Lady x

"We came as a group of six: two long-time fans, two thirty-something swingers who had not been to a Ball before and two forty-somethings, who had never been to anything like this ever, and whose eyes were out on stalks just about as soon as we entered. I thought the layout was much better than last year - and everything just seemed to work: the Erotic Awards ran to time, the disco was fab, there was lots of space to chill out and meet new people. We all had a great time. We particularly liked the performance art - the girl being carefully 'knitted' into a spiders web - and the Sensuality Chamber. The great thing about the Night of the Senses is that it works at so many levels - our swinging couple were off-and-at-it as soon as the Awards were over, our virgins spent ages at the performance art and just wondering around before tentatively going into the Sensuality Chamber and staying on the sidelines - and they still didn't fuck - they just soaked up the atmosphere and marveled at what was going on around them."

"Members of our group all left at different times, and by the end, I was left on my own and peeping through the peep-holes of the Sensuality Chamber, I saw a sight that made me stand riveted to the spot. A simply stunning brunette was naked and giving her boyfriend a blowjob, nothing unusual in that, but he was lying on a raised bed and she was arched over him - the curve of her back was like a sculpture and her bum the best I have ever seen. Then they turned over and he fucked her from behind - the spectacle was so impressive that a big crowd gathered around them. I'm sure the image will live with me for ever."

"So it was a simply fantastic night, and it proved, more than ever, that The Night of the Senses is for everyone - the hardened swingers, the first timers, the young, the old (our party ranged from 30 to 74!) - everyone who wants the opportunity to explore their own sensuality and watch others do the same."

"And as a footnote, a few weeks later, our little group got together again and surprise, surprise, the shy forty-something Ball virgin not only had her first taste of non-marital sex and the longest fellate any of us can remember, but was taking the lead and setting couplings up. Talk about letting go! The change in her was unbelievable - and it would never had happened without the Night of the Senses. We all can't wait till the next one."
Boblet and friends