118 ·^ COSMOPOLITANwith the DJ
When Izzy* went to a club, the DJ did far more than just play her song...
MY
BEST SEX
EVER WAS...
ADULT NON-FICTION
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 confidentlyintroduced 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”PHOTOGRAPH GETTY IMAGES, POSED BY MODELS. *NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED