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I had heard about this movie theater through the grapevine. For a while, the idea of visiting had been playing on my mind, like an unattainable fantasy that was both thrilling and daunting. I envisioned a seedy, poorly frequented place. Yet, my curiosity only grew. I harbored a desire to indulge in public pleasure and embrace a side of myself I usually kept hidden.
When I began dating Damien, our discussions about desires and fantasies brought this idea back to the surface. With him, everything felt straightforward: he was open-minded, compassionate, and eager to try new things. One winter evening, midweek to avoid crowds, we decided to take the plunge. Upon entering, I was greeted by an old theater that had been transformed: worn seats, slightly frayed red curtains, and a subdued atmosphere. The silence was peculiar, filled with muted breaths and watchful eyes. We settled in the section designated for couples on the ground floor. I was trembling, not from fear, but from adrenaline.
As I knelt before him, I saw him, but also the silhouettes behind
Initially, we just clung to each other, kissing. Around us, a few men watched silently. I felt their eyes tracking every move I made. Contrary to what I expected, this did not hold me back. On the contrary, their presence seemed to intensify every sensation. I wasn’t just with him; I was also in front of them. I let myself go. His touches grew more intimate, his kisses more fervent. My heart was pounding. The movie playing on the screen faded into the background, as did the other couples: it was my own story unfolding. When I knelt before him, I looked up and saw not only him but also the silhouettes behind. For the first time in my life, this blend of private and public gave me a sense of power.
I screamed, unable to contain the pleasure rising within me
We ended up making love right there, in that dimly lit room filled with anticipation. I felt the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his movements, and also the energy of the room. The suppressed sighs, the heavier breathing, the electricity in the air. Then, the climax came. I screamed, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me like a wave. For a few seconds, it seemed as though the entire room froze, as if every spectator held their breath to listen to my cry. It wasn’t shame or fear; it was a joyful vertigo, a complete surrender. I felt strong, intensely alive, happy to have crossed that boundary.
Leaving the theater, I was silent. We walked through the cold Montreal night, hand in hand, with that knowing smile that belongs only to shared secrets. I felt both vulnerable and invincible. It was a revelation; I could embrace my desires and emerge stronger. I haven’t gone back, but with Damien, I know I could. Reflecting on it, making love in an erotic cinema was one of the most liberating experiences of my sexual life.
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Nora Caldwell brings over a decade of experience in entertainment journalism to the Belles and Gals team. With a background in celebrity interviews and TV critiques, Avery ensures that every story we publish is engaging and accurate. Passionate about pop culture, they lead our editorial team with creativity and precision.
