After the delights of She World and Sweet Wednesdays Clubs, I ventured into leafy Sutton in SW London for my next club outting. According to it's website information, it's been serving the Trans community for 27 years. Thus, I would assume it's been the longest running Trans venue in London. It's been at it's current address for 10 years, and if you google it, you'll see how much the neighbours have enjoyed living next door to the venue. The website goes on to say 'Lovejoys is an established event for trans girls, admirers, couples & others to mix and mingle in a large private house.' One would think, naively in my case, that this was a place where Tgirls couple go and meet up and chat with other Tgirls. Looking at the invite list, it's appeared more popular than any other venue in London. So I thought 'great', loads of chats with Tgirls. The reality was rather different, and while I don't wish to upset anyone, this blog is written by someone that isn't interested in having sex or sexual activity in a club. So my views will differ from most if not all the attendees of Lovejoys. To sum Lovejoys up, it's a sex club, pure and simple. I guess they can't advertise that.

I parked up on a street opposite around 4pm, and made a few last minute adjustments. Then a short walk back to the venue. The house was large, and hidden a bit from the street by trees. I arrived at the front door, where a sign helpfully said 'ring this bell.' Hmmm, so many options. A TV opened the door and announced herself as Stella, not in her whips and chains incarnation from the website, but a nice skirt and top. She ticked me off on her list and we started talking about the venue and the neighbours. Stella saying that they can't advertise the address anywhere. Hence why I found it through a friend. You're supposed to email to let them know your coming, then you get the address. If you've been before or know the address, it's not entirely necessary. If you google 'south london sex parties' and look at the YourLocalGuardian result on the first page, it helpfully has a photo of the house with the address and stories of the battles with neighbours. The Daily Express also carries an article on the manor to titilate it's readers.

After a quick guide to the property from Stella, I went to the Girls changing room, to the left of the front door. Inside were lots of mirrors with lights around, and girls in various states of undress. The tables were interspersed with various forms of BDSM furniture. I flipped off my trainers and put on my low heels, underneath my wholesome green pleated skirt, my lovely leather mini skirt with corset back. I chucked my trainers and green skirt in a carrier bag, and put it on a seat alongside other peoples better quality bags.

Back in the main hall, I crossed it to the Kitchen, which is just across from the Girls Room at the front of the house. Here an L shaped table was split half and half. One side was wine and juices, the other food and nibbles. Behind the table were two fridges with soft drink cans and water. The £30 (cash only) entry fee means you can help yourself to anything. So I had a glass of water and a quarter of a pork pie! Yes, I am the total embodiement of rock and roll! I got chatting to the lovely Indy, who was also at the watering hole. Explaining this was her local club so to speak, and had visited similar venues to me.

Stella holds court in the Kitchen.

I was feeling a bit hot, it was 24c that day, and I went to the 'outside' area. This was an enclosed small space with a roof, but did feel cooler. I caught up on some what'sapps, and a couple came in. I tried to look the other way, as they snogged a bit. The area was about 2.5m by 1.5m, so tricky! I'd seen the bald guy, called Gabe, furtively going around the place, looking hopeful. Sadly, on the way out, he felt that it was ok to grope my arse. I left for the 'safety' of the lounge. Here I chatted to a pleasant admirer, Alan from Ireland. There was also a younger admirer there, also from Ireland. We chatted for a bit, and then nature called. Back at the Kitchen I opted for a glass of Red. A few sips, and I was feeling braver, and went for a look upstairs, hoping curiosity wouldn't kill this cat.

Upstairs there were two large, like, really large bedrooms facing each other, then beyond them were two smaller private bedrooms and a bathroom. No, nothing kinky, just a regular bathroom, again, rather large. The large bedrooms had double beds all pushed together in a row, with low lighting, but clearly enough to see procedings.

Not an advert for Simba mattresses, but one of the sex rooms. Replete with lube and condoms scattered about. Some in packets, some just lying on the bed, used. The stains on the bed are particularly enticing. 

In one room an absolute giant of a man had taken a smaller TGirl, when I say giant, I read his TVChix profile to say he was 6'8", and probably similar across the shoulders. I was expecting to hear screams of agony come from the room as the poor girl was split in half, quite literaly. However, none did come, although, I suspect he did! In the other room, a Tgirl was lying face down on the bed, while an aging admirer with white hair was putting using his finger to give the girl a prostate examination, at least, I assume that's what he was up too. A couple of other men looked on. Quickly bored, I returned downstairs, and got talking to Harriet from the North West of the country, who was down to have fun while on a work trip.

After an interesting chat with Harriet, I got talking to Anna. Another member of the Irish fraternity present. After discussing Irish politics and various other things, I went to the bar for more water. I went to the 'outside' area again, to see if safe and get some cooler air, but it was full of vapists. Bleurghh.

It was hard to find anywhere to stand an chat, as the Kitchen was usually crowded. I was experiencing the same problem as with She World, people disappearing and returning from the upstairs rooms after some 'fun.' Some people I'd be looking for to have a chat, were often not there. Good in some ways, as your kind of forced to chat to others. I got talking to a very pretty and slim Tgirl in the kitchen and hall area, Esme.

The entrance hall with the mirror of a thousand selfies. See mine below!

Next to the lounge, was this room, another bedroom, however, on the right hand side was a clear window, described as a two way mirror?! Every one I mentioned it to, said they'd never seen anyone use it.

I returned to the lounge, and didn't see anyone I wanted to talk too, so had a phone fiddle for a bit while drinking yet more water. The lounge had a large television in the centre, playing endless Tgirl porn. A chap I spoke to said it was 'too encourage Tgirls who might need to build up courage before heading upstairs. I mentioned it seemed coersive, almost like subliminal persuasion.

Back in the kitchen, I discovered in a room off the main kitchen, was a few trays with bottles of beers in. I did wonder why there wasn't any beer. I took an Estrelle, and headed back to the lounge. I met Chloe, her partner Jamie and her bestie Jennifer. Very pretty and chatting girls, Jamie was interesting and intelligent too. As Chloe went off for another outfit change and Jennifer followed, I chatted to Jamie, who told me about his many many philanderings over the years. He was also a cyclist, so that was more intersting to me. The time had passed 8, and the place was starting to empty a bit. So I decided to make a move.

I took a selfie with the lovely Chloe, and changed back into my outdoor clothes.

Lovejoys had some really nice people in, and is well run by supportive and friendly staff/hosts. However, it really is just a sex club, so I don't know why they don't advertise it as such. Certainly the Local Guardian and Daily Express name it as such. There were a couple of guys constantly walking around the rooms and up and down the stairs, seemingly desperate for some action which added a bit to the sadness of the vibe. Both of them took the opportunity to grope me without asking. Having sex with random strangers just seems a bit empty for me, but that's purely my view. A lot of people would look down on a middle aged guy dressing as a woman and so on. Different strokes for different folks. For someone who prefers the social side of things, Lovejoys will join She World and Sweet Wednesdays (and the Legs 800 club I knew from the blurb wouldn't be for me) as places I've little to no interest in returning too.

Hopefully Big Night Out in Bletchley is more likely to be up my street...