This article contains graphic content of a sexual nature which may not be suitable for all readers. Dad aka my number one fan who reads everything I write — bless him consider this as your final warning to exit out of this tab. One of my aforementioned sexual wellness articles on the Viva website captured the attention of Melissa Vranjes, a certified holistic sex and relationship coach, who invited me to an upcoming event she was hosting.
To be frank, I never thought I needed any help in that department, nor had I ever received any complaints. We giggled the entire way from Epsom to Queen Street, where we bumped into a group of equally giddy girlies at the top of the stairs to Nightcar.
A queue began to form towards Fort Lane. We got chatting to our new friends, who revealed they were both young mums excited to learn a trick or two one was recently single, and her energy was palpable. Liv and I were invited to head downstairs, where our names were checked off and a red velvet curtain was pulled back to reveal seven booths decorated with pink, glittery dildos, condoms, information cards, lube and wet wipes.
We got the giggles immediately and decided to pour ourselves a glass of social lubricant bubbles while we waited for the other guests to arrive. Liv and I had wondered about the types of people who would attend a class like this, and soon the booths began to fill up with guests from a wide variety of ages from mids to mids. Some had travelled from Hamilton and Te Arai, others were Auckland locals.
One was a fellow journalist. A rowdy group who sat at the back had surprised their friend with a ticket for her birthday after a boozy long lunch. When everyone was seated and the shock factor over the pink dildos had settled , Melissa took the floor to welcome everyone and explain what we could expect from our minute session with her and our phallic friends.
