🔥 Portland Nights: Our Spicy Spring Break at Club Privata 🔥

When Billy and I set out to explore the wild beauty of Oregon, we knew Portland had to be on the itinerary. We'd both been to the Pacific Northwest, but never Oregon. Despite this, we’d always felt drawn to the vibe of the Rose City — a place where you can let your freak flag fly without apology. Naturally, that meant a night at one of Portland’s famed sex clubs was in order.

After doing our research, we set our sights on Club Privata, nestled downtown and just a stone’s throw from our hotel, Hotel Zags. From the website alone, it looked sleek, sexy, and like just the kind of place where we could bring our spring break to a steamy crescendo.

Our journey to Portland had already been the stuff of dreams — Billy towed our vintage 1969 Aristocrat Lo-Liner camper west with a buddy for some snowboarding, and I joined him later for an unforgettable road trip. Think: misty mountains, lush forests, dramatic coastlines, hidden hot springs, and waterfalls that looked like they’d been pulled from a fantasy novel. But we saved the cherry on top for last: one wild night at Club Privata.

The famous haystack rock at Cannon Beach, OR

We rolled into Portland late after a hike at Multnomah Falls, freshened up, and hit the club just before 11 p.m. We’d signed our waivers ahead of time (pro tip!), and the staff welcomed us like VIPs. The owner spotted our Wisconsin ID and comped us on the spot — a gracious move that set the tone for the night. We had a feeling he could tell we were going to put on a show.

First impressions? Gorgeous. Dim, moody lighting, a bar and dance floor that buzzed with energy, and a cage for anyone bold enough to hop in and strut their stuff (I was!). Club Privata spans three stories, with each floor offering its own blend of lounge vibes, sexy spaces, and playful possibilities.

We got the grand tour from a lovely host who walked us through the club’s layout, rules, and a very smart system for keeping the space clean and safe. Beds marked with two condoms on a clean sheet? Game on. Toss the sheet in the hamper when you're done, and a staff member swoops in to sanitize and reset. Efficient, discreet, and honestly — impressive.

We started the night dancing, easing into the energy. I changed into my new sheer black dress with nothing underneath but a tiny g-string. I felt like a goddess. Billy, of course, looked devastatingly handsome — my favorite accessory of all.

The crowd was sexy and respectful — a great mix of couples and some solo men, all tuned in to the respectful, body-positive energy. We kicked things off on the second floor, where Billy and I claimed a bed and gave a few lucky onlookers quite the show. Public play always gets our adrenaline going, and this was no exception — intense, erotic, and oh-so-fun.

Later, we moved upstairs to the third floor — the heart of the action. The middle bed, with sheer canopies and surrounding seating, became our stage. We shared space with beautiful couples on either side, and the vibe was pure electricity.

At one point, we headed back to the second floor where Billy added one of our favorite toys — a jeweled butt plug — to the mix. A couple who had been watching us earlier asked to join, but we’d agreed to keep things just between us that night. Still, we invited them to parallel play on the couch, and the shared heat in that room? Next-level.

Our final round upstairs was the showstopper — me on top, pink plug sparkling, putting on a performance for the room. A buff redhead and his curvy partner were going at it next to us, while another gorgeous pair mirrored our rhythm on the opposite side. A woman approached us mid-play and asked to join; we declined the invite but shared a kiss and let her bask in the moment.

There’s something wildly freeing about being in a space where sex is art, pleasure is celebrated, and exhibitionism is encouraged. Club Privata absolutely delivered. The staff were incredible, the vibe was sultry and inclusive, and the layout gave us everything we wanted and more.

We left just after 2 a.m., not because we were ready — but because the crowd had thinned and our hotel bed was calling. Back at Hotel Zags, we kept the night going, still glowing from the energy of it all.

Would we go back? In a heartbeat. Next time, we might even plan two nights in a row. Until then, Club Privata — thank you for the unforgettable finale to a magical adventure.