I Came for Her. I Stayed for Him.
You know his body, but never his face.
For several years now, Adrien has been joining Alex in some of his PussySlave adventures. While digging back through our archives, we asked him to tell us how it all started.
Here’s his story.
The first time I saw Alex, to be completely honest, he wasn’t the one I was looking at.
It was the girl who had just walked past me.
She was gorgeous. The kind of woman you notice immediately, even in a swingers club where, let’s face it, you’re not exactly there to admire the decor.
I watched her walk across the room and saw her join a guy.
Well.
She wasn’t alone.
That didn’t necessarily mean anything. We were in a swingers club, after all. But I knew the lifestyle well enough to understand that you don’t approach a woman and act like the guy she’s with is part of the furniture.
I was about to go over and talk to them when she walked away for a few minutes, heading toward the bar.
That left her partner by himself.
I figured that actually made things easier.
So I went over to him.
And when I got close, something felt strange.
His face looked familiar.
Really familiar.
“Do we know each other?”
He looked at me for a couple of seconds.
“I don’t think so.”
“Your face definitely looks familiar.”
“Could be. But I don’t remember meeting you.”
So we started talking.
His name was Alex.
About my age, from the area, and into the lifestyle too. I asked if he came there often. We talked about a couple of places we both knew, parties we’d been to, just the usual stuff between two guys meeting at a swingers club.
Conversation came easily.
Then the young woman came back.
Sarah.
And while I’d gone over to Alex because it seemed easier to start with him, I have to admit I was pretty happy to see her come back.
The three of us talked for a while.
She was every bit as attractive up close as she had been from across the room, and we seemed to click pretty well.
But Alex and Sarah hadn’t come there to improvise their night with me. They were meeting another couple at the club.
Before they left, Alex asked for my number.
I gave it to him.
They went off to meet their friends.
And I carried on with my night.
That could easily have been the end of it.
But later that night, something was still bugging me.
That damn face.
I was sure I’d seen Alex somewhere before.
I knew a few people at the club, so eventually I asked:
“Who was that guy with the young woman earlier? Do you know him?”
Someone told me:
“Alex. Everybody calls him Alex. He comes here every now and then. Apparently he makes amateur porn.”
Ah.
Now things were starting to make sense.
I was already on swinger sites and followed some of the social media around that world. I could easily have come across his face on Wyylde, Twitter, or somewhere else without really paying attention.
When I got home, I started searching.
And I found Alex.
Then I found PussySlave.
Homemade by Alex.
Obviously, I looked at his profile a little differently this time.
A few hours earlier, he’d just been some vaguely familiar guy standing next to a very attractive woman.
Now I’d actually talked to him. I’d met Sarah. And somewhere in his phone, he had my number.
Curiosity took care of the rest.
I checked out their social media, their content, their world.
Then I subscribed.
And after that?
Nothing.
One week.
One month.
Two months.
Not a word from Alex.
It didn’t exactly ruin my life. I had my own life, my own hookups, my own nights out. I’d been in the lifestyle long before meeting Alex, and I certainly didn’t need to sit around waiting for his phone call to have fun.
I just figured he’d taken my number because we’d gotten along and that nothing would ever come of it.
Then one day, my phone rang.
Unknown number.
“Hey Adrien, it’s Alex. We met at the club a while back…”
Yeah, Alex.
I remembered.
Pretty damn well, actually.
He told me that he and Sarah were interested in having a threesome.
They’d talked about the night we met. We’d gotten along, Sarah thought I was attractive, and when they started thinking about who they might want to share that experience with, Alex had remembered me.
The idea of a threesome didn’t exactly throw me off.
I was already a swinger.
And more importantly, I was very attracted to Sarah.
So far, so good.
Then Alex added:
“There’s one thing I need to explain. I make content. Whenever possible, I film our encounters too.”
That part, Alex, I already knew very well.
I’d been a subscriber for almost two months.
I didn’t tell him.
The threesome wasn’t the problem.
The camera was different.
I was a swinger, not a porn performer.
Alex was very straightforward about it.
I didn’t have to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. My face would never be shown. I could stay completely anonymous. But this time, he was looking for someone both for the encounter and to make content.
If I didn’t want to be filmed, no problem.
It just wouldn’t be me this time.
I thought about it.
I thought about Sarah.
And I said yes.
We arranged to meet at Alex’s place.
Which made sense. Homemade by Alex wasn’t just a tagline. That was where he shot his content.
Everything was set.
The encounter.
The camera.
Sarah.
Me.
Except Sarah wasn’t feeling well.
Stomach pain, cramps — definitely not in the right condition for the night we’d planned.
She decided we should postpone.
Nothing dramatic.
In the end, nothing happened that night.
And looking back, that was probably the night that changed everything.
I stayed with Alex.
We talked.
We laughed.
For hours.
I’d come there for Sarah, and somehow I ended up spending the night hanging out with him.
And for the first time, I actually got to know Alex.
Not the guy whose profile I’d found online.
Not Alex from PussySlave.
Just Alex.
And we realized we genuinely got along.
The threesome with Sarah eventually happened.
With the camera.
I’d agreed to it, and Alex kept his word: complete anonymity, no face, nothing that could connect any of it to my private life.
It went well.
Very well, actually.
Afterward, Alex showed me his website in more detail, how everything worked, his content, what he did with the footage.
Basically, he was seriously explaining the world I had just stepped into.
That’s when I told him:
“Actually, I already know.”
He looked at me, confused.
So I told him the story.
After we first met at the club, I’d asked around because I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew his face. Someone had told me about this guy named Alex who made amateur porn.
I searched.
I found him.
And eventually I subscribed because I wanted to understand his world a little better before showing up at his house.
He thought it was hilarious.
He’d just filmed a scene with one of his own subscribers without even knowing I was a subscriber.
Sarah was the first.
She wasn’t the last.
Over the years, Alex’s partners changed, and I ended up meeting some pretty unforgettable women.
There was Lilou, a gorgeous mixed-race beauty.
Lola… I’d rarely seen a wild one like her.
Sabrina… to this day, I still think she might be the biggest nymphomaniac to ever walk the Earth.
And then there was Mina.
Mina was the little doll.
Every time, it was a new story, a different dynamic, a different night.
And every so often, my phone would ring.
Alex had an idea.
Eventually, he didn’t really need to go looking for a partner anymore.
He had my number.
And by then, we knew how each other worked.
No need to overdo anything. No need to push ourselves into anyone’s space. We’d get together, have a great night, and everyone would go home smiling.
Little by little, without either of us ever really deciding it, I became Alex’s regular partner.
The guy he called when he wanted a threesome with one of his girlfriends.
And the guy some of you eventually started recognizing in his videos without ever seeing his face.
The years went by.
The shoots piled up.
So did the parties.
Alex and I went to clubs, traveled together, and attended some of the biggest swinger events in Europe.
We’ve shared experiences I probably couldn’t even have imagined that first night when I watched Sarah walk across that club.
But somewhere along the way, Alex became my friend.
A real friend.
Our relationship stopped being just about sex, clubs, or cameras a long time ago.
We know each other’s lives.
We see each other outside of all that.
Sometimes we even go out with our kids.
There’s the part of us you know through PussySlave.
And then there’s everything else.
Maybe the funniest part is how completely the roles have reversed.
The first night I met Alex, I asked people at the club:
“Who’s that guy?”
Today, I actually carry a few PussySlave patches around with me.
And when I meet a cool couple, we click, and I think they might get along with Alex, sometimes I’ll hand them one.
“You know Alex?”
When I think about it, it’s pretty funny.
The first time I saw Alex, I barely looked at him.
I was looking at Sarah.
She was the reason I went over to talk to him.
She was the reason I agreed to come back.
And, let’s be honest, she was also a big part of the reason I agreed to that damn camera.
After that came Lilou, Lola, Sabrina, Mina, and all the adventures that came with them.
Five years later, Alex is still here.
In the end, the title of this story pretty much says it all.
I came for her.
I stayed for him.