Katrina Bon—aka “Katrina’s Private Home”—is a members-only swingers’ club with an intimate vibe. We first experienced it thanks to a private event arranged for our Alaska cruise group who lingered in Vancouver a few extra days. The club isn’t huge, but that turned out to be perfect—cozy, playful, and exactly what they mean when they say: the right people, the right place, the right time.
First impressions? Let’s just say this place doesn’t exactly scream “swinger club” from the curb. No flashy sign, just a plain address number—blink and you’ll miss it. We slipped through a glass door, headed down a staircase, and suddenly we were in the underworld of naughty fun. At the check-in desk, we were greeted by a friendly host… and a clear view of the nearly naked crowd waiting just beyond her. Subtle? Not at all. Effective? Absolutely.
After handing over our fee, we ditched our clothes in the tiny cubby area and joined the party. We had a few Vancouver friends with us (thank you, past cruise connections!), and while the headcount was probably under 20 couples, the club still felt packed. Maybe it was the small space, maybe it was all the skin, but the energy was high. For us, it was a blast. For brand-new couples? Well… diving straight into that crowd might feel less like “easing in” and more like cannonballing into the deep end.
Katrina Bon keeps it simple—one floor, two bathrooms (one with a shower), a kitchen, a cozy living room, and just three playrooms with two or three beds each. No doors, no secrets. Most of the mingling happens in the hallway, where a couple of chairs exist but standing seems to be the sport of choice—at least until you find a partner and claim some bed space. Privacy? Forget it. There’s usually another couple right beside you, and yes, accidental brushing, bumping, or full-on touching happens. Honestly, that’s half the fun—especially when you know most of the people there. Only one bathroom door locks, so modesty takes a back seat. The vibe works for our group, but with membership-only access and no big push for new recruits, it feels more like an intimate circle of friends than a revolving-door hotspot.
Three playrooms doesn’t sound like much, but trust me—they were buzzing. One had a massage table that doubled as a bed, though you needed the right height (and stamina) to “ride that ride.” The others were stocked with plenty of beds, and with our cruise gang in full swing, every inch of mattress real estate was prime property. We kept the party rolling with the same couples we’d been tangled up with all week, and I even got the chance to “meet” a Vancouver local during a steamy MFMM session. She and her hubby were last-minute invites from our host, and let’s just say… they didn’t waste any time making themselves part of the fun. Another night of delicious chaos, exactly the way we like it.
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No official dress code here—at least none we could find online. The site does suggest ladies slip into “new lingerie or those sexy little things you’d never wear in public.” Our group clearly got the memo: the women went with skimpy panties and topless smiles, while the guys stuck to underwear… or ditched it altogether. In fact, after the first hour, “nothing at all” pretty much became the theme of the night.
The club feels like it used to be somebody’s apartment—though with no windows, who knows if anyone ever actually lived there. Décor? Think basic, not bougie. But credit where it’s due: the place looked tidy, smelled fresh, and set the stage just fine for the kind of fun everyone came for.
No bar service here—just a couple of spots to stash your own booze and mixers. Dance floor? Didn’t see one. Music? If it was playing, it wasn’t memorable. Bottom line: if you came to dance, you’d better mean the horizontal Mamba, because that’s the only rhythm this place is built for!
No pool, no hot tub—just one shower that’s roomy enough for two. As for the hot water? Let’s just say it might not last if you’re more into playing than scrubbing.
The website stays quiet about single gents, which usually means… don’t bother. Single ladies are mentioned, so we’re guessing that’s a case-by-case deal. Let’s be real—if a gorgeous solo woman asked to join, odds are the owners wouldn’t exactly slam the door. Guys, though? Better try your luck at another club.
No prices are listed on the website—mystery money vibes. We slipped them about $50 CAD, but keep in mind, our group was a surprise party they didn’t see coming. So this was a cash windfall. We do know they do not take credit cards. If you want the real numbers, you’ll have to hit their site and fill out that little form at the bottom.
Now, about the vibe—hard to judge, because we’d already been chasing these same couples around the cruise ship all week (and trust me, they’re not exactly hard to catch). What we can say is that a local Vancouver couple, who knows our crowd well, recommended the place—so it fit us perfectly. Oh, and while the website says condoms are required, let’s just say… we didn’t notice anyone handing out citations.
So… would we go back? If the right crowd was there, absolutely. The bigger question: will we ever be back in Vancouver? It was an early-bird party (doors at 8pm), and we were out by 11—tucked in bed before midnight, which checked all our boxes. The vibe felt very full-swap: less about dancing and flirting, more about finding a couple (or two, on a good night maybe three), getting naked, and chasing each other around a bed. Hopefully the other couple is as easy to catch as you are—here it’s seems to be less about cocktails and more about catch-me-if-you-can! That is our game plan at any lifestyle place, so it fits us well!
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