Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: Having Sex, Sexual History, strippers, threesome
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
Disclaimer – my recollection of the SP order in this series is hindered by my alcoholic and drug induced haze.
One of the bands that came through to play featured a pair of girl singers. I totally had the hots for one of them. We would flirt, drink, and do some drugs together but it never really went anywhere. After their work at my place, they decided to stay in the city for a while. I don’t remember the exact details but the band broke up and the two singers started dancing at one of the strip clubs for money. I went to their hotel one day to say hi and the singer that I was NOT interested in was getting out/into the shower. She was tall, much more endowed than I had ever thought, and much more pretty than I had remembered. I think that the other singer noticed this and got kind of jealous. I was going out of town to see a band, the band from SP17 and she agreed to go with me. Something happened where she was supposed to go with me, like in the same car but something came up. In transit, we played phone tag and she was going to meet me out there. She ended up coming to my hotel and we just hopped into bed. She had what I remember as a little ‘finger’ inside her when we were playing around. At the time I just thought it was freaky, but it probably was just a larger than normal clitoris. When I inserted my penis, it was noticeably different and brought me to climax in, oh, about a minute. This did not make her very happy and I offered to do more but was stopped. Imagine driving half a day for a rendezvous to have it end within 60 seconds! Nothing more happened sexually.
SP18 Recap: Chalk another poor performance up to killing any future.
SP18 Side Note: We stayed friends for a few years and she ended up involved with one of my bosses for almost ten years! I had my one chance at a threesome with her and her friend later in life but alas, I was married and actually made a good decision on that one. Last I heard, she still had a serious drug problem.
Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: Having Sex, Sexual History, Strip Clubs, strippers
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
Disclaimer – my recollection of the SP order in this series is hindered by my alcoholic and drug induced haze.
At the nightclub I was surrounded by my employees and the customers that wanted free admission and free drinks. SP6 would still come around every now and then. It was around this time that I found out that SP6 was pretty much passed around by all the bands and all the radio DJ’s. I befriended a guitar player in one of the bands and we were pretty much out of our element in the club scene. We were supposed to be living the rock n’ roll life and neither of us were very comfortable with the whole thing. We had never been to a strip club before and we decided to go together. Again, one more facet of my life that would take a while to get over. We went to the cub that was furthest away thinking that it would be safe place to see what strip clubs were all about. We knew EVERY dancer there. They made us feel more comfortable and I remember them telling us to think of them as our sister was having a sleepover and they were all in lingerie. That creeped me out. She laughed that we wouldn’t look at their bodies – just eye contact. We survived out first visit and continued frequenting the strip clubs for quite a while.
Strange Stripper Side Note: This same stripper ended up punching SP6 in the face and was involved in a lawsuit over it. Way later in life, she would share a bed with me where we dry humped as I knew I did not want whatever disease could be in her.
One night, a customer had caught my eye and we exchanged numbers. She was very cute – very curvy with an exotic flare. She had dark hair and always looked nice. We started dating and eventually screwing. Ended up that she was a stripper and had a young daughter. She lived with her mother who would take care of the daughter. I had never noticed this before, but after any sex, she would not run to the bathroom or to get a towel. We would just stay in bed or wherever and whatever leaked out just happened. This did mean there was ALWAYS a wet spot in bed, but it was something that I started noticing and paying attention to with my partners. Sex was often and wonderful. The money she made was incredible and I dealt with the dancing thing pretty well – I thought. There were times when she would tell me about this old – like 70 year old – guy would come in and spend about $300 on dances over about an hour’s time and would leave. He came in three or four times a week. It was during this time that I realized that strip clubs were just a money-sucking way to throw your money away. The drinks were over priced, it was RARE that anyone ever slept with a dancer. Guys would spend hundreds of dollars to look at boobies and keep that frustration level up. If they took most any girl out shopping or to dinner and spent that kind of money – they would have gotten laid. Not that they were not asked on a nightly basis, it’s just that they made more money if they guys thought that they were getting somewhere. I could handle that pretty well – it was just a way to make money. She started getting offers for overnight ‘trips’ that customers would pay for and they would get their own rooms and go shopping. It was about this time that I didn’t much care for any of that. We continued an on-and-off again relationship for a while. We both really enjoyed jazz music and that was our touchstone.
SP10 Recap: The whole dancer ‘thing’ did end up bugging me. We got along fine, I think that she would have preferred our getting closer. I actually think that she offered to quit once – but when she tried to get a ‘normal’ job – it paid something like $6 an hour. She was saving up for school for her daughter, that would never pay the bills.
SP10 Sidenote – I saw her with her husband a few years ago. She is a realtor now and lives within a mile of me! She looked good, a little rounder but still very classy.
