John was conflicted, he came from a traditional background but had always felt like the odd one out, the black sheep if you like. He had spent his adult life trying to be 'normal' especially in relation to his drives and desires, people who thought like him were inclined to be labelled as perverts in the working class community he lived in so he tried repeat...
The man and woman were young -- so terribly terribly young. And their love for one another was equally youthful. Merely hours old it had already given birth to laughter and a thousand kisses. Each touch was now a burst of passion and every caress bespoke of insatiable lust and carnal desire. Spring, that time of lovers had begun and it had graced the nig...
If you've been to a strip club-- oh, pardon me, Gentleman's Club-- in the last decade or two, you know what the girls look like these days. Long and lean, muscular and aerobicized. The day of the buxom burlesque queen, or even the natural-breasted cornfed honeys of the 1970s, is long past. If you like back, at best you might get the occasional black dancer w...
Ned and his daughter Karen entered the mansion's in-house mini-studio where Ned often interviewed potential stripper employees. It was just a few cushioned chairs arrayed before a low wooden dance platform. It had a modest sound system and a simple set of stage lights. The stage was dark and quiet as Ned and Karen settled in. A light flute tune added ambianc...
The Lamb and Lion Middle Eastern Restaurant was candle lit at every table. The various patrons' conversations were a dull background buzz. The wait staff uniform was tuxedo without the top coat, giving the venue an upscale atmosphere. The clientele were a mixture of groups: a few couples seated in romantic seclusion and elsewhere parents accompanied by teen...
Darcie and I walked out of that tent on wobbly legs. I felt energized, almost wired, incredibly aware of the heaviness of my balls and the thickness of my half-hard cock, though not frustrated at all. I felt powerful. Darcie had recovered quickly. She seemed lighter, her face breaking into a small smile that somehow stayed there. Her eyes shone. The Grey M...
A chance encounter and a fantasy realized while international relations (sic) are encouraged As usual, all characters have attained majority "It's running late." "Oh. Do you know what time the next one comes?" "Are you late?" "Yes." "Late for rehearsal?" "Yes. How you know that?" "You're a dancer, right?" "Yes. How you know that?" "Where are you...
Welcome to the gym of lesbian wrestling. You've already met Peggy and Judy, now meet the other wrestlers.What's next? Peggy "Wonder women" Willis (The Champ) Judy "The girl next door" Carlson Gail "Jailbird" Rain Jennifer "The Amazon" Martin Ashley "Babydoll" Jordan Shiko "The ninja" Akimi Helena &...
Marcy danced part-time at the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club on High Street. It was a clean place where men and women would tip well without expecting favors. There had been a few serious boyfriends, but none lasted so she lived alone more than with anyone. Now in her late thirties it was troublesome. Every breakup hurt just a little more. "Want to get a d...
I'm home, waiting for you to walk in the door. You're a belly dancer at a local club. You come in the door, crying and I can't see what you're crying about. You're still in your skimpy tummy-showing belly dancing outfit. When, you uncover your navel - and show me the dagger that's inside your navel. You cry helplessly as I see your tummy shuddering - and yo...