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...carrying on

8:40 pm Wednesday, 23rd May, 2007

It's an enormous room, the dj near the door, some comfy, luscious seating, an inviting dance floor and a bar beyond the dance floor.

Behind the bar is a large plasma screen showing some very erotic, sensual porn. In front of the screen and behind the bar is a glorious, blonde, slightly curvaceous French woman with magnificent breasts. When I tell her, with a smile, how magnificent her breasts are, she thanks me, lowers her top and tells me they're real too. I thank her and tell her she has just made a really good day even better for me. She takes my bottle of Cava, labelles it and puts it behind the bar.

Next to her, behind the bar is a leggy, smiley, very tall crossdresser. She has a pink and black basque, a brunette bobbed wig and a humourous smile. I say in a high, super-ridiculous voice 'Good Eeeeeevening!' She says in an even higher and more ridiculous voice, 'Good EEEEEEEEEvening!' and she gives me the bottle of water I ask for. (For anyone who listens to the Iain Lee show on LBC radio will know about the 'Good Eeevening!' if not- then it's a meaningless bit of stupidity).

On with the evening! There are a number of civilised rooms, one with bean bags and cushions all over the floor, low lighting and just made for languid sex, beginning with a gentle, warm kiss. Then there's the dark dungeon, with instruments of restraint all built in and all beautifully crafted. There's an air of tense expectancy in this room, even though it's empty at the moment.

From there, you move to a another room to a standing, cuddling, low lit room. Down a coridoor to a large, dark, cinema projected onto an enormous screen, with five or six double beds with space around them, sofas and bean bags. The porn is all quite erotic, because the women on the screen are genuinely enjoying what they are doing, rather than 'being done' and thinking about the pay cheque. Behind the screen are the tiny grope rooms, with enough room for two or three people on the inside and a wall with holes in for people watching to put parts of their body through.

Then there's the medical room, not for me, because I don't like dentists and doctors at the best of times, but each to their own. It has a thigh height, lay-down padded, green-mottled vynil or leather covered bench- straight from a hospital and is fairly dark. There's space around the hospital inspection bench, yet the room is enclosed with the bench being the focus of scrutiny in the room.

Some great looking people start to fill the venue as the evening progresses. A handsome young man dressed as an American cop, with two beautiful young women. One in a very short black and white striped, body hugging dress. Her buttocks are almost revealed by the height of her dress and there's a feeling of excitemnt eminating from her, she knows that all of us men want to feel her thighs and journey into the covered section of her dress. She's a brunette, with a bob, she reminds me of an ex-girlfriend from my twenties. In fact I have to look twice- in hope- to check and as I do she flirtaciously smiles, so I beam back respectfully, a smile that says, beautiful. With these two, are a woman in a blue, satin(ish) tight dress, again, gloriously short and inviting. She wears a cap reminiscent of a leather cap that a gay man might wear, but made from a similar material as her dress. She has high-lighted shoulder length hair, high cheek bones and an inviting smile. As they dance together, exuding joy and sensuality, the cop pulls the top of the dress of the woman in the stripey dress down revealing firm breasts that deserve an award (if such a thing exists).

I didn't know the relationship between these three, but would love to experience these women, they are beautiful and very sensual. The thought of sharing two- way pleasure- pleasure that they enjoy as well as me- is enthralling. However not everything has to be experienced and respect has to overpower desire. I'll see them again and talk and maybe something will happen and maybe not. Also I am here with my beautiful ex, J, she's a close friend who I dearly love and I want to enjoy her enjoying a beautiful evening of charged eroticism and fulfilliment of fantasy.

Many couples arrive and some very good looking men. Everyone is comfortable and excited by their environment and the atmosphere. There's a charge of sexuality, desire and expectancy is filling the building and spreading among those talking at the bar. J, another ex of her's called A (I've never met him before, he's an intelligent younger guy from NZ) and I watch as one of the couples we are with go into the dungeon for a sensual, slow, buttock whipping with a horse crop. The administerer of this sensual fireworks is from an experienced woman there with 'her man' and wearing a broad smile all night. She has long curly blonde hair and is naked except for her white feather boa and white stillettos.

the rest of us go into the room which is all bean bags and cushions with another couple we came with. One is a beautiful, tiny, very powerful Chinese or Thai woman called M. Her husband is B, an incredibly tall, slender man. They are both very intelligent and there is huge sparking electricity between J and M, not just physical, but also mental, they are both very sensual, incredibly bright women.

They lie on the cushioned floor togethr and kiss, gently, slowly, stroking each other's long, dark hair. J's hair is almost black, but there is an array of other natural colours in her long straight locks, which M's jet black hair contrasts as their strands of soft lushness inter-twine. I lie near J and A lies near M, we stroke their hair lovingly, knowing not to impose ourselves, we're there as much as a barrier to protect the women from the interested men moving in to watch, but really hoping to cop some rather than enjoy what they are already experiencing visually.

As J gently pulls down M's top to reveal, aroused nipples yearning towards the ceiling atop her soft, aware breasts, the leggy non-binary comes in and announces, 'Goooood EEEEEEevening!' I imediately retoirt an even bigger, 'Gooooooooood EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEvening!' We all laugh, the humour melting into the eroticism and feeding it just a little more. The humour also diffuses further any inhibitions and feelings of the ridiculousness



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