Burlesque tonight. I was sure I’d seen the go-go dancer before. She wore her wig in pig tails, had very large breasts that we never got to see but I got to lick through a dollar bill as I stuffed it in her bra with my mouth. A nose ring, like a bull. I know, it’s called a septum. I was mesmerized by the way the cellulite on her butt and back of thighs disappeared and reappeared as she made quick swivel motions with her hips. I’m usually bored with go-go dancers, but something about this one held my eye. I recently heard “A burlesque dancer performs for the crowd, a stripper dances for just one person.” It was if this go-go had the perfect combination, dancing for the crowd and each individual all at once.
Another dancer pulled a string of rosary beads from her vagina, and there’s nothing that can top that.
Later, I went to an art fag event with a friend i met through a man i saw a few times, and not at all to my surprise, the man was there. Wearing the same brown vintage suit as when I met him, and indication he’s dying to impress. He could have been an aristocratic lady who lunches when he saw me: “Oh, I”m so glad you’re here!” With utter schmaltz and fakeness and a quick exit after he found the bathroom. The best part about sex with this man had been that he liked it doggy style, so I didn’t have to look at him while we did it. Not that he’s unattractive, more that he’s so detached from everything, that eye contact and genital contact at the same time would probably make him explode. My friend went off the fulfill his oral sex karma and I promptly left after exploring the “art installations” that included shower curtains, fantasy stories, and a giant pot of soup. sometimes a bathroom rug is just a rug.
Back to this idea of oral sex karma. I find it interesting. During train ride from burlesque to party, my friend explained the situation between himself and a girl who lived at house of party. They’d hooked up a couple of times, the first time wasn’t great, the second time still not a deal breaker one way or the other, and the third time he received a full on rub and tug spa treatment, worth at least $400 in any proper brothel. She gave him a long sensual massage, and capped it with an awesome blow job. He is now 100% sure he’s not interested, but instead of telling her right away, he feels the need to fulfill his obligation, pay back the oral sex karma. I say the girl probably has feelings and should know he doesn’t before engaging in any further sex. Not that I think he should get out of the debt, not at all. I think he should draw up an official certificate: “IOU one hour of the best lip smacking, face numbing, tounge thrusting cunnilingus I can muster, and if you don’t like that, then at least a good foot rub. Terms and conditions: I am in no way interested in a meaningful romantic relationship, a falsified romantic relationship, or a fuck buddys situation. After coupon is redeemed, status converts immediately to sexless friendship.” Then let her make the call.
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