Sinerator

Clermont Lounge

2006-06-24T11:11:00.000-04:00

Clermont Lounge is a local landmark at Atlanta. It is famous for its unconventional, older, plump strippers. Last night there was Portia, who is around 50, in a Heidi costume. The younger girls were more trim, dressed in punk garb or leather.

The "stage" is closest to the entrance, surrounded by the bar. On the left there is a stage for the DJ (Saturday nights). Srid told me the men's room is essentially a trough (no flush). The women's room has one toilet behind a black curtain.

Srid talked with a pretty full-figured woman in a nurse costume who seemed to be in her early 40s. I couldn't make out what they were saying from my seat in the corner. Srid gets up and the stripper asks me to scoot over to her. I glance at my date, who is laughing hysterically. He just bought me my first lap dance.

She introduced herself as Mercedes. We shook hands. After learning that I'm Korean, she says "gam sa hap ni da." She asks if this is my first time, and I ask her to be gentle. She wiggles out of her top and removes her red bra. She smothers my face with her soft, saggy boobs. She told me she didn't mind me touching her, so I licked her nipple. She made her boobs jump up by flexing her pecs. She tried to explain how she did the trick, but my boobs wouldn't move.

She hiked up her skirt and moved her clit and lips. I told her I could do that. She faced the wall and bent down. She had a pretty kitty, pink and symmetrical. She waved her hand between her legs and I gave it a shake (what is the protocol?)

After the show, she sat down at our table. The lapdance and smoky bar made me crave a cigarette. I offered Mercedes $1 for a cigarette. She refused, but I left the bill on the table. The three of us talk about our lives like very old friends - Indian food, Korean food on Buford Hwy, Victoria's Secret, newbies copying signature moves of other girls, club policy, the Crawfish festival in May, the sinister practices of other chain clubs, past alcoholism, SM clubs, and white-collar men who get off being spanked. I offered to buy her a drink, but she went with a bottle of water.

I asked her what she does for Halloween, hoping she didn't find the question snarky (She does dress up).

After a long chat it was time for her to go on stage. I showed her my support by waving at her, and she waved back. My date admired her figure and features. This boy seemed to be into curves. Earlier that day he commented on the lines of Saab.

Srid and I were leaning against each other, drinking Coronas out of a can, making observations about this unassuming club, our middle-class voyeurism. I felt slightly snobbish for my interest driven by intellectual (if I may) or cultural curiosity, rather than something driven by fantasy or lust. I was relieved to find Srid felt the same way.

When I drove my date back to his friend's house, I keep my foot on the breaks rather than parking it. I did not want to seem presumptuous. He calls his friend briefly tells him something in Hindi. He leaned in and I gave him a quick kiss. Instead of leaving, he started to kiss me again while I held his cheek. We kiss deeply while the NIN cd was playing. He plants little kisses on my neck and I let out a soft moan. I feel his hand cupping my breast and his tongue on my erect nipple. I lightly traced his thigh with my fingers. I wondered what he said to his friend.

We snogged for 3 or 4 tracks, with my foot still on the breaks. He asked me if I was good to drive and offered me some water inside, but I told him I was good. I bid him good night, buttoned up my shirt, and drove back home.

Today, I figured out how to make my boobs jump.

Perverse Thoughts

2006-04-14T16:03:00.000-04:00

Michael says I can tell him anything.
My deepest, darkest desires, no matter how perverse I think they are.
I've shared my fondness of figging, breath play, and being tied up during a rough fuck without being concerned about his reaction.

However, it would scare him shitless if I told him that one of my wants is to be closer to him.

On several occasions he has told me that he has pictured me doing naughty things to him while he was jerking off. I admitted the same. What I didn't dare mention is that I think about him from time to time outside the realmn of sex.

There. My perversion is wanting him.

It is odd that we can be so open about the physical and at the same time so guarded from the emotional. Both Howard and Michael said something about "being on the same page." I didn't quite understand the need for such a disclaimer until now. It means "I like having sex with you, but I don't 'like you', like you." I thought I could be a happy, feminist, enlightened Samantha, but now I'm not sure. I'm just a girl.

Figging

2006-04-02T17:51:00.000-04:00

I peeled a large piece of ginger, tapered the end, and rinsed it off in cold water.
Was already sopping wet with anticipation.
I slipped it in my pussy to get it slippery
then slowly pushed it in my ass.
After a couple of minutes I started to feel the intense, pleasurable burn
It felt amazing...
I barely had to touch my clit but came so hard. Ahhh.

Round Two

2006-03-14T21:27:00.000-05:00

Wore a brown mock-wrap dress with white geometric print, black leather knee-high boots, and a black trench. He wore a brown shirt with white print (funny color-coordination), jeans, and an anorak.

Over dinner we discussed the NY subway (homeless, graffiti, 24 hrs); he really liked the roe of the omakase sushi; I commented on his good chopstick skills; his favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla; he likes to cross the Brooklyn bridge on summer to get ice cream; i told him that homemade ones are good b/c they aren't air filled; mentioned that i went to Jewel Bako Makimono, and he liked the paper lanterns; he wants to direct a documentary; when i asked if his film involved a script, he thought i was thinking of porn

On our walk back to his office we both said how it feels like it's only been a week since we last saw each other. He likes the cobblestone streets.

After rounds of unsuccessful attempts at Escape! I sat next to him and we talked. We both sneaked in alcohol into amusement parks. I did vodka and sprite; he did rum and coke. Mentioned I had Gelnfidich at the Merc bar yesterday, and he asked how old the scotch was. I like people who drink single malts.

He tried his luck with the game while I tried to distract him by running my fingers across his forearm and back. He let me take another stab and waited for me on the white couch.

He started to kiss me slowly on the lips. His scent was intoxicating…I smelled musk, sandalwood, verbena. I asked what he was wearing, but he wouldn't tell.

He bit my cheek, popped my breasts out of my bra and sucked on my nipples. I put my hand on his while he grabbed my breasts. He asked what he should do with them and I asked him to bite my nipples...but he didn't. Maybe next time. He kneeled on the floor and spread my panties to the side and slowly licked my clit. I was losing my mind. I was wearing the black one with pink polka dots. He sucked my clit over my panties and had me push his head into my wetness. At one time he pulled my dress over his head and licked me all over. His tongue felt really good on my clit. It was so good I wanted to be open as much as possible. Later he told me I left footmarks on the left wall with my boots.

He sat on the couch and I straddled him on his lap. I grinded against his hardening cock while looking into his eyes. He took his tee off. When I complained about his button-fly, he popped it open in a flash. Before I knelt down, he lay down two old tee shirts for me and spread his legs. I grazed his hard cock with my nails and traced his inner thigh. He pulled out his cock and I smiled. He asked if I had been thinking about his cock, and I coyly admitted so. It was hard, beautiful, and yummy.

He said, "hold your breasts in your hands…I want to titfuck you." It was hot to watch him, but I wanted to suck him. I got up. After kissing down the length of his cock I started to suck the head while moving my grip over his shaft. I looked up with his full cock in my mouth. He gave me a wicked smile. I licked his balls and sucked on them one at a time. I teased his ass with my tongue, rimming it and flicking my tongue while he stroked his cock. Loved it when he called me "babe" and spoke dirty words to me.

After a while we 69ed. He told me to sit on his face and bury him under my pussy and ass. "Leave your boots on."

I whispered "I want you inside me." He put on a condom and slowly slipped his cock in my dripping pussy while I spread my legs while sitting on the couch. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of me made me dizzy. He said he wanted to ride my doggy and told me to get down on the couch. "Stick your butt up for me and lower your shoulders" It felt so good. His thrusts were slow at first, but later as he was closer to coming, they got faster and harder. He said he was about to cum and thrusted deeply and slowly. I almost came. Damn.

I wasn't sure what the post-sex etiquette was, so I lay on my side on the couch facing the street to give him some privacy. Instead he lay next to me without removing the condom and we just cuddled for a while. He showed me his copious creamy load. I had fantasized about him coming inside me and me feeling it drip out, or him coming in my mouth while I felt his throbbing cock in my mouth, or watching him blast his load on my tits and stomach.

Got dressed, headed out. He walked me home and gave me a sweet kiss in front of a group of school girls.

Heavy Petting

2005-12-26T21:01:00.000-05:00

As expected, most bars in SoHo on Christmas were closed. He pointed out a Japanese sticker bomber who went by BNE. I didn’t know what the Kanji was, so I snapped a picture. The few ones that were open were packed. When we stepped onto a deserted cobblestone street, a pack of rats scattered about. We discussed the NY real estate, rising values of East Village, a mugging incident that spared him of his size 13 sneakers, lack of baby pigeons and more. I told him that a lot of random people talk to me on flights, and he said, “You probably think that I’m very outgoing, but I hate small talk with strangers. I’d rather talk with people who interest me.” He was one of the most interesting people I’ve met. I’m really bad with compliments.

We went to the office building, a little after 1 am. The few minutes I had to wait for the security to let us in the building were quite frustrating. When he finally showed up, he mumbled that he heard us on the first buzz. Michael lead me to the stairs, but then changed his mind to take the elevator. He explained that he usually takes the stairs because he didn’t want to hold up the elevator.

He turned on the lights of the conference room to reveal the Dreams of Brooklyn. I guessed that he didn’t use a tripod, as the picture had a slight slant. After showing me the offices of his partners, Michael showed me the photograph of the coast of Normandy. I asked if the right side was seaside, given the branches of the trees were all facing to the left. After affirming my guess, he said no one else thought to ask the question.

He opened the door to his office and turned on his computer. On a wall was Galactic Birth,. I told him I really liked that one, and he asked why. The thing I noticed about him is that he really listens to what I say and digs into it. There was something very lively about it, like something intelligent was being cooked up. He let out his low, amused laugh. He turned on the neonsign work. I told him I wanted a tattoo on my back of something like the work, but that mum would kill me – we go to the spa and baths together.

The vending machine was out of order (it didn’t chill, but nonetheless still dispensed sodas). Three reds were on the Allessi-like wine rack made out of red plastic. Yellow Tail, Beringer (possibly a rose), and Robert Mondavi. I let him pick among the Robert Mondavi and the Beringer. While he poured the wine I offered to bring some water. I sat on the couch and he sat about a foot away to my right. I found a talking ND doll and asked if it was a gift. He replied that as much as he wanted to say that it was, he bought it himself. He got up to show me his Halloween costume, complete with very bad glasses from fifth grade. He did a perfect impression on ND. I might have been on my knees while viewing his pictures from the monitor.

He showed me his new Nikes with pink soles. “You have big feet.” “You know what they say about men with big feet?” I just had to use the line from Knotting Hill – “Big shoes?” Given his taste in movies, he probably never saw the movie.

After pouring us some more wine, he said that this place wasn’t just an office to him and that he watched movies and played poker online or in the conference room with his partners. Apparently he’s quite a good poker player. I was sitting with my legs crossed away from him. He inched closer, put his hands on my right knee, spread my legs, and put my leg on top of his. He started to caress the inside of my thighs.

He suggested that we do something after I finished my wine, and I took my time. When he exaggeratedly peered into my near-empty cup, I jumped up and said that I had to use the women’s room. Because he didn’t know the code to the women’s room, I had to use the men’s room. He stayed outside. I heard voices outside, and he stopped the security guard from using the room while I was inside. He probably thought something odd was going on, but I tried to appear as serious as possible – after applying some lip balm.

When we returned to his office, we plopped down on the couch. Michael turned off the lights and locked the door from behind and smiled. The sound of the door locking echoed loudly. He complimented my hair and added that he liked long hair. He asked if he could smell it, and I gave him a puzzled look. He touched the hair near my ear and took a whiff in it. I giggled. The second time he inhaled deeper. On the couch, Michael leaned in and started to deeply kiss me. Everything felt so comfortable.

I was lying on the couch and he climbed on top of me, nuzzling on my neck and chest. He slowly pushed up my sweater and camisole and started to lick my erect nipples. “Baby, do you like that?” He commented “cute belt” while unbuckling it. In a swift move, he took the Sevens off of me and tossed my jeans on the floor. He got up and took off his black t-shirt and wiggled out of his gray Sevens as well. Meanwhile I kept my legs together. He grabbed my knee and slowly spread them apart. He told me to leave my shoes and glasses on. I felt his finger on my clit and then a shy finger inside me. I was wearing a pink boyshort with black polka dots and black lace. He pushed them further aside and started to lick me everywhere. He touched my lips with the finger that was wet with my juices and I sucked it off. When he paused for a second I looked up and told him “I want to suck you.” He sat down on his chair. I could see his erection under his camo-print underwear (it was gorgeous). I assumed I would see him in boxers, but this provided much better access. After licking and kissing his shaft briefly, I grabbed his ass and started to suck the head of his cock and swirled my tongue on the ridge where the head meets the shaft. He showed me how to move my grip up and down. I asked him if I was hurting him, and he said not a bit. It felt exactly as I imagined. “Suck my balls,” he said. While he was stroking himself I licked his butthole. I often looked up to see if he was enjoying it.

Michael got up and lied down on the couch. He wanted to try 69ing, but I was a bit hesitant. With some encouragement I backed my pussy into his face while sucking on his cock. “You’re so wet.” Thankfully we didn’t stay in that position for long. I couldn’t really feel him because I was concentrating on something else.

I got on all fours. He asked me to stick my butt up while he pressed down on my shoulders. He started to dry-hump me from behind. I breathed heavily and started to moan. Called his name once. At first we were out of synch but I managed to thrust against him. He slid in his cock in my pussy but I told him it hurt a bit, and he stopped. A second later he came on my back. I didn’t know it until he announced it and reached for a tissue to wipe his cum off my back. I told him “I want to taste you” and dropped to my knees. He was thoughtful enough to lay my jeans on the floor for me. There wasn’t much cum on his semi-erect cock, which I took into my mouth nearly all the way in. It suddenly grew hard in my mouth and I loved it. “Do you feel it?” he asked.

When I let him go he lay down on the couch and motioned me to cuddle with him. I hoped he was up for another round, but he said that it takes him around an hour to get going again. I caressed his chest. “Wasn’t this better than your no-touching rule?” He had to go to the restroom and learned that it was nearly 4 am. When he returned, I started to get dressed, and Michael said that “You think you only have great tits, but you have a great ass too.” He started to clean up his desk and I snapped two pictures of him posing pensively.

I left first and waited for him to clean up the office. I wondered what he did with the condom, whether he left it in the trash bin for the cleaning person to see or whether he wrapped it in a piece of paper first. Outside the building I lit up a cigarette. He encouraged me. We didn’t talk that much on our way back and I just waved him good bye. Later I saw a tinge of blood and a bruise on my right knee.

Need to stay more hydrated. Need to communicate a bit more, replies and directions. I must have been really into it, because I don’t remember the music that was on.

I've been a really good girl

2005-12-25T15:47:00.000-05:00