I love teasing him, I don’t know, I’ll kiss down his chest, bite across his navel and move my tongue along the sides of his waist.
I love getting him to the point where even the slightest touch of my hands on the edges of his thighs sends his dick upwards,
I love when my fingers are hovering a few millimeters away and he wants it so bad and he jumps into my touch… I love when I lean down, and breathe on him and tease him lightly with my fingertips and he groans, and his eyes are looking down at me…
I love opening my mouth over him, not touching him with my lips or tongue at all, but just enough so that he knows I’m around him, he knows it and he’s groaning and practically begging me to touch him…
I stare into his eyes, deep and with intent. I don’t want him just ‘hard’, that description of any old erection. No, I want more. Much, much more.
I want his veins to pulsate and engorge with blood, as if it were a ventricle of his very heart. I want heat, thick and visible, to radiate from his organ, as if it were smoldering lava from the depths of Pompeii. And I want his body pale and depleted of redness, as every last bit of blood rushes to fill and overload that singular rod of pleasure.
I want his eyes open, but unseeing. I want his body exposed, but unfeeling. I want his mind conscious, but unthinking. I want ‘him’ to be nothing more than that searing pulsation wrapped so gently around my rosy lips. I want the entirety of his being to exist in, and only in, his organ.
And that, despite clamorous protests of torture, is why I so delicately kiss his tip, and when I finally do and his entire body rises into my touch and his head falls back onto the pillow and this tremendous moan like honey slips from the back of his throat…
That is why I tease, to the brink of insanity. Yeah, I love that. xxx
So I met the weird hot tattoo guy that choked me and wanted me to spit in his mouth at work last week. Finally got what I needed. He was so fucking aggressive I was in awe.. ‘good girl’ ahhhhhhhh thank you. Will defjam be seeing him again as soon as the bite marks and bruises fade.
I'm becoming a cocktail waitress in about a month (I'm 18, going to Uni this August, just want some extra cash in my account) and I just wanted to know how the dancers and waitresses interact. Are you all friendly with each other and advocate one another or snarky and overly-competitive? Thanks lovely! ^_^
I’ve always got on with all the bartenders at my clubs because they’re the ones in charge of getting me drunk hehe :) we help each other get tips etc so like the bartender might egg someone on to have a shot with me which might make me some money which means I then tip them for it at the end of the night or I could encourage my customer to tip more at the bar y’know… I try and get on with everyone anyways because it’s easier and fun then :)
LITERALLY. I was so excited to get back into it three weeks or so ago but now I’m very meh and finding it incredibly difficult to get motivated.
There are a million girls working and some new girls are undercutting the prices and being dirtier which is making it really hard for us other girls to work.
We used to be like a family there and everyone would have fun with each other and the customers alike but now I just find myself on edge and really short with the customers or they are short with me because I’m the fifth girl that’s approached them in the past ten minutes.
PLEASE can I have a good weekend stripper gods :( this isn’t fun at the moment. PLUS my shoes I’ve not worn in 6 months gave me blisters so I’m reluctantly having a night off tomorrow to prepare me for fri and sat. BLAAAAAAA WAHHHH :(
- A guy called me over as soon as I came out on the floor and was looking for my boss to get a drinks token so ended up doing my first few dances stone cold sober which was good but weird.
- An Indian guy about 25 wanted to kiss me and finger me for $20. I told him to get fucked and he protested saying another girl just let him do that (SURE BUDDY).
- A cute guy with heaps of tattoos about came in on him own and I went to chat to him was kind of rude because that’s how I deal with good looking guys, his ego was pretty big too. Anyways turns out I’m getting tattooed at his shop in the next month or so (I was booked in before but was in hospital for a week when the appointment was.. I’ve never missed an appointment and it was really embarrassing but fuck it nothing I could do about that I was poorly!). Gave him a fucking great dance, obviously.
- Guy above wanted me to spit in his mouth and was really rough with me. Might have to go drop off my deposit (and number) this week. I need some.
What I’m really terrified of is leading an average, ordinary life with a regular job and an invariable routine, planned holidays, an average household, fixed responsibilities and not doing anything different to be remembered by.
NIGHTMARES right there.
^^^^^^ Some people are afraid of dying alone in a room full of cats, but the average life is the only thing that ever gives me goosebumps.
this girl I work with told me she had one guy who was pressing realllllly hard for extras… wasn’t taking no for an answer, wasn’t at all shy about it, wasn’t letting her go talk to someone else. so she figures, what the hell? and said, “alright, you wanna get fucked? get a room upstairs for an…