Tonight my puerile instincts have been catered to.
Earlier this afternoon I came home from some errands and noticed a sign for a Rainbow Party in my high-rise. Two partners were throwing a party with an open invitation.
I mentioned it to Mrs. O, thinking that as we were without child for most of the evening we’d drop by and show some solidarity. She liked the idea but we stuck around the house waiting for the Tzeroling to come home.
After she did and we got her into bed, I got a kitchen pass to drop by the party and display some open-minded heterosexual acceptance. Which I did, and got a warm welcome. Got into a couple conversations, then things got kind of slow. At which point it was announced that “the show was in 6 minutes”.
The other male at the party slipped out without my noticing and, upon asking, I was told that not the least amount of a flying fuck was given if I stayed.
Perhaps you can see where this is going; perhaps you can’t. In either case let me string you along a little bit by saying that the possibility that slowly dawned on me was one that was fought every bit of the way by what remained of my rational consciousness after being treated to weed and strong drink.
But no - it was all to become true.
I was the only male present at a lesbian strip show that included lap-dancing and audience participation.
Even thinking upon it now, I am on the verge of weeping openly. The hedonistic side of me has been sated in a way I never believed happened in the world of mortals.
Yeah, I have baser appetites. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But damn, I just don’t think I could have kept this to myself and Mrs. O.
Sorry, but I gotta echo Falc. But for a different reason, I’m sure. Closest I ever came was a bachelor party with 2 women and a strap on. But audience participation? Damn!!!
Wowee… One day I’ll get to experience something like that (I live in eternal hope…). So far the closest I’ve come is video-ing a photo-porn shoot. But that was only one girl.
Sure, fine, fuck proletarian revolution and all that. Olentzero got some action, who cares. Now he can die happy. Worker’s crushed under an iron heel? Well, at least he got some hot lezbo-action. He’s happy.
Montfort: My wife heartily endorses Swedes as sexual partners. We come with a guarantee of fun. When we’re not moody, that is. Hope you’re enjoying your stay there!
oldscratch, you got a lotta noive coming in here with that attitude after your own “what the hell happened to me?” thread a week or so ago. Least I knew what freakin’ time it was when I woke up this morning
As for photos… this is one of those times when you’re pretty sure trying to preserve the moment for posterity would earn you a one-way ticket out the door via the Hobnail Express.
sigh I must be a total loser. I saw the words “Rainbow Party” and got all excited thinking it was a new incarnation of Jesse Jackson’s Rainbow Coalition… it’s a sad day when you start thinking of politics before hot lezbo action.
What’s wrong with putting sex before politics? I’m running for goddamn Parliament and I spent last Saturday having a threesome with my cute ex and his cute boyfriend instead of going on the hustings.
Just a little ribbing O. I’m just saying, hedonism and all, I still won’t die happy till I see that red flag over washington. Oh yeah, and till Rasa comes to SF.
Rasa, I’d probably be saying “Awwwwwwwwww…” but I think my appreciation for cute, sweet gestures has been completely obliterated by all this lesbian-talk.
Closest I ever came was a bachelor party with 2 women and a strap on. But audience participation? Damn!!!
