That first stripper marked me

How to forget that spring of 1999. The world was about to change the millennium, and changes were taking place everywhere. My life was no exception, I came of age.

My friends, as it could not be otherwise took me to a strip club. In that place, with a seductive darkness, neon lights and smell of women's perfume was her. Brunette, voluptuous, with the best operated tits I've ever enjoyed.

His dance on stage left no one indifferent: he contoured and knew how to seduce himself in the distance. As soon as her performance was over, my friends took her to the table and told her that she was of legal age that night. He behaved great, joked, laughed and captivated us.

It's time to move into the lounge. He started dancing, he stripped completely, he carried his wet pussy to my mouth. I noticed he pulled something out of a bag on his wrist. He took a little pill and introduced it to his pussy. He asked me to take it out with my tongue.

It was an ecstasy pill, which we shared in an endless kiss until our saliva dissolved it. It tasted awful, but I'm taking it to heaven. I don't know how many dances were followed by my friend, the son of a rich man.

It was the beginning of a dream night, but most importantly: a long friendship with Silvana and a fondofer for strip club.