Remembering the Extras During the Dry Sp

newmark
New York
Like most of you, my clubbing activities, which had slowed a bit anyway, came to a full stop when the COVID shut everything down. To start, I did all of my clubbing on the road. No travel means no strange pussy. And I am afraid that my contract consulting work may remain a mostly online thing for quite some time. But even if I could travel, I am afraid of what the pandemic has done to my favorite clubs and dancers.and I really don’t want to get sick or bring it home either. So I am stuck with porn and jerking off to memories of my previous good times.

So lately I have been thinking back to some of the “extras” I have gotten in the past. Let’s face it. That is what we miss. It’s easy enough to see some tits. It’s another thing altogether to get some gorgeous lips wrapped around your cock, or to experience the sensation of finally sliding into that nineteen year-old blonde’s perfect wet pussy for the first time, after throwing money at her fir three nights running.

For purposes of discretion, I’m not going to mention the exact locations or the specific clubs. But if you are really curious, I suppose you could get a pretty good idea from my old reviews. Although, everything on the site is fiction anyway, right?

The first time I got my duck wet in a strip club was in a city not particularly known for extras. But it was in a clip-joint of a club that kind of was. Lots of nice clubs around, which I tried out and enjoyed, back when I first started traveling professionally. But after a few trips, and quite a few club visits, I wanted more. I just really didn’t quite know how to make it happen. But I figured it is easier to catch fish in a stocked pond. So I went to a seedy club where I had heard fun could be had, for a price.

I should also point out that, if I wanted to just pay to fuck, I could do that with an escort, especially in thus city. But I like at least a pretense of the thrill if the chase, even if it is a rigged game.

So I buzzed the door, was invited upstairs to the club, paid my cover, passed security, and got my mandatory drink. There was a stage, featuring a not-so-attractive dancer giving zero effort at dancing. It was obvious the real deal here was behind the beaded curtains covering the cubicles that lined the back wall. I was accosted by several dancers in short succession. They either wanted to sit with me, or just to skip right to the VIP. I ended up settling a fight between two girls who arrived at my table simultaneously. I picked the light-skinned black girl with the mouth-watering tits. We had a drink and got back to the beaded curtains soon enough.

Once we were down to business, she just straight up asked me if I wanted a blowjob. I said yes, we agreed on a price. She put a condom in her mouth and proceeded to roll it down the length if my shaft with those luscious lips. It was my first time with anybody other than my wife, and I was so excited that she did not have to suck it for very long she said something about that place making dreams come true, and I was hooked.

That club seemed a little risky, from a legal and health standpoint.plus, it was expensive. But I did go back a few more times over the next year or two.I fucked another beautiful black girl bent over a table. I had an amazing blowjob, with a prostate message, from a tall white girl with an awesome rack. But my favorite experience was when the waitress came barging in while my duck was buried in this Asian chick. The tails of my dress shirt were covering the action, as the girl sat astride my lap. But I’m sure anybody could have seen that my pants were open and figured out what was happening. The dancer just stopped moving when the waitress came in, and resumed riding me as soon as she left. I just sat there in warm, wet heaven, not knowing what to do. It is a miracle I stayed hard. But in the end, it just added to the intensity.

I had other extras at other clubs in that city, but it was mostly hand jobs, the occasional blowjob, some fingering and pussy eating, a Coulmbian chick flashing me the tastiest looking pussy ever, and the one girl who wanted to make out like we were high-schoolers. And there were lots of titties to be sucked.

This virus sucks.

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Strupviffle
4 years ago
You'll get back to sucking titties before you know it. Keep the faith.

I'm curious, after reading your story, how your mongering has changed the home life with the wife. It's possibly the only minus I have after spending an excellent night out sampling the locals - what does this look like when I go home? The power trip that is extras with amazing, sexy women hasn't quite changed my long term relationship, but I'm cognizant that it is so addicting it might.

I'm (at the moment) all aboard the PL Train heading at full steam to filthy town, but it does make me wonder sometimes where the train is going.
newmark
4 years ago
There are really two parts to my answer. First is that my wife and I are incompatible in terms of what we want from our sex lives. So I doubt me getting what I want this way is going to hurt that part of our relationship that is already broken. I don’t club locally. I don’t even look at porn such that she knows about it. If she did know, she’d be very upset, and that probably would harm the parts of our relationship that work.

And second, as I mentioned,I only club away from home. So in a sense, that gives me the opportunity to just step into that role and completely compartmentalizations that part of my life.
Strupviffle
4 years ago
Clubbing only when I travel is also my modus operandi, which has been a challenge since covid extinguished that particular avenue. Makes me more tempted to invent reasons to club while stuck home, which violates the compartmentalization.

These things make me wonder, but not hard enough to stop packing 100s and condoms when I travel

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