The first time I went to a strip club, I had no idea what was going on. I went with a friend during college (I was about 20) and was shocked--just shocked--that I could actually see beautiful ladies--naked! It's interesting looking back on the transformation over the years that followed. Each new experience wowed me, and I would always be shocked when I discovered something new you could get away with.
First, I was amazed that I could look at breasts. Then, I was amazed that I could talk to the women themselves who were showing me their breasts. After that, I found out that you could actually get private dances where the girls would actually grind on you a little bit and give you attention. Then came touching the breasts/butt, getting a little more naughty, and so on.
I've now come to realize--from reading here and elsewhere--that HJs in the club are seemingly not a big deal at all to many of the girls--to many of them, it's completely routine.
Anyway, not sure this post has a point. I'm up with insomnia and just thinking about the fact that the things that once seemed crazy to us become routine after awhile.


Sounds like the same painful processes rickyboy went through to perfect his timeless "system" on paying street hookers for STDs that he shares with his devoted wife and kids