The fading art of the touch

I am full of thoughts tonight after a night out yesterday. Out of 10 or 12 dancers, maybe 2 of them had the understanding of how to move their ass in my lap. So many of them plop their whole weight down on my crotch and grind heavy, without any apparent consideration that my nuts are right under my cock.

The best one at lap dancing was able to use her ass cheeks to flip my cock upward even through my pants. Then she lightly stroked it, keeping most of her weight on her legs, not on my nuts.

A few years ago, dancers would also lightly brush me with their knees and calves. But what would almost always sell me on a VIP session was a hand briefly on my crotch. These two things don't seem to happen any more.

One thing that didn't happen last night (thankfully) was anybody rubbing their ass on my belly. I know it's bigger than it should be. But some dancers can avoid it and hit the sweet spot. Others act like it's not their problem, and just rub away on my belly. All that does is remind me I'm fat.