Some nights you just need to feel filthy

I like to think that I'm a classy guy. But at some points in the male sexual horniness cycle a man just wants to feel vile and filthy. For those nights, and when geography allows it, I like to go to Sinsations in Jacksonville. This place is not a high class club. It's a filthy pussy mill, where strung out addicts take their clothes off for 5 dollars and flex their gashes on a stage in front of horny men. If you like cigarette smoke, bottled water, and overly tattoed, malnourished, but still mildly attractive women grinding their bare pussies into your crotch until you come, then this is your place.

I always put a condom on before I go here, just so I don't leave a silver dollar in my pants. The girl I chose this night, seemed a little erratic, she was probably 5'5", blond, and seemed to be itching for a private dance. When I finally allowed her to lead me through the dark, long hallway to the back room where dances occur, I wasn't disappointed. She straddled me and dry humped me until I came. I left feeling disgusted with myself, but with a smile on my face.