Paying Attention to the Wood

I have a confession to make. When I'm in a Strip Club, back on the couches in private, with the music playing, and a gorgeous sexy Dancer on my lap dancing all for me, I get:

an erection.

The Wood makes an appearance. In a big way.

OK. That's not much of a secret. How could it not happen. Maybe not in the 1st minute. But quickly. And if it's more than one song we're together for - it's there for the duration.

Does the dancer know this? Of course she does. The difference is that some acknowledge it and some don't. Some dancers in some clubs go out of their way to avoid contact with the member at all costs. Some flirt with it. Little glancing blows. Almost an oops. The rare few make it their friend. They reach for it and locate it. They make contact directly on my lap - a dry hump with one of us naked and the other not. They'll find a way to keep contact as they change positions and dance for me. They let me know that they know it's there.

My favorite form of attention to the Wood is this: Dancer moves off my lap and away from me to dance. She comes back to me on her knees between my spread legs with her head down. She may rub her breasts around my lap as she looks me in the eye. Sexy! And then she lowers her head, shielding my lap with her hair, and (hidden from view) she finds my cock through my slacks and blows. Hot breath through the fabric. She may even hum or purr. Vibration and heat. Awesome!

Several girls I've encountered over the years have been good at this move. My first experience with it was in a club outside of Seattle more than 10 years ago. There was a tall beautiful girl who was a dead ringer for Darryl Hannah. I still remember her stage name. She sat in a chair all night up against a wall in a zone until it was her time on stage or during a lapdance. And when she danced for me she did that. Her long blonde hair covered my lap. And she grazed her lips over my jeans up my thigh. And she stopped very deliberately and "clamped" over my unit and blew! Delicious hot warm wet breath. And she kept going for an eternity. Well, at least for the rest of the song. And my head was swimming. And I had never felt anything like it. And then the song was over and she moved back to her chair and her glazed stare.

So, Dancers: here's to the Wood and your skill at bringing it to life. Pay attention to it. Because when the blood's all there we have little left in our brain, and our decision making ability is addled, and the reaction to the question "Would you like another dance" is more likely to be yes!

Tribute: And one of my lovely, hot, regular Dancers did this for me this week. Her long beautiful long hair covering me. Her hot breath enveloping me. Wow! It's seared into my memory.

And we had a totally sexy two song dance. I was totally aroused and feeling the almost-makout. It was intense and urgent for me. And I loved the feel of her skin and the firmness of her ass, and the feel of her stomach and breasts on my face. And her cheek against my cheek. Thank you baby.

(P.S. I always wonder as we leave the VIP area if the door guard girl notices the hard-on I'm sporting in my Dockers? It's pretty obvious. She's probably seen it all. Is she amused or bored?)



posted by DanceFan at 1/18/2004 03:03:30 AM

My Valentine - we still got it!

I took a much needed half day off work. We packed the mini-hellcats off to grandma's for 24 hours. Privacy! Doesn't happen often.

The Mrs. and I were unhurried. A nice leisurely shopping trip to Pier 1 Imports - she loves that place. Bonus points for that one. A nice dinner in an upscale new steakhouse. My first martini ever - wasted for an hour, then back. And then home to an unfamiliar quiteness. New lingerie beckons me to our bedroom.

And then togetherness. 2 hours of sensuous lovemaking that only 2 people who know each others bodies can achieve. Barry White watching over us on the CD. Patience and tenderness as our map. A full hour of the special technique - missionary position, only the slightest penetration with just the head of my cock. Very slow, then back out. Reinsertion every time. Grazing against her clit each insertion. Verrrry slow, the ultimate teasing. Her trying to pull me in - me denying it. One whole hour until she's incoherent melted butter. Then a buildup to urgent thrusting. Wow. 2 full hours. I doubt many of those kids at campus could've matched us.

Morning wood gets her attention and we're back at it for another hour as we wake up. Vigorous, physical. Fun.

We broke for lunch out with my family. My dad tells me that I'm looking "remarkably rested"!

Then back home for another hour long session.

No doubt about it. The Mrs. is a happy, purring, woman when she's well fucked!

Doctor DanceFan is In

So DanceFan readers, let's make this interactive. Has this weblog raised any questions that I can answer for you from a strip club patron, and lover of lovely dancers, perspective?

I'll start us out for practice. Here's a question that comes up occsionally in a club and that I've been thinking about during my New Year's resolution life-examing week:

Is it cheating for a married man to go to a club alone and get lapdances?

It's a good question .

I heard a radio psychologist (No, not Dr. Laura) discussing it one day. Her take was: single men - go for it all you like. Married men - it's definitely cheating.

Some dancers ask me if I'm married, some don't. Most who ask will immediately rationalize it for me: "it's not like this is cheating. It's safe. It's only a lapdance." After all, I'm not dating any of these women and there is no relationship outside of the fantasy world of the club. And there's certainly no fucking.

So where does the right answer fall?

My answer: I am, married that is. And it is, cheating that is.

I have no illusions about that. It's spending time and treasure and emotional energy outside of my family. It's cheating.

But I can live with it. It's part of me and I've made peace with it. I keep it contained, in a box. And I live my life. I love my wife. I'm a good father for my boys. And I go to the club. Complex, but real.

Readers, what say you?

Fine as Frog's Hair

I don't know why but as I was clicking thru my mental memories of dancers I landed on a remote memory of an anonymous dancer. One of the few that I don't even remember her stage name.

I was in the Southeast for a convention and I stopped in an upscale club I found in the yellow pages. I remember this club had "stripper dollars" that you bought at the door and paid he dancers with. I bought some, found a seat at the tiprail, and had a beer. And I started enjoying the show and observing the club.

Near me in the club was a couple - an older man, fiftyish, and a really young girl. Maybe 19. Both all dressed up and enjoying themselves. Spending a lot of money. Into the scene. I don't know why, but for some reason the thought entered my mind that the girl was an Escort. Paid to be with him in the club. I had never thought of that before. It just was what it looked like to me. Interesting.

Somewhere in the night a beautiful young Dancer stopped in front of me. "Would you like a dance?" Absolutely. She was fashion model gorgeous. Tall, tan, long blonde hair. So we danced. More like a table dance than a lapdance. Very little contact. She just stripped and danced for me. It was a signature dance, all the ladies out on the floor at the same time all around me. Naked flesh everywhere. But Dancer was for me. And she was good, and beautiful, and it was pleasant.

And in the special lighting of that club, black light almost, I saw it. Hair. The finest blonde hair I've ever seen. All over her body. Not just arms and legs. Covering her back, on the back of her thighs, on her ass cheeks. Just the thinnest finest hair imaginable, standing out sharply against her deep tan. And it was very exotic and deeply sexy. Electrifying. I can't even describe it adequately. It was like a whole different creature was standing before me in that special light. It would have been invisible in the daylight or in a regular room. And I spent several "stripper dollars" to keep seeing it. Hot! Thank you, baby.

And as she danced for me I had an added visual treat. The couple, dancing also. Older man seated against the wall in a booth. Escort layed out across his lap, facing out, with her dressed hiked up and her panties pointed at me. And her Dancer dancing for them both, but very sensually between Escort's legs, working it. And Escort was in the Headspace, eyes rolled back, totally into getting the treatment. And Dancer was all over her. Rubbing her breasts, stroking her thighs, head in her lap. Wow. What a sight. An "Escort sandwich". I'd say the gentleman got his money's worth.

Are There Strippers in the Looking Glass?

What will the new year bring my way, Stripper-wise? Hard to tell. 2 factors that I know of that will affect it are:

1. My New Year's Resolutions include a resolution to cut back on my strip club visits this year. Whoa boy, throttle back. As I said in my last post, 2003 was a bit over-the-top.

2. On the other hand, I found out in the last weeks of 2003 that my job role will be changing in 2004 and I'll be back travelling nationwide for most of the year. That could mean new clubs in new cities with new lovely young dancers!

Will these be in conflict? We'll see. Maybe I only go to a club every so often, and only out of town.

I do know 2 other things:

- I miss the girls already. The beautiful sight of them. The delicious smell of them. The erotic feel of them. I'm longing for them already.

- I haven't hardly begun dipping into the memory pool to pay tribute to these special young ladies. So here we go for the new year.

Tribute: "No one can have just one!"
Dancer took my breath away as she moved across the club. Literally.

It was my first time in this popular upscale club and I didn't really know what to expect. I'd known of this club forever, but intentionally stayed away. Too close to home. Too much chance of running into people I knew. Hard to explain why you're there when you're by yourself. I mean it's obvious. But it's harder to explain than if I was there with a birthday party or something. I just prefer to go out of town. But temptation got the best of my that night and I just had to know what that club was like. So, I paid the cover and worked my way in to find an out of the way table to observe the club and learn the culture.

Wow, it was a jumping club Friday night at midnight. Parties, loud DJ's, high rollers, beer, several stages. A lot to soak in. And girls, girls, girls. Everywhere. Semi-naked. Gorgeous. Top of the line strippers. Really just 1st class talent. And lots of them. More beauty than my eyes could take in. And then a signature sample song and suddenly there's 30 dancers coming from out of the woodwork. Wow.

I look around and I see:

- Fully nude stage shows with awesome ladies getting up close and personal at the tiprail.
- Couch dances in full swing, with one particular high roller getting a double dance from amazon blonde twin sisters.
- Couples and college kids hanging around the main stage, with the girls ocassionally getting brave enough ( or drunk enough to go tip).

And then there's Dancer moving across the club. Striking in a red jumpsuit with strategically placed cutouts. Beautiful face framed with bobbed brown hair and flawless makeup. And I make my choice, catch her attention, and we're off to the couches.

For some reason I decide to pay in advance and I get a twenty out of my wallet as we're sitting down. She laughs. "No one gets just one dance". Such confidence. And then the song starts and the jumpsuit disappears. Oh wow. And on my lap is the tightest, tan, erection popping 19 year old body in existence. On that night at least. And I know instantly that more than one $20 are leaving my wallet.

And Dancer was skilled for her 19 years. And graceful. And sexy as they come. And I loved her touch and her feel as she danced across and on me and nuzzled that silky hair against my cheek. Awe inspiring and worth it. A memory locked in. Thank you, baby.

And she was off to many waiting admirers

And I've never been back.

posted by DanceFan at 1/8/2004 01:10:03 AM C