After that, I decided that I needed to know a little more about my government. I started to listen to the blurbs between the songs and grumbled less about the interruptions. When it cam time, I put my vote in for Clinton. This isn’t political activism. It’s just citizenship. Exercising something that Americans fought for during our first war. We wanted the right to self-determination and we got it.

Some would say that Americans get what they deserve. Once the votes are tallied we live with a leader for several years. Under that leader’s guidance our country prospers or flounders. We can see employment and stocks rise and fall just because of a personality that was put in office. Foreign allies will either warm or cool towards American influences abroad. So much hinges on the decision that Americans make once every four years.

On the eve of another election, America is in distress. We have banks closing, lenders and borrowers defaulting. Our soldiers are still occupying a foreign country with little or no hope of returning. Our allies shake their heads. We lost focus on what was morally and ethically just and sought out to validate lies and feed greed. This is the result of a decision we as Americans made four years ago.

There isn’t a crystal ball that says that the choice we make this November will improve any of the problems Americans face today. Right now there is just too much saber rattling and rhetoric to make a decision on issues. Our politicians spend their time slinging barbs at each other and trying to return the volley before their opponent’s lands. They each have their plan for improving life after the election, but neither can say for certain if their way will work.

Americans are left to their intelligence and intuition. A decision on one day determines the course the country will take for the next four years. It’s a frightening proposition. A lot of faith is put into one person, one vote. There is a lot of fear, uncertainty, and doubt floating around during election season. It easy to sway a vote away from one choice. It is also easy for Americans to place their vote on a person that promises to make it all better as long as the people are willing to give up their right to future decisions.

It’s strange to me to think that we have had only four presidents in the last 28 years: Ronald Reagan, GH Bush, Bill Clinton, and GW Bush. It is the first time in US history that Americans have seen a dynasty rise to power. If it wasn’t for the ability to vote the Bush dynasty might have had continuous power. During this election season, we saw the rise of another dynasty – the Clintons. However, Hillary Clinton’s rise was voted down. It remains to be seen if that was a good decision or not.

Our decision next month is most important. On one side, we have John McCain and Sarah Palin. The other side is Barack Obama and Joe Biden. Both sets of candidates represent the ideas, ethics, and morals of Americans. It remains to be seen which candidates have the majority. McCain/Palin represent those people who want to see change in the Republican party, national and economic security, and fundamental morality. Obama/Biden supporters want to see change in national politics in general, national and economic security, and fundamental ethics. In either case, it is an opportunity to break from the political dynasties.

To be quite honest, I have no confidence in McCain/Palin. McCain isn’t nearly the maverick that he sells himself as. His voting history has proven that. Also a majority of his staff are Carl Rove associates which means that this will be another Rove presidency. Palin was brought on to pander to the Christian conservatives and add some earthy foundation to McCain’s campaign. All of her talk about middle-America, main street, soccer moms and joe six-packs is selling somewhere, but it feels like a lot of patronizing to me. When it comes to real experience, McCain has a long legislative history that has touched all areas of American affairs foreign and domestic. Palin simple can’t bring that much experience to the table. She has never been involved in foreign trade negotiations and her state sees a lot of federal exceptions that most Americans will never know. Her recent debates and interviews hinged on repeating the policies of her running mate instead of showing us what she might bring to the vice-presidency.

Similarly, an Obama/Biden presidency seems a strange match. Biden and Obama have been known to be on opposite sides of policy debates. Obama is a junior politician with a great deal of ambition and enthusiasm. This speaks to the young voters clearly. They should turn out in record numbers. Obama’s youth is tempered by Biden. This is important. Biden’s age lends the appearance of experience to the ticket. Both are knowledgeable about foreign and domestic policy. Both also have clear ideas what the presidency and vice-presidency mean to them.

In the end, America will make another choice. It’s an unusual thing in this world. Most political systems don’t function like America’s. Japanese can elect a new Prime Minister at any time. There isn’t a standing term for the Japanese Prime Minister. The English Parliament and House of Lords is an amalgam of Democracy and Feudalism. The American Democracy is a special privilege in the world. It shouldn’t be overlooked by any American.

But it can’t be that way. All first dates are going to be awkward train wrecks. The first dates are loaded with a myriad of questions like where’s your family from, what do you do for a living, what are your passions, &tc. Then there are the unasked questions: what do you look like naked, are you a good kisser, and do you know how to give a decent massage? It’s the tension between cerebral and animal interests that make the first date such a rough ride. If we could get a bunch of that out of the way, then those first dates might go much easier.

I’m not proposing that people should just strip naked and bump uglies on the first date. Not at all. If two people are serious about finding the right match, then they should have all of the information and take their time. What needs to happen is for people to get out of their own ways and past the discomforts of first dates. Here’s a good first date analogy: First dates are like slowly pulling off Band-Aids®. We all know that things go smoother when you get the painful bit out of the way fast. My idea is pretty simple: couples bath. I know it sounds stupid, but keep reading. I think I can show that this could be a good idea.

Here’s the scenario: A couple meet for their first date at a bath club. Couples have private rooms. There are no separate dressing spaces. Couples undress each other. The bath is very warm. The lights are low. Maybe a candle or two. After undressing, the couple slip into the tub. The couple will spend the bath soaping and scrubbing each other. Questions about how the other looks naked are already answered. As a matter of fact, the idea at this point is to be the best bathing buddy possible. Make sure the back is fully washed. Hit the nooks and crannies.

While trying to distract themselves from their situation, the couple engages in meaningful conversation. Those usual first date questions still have their place. As a matter of fact they are probably more important now. In a bath tub you really come to know a person. So long as the intention is familiarity rather than humping, the bath date can be very productive.

Here’s what can be learned on a bath date:

• Family history
• Employment
• Passions
• Hand/eye coordination
• Attention to detail
• What’s under the clothes
• How well one knows how to navigate human anatomy

Sure, this plan has holes. Huge holes. It requires people to give up their prurient notions about naked bodies and shame. Another notion that needs to be dropped is that a man and a woman naked equals sex. This is especially important for men. We are told most of our lives to keep it in our pants. A first date in a bath tub definitely means that it’s not in our pants anymore. If we remember that then the rewards will be substantial.

And here is the site: Book 22I am impressed that the Book 22 website caters to a generally stifled population. Most of the sex aids found on the site are run of the mill and can be found in any decent toy store. The site owners refrain from preachy texts and renaming the toys with christian themes. Imagine stumbling upon the Buddy Christ vibrator or the Passion bondage kit with spankers. There were two items that tickled me: Divine Storage Box and Divine Satchel. Is the “divine” reference to God or the state of “Oh God! Oh God!”?Well this site begs the questions “How many other sex websites cater to the faithful?” Time to whip out Google. My Search terms were “Christian Sex Toys”.

• http://www.mybelovedsgarden.net/
• http://www.whollylove.co.uk/

Here are a few books

• http://www.christiansextips.com/
• http://www.christian-sex.net/husband/index.html

… And finally, a website that caters to what’s new in Christian sex news.

• http://www.jesus21.com/index.php?s=default

–Update–

Sorry about not reply or approving the above (below?) comments sooner. My spam filter ate many of these comments.

To expand on the ideas hinted about in the post, my main point is that there is an inherent irony in offering sex toys directly to Christians. Sex toys are the epitome of secular objects. By using sex toys, Christians are turning from the sacred as it is defined in the Bible.

One, sex toys are most often used by individuals to masturbate. Yes, couples do include sex toys during coitus or as foreplay. But most often a sex toy is an object of personal pleasure. This intense individual time focuses on that person’s own pleasure. It isn’t for the glorification of God. Masturbation is for the glorification of the human and the release of tension and desire. It is an experience that can be (and is for many) secular and spiritual.

To cushion the secular impact of sex toys on Christian sacred life, most ad copy on the sites and books listed above are directed towards Christian couples. In particular, married couples. In other words, sex toys are acceptable so longs as they are used by married people and are used in each others company. This enables the use of toys for sexual pleasure to be accepted within the sacrament of marriage.

To be clear, I support the use of toys in any relationship. Wether you are a devoutly religious person or not, connecting with the human in you and next to you is a profound spiritual experience. The reasons for sex (procreation, pleasure, etc) are rooted in a desire to connect. We want to connect with another being. We want to connect to something inside ourselves. We long to connect. Sex toys are another tool to meet that end.

Christianity, in particular, wants humans to connect with God. However, we are supposed to do this through the proscribed channels ;&em church, prayer, and denial of the physical. This is complicated by the gift from God. He gave humanity bodies that feel pleasure when stimulated through the senses. That’s one hell of a contradiction. Why give humanity something that potentially distracts humans from the spiritual?

The only answer is that Christianity has gotten the message wrong somewhere. Here’s a big for instance. What is the real message of the Expulsion? Is it that disobeying God has doomed humanity to a life outside of his grace? Or is it the understanding the difference between good and evil leads to shame? Keep in mind that Adam and Eve had only two rules: Do not eat from the Tree of Knowledge and be fruitful and multiply. Prior to the apple incident, Adam and Eve frolicked in the garden naked as jay birds without a care in the world. They were happily doing things that for whatever reason now were wrong.

The Christian Boudoir questions the assumptions the Bible makes about the intentions of God. Some take the word as sacrosanct. Others with critical minds ask “If this is so wrong, why does it feel so good? And if it isn’t wrong, how can I make it fit into my faith and religion?”

Even America, the country where church and state are supposed to be separate, has become a Christian aligned country. I say “has become” because it has not always been so. There was a time in US history, that the separation of church and state was a personal as well as a political matter. The seed planted by the first Puritan English ex-patriots was to seek faith in the manner fitting the individual. This is the germ of the First Amendment. The Constitutional Framers saw this as an important step towards a greater freedom, but knew that a government aligned to a faith would ultimately be tempted to align all subjects of that government to that faith. Thus, we have a separation of church and state.

America has recently shown it’s deepest fissures. The last couple of decades has revealed the blooming of conservative Christianity and it’s impact on our government. We have politicians invoking God from the podium like it was a pulpit. The rhetoric thrown around has not only galvanized a large portion of the world against Americans, it has also put wedges between Americans. Keith Ellison (D-MN) recently took his oath of office. People criticized him because he swore to uphold the duties of his office on the Quran. As a friend put it, “An oath sworn on anything other than the source of your beliefs is hollow to say the least.” Ellison should be commended for exercising his First Amendment freedoms. But I wonder if we are asking our officials to swear their oaths on the wrong documents?

We agree to disagree. Our democracy affords us that right. The Constitution protects that right. Is it not our politicians obligations to the people to see that those rights are preserved? If this were a perfect world, then this is true. But the truth is that each person jockeys to place their beliefs before others. It’s human nature. But US government is about being greater than on our natures and our faith. It’s about citizenship. The form of our citizenship is outlined in the Bill of Rights.

The binding identity of America lives in our Constitution. Each person can have their own faith, but the ability to explore that faith is guaranteed by the US Constitution. If the Constitution holds such great power, should we not elevate its status in daily life? Would it not be better to ask our leaders to swear their oaths not on the documents of their faith, but on the document that protects their right to that faith?

The American religion is not Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Judaism, or any other theology. The American religion is Democracy. Our altar is a voting booth. We should strive in earnest to include all those who want to practice freely their private faiths and their civic voices. One thing that irritates those countries whose politics is rooted in it’s faith is that America gets along fine without needing to involve God in every decision. Now to see if we can get our politicians to understand this. If that can be done, then we will have the society envisioned by the Framers.

This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex. The original is in a room in Palaiseau. It has been sent around the world nine times.Now sex has been sent to you. The “Hot Sex Fairy” will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on.If you don’t then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off.This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need sex (who doesn’t?). Don’t send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price. Do not keep this message. This message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours.Please send ten copies and see what happens in four days. Since the copy must tour the world, you must send it. This is true, even if you are not superstitious.GOOD SEX, but please remember: 10 copies of this message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours or you will not have good sex again for the rest of your life!!!!   

Well, I had to research this one out. After all, sex is my favorite subject and I hate to see any misinformation circulated about it. The following is all ten points that preceded the above quote.

1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smooth. 

It is true that women release estrogen during sex. The hormone causes the vaginal walls to separate and secrete lubricant. The cells in the walls also lengthen in preparation for intercourse. However, estrogen is generally present at all times in a woman’s system. But the amount of estrogen in the system has also been linked to a woman’s apparent appeal. Researchers found that women with greater amounts of estrogen are found more attractive by viewers. Don’t let this make you think that those pulp Aphrodites in the magazines are just estrogen machines. Researchers also found that makeup can disguise or enhance the cues produced by estrogen. Further testing showed that women with balanced facial proportions and an apparent healthfulness were seen as more attractive.

• The New Scientist
• Health – Daily News Central

2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.

Any activity that causes perspiration will be beneficial. Not only does the high saline content of perspiration cleanse pores, but sweating leaches out of the body toxins collected in the fatty cells below the dermis. Sex just happens to be one of the more pleasant ways to get sweaty. Sex in a sauna could be just the right medicine for what ails.

3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner. 

Okay folks, this one needs to be nipped in the bud. First, any activity burns calories. Second, sex does not burn nearly as many calories as you might think. Two separate calorie calculators gave nearly the same result. I plugged in my 190lbs. and average 20 minute duration and only burned between 23 and 39 calories. When I changed the parameter from moderate sexual activity to vigorous, I maxed out at 45 calories burned. A brisk walk for the same period of time netted me four times the calories burned. Will this cause me to exclude sex from my exercise plan? Hell no!

• Healthy Weight Forum
• Fit Watch
• For Some laughs see:
• Calorie Lab
• Funny-Games
• Calories Burned During Sex

4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It’s more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don’t need special sneakers!

Well, I am not going to argue this one. I’ll just say that to tone and stretch muscles, the sex needs to be sustained for longer than a few minutes and more varied than the missionary position guys. Have some fun. Get a couple of Bendy toys and experiment. Planning is important when attempting new silk sheet acrobatics. Also stretching is a must. A leg cramp is a real mood killer.

5. Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being.   

This line should not be misconstrued as a prescription for all depression. The commonsense approach is that if most aspects of your life are in order and going well, but you have the blues one day, then sex can be a good pick-me-up. However, if your perception of life is generally bleak and that feeling persists from day to day, then don’t count on sex changing your perceptions. Depression can be a serious problem and should be diagnosed by professionals. Endorphins do create a sense of well-being, but so do many narcotics. As a matter of fact opioids like heroine act on the same receptor cells as endorphins and have an analgesic affect on our system. Tie the euphoric feelings of endorphins in a system to depression and you have a cocktail for addiction.

• Endorphins: Free Smack! by Jasmine Sailing
• Go Ask Alice
• Endorphin Addiction

6. The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!

I haven’t been able to confirm this one. While it is widely agreed that pheromones will increase a person’s sexual attractiveness. There is no research that indicates that more pheromones are released because of sex. Personally, I think if you are getting laid regularly, it will show in your demeanor. Subtle languages tell potential partners that others found you worthy so you are worth their risk, too. A married friend claims that he gets hit on more now than when he was single.

7. Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.  

Duh. Any guy that has rolled over after sex can tell you this one. Both men a women release a large amount of dopamine into their bodies during sex. This heightens the pleasure response. Prolactin, a hormone also found in men and women, is released to break down the dopamine. The reason that men crash is that our physiology is trying to break down the prolactin. Women secrete prolactin to signal lactation to the mammary glands. Women are biologically capable of dealing with this hormone. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.

8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.   

“Kiss me. I am trying to rinse out the piece of beef stuck between my molars.” Dental hygiene is the last thing I want to be thinking about when I am sucking face with a significant other. If I am concerned about this, I’ll excuse myself and have a g
ood rinse.

9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.   

We already know that sex can relieve stress. As stress is the greatest cause of headaches, it only makes sense that sex relieves headaches. On the other hand, the excitation stage causes blood vessels to dilate so as to allow more blood to head for the genitals. A condition called “coital cephalgia” arises when too much blood is in the brain and muscles around the neck and shoulders are constricted. The condition is not an indicator of health problems and occurs in one of 360 headaches. Believe it or not, men suffer from “sex headaches” more often than women. “Not tonight, honey. I might get a sex headache.” Yeah, like any guy would ever say that. Give me two aspirin and we’ll risk it.

• Eronaut

10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.

Okay, this one is pure crappola. There is nothing on the InterWebs to support this line. Moreover, think about it rationally. Who is going to get in the sack with a snot-nosed sneezing machine to test this? Okay, there are a few of you on the fringe. But still, ick!You do enough digging around and you find some pretty interesting things. Many of the above items have some basis in fact. Much like the Legend of Zorro. Also like the legend, more is embellished by the mind than what actually is supported by fact.

Valentine’s Day is a concoction. Everyone knows that. But it’s history goes back further than the middle of the 1800′s. Are you surprised by that number? Try ancient Rome and the Lupercalia (traditionally February 15th). This day of love sung by troubadours romancing the European court ladies has roots older than Christianity. This means that “Singles Awareness Day” (I love that euphemism) is a deep-seeded part of the Western collective unconscious. Worse yet, the Catholics co-opted the Roman celebration and entangled a few obscure footnote saints to insure that it stuck.

The Lupercalia celebrates Lupercus, a goatskin clad fertility deity. Priests would sacrifice and skin a goat, then run through the streets with the bloody skin. Women would rush the skins hoping to be touched by the bloody hide. This was to insure that they would produce children. PETA would have a field day with this version of the holiday.

To tone down the celebrations that were still being followed well into the early Roman Catholic history, the Church pronounced a feast day celebrating St. Valentine and St. George and other men who were only remembered in name. This holiday was declared to occur on, you guessed it, February 14th. This didn’t start until the end of the fifth century AD. What gets muddy is which St. Valentine. There are three on record. None of them have any kind of extensive bios in the Who’s Who of Saints (aka – the Catholic Encyclopedia). Coincidentally, though, all three were martyrs (most saints are martyrs) and their great acts of faith and devotion are all ascribed to 02/14. As of 1969, the Catholic church no longer celebrates St. Valentine’s day. The events of the lives of these saints are apocryphal at best and the Vatican decided it best to only celebrate dates of well-documented saints.

This lapse of historical content didn’t keep the rest of Europe from celebrating the holiday though. In the 19th century, the vatican donated relics of St. Valentine to Dublin, Ireland. Relics are also supposedly in Roquemaure, France and Stephansom, Vienna. In Dublin, a gold casket carrying the relics are transported through town in celebration of the young and those in love. In 1989, Roquemaure created La Fête du Baiser, the kissing festival, occuring the Saturday after Valentine’s Day. Roquemaure history recounts the miraculous healing of grape vines four years after the arrival of St. Valentine’s relics in 1868.All this history is well and good. It even provides solid grounds for this holiday that causes mass hysteria in the addle-brained love lorn. But it doesn’t account for the mass commercialism. That didn’t begin until the 14th century when the era of humanism and courtly love were just beginning to flourish. From that point on, secular, rather than spiritual, love would be the main focus of the holiday. Songs, poetry, art all would focus on the passions of ancient kings and queens and the trysts of the gods. By the 19th century, the English custom of exchanging anonymous cards professing amour would transplant itself to the United States. At which point all hell breaks loose.

The next thing we know we are hip deep in chocolates and moonie-eyed teddy bears. The holiday has become a ridiculous caricature. Another western holiday with lost and muddied roots. Each generation defines it according to the sentiments of the day. With generation-x (my generation), it is attacked by the bitter lonely and covered in gelatinous sucrose by the 99-percenters. And after the superficial research I have done a ‘la Wikipedia.org (see the links below), I have come to my own conclusions.

This holiday, wether celebrated by the spiritual or secular, is about passion. The Saints Valentine died for their beliefs. Women rushing to meet the Lupercunian priests wanted deeply to bare children. The artists and troubadours of the middle-ages wanted to recount the acts of golden and lost ages. For all of them, each age wanted to celebrate passion. This is my vision of the holiday. It is the day that I tell family, friends, and those that share some aspect of my beliefs that I love them and that I want them to continue to live passionately for each other and for themselves. Valentine’s Day is the day that I remind myself what I live for – art and passion.

References:

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day
• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Valentine

Some might reach for their favorite sleep medication. Others may find a project to do until sleep overcomes them again. To each their own, I say. My preference is playing knuckle shuffle. I take advantage of my own gender specific biological tendencies and put myself to sleep with a good old-fashioned climax. It is a wondrous ability that is much maligned by the fair gender. But biologically speaking, it is nearly unavoidable. If that is the case, then why not put it to good use. The question is why do humans, in particular men, tend to crash after orgasm.

The human orgasm is very complex and mediated into several stages. Physiological changes include increased respiration and heart rate, muscular contractions throughout the body, and the release of hormones. It seems that any or all of these things contribute to orgasmic afterglow and waning strength. While the effects of orgasm on the male and female body are similar, it is the male’s rest response that causes concern.

As far as my quick research can tell, male and female physiological changes during sex are the same. Glans swell. The body produces lubricants. Respirations deepens early in coitus, then shallows as orgasm approaches. Pelvic muscles contract in cycles. The nervous system fires throughout the body. Yet a female will recover much faster and be ready to have another orgasm. Males may have to wait anywhere from thirty seconds to a half day to recover from orgasm. This period, called the refractory period, varies according to age and general health. If men do not abide by the refractory period, they will nearly find it impossible to regain a full erection. If a man does maintain an erection, it may be hyper-sensitive to stimulation and may respond with pain.

What contributes to the refractory period is a hormone called prolactin. Prolactin, oddly enough, is found in lactating women and allows the woman’s body to respond to suckling by triggering the body to produce milk. In males non-breastfeeding females, prolactin is released into the blood during periods of heightened stress. It is also seen in higher quantities in men after coitus. The general effects is deeper sense of fatigue. The need for sleep after sex in men may be a reaction to the excess of prolactin in the blood.

Because prolactin is tied to the male refractory period, it is thought that blocking this hormone will shorten the period. Anecdotal observations during clinical studies of dopamine receptor agonist such Dostinex has shown that many male feel a heightened sexual response and shortened refractory period. As yet, the results have not been tested specifically. If this observation proves to be true, then the refractory period can be eliminated. And males can enjoy multiple orgasms with their women.Until scientist come up with a way to deal with the prolactin response in men, I guess I’ll just have to roll over to get some rest and say, “Hey baby, I wish I could, but I need to process this prolactin.”

I met Sky at a friend’s bachelor party. She definitely turned heads. The only girl that trolled the floor in a dress. My friends and I spent at least a hour brushing off dancers. Sky was pointed out to me by one of the guys. The bachelor was hoping to buy a lap dance from her, but was sidetracked by a Pat Benatar look-a-like. Unlike most of the women, Sky waited behind our couch and watched the show. I caught a look from her and I was on my way.She lead me by the hand to another dance floor. It was her turn on the poles. A perfect body was unveiled as she strip away the few layers of clothes she wore. I was enthralled. A woman sitting next to me thought I worked at the club because I had escorted Sky to the floor. We made idle chat about dancing regs, but I couldn’t turn my head from Sky. I know, this is sappy.

Once her song was over, Sky lead me to a dark corner. In a sweet soft voice, she asked me to take off my over-shirt. I sat there in my Stewey–”I’m a dirty, foul, little boy” t-shirt. Sky curled up in my arm and rubbed my chest and flirted with me. Her soft round butt was just a few inches from my hands. I am an ass grabber and it took superhuman will to resist. I didn’t want to bounced.

My past experiences with strip clubs laid down the rules of behavior. Hands to yourself, no inappropriate touching. Sky gave me enough rope to hang myself with. I asked about rules for her club. As long as there isn’t too much touching, the main thing is that the customer is supposed to have fun. Her hips bushed close to my face.Sky put herself close to me. I could smell her skin and hear her sweet sighs cooes, and moans as she ground her hips into mine. I have never had an experience like this with a stripper. I could touch her. I even kissed her a few times. Never on the face, but on the shoulder, the back, the abdomen. She put all this in my reach. My only repayment for all this were a few slips of green paper and a foot massage.

If this hadn’t been so unreal, it would have lead to sex. Sky seemed to take great pleasure in knowing that I was rock hard. My crooked little cock made it difficult for her find an angle for her own pleasure, but she persisted. Eventually, I straightened myself and we continued to grind. I flirted and we rocked on ground. She enjoyed the foot massage and told me that I was sweet.

I enjoyed running my fingers through her long soft hair and brushing her cheek. I didn’t want to leave. At the back of my mind though, the cynic piped up. She does this for money. Her compliments and flirting are to entice me out of more money. Sky is god-awful beautiful, leggy, and sweet voiced, but she also uses these to extract money out of the patrons’ pockets. Ultimately, my love affair with a stripper is monetary and hollow, but it is honest. For a few minutes, she made me feel sexy, charming, and asked nothing for this but a few dollars. No hassles, no hang-ups. No love. Maybe there are few things that I would want and would be willing to trade some hassles and hang-ups for.

Kay arrived in due course. Soaking wet and quite attractive. I took her table upstairs and we chatted while she set it up and I filled out some release and medical history forms. The conversation was informal and friendly. At one point, Kay kneeled to pull some items from her bag. I noticed a waistband of her white thongs peaking out from her skirt. This thought I promptly put out of mind. I signed the form. Kay excused herself from my room while I undressed to my boxer-briefs and crawled under the blankets on her table.

Soon she returned. We chatted some more while she dug her fingers and palms into my muscles. Self-conscious about the layer of fat over many of those muscles, I am sure I tensed needlessly. She pushed my flesh around and asked for my feedback. “Is that to hard?” I groaned occasionally. At times, she would dig too deep and I let her know. Sometimes, the extra push just felt good. I let my natural high pain threshold take me deeper. Kay worked at my back. Due-diligence was given to each muscle. Before she switched her attention to my legs, Kay feathered her fingers over my back. My hair danced as the sensations danced on my spine.

The whole session was an interchange of pain and pleasure. I groaned and moaned when Kay bore down on my. When she went to far, I let her know. When Kay’s fingers danced their light jig, I felt nerve endings reach up to her. Nearly naked and laid out on a table, I was at Kay’s beckon whim. And I was thoroughly comfortable with that. She could apply any depth of pain she wanted and my cry would be too late to stop her. The pain inflicted, I would only have stopped it. I let a stranger into my room, my sanctum-sanctora, and willingly placed myself in her hands. Her part was too provide me with the affect we agreed to at the outset of this session relaxation.I happily paid Kay for her hour of work. The massage left me relaxed and reconnected to my skin. Oddly, it left me energized and looking forward to the rest of the day. I should make another appointment with her soon.

The scenarios are as varied as the women. One night, it is a chance encounter of old friends. Another night it could be one night of passion between familiar lovers. In one variation, I found myself making slow time with her clothing. Button by button, she came undone. What seemed petite blew out of proportion. Still another dream, had me in the tender care of two pairs of youthful hands, I was facing the type of breasts that women my age often sneer at and recall having seen on their frames no to long ago. Oh, how I enjoy these treats of the imagination.

I can feel the soft hands everywhere. Breasts push against my lips, hands or chest. By the time things reach a boil, I am enthralled, erect and unable to lay on any other side but my stomach. The blood rushes, I can feel the moment growing near and then something happens. Something in my mind hears a noise, feels a chill, or notices that a foot is too warm. Whatever the distraction may be, my conscious mind feels annoyingly compelled to address the problem. In a wisp, my pleasure scene evaporates. ARGH! No wonder some mornings I wake up grumpy. Worse than not getting any is almost getting some.

When I was sixteen, seventeen years old, wet dreams came as easily as breathing. I woke up dehydrated and my Dad’s water bill went out the roof. I was at the age when, as Bill Cosby put it, “Boys become interested in doing their own laundry and take a lot of naps.” Those were the heady days that a stiff breeze was all that was needed to start an erection. Nothing stood between me and my raging libido. I would miss meals for sex. I lost sleep for just another turn around the sheets. Exhaustion would relent at the onset of stimulation. Today, I had better have a good nights rest. And when It seems that I am getting that rest and the mind conjures my most libidinal desires, it finds a way to wake me up. Damn that is unfair.