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Posted:Jan 26, 2010 5:51 am
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and I can't sleep, without you next to me I toss and turn like the sea.
the song lyric stuck in my head when I got up this morning
8nA
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Why?
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Posted:Dec 10, 2009 11:17 pm
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Why?
Why do I find myself thinking of you when I lay down to sleep.
Why do I find myself thinking of you when I wake.
Why do I find myself wanting to buy you treats I know you have never had
Why do I quest to make you smile
Why do I quest to feel your fingers intertwined in mine and then feel every nanometre of them as they drag apart from mine when you go?
Why do I quest to see your ocean blue eyes surrounding the reflection of the dancing candlelight from the other side of the dinner table
Why does random touch bring the texture of your skin dancing through my mind
Why does random sights on the side of the road bring back memory of things you said
Why does random sounds on the radio fill my head with your infectuous laughter which just the thought of makes me smile.
Why does the smell of you linger in my hair and on my shirt, why can I smell it no matter how much smoke, gasoline or exhaust do I push through.
Why can I not escape you?
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The day before accepted Glutinany
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Posted:Nov 25, 2009 10:57 am
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Checking to see if there is anything new on the site(shock, not really) watching Trav Chan....Hungry and Honry, the norm in otherwords.
Off we go
8nA
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a slightly deep thought from the strip club
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Posted:Nov 20, 2009 11:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2011 10:31 am
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Normally this a funny post when I write about my Thursday night exploits
But tonight I will blog about something I noticed last night.
Like many thing we must sometimes submerse ourselves in something to see the true meaning.
This of course is my meaning, as we all see things differently so this is merely my observation.
Last night my Crush was not there she did text me however to tell me she wouldn't be there, I liked that.
None the less I figured I would go up enjoy the sites and as always the people watching from the bar was spot on.
with my crush not there my eyes wandered all about...the 2nd hottest one I like was there, the hard to find one, I always tip her she always stops her dance to talk to me(more than other tippers) She always says she will find me..she never does..well once but that was almost the end of the night.
last night I didn't get to tip her by the time I saw her on stage and walked towards her it was just in time for her set to end. This led to a truly beautiful vision, her walking down the stairs of the stage, gracefully...sexily(sp) and butt ass nekkid.
we chatted she told me she would find me as she "had my scent" cute... and I followed her as she went to the back and I went to my bar stool and I noticed something....
Aside from her award winning ass, Its her hair and her eyes that draws me to her..With my crush, she has a truly PERFECT body..but its her bluuuuuue eyes and thought melting smile that I think of when I think of her...Even my former crush the one who flaked on me..she too has a perfect ass(hey I am an ass man what can I say) but it was her deeeeeeeeeeep dark south east Asian tan skin and her perfect eyes that I liked about her most.
My single mom black girl stripper that always wants to do one dance for me and then talk about our for 20 mins...a perfect body...but we mostly talk more than exchange money, with her its her smile I remember, the one she hides when she dances but if you seek out her eyes when she is not expecting it, the smile slips out...and you see her undefended...
My Latina single mom...usually dosn't dance for me, unless its really slow she normally just wants me to rub her back..but again she has those deep dark Latina eyes and a stare that goes with them not to mention she is bi has a crush on another dancer she calls "distinctly straight" which she always follows saying with a sigh, its funny even cute...but its the thing about her..that and the fact she likes to put one leg on my shoulder when I tip her.. and thats a 6 inch heel and it literally goes down both sides of my should like a side of armor when she does it...its those things I remember most about her...not her tats or her bouncy body...
Does this mean I miss the point of the club, not at all, it has become more refined for me...case in point..Mr Happy doesn't like to always get hard for all of them...especially if all we are doing is talking but...
when my Crush tells me she wants to dance for me reaches, down brushes my hair from my ear and bites it...he wakes RIGHT THE FUCK UP.... I feel her teeth her breath her hands as they hold on to me when she does it....but the funny part..when she leaves me to run up on stage or as she does after an hour normally when she goes to make some money he goes right back to "idle", I can't blame her we talk and laugh and I buy her drinks but I normally dont get a dance from her.unless she asks me and I ALWAYS say yes and with that Mr Happy puts his hard hat back on..
same goes for the first crush I had there..the flake, all she had to do was touch my chest with her finger and it was ON...
point is....Beautiful women..whether clothed or naked are really the same..their beautiful but the sight of tits does not make sexual attraction by themselves(each tit deserves respect thus the plural)..no its the interaction that brings the heat and energy, its the little details that makes the woman..THAT woman and not every other faceless naked or bikini clad female form. The only thing the strip club does is provide a place where the odds of finding something that you like is infinitely higher since it does NOT have to be a two interaction...it some cases it turns out to be as I have seen but most of the time their on a job and your a customer..no harm no foul we all know what is going on ...and the one sides stuff once you spot it is instantly boring(but before that it's cock rigid fun) i.e fantasy is unmasked to show reality. That said...when reality does show itself and the energy does flow both ways from both people involved in the 2 person moment...that's when it gets exciting...that's when it gets interesting...and interesting is better than any other adjective...because its opposite is boring..and being bored just plain sucks
That is all,
8nA
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Today's thought
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Posted:Nov 18, 2009 5:25 am
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One book, Penis Pump, Thats my bag, Baby...By Austin Powers 
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just a short note
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Posted:Sep 28, 2009 7:18 pm
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but the casio keyboard snuggy song just weirds me the *fuck* out
8nA
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notes....live....from the strip club
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Posted:Sep 24, 2009 8:14 pm
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What is it about pole dancing? Caligua tried to make it something violent and sadistic, but as is usually reality is much more paletteable. Is it the upper body strength required? Is it the tone a dancers body takes when they lift themselves much the same way a rock climber does up the shear face of a mtn? No there is nothing painful about the act there is nothing even directly sexual about it, no when done right there is something almost ethereal about it, when done with grace its something gravity defying about it, and that...is impressive, more sol than anything the perfectly quaffed chris angel might try and yes, we are ready before he asks.
One wonders do dancers even have "new" moves? While they seem to vary, in sets by club, over all their mostly the same moves everywhere, truly if nothing else (and yes thats an over simplification) the kama sutra at the very least the human female body has more physical postions it can be in than the same 6 positions strippers almost always default too. Is it their fault though? Or is it ours? No this isnt some stupid attempt to blame yet another ill of society on 'us' its an inner looking question, does the body politik of male desire boil down to a single digit number of physical ways to get our attention? Truly can it be that simple? I hope not after all if it were how can i boil down the list of what i like to 8 dancers in a club with over a 100? Or does this rambling list of question upon question just mean i shouldnt eash thai seafood soup for dinner then dodge stupid morons in an illegally tagged minvan that almost ran my ass over?
Who....the......fuck......knows?
Not me
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Counting to Five
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Posted:Sep 8, 2009 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2013 2:32 am
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I have touched you, my fingers have traced your spine and trickled down through your hair
I have seen you, your stare, your smile, your jaguar like curves when you lay your body upon mine
I have heard you, you're laugh your words, you're labored breath when all you want is to go to sleep
I have smelled you, your scent and the faint hint of fragrance in your raven hair which tells me your back is to me.
All that remains is the taste, the taste of your lips, of your finger tips, of the tat on your spine right above your hips
Four out of Five, yet hope springs eternal and patience remains a virtue
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a little pondering from the can't sleep department
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Posted:Sep 8, 2009 1:55 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2009 6:21 am
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I know I owe my blog followers another tales from the strip club and I even wrote one for this holiday weekend due to laziness however this will have to suffice until I get the desire to transcribe from the android to here.
Instead I offer the following:
On the weekend evening I elected to go the club I did so for a few reasons all of which had to come together to motivate me to go.
1) I converted the SECA to blade fuses sat night and needed a lengthy bumpy ride to test them, the club is 28 miles round trip, that works. But that really didn't move me I could do that distance just putting around north Fulton.
2) I was bored on this evening no friends were around and one can only take so much tv before stir craziness ensues
3) randomly this weekend I flipped through the channels amidst my boredom and what was on, but the Princess Bride, a movie I must admit I have owned since laser discs were state of the art, and at one time knew every word too..yes I know....INCONCEIVABLE!.....but the movie made me wonder about something so
With that I grabbed a black long sleeve t and a t to where over it to keep warm on the bike, and what t was that? It was my t that has the fake hello-my-name-is sticker ironed on, this one course says:
" Hello
My Name Is
Inigo Montoya
(You killed my father, prepare to die)
Anyone who knows the book or the movie would get that, so I figured let's find the smart strippers tonight
So off I went, the results?
Two bartenders got it
One shooter girl got it
1 stripper made a point to look at it laugh, and get it
Eveerry one else didn't get it and one even said
"What's that?like a play or something?"
Looking back tonight I ponder is the true love of TPB a myth, have human relations degraded so much we simply can't do that anymore? I realize tonight I could not qualify any relationship to that level, and I don't think this saddens me
I am a bit disappointed though not that I don't think I have seen romance to that level, no I think the disappointment lies deeper in that I wonder if our world just doesn't want to people to put themselves ahead of EVERYTHING else
Ahead of politics
Ahead of religion
Ahead of their own families
Of everything, too many groups want people it seems to think or feel one way or the other usually for that groups own selfish reasons and I have to wonder can two people truly short circuit it all.and I mean all of it really all of it
Now before anyone starts quoting marriage vows or getting overly mushy consider this, I mean over those vows and the entity which tries to use them as a tool of mental obedience of the two giving them. (I thin George Carlin might have been on to something there)
Just a thought, think about it before you comment
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strange buit.....
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Posted:Aug 24, 2009 5:32 am
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as I sit here this morning still regaining consciousness a strange song has entered my head...
Iggy Pop, Candy...
ah well
8nA
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The puase button for being horny
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Posted:Jul 26, 2009 10:10 pm
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I just stepped off the bike for the evening(the one with a motor that is) and it has occurred me before I left to ride I was restless, bored and horny.
Having returned I am thinking about going up to qt to grab a drink and aside from the tingling in my hands all is pretty much at peace..the effect isn't permanent I am certain but it is none the less noteworthy.
8nA
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And so the expiriment continues...The Thursday night episode
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Posted:Jul 19, 2009 11:16 pm
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Normally I take notes for my blog, but this time and the last, are off the cuff, so apologies if they appear a bit random.
And so we open, its Thursday, the first one since the completion of the previous expiriment, that being the determination of if I wanted to make the Oasis my Thursday night hang out, the result? No, why you ask? because the foe always faced in life, boredom, at one point reared its ugly head..and when that happens in a room full of naked women..it means something was missing..indeed it was, long ago the Sashi-ness told me I was overly picky about my strippers and indeed I am, and I have explained why in this blog at least once. On that Thursday, two Thursdays ago I found the girls to be interesting, but unfortunaly only to a degree, there were some beauties but none of them were the magic combination of beauty and something..anything, just something of interest beyond the mere statuesque physical. And this was the case...except for one who peaked my interest. But when the Thursday 9 days ago came about I just didn't feel the need to venture out to that particular destination, instead I found a parking lot, and practiced my slow speed maneuvers on my bike(you can never practice enough). This was all good, I was happy. In the mean time, the following Friday occurred, and from that my last blog of my Friday night's happenings was generated.
Which brings us to this most previous Thursday. I found myself wanting to go to the club, why, two reasons, 1) I hadn't taken the bike anywhere all week as I had confined myself to the above mentioned parking lot practice after a near miss the previous week and 2) I wondered if someone was there.
And with that I was off, as with most previous Thursdays I show up, the valet who rides was there and directed me to a reserved spot. I secure the bike, have the conversation I always have with him about the weather and riding, and in I go. I check my helmet with the door girl and after a tip and some small talk I venture into the club. I brush my hair from my face, look around the club and who do I see but it is her, the perfect one, no she is not true perfection, no human is, but its a moniker to know her by, she is beautiful, interesting and in the two times I have spent her I have yet to have been bored.
And so, dear reader, the evening begins. the two of us make our way to a corner where carry on more of the same conversation we did the previous Friday, This time the evening melts away we spend 4 hours together, like before she only leaves my side to dance on the stage, where I make a point to tip her. She returns we talk about where we both like to eat, what we both like to eat, where we both like to hang out. Though out the evening she dances for me some at the bar and some at a table, which was a new experience for the both of us(me and her, not her and anyone else) this time there consistent efforts to make sure I am *very* aroused, she knows it and seems to get a coy little smile each time she presses into me and feels the hardened response she has provoked.
And with that, the gauntlet is thrown, the inner cynic begins to shout with his bullhorn..there is no fucking way this can be real, this has to be the things an intelligent dancer tells her marks...yet the optimistic realist chimes in..ya know its my cynical nature that has often made me miss real opportunities in life, and the fact remains she has not wanted to be ANYWHERE all night, except next to me. The evening comes to a close all of my play money is done (and no its never very much, this was a limiting factor I imposed on myself whenever walking in to the club) , and the Thursday bedtime is fast approaching. I make my way to the bar to clear my tab, she follows gives me a hug, says I will hear from her and vanishes in to the back room.
The ride home is safe and fun..Enjoyable. I get home and crash.
And which side was right, the cynic, or the optimist? not sure yet, but the Cynic is definitely in the lead as he will be unless I actually hear from someone who said I would here from them.
peace everyone,
8nA
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