My wife has not been into fooling around for awhile and my needs were backing up, IYKWIM. My girlfriend, who has been saying it for months, finally decided to serve her hubby w/divorce papers. Which instead of inspiring her to do new and nastier things with me, has made her too sad to answer any booty calls. My new favorite call girl (a sweet full-figured twenty-something who seems to be able to breathe through her ears decided to go legit. My two favorite strippers (who BTW know how to satisfy a man in the context of a proper lap dance or three.) were both upset that I have not chosen a single favorite between them. So going to the GC is less a desirable option right now.
Whew....what is a horny man to do?
This HM decided to try the Mardi Gras II in East Windsor. Never been before but after my last trip to GC I was looking for a little change.
My change's name is Miki. Miki is blonde, slim and European. She is like an IKEA ad, but hot. Mika was at the pole which at MGII is actually two poles, one at either end of a long rectangular dance floor, lined by barstools. There's also a counter around that with a thin space between, I guess for bartenders to move around. It's awkward for the girls...straddling that gap and trying to make it seem part of the act. Miki did pretty well. In five minutes she was walking me to the "private" area. Honestly it's not private at all. I was missing the GC's walled in seats. But luckily it was noon and I was the only customer getting an LD.
Miki is fun but like her accent, she is subtle. American girls climb all over you, they grind against your crotch with most or all of their weight. Miki floated on me. She grazed and brushed with quick lightness. When she did lean in hard it was only for a moment. Her contact was light but frequent and I began to get very excited. Miki was different and I loved the difference. Once my flag was up she focused her contact there, still light and fleeting, but faster. She leaned in more often, a whisper of breath and a meaningless soft moan left behind in my ear. This girl was just so good. She got me very close to popping in two songs. Just as the second song was winding down she leaned in and asked if I wanted another. (God, I wanted to marry her at this point.) I managed to say that I needed to leave soon.
Miki smiled and still soooo lightly and soooo rapidly worked her behind on me that I popped my cork in seconds. Then she leaned back into me like we'd just finished making love.
I paid her for three songs and promised to come back soon.
Vive la difference!
Whew....what is a horny man to do?
This HM decided to try the Mardi Gras II in East Windsor. Never been before but after my last trip to GC I was looking for a little change.
My change's name is Miki. Miki is blonde, slim and European. She is like an IKEA ad, but hot. Mika was at the pole which at MGII is actually two poles, one at either end of a long rectangular dance floor, lined by barstools. There's also a counter around that with a thin space between, I guess for bartenders to move around. It's awkward for the girls...straddling that gap and trying to make it seem part of the act. Miki did pretty well. In five minutes she was walking me to the "private" area. Honestly it's not private at all. I was missing the GC's walled in seats. But luckily it was noon and I was the only customer getting an LD.
Miki is fun but like her accent, she is subtle. American girls climb all over you, they grind against your crotch with most or all of their weight. Miki floated on me. She grazed and brushed with quick lightness. When she did lean in hard it was only for a moment. Her contact was light but frequent and I began to get very excited. Miki was different and I loved the difference. Once my flag was up she focused her contact there, still light and fleeting, but faster. She leaned in more often, a whisper of breath and a meaningless soft moan left behind in my ear. This girl was just so good. She got me very close to popping in two songs. Just as the second song was winding down she leaned in and asked if I wanted another. (God, I wanted to marry her at this point.) I managed to say that I needed to leave soon.
Miki smiled and still soooo lightly and soooo rapidly worked her behind on me that I popped my cork in seconds. Then she leaned back into me like we'd just finished making love.
I paid her for three songs and promised to come back soon.
Vive la difference!
