Sideshow
About
Age: 44
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship: Dating
Occupation: Bartender
Location: St. Louis, MO. USA
My Biography
I had an experience. At first remembrance it seems out of body, like viewing a fantasy from a disembodied perspective; but it felt too good to be fantasy. It first put me out of my mind, the heady intoxication of mutual lust occluding my sensibilities. Even later, upon retrospection, the event acquires hazy dreamlike dimensions.
The day began mundanely enough; another band, another packed semi to unload, another busy night of beer slinging looming in the future. The first hint that the day would play out fantastically was easily ignored; ribald humor, and rumors of a "man eater" were directed and my dredlocked being. An appearance of the "man-eater" only reinforced my own density; I refused to believe that I could be prey, let alone, caught and eaten.
Soon my illusions began to crumble. The manager of the stage show approaced and requested the Sideshow be a part of the main act, then ushered me into Her presence.
Her Voice: Husky with experience, thick with leg weakening accent.
Her presence: elevated above me, intoxicating form hugged in vinyl.
Her request: Bring flowers, Be abused, Be loved, Love to be Abused.
Time became unfixed, flowing away in a flood of drinks and dishwater. From the babbling sea of faces the messenger appeared, beckoning me to the alter. Flowers thrust into my hands, in moments I'm walking on stage nearly bewildered except for my mission: deliver flowers to the dark angel. Initially she seemed pleased with my gift, then in a violent mood swing, she beat me with the boquet shredding it in her assault. Unsatsified she slammed me wither her knee, throwing me to the ground. Toying with me, she slowly lifted me to my feet and began to caress me wither her golden voice and silken hands. Overcome, I returned her caresses until she tired of me and with a throat searching kiss tossed me off stage.
Time once again lurches into a downhill rush and before I know it the adoring crowd has filed from the building. It's at this point, when the angel descends on me, camera in hand, that the fuzy mists of fantasy want to close in; but, the true memory of the sensations and emotions zinging through me belie fanatasy. Teasing and flirting she took my picture before luring me into her arms and lips. Head reeling, we imbibed liquor. The shot went straight to her courage and she asked, " are you going to Fuck me or what?".
Flabberghasted, I replied lamely, "Right here? Right now?".
The remainder of that particular conversation is lost to those hazy mists. All that I know is that i soon found myself in an empty dressing room doing some undressing.
Creamy Skin
Erect Nipples
Two pairs of pants puddled around ankles
Lustful promises and actions exchanged
Shaven Lips
Loving hands Loving
Tongues entertwined
Time Dies For an Eternal Second
In It's rebirth, Life resumes...
Crushes
Lords of Acid - Pretty In Kink