I try not to mention Twisted on first dates and I hate it. Without her I'm just like everybody else. Good job, normal life, nothing awesome. It fucking sucks! 90% of my awesome stories are from that side of my life! But I don't mention it because it's a lot to drop on a guy [...]
Sometimes I feel like you have to be rehabilitated after quitting stripping. You start measuring rights and wrongs and normals differently. I learned this during the year off I took to please my overprotective boyfriend. Good tip: don't quit stripping for some doucher. Anyway... You get habits. For me it was sticking my tongue out [...]
Barbie bent over in front of the mirror, spreading her ass cheeks for a full view of her anatomy. Pink pussy lips spread around an impeccably clean pussy, a tight, bleached ass hole right above it. We finished our conversation...
I was going to the club to dance for the first time ever that Wednesday night. I was so scared. I wanted to go in a few weeks after my tonsilectomy so I'd be all super skinny, but it got pushed back until summer so Gia insisted we pop my cherry as soon as possible.
I've danced an average of two nights a week, every week, for three years (not including my year off.)
When you break it down, every job feels a lot like stripping. Maybe I'm keeping my clothes on at Mega bank, but other than that it's exactly the same. We all start out as cute, innocent little baby strippers. We get our licenses, sign paperwork promising to follow the laws about stripping. No touching period, [...]
