I Like to Watch - Part 1

Ever since I was a teenage I have been interested in the act of sex. I like discussing topics such as masturbation, turn-ons, size, taste, smells, and kinkiness. As this might seem that I lean towards being kinky, I really don't think I'm in any way. I am very sexual and passionate but not unusual. Not food please.

My partner in crime (aka Stacey) and I used to wander the streets. It was the early 80's. We thought we were pretty experienced in our own troubled minds. Smoking, hitchhiking, pimpin booze and experiencing mind altering substances and that business. I kinda lead a double life at that time. My mother was a strict woman that kept a short leash on me. My facts of life conversation was a drawing of my girly innards and very scientific with a quick, don't have sex until your married'. WTF?

But Stacie's mom told her stuff and she had a book. I wanted to see more. And we talked about stuff we didnt know about and wanted to know more. We were on a mission.

My first view at porn took place at an adult bookstore and video arcade. Even at the time it was a seedy place that you didnt want to be seen at, touch anything or make any eye contact. At 2pm in the afternoon, the place was going off. We were 2 young 100lbs girls that looked 19, so the gross men in there were ogling and the mind fuck was disgusting.

We viewed all the $40 dollar picture porn mags and were amazed at what people were doing. We felt the circling of the pervs and ducked into a booth. This was like a picture booth at the mall and the size and the idea was the same. We shut the curtain and found a TV screen with a dial, some paper towels and a sign that read "Clean Up After Yourself" We were in hysterics and had no volume control in our own voices. We popped in some quarters and began to view the 25 cent porn. There were 12 channels and we looked at every one, like we were viewing fireworks. Only our 'Ahhhs' were 'EWWWEES' and Oh my GOD!

We laughed and snicked and pointed and covered our eyes at every turn. The only one I had a hard time taking in was the male gay porn. I couldnt look. It hurt just looking and we made our escape for the door. We laughed and laughed.

In my day, I've been to a few strip clubs. My first one being in Dallas, a nude one in Tampa, a few in Orlando and in California as well. It is normally a 'Hey let's go to a club' and then what ever, we go. I tend to go with girlfriends when the BF is out of town. It's strange. But safe. I would never find a guy attractive at a titty bar. Even if he is. Pig.

My interest with dancers stems from the sexuality and the pure what are these woman thinking while they are working. Some of the entertainers or so hot and the guys are nast. I wonder what the men are thinking while they have a hot babe on them. Do they really think that they want them? And what about the guys that actually have a girlfriend that is an exotic dancer? How does that really work? "Bye honey, I'm off to work to take men's money and grind my goods all over them?" really how does a man accept this? True love?

What is more fascinating then the adult entertainment industry? Swingers. And do I ever have a story about that....