These short, very short moments we would like to avoid ...
Where our brain has only a negligible time to analyze the situation, find a solution, its implementation or formulation. While keeping our composure, smile, and the air "all goes well I manage."
It was Saturday evening at the theater erotic Chochotte .
It was not down, alone in the vault, before a dozen men, just men. The habit of a strong male presence, I am even surprised to do my usual lightning-tracking for more. Ha but no there is no more here ... A reflex that amuses me and makes me smile. The evening starts well!
It was not these winks launched by the dancers. They are part of the staging.
It was not the first physical contact with the dancer came to 4 feet put his hands on my knees under my skirt a few inches, up along my arms back down between my breasts. I held my laughter at the thought that contact with a woman leaving me with marble, it had better look to the gentlemen who will appreciate them at fair value.
It was not that another dancer who, after having removed the shirts from a few spectators came to me saying "this is unfair, why there are only men undressed?", A mischievous. Then his "I can?" Starting to lower the neckline of my dress over my shoulder. And my answer "yes-yes, I used" which made him raise his eyebrows, "she understood my libertine habits to be half naked in front of strangers?
It was not my bra waltzing in the middle of the vault and landing at the foot of the bar pole dance.
It was not the same dancer offering me to come before the large mirror in the vault with it to "play a little." I know that the games leave me marble lesbians, bisexuals that my experiences are nothing but disappointment, but that's different, it's only show I can not say that I do not like before have tried, so I let myself be tempted.
It was not his hands on my bare breasts, or her tongue that tickles. Forgetting the fifteen men (so some shirtless) that we set, I focus for balance: anti-survival instinct that makes me bisexual woman arch kidneys to escape her lips, whose faded red already on my skin, another old reflex of debauchery ...
It was not the descent into the vault, filled with testosterone (following the dancer at the door for me to adjust out of sight, it is a scene of striptease, no rhabillage she says) .
millisecond This loneliness was ... these two words, just 2 words heard from the lips of a man when I pass him to reach my place
"Hello Camille"
supersonic neuronal connection and activation of the reflection process:
* Is I know who he is? Non
* Does his face, his appearance tell me something? Non
* Does our link is vertical? Horizontal libertine? oblique? no idea
* Who can it be? Partner libertine club yesterday, last week, six months ago or 2 years, or my assistant insurer with whom I Monday morning and read my name on the folder (épineux. ..)? no idea
* Do I suck? possible ...
* Is what I've stuck my nose under the rump, on all fours, inviting him to take me? also possible ... (Yeah it happens ^ ^)
half of a millisecond has passed, it is time to develop a solution. It is hoped that the sudden arrival of a bright idea, which never comes. And we're just able to get out:
"I'm really sorry, but I not recognize you not ... "
Keeping the smile, trying not to think that perhaps, the assistant of our insurer has just put down the air boobs in a theater shows lesbians not simulated (and we again appointment with his boss next week, about a third of contract termination in 4 months).
all right, situation under control, I manage.
He smiled in turn, adds "I do! " , and another short sentence with the music of the theater I do not understand, and dare not ask him to repeat, preferring continue my journey to reach my place. An easy escape, a show is running, I press not to disturb the audience any longer.
The mystery remains, will I be a comment or an email response to this article;)
PS: going back to Chochotte, I am definitely, totally, and permanently heterosexual !
But it was a pleasant evening, a good show.
I will return.
