http://www.burlesqueabc.com/ set up to raise money for a wonderful charity. breast cancer effects so many men and women. no joke, men too. its inspired me to check my own lush breasts out rather than ignore the possibility. you also get another excuse to feel yourself up, winner!
it started with the erotic anthology, all the writers donating stories based on what burlesque means to them. wonderful indulging my pervery and giving to charity by buying the book!
readings followed; swarees of oral erotisism, burlesque and corsets.
imagine the scene (or check the photos), waterstones, nottinghill, a bubbling ball of voyeurs, wine and nightfall.
i watched the audience wriggling in delight and embarrassment the prude winning out. what is it about us that has us pretending that we weren't excited by the women undressing in front of us? they were hot and straight(ish) as i am i would have....
we were uncomfortable with glimpse of our naughty sides. so unfamiliar almost everyone reverted to stiff upper lipness rather than riding the moment. bet there would be a few furtive fumblings on the journeys home.
i knew i was getting really turned on. my nipples rubbing uncomfortably against my bra. i glanced at the man sat next to me. our legs touched and i wondered how good his skin would feel as he lowered himself onto/into me? fuck the semi clad girls and porn thoughts were making me flush. if i sat up straight could i create any friction on my pussy? sod that,i nearly ran to the ladies.
in honour of the night of the cause i fingered myself to a quiet but satisfying orgasm.
back at my seat i turned to my stranger, offering my sticky fingers for shaking. delightfully he raised my hand to kiss it. his nostrils flared as he breathed in my scent, looking up he smiled and began to lick, heaven....
as capitalism is broken lets offer up hedonism with masses of spiritualism in its place. bugger whether it works but we'd all be a shit load happier.
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