Posts Tagged ‘clubbing’


Photo: (Bi)Curious Girls

February 21, 2009

I spent the night hanging out with my lesbian friend, Em. We checked out girls and danced in an empty club. I love M to death but after spending time with Em I always feel like:

The Curious Operation

We discussed doing something like that to some hapless girl at a club but then we just danced drunkenly by ourselves….HARD.


A Night Out – Getting Back to My Gay Roots Kinda

December 13, 2008

It’s been a tumultuous week somewhat. Work has me going like crazy to prepare for a myriad of over-priced, yet exceedingly dull holiday parties and Rae calls it quits on our D/s relationship (we’re still a friend force to be reckoned with!). And yet…everything is ok because I went clubbing last night at a rockin lesbian bar and had a supremely good time.

So, this post is about Hot Guys Making Out, Outrageously Convincing Trannies, and How My Hair Gets the Girls. You will find no content here.

Hot Guys Making Out
– I don’t seek out gay male porn. Not ever. In fact, if a small ad shows up on the screen of other porn, then I scrap the site and move on. But I cannot deny the hotness of watching two guys making out in person. When my friend and I got to The FAB Lounge, the lesbians there were almost like lifeless props for the greater show that was two gorgeous gay young men eating face on the couch across the room. It was the kind of face sucking that seemed drug induced – the passion and force with which these men were tearing at each other was relentless and almost violent. They literally had to stop for me to carry on with the rest of my evening…and carry on I did..

Outrageously Convincing Trannies – I’ve seen my share of HBO specials and I have been to enough fetish events to see my share of what DC has to offer in leather-clad transsexuals. Last night, I met a young man who just blew me away. The hair was perfect, the make up was far beyond my ability and the fashion was hot and on point. He was totally friendly and all about my dancing skills. I recall doing a few of those up-down scans of him when he sauntered by; the lady friend who went with me to the club and I both expressed our jealousy and utter perplextion for what might be attraction to this person. Hm.

How My Hair Gets the Girls – I have an afro and it is large. When men see me they call me Macy Gray and smile and wink and walk away. When women see me, they HAVE to touch it and ask about it. And before I know it, I’m dancing and I get the odd “your hair is gorgeous” or “I’ve never seen hair like that” whispered into my ear followed by some very R rated dancing that makes me blush and giggle sheepishly just to recall.

There was also extreme Drinking, Groping and Drunk Dialing, otherwise known as topics I’m not proud or sober enough to expand upon.

I also had the best chai latte of my life at Soho near Dupont. Jesus.


Crazy, Sexy Weekend, Part 2: Lingerie Fashion Show, Ultrabar, I Won!

September 28, 2008

I did win the game of life yesterday.

BF, M, brought his current flirt friend, AJ, to spend the evening with us doing all sorts of lovely things. Since Aj had never been to DC, I felt I had to be just the perfect hostess to make sure the night was filled with all kinds of entertainment. I had never met her before yesterday and knew little more than the fact that she’s incredibly submissive and a huge flirt; both proved to be astoundingly true. I was taken aback upon seeing her – she was just absolutely gorgeous, something of a modern Venus with that irresistible coquettish charm. I was just as happy to see M whom I hadn’t seen in over a month. We kissed and prepared for the first event of the evening.

Dinner & A Show: Our plan to see Choke fell through but we instead took a long leisurely dinner at Rock Bottom. Keeping conversation flowing showed some difficulty at first but soon we all were laughing and carrying on about the regular chit chat type stuff that inevitably turned sexual. AJ soon warmed up to me, skimming her fingers on my skin. Just lovely. We left for the fashion show at Night Dreams holding hands and grabbing waists. Once there, AJ soon found some shoes she just HAD to have and wear before the show began. We stopped by the lil BDSM corner of the store – I saw the cutest pair of fluffy thumbcuffs and picked up a black pair to buy at the end of the show….HOWEVER there was a raffle, the very first draw turned out to be my ticket and the prize? Pink, fluffy thumbcuffs. I freaked out. I never win anything but tonight was obviously my night. The show went on, a parade of elegant lingerie on very enthusiastic models. AJ danced to the music and turned nearly head in the place. We just had to go clubbing now.

Ultrabar. Donned in our sexiest clubwear – short black dresses for AJ and I and a button down and jeans for M – we made our way to Ultrabar, fondling, kissing, and hickeying all the way. We got there and saw we had a long line to endure but, with a more than adequate amount of kissing and caressing, the time just flew by. M was on quite a dominant streak, often taking AJ’s neck into his hand and sucking on it while she squirmed and groaned. He even felt so bold as to give me a formal spanking in public. I’m sure having two gorgeous ladies as dates had his ego through the roof. We got in and danced and danced – together, apart, with others, on stages. It was on one stage that we met a beautiful young woman who expressed her joy in seeing other bi women at a straight club. AJ and I took turns dancing with her then kept her between us unabashedly exploring her body to the music. We got her number and moved on. M spent a good deal of the night defending us from unwanted guy gropers. As AJ and I kissed M then each other, a young man stopped M and told him that M is his hero. lol! M and I took a seat and kept each other company while AJ danced her feet to ruin. We eventually left, practically passing out the metro, AJ was sore all over from her shoes and could barely walk; when we got back to the house, M and I took a quick shower and resolved to give AJ a full body massage:

The Rest of the Night. Aj passed out on my futon and M immediately went to work on her feet and ankles. She sighed relieved when I took to her arms and hands. Massaged parts were covered with rough kisses and bites. AJ took very well to choking and M was happy to indulge her. The touches became more aggressive – the cuffs made a predictable appearance along with my star glass dildo. I think she loved it just as much as I do. M talked her through a number of very precisely controlled orgasms and we worked to make sure it came when he wanted. We found that even with a little spanking and the paddle, AJ still squirmed and bucked hard against the dildo (imagine that!) M and I enjoyed each other throughout with the whole session ending with me cowgirl style, AJ’s body spilt over M’s chest with the dildo still in her and M with both of us in his arms – we managed to all cum at the same time. 6AM. We all went to bed completely spent.

So now I’m making pancakes (poorly) and thinking how incredibly awesome this weekend is and it’s not even over yet 😉


Crazy, Sexy Weekend, Part 1: Fetish club, McDonald’s

September 27, 2008

Another crazy ass night that I need to recap just for my own sake.

Pre-Bound: Rae came over (late!) with her line up of shirt and panty options to compliment the rest of her lovely schoolgirl outfit – a very short, very fashionable plaid skirt, white thigh highs, black collar and black, pole climbing boots – we eventually decided on a black lace balcony bra of mine and a cut up tee to complete the ensemble. Having expressed to me a desire to get a bit healthier, I came up with a strict diet to start Wednesday that excludes fried food, soda, and hard cheeses. So, of course, we decided then to make a trip to McDonald’s at the end of the night. We take the metro all the while pontificating on subspace and gaining a bit of attention. I swear Rae strutted the whole way to the place, got us a bit more attention.

Bound: Got there early and got in free (woo hoo!) We must have been pretty smokin for all the compliments we received on our outfits and …generally being two hot ladies all flirty with each other. I recall leaving Rae in the club as I went to powder my nose, a very lovely young woman told me she was jealous of my girlfriend. Ego boost++. Every drink I got was just piled with more cherries due to a generous bartender – the first drink was 4, the second was 8 and the third was 10. I had a great time getting Rae to eat them all on her knees, from my fingers, from between my legs. Fantastic. We made our way to the Tesla’s coil (?) where Rae and I conducted all kinds of electric shocks to her most sensitive areas as well as some photography, some other curious girls’ tits and the very grateful owner of the device. Some song with a decent bass line came on and we danced with two hot, former strippers with a penchant for spanking “fucking gorgeous” asses.

Post Bound: Despite horny drunken guys leering, cat calling and attempting to flirt, Rae and I made a beeline to McDonald’s for yet another feast. Unfortunately, being hot shit we couldn’t be left alone to our flash-fried banquet and two guys who thought themselves to be the only ones in the world who loved two hot women in school girl outfits talked at us for a bit. Yeah, ok. We ate up and left.

Post Post: My favorite part…throughout the night I took to cutting out little X’s made of electrical tape and sticking them all over Rae. Each one represented an infraction just made – readjusting her clothes, making too much noise during some physical pleasure, swearing, forgetting things…etc – and by the end of the night she had 12. I traded each with two paddle stokes to her cute lil ass, for each she squirmed and groaned and squealed. We kissed, undressed and went to bed. There may have been some fooling around.

Morning: But a few hours ago, I woke Rae up so she could run errands but decided a lite spanking would be great to start the day with. I bent her over my sofa and skimmed her thighs with the edge of the paddle, she whimpered so sweetly I just couldn’t bear to use it. Bare hand, bare bottomed spankings; can’t beat em. Afterwards, knowing full well she wasn’t counting I asked how many times I had spanked her. She didn’t know. I ran my fingers over the bright red marks on her ass, got a bit of skin between my fingers…”20!!” she exclaims. lol, Good guess.

Gah I need a nap. Only 6 hours til the bf gets here with his new girlfriend for a movie, sushi, a fashion show and some clubbing. Stay tuned.