Posts Tagged ‘Las Vegas’

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Las Vegas: Home of the Labia Motorboat

July 29, 2008

So I survived the trip with more than enough stories to last me awhile. I figure, though, with this being a sex blog I’ll tackle the sexiest encounter I had in Vegas.

So, first night we get there at 11pm so I think ‘it’s so late, might as well call it a night and start bright and early the next morning’. But no! My bf’s friends call us over to a strip club, Little Darlings, to start the weekend off right.

I had a few qualms about the trip as the cover was 25 bucks each and Little Darlins just isn’t the best the Strip has to offer. However I had to keep the following in mind: that a) Strippers LOVE me , b) Vegas is an arms race of clubs constantly struggling to out-wow each other and c) Strippers fucking love me.

B was what sealed the deal; the club featured poles that stretched near 30 feet into the ceiling, every inch of which was scaled by beautiful (mostly natural) women in cute ass lil’ outfits. These women did things to those poles that challenged Cirque de Soleil in their difficult and unique ability. One or two spun halfway down the pole only to fall into a split. A pair of leather clad ladies made for a particularly amazing show: one did a split handstand on the pole while the other inched down face first to simulate some very acrobatic, cunnilingus-like play. The lesbian action was extremely authentic – playful yet erotic, there were very easy giggles and fun wrestling and nibbling.

Oh and the lovely ladies went out of their way to make me feel special – I got hugs, kisses, compliments, free dances, dollars retrieved oh so skillfully from my bosom and something that I can only describe as a labia motorboat.

There are too many other clubs to visit for me to say that I’d definitely go back but the experience was more than memorable enough for me to recommend the place.

On the educational side, here are my favorite articles of today:

Chinese Women Embrace the Pole

German “Hot Cops” Are Actually Cops (aka and THAT’S why you don’t teach lessons)

 Strangers with Candy Still Exist: Fear Candy

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The Strip

July 26, 2008

Just my own two cents on Las Vegas.  I most recently visited Sin City last summer, when I was still woefully underage.

One evening found my sister and I wandering down the Strip between MGM Grand and the Paris Las Vegas as we waited for a show.  I shouldn’t have been surprised, but there were a number of guys loitering on the sidewalk passing out baseball card-sized fliers.

They were for strip clubs and assorted erotic services, and they were littered all over the sidewalk.  A lot of the men whistled as we walked by.

Oh Las Vegas, you’re no different from any other city.  Bright and shiny during the day, sketchy as hell at night.

This also reminds me of the time I was solicited for sex in Beijing.  Brazilian man and I were the only people in the hotel awake at 5am.

He was watching the World Cup, I had jet lag.  I was reading USA Today and saw him pacing nearby so I said hi and made small talk.

After a couple minutes, he showed me an envelope with his room number and said “You…how much?  You understand?”  After I realized what he meant, my first thought was to speculate how much I could get out of him.  $300?  $400?

I told him I didn’t understand and walked outside.

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Sin City Ho!

July 25, 2008

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It seems this infamous BDSM/Fantasy Club and I were not meant to meet 😦

 

 

As I wait with bated breath to board my first flight to Las Vegas, I can’t help but wonder what marvels await me in the infamous City of Sin. It’s really interesting what my friends have to say when I tell them about this trip. Nine times out of ten the conversation goes as follows:

 

Me: So I’m going to Vegas in X days!! I’m FREAKING OUT!
Friend: Nice! Who are you going with?

Me: My boyfriend.

Friend: You guys getting a hooker? Or hookers?

 

 My answer is always no but with each passing day I feel less and less sure about that “no.” When I ask myself “why not” the immediately response I come up with is “we won’t have enough time.” It makes me think that there are many layers of effects that living in a semi-puritanical society. Because dwelling on this issue further I come up with a myriad of other problems with purchasing a prostitute:

 

         it could be dirty, ew

         my friends will think I’m a slut, ugh

         someone I don’t want to find out will find out, oh noes

 

All valid concerns but all of  which could be applied to any other events of my sordid past that would include going to a BDSM club, sex in public, threeways and being bisexual.

 

So, after much consideration and some meaningful soul searching, I discovered the real reason why I won’t be indulging in hot prostitutes on my trip; it’s far too expensive and the ROI just isn’t worth it. I’m a cheap ass and this fact was one of the first solid personality traits I ever developed and discovered about myself. Case in point; the only reason I’m going to Vegas is because I found a deal, flight plus hotel, for four days for just under $300. As far as gambling, the ROI is just more tangible than screwing around with someone I don’t know. And I’ve decided that without time to invest with someone to accustom him/her to my incredibly specific desires, I only end up incredibly frustrated and figure that I just have better things to do.

 

 Living in big cities has done this to me but I hope that getting away for awhile will loosen the irrationally tight grip on my wallet if but for a few hours.