Thursday 31 July 2014

Couple's Flash Report! Inside The Mysterious Maya: Part 2- Sailing to Europe (w/14 PICS!)

Doc here, a man who some say has the ability to control the actions of fish through his finely coiffed hair, with a terrific Couple's Flash Report.

 My good friend The Mysterious Maya is contributing a series of very hot reports (and pics) of her extremely naughty ways. This innocent looking brunette is a very bad girl, and these stories let you peak inside her panties life of perversion.

She would also love to hear from you, the Good Readers of The Journal. Just mention you saw her report on The Journal (her e-mail address is at the end of her report).

Here we go...Enjoy the writing of one of my favorite girls... Maya!

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Doctor,

Aboard a ship for two week sailing so what does a girl do? What she has to, and glad that men are available, Lol. Passengers are quite old, so it's the crew that is available. One can take advantage of fact they are cooped up for 6 to 8 months at sea and chances of getting laid are scarce.We board and I go to pool deck where I see a sole very nice young black man at the towels section. Sprint to the room and change into bikini with a skirty bottom and rush back up to exchange towel for smile and choose a recliner where he can watch me.

Ideal setting by the way. As you can see from pictures, the place I sit is discreet even with some small potted trees that cover my back. He has a clear view. I took pics through the station that show my angle. I am about 8 feet away and the "crew only " room is 10 feet behind his station. Shot pics another time when nobody around .
First look I smile sending clear message and slowly spread my legs while staring into his eyes until he looks away nervously

Touch my tits distracted while reading and when he is not looking, pull up my bottoms exasperatedly so the fabric pushes into my crotch. Now the next peek I give him a smile and spread so he can see the curves of my mound and lips under the fabric

Let several gazes pass and then let my fingers slide over my clit rubbing discretely and then my wink
got him. I was approached and knowing I had no time, I had to be direct. Looked at his cock coming to attention, put my finger under the bikini to rub and asked if he would invite me into the storage room.
Once there, I went on my knees and unzipped his shorts and when it felt right, offered a condom so he bent me and we came together...Fast and quick.

Nice? Yes, sure but that was not the purpose. I asked if he wanted to see me again and told him to call my cabin and a leave message and...that he had to bring along two nice well proportioned friends along. Explained that it was my way of getting attention during the trip.
It worked and that same evening was skewered by three guys who then got same offer and request making it clear it was to be with new guys. In a couple of days was already quite busy. Its sooo nice to be serving as a cumdump for guys who haven't seen much pussy for several months.

They are so incredibly horny. I had to serve 2 or 3 times a day some in our cabin and many with hubby present to have just a few pics.

Doc gave me permission to post my e-mail, as I would love to hear from you and what you thought of my pics and story. My e-mail is swgirl1978@yahoo.com .

Maya's Gallery - Sailing to Europe
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Crew Storage Room




















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Doc here again... Many thanks to my good friend the Mysterious Maya, and her detailed report on her high seas adventure. There are many more Maya reports to come...

Thanks,
Doc

Wednesday 30 July 2014

Enter Now! The #LIZARDO5TH Photo Contest @ The Journal




















Doc here, a man who some say once hosted the short-lived game show "What's in my Drawers", with the contest details to help celebrate The Journal's 5th Year Anniversary.

Our NCAA Brackets Tourney was a big success, and it's time for a new contest here at The Journal. To help celebrate the 5th year of The Journal, it's time for our first photo contest.

Here is the skinny on entering:

#LIZARDO5TH CONTEST DETAILS

Doc here... Here are the instructions on entering the #LIZARDO5TH contest.
  1. Click on the #LIZARDO5TH image above. This will pop up a full size version of the photo.
  2. Print the photo in color (preferred but not mandatory).
  3. THIS IS THE IMPORTANT STEP: Using a decent camera, take a photo of your wife, girlfriend, a couple's selfie, your selfie, or have someone take the photo for you, or even a total stanger holding the above photo (does not have to be taken at an adult theater). PLEASE NOTE: Most adult theaters do not allow photos taken inside of them. In this case take your photo outside of the theater showing the sign of the theater (preferably). Be creative, since your peers will be voting on who will be the winners.
  4. Do not break the law in the taking of your photos. Why? I am not bailing you out of the pokey.
  5. Once you have taken your photo, please e-mail it directly to The Good Doctor at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com. Put #Lizardo5th as the subject line. Please give me a pen name if you do not have one already. This is MANDATORY.
  6. If you'd like me to Photoshop out faces, eyes, tattoos, etc., I will be happy to do so. Just mention it in your e-mail.
  7. I will publish each submission as they come in under the #LIZARDO5TH Contest banner on The Journal and on my Twitter @Lizardojournal, after being edited and Photoshopped.
  8. Contest Dates: I will take submissions through Friday August 22nd (the 5th anniversary date of The Journal). I will narrow the photos down to the top 3 (I will have one mystery consultant work with me on the narrowing down of images), and set up a poll to vote for the top #LIZARDO5TH image.
  9. Prizes: 1st Place: A brand new mystery prize, that I will divulge at the deadline for submissions, a "The Journal Premium Coffee Mug, and a personalized autographed photo from Doc. 2nd Place: The premium "The Journal" mug, and the personalized autographed photo. 3rd Place: The personalized autographed photo.
  10. Example: This image from my good friends T&A is a good example of how one might go about taking their #LIZARDO5TH photo:
























Deadline for Submissions: August 22nd, 2014 at 11:59pm CT.

Questions? E-mail me direct at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com .

Have fun with this! The Good Doctor has the best followers in this thing of ours... Let's show the rest of the net how good you really are!

The contest details have their own page at the top of the home page for easy reference, under #LIZARDO5TH Contest.

Thanks,
Doc

Tuesday 29 July 2014

Box Score! The Fetlife 2.0 Party at The Westwood Private Members Only Club on 7/26/14

Doc here, a man who some say once sat at Tony Placko's for 24 hours straight (and wasn't disturbed once), with the Box Score for the Fetlife 2.0 Party at The Westwood Private Members Only Club in Toledo.

My good friends at The Westwood Theater Private Memebers Only Club have one of the top facilities in the country, and their monthly events are picking up steam as a destination in the Midwest.

Here is the Box Score for this past Saturday's Fetlife 2.0 Party:

MALE/FEMALE COUPLES: 32

As soon as the next big couples/singles event is scheduled, I will post the flier here at The Journal of Adult Theaters.

Congrats to The WW for a great event!

Thanks,
Doc

Female Flash Report! The Insatiable Sati at Fantasyland 2 in Tampa (w/Pics, Bonus Pics, and a Video!)

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Monday 28 July 2014

Couple's Flash Report! Brandy is a Bad, Bad Girl on 7/12/14 @ CTs Adult Theater in Gary, IN (w/12 PICS)

Doc here, a man who some say once played the annoying neighbor on the short-lived TV show from the '70's, Mr. T and Tina, with a hardcore Couple's Flash Report to jump start your Monday.

Regular readers of The Journal know Brandy (is a bad, bad girl).  She is, hands down, the most hardcore girl I have run across in this thing of ours (or any scene I know of frankly). Her reports are not for the faint-hearted. Ever.

Just please keep in mind that she has been in the scene for many years, knows what she wants, has a watchful hubby watching everything going on, and can never get enough. Her pics are always very hardcore, and are very popular amongst The Journal's readership.


Opinions expressed in her report are her's, and being a freedom of speech site, they are published here at The Journal.

OK, you have been warned... Here we go.  Please welcome back Brandy to The Journal!

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Hi Hun.

That night at CT's was pretty good. I got real fucked up at the motel room before we went to CT's and I remember fucking and sucking about 10 at CT's. Hell I was so fucked up I backed onto something like 3 white cocks and let them cum in me cause I was too messed up to even look at the color. Lol.

Once I got to where I was getting bad, hubby took me back to the hotel room and I remember about 5 different BBCs doing me on the bed, then I passed out and hubby kept getting guys from Craigslist till about 5 in the morning.  He said 3 ass fucked me and all came inside me, and a couple whipped their cock on my face after pulling out. Anyway it was a fun time.

These pics are from that night 7-12-14 and the others are from right before that. We took some of me with our Camaro. Hope you and the viewers enjoy.

Love ya
Brandy


Brandy's Latest Gallery from 7/12/14
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Couple's Flash Report! Gemini Reflects on Doc's Visit to Portland on Friday 7/18/14 (w/NEW PIC!)



Doc here, a man who some might say has a new favorite astrological sign, with a special Couple's Flash Report from my good friend, the incredible Gemini.
It seems like it was months ago, but it was only last weekend that The Good Doctor was visiting Portland, Oregon to visit some new friends, visit some old ones, and get re-acquainted with the coolness that is Portlandia.
Last Friday night was one of those "planets have aligned" evenings, when every note was pitch perfect.
I will have my own House Call Report on the entire weekend, but Gemini has submitted a report that is so good, so right, and with every detail perfect, it's hard to imagine what more I could bring to the table in my report.
Please welcome back to The Journal, the incredible Gemini...


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Oh What a Night!

A while back, my husband and I decided to step away from “this thing of ours” to focus on other areas of our lives.  Being a true Gemini, I had other facets to explore and pursue.  But then…. The Good Doc decided to make a visit to Portlandia.  Hmmm.  I have to meet him, I thought. 
The Real Gemini
We agreed to meet for cocktails, but nothing more.  We made our way down to a classy place near the Paris.  Hawaiian Eyeful and her husband were already seated.  There was interesting conversation as we waited for Brent and the Doc to arrive.  Since I had never met Doc, I could only picture the avatar on his blog.  I waited with anticipation to see what he would be like in person.  He did not disappoint! 
As he strode over to our table, I was greeted with a good-looking, vibrant gentleman who looked at least 10 years younger than I imagined.  He was professional, well-groomed and had a warm smile.  I was instantly taken by his casual laughter…not to mention his awesome goatee.  He and my husband instantly struck up an easy conversation.  Brent followed in soon after, and was met with hugs and handshakes.  Cocktails and appetizers were served as we all exchanged stories.  (Oh, to be a fly on the wall!)
Ms. Hawaiian Eyeful and her hubby decided it was time to walk over to the Paris.  Brent left shortly after for the same.  I was sad that it seemed my evening would soon end since Jordan and I agreed to “nothing more”.  I was getting caught up in the mood, and was elated when Jordan said, “Let’s head over with Doc and just poke our heads in.”  Doc must have sprinkled magic dust to change both our minds.                   

We entered the Paris, bought our usual water, and headed in to locate Ms. Hawaiian.  She wasn’t hard to find – down on the arena table with more than a dozen men clustered around.  The place was warm and filled with testosterone.  There were even two couples watching.  Doc, Jordan and I hopped on the edge of the stage for prime viewing.  Hawaiian was already in full action with a man pumping between her thighs with hopeful on-lookers eager for a chance with this exotic woman. After a short while, Doc went down near her head and brought out his large cock through his zipper.  Hawaiian now had two at once.  
The Real
Hawaiian Eyeful
With the crowd closing in around her, I could tell she needed to hydrate and brought her bottle of water.  She sat up to drink and I tried to cool her down, lifting her dark hair and blowing gently on the back of her neck.  As innocent as this was, it turned me on.  I asked permission to touch and found myself fondling and then licking her large breasts.  Chocolateman went over to her head, but I wanted a minute or two alone with her, and with an open hand against his chest, pushed him back a step. (I should have just asked him to step back – that would have been much more lady-like.)  But the fever was over-taking me and my aggressiveness came through. 

I climbed up on the arena table and ran my hands all over her body.  My mouth explored her breasts some more, and I kissed her stomach.  By now she had a cock in her mouth, although I couldn’t say who it belonged to.  I dared to place a hand between her thighs and began massaging her clit.  Her body began to react as I slid a finger into her sweet wetness.

By now I was ready to devour a man.  Not just any man.  My eyes searched around as I found the Good Doc on the opposite side of the table.  I jumped down and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him over to the empty side of the table.  I hadn’t noticed that his pants were down around his ankles and he nearly tripped in my haste to satiate my need.  I couldn’t wait one more minute and was already breathing fast and heavy as I tried to get his pants over his shoes.  Damn!  They wouldn’t fit!  Damn again!  His shoes were some fancy lace up type.  (Slip-ons next time, Doc!)  I struggled to get the laces untied and threw a shoe behind me.  We savagely tore off the rest of his clothes and my mouth was wrapped around his cock in seconds. 
There was no more thinking then, just the visceral reaction of this intense chemistry.  As I licked up his shaft, our eyes met and I had to kiss him. We came at each other with a passionate fury, my hands gripping the hair on the back of his head, his pulling me in as close as possible.  Panting, he whispered to me, “What can I do to please you, Gemini?”  “Let me drink you down”, I replied, “I want to swallow every drop of you.”  And with that, I was back down in front of him, working his large cock – sucking and stroking and licking his balls.  It wasn’t too long before he granted my request and his cum went sliding down my throat.

Doc needed a break, but all I could hear in my head was that Britney Spears song – Gimme More! I found Bob, and my pants were off in no time.  I placed myself doggie style on the table.  As he entered me, I let out a moan and looked back to see Jordan and Doc watching.  What a turn on!  Bob pumped me over and over, and then turned me sunny side up.  Breasts out and heels on, I let my legs fall in the way of the splits as he thrust into me.  I gripped the sheet below me and let out screams of delight.  He fucked me for a while with salty sweat dripping over me.  Finally, he needed a break.
I took a drink of water and looked at Doc.  “Are you good with your hands?” I asked.  He jumped down from where he was seated on the stage and said, “I’ve been working out my arm just in case you asked!” (Gosh, I love his sense of humor!) Without hesitancy, he furiously began to finger fuck me, making me squirt again and again.  I rubbed my clit for that extra intensity and was overcome with wave after wave of orgasms.  I could have stayed with that all night, but the heat was getting to be too much, and I had to break.

Not done yet, I found Bob again.  This sweet, gorgeous man was still hard as steel.  I laid him across the arena table and began to work my mouth over his beautiful cock.  I pushed his knees up to his chest and ran my tongue beneath the base of his balls.  “Stroke yourself while I lick you.” I said.  He obliged as I ran circles around his balls, sucking them, then running my tongue underneath.  He began to moan, and I put my mouth over the head of his cock as he squirted his come down my throat.  Ahhhh! 
We were a sweaty mess by this time.  My pants were on the chair, but I lost my panties.  Bob and Chocolateman searched and found them for me.  (Thanks!!)  I headed for the ladies room, and as I passed through the lobby Ms. Hawaiian and the gang laughed when they saw me.  I heard her say “Now there’s sex hair!”  I went in the ladies room and had to laugh myself.  My hair was totally soaked though, but my waterproof mascara held up!  Ha ha!  Looking at me, there was no denying I love my sex!

We said our good-byes and headed home.  For a night that started with “nothing more”… I can’t say much more than “Sweet Surrender, What a Night”!!  Thanks to all. 
And a special thanks to Doc for that magic dust.
Yours,

~Gemini

“It’s late at night and I think of you
and all those things you like to do
Still got your flavor on me
Yeah, I can taste your memory”

…Hard Lesson – The Burned
 
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Doc here again... Wow. Now I really need a Fresca after this report... What can I say other than you are amazing, Gemini. Great report, HOT pic, and I appreciate all your kind words.  I am also glad we found my shoe... I thought it was a goner.
 
Until we meet again, Gemini...
 
Thanks,
Doc

Box Score: Boogie Nights Event at 15th Ave Adult Theater in Chicago on 7/26/14

Doc here, a man who some say really needs a haircut, with the Box Score from Saturday evening's Boogie Nights Party at 15th Ave Adult Theater in Chicago.

It was a fantastic evening on Chicago's west side, with many new couples visiting and playing at this event. There was one scene in particular inside 15th Ave's theater that was about as crazy as anything I have seen there since it opened ten years ago.  It was wild and wet, and I will have details in my House Call Report coming soon.

Here is your Box Score for the event:


COUPLES: 44
SINGLE FEMALES: 4
T-GURLS: 7

Were you there Saturday night? If so, I would love to get a report from you!  Please send it direct to me at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com. Include a pen name if you don't have one already, and I will do the rest. I will format, edit, and drop in a pic or two for you.  And you get the glory...

Lastly, 15th Ave Adult Theater's next party is Saturday August 23rd - It's Back to School, with naughty schoolgirls, cheerleaders, and teachers.  Here is the flier for the next event:

























Thanks,
Doc

Sunday 27 July 2014

Fave Reports / Five Years - Volume 1: Brent in Portland

Doc here, a man who some say is 12.8 in meatball years, with the first of the "Fave Reports/Five Years" submissions from you, the good readers of The Journal.

And of course, who better to lead things off than my good friend and close colleague, Brent in Portland.

The Journal was born from a conversation Brent and I had on a Thursday night at The Paris Theatre in Portland in the summer of 2009. We were both of the opinion that this thing of ours was bigger than what was being talked about in a couple of Yahoo Groups that had a slightly less local scope. But the conversations were few and far between in those Groups, and we both agreed the scene needed a national voice.

And that was the start of The Journal... Thank you sir.

Here is Brent's forward, followed by the first of two of his favorite reports.  Enjoy.

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Doc,

I don't have a particular favorite. I  enjoy the writing style of Johnny Paradise and I remember getting turned on by the reports and accompanying photos of Jim and Chris' adventures at The Eros Theater in Colorado Springs back in 2011.


Brent

From July 13th, 2013...Johnny Paradise.

The thrill seeker defies divination because, ultimately, uncertainty is the substance of his experience. Knowing "not knowing" is the simple inexplicable paradoxical delight that irresistibly, irrationally, almost irredeemably draws and inspires him (or her) towards the pageant of the possible and the sometimes sweet taste of danger.

 
In any game, the fun is not knowing who will win, or how, and the games we remember as the most exciting are the ones where our expectations were the most roller coaster-ed along.  In the jungle, the adrenaline rush is not because the tiger is there….it is because the tiger might be there. Or, where the tiger once stood, there might be something else….or nothing at all…..The indefinite gap between "not there" and "there" is a meaningful pause….it is the pause between notes in Beethoven's 5th symphony….it is meaning terrifyingly present in the absence of sound. It is the silent perfect thunder of expectation. Expectation and uncertainty, the palpable heart-pounding thrill of MAYBE....

Friends of ours in "this thing" get that, instinctively. The kick is not knowing. An empty theatre can suddenly become a full theatre. A chaste couple holding hands can transform into libidinous frenzy. Private intimacies can become public offerings. And sometimes, every so often, the empty theatre itself can sometimes offer an unexpected something. And so....


FRIDAY

I arrived sometime around nine. Too late, I thought, noticing the dearth of cars in the lot and the scattered crowd - barely a quorum for any event. My brief hopes for another feature presentation from the "good old days" were dashed by the generic goings-on up on the screen. With a sigh of resignation I sat. An old man was giving a middle-aged man a  handjob up against the wall. That was it for the action. I noticed that some of the men there had become familiar to me - faces I have seen and, may the gods help me, more than just faces.


I realized I had started giving them names, the men I had seen before - the Turk, Edward G. Robinson, the Guru, Tebow (the quarterback kid from yesterday's visit, so strangely out of place that I was tempted to say "your mother called and wants you home!" just as a joke...) It was not lost on me that, at the point when you are crafting fictitious names for the men you see in an adult theatre, you are spending too much time in an adult theatre. In fact I had passed up an invitation to spend time in the real world with a pretty delightful young lady this evening so that I could indulge my fascination with this particular adult theatre. I made a mental note to spend the rest of the weekend elsewhere. But for now...

The first couple was preceded by a sudden influx of men - lurkers from the parking lot, most likely, now coming in at the appearance of a woman. The first couple - he looked to me a bit like Michael Chiklis. She had long hair with natural auburn curls and a pretty face. They sat and for the longest time there was relative calm. The men in the crowd were respectful, most remained seated though a few gathered at the rail, looking down vulture-like. I tried to lose myself in the film...boom. Like watching bread rise.


Then suddenly the herd gathered by the rail and I turned and saw the silhouette of her head moving up and down over his lap. He was quiet and the men were silent as they watched the slow rhythmic plunging of her luxurious hair over the cock that was enveloped by darkness and her, apparently, very talented mouth. Total quiet gave way to a few obvious wet smacking slurping sounds and his - by now -  impossible to contain utterances of pleasure, and (coincidentally) the actress on the screen was fellating her fella as well, but not so well as this attractive figure in the shadowy folds of the couples' corral. At one point she lifted her head and her ample milky white breasts spilled out of her top in a spontaneous moment charged enough to elicit a few gasps and not long after the couple arrived at the natural conclusion of their activities they hastily left...(to return later, but their participation in the night's feast of flesh was finished.)

Two couples came in not long thereafter. The first - a stocky gentleman who appeared to be Latino and who wore an open Detroit Tigers visitor's jersey with Justin Verlander's name and number 35 on the back, was accompanied by a thin woman with medium length hair that was brownish and also several shades of blonde. She wore a short black and white skirt and a jacket. The other couple....

I had the immediate sense that I had seen them before, somewhere. He was tall, thin, dishwater blonde with the easygoing look and casual gait of a college professor. She  - she was a sight - tall, long black hair with absolutely beautiful curls and a piercing bright pair of deep-ocean eyes that held one's attention even in the almost opaque black of the theater.


"R" from "C & R"
She wore a long black coat and within a minute of her entrance to the theater she had taken it off and revealed a bra in what looked like leopard print, and a pink skirt with slight ruffles. She jangled when she walked, some unseen chains or bangles or baubles or bracelets. She was not skinny but in no way shape or form was she fat, she was curvy and fleshy in all the right places and had beautiful long solid legs. She looked to me like a cross between Julianna Margulies and Nia Vardalos and when I made the comparison in my mind suddenly it occurred to me that this might be "R" from "C and R"... and it was. I recognized her from the pictures that have accompanied their reports.

To report everything that happened then, with utter fidelity, play-by-play style, would have required a stenographer's notebook and the jotting down of notes in the darkness. This is a tribute to the intensity and variety of the actions observed. After a period of quiet conversation between the two couples, it appeared that "C" was performing oral sex upon "R", and I say appeared because from my shadow in the room of shadows at times things were supposed but not completely clear. I moved closer. What followed between the two couples was a pretty extraordinary exchange of sexual acts.


"R" went down on the man I kept calling "Latino Verlander" in a way that was eliciting gasps and moans and grunts and exclamations of approval, both from the gentleman in question and, increasingly, from the men at the rail, gathering tightly, most of them with members out in a full-blown jerkathon. He looked down at her and said "you're beautiful.....everything about you is beautiful..." a sentiment that seemed so spontaneous and genuine and NOT merely because she was so expertly bringing him to the point of exstacy....his high regard for her was obvious, and the old men in the line were equally obviously entranced by this lovely young woman who had, somehow, even in the midst of a public blowjob, an inescapable poise and an undeniable aura of class.

The cynical shell that cocoons so many "theater women" seemed to be wholly absent, and I found myself wanting very much to talk to her, to both of them, to find out more about the how and why of their activities. But that is a line I don't easily cross, or I run the risk as an observer of becoming what I myself am observing, thus spoiling the impartiality and cold veracity of my journalistic endeavor. But they were different, somehow - different from the usual swinging couple. So many questions I wanted to ask.

The men at the rail were whispering, muttering, encouraging the two couples with suggestions that were less than necessary. Also, there was a plump short-haired woman in the corral, seated on a couch, alone. Before the end of the night her male companion appeared but for the balance of the evening she was a solo act, throwing back canned sodas and watching intently the couples at play. (One poor old guy, seeing her alone, tried to join her. He failed to do so and beat a hasty retreat into the store. It is a bad place to get a bruised ego.) Her contribution, at times, bordered on unsettling. "Milk that cock" she would say in a flat tone that was 100% Midwest. "Git her git her git her git her" and "Yeah you like that hard cock". "I'll say it if no one else will"" she intoned at one point, or words very much to that effect.


"R"
The most awkward of her interjections, however, came as "C" was having sex with the female who accompanied  "Latino Verlander", the multi-toned blonde. They had done all manner of things with each other and he had yet to arrive at a completion. There are many possible reasons for this - maybe he had already done this multiple times today? However, it occurred to me (and probably to most of the men there) that there is a performance anxiety peculiar to men who have sex in theaters. He is, after all, not just a participant but also a performer in the truest sense. I am NOT suggesting that he was having performance anxiety, I would not know and would not speculate. But he seemed anxious to ejaculate and she seemed to be, in a gentle and accommodating way, anxious to please him and help him finish.

"R"
She licked, sucked, caressed his balls as he thrust his cock into the narrow valley she made by pushing her B-sized breasts together, and it was a situation that required no comment but the plump woman suddenly said in a voice that was too loud "It's hard to perform with an audience". It maybe true, but I don't think that phrase has ever helped anyone to perform. Anyway, he finally did cum, glazing her throat and chest with pearlescent liquid in the wan blue light of the theatre. He then gently cleaned her off and it was actually a very nice moment and the men in the line clapped, probably having identified with his (real or imagined) plight.

 

The multi-toned blonde joined "R" in working on "Latino Verlander" and the two of them gave this man an incredible going over. At various times he had to wipe his head with a towel from the pleasurable exertion of his labors.  When she kneeled down to suck him her backside was evident in the slant of light emanating from the back wall and the smooth hairless contour of her labia struck the men in the crowd like lightning. The high point of the spectacular, though, was when she climbed on top of the couch to lower her pussy onto his face as "R" sucked his cock. Visually it was stunning and it brought the men assembled to a fever pitch of excitement that was matched only by the sight earlier of both women, back to back, riding cowgirl style on their respective opposite partners.

Those men - a creepier lot than usual, tonight, and I say this with honesty and all respect. They muttered, they grunted, they whispered, they masturbated, they compared notes on other women who had come through these honored aisles. A strange assortment, to be sure. And in close quarters - there was a reek tonight of alcohol, sweat, and expired Hai Karate.

However the action in the corral was a sensory spectacular and the whole scene - all of it -  was made the more remarkable due to the fact that these two couples seemed genuinely nice; they genuinely seemed to like each other, and, as cynical as this lifestyle (or observing it) can tend to make someone, there did seem to be the presence of genuine real honest unaffected passion. I wondered if it was possible?

Another couple entered. He - muscular and intense. She - short cropped blonde hair, black jacket, a little hard edged. They left, apparently, without so much as a held hand. There seemed to be some unresolvable issue between them. Then another, and it was at this point that I really wished to have a score card. My observation of the "main two" couples pretty much obliterated my chances to see what this new couple was all about. They came, they had sex, they left.

Then another. He was in his fifties or sixties, quite large, craggy features and glasses. She was late forties, early fifties, but looked younger from the back and sounded younger from her small quiet cries of pelasure; petite, blonde with short hair and she looked a bit like Teri Garr or like a much more mature Maria Sharapova.


They started out slowly, she worked his cock with her hand and just the MOTION of that hand in the darkness told a story. He revealed her thong to the crowd as she sucked him and then she rode him in reverse cowgirl fashion and had to grab on to the couch in front of her as he grabbed her tightly by her lithe hips and pulled her mightily back again and again against a protuberance of stomach flab and the forceful immediacy of his ancient cock. She panted and cried out and a black man sitting in the first row in front of the corral said "lift up your dress, show us your titties" and she lifted her top halfway, revealing a tight abdomen and also a measure of modesty. Her companion eventually pulled her garment in such a way that her breasts were revealed - perfectly round, high, proud full B's or C's, with dark thick rubbery nipples that were striking in the pale light, like two generous dots of dark ink on a canvas of unblemished ivory flesh in the back and forth blur of his furious thrusting. She was a very, very attractive woman. He finished. They left.

During this, "R" had gone down to the front row of the theater, her hair pulled up and pinned back, and a ghoulish band  of men surrounded her and started ejaculating on her. "Latino Verlander" watched for a while, then left. His companion asked, with a small measure of reproachful incredulity "You left her alone?" and so "C" went down and sat and watched her as men masturbated with varying degrees of help from her and shot their sperm onto her chest, covered only by a  pink netted top. One man who looked to be in his spry seventies very awkwardly but very energetically lifted a still-athletic leg up onto the next seat to achieve the angle he needed. He had taken his white tee shirt off to do this - why I do not know. When he was spent he put it back on and just sat there, staring at her in some unfathomable mix of appreciation, admiration, lust, grandfatherly concern, desire, and she noticed him and just very sweetly said "Hi", and really at that point my curiosity about "C" and "R" doubled. So nice. So patient, so seemingly content. I wondered. I am wondering.

Most of the men shared their seed with their comely complicit human vessel. Tebow did not. I saw her eyes catch him for a second and he just nodded and smiled and backed away. I wondered why he was there. He probably wondered the same thing about me, as I did not partake. Journalistic impartiality. And there are other reasons. And maybe he is a bible salesman.

But the girl was lovely.

So, the couple left, and the woman to whom I had (perhaps unfairly) given the sobriquet "loudmouth" was the only female who remained, and so now the attention of the remaining men was leveled squarely at her and at the man who had finally joined her. Where had he been all this time? It is incredibly easy to stay anonymous in a darkened theater. She gave him a blowjob that seemed to astound him. ("Now THAT'S a blowjob" he said, as if advertising it.) He tried to caress her crotch through her jeans but the blowjob seemed to be all she wanted to do. They talked. They left. The crowd thinned out. A middle aged man gave a hand job to another middle-aged man and I walked slowly out into

SATURDAY

morning. On the shore of a deep blue ocean of stars gazing up at the sky in the parking lot of a quaint old movie house after taking in a carnival of desire and Fellini-esque faces and passionate whispers of something far to the left of love and something far to the right of lust and something so completely real and so completely artificial and something like the living movie of the moment, and I thought once again about the probable, the possible, what is and what MIGHT be and about the bright lurid colors and the pictures I'd seen in the seats and the aisles and on the cinema screen.


Johnny Paradise

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