LAST UPDATE SATURDAY 7/26: TONIGHT!!! Boogie Nights Party @ 15th Ave. Adult Theater in Chicago @ 8PM!

LAST UPDATE 7/26 @ 10AM: Doc here, and I'm excited. The big day is finally here, and it's time to boogie down at 15th Ave Adult Theater in Chicago's western burbs. In the last 24 hours I have been getting bombed in e-mails both through The Journal and through SLS about tonight's soirée'.  Not only are we expecting most of the usual suspects in terms of hot couples, but also many new couples looking to kick the tires on this thing of ours and maybe even take it for a test drive.

There will be some great outfits on display tonight:  "A" from The Big O Couple has promised a Disco Diva outfit on display, GiGi has her sights on a daring blue number, and Victoria the Vixen will be wearing a sexy white print number.

And my outfit?  I am thinking ruffles and a stethoscope...

Thanks,
Doc

Flash Report! Johnny Paradise Checks in from The Road

Doc here, a man who some say knows it's better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree, with an amazing Flash Report from senior reporter Johnny Paradise.

This report speaks for itself. And it's all sorts of wonderful and thought provoking.

Take it away, Johnny Paradise.

***

Doc,

Four days spiraling, criss-crossing, and rocketing across the map had taken me dizzily down and up and around the states of the midwest and it was the simplest sudden immediate urge that brought me back round, finally back home to the home that isn't home, to that medium sized metropolis for which I have a special affection and to, tonight, my heart's desire - a Hungarian hot dog.

Not too far from where I ate was the Theatre, that majestic movie house of so many glorious misspent hours, and as I ate I thought and wondered about it and with the quiet disappointment of Bay City still recent in my memory it seemed right to drop in and see if anything was happening, and even if it was nothingsville, a shot of nostalgia would be an adequate dessert to my wonderfully delicious wonderfully cheap dinner.

There was a vibration, a sixth sense, some form of intuitive awareness that informed me as soon as I entered the parking lot that something was going to happen tonight. It was still early in the evening, probably a quarter to six, and almost every car in the lot had someone sitting inside, waiting, looking at cell phones, waiting, it seemed, for the word to be given; the word that sets the machine in motion.  Also, I realized, there was a woman, sitting in a vehicle with a man, talking to another man who leaned on the driver's side. I caught a glimpse but I never stare. I saw a flash of red hair and then  - park - exit - open the door and

There had been some changes since I last walked these unhallowed halls, mostly small cosmetic ones, though some more substantial. The new boutique is beautiful, but it leaves the main area very stark and bare. The proprietors, however, clearly demonstrate what in business circles is called a "growth mindset", so I guessed that the empty space would not remain empty for long. The arcade seemed unchanged. I walked around looking, attempting not to loiter. A man dressed as a woman seemed interested in my activities, watching me from an open booth, it seemed, waiting for some kind of response. I quietly left and made my way into the

total darkness, then a lurid grainier than usual image of digitally projected sex and as my eyes recovered I counted about seven men, two of whom were enjoying each other's company, and two who waited against the back wall, pensive, nervous or anxious - waiting. Definitely waiting. I was sure now that something would be going down here, and soon. Maybe the woman I had seen in the parking lot? One of the two men keeping vigil against the back wall in the baleful light wore a dress shirt and tie and sported thick rimmed glasses, a businessman of some sort, and looked in the darkness almost exactly like a young John Goodman, a quite large fellow. In fact, size was a theme of the night. The crowd that eventually assembled was beefier than usual. This thing of ours attracts men of all shapes and sizes but tonight the XXL guys were out in force and at times I felt a little intimidated. I wished I had treated myself to a second hot dog.

I noticed the couple's area had changed. New couches and other furniture. For a moment I tried to get into the plot of the movie - no chance. Sigh. I miss the Golden Age. Then the sound of the door, two guys came in, then a few seconds later a third, then suddenly guys are entering in small droves, and I knew whatever was going to happen was going to happen and suddenly there were twenty-to twenty-five guys and

A woman. The one from the parking lot. Tall and lean in jeans and a long somewhat oversized blue Detroit Tigers shirt. I placed in somewhere in her late forties, but the darkness is a consuming cosmetic, and so younger or older is possible. She had long-ish red hair and rather classic features, and with a certain air of self-awareness, shyness, or haughtiness - perhaps all three. She was visually rather something like Kate Mulgrew. Her companion was a large-ish gentleman with gray hair, mid to late fifties. She walked quickly, with purpose, towards the couple's area and they settled in on the couch nearest the back and side railing.

The crowd of men had been anxious and now they were immediately around the couple's area. One man in a peach colored shirt sat in a seat in across the aisle from the couples section sporting a pose exactly like the statue of "The Thinker", staring holes through them. Men occupied every space along the railing and if the couple noticed they showed no sign of it. They sat, whispered to each other, cuddled, and the crowd, anxious, maintained patience and a kind of reserve - except for one character I have seen there before. His organ was in his hand before anything even started, and he tried to talk to them. If he was rebuffed, it must have been very politely.

Then the door to the theatre opened again. The thronged men looked up like a pride of lions all at once catching the scent of prey. A woman came in. Tall, bottle-red tresses chopped short, tiny black dress or a bustier-type top and black boots.

She was on a leash.

He came in a step later, holding the other end. Tall, tattooed, a little gristled, he looked like and sounded exactly like Jonathan Loughran, the trucker from "Kill Bill" and from another Tarantino film - "Grindhouse", I believe. His voice was deep, gravelly, and smarmy with a dark chuckle underneath every phrase.  They moved quickly into the couples section and sat on the front couch. All eyes were now on them, and I felt bad for the first couple, but in the taxonomy of theatre sex, the woman in fetish gear somehow outclasses or outshines the woman in the long Tigers tee - at least at first.

I watched the first couple, maybe more than others were. He had his hand down her shirt, and she slid her jeans off and he was playing with her pussy, but the eyes of the horde were mostly glued to the new couple, who wasted little time. Shortly after sitting down his pants were off and she was servicing his penis with her mouth.

The zombie-like crowd, the mass of the jerking dead, drew in tighter, organs out, some of them masturbating furiously, watching her silently go to work on him. She made few sounds during oral sex; she seemed intent and very businesslike about it. "Aint' she a sweetheart?" he asked in his baritone rumble, and "you ever see a girl who could suck cock like that?", a definite point of pride for him.

Something about her shape, the contour of her face (though it was hard to catch many glimpses of it, as it was almost always buried in the couch or in someone's crotch) the short red hair, the intense oral sex - something about her suggested someone slightly Roybn-esque (the "very naughty" living legend of midwest theatre sex). Less energetic perhaps, a little less dynamic. Still, there was a Robyn-like feel to the proceedings. She gave oral sex to every man there.

Well, not every man. (Journalistic objectivity). But very close. They formed an honest-to-gosh line and she just serviced them one by one. Some customers repeated and one inexhaustible man scored what someone had to - and did - call "the hat trick". They were young, they were old, they were black, they were white, they had endowments of various size and shape, some were sprinters and some were there for the marathon - it did not matter. No one was turned away. She was workmanlike about it, using a gentler touch on some and hard full head throttling slurping on others. It did not seem terrifically artistic but then again none of the men there were expressing a concern for aesthetics. One after another just stood dutifully in line until the tell tale gasp that she had brought them to completion, and with each gasp her companion expressed an almost inaudible utterance of pride or admiration for his woman-on-a-leash.

She was silent, mostly. Until he took her from behind. Then she moaned and screamed softly into the side of the couch where she had buried her face. Anyone, apparently, who had a condom could do the same, and so after the blowing was done, man after man penetrated her, always from behind. Her companion always said "we'll check with her", but she said no to no one who had a condom, and it seemed like many men did. I saw John Goodman carefully remove his tie before his turn with her. I saw an old man who dropped everything - pants and underwear - for his turn, and he seemed dazed and very slow moving, but he may have had the largest "thing" there. You never can tell. And, in this theatre on this night in the darkness with this girl it did not matter.

I thought about these men - and the woman - everyone who participated - and I thought once again how, despite whatever erotic thrill the participants extract from these events, don't they feel any anxiety over the fact that this is, fundamentally, a game of roulette? 

I wondered if it was the danger itself - more than just the kick of totally unaccountable and meaningless sex - that motivated the men here. Is there some inherent self-destructive quality to the act of anonymous theatre sex, or is that not even a factor? Do you see yourself as somehow de-personalized - just another character in the unwatched movie? Or was I the only one thinking these things. There is something vaguely humorous about engaging in a Hamlet-like interior monologue while people around you are having sex.

My reverie was punctuated by the visual highlight of the night. At her invitation, the leashed girl moved towards the older woman who opened and spread her shapely legs in magnificent fashion and the younger woman with furious finesse lashed and fingered and licked and sucked and played with the older woman's pussy. The crowd was struck silent. The older woman moaned and shook and grasped the couch very tightly and seemed at times to be surfing on the crest of that feeling that moves between pleasure and the slight discomfort that very intense pleasure can sometimes bring.

The leashed girl seemed more creative, more energetic about this activity, and at times her ministrations were decidedly wild, but she would slow down and ease up based on the vocal response of the older woman, seemingly aware that she was playing a sensitive instrument. It seemed an imperfect fit, but was the most compelling interaction of the night.  At some point the tee shirt came off and surprisingly the older gal had very large breasts - easily double D, if not triple - and her husband held them up and stroked her hair as the younger man fucked his woman from behind driving her face deeper into the vagina of her fellow redhead. It was a matter of minutes but for the reverent silence in the theatre it might have been the full third act of an opera.

At the completion of this, the older woman sucked her man to a finish and the younger woman took on some more temporary sex partners, then the first couple left and the second decided to take a break to smoke. There would be, I was sure, a spectacular second Act, but it was time to go.

At the end of the night, or some time eventually, it is time to go, for everybody. I wondered about the destinations, east, west, happy, sad, guilty, satisfied, knowing, searching, sure, unthinking, uncertain, or lost in a fugue of possibilities. Everyone leaves. When the couples go home, do they talk about it? Compare notes? Make plans? Share some heightened intimacy that the experience makes possible? Or are they each alone, together?

The men - single? married? family men? loners? Everyone has something waiting for them when they leave this place, this house of quiet desire.

At some point we are all together, and in some way we are all alone, with our own destination.

For me, last night, it was just the road, and the long contemplation.

Johnny Paradise

***

Doc here again... Between you and I, I have read this report several times, and each time I pick up a subtle nuance, a thread of something different with each read. We are lucky to have contributors like Johnny Paradise. Like Brent in Portland. The list goes on...

Thanks,
Doc

A Quick Note from The Good Doctor: Save the Date: August 22nd, 2014

Doc here, a man who some say spent 8 months in clown college, before being caught with his clown pants around his ankles as he was doing "Lilly the Lady Clown" behind the service door of the cafeteria.

There is a big day coming, and it's less than a month away. Yes kids, August 22nd, 2014 marks the 5-year anniversary of The Journal of Adult Theaters. 

What started out as a little project on my laptop while sitting at my dining room table, is now the #1 adult theater resource on the interwebs.

This is how it started...



Let's celebrate by submitting a quick note back to me on your all-time favorite report.  Please shoot The Good Doctor an e-mail at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com, with the words "Fave Report" in the subject line.  Then tell me (and your fellow readers for that matter) what your favorite report was & the date it went online and I will re-post it with your note.

Fair enough?

Thanks,
Doc
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Flash Report: Oral B Gets Flossed at Portland's Two Adult Theaters

Doc here, a man who some say can never get enough cowbell, with a first-time Flash Report from new contributor, Oral B.

 

Aside from making a kick-ass toothbrush, Oral B visited both of Portland, Oregon's adult theaters: The Paris and The Oregon. He has detailed his visit, and sent it along to your old friend in the white suit and aviators.

 

Oral B also has expressed his opinion on an on-going issue at adult theaters, and I will add my two cents worth in the epilogue.

 

Take it away, Oral B...

 

***

 

Hi Doc,

 

Long time listener first time caller here. Felt compelled to finally write because your blog actually helped me enjoy a recent visit to the Portland, OR area over a 3 night span. Have been a veteran of the scene for many years and have enjoyed reading and even sometimes experiencing the stories written (I was one in participation during Jake's report on 9/26/12).

 

Properties Visited: Paris Theater, Oregon Theater

 

Night 1 - I was debating whether to go to the Paris or the Oregon since both had good reviews but decided to try the Paris since you had stated it was the gold standard of theaters. Arrived around 8pm. Theater was pretty dead but the gentleman working the counter was very pleasant upon checkin. Settled in and noticed one nice feature is a TV broadcasting the security feed of the front door so you can actually see who is coming in and position yourself in the theater accordingly.

 

Not too long after arrival, an older couple arrived and sat in the side loft area. They quickly moved to the couples area behind the main seating where the female began to give the male an outstanding BJ. There was no crowd participation, only watching by the few of us in there. Little was exposed though her skirt was hiked up showing her sheer panties, possibly more if viewed from the side. Upon release, they quickly composed themselves and left. I then settled in for an hour of fruitless waiting. I decided to check out the Oregon theater based on some of the information posted by Jessica who works there so drove across the river.

The OT as it is known provided immediate gratification. Upon entry at 9:30, there was a couple already going at it, with 2 fellow onlookers already working themselves. It only got more "interesting from there". There was another lady, a BBW completely naked, expressionless lying on one of the couches immediately behind the couple. Simply watching, not speaking or participating. Since the couple had 2 onlookers, I sat on the couch adjacent to her (but within reach) and whipped out Little B to see if there would be any uptake. There was not, so resumed my original position in front of the couple going at it and between the other 2 onlookers.

 

This particular female was also BBW but much younger with streaked hair and a nice set of full tits. She was there with her presumed boyfriend. The miss began sucking onlooker #1 while I prepared myself for some action as well. Onlooker #2 began to engage the male in some bi action. The female also enjoyed Onlooker 1 and myself playing with her tits and french kissing her. We soon repositioned ourselves as she requested some cum on her face and tits. I decided to let onlooker 1 go first but he was taking a long time to cum. In the meantime, boyfriend finished onlooker #2 and was now preoccupied with a CD and elderly gentlemen so OL1 and I had the female to ourselves. Since OL 1 was taking too long, I told her she could suck me and I would cum soon and that is exactly what happened as I unleashed a torrid load across her face, mouth and lips. OL1 then proceed to kiss her and suck my cum off of her face as he finished on her tits and then spit my cum out on the floor. Weird but satisfying, we all prepped to leave.

 

Upon leaving I stopped to chat with the clerk some more to find out it was Jessica herself. She recommended I join another group which even provides alerts to the local theaters when couple and ladies come in. I signed up. I also wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed her series Slow Jamming on The Journal's blog, but there were a couple other guests there and I did not know if she wanted that out there for mass consumption. I left a satisfied man back to my hotel around 10:30pm. According to the flag reports I was now getting, Paris theater did have a couple come in later in the evening.

 

Night 2 - Since I enjoyed the fun vibe by both Jessica and patrons at the OT night 1, I decided to go back night 2 to try my luck again. This night, things started much differently. It was a differently clerk and much different crowd. It seemed lifeless and somewhat depressing with much action of the homosexual nature. I was even approached to which I declined to participate. It was getting to be quite annoying and I was on the verge of leaving over to the Paris around 9:30 when suddenly a breathe of fresh air.

 

In walks a younger man with his hot ass girlfriend wearing a sundress. And by theater standards, this girl is smokin hot. Dirty blonde, nice tits, and the faint smell of booze and cigarettes indicating she had been partying and looking for some fun. Good thing the crowd had thinned out so there was not much competition. They seated themselves at the far left of the theater on a sideways couch. Immediately one of the previously bi-boys approached them and was engaged so I swooped down as well. As she was sucking him, the BF encouraged me to come in closer and get some as well so soon she was alternating between both our cocks. Bi-boy suited up and started fucking her but then it got weird because one of the older guys that was sucking him earlier came in and started touching him and he started slapping his hand away so as not for the couple to find out what he had been up to before.

 

Frazzled, he pulled out of the feeding frenzy and I was next up. Both the lovely lady and BF stated that she wanted to take some come in her pussy. This was like a dream come true as I could not wait to enter her smoking hot cunt and unload deep inside her. Physics are a fickle beast however because her BF decided to perch himself on the back of the couch to be sucked which left her ass and crotch down lower than I was able to access. Not wanting to hold up the growing line of other patrons, and not knowing when or if I would get another round, I went ahead and blew all over her ass. An impressive load it was and the BF asked if he could photograph it with his phone. I obliged and left little B in the shots to provide some scale. I stuck around and watch a few others take their turn.

 

Contestant #3 also could not finish due to the same issue as his legs locked up and he became winded. Not sure how/where/if the other 3-4 guys finished because at that point, I decided I would head for home. Too bad too because by the time I got to my hotel, flags from the Paris indicated not 1, but 2 couples in attendance. No matter, I was a happy boy. Also when I left and drove past the front, there was another woman peeking her head in the front door. Not sure if she actually entered.

 

Night 3 - Final night in town and decided to go for both the figurative and literal triple header. Went back to the OT hoping to find Jessica and the festive mood she instills. Arrived at 8:30 to find "the other clerk" and the CD from night 1 as well as a few others. Unbeknownst to me, it was bi-sexual night showing bi porn which i am sure would have affected the crowd wanting to attend and play. I left approximately 4 minutes after arrival and headed over to he Paris at 9. Different clerk tonight and the theater was much busier...with dudes :(  Stayed until last call but not a twat to be seen. Only a lone crossdresser that didn't even get much attention. Only whiff of trim was when a couple friend of the clerk briefly entered the theater to retrieve some items behind the screen and quickly left. I left dejected at my failed hat trick attempt but happy to have found Portland to be so active and promising for future visits.

 

All in all, I would say the scene there is very good versus in my city where it is (shockingly) dead. I liked the OT better as it seemed roomier and less congested vs. the Paris. I wish I would have ran into Jessica again to continue our chats from night 1 but sadly she was not to be found.

 

The other real difference I found from other theaters I frequent is the cell phone ban which was somewhat of an annoyance. For those unaware of what I am talking about, you are forbidden from using your cell phone, even to text inside the theater and must retreat to the lobby. I understand this is probably to curtail covert photography but c'mon really? I always use my phone in a respecting manner inside theaters, and based on what I have seen elsewhere, most others do as well. I mean, let's face it if I wanted to watch porn, I would just stay home and log onto xhamster versus having to pay. Being able to text, surf the web, possibly line up women and couples to come into the theater as well is one if the best ways to pass time where there is nothing else going on around you besides dudes sucking on dudes. I would encourage both establishments to reconsider their policy.

 

Aside from that, if was  a great visit Rip City!!

 

***

 

Doc here again... First of all, many thanks to Oral B for a terrific first time Flash Report. Remember sir, your next report earns you your own custom logo, designed by yours truly. Please keep them coming.

 

Now, onto the issue of cell phone use in a theater. With all due respect to Oral B, I could not disagree more with him on this.  Adult theaters are no place for cell phone use. If one needs to surf the net for couples, a hook-up, a pizza, or order a pair of shoes from Zappos, do it from the lobby. I work with several of the top adult theaters in the country, and have advised every single one to ban cell phone use in the theaters and auditoriums.

 

And guess what... They have. Kudos to them.

 

Bottom line in my opinion: Cell phone use in an adult theater brings nothing good to the scene, but it does bring the potential of a lot of bad. So why risk it, adult theater owners?

 

Thanks,

Doc

Flash Report! "Dr. Lizardo Returns to Portland on July 18 & 19th" by Brent in Portland w/PICS

Doc here, a man who some say once went by the name of Moonlight Lizardo, who had one major league at bat before turning to a life of medicine.

 

The first full report from this past weekend's visit to Portland by The Good Doctor has come across the teletype machine here at The Journal's home office, deep inside The Valley near the small women's liberal arts college. And it's no surprise it has come from the poet laureate of this thing of ours, Brent in Portland.

 

Brent was there every step of the way, from the pre-game dinner before our Paris Theatre field trip (with Hawaiian Eyeful, Gemini, & their respective hubbies), until the frenzy of late Saturday night.

 

There are a million stories in the naked city.  This is one of them.

 

Take it away, sir.

***

 

There were a lot of couples at the theaters this past weekend. Dr. Emilio Lizardo was in town to meet his Portland fans, plus Ms. Full Swing, Bambi and Thumper, Hawaiian Eyeful, Shy Girl, Koral, L, Gemini, Jessica, E, Condom In Mouth Lady and the rest of the legendary women who make Portland adult theater sex so special.  I hope Doc Lizardo writes a report about his visit and puts it in his Journal Of Adult Theaters. It should be a classic.

 

This post you are reading is my haphazard way of paying tribute to "this thing of ours" as it unfolded over the past few days and to the legends and the other women who make it all possible.

 

Gemini

I saw the vivacious Gemini at a meet and greet for Doctor Emilio Lizardo, Friday evening. The South Seas beauty, Hawaiian Eyeful was also there. I kissed them both hello, sat with everyone for awhile ( thanks for the ice tea, J) and then followed them to The Paris where HE was already naked, legs spread, big tits bouncing, getting fucked and sucked by a crowd of horny men. Like a tropical storm she was drenching everyone near her.

 

Gemini got into the mix for awhile, and at one point Dr. Lizardo was getting a blow job from one lady (Gemini) while the other one coaxed him along with her hand (Hawaiian Eyeful). This was about three hours after his plane had touched down in Portland! Mama Mia!

 

Hawaiian Eyeful

Two other couples were naked and fucking in The Oasis while all this was going on. They came down to watch the action and got so turned on that one of them had her tits out and the other one was grinding back against her husband. She looked like the actress who plays The First Lady in the popular TV series, Scandal. Later the two couples went back to the couples section where the ladies fooled around a little.

 

Blond Beautiful Bambi and Thumper were also there. Bambi was on one of the benches and a few lucky guys by the rail were gently touching her. She looked  va va beautiful as usual , blond and classic in her tight dress, and black stockings. Later, they moved to The Annex where a few guys were invited in and jacked off on her big, round beautiful breasts. The next night at The Oregon, they did the same, but there was one guy who wouldn't follow directions and playtime was over before it could even get started. I imagine Doc Lizardo will have some thoughts on that subject, along with some further and more intimate observations.

 

Bambi

A few other couples came and left. One, a gorgeous  black hispanic woman went into the bedroom with her man where I heard they put on a great show.  But I had gone to The Oregon with Dr. Lizardo where he met Jessica (the Head Constable at The Oregon Theater). We visited with Jessica for awhile and Doc arranged to photograph The Oregon Theater the next day.

 

B, or Condom In Mouth Lady, came to The Paris on Saturday and fucked a handful of horny men in a fashion that was suitable to the heated conditions of the theater. She took her time but when she got started, her lusty moans were intoxicating. B had been fucking strangers in Portland adult theaters for years and is still going strong.

 

Two couples put on a great show in The Arena on Saturday. The girls, tattooed and hormy, got naked together and it was one man fucking the other man's girl while she ate the pussy of the girl of the guy who was fucking her while the girl of the guy was sucking the dick of the guy of the girl who was eating her pussy. Is that clear?

 

B came down to watch along with another couple. The action turned them on so B, or Condom  In Mouth Lady commenced to fuck anyone and everyone (not really, but close) and the other couple returned to The Oasis where he took her tits out and played with her .

 

E and G are regulars at The Paris. I think E was fucking guys in The Arena on Saturday, between watching the other couples and taking cool air breaks.

 

Shy Girl played with Doc Lizardo in The Oasis, this past Saturday. She had been anxious to meet Lizardo, having come to a crossroads in her sexual training, I mean, education. Doc used his healing touch on her. First, do no harm. Second, get them to squirt. Doc did just that with her. It was so hot watching her spread eagled, pussy spurting out of control . She sucked on his schwann schtuke until it was rock hard. He suited up and gave her a long lingering fuck. The boys by the rail were hoping they would get a turn. They invited one guy in- a dark South American type, a prize fighter, but he left more bewildered than satisfied. When the Doc and Shy Girl were through, they decided to leave  the hot Oasis with their friends and take the party back to the hotel.

 

The Beautiful Dark Haired Girl Who Looks Like Julianna Margulies, star of the critically acclaimed yet underappreciated CBS TV series The Good Wife, aka Wonder Woman, aka The Girl With No Nickname, aka, The Girl Who Always Does Something Different, aka The Girl Who Only Says "Big Boy" when she is ordering a hamburger, aka "L"  was also in The Oasis with her man. She was naked and beautiful and played with the prize fighter for awhile then left with her man, Doc and Shy Girl to the hotel. I wonder if she got together with Doc back at the hotel room? I wonder if she gave him her unique, intense, erotic, out of control, 'cue up a few more men, f uh uh uh uh fuck?

 

I loved watching the two hipster couples watch Shy Girl and L play with R and Doctor Lizardo. I wonder what they thought of the scene? Saturday was one of those nights where the theater sex was explicit enough to blow the minds of even the coolest couples. I just wish that honey blond in the short black dress who sat with her man in the front row of the theater had stayed around. It looked like they were going to play at least that's what the twenty guys who sat next to them hoped they would do. Hope springs eternal. So does a man's cock. They left after 5 minutes . I saw through her dress as she walked out the door. She wasn't wearing panties, as far as I could tell.

 

Hotwife Koral

Koral and Sam came to The Paris Saturday and Sunday. I saw them on Saturday but not on Sunday. They met Doc Lizardo, Shy Girl, L and  R on Saturday but the six of them did not play, much to my surprise . Maybe another time. Koral is a beautiful woman , tall, thin, a fair maiden indeed. When she is in the right mood she will fuck and suck every man in the theater, taking face baths with salty cocks and  sweaty balls, getting pounded by hard, individually wrapped come candy .

 

She didn't do this Saturday but I heard she did , Sunday. Saturday, they played next to a cute girl in a black dress on one side and a Katy Perry, Lizzy Caplan type in a twirling party dress that covered her cute ass while she rode her boyfriend"s cock, on the other side. They left before Doc and company came back from the bar. She gave me a lingering, wet kiss on her way out of the auditorium. I was elated. Thank you, Koral.

 

Sunday, I heard they met up with the Sunday Afternoon Blond and her man and the four of them swapped off in The Oasis. That must have been quite a show! Later, Koral and Sam went down to The Arena, where the early evening regulars  got to have their way with her. I hope She had a good time and the experience will make her want to come back to The Paris, sooner rather than later.

 

I think there was action at The Oregon late Saturday because I saw that Jessica kept it open until 1:30 am. Was anyone there for some late night theater sex, early Sunday around 1 am ?

 

The last couple I saw early Sunday morning invited a well built African fellow into the couples section. The lady was a thin, sexy brunette with a nice rack. She sucked on her new friends cock and then lay back on the bench where he proceeded to fuck her bareback. Her pussy must have been hot wet and tight because he didn't last very long . He shot his load deep inside her. Hubby got on his knees and lapped it up. Then he started fucking her, got a  fast eager pace going, thrust his cock into her come filled pussy over and over again and added his own sperm to the mix. It was really late so she may have been fucking guys earlier at another location, like Sesso or The Velvet Rope. Her pussy might have been a DNA party room, but that's just speculation.

 

I'm writing this embellished factual account on a Tuesday and already I've heard of action at both Portland theaters tonight.  I hope everyone is having a good time, especially the women.

 

I believe you will be reading more reports about this recent flurry of theater sex action in Portland, either at Brent's Theater Tails Yahoo Group, or at Dr. Emilio Lizardo's Journal of Adult Theaters.

 

"This thing of ours" is great Summer entertainment!

 

***

 

Doc here again... Many thank to Brent for an entertaining, accurate, and insightful account of the blur that was this past weekend.  It was great seeing you once again sir, and I am sure I will be back in Rip City before you know it.

 

My House Call Report on last weekend will go up on Monday morning 7/28. It will contain a detailed report, pics from the weekend, and a preview of the photo shoot I did at the Oregon Theater.

 

Thanks again Brent for all you do!

 

Doc

THIS SATURDAY NIGHT! Upcoming Event! Fetlife Party 2.0 at The Westwood Private Members Only Club in Toledo on Saturday 7/26/14 at 8PM

 

Couple's Flash Report! Hotwife Koral Goes Dogging in Boise: Part 2 w/ 11 HOT PICS!

Doc here, a man who some say is part eggplant, part cantaloupe, and all meatball, with Part 2 of Koral Goes Dogging in Boise.

When we last left our heroes, they had sent out their Batsignal to the locals in Boise via Craigslist that they would be on a stroll on a bike path.  Their code phrase "nice weather tonight" was the local's golden ticket to Koral's earthly delights.

Here is the second gallery of incredible pics from this dogging adventure.

Enjoy.

Thanks,
Doc

Koral Dogging in Boise Gallery - Part 2
(Click the thumbnails to ENLRARGE)