er Brooklyn squawk cut through her extraordinary beauty to give her face, her persona, a more comfortable normal human quality

r bar with dancing and

otten away from this cage. Having a luscious creature be the one to

quickest

, it was the first time I ha

he had three come pick us up, the entourage, the transvestites and us, and the last one was waiting. We bumped cr

l the mild bulge of my constant tumescence slide across her soft but firm derriere or along her lower belly which jutted out just enough to stir me. I bent my knees for my crushed up erect flesh to make contact with that door to the portal my flesh so wanted to enter. The enzymes released by my immense desire made me dizzy. I felt I was in a tube of a chamber, no walls or windows, but a flowing flashing libidinous mist. I wanted this woman more than I had wanted anything. I wanted her to be hot and panting naked

d then quickly depart. From one cage to another similar one. It made me more comfortable. It made me want to return to my own cage. Might as well, I thought. Once sh

her nipples, her soft cream face reddened by the exquisite delight, her vulnerable hole, dark wavy hair revealing her true roots surrounding the tender needy place where my manhood, electrified to its core

e up until then, I thought it resembled love. But what it was was lust, at least on my part. To be in the presence, either naked and touching and conjoining or pouring her the drinks and exchanging money

racted new clientele through her old Brooklyn friends as well as the local working class you

former, the place was getting gradually and significantly busier. Once a new group discovered the place, a bunch more customers would be added to my clientele. An individual from that group would bring another group, and so on. I was ha

late at night near closing time, she performed recitations of nasty, brutal, lusty text with a sexy charming allure. She would bump and grind and shimmy out of her outfit until naked spouting character

lways being interesting if modest events, were becoming quite exhilarating successes. And word spread. And I began to hear of performers once outside th

ly distracted from her allure, each flaw I discovered in Angela made my love for her more thorough, more palpable, more pure. A mix of many races, she came out a mocha color. Mixed blood made her strong, resilient and wise. Wisdom gave her keen eyes in a face full of curiosity and full of resolve. There was a frailty though. A sensitivity reflected in her face and her body, how she positioned her body. Her body was a

difference fascinated me and made me listen. Her thoughts were often challenging. She had the type of paran