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a Sin full night A Return to Sin…City It’s Date Night for A and I. Our plan is focused around a night at Sin City Fetish Club in the Gastown part of downtown Vancouver. First things first, for the previous week we set our FriendFinder-x status to “Sin City THIS Sat, for those who like exploring body and mind while bump and grind” Second thing…we get to Gastown early, and it is going to be a good night… We get great parking, like one block away. We pick a small eatery – and settle in. She(A) is wearing a semi sheer top, but alas the mood lighting just doesn’t penetrate… so no nipples joining us for diner, next time . The tappas was good, the wine… no comment. Almost 10:00 – off to Sin City. We’re early-ish, no-lines – we’re in and change quickly. She’s wearing the San Francisco outfit (where she bought it)… long<b> sleeve </font></b>sheer mesh top, a thong, a short black skirt with the sides exposed because of 3 large cut outs, and heels. We dash to the outside deck – its empty. We go back in and find a friend who comes out with us. We capture our kit with a Kodak memory, with no one else on deck (Sin rules – no photography – period). Off the phone, bury it in my coat – and off to coat check. At coat check, a pretty couple – real “California” look. Both are well tanned, very pretty, blond, but alas she is wearing a shiny silver high neck cocktail dress. The Blond has a sweet smile. Coats checked, we snag some cocktails. We start chatting with a guy wearing latex from tip toe to high neck and integrated hoody. He loves wearing latex, and especially loves to wear rubber, but alas, besides at home, where can someone put on an alt outfit like a latex body suite that makes them feel…WOW. At Sin City. Somehow – we connect with a couple we’ve chatted with on line; the're Sin City virgins. They are impressed. We chat . The night is young and they both have wandering eyes; they both like eye candy. A bit to our side in a quiet spot a couple is doing some final “prepping.” The lady is wearing a custom black latex outfit, cheek high leggings reaching up to a garter belt, thong, and a corset that stops perfectly below a gorgeous set of breasts. She is standing firm and tall while her guy is lubing her up, carefully rubbing essentially every inch of her wonderful body with lube. I head over. “What are you putting on?” “A latex lube to make it shiny.” We chat a bit. He is a full frame guy, strong and handsome, and definitely in command. His Latex Sub looks so good, and especially in her shine – but she is not mine to play with. Back to A, and our new newbie friends. We chat some more. Eye candy alert – the Blond has lost the cocktail dress, now in gold shiny booty shorts and a small tube top; all showing off how slender a lady can be. We finish our cocktails – time to rock –straight to the downstairs dance floor. We start out apart – who are we kidding. In She comes, arms around my neck. My right hand, straight through one of the skirt cutouts and onto her bare butt. I pull her in, pulling hard on her ass. She straddles my right thigh, I pull her ass tight, we look deep into each other as she discretely grinds her sweet spot on my thigh. The grind is not a big mamma body sweep. It is tight little motions, just from the pelvis – in and out, around a bit, up and down, all the while captivating my thigh that she is clearly warming herself up with. She-we – are in the mood – and soon lock into an infinitely deep kiss, the kind we just don’t do enough. This is Date Night – no- its Play Night. Long ago we stopped worrying about what other people thought as they watch. It’s a funny thing, since forever ago. No matter where we are, I love gliding my hands all over her body, and yeah I dwell on and caress her ass, discretely (mostly) slide my hands across her breasts and wake up her nipples, pull her butt into me in line or as we pass – micro bonding…and that’s anywhere – anywhere; well actually, everywhere. People are funny; mostly they just keep back and watch or make comments like “oh la la”, “that was *$&%; hot”, or “get a room”. Tonight is… Tonight is going to be fun. The kiss unlocks, the eyes, we evil smile each other – just a little. I pull my hand off her happy ass and out of the skirt cutout. She spins around and leans forward. Its butt to boy time – big slides across my manhood, full across left to right or up and down; again and again; and a few discrete – no blatant grinds. Heels, FM high heels. They look well fucking hot…and…they place the bottom of her cheeks right on me. She arches back up, reaches her arms straight up I reach around and lightly place my hands on her lowest rib. Slide. She slides down…her butt goes straight down my bulge, her breasts slide down across my hands. Down low, my hands stopping on her clavicle. That’s another C part I touch with love. Up she rises, her breasts sliding back under my hands, her butt grinds up my groin. Breasts caressed…game on. I pull her in – butt to me. We move in synch, and from behind I reach around gliding my right hand diagonally across her body, from her right hip, to her left breast, back across the other one, diagonally down, across her stomach, down the outside of her thigh, round deep inside her thigh. I press my forearm against HER, and then slide the length of my arm up until I am cupping her tits and toy with her nipples. UNFAIR, my right hand is having all the fun. Switch, I slide my right hand inside a skirt cut and hold her tight while I caress, toy and slide everywhere with my left hand. Slide upwards over and across her left breast, down across her right breast, then again in reverse, then slowly down the full length of her left side, across her thigh. Another forearm slide all the way up and cup her breast – again, nipples – twist and pull and twist and twist and pull. The forearm slides are taking their toll. BALANCE, one needs balance in life. She reaches back to hold me tight. Both hands and now all over her. God how her mind gets lost in the moment when both her nipples are being worked over at the same time. The music is loud and energetic. That’s right, we’re on a dance floor and all that has happened has been done to the music that has been pulsing through and electrifying us on the floor. While we were in with the beat, we weren’t dancing – it was full on,full body vertical foreplay. I quickly look around, and others are mostly doing the standard dancing and grooving to the music – apart; their loss. She lets go of my hips and reaches up and around for the back of my head and turns her head to me. I reach around wrapping my arms across her chest, cupper her breasts really tight, I pull her in so tight with my arms that she can barely breath, and we lock lips and lose each other in deep infinite kiss. We are, and always have been, one. Wow, we’re on; she’s on. So far… one drink, one dance, and we are both lost in the erotic aura that is Sin City Fetish Club. It’s hard but we have stayed “legal” – no direct mouth or genital to genital contact or blatant direct hand to genital…massage. Throughout the ‘dance’ I occasionally look around – situational awareness. A couple of guys are spell bound. I turn her around and tell her to stay on the dance floor and have fun. I give her a “nice to have met you” peck and leave the cellar dance floor and head upstairs. Making space. I do a quick 2 minute tour, Sin City is now in its normal (for Sin City) vibe. Time, enough time? I go back down to the cellar dance floor. As anticipated, She is dancing with someone – someone we have never seen before. It might be Sinful, but I love watching her dance with what is for her, a “newbie”. He is kinda tall, height-weight decent, decent looking, and dressed for Sin in all black with a tight sleeveless tank. I slide around the edge of the dance floor to a darker spot where I can watch…her, them. Voyeur, guilty. They’re in a dance, kind of focused on each other, with some “courtesy” contact, his right hand gently on her hip. But and it’s a big but, the dance is awkward, he is still holding onto his drink, taking the odd sip. He just won’t put it down and focus on the feast in front of him. Well into the second song he takes a big sip and finally puts the drink down on a side shelf. The dancing is still mostly…. courtesy, but She is starting to work those hips. I am watching her, the hips. Its ok, its close, but no “contact”. Well into the third song, they are a bit closer, and even more focused on each other when She reaches up and forward and gently puts her right hand on his upper arm. He responds, and within two seconds he’s got both hands on her ass, and she has her arms on his with her hands behind his neck. Some light kisses, and talk, and light kisses, and talk. He brings one hand onto her back as they talk, then lightly kiss, then talk. He slides his hand around to her side ribs, no rebuff. He sides his hand around to her back again. He is tall, She is in her big heels, arms high up on his shoulders, her body up tall and straight – like they try to teach you in dance school. To get in closer She shifts slightly to one side, slightly straddling his right leg. Her hips, holey fuck her hips. She is doing that thing where she rhythmically moves her pussy forward and back, left to right, around and around. She doesn’t move far. She only move the distance it would take to really work over a good shaft. She’s not really “dancing”, she’s stretched up tall, straight, firm all the while working that sweet spot around as IF there was a shaft at the centre of her mind and body. Is that what WE look like. Take a breath. One more song and they break off the dance floor. She goes to an area off the dance floor that has two sofas. He buys couple of drinks and joins her. How nice. It’s kind of flattering when someone buys her a drink – and she is about ready for one. They sit, on the sofa, side by side, and chat and sip and chat and sip. I do a loop around the club. The Blond is dancing with her guy, but now she is top free, it’s in her hands. Sin City – always voted the best place in town to dance topless. The upper dance floor is busy with a blend of the whole club, a small group of young gays dancing and making comments to each other, a lesbian couple dancing with each other, a number of single guys dancing, mostly eying the hot ladies and trying to figure out how to slide in, and a number of straight couples starting to get their kink in gear. Everyone is starting to loosen up. I head back downstairs. She is still on the sofa, still chatting Her feet do need their rest if she is going to last the night. I get a drink from the downstairs bar, and keep one eye on the chatty chatties on the sofa and the other on the cellar dance floor. There is some decent eye candy on the dance floor: a nice looking young lady in a semi sheer body suit, some corsets, a semi sheer body suit with the sides cut out, a tall lady with a top that is a few strands of fine chain that nicely frames her upper body and frame her bare breasts. A fabulous frame for a nice dark and engorged pair of nipples. It’s Sin City. I enjoy my cocktail and chat with a regular, a lady in a close fitting teddy. After a bit, A gets off the sofa, and heads past me upstairs. I wait a minute, finish my cocktail, and agree to dance later with the teddy. She is pretty and nicely proportioned, so I do want to dance with her, but later. I head upstairs, find A and head out on the dance floor. After some heat, we head upstairs to the outside deck to cool off. We come back in and chat some more with the newbie couple we invited. After a bit, A heads to the main dance floor. She chats with a nice guy, slender, fit, wearing black leather pants, no shirt (hairless), and a latex batman mask on his face. I recall her dancing with him before, and it doesn’t take him long before they are into a hot dance. He works in a full upper body caress while they dance for a few songs. A disengages, it’s foot rest time. After a rest we go back down to the dance floor. I see one of the two cages on the “stage” are open, so up we go. We dance a bit, and then we get into some mock bondage. I put A’s hands on the bars, and She is not to let go. It’s a free ticket to explore her as I please. I love this, her “bound” and helpless as I work her over with my hands, my mouth, my bulge. I enjoy pulling up her blouse up for those who are watching, and giving each nipple a long awaited hard sucking. After a bit, we reverse rolls. The cages are on the “stage” which is about half a meter higher than the dance floor, and have a commanding view. At the end of my turn, I see her First on the main dance floor dancing by himself. I make a suggestion, and She goes down to the floor and starts dancing near him. He quickly, did I say quickly, moves in and they start dancing hot. He is not shy or restrained any more. Her ass is well explored, grabbed and pulled in tight. He slides his hand from her back to her ribs, and now he teases her nipples with his thumb, and soon has his fun pulling and twisting her nipple. The kisses now have passion, the ass grab has passion, the rhythmic groin grind has passion; yeah they are into each other. Me, I am in the cage, solo dancing, with the best view in the house. After 3 songs, She starts to disengage, foot rest time; so She gives him a nice “thank you kiss” with both hands on his face. He does the same, two hand her face, with a don’t go yet kiss, She responds with a little more dancing and another good bye kiss, and he does the same. It was real cute. She is sending totally mixed signals. She needs to rest, but doesn’t want to stop, need to rest – don’t want to stop; need to rest, but don’t stop. Finally, after one more ever so sweet kiss, She leaves the floor for a foot break. In the mean time, on the dance floor, there is a pretty lady in a black fishnet cami having a slow dance completely and tightly sandwiched between two guys. Her date is in front of her and the third behind her reaching around and caressing her tits. All three are smiling. Just a bit over, a bi-curious lady who also loves to dance with others, especially ladies, is dancing close and from behind with a guy I know is not her hubby. The Blond is close by. The two ladies make eye contact, and the Blond snugs in behind the lady, who reaches back and nicely takes hold of the Blond’s camel toe. The Blond pushes in a bit closer onto the hand, and big eyes and smiles are exchanged between both ladies, and the Blond’s date. They keep the chain together for a full song, and then break off. I head off the stage and go upstairs to find A. Just off the stairs is a chained off area. In it the Latex Sub is standing wonderfully tall, in her cheek high latex leggings, garter and thong, but the corset is gone. A truly lovely form, standing so tall and beautifully exposed. A Dom, but not her Dom, is proceeding to do a full on rope tie. He is making an elaborate job of tying one leg to a length of rope. Her Dom is just outside the zone, watching his prize getting roped. We chat a bit. He loves the rope thing, but hasn’t mastered this BDSM skill; yet. Fast forward half an hour, and the Latex Sub is fully tied tight, very well, her tits stick out between the ropes, and she is so well tied that she is actually horizontal, right side down, one leg tucked and tied somehow. She is hanging a meter off the ground from a sling. She looks totally hot, and comfortable. Her Dom has asked, but the house rule stands, no photography. Pity, his prize, tied, hanging, helpless, comfortable (I think as she does not look to be in any kind of distress), and while he will probably never forget this, they have no Kodak to recall the moment. Oh yea, I was looking for A. I find A at the same table we started the night at, chatting with couple we talked into coming to Sin. They had smiles, and yeah they will be back. They have a long drive home, and bid us goodnight. A shared cocktail later and A and I go to a spot overlooking the dance floor. Most nights, I get to pick one guy for A to dance with. Sometimes – they are gay and just say no. Others, I pick have been watching A all night, but they don’t dance. Others dance; they just don’t move like Jagger or are too polite to work A over. For this treat, my treat, my chance to pick one guy for her to dance with, I have spotted a single guy, head shaved(?),wearing a black masculine mesh shirt, our age-ish, very fit, a bit rugged looking, kind of looks like a Paratrooper. He has been trying to dance with some ladies near him, to no avail. A agrees, and moves in to dance near him to see if he takes the bait. They both seem to look past or away at the wrong moment, so the uptake is taking time. Out of nowhere, a “furrie”, a young guy wearing nothing but underwear and a fur hat, slides in and starts up a dance with A. It’s a decent, by that I mean indecent dance with medium heat. After a couple of songs, they disengage. She come back up to me. She remarks that he is totally gay, but he just wanted to dance with her. All’s good, we take a short high heels break, and then we head back down to the dance floor. A cage is open, so up we go. We bump and grind. I put her hands on the bars again and explore her again. I pull her close and start giving her a strong back rub, and she takes it all in, all without letting go. High heels and lower backs just don’t pair well. A song later and A reciprocates. This time, tonight, she’s got claws on. She reaches under my shirt and lightly claws me. My skin just explodes with WOW. She normally doesn’t’ have claws, and this would have been a finger pull – a muscle chase massage. Tonight its claws. My skin tingled. I told her what was happening, and said harder. She looks at me “Really?”, YES! She claws me again, down my back. My skin tingles, the nearby muscles uncontrollably twitch. I squirm, but I don’t let go of the bar. She scribes me again and again, delighting in the effect She is having on me. “Again” I tell her. She starts clawing my chest with her nails, all over my chest, one slow strong scribe after another, and especially pulling all her claws around my nipples. I am twitching, I am squirming, but holy crap this feels totally fucking erotic. She has found the right pressure to use, the line between pain and ecstasy. She slides down and starts clawing up the inside of my thigh – I am twitching, is this pain or ecstasy – I am not sure. She is clawing up higher. As she approaches the jewels I cannot decide if I want to risk the jewels. The claws are hot; the claws hurt; the jewels may just explode in pain or explode in ecstasy, and I really don’t know which. She turns the claws out the last moment, again and again. I let go of the bars, and we crush each other in an infinite kiss; we are one. From the cage I see the Paratrooper is on the floor, dancing alone. I whisper into Her ear, “him, try again, BUT, this time, CLAW him, and see what he does”. She nods, and off the stage she goes, essentially straight to him. This time they engage, quickly, actually very quickly for a newbie dance partner. They dance close, she’s doing that micro grind and she is clawing his arm and shoulder. They close in as if to kiss but instead he turns it into cheek to cheek. Is he French? A Foreign Legionnaire? They’re synching, their hot, and the cheek to cheek thing is adding to the whole chase thing. It’s different, most guys try to tongue tickle her tonsils. I have come off the stage for a closer voyeur. Another song starts up, and they’re hot, deep into each other, but stable. I look around and see the Latex Sub is now kneeling against an Ottoman on the stage. Her Dom is moderately flogging her with a riding crop, so I watch for a few moments. I turn around and the Paratrooper has A against the wall, legs apart a bit, arms apart and up as high as they go. They have locked hands together, as high as A can reach. It looks just like they are both bound to the same St Andrews Cross. He has commanding presence about him. He is dominating over her. She is responding completely as they court each other, body to body, with their hands bound to the same virtual cross. Fuck this is hot. If this wasn’t Sin City, he would have been deep in her, and I wouldn’t have missed that for the world. A and the Paratrooper disengage after one more song. I think they both forgot to breath. I look around and the Latex Sub’s flogging is over and they are off the stage. The Blond is on the stage, top off, and swinging from some kind of gymnasts ring. She has finally decided to show the club what an exceptional job her surgeon did on her. It’s getting late. A’s feet hurt, and it is time to call it a night. Her First dancer has been at the edge the floor, watching A. He desperately wants in, and steps in A’s way off the dance floor. They quickly embrace, deep throat for a bit. A disengages. She wants to go home but needs to WC before we leave, so I do one last loop. Nothing much – it’s slowing down. Along the back wall the lady in the black fishnet cami (the sandwich) is with her date for whom she has pulled her cami down. He is suckling tenderly on her perky little tit. It is that time for end of date pair bonding. We undo the coat check, put on our vanilla clothes, walk back towards the car; past all the college hanging around the Blarney stone boasting to each other what a hot night they’ve had. As we pass them we smile at each other, for we are one.  |
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Damn you're sure are getting it on up there. wish I was up ya'll, but if you ever decide to come down here for a while i some hot spots that I know you will really enjoy.. play on playa's play on.
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sexy lady glad she had fun
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Still looking gorgeous. Would love to get in touch again. Sir Rob
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1 post 8/28/2019 9:48 am |
Great play by play on a fun, sexy night. A good story on what naughtiness can take place on Date Night.
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