Wednesday, February 26, 2014

'Buns 'n' Bowties' and Silly Boys

Posted By on Wed, Feb 26, 2014 at 9:30 AM

When I saw that Uptown Cabaret was hosting an all-male revue, I felt it was my sexological duty to attend. I grew up watching the Chippendales perform on The Donahue Show, with their trademark cuffs and collars, but I had never seen them live. As luck would have it, I recently made friends with Ava, a woman with connections to Charlotte's community of strippers, madams, escorts and the men who love them. She invited me to join her and her friends for a wild night out.

We started with a stop at the Midnight Diner. Heads turned as we made our way to the big corner booth. I was with women who were obviously well taken care of: hair and nails perfect, flawless skin and makeup, expensive jewelry, six-inch heels, and a WGAF attitude. I was prepared to feel insecure in their company, but they were friendly and welcoming. I think they liked the idea that they were going to educate the "expert."


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Friday, February 21, 2014

Duke University freshman who moonlights as a porn star tells her story

Posted By on Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 3:45 PM

To avoid graduating from the pricy Duke University with debt, a freshman has taken to staring in adult films. To no one's surprised, she's experienced a fair share of slut shaming since a student revealed her identity.

  • Duke University Archives (flickr)

I'm not going to look for her true identity - that's neither here nor there. But I will share her blog post and a few hopefully thought-provoking questions:

Would this be as big a deal if she went to, oh, I dunno, NYU?

If a male freshman at Duke was doing porn, would he turn into frat bait, too?

She says she wants her privacy protected, but she performs in public in the most revealing way. Is she really, as she says, "not ashamed of porn"?

An Internet troll argued she was too young to know what she was getting into. If the girl is smart enough to get into Duke, is it safe to assume she's capable enough of navigating her formative years?

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Confessions of a Southern Slut, part 4

Posted By on Fri, Feb 21, 2014 at 2:36 PM

Ho. Ly. Shit. I still can't believe what happened last night actually happened last night. That shit in 50 Shades of Grey is no joke. I have the blood and vomit stains on my dress to prove it.

Don looked like your typical Charlotte tight ass. He wore a suit and tie, carried a handsome leather briefcase, and drove a shiny black BMW. He looked boring as fuck. When I asked Don to meet up for a drink after work, I had pure intentions. He's successful and I wanted to pick his brain about strategies for advancing in my field. I thought it might be fun to tease him a little, but up until that point we had not even flirted, so I didn't expect much.

We sat at the bar and ordered a couple drinks. We did start out talking about business. He had some valuable insights into the company and where it was headed. I wondered if I should go back to school to beef up my resume. He said I was better off to save that money and find ways to better showcase what I already know and do well. His career path was a bit unorthodox and he challenged me to think creatively about my path.

And then he asked me about my relationship, or lack there of. (Danger! Danger!) I told him that I was taking a break from relationships and pursuing pleasure instead. I was exploring hedonism. He calmly took off his suit coat, loosened his tie, and ordered another round.

Don was six months post break-up. He admitted that he sometimes gets lonely, but then confided that being single again has been wonderful because it allows him to indulge his fantasies. He decided that before getting into another relationship, he wanted to try anything and everything.

Don was getting more interesting by the minute...

He paid the bill and walked me to my car. He thought I was a bit too tipsy to drive and he invited me up to his condo across the street to sober up. How convenient. I took him up on the offer. I walked in and went straight to the wall of windows overlooking the city. I was trying to make out some landmarks when he walked up behind me, lifted up my dress, and slid down my panties. I turned around to kiss him but he put his hands on my shoulders and motioned me to my knees.

(He said later that he'd never kiss me because kissing is intimate and he didn't want me to catch feelings for him. Who is he? Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?)

I sucked his cock as he leaned against the windows.

He wanted me to deep throat him but I told him I didn't know how. "Just relax" he said as he pushed his dick farther down my throat. I started to gag and apologized, but he told me he liked to see me gag. My willingness to succumb to him was hot, he told me. After I actually did gag down the front of my dress, I started to take it off and get more comfortable, but he told me not to. "Keep it on," he demanded. The messier I got, the more turned on he got.

Eventually, I needed to take a break. I laid back on the floor, splayed across his plush white rug, exhausted and exhilarated. It was dark except for the city lights shining through the windows. I saw him kneel down between my knees. I felt something press into my pussy. I assumed he was fucking me. He was, but not with his dick. He was fisting me, though I didn't know it at the time. It felt amazing to be so full of him. He was tender but brutal too.

"You're bleeding," he said. I sat up and could see a stain on the red rug. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry!" I was mortified. That rug probably cost what I make in a month! He smiled, maybe even laughed. I think he took that blood stain as a badge of honor. "I had my hand in you up to here!" he bragged as he pointed to his elbow.

I must have had a look of horror on my face because he quickly assured me, "Damn, that was hot!" I was pleased that he was so pleased. But I was also sore.

He brought me a glass of water and helped me gather up my things. As we walked to the elevator, I noticed he had a dozen or so tattoos. "That's hot!" I laughed. I told him I had always thought he was super boring, but now I know his dirty secret. "Why did you show me that side of you?" I asked him. "We work together, how do you know I'm not going to trash you?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "You looked like you needed it."

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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Lovely things to do this month

Posted By on Tue, Feb 4, 2014 at 10:59 AM

Love it or hate it, Valentine's Day is almost here. I may not get flowers or chocolates from a lover, but who cares? What I am going to get is off my ass! There are some fantastic events going on this month in the Q.C. I'm going to be a V-day slut and try them all - from jazz songs to men in thongs. I heart February!

LoveMake at Dupp & Swat: What's the recipe for making love? LoveMake has the right idea: cocktails, massages and desserts. Single or coupled up, this event is about indulging your senses. Come make massage bars with me! I don't know what they are but they sound scandalous. $25. Feb. 6, 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. 2424 N. Davidson St., Suite 112B.

Jazz for Lovers at Bechtler Museum of Modern Art: Swoon and sway as Toni Tupponce, aka "the sexiest voice in Charlotte," sings with the Ziad Jazz Quartet. It will be the price of admission just to hear her sing "Lover Man (Oh,Where Can You Be?)." $12 (free for museum members). Feb. 7, 8:15 p.m. 420 S. Tryon St..

Purgatory 56: St. Valentine's Day Massacre at Amos' Southend: Need a place to unleash? (Or to be leashed, if you're into that.) Indulge your voyeuristic or exhibitionist tendencies at Purgatory. VIP passes get you special access to fetish demonstrations. $12-$15. Feb. 8, 8 p.m. to 2 a.m. 1423 S. Tryon St.

Buns N Bowties at Uptown Cabaret: What is it about male strippers that is so ridiculous? I just can't take them seriously. But if they don't dance to "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" wearing nothing but chaps, I will be sorely disappointed. For reservations, call 704-493-5653. Feb. 9, 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. 108 E. Morehead St.

Mingling for a Cure at Dandelion Market: Carolinas Matchmaker and Guys and Dolls of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation are hosting a mixer for professional singles in their 20's and 30's. Laurie Berzack, matchmaker extraordinaire, will be on hand to guide you. $15-$20. Feb. 12, 6:30 p.m. 118 W. 5th St.

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