I know it goes beyond my better judgment but sometimes I just can't help letting some of my true kinky and subversive colors show to some of our patrons, especially in Private Pleasures. Pants down and eager for fantasy fulfillment the men regularly ask me what I am into sexually. On the surface this may appear to be a inclusive and inviting question, showing that this experience is supposed to be intimate and fun for both of us. However, one must never be fooled.
What they REALLY want to hear are a few scripted and predicted scenarios:
"Mmmm I like to fuck girls and boys. I bet you'd like to see me grab a hottie from stage and show you how wet we can get..."
"I like big hard cocks buried deep in my little slit from behind. Just like this...want to see?"
Moments later the overstimulated gentleman's trigger will go off and he won't think a millisecond more about my person or sexual desires. Though this phenomenon is totally legitimate and, really, expected behavior, sometimes my inner rebel, probably leftover from my soapbox hollering punk days, has to push the limits.
A couple of times I've started out slow, following their lead with a line that could be out of a cheesy porn magazine that is sure to get their juices flowing then inserting more provocative statements as I go alluding to me liking to be tied up, hit, suffocated, and bruised, watching boys fuck each other, or being a tranny chaser. Any one of these topics almost always result in a befuddled expression on the poor blokes face and an obvious decrease in blood pressure.
Alas I never like to disappoint or rob my faithful visitors of a hot and steamy fantasy session so after I've finished my experiment I immediately jump back into my mainstream porno suit and finish them off with more of the softcore phrases they like. While the motive for such behavior is entirely selfish, I wouldn't consider it to be unkind, and, while this may be a stretch, I hope that my poking and prodding might help open up some of them to some new possibilities.