The Beautiful Kind

Since I’m an exhibitionist, a freak, and have guts of steel, I’ve been to The Colony several times. It’s always interesting, and sometimes it’s even sexy. It’s rare to find people you want to fool around with, but at the very least you get to have sex in public with the person you came with, as well as watch other people fuck.

It’s very surreal to be sitting in a dim room with porn flickering weakly, surrounded by a sea of couches with couples moaning and writhing about. The first time I went, I sat on one of the couches and felt something wet under my thigh. GROSS. From then on I knew to bring a towel with me.

One time I put on a show for a bunch of guys (totally hot if they keep their distance, but the moment they move in too close, fugetaboutit). I got eaten, and I came loudly. I blew my guy, then stripped and got fucked, my pale skin glowing in the dark. A small Latino guy was with his woman the next couch over, and watched intently. Months later, I ran into him again there. He was alone this time, and reported that his woman got pregnant, dumped him, and that he has dreamed about me ever since. How sweet.

We hooked up with a couple once - the woman was hot and the man was a psychologist at one of the local universities. But another time, I gots tricked. A trolly little woman came up to me and my guy as he did me doggy and asked if she could eat me as he fucked me. I thought, oh why not, it’s not like I’d see her face, and he’d probably like his nuts licked as he went to town. But uh oh, it was just a way for her husband, who was trailing behind her, to get an “in.” He was even MORE troll, and he stood in front of me with his small cock out. Talk about an awkward situation. Luckily he didn’t do anything except silently suggest I might want to suck on it, since it was right there and all, and I just turned my head.

One of the most memorable times was when I put on this great show and all these guys stood around and whacked off. One of them looked like Colonel Sanders, an old guy with a beard and white suit. You can imagine how funny it was to watch the Colonel choke his chicken. After I finished, I put my clothes back on and walked up the aisle haughtily. The pervs parted respectfully and murmured in awe, “Thank you.”