Alternative Clubs in Toronto?

[satinmarabana]

I'm in Toronto on business and I'm just so pent up tonight. I feel like I want to go out somewhere erotic... and see what happens. Anyone know of a good, safe place in Toronto? It would be a dream to meet a sissy for some playtime but the way I feel right now, I'd be open to meeting another woman...

 

[satinmarabana]

Well, I guess I'm going to head out. There are some adult places nearby my hotel. I'll ask some of the girls there...

 

[KirstyTV]

I can't help with the clubs... but wish you a safe and hopefully pleasurable journey!

 

[neon_noodle]

Wish I was in Toronto tonight.

I'd dress up in my sluttiest schoolgirl costume, with heels, fishets, and a short plaid skirt.

I'd like you pick me up, and take me back to your hotel room, so you could fuck me like the cheap slut I am.

 

[satinmarabana]

Okay, kids. There was a strip club near my hotel on Yonge street so I went there hoping to talk to the women and get some tips. After I got there, I found myself enjoying the show and the attention and I let my lesbian urges sort of run wild in my head as I watched them dance. One of the dancers, Marla, came to sit with me. She assured me that they would get a lot of lesbians in the club and that she really liked them, that she was bi. I know it was all a spiel for the clientele, but heck, it was my fantasy so I let myself believe she was telling the truth.

We talked about dancing at the club, how she got started. She told me about the first girl she was with. It got pretty explicit and I was getting wet when Marla suggested we go somewhere private. That, of course, was $40 but we got a semi-enclosed room where she got naked. I was trembling now, so close to actually touching another woman sexually like I'd been craving. I don't know if we were breaking rules or not, but she pressed her breasts to my mouth and I sucked them eagerly. She took my hand to press against her shaved pussy and I felt her lips and soft skin.

We had to stop too soon and I was at the edge of asking for more or to see her afterward when she made an excuse that she had to dance again, but she'd be back. I found a booth by the wall and touched myself as I watched her dance. I like to think she could see what I was doing but probably not past the stage lights. My fingers danced and I came remembering how she felt with me.

After her dance, she sat with me some more. This time her fingers briefly snuck up my skirt and discovered my soaked satin panties. We laughed about it, and talked for a while longer before I left to go back to my hotel. I wanted to be alone with her again but she had gently deflected my queries about when she would get off work. And I was about out of money, at least as much as I was willing to spend on this little adventure.

If strip clubs are like this in the U.S., I might have to find some around home.