40 Sporty & Sexy

So, as LemonDrop has explained, the night of partial male nudity was quite enjoyable as predicted. I have never seen a group of hotter 40-50 year olds in my entire life! They had some of the best bodies I have ever seen! My favourite though, had to be the 29 year old. He came out right after the extremely buff Latin Dancer who had velcro pants and was able to whip them off and shake his very firm bottom around, so when 29 came up and he was short, kinda scrawny with a full suit on I was prepared to be dissapointed. Luckily, I has happily surprised when he removed his top exposing a nipple ring, and finally his pants as he sported a black man-thong. I will give him this much - that is the largest package I have ever seen especially on one soo small. (And seeing big dicks in porn doesnt count - only ones you get to see in real life)

But this whole experience taught me some very valuable things. (a) Large groups of single middle-aged women getting ready to see men undress is a revolutionists wet dream. No longer is there need for guns, or poorly trained geurilla soldiers...no no, the day I decide to take over the world is the day I hit a 40's single bar, tell the women that there are naked men and free booze waiting for them in the white house and then sit back and watch the destruction as my army of sex deprived, depressed women fearing the onset of wrinkles and saggy breasts claw their way past homeland security. *evil cackle*(b) No matter where or when you go, the women's washroom will ALWAYS have a line up. I am convinced now that women either have the smallest bladders in the world or we are on some sort of universal Urine Clock that goes off at the same time for everyone. (c) I have a serious man-bum fetish. That is right I admit it - I love ass - Secretly I have been harbouring the desires of a gay black man beneath my white female exterior. It was 29 that really set me off - the perkiness of his ass, the way it slightly jiggled as he danced, the way the light bounced off his ass dimples. *sigh*

From this experience I have now decided that since I have tried picking men based on their personality, sense of humour, intelligence, and boyish charm - Instead I will be changing my name to Shaniqua, my personal anthem to "Baby got Back", and choosing my men based on the way their ass bounces as they walk.