57. Strip clubs.
I have a thing for stripper clubs and girls. I want to go to one and have one of the girls dance for me.
I am extremely attracted to pole dancing, especially when done skillfully, not just rubbing against the pole.
Male strippers do absolutely nothing for me, I think their “dance” is forced, their movements mechanical, hurriedly learned, and made difficult by their overly muscled bodies.
I have a special fantasy involving a strip club. In my country (I really don’t know how many others have this custom) after the religious wedding takes place and everyone goes at the restaurant to celebrate the wedding by eating and dancing, at some point during the night someone steals the bride, and she is taken somewhere to await being ransomed by the groom.
Some brides are taken somewhere with a view, or a club, or behind the restaurant where the wedding party takes place, it depends on the stealer’s imagination.
Anywaaaaaay, [when I’ll get married, in the very, very far future,and there’s a big IF] I want to be taken to a strip club, where me and the girls could do a mini-show, we’d drink together, I’d get covered in glitter and feathery accessories, we’d take loads of pictures together, or with me hitting on the girls, some almost-porn… all in all FUN!
Only the image of the sluttied wedding gown is enough to make me ecstatic, never mind the ACTUAL actions.