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LIBERTINE DREAMS – SHE WAS BROWN WITH BEAUTIFUL BLACK HAIR

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a gentlemen’s club. Working full-time, creating stories, content, shooting videos, and working hard

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a gentlemen’s club.

Working full time, creating stories, content, shooting videos, and working hard on my self-funded movie project, my libertine side has taken a back seat for what seems like forever and a day, but it’s definitely time for that to change.

I’m much older than I was when I was in the clubs almost every night. That young version of me was all the way in and committed to the life. It seems like such a long time ago. However, it’s never too late to get back in where you fit in.

Will I still draw the attention of the beautiful young ladies as I once did? Getting in my best shape and adding a brand new wardrobe won’t hurt, that’s for sure. Unfortunately, I can’t make myself any younger, so I have to work with what I’ve got as far as looks go.

How did it go tonight? Well, I went to a club that is known for being bougie, talent and staff. The whole atmosphere is as if, “You’re not really welcomed, we’ll tolerate you…for now, but, unless you have a ton of money to spend, we suggest you only look at and admire our dyed blonde, fake boobed, lyposucked, lip-injected beauties. If they insult you or are rude, take that as a compliment. You’re lucky they even gave you any attention at all. If you don’t like it, good. We don’t need you.” If you’re from Dallas, you probably know the club I’m speaking of. However, I don’t remember it being as pretentious. Maybe it’s me. It’s been a while, and I don’t know anyone there anymore.

I then went down and across the road a bit to Buck’s Cabaret. It didn’t disappoint. It’s the same as I’d remembered. All new faces, though. Many beautiful girls of all ethnicities. The music was great, and it had a nice crowd. This is a Tuesday. That’s impressive.

I caught a couple eyes and some attention. One had passed me a few times. She was brown with beautiful black hair. She was shapely and mature. I wasn’t sure if she was on staff or was a dancer. Girls will often pass by to give you an opportunity to stop them to talk.

On my way out, I decided to approach her and say a few words. She saw me and we both smiled. However, a guy with a bottled beer up to his lips unknowingly cut in front of me and stepped to her. I backed away a few steps and put my flirt on pause.

He was a talker, though. The more he talked, the closer he got to her. She’d side-eyed me a couple times as if she was asking me to hold on a few moments, but I’d decided that I’d have to catch up with her another time.

I’m still playing it cool and feeling my way. There’s no need to rush anything. Maybe I’ll see her next time.

There are a couple more clubs I want to check out again, but Buck’s Cabaret will no doubt be one of my favorites.

Creole Gaudet

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.23 – TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCH ME, I WANT TO BE DIRTY

MOCKINGBIRD STATION – 11:37 p.m.

“Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me. I wanna be diirrrty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night.” Sway was still singing the song from the wedding scene as we rode the down escalator to the track level.

“You had fun? You liked it?”

“Yup… I did.” She clucked her tongue playfully as she brushed my shoulders, picking raw rice from my hair. “And now I want to fuck you stupid.”

I laughed. “Like everyone out here didn’t just hear you say that.” We stepped onto the platform. I glanced at the arrival sign. The Orange Line was ten minutes away. “Now you got all these people looking at us.”

Sway grabbed me by the crotch, teasing. “Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me. I wanna be diirrrty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night.”

She quickly turned, scanning, focusing on the darker areas of the platform. “I know what you’re thinking and no…”

“Why?” She pointed. “We can go riiiiight over there and no one will see us.”

“That’s the tunnel, Sway, for the incoming train?”

“Yeah, but there’s not one coming for six minutes. I’ll get you off before that and we’ll be back here on this side…”

“Ain’t happening! There are cameras everywhere.”

Sway stepped back a couple feet, grinning mischievously as she bounced and danced with her hands on her hips. She pointed to me with an outstretched arm. “I want to ask you something, Andre.”

“What?”

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Did you know?”

“What are you doing?”

“Did you know?!”

“Did I know what?!”

“I’m just a sweet transvestite… Sweet transvestiiiiiite… From Transsexual… Transylvaniaaaaaa… huh, huuuuuuh.”

THE W – MIDNIGHT

We’d made out the entire ride up the elevator. We entered our room.

I’d hung my jacket and was placing my wallet onto the counter when I noticed Sway had fully undressed and was removing her panties.

Maybe it was the angle or perhaps from my perspective, but her pussy seemed even fatter. “I’m going to go and take a quick shower, okay?”

“No! Take off your clothes and get on the bed… Right in the middle on your back.”

As I released my buttons, she watched my every move. “You want me here?”

“Yes, that’s good.” She climbed in front of me. “I’m going to need you to let me take charge.”

Sway eased her fingertips lightly along my inner thighs. I jerked involuntarily from the sensation. She then placed her nose to my scrotum, inhaling me. Her voice had lowered to the rasp of a purring kitten. “You smell so fucking good, daddy.”

Sway took my sack into her hand, squeezing and tugging at my balls as she stroked me to full erection. “I want this dick hard.”

I stiffened as she swirled her tongue around the head. “Relax.”

“It’s hard to relax when your dick is being licked.”

“Maybe if I just suck it instead… Like this?”

“Oh, shit, Sway.”

“Andre, with you, I’m in control of my mind; my emotions… I don’t have to fake or pretend. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it makes sense to me.”

“I don’t even know how passionate I’m capable of being, you know? But I knew it would come from love.” She took me to the back of her throat, pushing me in, humming and moaning.

“Fuck, Sway. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“I want to fuck you every day all day, Andre.”

“Ooh, not so hard…”

“You want your nuts sucked a little softer, daddy?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

She engulfed me entirely, running her tongue in circles. “How’s that?”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

“I just have to learn how you like it. That’s all.”

“Yeah…that’s all…”

“What’s this? Some pre-cum?” She gripped my base, milking me, drawing it to the top. “Mmmm, you got that yummy yummy.”

Sway climbed atop me. “Are you ready for this pussy?” She rubbed me between her labia and against her clit. “Fuck! I’m so fucking wet! Your whole dick is shining with my pussy juice.”

She grabbed her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipples. “Look at how hard they are… You want one? You want to suck on one of these?”

My attempt to latch was halted. “No! I don’t want you to move. I’m in charge.” She slowly lowered to my lips. “There you go… That’s it… Take that titty.”

Creole Gaudet

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LIBERTINE DREAMS – THE GAMEROOM IS NO MORE

I’d told you guys about me hanging out with Cathy at the game room on Harry Hines and how notorious these places were for getting robbed.

I’d had my back against a wall the entire time we were there, and I was constantly watching the front and rear entrances. I’d even mapped it out and had a couple of escape options in mind just in case.  You must always be alert when in a place like this. 

It was about a week or so ago when armed robbers came in and hit the game room. 

I haven’t gotten all the details yet, but I’ve learned that there was a fatality, and it has been shut down. The game room is no more. 

That means that a business owner is out of business, workers have lost their jobs, and, unfortunately, someone has lost their life. 

Why is it that the tough guys always prey upon the hardscrabble working person who’s just getting by or is barely making it?

Why don’t they go after the corrupt politicians or these corporations that are robbing us all blind? Why not rob them back?

Are they afraid? 

Is it mental conditioning to where they’ve been programmed to leave the wealthy alone and only hurt themselves?

I’ll never understand it.

Creole Gaudet

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.22 – “HIS NAME WAS GERALD”

THE W – COOK HALL – 7:40 p.m.

Sway and I had come down for dinner. It was casual. We were both in denims and shirts. We’d ordered burgers and fries.

“That was good. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“You slept all day and didn’t even have breakfast or lunch.”

I slurped at the last of the cola from my glass. “I’m full though.”

“Andre, I have something to talk to you about.” She smiled sheepishly, looking through the windows. She then turned to me. “I have to work some things out. I might even need counseling at some point.”

“Sure.”

“I want to at least get this one thing off my chest, though. I haven’t told anybody about it…”

“You want to tell me?”

“I don’t want to keep putting everything on you, you know?”

“Sway, that’s what I’m here for.”

“I know.”

“I hope you’ll be there for me when I need you.”

“I will.”

“Okay, talk to me.”

“Well… It’s like all my dreams were destroyed… Can I go all the way back to the beginning?”

“You can start from wherever you want.”

“When I was a little girl, I wanted to find the perfect boy and grow up and raise a family. And I’ve found that perfect boy, man, when I found you, Andre, but it wasn’t the way I dreamed it would be.

“I would graduate high school, go off to college, and meet him on campus. He’d be like the most popular guy that all the girls wanted, but he would only want me.

“We’d walk around holding hands. We’d go to all the events…

“Then we would graduate and start our own careers or whatever. And after we’d made it and were secure, we would start a family. I’d want a boy and a girl.”

“What about your singing?”

“That could be my career too, but my man and my family would come first.”

“That’s beautiful, Sway…”

“I can still see him…”

“Your college dude?”

“No. Him.”

“Him, who?”

With her table napkin, she chased a tear speeding down her cheek. “His ugly face, smiling with those rotted teeth and that nasty beard.”

“Who, baby? Who are we talking about now?”

“That trick.”

“What trick?”

“Do you remember me telling you about my first time…?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Gerald knew I was a virgin…”

“His name was Gerald?”

“Yes…he’s one of their regulars. He could have left or said no.” Her expression hardened. “He forced me to suck his nasty little dick. I tried telling him that I didn’t have any experience with all that. He forced me anyway, making me lick and suck his hairy balls and asshole.”

I reached across the table, taking her hands in mine. “I’m so sorry, Sway.”

“I wanted to throw up. I wished I had a knife or a gun. I would have killed him right then and there, and I wouldn’t have felt guilty. It wouldn’t have even been on my conscience.

“After it was over, he tossed the eighty dollars at me and walked out.

“I remember going out onto the balcony, watching as he drove off in that truck.”

“What did it look like? You’d know it if you saw it again?”

“I’ll never forget it. It was red… An eighteen-wheeler with Smith’s Trucking on the door in white letters.

“He looked up to me and waved, still smiling with that fucked up mouth… Do you ever wish for someone to die?”

“I have.”

“I know it’s wrong… But…”

“I understand. I’m more than sure his day will come. He’ll get his.”

VICTORY PARK LANE – 8:15 p.m.

“How are we getting there, Andre?”

“We’re taking the Orange line.”

“The DART train?”

“Yeah, it’s just up the block. It stops right at The Angelika at Mockingbird.”

“I haven’t been on one in a long time.”

“We’ll have fun.”

THE ANGELIKA – 8:55 p.m.

“Look, Andre!” We approached the ticket counter. “Why are all these people in costumes?”

I laughed. “I don’t know!” We ordered a large popcorn and sodas. I pulled out my phone and did an image search for The Rocky Horror Picture Show. “Look, Sway… They’re dressed just like the characters in the movie!”

The attendant, a young gay ginger with freckles, handed me my receipt. “This must be your first time.”

“My first time?”

“Rocky Horror.”

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

He grinned, pointed to us, and turned to the crowd. “Virgins!”

The room filled with chants. “Virgins, virgins, virgins…!”

Creole Gaudet

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