tl;dr: I got blown and therefore regard this evening's extracurricular activity to have been a success.
There was even a woman there - attractive even - but I had the sense she wasn't looking for anything but a romantic night with her man.
That's not always the case. It's common for women to enjoy fornicating in front of an audience. On very rare occasion, women turn up who want to do the dirty with every last man in the place.
I was disappointed at first, I expect because the superbowl had Portland's degenerates otherwise occupied. I did not at first see the woman as she and her man were behind an oddly out of place wooden structure. I figured the management used that for storage. But this evening I noticed a man enter it through the door. It was then that I realized the structure consisted of six Glory Hole Booths.
In pornographic motion picture theaters men often have totally meaningless, anonymous sex with each other. With the aid of a glory hole one can get it on with a complete stranger without obtaining the first clue as to what one's partner even looks like.
After receiving fellatio I went across the street to a really high-end tea shop. There were many kinds of high-class teas to choose from but I wasnt really in the mood to decide which among them would get brewed for my cup.
"What would you like?"
"Surprise me with your favorite."
"Caffeine ot no caffeine?"
"Caffeine."
From time to time I ask a restaurant waitress to surprise me. They always have the same reaction as did the guy on Star Trek when Spock said to him "I am lying". So I was quite delighted that the barista was into it.
Without a doubt she gave me a cup of uncommonly exotic tea but it was everything I could do to drink all of it. It really tasted foul. I am absolutely serious. It was like that fancy coffee whose beans are fed to weasels or some such, then collected from that weasel's turds when it is to be brewed.
I Am Absolutely Serious.
But drink it I did because I did not want my barista to be disappointed or insulted. It tasted better to me after I drank about half the cup.
I debated whether I should go home or go back to the theater. Really I should have gone home, but one has unlimited re-entry all day long and I did not want that valuable commodity to go to waste.
Back in the theater I shook hands with William Jefferson Clinton for a little while but realized I just wasn't into it anymore and so went home.
Portland's Oregon Theater is quite a long way from where I live. I can easily get there on the bus and the light rail, but it's two hours each way.
There is a video shop that is far closer, that is also equipped with glory holes in all but one of its video booth. The booth without the glory hole is quite large and contains a desk.
Yes: a desk. Just like what your keyboard rests on when you're at work. I remain puzzled by that one.
No chair though.
Upon arriving home I had a couple slices of 7-Eleven pizza. That is damn near the cheapest pizza known to Man but it's so much less expensive than Domino's that I can set aside its inferior crust and take gustatory delight that I am saving so much money that I could go to the porno theater TWICE with the money I save.
The 7-Eleven cashier doesn't even expect a tip. How cool is that?
A Night At The Skinflicks
tl;dr: I got blown and therefore regard this evening's extracurricular activity to have been a success.
There was even a woman there - attractive even - but I had the sense she wasn't looking for anything but a romantic night with her man.
That's not always the case. It's common for women to enjoy fornicating in front of an audience. On very rare occasion, women turn up who want to do the dirty with every last man in the place.
I was disappointed at first, I expect because the superbowl had Portland's degenerates otherwise occupied. I did not at first see the woman as she and her man were behind an oddly out of place wooden structure. I figured the management used that for storage. But this evening I noticed a man enter it through the door. It was then that I realized the structure consisted of six Glory Hole Booths.
In pornographic motion picture theaters men often have totally meaningless, anonymous sex with each other. With the aid of a glory hole one can get it on with a complete stranger without obtaining the first clue as to what one's partner even looks like.
After receiving fellatio I went across the street to a really high-end tea shop. There were many kinds of high-class teas to choose from but I wasnt really in the mood to decide which among them would get brewed for my cup.
"What would you like?"
"Surprise me with your favorite."
"Caffeine ot no caffeine?"
"Caffeine."
From time to time I ask a restaurant waitress to surprise me. They always have the same reaction as did the guy on Star Trek when Spock said to him "I am lying". So I was quite delighted that the barista was into it.
Without a doubt she gave me a cup of uncommonly exotic tea but it was everything I could do to drink all of it. It really tasted foul. I am absolutely serious. It was like that fancy coffee whose beans are fed to weasels or some such, then collected from that weasel's turds when it is to be brewed.
I Am Absolutely Serious.
But drink it I did because I did not want my barista to be disappointed or insulted. It tasted better to me after I drank about half the cup.
I debated whether I should go home or go back to the theater. Really I should have gone home, but one has unlimited re-entry all day long and I did not want that valuable commodity to go to waste.
Back in the theater I shook hands with William Jefferson Clinton for a little while but realized I just wasn't into it anymore and so went home.
Portland's Oregon Theater is quite a long way from where I live. I can easily get there on the bus and the light rail, but it's two hours each way.
There is a video shop that is far closer, that is also equipped with glory holes in all but one of its video booth. The booth without the glory hole is quite large and contains a desk.
Yes: a desk. Just like what your keyboard rests on when you're at work. I remain puzzled by that one.
No chair though.
Upon arriving home I had a couple slices of 7-Eleven pizza. That is damn near the cheapest pizza known to Man but it's so much less expensive than Domino's that I can set aside its inferior crust and take gustatory delight that I am saving so much money that I could go to the porno theater TWICE with the money I save.
The 7-Eleven cashier doesn't even expect a tip. How cool is that?
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