Last night at a burlesque show, I found that I am not the only woman who enjoys the fun and art of teasing. In fact, men were spectacularly outnumbered by women last night, even if we don’t count the hen party. And the place is not a lesbian bar either, although many of the women there were as big as the men.
While waiting for the show to start, the girls at the hen party were obviously determined to have a good time. Clad in plus-size skimpy lingerie, lacy stockings and hot pink boas, they danced and bounced with the vivacious bride-to-be who for the night assumed the name Candelicious.
There were four performers last night. All of them were quite professional. Their attention to detail showed in the cleverly put-together choreography, carefully tailored costumes and well-rehearsed routines. But I am not sure how much of that was taken in by the audience. Most of the men there were probably there only for the visual titillation anyway. Tits and ass – and they would be happy enough.
I must admit there is a certain charm in the simple way of thinking though. I used to believe that the art of seduction was all about demure smiles, flirtatious glances, and subtle body language. But sex and the city is too sophisticated to understand or analyze sometimes. Perhaps a roll in the hay is far more appealing when you live in the country?
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