Medusa Lodge

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3.30am, I had visited most venues across the City of Birmingham and needed a new location, something less clubby, more of a calmer atmosphere and a place I could people watch. I wasn’t ready to head back to the hotel yet and I felt as though I was lacking in some type of sexual fix.

I walked across the road to to head to of the Gay bars, when I noticed the Medusa Lodge door sign. The burly security men stood outside and I approached them, with a friend to ask what the venue was. “A strip club, £10 entry each for you and your friend, last entry 4am”. My friend and I looked at each other and without uttering a word knew it was where we both wanted to be. We paid the entrance and the doormen opened the big, heavy doors to let us in.

What was behind those doors, I did not expect. A rich and warm room, with a dark red and velvet interior and dim chandeliers. To the left of me a small stage, with a pole centred in the middle and lights surrounding the platform and hip hop and RnB playing music in the background. It was very quiet, with around 8-10  customers and a few of the bar team and floor team in the large room.

It wasn’t the interior of the floor staff who caught my attention however, it was the girls and I couldn’t help but be transfixed. One of them, a mixed race girl, wearing only a red detailed bra and g string was leaning over the bar whilst I ordered my glass of Prosecco. She had her butt cheeks spread wide and was moving along to the sound of the music. Her arse was amazing and her wide hips and thighs.

She smiled and said hello, whilst I proceeded to sit in one of the large chairs and anticipate the next pole dance. Whilst we were waiting, one of the dancers came over to introduce herself. She had a strong London accent and was incredibly sexy. She wore baby pick lingerie and she kept touching my inner leg as she spoke to me. Leaning in closer and closer and looking me in the eye, she was encapsulating and beautiful. She offered us a dance each and we went over to the cash point (by the entrance) to get some money.

The machine didn’t work but by this point, D had taken her position on the stage for her performance. Dancing on the pole, she was mesmerising. Her figure, demeanour, the way she slid down the pole with her legs wrapped around it was so sexual and I couldn’t help but watch her. She undid her bra and teased her nipples, revealing them at the end of the dance. Walking off the stage she held her bra across her chest and tip toed back to the DJ area to get dressed again.

Whilst this was happening, I’d made friends with one of the guys in the bar. He ordered me a drink and was filling me in on how it all works. “£20 for a dance (lasting from 1min to a whole song) is what the dancers charge. They give you their full attention so that they want you and then continue to tease with a dance, if you don’t have a dance when you’re in the venue, they can get very offended”.  If you want more than a dance,  there was the option for the Naughty 40 room on the balcony. “£40 and you can feel their breasts” he said. “The dance still lasts the same amount of time but you get more action”. We had a chat, continued to watch the girls flirting and teasing the male customers and after around an hour of being in the venue we called it a night.

Later on, around 5am, J called me and asked me to see him. I wanted something from the shop, so he picked me up from outside out hotel in his white Aldi and took me to the local off license. When parked up outside the side street, he started to give me a back massage and told me how good he was with his tongue and whether I wanted it in between my legs. It had been a long day at this point and a long week. I smiled, politely, took the snacks he just brought me and said good night.

It’s not often I decline such a tempting invitation but my head was so in the clouds with the girls at Medusa that for some reason J just didn’t tickle my fancy.

 

The Love Honey Magic Bullet

 

Uhh, gasp,…Hmmm…

Deep Breath.

I slide the bullet into my soaking vagina. Past my wet clit and deep into my warm pussy.  Low setting on. I feel the buzz hitting my inner walls and my legs start to twitch. I breath in deep and continue to push it deeper. The bullet I discover is the perfect size, I moan to myself as I lie on my bed and wrap my legs together for a stronger intensity.

Love Honey Magic Bullet

The truth is I was working. On my laptop completing a project when I received a sext from the man I was talking dirty to.

“I need you sitting on top of me, riding me, so you can feel every inch’…

I didn’t have his cock but I had my Love Honey Magic Bullet. So I pushed it in and started on the lowest setting. The more my clit and vagina were going crazy; the higher the setting I clicked, until the buzz of the vibration had my whole body shaking. It didn’t take long, until I climaxed. I put the Vibrator back in it’s little pouch and continued my day.

My review?…It was sexy, slick and did the job but I felt it was missing a bit of texture. Some roughage where you feel like you have the bumps and curves of a real cock inside you. I missed that feeling of tension and grit…But overall it did what I wanted it to, so I’m not complaining..

I’d simply say an 8/10.

 

Jay-Dees

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I hadn’t planned to get to Jay-Dees so late. I was running against the clock so decided to grab my fish net outfits and panties and get undressed in the car. Sitting outside the venue, whilst undoing my jeans and shirt, I noticed the number of cars outside. I felt slightly apprehensive and my blood was pumping, all over.

I walked in to the venue and was met by the host. She was the owner and requested I showed her my ID, they made a copy of a utility bill and asked that I fill in a form with a few details. I’d never known to be so intense in terms of security at a sex event but ‘when in Rome do as the Romans do’.

They then showed me around 1st the reception area. There were a few single men standing there eying me up. I proceeded to follow her to the private play rooms. All with leather mattresses, all quite small with locks on and wooden walls, as the venue was an old converted barn. Red lights were glowing  through out and I walked down one corridor with a hole in the wall. When looking through the glass I could see a woman getting fucked so hard by a man and screaming. 3 or 4 guys stood around staring at the action.

I walked through the disco room and couldn’t help looking at the women wearing sexy leather outfits. They were hot, with breasts on show and gyrating against the pole. I continued our tour up the stairs to what felt like the fetish room (with a camera that was watched by couples outside). In the room there were sections for couples to fuck and to join in and large sex toys, dildos, a swing and BDSM items.

I stayed and watched. After 5 minutes of sitting, drink in hand (you bring your own alcohol to Jay-dees) I heard a woman moaning and being fucked by her partner. A few minutes later, another joined and another and 2 more. In total there were four older men cumming all over her and one penetrating her, with the room watching this happening I was fixated. Part of me didn’t enjoy it however, it was uncomfortable to watch and the night took a turn from there. I felt a lot of pressure in Jay-Dees from the single men there, I was propositioned several times and asked to go into the private rooms but I couldn’t relax. It was tense environment with the only relaxing area being the Jacuzzi but with 3 or 4 single men watching my every move by now I felt reluctant to get naked and enter the pool.

So I took one more walk around the venue, confirmed it was not as elegant as one of my favourite spots, VA and I left. Upon leaving, I closed the doors and breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a sexually charged venues, it felt forced and not as liberating and calm as other venues. Jay-Does felt like a members club and I wasn’t apart of the click.

http://www.jay-dees.co.uk