A Nice Show at the CVE

I had wandered into the CVE, a nice little adult bookstore and theater near Charlotte, North Carolina fairly early on a Friday evening. The place had been getting a nice flow of couples on the weekends and I was nearby and alone so I figured I would see what might unfold.

The usual crowd of guys was hanging around the video games in the booth area. That's never a good sign, although they told me that a couple was just getting settled into the theater. I went straight in and saw them sitting about halfway down on the left side. She was on the aisle, he was to her left. I took a seat on the aisle on the right side, one row ahead of them. For the next ten or fifteen minutes other guys came and went, waiting to see if a show was about to begin.

They sat close, "cuddled" and whispered quietly between themselves as they watched the movie. They kissed occasionally but, for the most part, they kept everything pretty much PG. They were early 40's, perhaps. She was tall, pretty and dressed in a subtly sexual way. Her skirt wasn't short, but it had an amazing slit that caused it to almost disappear when she moved her legs a certain way. Her top was buttoned up, but she was showing a generous amount of cleavage. Her heels were high and she wore sexy stockings rather than pantyhose - a fact confirmed when her slit opened and the skirt fell to either side of those long, crossed legs.

Swapping at the Buford Highway Twin

So the Buford Highway Twin Theater in Doraville, Georgia, just outside of Atlanta, has closed again. This time it looks like it is for good, as the local laws have made the adult business illegal. The owners are reportedly looking for a new location, but the history that was the Buford Twin has come to a close. I have several good memories of this place. And a few dull ones. Like all theaters, particularly when it comes to the opportunities for a sexual encounter, things at the Buford were always "hit or miss". I lost count of the misses that I experienced there, but the "hits" always kept me coming back.

Of course, bringing your own woman seriously increases your chances for a good time. I have wandered back through some of my archives, and found this account of one of my favorite nights at the Buford. It is as I wrote it many years ago. Edited only for better sense now that some of the particulars of my life have changed.

Wanda Goes Black at the Porn Theater

Long before anyone invented the acronym FWB, Wanda and I were exactly that. We simply called one another fuck-buddies and it was an arrangement that worked well for both of us. Many people we knew assumed we were a couple. And we were – sort of. Much in the same way that a couple of alley cats who sleep under the same tarp most nights are a couple. We did set up house together for a while. Nearly a year, in fact. But even then we both had our own places to retreat to whenever it might have been convenient, and there was no pretense of sexual fidelity. Ours was an open, complicated, relationship. Frankly, for us, it was pretty simple. We liked each other, got along very well and we both loved to fuck. We just never expected the other one to restrict said fucking to our bed.

The great thing about a fuck-buddy like Wanda is that they are excellent co-conspirators. As a result, they can help you arrange things that might not otherwise be possible. For instance, Wanda wanted to rob not one, but two, young men of their manhood at the same time. It wasn’t that hard for me to find willing volunteers for her. Likewise, I long ago checked that “threesome with two sisters” fantasy off my bucket list, thanks to Wanda. So when she told me one night that she wanted nothing but black guys in a semi-public setting, I knew that I would be escorting her to the porn theater.