"Word of Mouth" at the Porn Theater

My first sexual experiences were less than stellar. As a fairly young man, my level of excitement was so high that I (sadly) often finished way too soon. Thankfully, an older woman taught me two important lessons way back then. First, that initial ejaculation really meant very little, as my erection returned almost immediately (remember those days?). Second, as long as I satisfied her, she really didn't care how I did it. As a result, I learned to eat pussy. And, I am told, I learned to do it well. Getting a woman off orally a time or two before I penetrated her made sure she was already happy, and it often had the effect of lowering my racing heart rate, allowing me to keep my "composure" under control.

Skill at cunnilingus is really skill at paying attention. Every woman is different. So we begin by softly exploring and experimenting. A bit of this, a little of that. Long laps or tiny flicks? Inside the labia or along the side? Fingers or not? Nibble the clit now or wait a bit a longer? By paying attention to her response, we learn what she likes and what she craves. We find the way to arouse her, hold her there and finally bring the warm relief she is aching for. Oral skills most certainly pay off in porn theaters. Many times, rather than reaching in and grabbing with the mob, I ask the lady if she might enjoy a little oral attention. If the question is appropriately timed, the response is usually positive. Needless to say, she is usually willing, if not eager, to reciprocate in some way. Even if she isn't there are rewards.

Exploring Tokyo Valentino with an Exhibitionist Wife

It always pays to have manners in a porn theater. Always. Be polite. Make eye contact. Use your words. Smile. Trust me, women will notice and it will set you out from the rest of the crowd. Last night my manners, and my ignorance, helped me hit the jackpot in a new location.

Tokyo Valentino in Atlanta is hardly a porn theater, but I was curious about what I had heard and since the Buford Twin has closed, I needed a way to pass a night in the ATL, so I decided to check it out. The building has been recently remodeled. It is nicely done; upscale with a massive retail area that is clearly designed to attract couples. I knew I was heading into a large building, but after wandering through four separate retail areas, I was no closer to finding the adult play area than I was when I walked in.

The real Candida Royalle.
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I was making my second pass through the retail area when I nearly bumped into them. Her long, straight, black hair reminded me of Candida Royalle back in the day. Her dress gave off that 70's vibe, too. It was long. All the way to the floor, but the top was a halter, tied behind her neck and providing both cleavage and side boob exposure. He was a step behind her as we met, coming around one of the tall retail displays.

"Pardon me," I said. "I guess all this stuff has me a little distracted, and a little lost." They chuckled their agreement and we continued on our separate ways. That was it. No extended conversation. No attempt to get to know them. Just simple courtesy. Manners.

As for the ignorance, I finally wandered over to the fairly busy counter and asked the guy about the area I was looking for.  He told me that I actually had to walk back outside, go down the stairs and enter the building through another door. It's marked "video booths" off the back parking lot. I thanked him, turned around, and saw the couple again, standing just a few feet behind me. I nodded toward them, in some unspoken greeting/goodbye, and stepped out into the warm Georgia heat, making my way down the stairs.

Porn (and more) at the Drive-In

There are still a few of them around the country, but most disappeared a long time ago. They were one of the symbols of the new, upscale, mobile lifestyle that seemed to sweep the country after WW II. We were in love with our cars. They were bigger, quieter and flashier than ever. Interstate highways were popping up everywhere, allowing Americans to ride their shiny new machines farther than they had ever gone before. Suburbs became possible, because we no longer had to ride public transportation or walk to work. Motel chains, Kampgrounds, drive-in restaurants and a plethora of other businesses were created to take advantage of our love affair with the automobile. None of them were more iconic than the drive-in movie theater.

Families, nervous kids on their first dates, and veteran neckers alike all found their spots at the drive-in back in the day. These were theaters that showed first run movies, normally as double features. And they had all the amenities: concession stands, playgrounds for the kids and picnic tables to let you enjoy a feast as you ogled Hollywood's best.  Eventually, people got tired of the lousy sound that came through that metal speaker, temperamental weather conditions and screaming kids in the back seat. Bit by bit, the quality of the movies fell off, and soon there weren't enough couples left looking for a cheap place to park to support most drive ins. So, as the 70's wore on, most of them faded away.

Like traditional theaters, a few of them were sold to those who found that they could still turn an easy profit showing porn. One such theater was just outside Spartanburg, South Carolina. I spent a few summers in the 70's as a young man in the sweltering sauna of the Palmetto State. My grandparents lived there, squeezing the last few dollars of profit out of a family farm. I worked during the day, and then worked hard trying to figure out how to stay out of their "parlor" on weeknights, and out of their church on the weekend. At some point, I stumbled over the drive in. It took half the summer before I worked up the nerve to pull in. Fortunately, they weren't overly diligent in checking IDs. As long as I had some pictures of Lincoln and Washington, they were more than happy to let me enjoy the show.

A Little Spanish Pays Off in the Porn Theater

Back in high school, did you ever say, "Why am I studying this? I'm never gonna use it for the rest of my life."? I said it often. I said it about algebra. I said it about ancient history. I said it about Shakespeare. And I said it for two years worth of Spanish classes. I still don't read Shakespeare. Haven't thought about the ancient Greeks (except for the isle of Sapphos) for decades, and I can't remember the last time I solved for X. But I was wrong about Spanish. Over the years, my work has forced me to bring it out from time to time. And a recent visit to Fantasyland 2 in Tampa made me very, very happy that I have some rudimentary skills in Español.