Her First Time at Fantasyland

It had been a frustrating night at Fantasyland in Tampa. I had spent the evening drifting between both locations. FL2 had been unusually quiet while the original store had seen more than a few couples throughout the night. Most of them, however, hung out for a short time, didn't play and then left. A few had grabbed a single guy for some private room play, but even those encounters were quick. 

Obviously, not our lady, but you get the idea

A little after midnight the main theater was full, mostly with singles guys and a few non-participatory couples. So when the newest couple arrived, there was no place for them to sit. He was tall, lean and black. She was tall, lean and blonde. A well-maintained 40-something with tight curls that fell past her shoulders. Her ivory boho-style dress and the hair gave her a little bit of a hippie vibe, but she lacked the relaxed mood that you might have expected from her look. She was nervous and clutched tightly to her man.

Gang Bang with Another Man's Wife in a Porn Theater (While He Watched)

You may have read about Amy's introduction to porn theater sex. She was plain, married and completely inexperienced with anyone other than her husband until that night. Even after that night she was still plain and married. That never really changed through the years that I knew them. Though she did become more confident which, in turn, brought out a certain sexiness to her.

We met again a few times over the next several months after that night in northern Indiana. Usually, it was their place for dinner, followed by a VHS porn movie. I would sit on the couch with Amy. Her husband, John, would sit in his recliner and watch us as we played with each other before we wound up in an inevitable threesome. I knew that he was reliving the porn theater scene in his mind. Once we went to a bar where I fingered Amy to a couple of orgasms while John (and others, I'm sure) watched from a distance.

I figured it was only a matter of time before we would wind up back at a porn theater. I was right, and it really wasn't very much time at all.

Suprise Birthday Present in a Porn Theater

Back in the “Golden Age of Adult Films” many of the stars would travel the country making personal appearances in strip clubs and theaters. As a rule, they would come on stage between features, strip, perhaps answer a few questions, then head to the lobby where they would pose with you for a Polaroid picture (remember those?) for $5 or so. I had the privilege of seeing a number of the ladies of porn in those years. Some were more memorable than others.

Though it's difficult to believe, the building that used
to be Cinema Blue 2 still stands in Charlotte

For reasons which shall soon be obvious, I’ll withhold the name of this particular actress whom I first met at the Cinema Blue in Charlotte, NC. It was the around the time the 70’s were sliding into the 80’s and I was in the last of my summers in the Carolinas. Once I found out about the seedier side of the Queen City I made my way there as frequently as possible, checking out the strip clubs, “modeling studios” and, of course, the adult theaters. Cinema Blue was an old twin theater that had been remade into a porn palace, complete with bookstore, game room (with some classic pinball machines) and arcade. The main theater had been outfitted with a good-sized stage to provide performance space. Unlike a theatrical stage, this one formed a large peninsula that reached deep into the seating area, allowing patrons to line both sides to get a better look – and occasional touch.

The young lady, whom I’ll just call the starlet, was a middling dancer, at best, but she was attractive and fun. She had a great personality and enjoyed interacting with the guys as she performed. I caught her first performance of the day, fairly early in the afternoon. After her show, she hung out in the lobby chatting comfortably with an eager audience. There was no stiffness (other than that which had formed in our pants), and no pressure to buy anything. Just a pretty girl in a tiny outfit spending time with attentive men. She was transparent about her life, her background and her plans. She was, in every sense, the girl next door.

Fun Couple in Music City

For those who remember Nashville's "lower Broadway" of the 80's, all the spit and polish of the upgrades the politicians demanded in that part of the city still can't quite wash away the memory of what was. A few of the "honky-tonks" that bring in millions of tourists a year also remember when their neighbors were porn shops, peep booths and live shows behind smudged plexiglass.

In those days lower Broadway is what Printers Alley pretended to be. In that famous alley you could pay too much to watch a few good-looking strippers peel out of the expensive costumes, bumping and grinding in their g-strings. Or you could go a few blocks over and drop a few bucks to watch a girl a finger herself in a dark booth, or play with another girl, or even tickle your pickle through a well-placed hole in the glass. A block to the other side stood an old-style theater, converted to a porn house which played the latest feature in porn's golden age.

As the transition began from film to video, a new little gem opened just off Broadway. Taking advantage of the move to video tape, this place offered tiny viewing rooms where you could watch the flick of your choice. Notebooks at the front counter held the covers of the inventory, and you paged through till you found something that caught your eye. For 5 bucks or so you were directed to your own viewing space - something about the size of a closet with two theater chairs and a television set. It wasn't a bad arrangement in those pre-VHS porn rental days.

I had visited the place on a few occasions. In fact, I remember watching my first porn shot on video here. It was a European production called "Pleasure So Deep" with Barbara Moose and Dominque St. Clair. Fetching women indeed, but I digress.

Slow Weekend in a Chattanooga Porn Theater

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Hotwife Makes a Morning Visit to Annabelles

With one notable exception, Annabelle's has been a complete bust for me over the last couple of years. I have seen couples there. Lots of them. Some nights more than I can count. But none of them ever do anything to speak of. Occasionally, they'll find a guy or two and head to a private room. One night I heard a lady in the room chatting with her man and (mostly) some guy they had just picked up. She talked for better than two hours. She wasn't trying to turn him on. The conversation wasn't even sexual, except for the few times when she mentioned a theater or gloryhole that they have visited. Even that was in passing. It was mostly two hours of her talking about where they have lived, what states she likes, why Florida is better than North Carolina and a few health related things that I cannot share without violating the HIPAA rules.

That's not all I've seen/heard in the private rooms, of course, but that gives you an idea of the general vibe that I have encountered there. Other times, I have seen couples amble between the theaters and the booths, with some small chance of a guy getting a peek or a blowjob through the gloryhole. Occasionally, I have seen some lap massages - fully clothed - that never seem to go anywhere. Mostly, in recent months, I have seen the door to the "couples theater" close as soon as three or four couples arrive. As much as I would like to tell you otherwise, there are very few "sure things" when it comes to women in porn theaters.

So I'm not even sure why I went in yesterday morning. I'd like to think that it was a hunch, or more smutty senses, or some mystic message from the universe that sent me there. But, honestly, I felt no such unexplainable urge. I was just close, and had some time available at about the worse time of the day. So I pulled in and dropped my money on the counter, already cursing myself for wasting perfectly good cash on a wild goose chase that would yield no results. Obviously, I was wrong, or there would be little point in me writing this.

From the Mailbag - Sticky Seat in Atlanta

I just got this note from a guy who remembers good times in Hotlanta, GA.

There was a couple in Atlanta who used to go to the old Buckhead Arts theater before it closed. The husband would sit behind her and watch while guys played with her tits, pussy, and sometimes ate her. She would blow guys, but I never saw her fuck any. I sat next to him behind her one night and he had me take her dress off, which I did, and handed it to him. A guy was eating her and he told her to raise up high enough so everyone could see her naked tits. She did it, and I was playing with it when he told her to "make some noise... moan louder," so she did that, too. About then I came all over the back of the seat in which she was sitting. She was blonde, good looking, maybe late-30s or early 40s. He told me they were swingers and that she was bi. Damn. Another time there I stroked the top of her head while I jerked off and she blew a guy sitting next to me. God I love hot women like her....

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