The screaming, yelling, and clapping of two hundred crazed women, combined with the relentless beat of a hard rock CD, never failed to get Rolando whipped into a frenzy before he hit the stage! Dressed in leather chaps, a g-string, cowboy boots and a ten gallon hat, he looked anything like an all American cowboy, but with a body that
appeared to be chiseled from granite, Rolando was one of twenty dancers in the all male revue at the Hotsy Totsy Club. Seven nights a week the place was jumping to the beat of driving dance music and young naked male flesh on display for the mostly 30ish female audience.

Read More

“Frank, you nitwit,” his exasperated wife Millie exclaimed, “you took the wrong turn, now we’re hopelessly lost!!!” Frank slowed the big Caddy to a crawl as he tried to make out a street number, but was having no luck staring into the pitch dark! “Now what,” Millie groaned, “well, you’ve done it again, now we’re never going to make it to the reception on time, I told you to get directions, but no, you had to try it on your own, now look where we are!!!” “Oh, shut up, Millie,” Frank retorted, “don’t worry, once I get turned around and back on the main road I’ll stop at a service station and get some directions!!!” He pulled the nose of the big car into a dark alley and was just about to put it into reverse, when both doors were flung open and both of them were jerked out of the car and thrown to the ground!!!
Read More – Interracial Story – Wrong Turn