Navel gazing

I hope my visits to the same bikini bar aren’t sounding too repetitive, but it’s the most convenient place for me to live out that part of my secret life. It’s a routine that’s relatively safe and discreet and allows my fantasy cache to refill every now and then. When circumstances allow, I plan to branch out to other venues and I will share my experiences.

There are other aspects of my secret self besides strip club mongering that I could confess here. For a while I was a voyeur photographer and I keep my collection pretty much to myself. When I figure out how to use the image software on this site, I will post some pictures. And of course there are always fantasies to write about, but I have the feeling that men’s fantasies can be really boring to others. And as someone who works in a profession with a code of ethics, I feel that I have to employ some self-censorship when fantasies involve some of the people I see in real life.

The one good thing about going to strip clubs (and I may have said this before) is that it satisfies my need for extracurricular sex without all the emotional baggage that an affair can bring. Been there, done that. It would be nice to find a fuck buddy, friend with benefits, but that seems uncomfortably close to carrying on an affair. Besides, with my schedule, spur of the moment visits to a club when I can is much easier than juggling rendezvous times with another person. Maybe things will change – secret real sex with a real woman would certainly be a lot nicer than dry humping in the back corner of a club.

At any rate, let this self-reflection serve as a place-holder until I write up my most recent bikini bar visit.