By: Miss F
Strangers in High Heels
I got her text and I thought she would be here tonight. It reads and I quote, “Meet me at Oasis Tuesday night at midnight. I’ll be waiting for you.” It’s now 1:30am and I am alone and horny and a little tipsy; it’s a danger combination, especially for a nymph like me. I attract trouble like a bee to sticky, sweet honey and I’ve been known to stick my entire hand inside the hive, so to speak.
Frustrated and disappointed, I emptied my locker and made my way to the bar to clear my tab. The cute bartender asked me if I had a good time and I managed to muster a smile; “Yea, it was great,” I chirped. It was great. I met some sexy women and swam naked under the warm, starry night. I locked lips and caressed tongues with the softest of mouths and feasted my eyes on gorgeous, supple bodies. Overall, it was a pleasant evening and I tried to shake off my hurt feelings of being stood up by my date.
While shoving my credit card in my wallet, I felt you standing beside me. I glanced sideways at you and noticed your tough, leather jacket and the broadness of your shoulders. I watched you pull out a $20 bill with long, lean fingers and notice your solid jawline. You turned your head to look me dead in the eye, piercing me with cold blue eyes.
“Leaving so soon, gorgeous?”
“Um…well, yea, I guess so. I was stood up, so…,” I trailed off, embarrassed. My face reddened and I felt myself shrinking in size. The last think I wanted to do was present myself as a lonely loser! I quickly started to gather my belongings.
You put your strong hand firmly on my forearm and gave me a carnivorous smile. “Well…let me buy you one more drink. You look too sweet to be alone and I could use some company upstairs.” You licked your lips and check me out from root to tip. My stomach fluttered and my cunt started to tingle. I slowly smiled and blushed again. “Okay, let’s go.”
We didn’t say much as we walked up the staircase and into the semi-private playroom. There was electricity between us–a hot and eager wanting that makes conversation irrelevant. We wanted to fuck another, to mash our mouths together and swallow each other’s tongues. I didn’t get a name and I didn’t want one. I don’t think the Leather Queen did either.
I backed up against the couch, my legs slightly apart. You slowly came towards me and your large frame seemed to eclipse the room. Shoving a denim leg in between mine and pulling me towards you, you kissed me deeply and slowly. I grinded my moist panties against your thigh and returned your passionate energy. You shoved two of those long and graceful fingers past my underwear and deep into my pussy. I arched my back and sprawled spread eagle on the hood of my car. With my skirt hiked up and panties to my knees, I surrendered to your hand, which by now, was in the form of a fist.
I rocked against you and rode waves of ecstasy as you pounded and wiggled my g-spot. Although you wouldn’t let me remove your leather jacket, you somehow managed to pull the top of my dress down, exposing my pink nipples, which you delighted in kissing and sucking. Reaching under my neck and pulling firmly on my hair, I opened my eyes and saw stars.
Here cums trouble! I thought…
Spectator, Tango & Surf
The events at Oasis this weekend sizzled, kick starting June into high gear. Friday night’s Spectator Sex was one of the hottest yet to date. Four couples participated this month, including the clubs favourite Spectator hosts. The upstairs floor quickly became very crowded as on-lookers awaited the ‘show’. Two couples got it on side by side in the upstairs fire place room sort of competing against or feeding off each others lustful moans & groans. One of the participating couples just couldn’t keep their hands off one another even after their ‘performance’ they continued to play all over the club, with some devoted fans in tow.
Saturday’s “It Takes Two (or more) to Tango” was a hit! For her first time to Oasis Lady K certainly left a lasting impression. She wowed the audience with her solo tango number and then gathered the crowd in closer for a ‘Tango 101’ crash course. Oasis guests with dance experience and even those with two left feet had a blast learning the steps, and danced the night away! Special thanks to our special guests Frenchie Fatale and Carlos Caliente for starting the night off with the sexiest salsa…even Oasis’s ‘salsa queen’ Jana was blown away!
Surfs up! It was a bit of a different format for the usual Oasis Sunday as the Great Lakes Surf Battle Music Festival took over the club from 1-5 pm for their official after party. Guests didn’t seem to mind the ‘pants on’ rule that applied throughout the downstairs & outdoor levels of the club for a few hours during the day…why? Probably because they had reign of the upper play floors to do whatever they wished and nudity everywhere was okay…and you can bet there was a lot of action happening upstairs!
Downstairs guests were decked out in Hawaiian shirts, lei’s and even their birthday suits with lei’s as they mingled about waiting for the live bands to perform. The headlining band was from Mexico City and the local luchador masked favourite stole the show with their gimmick and go-go dancers. The crowd loved the bands, even though it was loud, and the special surf rock play list kept the party in full swing…or perhaps that was the Tiki shot glasses filled with tequila?! It was a fantastic Sunday, the crowd mingled very well and even despite the on-again off-again rain everybody ended up in the pool or poolside. Looking forward to another ‘Surf-y’ Sunday in the future.
Strangers In High Heels
By: Miss F
Strangers in High Heels
I got her text and I thought she would be here tonight. It reads and I quote, “Meet me at Oasis Tuesday night at midnight. I’ll be waiting for you.” It’s now 1:30am and I am alone and horny and a little tipsy; it’s a danger combination, especially for a nymph like me. I attract trouble like a bee to sticky, sweet honey and I’ve been known to stick my entire hand inside the hive, so to speak.
Frustrated and disappointed, I emptied my locker and made my way to the bar to clear my tab. The cute bartender asked me if I had a good time and I managed to muster a smile; “Yea, it was great,” I chirped. It was great. I met some sexy women and swam naked under the warm, starry night. I locked lips and caressed tongues with the softest of mouths and feasted my eyes on gorgeous, supple bodies. Overall, it was a pleasant evening and I tried to shake off my hurt feelings of being stood up by my date.
While shoving my credit card in my wallet, I felt you standing beside me. I glanced sideways at you and noticed your tough, leather jacket and the broadness of your shoulders. I watched you pull out a $20 bill with long, lean fingers and notice your solid jawline. You turned your head to look me dead in the eye, piercing me with cold blue eyes.
“Leaving so soon, gorgeous?”
“Um…well, yea, I guess so. I was stood up, so…,” I trailed off, embarrassed. My face reddened and I felt myself shrinking in size. The last think I wanted to do was present myself as a lonely loser! I quickly started to gather my belongings.
You put your strong hand firmly on my forearm and gave me a carnivorous smile. “Well…let me buy you one more drink. You look too sweet to be alone and I could use some company upstairs.” You licked your lips and check me out from root to tip. My stomach fluttered and my cunt started to tingle. I slowly smiled and blushed again. “Okay, let’s go.”
We didn’t say much as we walked up the staircase and into the semi-private playroom. There was electricity between us–a hot and eager wanting that makes conversation irrelevant. We wanted to fuck another, to mash our mouths together and swallow each other’s tongues. I didn’t get a name and I didn’t want one. I don’t think the Leather Queen did either.
I backed up against the couch, my legs slightly apart. You slowly came towards me and your large frame seemed to eclipse the room. Shoving a denim leg in between mine and pulling me towards you, you kissed me deeply and slowly. I grinded my moist panties against your thigh and returned your passionate energy. You shoved two of those long and graceful fingers past my underwear and deep into my pussy. I arched my back and sprawled spread eagle on the hood of my car. With my skirt hiked up and panties to my knees, I surrendered to your hand, which by now, was in the form of a fist.
I rocked against you and rode waves of ecstasy as you pounded and wiggled my g-spot. Although you wouldn’t let me remove your leather jacket, you somehow managed to pull the top of my dress down, exposing my pink nipples, which you delighted in kissing and sucking. Reaching under my neck and pulling firmly on my hair, I opened my eyes and saw stars.
Here cums trouble! I thought…
Red Hot ‘n Spicy & All Fired Up
The dance floor was packed with guests as the burlesque show started on Saturday night. Things certainly heated up as the smoking hot burly gals ladies graced the ‘stage.’ Miss Cadence strutted her stuff in a classic red fringe costume and got the crowd cheering as she revealed her pasties and twirled her tassels so fast that you would’ve sworn you saw smoke coming off them…talk about hot! The ever so seductive Esther De Ville put on another stellar performance, her stocking peel had everyone’s jaw dropped. Tanya Cheex headlined the show with a red hot ‘n spicynumber to “I Put a Spell On You.” Word has it that Tanya will be returning for a future show at the club, this time with fire tassels!
Special thanks goes out to Minnie da Moocha from NYC, this lovely burlesque lady got everyone at the club all fired up last weekend. This sassy songstress gave it her all and the crowd loved her.