Slimthic Vic’s Insta Post Gave Me an Idea

Here porn stars Slimthic Vic and Adelia Acker Dance to Las Ketchup in matching bikinis, which reminded me of an idea I’d had ages ago, a story for a porn scene. As much as I’d love to be a porn screenwriter, I’m not. As Martha and the Muffins would say, ‘my job is very boring, I’m an office clerk.

The scene involves 2 18-year-olds who are totally unrelated, but bear a striking resemblance to each other. Lets’ call them Eva and Skylar. At the start of the scene I’d have them white, Skylar blonde, Eva not quite blonde, more brown hair. Both are short, with full natural boobs, at least a DD. They’re studying together online when an alert comes up on her laptop from a concert ticket company.

It’s announced on social media that flavour-of-the-month rapper 21Damage will be in their town. They manage to grab 2 tickets just before they sell out. They form a plan not just to get to the concert, but to get to the rapper. Loads of girls will be trying to get to his trailer; they realise they will need an angle, something the other girls won’t do.

Sweet, naive Eva suggests they team up and – she gulps – offer him a threesome.

Man-eating Skylar, experienced, confident and uber-sexual, is sceptical. Loads of girls will be doing that. He’ll have heard it before. Besides, Skylar reminds her, you’re not even bi.

For Damage, she says, I guess I would be. With you. I think he’d really like it.

He would, Skylar admits. But you might be okay kissing me, but there’ll be girls who’ll do more than that for him. They’ll suck each others boobs. They’ll go further. I mean, would you suck my pussy for him? Would you let me eat your pussy while he watches? Really?

Eva is breathing a little heavier now. I think I would, she admits. It would just be the one time, but we could tell this story for the rest of our lives.

Skylar nods. Again, she says, a lot of girls will be doing this. He could have whoever he wanted. We need another angle. She taps her chin. Do you watch porn?

Porn? Eva asks. No! Why would I watch that?

Skylar rolls her eyes. A lot of girls do, she explains. Look at this.

She loads up a porn site, and looks at the trending topics section. Look at what’s hot at the moment. Sisters.

Sisters? Asks Eva. Like actual sisters?

Well, some of them are, Skylar suggests. A lot are just acting. But look at these. Skylar opens a particular video. Look at how similar they are, she says. They’re obviously real sisters. Look at their eyes! And look at the page views. Look at the comments. ‘I can’t stop wanking to this.’ ‘Fuck, this is hot.’ ‘So wrong but so good.’ I bet Damage has watched these. He might be a big rapper, but he’s still a guy.

Right, Eva says, but we aren’t sisters! We don’t even look like each other!

Not now, Skylar suggests. But imagine if you were blonde.

Why have I gotta go blonde? Why don’t you go brown? You’re not even natural.

Skylar sighs. I got a lot more attention when I went blonde, she says. You would too.

Skylar takes Eva’s hand and stands her up to face the full length mirror. They would look very similar, Eva admits, if she was blonde. Same height. Same bone structure. Same cup size.

I even know a guy who can make us fake IDs, tells Skylar. He can change your birthdate to mine.

Why do I have to change? Why don’t you change yours?

Because it would cost double to make two, explains Skylar.

This doesn’t adequately answer the question, but whatever. Skylar seems to know what she’s doing. If it doesn’t work, she’s not lost much. And the thought of being close to 21Damage was making Eva’s clit throb. She goes ahead and dyes her hair the same shade of blonde as Skylar.

So, off they trot to their fake ID guy, who, of course, they have to suck off together to convince him to make the IDs. This is the first time Eva is naked with a girl, and the first time she kisses one too. The second time is when she has the guy’s cum in their mouths. But they walk out of there with 2 fake IDs – Eva and Skylar Knight, 18 years old (the only true part), same birthday. As far as 21Damage would know, they’re twins.

But how are we going to get to him? Eva asks. What about his security team? There’ll be thousands of people.

Skylar has thought of this in advance. She goes onto X, formerly Twitter. #21Damage is the top trending topic. Eva doesn’t have a Twitter, which is perfect because it means she’s the one who can set up another account called TheKnightTwins. They put the phone on a timer and take some cute and suggestive and slightly slutty photos together under the hashtags #twinsisters and #21Damage, to increase the exposure. Sure, someone somewhere might recognise them at some pint, but at this point they’re too blinded by lust to care. ‘Have you ever had twins @21Damage?’ The caption reads. Immediately the notification tab is awash with jealous girls and rabidly horny guys, making Eva shake slightly. She’s never had such attention.

People call bullshit, so they show their fake IDs with their fake birthdays proudly on display, fake addresses convincingly covered by their thumbs. They bow into pressure from commenters and upload a kissing video to prove they aren’t all talk.

Within 24 hours, 21Damage has inboxed them from his verified account. ‘Show this to my security team. Come see me this weekend,’ it reads.

So, of course, they do. The video goes viral, and at the time 21Damage comes into town, the video hasn’t come back to the girls’ parents, employers or classmates. Not yet, at least. At the concert hall, they get through security after the event, and they make it to his trailer. They then have to keep up the act of being incestuous sisters – which Damage may or may not have fallen for – and Skylar takes the lead, explaining they’d never normally be naughty with each other, but they will be for him.

Of course, after the dancing and kissing, done performatively for Damage, he starts to push them to go a little further, instructing them to unzip each other’s tight little denim skirts (so short that when they bend over you can see their knickers anyway), dropping the garments to the floor, making sure that, throughout, they keep their heels on to push up their arses. The talk is consistent throughout – ‘reminding’ him that they’re ‘sisters,’ Skylar still taking the lead on this, guiding Eva, instructing her on how to please him. They remind him that they’re just 18 and have been waiting to do this.

Damage is still alpha and takes the lead, though, pushing them further, encouraging them, making Eva suck Skylar’s soft, full breasts, corrupting her totally until she’s lapping at Skylar’s clit, something she does blindly for Damage’s obvious enjoyment of it. When Skylar comes, doe-eyed Eva holds eye-contact with Damage and swallows eagerly, choking slightly, and Skylar lifts her so they’re face to face, and the girls eagerly tongue-kiss.

They take turns riding him, the girls touching each other and attempting to suck each other’s breasts, something that becomes increasingly difficult the harder he fucks them. When Skylar is ontop, Eva loses herself for a moment, not even realising that she’s masturbating until she’s already lying on her back next to Damage, shooting her juices over herself. Skylar denies herself an orgasm and climbs off Damage as she knows he’ll love it more if she takes the opportunity to lap up Eva’s cum, straight off her stomach and breasts, and drool it into Eva’s mouth. Eva tolerates this purely as Damage is now evidently getting close to orgasm.

The girls kneel together in front of him, Skylar asking him if he’d like to come over these two whore ‘sisters.’ Talking this way, and kissing Eva’s mouth, smudging her lipstick further, is getting her close again, and she guides Eva’s hand to Skylar’s clit, forcing her to rub it quickly, and they tongue kiss retaining eye contact. Skylar and Damage cum, more or less in synchrony, Skylar’s juices spattering across the lino, Damage’s thick ropes of jizz landing in the girls’ faces. The girls kiss, boy jizz, girl jizz and saliva dripping from their open mouths. They swallow some of it, Skylar again encouraging Eva, before licking the remainder not just off each other’s breasts but the floor too.

Is this enough to get a follow back? Asks Skylar.

It seems it is. Damage reaches for his phone.

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So yeah, Brazzers. Fancy making this?

Let down by a mate, Baby Platinum and Long Legs

A while back, I went to an event where I met a few people. We all swapped numbers and had a Whatsapp chat going. One guy kept in touch with me. We’ll call him Axel. He was out of touch for a few weeks, then popped up asking to do drinks. We met a couple of times, trying this bar and that bar, but the nights out were… okay.

Last night Axel texted asking what I was doing. I suggested suggesting Spinningfields, he suggested 8. I got there a little late, then he straight up told me he didn’t fancy going out. I acted like I was still keeping the conversation going, but I knew I was done with him. Another flaky mate found on an online group. Bullshit.

So that was shit. I decided I’d treat myself to a lap dance after achieving a bit of this and that over the last few weeks. I tried Baby Platinum first, although I deliberated it and walked past a few times. Then the doormen scanned my ID on entry. I think it was £15 cover. They explained there was no contact during the dance, which immediately told me I’d have to walk back out. The girls wanted £235 per girl for a dance, so £470 for a 2-girl dance, without any body contact! Utter bullshit. Their prices are rising faster than a supermarket trip in Caracas. Last time I was in, just under a year ago, they wanted £160 for 2 girls. I’d walked out then.

Last night, at that point, I went to the gents, then walked out saying I had to ‘meet my mate,’ which was also bullshit.

I drove to Long Legs, getting in at 1:30. A sign on the bar explained that all dances were £10 and we should let bar staff know if the girls are charging more. A private VIP dance with one girl would be £80, which was technically what I paid last time. No sign of Mixed Race Surgery Girl tonight. The bar was too cold for girls to be working in when they’re in lingerie. I watched a guy get a dance from across the room, and again, there was no body contact between the customer and the dancer. I left after 20 minutes.

Loads of strip clubs have closed down, and a load more will do if the rules are getting stricter. Not to mention, porn is free and that content is becoming harder. So why would people go to a strip club if they can no longer get tits smashed in their faces?

What I really want to say in this blog post is something quite separate. My mental health has dipped. Practically, life is reasonably good, aside from shady people flaking out on me and having no social life despite living in a massive city. Money is okay for the moment. The house needs the odd thing doing, but it’s reasonably under control. I’m just cripplingly lonely. I can stamp it down and get on with it most days. It’s just a bit tougher at the moment.

Get Fit for a Liverpool Strip

I’m going to an event in Liverpool around the start of May. I’m planning, after the event, to visit another strip club like I did in October. I’d like to be able to fit into my suit trousers by this time, so I’m planning on eating tons of veg in soup form between now and then. Aldi’s Super Six deal will sort me out. I know the target weight I need to be. I need to lose 6 kilos in 7 weeks. Should be a piece of piss. I’d also like to beat some gym records.

This time the venue will probably be X in the City.

RD2 needs to leave me alone

It’s one thing for someone to be an out-and-out cunt and waste your time, and people like those can justifiably be cut out of your life. Sometimes, though, people are not that clear cut. Sometimes, people are actually nice, but still socially clueless.

I still need to block DK and be done with him, for example, even though I’ve not heard from him in a few weeks. But this week, I was out with RD2, who I only know through JB, from the same support group through which I know DK. This support group, as you can imagine, ended up causing more problems than it solved, which is why I stopped going.

It was RD2’s birthday again, an JB once again couldn’t make it. I did, against my better instincts, and picked up RD2 and took him into town where we met a few others in Gasworks, an acceptable beer hall. Watched a bit of Gladiators in the big screen. Sabre is hot. Then another of RD’s mates came out who was coked out of his mind, snot-nosed, babbling, manic and professing to be eager to batter someone. He was about my size, but when you’re coked to the gills you feel nothing, so I was wary about him. He didn’t point any aggression at me directly. Eventually the night fizzled out. One of these guys was gay and they all wanted to go to the gay village. I disclosed that I’d been groped there many times and haven’t been back since 2012, so I wouldn’t be going. I truly don’t know why RD invites me out. We’re nothing like each other. He tells me I’m a good guy and everything, and to be fair, he is too, but we’re nothing like each other – just like the rest of his mates are all disparate, awkward weirdos. I need to tell him I’m busy from now on.

Also, porn star Aria Six liked my tweet. I hope she does work with Gabbie Carter. That’d be hot as fuck.

House music and dead ends

It was DK’s birthday recently, and he had a party with a load of people from the support group, including RH who I’m pretty sure gossiped about me (and about my share about DK’s incessant mithering) to DK himself. Awkward. I ducked out as I’d double booked, thankfully.

Went to see a DJ with some mates. Got talking to some girl, a stoner who had autism. Dark hair, quite fit. I certainly tried. She was telling me she went off the rails a few years ago and turned into a massive slag, having foursomes etc. Interesting.

Eventually she told me she had a boyfriend. Right.

She gave up social media as she also had a son and didn’t have time for online stuff. I told her it was for the best. So many fallouts are because of social media. I’m the opposite, constantly trying out new platforms as soon as I hear about them. And I have no kids.

Good night, I suppose.

Girls of Instagram: Bylish

Manchester beauty Bylish.

A Night of Strip Clubs

Last week I managed to go a few days without having a wank. It’s a huge achievement for me. The goal of this was to make a planned strip club visit more enjoyable.

Saturday I went to an event in Liverpool, featuring a lot of cosplay. Think girls in kinky outfits. Some were fit. Then I had a wander around the city, trying a few bars etc.

Strip clubs, in my experience, aren’t busy before 10pm, so I toured a few bars for a bit, watching a bit of UFC (on at a reasonable time, for once) in Beer Engine.

I’ve had my eye on Rude for a while, a newer strip club, and the UK’s largest. I’d noticed Love Island’s Hanna Eliza in some of their promo videos. I’d messaged her account to see if she still danced there but got no reply. I waited til 10 and walked in. £10 entry. The place was dead. There were a handful of girls in there but none floated my boat. A couple approached me (eventually). I asked about Hanna: she used to work there before Love Island. I left after 5 mins.

Then I drove back to Manchester.

Back in April I’d gone to Obsessions on Whitworth St, paid £12 entry, and walked out, not willing to pay £160 for a 2-girl dance.

In more recent months, I’d thought, fuck it, I’ve got money, there were plenty of gorgeous girls that night in April, perhaps I’d shell out. I kept an eye on the Insta page. I’d noticed a Big Natural Tit Arabic Girl (BNTAG) on the page that I’d taken a liking to. I decided to drop in. This time it was £15 on the door. A Curly Brown Haired Girl pitched me. She asked for a dance; I told her I go for a different kind of thing. To her credit, she asked if anyone was my type, and I noticed BNTAG across the room. CBHG brought BNTAG over and we talked about the event I’d been to, comics, movies etc. She was a fan of Studio Ghibli. I showed my age by telling her I’d seen Spirited Away at the cinema when I was at uni. We had a good chat.

Then she asked if I wanted a dance. I told her ages ago I’d got a 2-girl dance there years ago (12, to be exact). Was that something I’d be allowed?

£160 for 15 mins. It was agreed. I picked a big titted brown haired girl to join us, and we went to a booth.

They were both really good looking but they didn’t even touch each other. BNTAG told me that next weekend she’d be working over Halloween, and that there’ll be a lot of kinky outfits being worn. She said she always does well when she puts on the sch**lgirl outfit. Sounds great, but if they aren’t going to touch each other, is it worth the money? I didn’t say this, obviously. They did more than touch last time.

Normally strip clubs play ‘seductive’ hip hop and r’n’b, But that night the music was eclectic, including pop drivel like S-Club’s Reach. Not the most fitting track when you’re getting some (admittedly impressive) boobs shoved in your face.

So yeah, I splurged a lot. Then I went home and had a wank.

Went to a club night in Manchester last night.

Still having mad anxiety. I turned up on my own, hugely overdressed, and tried not to be awkward. Some guy asked me if I was a narc. AD was there, who is now single and still gorgeous. Couple of years older than me but doesn’t look it at all. Chatted for a bit but got nowhere. Same with a couple of others. House music nights are rarely pulling nights, but when I do pull, the girl is usually tapped usually tapped.

As for AD, that boat probably sailed the last time she was single when I didn’t make my move then either. 2012, if I recall.

Best mate SW couldn’t make the club night, but my mate PT and his girlfriend CVB could. Great to catch up with them, and see some amazing music and singers. My anxiety was through the roof, though. Felt like all the prior-lockdown therapy I’d got from the NHS went out the window.

Still, a good night.

Discussion with Support Group Staff

After last week’s email to the support group’s head office, I got a phone call from DR, who used to be a group member but is now an employee at head office. He was really gutted that I’d been put in a position to have to write the email, describing me as a stalwart of the group. I didn’t name DK or RH, nor RD who was supposedly emailing head office himself.

I described people smoking outside the building – DR agreed it was bang out of order and he’ll pass a message on to tell them not to do it.

I described the building being too full and attendee numbers being too high for the location. DR reckons the numbers aren’t that high, and they’ve been higher in that venue. Still, they might use the main space in the building not just the smaller rooms, it just means people going to the toilet and interrupting people etc.

I mentioned that there’s a lot of waffle at the start of the session about planned football matches and this and that – for those of us who just want to get on with the session, it’s not particularly helpful. DR assured me it will be changed.

As for the DK situation – his incessant waffling and badgering me for my time – it’s happening outside of group time, so not something the group can comment on. Not their responsibility. But at least they know.

RD hasn’t emailed head office, DR tells me, although he wouldn’t tell me anyway due to confidentiality.

As for people gossiping about what has been shared in round 3, it’s a breach of the rules. It’ll be fed back to the group, where the facilitators – ironically including DK and RH – will read out the notice to the group… telling them not to reference people’s shares outside of the group.

It’s a clusterfuck. I’m sticking with this other online group for the moment.

Away from the group, I’m feeling really lonely. It’s an emotion that I can’t get away from. I never have been able to. I know, through experience, though, that even if I did meet up with this friend or that friend, that the feeling that something is missing – the hollowness, the inferiority – it wouldn’t go away. It’s not the absence of accessible friends that is the sole issue (although that’s part of it). Going out on my own isn’t particularly helping. Seeing everyone else do what I what to be doing (parts of it, at least) is what hurts.

That said, I’m in my fucking 40s. Do I want to be hanging around in bars? I want a relationship. Is lone wolfing to Manchester on a Saturday helping me? Is it fuck. But what else is there? I don’t want to do anything else.

I’ve just had to bollock DK and RH to the support group

Just had to email the support group’s HQ with my concerns about DK and RH, basically being mouthy pricks and causing a load of problems. Utterly clueless weirdos. It was long overdue. Let’s see what happens there.

RD is emailing something similar, I gather. He’s a good guy that I’d be up for meeting up with. One of a few.

The online group – a different outfit – is going well. I’m meeting with the same people from across the country, a group of about 10, and we’re helping each other out by sharing our stories. There isn’t one tomorrow as it’s a bank holiday (I’m about to head out in a moment) but the straightfowardness of doing something on webcam from the comfort of your own lounge is hugely reassuring.

Depression – loneliness – is kicking my arse at the moment. I have a dual problem in life in that I’m emotionally unfulfilled, yet at the same time I hate people and their general stupidity. So don’t tend to get involved any more. And, of course, a lot of the people I would invite out would be from the support group anyway, many of whom are Tories and anti-vaxxers, i.e. people I’d rather have nothing to do with.

I’m heading to Manchester now to see what’s happening. Better than staying in.