Monday, November 29, 2010

Stripping for Japanese Students

When I was teaching English in Japan in 2006, I had three upbeat college girls in my Saturday morning class. All three showed up together and they soon became friends. Their names were Sayaka, Yuki, and Yuka. They brought a cheerful atmosphere to every class, and they studied hard at English. These girls had to study English at my branch in order to achieve high English test scores for the college they were attending. During class, they joked and flirted with me a lot without even bothering to conceal their actions from the other students. My manager told me that Yuka had a crush on me.

One day after several months of teaching them, they approached me after class and invited me out to karaoke. Japanese students inviting a Western English teacher out was a common occurrence in Japan. My managers even encouraged me to spend time with as many students as possible. Therefore, no one minded when I accepted and arranged to meet the three girls after work. My Japanese manager smirked. "So you're going out with the fan club," she said.

I grinned. "O-tsukare sama desu," I said as I walked out.

I met the girls outside and we went to karaoke. We all ordered plenty of drinks. I began to feel warm and relaxed from the alcohol, but the girls were stumbling after awhile. They probably only weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet, since they were short and petite. It was no wonder that they became drunk so fast.

Midnight came sooner than we expected. That was when the last train leaves. Sayaka and Yuki missed the last train, so they asked if they could stay the night at my apartment until morning. Yuka wanted to come along as well. I told them that I didn't mind.

So we took a cab to my Japanese apartment. The apartment itself was very small, smaller than a typical studio apartment in the United States. The main living room area with the sleeping quarters was barely larger than a typical parking space for a car. We continued partying at my apartment, but the space was cramped. That was when I told them I worked as a male stripper in America. My statement was the turning point for the night. Sayaka and Yuki didn't believe me. They laughed and said that I joke too much. Yuka asked me to strip as a joke. Soon the joke became a suggestion, and the suggestion turned into a request. So I stripped for them.

The girls were very shy at first. They covered their blushing faces and giggled hysteric\ally. The initial embarrassment soon turned to enthusiastic cheering--Japanese style. They applauded and chanted a few phrases in Japanese.

One of my neighbors pounded on the wall. I told the girls to quiet down a bit.

As I pranced about in my underwear, I pulled the sides down in a teasing fashion, almost exposing my package. The girls were now quiet, leaning forward and holding their breaths.

"Mitai," Yuka said.

"Show me," Yuki said in English.

So I let the underwear drop to my ankles.

"Sugoi," the girls muttered.

Because I had heard Yuka had a crush on me, I danced in front of her first. She was hesitant, staring wide-eyed. I grabbed her hands and placed them on my abs, and moved them around. She started caressing my abs on her own, moving downward with each passing moment. I hardened at her touch.

I moved over to Yuki, but insisted on only watching. Instead, she volunteered Sayaka, who smiled and giggled while rubbing her hands on me. These girls expressed complete and utter awe at my presence, as if I were a Greek god stepping into the room. I began masturbating in front of them. "Do you want to see my cum?" I asked in Japanese.

"I want to see," Yuka said in English.

I approached Yuka and stood in front of her masturbating. She was breathing heavily. I placed a hand behind her head and pulled her towards me. In response, she opened her mouth and took me in, right in front of Sayaka and Yuki. Yuka only placed the head of my cock into her mouth and licked, but I was so excited that her actions sent a tingling shock throughout my whole body. Sayaka and Yuki gathered around us to stare.

While Yuka's mouth felt good, it was not enough to make me cum. I had to alternate between her oral skills and my hand to reach an orgasm. As I was getting close, I jerked off while placing the head of my cock into Yuka's mouth. Since I hadn't masturbated in a week, I felt a huge load billowing out. I pulled out of Yuka's mouth and sprayed everywhere. As strand after strand came out, I didn't know when it was going to stop.

The girls fluttered about in excitement. "Sugoi! Sugoi!"

After I was done, I assessed the aftermath. Several cum strands left a trail on Yuka's face, a few going into her hair. Some of the cum shot well over her head onto the floor behind her. The rest of the cum splattered on her clothes.

"That was exciting!" Sayaka said.

"Un," Yuka nodded in agreement.

The other two girls helped Yuka with the clean up. I told them that I had to go to bed soon, because I had to wake up early in the morning. What I didn't tell that was that I had a date with a Canadian girl. They didn't mind. They all had work in the morning.

I pulled out an extra futon and laid it by mine. We all slept together. Sayaka and Yuka nestled on each side of me while Yuki took the outside.

"We should hang out again," Sayaka said.

I couldn't have agreed with her more.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Male Stripping Questions - Part 22

Here is an e-mail from Shree:

Hello Dion,
Hope you doing good...I have 2 questions for you..hope you can answer...

You being a stripper sometimes have sex with the females..Are you not afraid if someone is having AIDS or STDs..You are always sure that you wont get infected??


are there cameras allowed in hens party?how do women and you see that there are no pics clicked??

thank you..

STDs are like trophies! They're proof that you can get laid. The more STDs you get, the more evidence you have of getting laid. You see, if you have HIV, syphillis, gonnorhea, and chlamydia, then you are one amazing sex fiend!

Kidding aside, of course I am cautious of STDs. Paranoid even. I always made sure to carry at least four or five condoms with me. Since condoms are not 100% safe, I tested myself periodically. Luckily, I never gotten anything.

I recommend that everyone takes safe measures regarding sex. In this day and age of one-night stands, fuck buddies, swingers, and binge drinking, STDs are rampant as cockroaches. If you are dating someone new, I suggest going to a clinic and getting tested together before having any form of unprotected sex. If your partner disagrees with this, then ditch him or her. There is no sense in putting your health in jeopardy.

Even a faithful girl who has only had one sex partner can get an STD. Her partner could have given an STD to her. Even if they both got tested at the beginning of the relationship, he could have cheated on her multiple times and picked something up.

Sex may seem like fun and games in my stories, but there are consequences. You cannot go around having unprotected sex without a care in a world. I advise everyone to do so responsibly. Avoiding promiscuous people doesn't always work.

Regarding your other question, I allow cameras at my parties. Girls are free to take pictures of me. Most girls ask for my permission beforehand, and that's very nice of them to do so. Some of the wilder parties ban cameras though, because they want no evidence around that will get them in trouble later.

If anyone has anymore questions, feel free to e-mail me:

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Liquid Leggings

I received a few e-mails regarding my "Shiny Leggings" and "Personal Collection" postings. I deleted the "Personal Collection" post because of the adult content of the pictures. As for shiny leggings, I can post a few more.

This fashion style was great when I wrote about it in 2009, and it's still great now. I hope that hot women continue this trend. Enjoy:

Monday, November 15, 2010

How to Spot a Cheating Whore

Here was an interesting question posted by Anonymous regarding the following stories: Secrets That Women Keep
Have you ever regreted sleeping with any girls that you knew were getting married soon or had boyfriends? You know...kinda out of pity/or feeling bad knowing that he is about to marry this cheater/cumdumpster?

I feel bad for the guys who are marrying or dating such girls. However, these guys are a bit too trusting of their girlfriends, especially when these girls exhibit transparent behavior when cheating. I'll list the cheating girl's top 3 tactics below:

3. Girl ignores texts and phone calls - The cheater will do this while she's "having fun." Afterward, she'll return the call and make up some excuse about how "busy" she was. While a man can't expect his significant other to answer at all times, he can expect that such repetitive behavior shows that she has something better to do with her time...unless the guy is clingy and calls too much.

2. "You're jealous/controlling" - Some women have reason to say such a statement. Some men are jealous and controlling for no good reason. But I've noticed that a lot of women who cheat tend to pull out the "you're controlling" card when their boyfriends confront them on their bullshit. Since every reasonable guy wants to avoid the "jealous" and "controlling" label, he'll instantly become defensive. That's what the cheating girl wants, because now that the guy is busy defending himself, she has successfully diverted the attention away from her bad behavior.

Therefore, this accusation becomes a diversion tactic when the cheater has no real explanation to provide.

1. Sweet talk to cover up something bad - This is the number one downfall for most men, and a tactic that is used often.

During one instance, A girl pulled me away from the party and into a bedroom. She gave me a blowjob for about minute until she felt bad and stopped. I didn't know why. She just mumbled an apology to me and left the bedroom. When I went back to the living room, I heard this girl on the phone with her boyfriend telling him how "wonderful" he was, and how she "loved him to pieces." He fell for it. I was surprised myself, because she never told me that she had a boyfriend.

Overall, I feel bad for honest folks who fall for cheaters. It happens a lot, but the warning signs are often there. For those of you dating a possible cheater, but isn't sure, then I hope this list helps.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Mother Hen

Once I when I was stripping in Gainesville, Florida, I started a bitch fight. I didn't intentionally do it. It just happened.

A sorority was throwing a 21st birthday party for a particular blonde, whose name I can't recall anymore. The only thing I remember about her was that she was blonde, attractive, and wore a dress. I also remember that her big friend hired me--that's the only way I can describe her: big and tall. So I'll refer to as Big Girl. From there, I showed up, stripped, and did my normal routine, all while having a few drinks. All the girls were already drunk, and after awhile, I became drunk as well. Most of the girls were becoming more wild with me. Only Big Girl remained stern and serious.

The birthday girl pushed the moral boundaries of the party even further.

She was lying on the couch and I was atop of her, placing my crotch in her face. Before I could even react, she pulled down my thong. The room broke out into a cheer. I saw camera flashes, but I was too drunk to care. I changed positions with her, placing my torso between her legs. Next, I lifted up her dress, exposing her black underwear. More cheers. I placed the head of my cock, which was now hard, on the thong's fabric started doing back and forth motions, causing my cock to rub against her clit.

A few cheers.

The birthday girl was breathing heavily by now, and I knew she was aroused. "Oh God," she gasped. "I feel like I'm having sex with you."

Her big friend approached us with an angry look on her face. "I need to talk to you right now," she said to the birthday girl underneath me.


The birthday girl untangled herself from me, and followed her angry, friend into another room. The door slammed behind them. The girls who remained in the room took turns looking at me and the closed door. Then, we all heard Big Girl start yelling. "You fucking bitch! I can't believe you did that with the stripper! You have a boyfriend and this is how you behave?! You're acting like a whore!"

Several girls looked at each other in awkward silence. Several others looked at me. I shrugged. "I guess I'm going to get dressed now," I said.

I picked up my clothes and got dressed. It was pointless to try and strip in such dramatic chaos. Just as I finished putting on my clothes back on, Big Girl came out of the room alone.

"Leaving already?" she asked, as if nothing happened.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Well that's too bad," she said. "You should stay longer."

"I would, but I have somewhere else to be."

The girls in the room shifted out of their silence into tense conversations. It was a good thing I was leaving. I passed by the door, which was left ajar, and inside was the birthday girl sitting on the edge of the bed. I was about to say "bye" to her, but her demeanor checked me. She stared unseeing in a drunken stupor, her face puffy from crying. "I'm such a fucked up person," she moaned to herself.

I left her alone with her misery and walked out the front door. I was thinking that the birthday girl probably felt like complete shit. She faced a profound degree of humiliation and guilt on her birthday, as her social circle and relationship fell apart in shambles. What a birthday present. Perhaps pulling my thong down wasn't the best thing for her to do.

Had Big Girl not been there, I wondered how the party would've turned out. Everyone would've had a wild time. Many of the other girls seemed eager to shed their composure and let loose. Yet, Big Girl kept them in line like a mother hen watching over her chicks. Who knows what would've happened. I was only certain of one thing: I'm glad that I wasn't the birthday girl.

Then again, if I were married, I would love for my wife to have friends like Big Girl.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Long E-mail About a Male Stripper

Hey Dion, I just checked out your blog and its really cool. Just thought that i should let you know. I dont have any questions about your profession yet, but i kinda have a bit of a personal situation going on here and you are the perfect guy to ask for an advice,because you are a male stripper and you know how things work!:))) Hopefully you dont mind my question and I hear back from you:))
First of all my name is Mindy and I am 23 years old. I dont know where in the usa you are at,but I am from Buffalo ,but just moved with my sister to Bensenville, Illinois about 6 months ago.

Alright..long story short..a few months ago I went to a male strip club(it was my sister's birthday) and one of the dancers was really nice to me,he was talking to me so many times that night. I did have a couple of private dances with him and he kissed me on the lips and I mean a french kiss and he said that i turn him on every time.Anyways as i was leaving he told me that i know where to find him and i should go again. 2 months later I went there again and he remembered me. Again he was talking to me a lot, he said that im so cute.Later on that night he came and he grabed my hand and took me to their private room again for a dance and he kissed me again. When the dance was done he just said that i look so good. When i was leaving i went to him to say bye and he told me to ask about him at the door next time Im there and he'll get me in for free.

Anyways he never asked me for my number or anything like that, but he acts like he likes me. I was there twice and each time I got a lot of attention from him and we kissed - twice, and always says how cute I am. I even said to him that he just says that I am cute and I look good,because its his job and he needs to be flirty,but he said that thats not true and he doesnt need to say shi* if he doesnt want to.
I have a promise ring on my ring finger, that looks like an engagement ring, and I dont know if he has seen it and thats the reason why he is not trying to ask me out, or if its just because he is that good of a player and knows how to get me back there:)
By the way me and my boyfriend are taking a break right now and I dont even know why I still wear the ring.

Im so sorry for the long email. Please, let me know what do you think.Im so confused.I feel silly for emailing you,but no one else is going to give me an honest advice. My sister is all so convinced that he likes me and I do think that too,but at the same time I think he is justg having fun and playing around. I know that you know exactly how he thinks and how things work.Should I go there again? and if I go should I be more aggressive with him..I just dont want to ask him out as it looks so desperate:))

Okay, you asked for advice and I'm brutally honest about giving it, so here goes:

I know you like this guy, but he's probably not the type you would want to pursue.

Of course, he's taken an interest in you, but only the same kind of interest that he takes in the other girls he allows in for free. I guarantee that he has at least several lined up. I worked at one club and I used to do the same thing: Get a girl in for free because I wanted to fuck her---the potential list was long.

I'm also willing to bet that he's charming and gregarious too. As far as pursuing something with him, only do so if you don't mind sharing him with a dozen other girls. He *will* cheat on you.

As far as a sexual fling goes, I highly discourage it as well based off the exposure that some of these guys get. For instance, if I really tried to get laid with every opportunity that came my way, then I would've slept with at least 200 girls by now.

About the ring, here are two possibilities: 1.) He has noticed it and doesn't care, because he only wants to screw regardless if you're taken or not; 2.) he hasn't noticed, because he simply doesn't care enough to see if you're single or not. The ring is one of the first things I notice if I have taken an interest in someone.

Another red flag is the fact that he only comments on your looks, because that's all he's after. If he really liked you, then he would pay some heed to your personality. From what you have told me, he hasn't.

I've probably shot myself in the leg by giving this advice, but it's reality. So with that said, would you like to hire me for a party? I'll give you a good discount.

Monday, November 1, 2010


This was a birthday party that took place in a hotel room. As you can see from the picture above, I was wearing a cowboy outfit.

Several girls were wearing one-piece dresses or skirts. One of my favorite things to do is placing a girl on a chair and lifting her skirt up, exposing her underwear. I did this to the blonde in the black dress between the two beds. I rubbed my bulge against her pussy, with only the fabric of our underwear acting as the only barrier between us. The blonde was wearing black, knee-high boots, which I grasped by the ankles while I pressed against her.

This technique resembles foreplay since it usually turns most women on. Their breathing becomes heavy and they buck their hicks in response to my movements. When this happens, I can usually take matters into a much more decadent atmosphere. However, this only happens at the wildier parties.

As for this particular party, the women invited me out, but I had another party to strip for afterward. It's a shame when your own parties get in the way of more fun...