It’s been such a horrible year with all the stuff going on with the pandemic. I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to keep my job but I know a lot of people haven’t been so lucky. I try to support the businesses that can stay open as much as I can. And this year, I plan on having a good time at Rhode Island Dolls in Woonsocket, RI with a couple friends before the year is over. I want to make sure that I get to see my favorite Dolls and give them a little bonus.
I know that I can’t do it the way that I want to because of the restrictions and all but I will do what I can. I can’t help but think of holiday seasons in the past though. And all I want for Christmas this year is to be able to go to RI Dolls in the same way that I have in previous years. I find myself falling into this daydream quite often. It looks like this….
I started right at the front door of the Rhode Island Dolls gentlemen’s club in Woonsocket, Rhode Island. It’s my favorite special occasion place where my buddies and I go to have some adult fun, so it’s no surprise to me that I’d end up there dressed up as Santa. As I stepped in through the door, the sweet smell of women wafted to my nose. I took a deep breath to make sure I experienced the full effect of the aroma. It was a mixture of vanilla, musk, lilacs, and eroticism.
As I made my way to my special red velvet chair, two sexy elves dressed in skimpy little green outfits came up beside me and each one grabbed an arm. They walked with me to my special chair, which sat two steps higher than the rest of the tables in the strip club. I looked around the room and saw a few familiar faces, including my favorite RI Doll. She was wearing a tiny little green top with green sparkles and white fur trim. Her little matching red skirt didn’t cover her apple-bottom completely, which was so sexy. We made eye contact, and she slinked over to my chair and asked me if she could do anything for me. I thought of a few dirty, none of which were appropriate in public. But when I opened my mouth, I just asked her to dance for me.
This stripper is my favorite because she moves like a vixen, but smells like a Goddess. She pulled out a hairpin and her soft hair cascaded around her shoulders like waves of silk threads. When she leaned forward, her pointy pink nipples were so close to my skin that I got goosebumps. I was really surprised and aroused when she climbed up on top of me and started to ride me like a cowboy on a bucking bull. I had a hard time not creaming in my pants, but I didn’t want her to stop. With each thrust of her smooth hips, her round breasts bounced in unison. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they bobbed up and down like two happy melons.
I know I can’t touch the exotic dancers at RI Dolls, so I started thinking about my wife sitting on top of me and bouncing up and down on my crotch. Now this fantasy is getting interesting. While my naked wife and I are getting it on, the three Dolls were standing around us, playing with the most sensitive and intimate areas of our bodies. I threw my head back and bit my lower lip to stop a moan from escaping from my throat. My wife got up and turned around so her back was facing me. Then she leaned back, and I reached up to cup her breasts as she lowered herself down on me. Then she went into action.
I was sort of in a sexual daze at this point, thinking about how it would feel if this was happening in real life, when I started to hear my name being called faintly. I sprung back into consciousness and saw my wife standing in front of me with her bags. Is that a nipple protruding from her thin pink sweater?
When we got home, my pants were on fire. We walked through the front door, dropped the bags, and I took off her clothes right then and there. First, I had her up against the wall. But it felt too good. Then I took her to the floor and showed her who was in charge. I found myself once again fantasizing that I was Santa and my wife was my sexy elf, only this time I was able to let my explosion take over and erupt into my wife. Santa came early this year.