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The Down & Dirty, Tallie's Continuing Education  

AlyTal 31M/28F  
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6/6/2021 10:21 am
The Down & Dirty, Tallie's Continuing Education

Yesterday evening I found myself in discussion with a girl friend who was asking me questions about interracial things, things of mixed nationalities and ethnic groups, etc. She is a curious girl and we had an interesting conversation, and I told her a little of my own experience, and afterward it made me remember something I put in my private journal a couple of years ago. Since I was years old I have kept a personal journal, although not always faithfully, that I keep locked, passworded, and buried in the floor. LOL In lieu of a new blog entry this morning I will insert an entry from my journal below.

Any reader is invited to make any comments, suggestions, offer ideas, tell us a fantasy, or whatever you may like to say. // Tallie

Tallie's Journal, November 5, 2019
Sections: Life, Sexual

I think what happens in the many mixtures of people behind closed doors is so interestingly sexy.  When I was younger and involved with various boy friends in New York my friends and I would cruise the New York dance clubs after our earlier dates were over, and I learned a LOT about what happens in the racial salt and pepper mixtures late at night behind closed doors, and it was... Fun. <------ note the capital F.  LOL 
 
Occasionally Aly gets in that Fun mood with me, and there is a certain bar that he will take me to nearby to Pearl Harbor... where a lot of little white sweeties are afraid to go   I don't want to go there by myself, but if Aly or another male friend takes me there... I get comfortable there quite quickly, and the little dance floor at the back of the bar is so dark that no one sitting in the front of the bar can see much of what is happening on that dance floor.  Aly likes to take me there because he knows I turn on to it on the dance floor, the kissing, and the touching and fondling with big rough hands on my ass, and dancing the way I know how to in the sexy beat of the music, my arms wrapped around a strong man's neck, and my belly, my breasts, and my hips grinding and moving into the man the way it feels the nicest to both me and the man that is pulling me into him, the hard body of a working man that I am pressing myself against to the rhythm and beat of the sexy music.  I generally allow the man to set the pace so to speak of how he wants to dance with me and I don't hold anything back, and they usually catch on to that quickly and the next thing I know I am practically getting humped in a standing position. LOL

When we occasionally go to that quiet little bar Aly has a tactic that he uses that helps me… to help him… enjoy what he likes to watch from the perspective of his own voyeuristic feelings that allows him to really turn on… to the very nice feelings his tactic also gives to me … because I have come over time to understand the feelings he enjoys so much, and the exhibitionist feelings that he prompts in me really turns me on quite nicely. I have asked him probably 0 times why he likes to watch me with other men, and after thinking about it for a time I understand it. He explains that sometimes the focus of his pleasure is to be able to see and understand the pleasure that I have with the other men. He says that somehow seeing my pleasure makes me even better for him. When he explains it that way I understand it, and when I understand it, it makes me want to please him even more in the way he enjoys seeing me equally as much as being with me himself. So anyway, when we go to that bar his tactic is to guide me to the center of the bar and sit me on a bar stool, and he turns my bar stool to aim my legs at the room that is usually at least half full of men. It usually doesn't take long for the more experienced men to instinctively catch on, and that's when Aly and I are able to make new friends with the men who approach us.

Although Aly can't see much of what is happening when I am on the dance floor at the rear of the building with the men who ask me to dance, it literally thrills Aly UP with the erotic male voyeur feelings it gives him, especially when I return from the dance floor with a man attached to my hip, the man's arm around me, and my hair disheveled about my face, my lipstick smeared around my mouth like a who has been in a heavy kissing session, and my blouse or shirt askew after having it unbuttoned and my breasts and nipples caressed so nicely on the dance floor. Aly takes me there to tease me, to warm me up, to get my skirt up higher where others can see the V patch of my panties, and then we may leave and go somewhere else to check out other possibilities at the tourist lounges. Half the time when we start out at that little out of the way bar we will go back there again later in the evening, and when we walk in the door again when it is later at night, the men I danced with before know exactly why we came back, and the invitations to dance again begin quickly, and more seriously because they understand the little game that Aly and I play at that bar is very possibly becoming… more real for them.
 
Sweet discreet little journal with pretty pink electronic borders around my secret pages… shall I say it out loud?  Aly knows me so well, and he understands why sometimes I want the experience of the racial mixtures to enjoy it for what it is for me, for the way I enjoy the contrast with my own haole white skin body.  I am pleased that Hawaii is a quite diversified crossroads of the world, especially Oahu, and we have it all among the local male species with the many backgrounds, the different ethnic groups, the varied stripes and colors of the male society. Men who are haole white like Americans or many Europeans, British, Australian, and also Black, Polynesian, Hispanic, Asian of the various kinds, Indian, and sometimes even a few Arabs.  In all of the Hawaiian Islands now the Asian population actually outnumbers the haole, and those of pure Hawaiian or other Polynesian extract are third on the population list. I don't consort with all of them continuously, but when I do feel the want of such interesting physical contrast Aly has sort of a knack to know it and he will urge me to dress like the whores on Kalakaua Drive that runs the length of Waikiki Beach in their super short shorts, booty shorts, the uniform of a Honolulu whose legs curve quite nicely in their four inch plus stilettos. Aly will often whisper to me to ask me if I am ready to go slutfucking, and we laugh together when I pretend to be shocked at his suggestion.

I know Aly as well as he knows me, and I understand why he sometimes has his own cravings to take me someplace that is overtly down and dirty, the little bar where the working girls go to drink and relax before the next trick.  You wouldn't believe some of the questions and suggestions that I get from the different types of men who go there, and I quietly repeat everything to Aly that those men say to me because I know he thrills to their words directed at me, and he gets off on it over and over again when I remind him of what they said to me when they wrapped me in their arms on the dance floor, and what they whisper to me again later if we go somewhere to fuck after the dancing. 
 
At such times, on such down and dirty nights, sitting at the bar with Aly in that little bar with men all around us at the various tables looking at me, Aly will ask me, “What do you want baby?” It pleases him immensely when I quietly whisper to him, "This is what I want sweetie. Make me your babyslut girl tonight honey, make me do it.  I want to do it for you, and also… for me.  Make me do it please."  When I say things like that to him he will get that certain expression of his lust on his face because my words nearly make him cum in his pants sitting right there at the bar with his hand on my thigh with my skirt up high so others can see my legs quite plainly. At such moments my own exhibitionist feelings thrills me inside so nicely, mentally and physically, and that causes me to enjoy the little tingles and buzzing in my nipples with his hand touching me, caressing my thighs, because I love it when all those other men are looking, especially when I can tell what they are thinking. Sometimes it turns me on so much it feels like my nipples are going to melt.

We hardly ever buy a drink at that little bar because when we are there the drinks just sort of magically arrive from the cutie little light skinned mulotto waitress who delivers them from the benefactors around the room, and I will say to Aly, "This drink is my payment in advance.  Are you sure you would like for me to drink it?"  He knows full well what the question means, that if I accept the drink from whoever the man was that sent it to me, that I become unofficially obligated to the man that sent it to us to dance with him, and perhaps more, and perhaps later when I am on the dance floor with the man to whisper in his ear to invite the man to go with us when we leave the bar. In Aly's mind the drink I hold in my hand is rather symbolic for the money that the working girls insist on getting before she does anything. In Aly's mind it is like the payment I receive in advance before I accept an invitation to dance with the man who sent it to me. Without even talking about it, if I continue accepting drinks from the same man, it is a signal to Aly, and perhaps to the man, that I may be fuckable.

When in that little bar I purposely won't drink the harder<b> alcohol </font></b>because I don't really like it, or its effects, so I will drink something softer that allows me to last through the evening. I have to be careful with gin, because gin makes me want to fuck quickly, and then it makes me feel terrible the next morning. When I am ready to get more serious and am feeling sexy with the man watching me closely whoever the man may be, and I will give Aly that “I'm ready now smile” that he recognizes, and I will lean forward and kiss him warmly. After I kiss him I will turn to nod my head and smile at the man who sent me the drink, and I will raise the glass to thank the black man, or Asian man, or the grizzled older retired sailor who drinks there, whoever it was who sent the drink to me. The experienced men catch on quickly, and after I do that it will generally only be moments when the man arrives our table to ask politely, and I will offer him my hand and follow him to the dance floor to pay what I owe to our liquid benefactor. In Aly's mind it is like I have been paid, and now it is my duty to reciprocate with something of value to the man. The men at the bar are smart enough to respect Aly and send him a drink as well, and their recognition of Aly helps him to maintain his own self esteem. The men are not stupid, and they know it helps them to get their foot in my door in a friendly way to both of us. Most of them are smart enough to know that if I came in with Aly, I will be leaving with him. Sometimes someone may misunderstand and think that I will leave with them while Aly waits for me as if he is my , but that doesn't happen often.
 
On such nights I always have my party bag with me, and if the situation develops further like it sometimes does I always have the mandatory condoms, nothing ever happens without condoms, and I have my own soap that works on the inside as well as the outside in the hotel shower, or wherever it may be, and the Listerine and strong biochem toothpaste with my battery driven toothbrush that neutralizes the cum that a man may deliver to my mouth.  I never drink the cum unless I know someone really, really well, like perhaps some of the males that are qualified to cum in my mouth that I can consume by the rules of the Culture of Aloha.  We don't actually go there to get me fucked nice every time because sometimes the men in that particular bar are of no interest with crappy personalities, or physical characteristics that genuinely make them unattractive sexually, but when there are men there who may be interesting, the later it gets Aly will begin urging me to select a man, and I will do that through the process of dancing with them, but sometimes if Aly has been an especially good boy I will give him a present and I will let him choose the man for me.  He loves doing that, but he is worse than I am at making up his mind.  LOL  Sometimes things are so spontaneously irresistible to me we can barely get out to the parking lot when a new friend gets so excited he backs me up against the car door, and I confess I get very excited myself and I lip lock the guy when he is pushing my top up to get his hands on my breasts, and if I let them they may go for my panties. It sometimes takes minutes or more just to drive out of the parking lot.  LOL  Sometimes I am so turned on they will make me cum with their fingers right there with me backed up against the car door, and Aly has to practically drag me into the car because I get so excited I am ready to fuck right there in the parking lot. It has happened.
 
Oh my gosh sweet journal!!!  If I don't stop this I may have to go downstairs from the office here and flirt with the doorman, a man I have known for a long time.  (I am here at the office after hours by myself playing catch up while Aly is out of town.) The doorman used to work in hotel security, but he is old now and works as the doorman calling the taxi's in.  He has been teasing me for years like only an older man can get away with.  In these recent years he has called my car for me probably a thousand times, and I give him a dollar every time.  He actually makes more money in a year than the general manager of the hotel, one dollar at a time.  Most of the gold diggers that go in and out of the doors have no idea of his substance, the manners and courtesy of an ultimate gentleman who can buy and sell many others who pass through the big revolving door. He is a cool older man, and I like him. He seems to understand that I enjoy giving him glimpses of my legs and ass, or cleavage, and he always smiles back at me with an understanding expression. One of these days I may go winkie blinkie at him and see what happens. LOL Because of Aly's business we only live here on Oahu part of the year, and when we move back to the mainland after our Hawaii time is over I give him a $0 bill because I know he shares it with the younger bell men who are always so helpful to me when they carry my packages and things upstairs to the office.
 
Regarding that quiet little bar, I agree with Aly that it is sometimes ok to get down and dirty, and you just have to do it safely, and in a smart way,  Sometimes when a new friend has me backed up against the car door in that parking lot Aly who is usually already in the car behind the wheel likes to reach through the open passenger window to tightly clasp my hands behind me. He especially likes to do that if the man gets his hand inside my panties because Aly knows I will likely push the man away so I can get in the car before he fingers me, and the reason Aly grabs my hands and holds them tightly is because he knows that I like it and I will cum right there against the car door with the man's fingers inside me.  Aly is very audible sensitive you could say.  He loves to hear me chirping through my orgasm right there in the parking lot where it is possible others can also hear me.  If there are others nearby, maybe sitting there in their cars doing the same thing, or if they are just loitering having a smoke outside the bar, Aly wants them to know how excited I am, that I have succumbed to the hands of a man who nearly fucked me on the dance floor to later walk out of the club with us to go somewhere private. Aly wants them to know I am having a really nice orgasm and cumming only several feet away from the door of the bar, and there is not a fucking thing I can do about it with Aly holding my hands behind me.  I admit that I am a subby to my hubby, and in my mind its like I have to do it because he wants me too. When I get in the car and perch myself on the man's lap I will often lean over and kiss Aly and ask him... "Are you having fun baby? Do you like this?"  Because he is driving he will often put his hand high up inside my thighs with his free hand... while I am smooching the other man, and then feeding my nipples to the other guy's mouth while enroute to wherever we are going where they are both going to fuck me silly… with a new black friend, Asian friend, Indian friend, or maybe even a white friend with them usually getting me first as our guest, and as Aly's invited guest to have me, and Aly getting me after, and both of them usually more than once.  I do literally love being with two men, and I know what Aly is often thinking when both of them fuck me more than once because… to him… it is like the small, gentle gangbang of the moment that he wants me to enjoy. I do know what he is thinking when it happens, and I do enjoy the pleasure of his thoughts, and I let him know it when I may ask the other man if he is ready to fuck me again, and then I wink at Aly to let him know I know what he is thinking and that it is cool, that I like what he is thinking. When that happens Aly is ready to go again even if the other man is not.

Aly and I are both very mental, and we communicate intimately so well I sometimes can't believe how good it gets for both of us, how easy it is for us because we know each other so well. On the nights when we start out at that little bar it is always Aly's intention to get me stuffed, pumped, and fucked nice, and I am always so happy to be his wife. Like other men often say to him, I consider myself to be a lucky girl.
 
Once when a black friend was about to leave the hotel afterward he put money on the end table beside the bed.  Aly picked up the money and handed it back to him, and the man refused to take it saying he had a really great time.  So Aly handed the money to me, and I tore up the money into many pieces right in front of the man.  Then... the man caught on, and he apologized profusely.  He actually was a basic nice person and just didn't understand because of the place where we had met him.  He apologized big time and actually went down to one knee and kissed my hand asking for me to forgive him, and I did, and that was when Aly went out to get his camera from the car, and it started all over again. The man stripped off his clothes quickly and was between my legs already fucking me when Aly came back in the door. The man got so excited he went down on me again and it was another two hours before we finally left the motel about the time the sun was coming up.
 
When Aly first started taking me to that little down and dirty bar occasionally I thought it was interesting that fully half of the men in that bar were young guys, like 18 and up, the young sailors from the Base, and of course there were the men in their 30s, 40s, 50s, and even up to 70s.  The young guys, barely more than boys are there because they are curious about the prostitutes.  I like the young guys because they are the best dancers, but Aly explained to me the young one's are there because for them it is like a rite of passage, and if I fucked them for free it would actually spoil the rite for them.  Aly said, "They will fuck you, no prob, but you don't actually fit the profile that gives them their bragging rights for having participated in the rite."  I asked him how he knew about that, and all he said was... "I grew up in Nashville."  LOL
End of entry


forgotforgetting 55M
7966 posts
6/8/2021 9:04 am

Fascinating. You are a fun couple. More power to you.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


AlyTal 31M/28F  
126 posts
6/8/2021 6:43 pm

forgetforgetting... Thank you Sir Knight // Tallie


forgotforgetting 55M
7966 posts
6/9/2021 12:30 pm

    Quoting AlyTal:
    forgetforgetting... Thank you Sir Knight // Tallie
You are most welcome.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


rakordubro 55M  
26 posts
11/11/2021 7:13 am

I've hinted many times to my wife that I would enjoy knowing she had fucked another man, but she keeps telling me that she's only a horny slut for me. Other men don't really interest her. It is very flattering, of course, but I obviously made a mistake by treating her so well. Just kidding - obviously, that is what a husband is supposed to do. It just foreclosed her getting frisky with anyone else. (I've also hinted at her having sex with women, but she assures me she's completely straight.)

Nothing changes faster than the speed of love.
- Rush


AlyTal 31M/28F  
126 posts
11/11/2021 10:10 am

rakordubro... I am the first to always objectively recognize that not everything is for everybody. My hubby and I go back and forth quite a lot with ideas and suggestions, but obviously not all of them are of interest to both of us all the time. It seems to me that very often timing is everything, but for the current time if you are both happy together, THAT is still a very good thing for the prime time, you know.

Don't give up, but be happy. That's all any of us can do, you know. I always wish my friends the highest, nicest, best of all things to enjoy in whatever way they enjoy them the most


rakordubro 55M  
26 posts
11/11/2021 8:14 pm

Thanks!

Nothing changes faster than the speed of love.
- Rush


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