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I hope my absence has not alienated any of you who might be out there reading this. 

I guess I'll start by recounting my exploits while in Dallas.  I was disappointed not to hook up with any Dallas based blog readers while there.  The week prior to heading out of town was difficult and unfortunately the prospect of a week alone on the road, without a co-worker from my division or the wife gives rise to a certain anticipation and feeling of liberty - almost vacation like.  Invariably this gets me into trouble. 

Sunday was shot doing laundry and packing, then off to the airport.  Enroute to Detroit we held for weather, and my flight from DTW to DFW was also delayed.  I didn't get to Dallas until almost 11pm and by that time was tired and frustrated.  The next day I grabbed big breakfast in the morning, a luxury I rarely indulge in on a weekday, then maintained relatively good cheer throughout the class.  Free at 5pm, I headed back the hotel to clean up a bit, drop my computer and head out for the evening.  First stop, lobby bar.  I was staying close to DFW so the crowd is not quite the same as at a sheik new boutique hotel down town.  I killed my free drink in short order, avoided conversation with the other lonely businessmen and split for a sure spot for dinner.  
 
Texas has it's own sexuality.  The women have a southern charm with a sort of red neck inhibition and sass while at the same time being intelligent and often quite comsmopolitan.  I'm convinced lady Texans like sex.  I'm also convinced they are tolerant of a mans desire for sex, and hold little contempt for a mans explaination of "need".  Texas, and Dallas in particular, has more of a sex industry than a lot of other places with similar sized populations, or so it seems. 

Hmm.  The Sweedish Institute? (large billboard)  I'm betting asian spa with caucasian women.  I exited the freeway probably an exit too late but decided I'd explore a bit anyway.  I enjoy exploration, virtually anywhere.  The part of Dallas was industrial, tired and dusty.  Lot's of trucks, warehouses and one of those really sad looking hotels, complete the manditory stolen shopping cart in parking lot.  You know, one of those places which serve as apartments ,a week at a time, for people who don't want to be found.  I drove a few blocks, hung another right figuring if nothing else I'd loop back and get downtown to dinner.  I figured I was in sex country and sure enough within a few minutes I passed number of adult book stores.  I knew better, but I headed into one.  Adult bookstores are pretty much all the same.  Gruff attendent, rows of shelves of videos and dvds, a toy area, etc.  There are also always men there.  For those of you who may not know, the video booths are often a hangout for homosexual men who will have sex in booths or thru glory holes located between booths.  Being totally straight and admittedly homophobic when it comes to a bulky truckdriver with 800 miles and 2 pints of wild turkey behind him, I'm always on guard when in these places.  I'm no snob but hey you also have to think if I was criminal and wanted to roll someone for their wallet and wanted to do it in a place where their victum be unlikely to report the crime....anyway I checked out some videos.  It's rare but there are also sometimes women who go to adult bookstores for the express reason of showing off or having sex with men.  Often their hubby/boyfriends are there to protect them or watch.  It's a rare relic of the adult theater orgies of the 70's or a risky offshoot of current swinging.  A woman who want's sex that badly, in such a carnal and risky manor is a huge turn on for me.  Anyway it's rare, but I've seen it and that's what primarily drew me in.  None such luck here, so I looked at the back of a few more videos...just enough to feel vauge stiring below, then out. 

I continued my loop and came upon the Swedish Instituted.  I'm curious, what the heck.  I walked up the mirrored door and rang the bell.  I was shown inside by a girl about 20.  In a lobby area 5 girls stood and in turn introduced themselves by fake first name.  One had beautiful blue eyes and long, straight, neary black hair.  She had a loose tank top on and huge tits, that looked natural but sagged, and her outfit was more sloppy than sexy.  It was true for each of them.  They all had a few physical attributes that made them desireable, a few others that indicated they were poor, abused, worn out, or unhealthy.  $150/hour.  I looked at the blue eye brunette for a second, felt more sorry than horny and told them I was heading to dinner and might stop by later.  

I felt relieved and more frustrated when I got back in the car.  Good call, avoid disease, arrest, $150 still in my pocket.  On the other hand, now I'm starting to get really horny.  I've seen images on the back of videos of hundreds if not thousands of women who perform every act on video.  I've just met 5 women who if I saw them on the street in another context I would definately be attracted to and I know that they'll each perform those acts...

I head out, planning to get downtown when I pass another bookstore and see a couple walking in.  Left lane, left turn, in a driveway, back up, on the street, left lane, left turn in.  This place is a lot cleaner.  A smaller selection of videos, a larger selection of toys.  She's talking quitely to him.  Ettiqute here is the same as any store or perhaps amplifed, you don't walk up to a stranger...  I'm runing out of places to browse and discretely look their way.  They haven't looked around much and I'm guessing they would have made eye contact if they wanted company by now.  Still it's  hot she's in here, completely unashamed.  I decide to check the booths here.  You're given a key and it looks like privacy is assured.  These are different than anything I've seen before.  A couch, coffee table and large screen TV.  I decide to stand rather than risk the couch.  Still, the place does look clean.  The space implies room for others.  I settle in to a channel about halfway thru the 100+ and enjoy a few minutes of a first person camera perspective of what it's like to have two women eagerly kissing, licking and sucking you at the same time.  I decide to stop short.  I'm very hard and have boxers on.  I wait long enough to be soft enough not to be completely obvious, but still if a woman looks, I'll be a bit more, uh "present" than I might otherwise be.  I'm starving. 

I had eaten at Lombardi's several times before when in Dallas.  It's in the West End, near the place where JFK was shot and so it's not the hippest local, but even on a Monday night there are people around.  The food is reasonable, the wine was good and I sat alone outside on the patio.  A few tables over 3 women sat, looking like married women on a girls night out.  I caught the eye of one, and we shared a smile.  I was loving Texas.  She was in her mid to late thirties, wore a light, sleeveless dress with short skirt, and had bright yellow mules on.  While the heels were just a tad short for my taste, the anklet made up for it.  Very hot.  Our eyes met a few times, but alas it was one me against the three of them and they were ahead of me mealwise.   I sipped a chianti classico as I conspired ways to seperate her from the others in order to even the odds.  Leaning back, relaxing and looking around I settled their waiter, a 40ish hispanic man had taked up post a step up on a higher part of the patio.  He was smiling with appreciation at the ladies, then turned towards me.  He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head in their direction when he saw me.  I discretely raised my class, nodding slightly and we shared a laugh.  I was loving Texas indeed.  Unfortunately they finished and got their before I was able to offer to buy them desert for sweetening the view.  I saw they boarded a courtesy van for the Magnolia hotel, and after considering it for a second, I decided it would be too stalkerish to show up in the lobby bar there. 

Dinner done, it was time to get to work. 

More to come!...