EROTIC CITIES THE FLIP-SIDE EPISODE FOUR SWINGERS CONT

EROTIC CITIES THE FLIP-SIDE

THE DIRTY DIRTY SOUTH

EPISODE FOUR


SWINGERS CONTINUED



Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.

Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.

Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?

The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.

When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”

I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?

This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!

When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.

Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.

There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.

I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?

They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.

They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.

The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!

At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.

This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.

But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.

That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.

Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com

EPISODE THREE/EROTIC CITIES

It is so ironic, today as I was out and about focusing on me and the things that were in my future. And it seems as if since I started writing this column. My eyes have seen more, and my ears have heard more. It is the truth, I decided to go to the library and write today to get a different vibe and energy. As I left the library, I walked a very short distance to Starbucks to grab a mocha frap. As I sat outside at one of the tables, a gentleman from Brooklyn, New York approached, his line was original, however I soon found out why he had come and spoke to me. He asked if I had a lighter, which turned to be false. Because as we vibing and gelled very well with our conversation, he then pulled out a lighter!

We talked, shared, all was great. Until the end of the great conversation, of course the conversation went to sex, as most conversations do with adults. But this young suitor spoke that he was a very shy person. However how does a shy person come up with a real quick way to speak to you? And how does a shy person speak about how he will have sex with you and look you in the eye? Erotic City, here we go again.

As with the last column, I promised to finish up from where I left off. And that is with one of the most annoying men that I had suspected as being an undercover lover who is open about his attractions to women. But not as open about his attraction to men. I have come to notice, well in this incidence I am of course going to explain. There are some men that are real persistent with women and have sex on the brain all the time. Maybe you can relate this to a buddy of yours, man of course. Maybe your brother or classmate. Now what I am about to say is no offense to any heterosexual men. However, I am very leery of a man who sleeps sex, eats sex, looks at sex, is sex, breathes and lives his life through sex. Are there men who have an addiction to sex? Sure there are! There does come a time in life where we all can not have sex on the brain, regardless in myth opinion how Dr.’s have stated how often men think of sex a day. But when you are so persistent in your search and need for it, for me it raises a flag. Not with all men, and not with half. The percentile is low, however for me when a man talks about all the women he wants with you, states he wants you too. How often he is having sex, for me it is a cover up! Yes I said it and meant it. It is a cover up so that know one real know that you really are attracted to men.

This man went overboard all of the time with his sexual lust and desires. He pursued me relentlessly for “ass” however I then began to ask what type of sex he was asking for. And he literally meant what he said or asked for. So that had me question his sexuality. They say there is a first time for everything, and it is indeed. But I never had a man be so insistent in asking for anal sex! Of course the red flags are raised, and being at this company for a year and a half. Now I have others as well as this gentleman saying he is “gay” He told me that there were people at the company that would come and tell me that he was gay. He said he didn’t let it get to him. Please keep in mind, I was not seeking nor wanting to know a lot about the individuals I worked with. I wanted to have them as colleagues only; I didn’t want to hang with them after work either. I know the person you may see at work is not the same person outside of work. However I had so many people so willing to give the dirt on so many at the company. I knew that I would get to know them on my own and have my own perception of them.

When my co-worker had revealed that he loved women too much to be with a man, too much to even consider a man. It was over a period of three months that I had really spoken with him and seen another side of him that I was now attracted to. No fronts are ego grandstanding, I seen this side of him after I had turned him down profusely of having sex with him. It was not until he opened himself up that he shortly went back to being the overbearing sex fiend.

I believe that while I was here I have dated at least three men that later made me have some thoughts that they would, could, and may have been with men. I truly loathe when I feel as if I have been taken for a ride by anyone, and having the wool pulled over my eyes by a man in seclusion about his sexual attraction to men hurts, but bothers me more. And here in Atlanta it had gotten blown out of the water!

And if you are asking had I had a sexual liaison with a man that I felt went both ways, well, yes I did. I didn’t find out until after we had been intimate with each other. With two of them, I later met their friends, people they worked with, and also ran into women that were now “friends” and came to me and told me stories. Of course I immediately put the brakes on the sexual experience. I then began to investigate a little more. And I too saw the other side that was in a so-called closet.

I was told so many times by so many different people about the down-low and gay men here in Atlanta. Every man that I met seemed to be homophobic in some sort of way. I could not have a conversation with a man here without him bringing up the subject of the gays that resided here in Atlanta and how out of control it was here. If I were to put all the men that I had met from the time I moved to Atlanta, 70% had told me that they were hit on by a gay man. I am not being cruel or dislike gay men; I am making a very valid point here. The down-low population is extremely high in the city of Atlanta that gay men question most men! Why wouldn’t they? Many of them of course lead double lives. The infamous Piedmont Park hosts a night in the park where a lot of “heterosexual” men that are married, live with their significant other, engaged, or have a girlfriend. These are the men that go and have these quiet affairs with openly gay men and still pursue “heterosexual” women. And in this city of over whelming proportions, men now being more open to “try” something new. But why pursue women with a hard velocity to where now you seem like a hound? That every woman that passes you by, that you see, encounter, you have to say something. Because you are fighting to save yourself from the lust of being with a man. I do not go and sleep with a lot of men because I am fighting from being with a woman. Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!!!! All the time as much as I can with any and every man?

I was now getting more and more paranoid of dating men in Atlanta. I had begun to look at all men with one eye brow raised. Can you blame me? When you have talked and spoke to men (everyone I had met) spoke on the gay men here, the down-low men. I was hearing this more from men than women. Which also had me questioning the fact of why in the very beginning of meeting a man they were speaking of the gays in Atlanta? The heterosexual company I had met and kept now had their boxers in a bunch! This was a concern for them just as it was a concern for heterosexual women. And I had met many women who knew that their husband, fiancée, or significant other slept with men. But were so hard up to have a man in their life that they accepted it. And let’s say that’s in the same origin of women being hard up and having a man who is already taken.

This is not what I was down to do. I did not want any man that wanted another man just to say I had a man. That was a mouthful! I wanted a man who was only attracted to women, so now here lies the perplexity of my situation. I had begun to now ask men when I first met them, “Have you ever been with a man?” “Are you bi-sexual?” Now I was acting as the Romans, and when in Rome this is what some do. I was slipping into the mode of offending “heterosexual” men. Just as they pleaded their case to me in regards to women asking them the same question. But I was asking because there were alarms going off all the time in my head. This had nothing to do with a man having feminine ways. It is cruel to say a person has the “look” of being a lesbian or a gay man. Now of course you can tell by the appearance of some but not all of them.

The openness of whatever, however you want it was out of control. When any man or woman (not just a few) walks up to you and openly tells you what they want from you, and what they want to give to you. I mean flirting is a beautiful thing, it truly is. I enjoy flirting and to be flirted with. Throwing myself at someone has never ever come into the forefront of my brain. Never have I thrown myself and my beliefs on anyone!

SWINGERS


The visits I had to Atlanta prior before moving there were wonderful! I saw grand opportunities, prime real estate, an overall better life than where I had come from. Rent was affordable, housing, it seemed as if they were giving houses away! There were so many places a girl like me could go and shop, eat, poetry houses, coffeehouses, lounges. And the city overall had the largest networking group that in my opinion was unheard of! It was so much more of that bohemian flavor that I craved to be around. People like me that wanted so much more and were not given the same opportunities where they originally lived. Atlanta offered so many people small business loans, and the information was not hidden from the residents. Seminars and public meetings all free, plenty of resources.

I had met and spoke with people that had taken a small hustle and made it into a lucrative business that has brought in a huge income. Example; I met a man that had started a business in taking seniors to the store and to their doctors appointments. Of course they have services with the mass transit system Marta that assisted people. But this was mostly for those with a form of disability.

What started out as helping the people that lived in the neighborhood let this man purchase a van, and now he has a transportation business where he was able to quit his full-time job! And all it took was two years to reach this echelon.

I also met two men who had started a cleaning service that would go clean offices that had sometimes one or two floors. I met this man online, and he worked it seemed all the time to get this business off the ground. Later when he had sent me a hello through the website, he had pics of the new home he was building from the ground up! It was a mansion; no way could one do that where I had come from.

Understand that I did not move here on a whelm just because Atlanta was a hot spot. It took me twenty plus years to finally move here, I knew what I wanted, and I was open to do what I had to make my dreams of a better comfortable life come true.

So now I will share with you some things that I later found out after moving here. I was told by quite a few that if I was invited to a club called “Trapeze” not to go. Well the party life, night life, club life was not in my social scheme anymore. Atlanta is very popular for its party life. I asked what was this club, and I was told it was a swingers club. A swingers club? Really? You can pay to walk into a club and have sex? This was unheard of from where I came from. We had no such things. And these clubs like the Trapeze were many and legal! I was shocked and very surprised. And the people took it as if this was normal! How can a place that was considered a part of the Bible belt, that didn’t serve liquor out of any store on Sunday have swinger clubs???

Well, my time is up again. Tune in next week for the many lives of swing Dom. Erotic Cities The Flip-Side every Wednesday!

“Just Toy”
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com

EROTIC CITIES THE FLIP-SIDE

THE DIRTY DIRTY SOUTH

EPISODE TWO

Atlanta a city that was placed on the map because the Olympics was hosted there. This is what I refer to as the “gold-rush” era. In the 90’s is when so many people from everywhere came to attend the festivities and watch the various sporting events.

Atlanta had to prepare for this, so the city built hotels all over the place! In the suburbs and of course there were a lot erected around and by the airport. It was like this city had resurrected of some sort. Of course Atlanta is the capitol of Georgia. So here comes all of these new visitors seeing the beauty of Atlanta, housing was cheap, the land beautiful. The place friendly, so now people were making moves form the “big city” down to the south. Major corporations had moved their headquarters to Atlanta. Of course they all saw the potential, and they (Atlanta) had to provide jobs for these millions of people whom had flocked there.

Then there was Freak Nik, what started off as a spring break event hosted and promoted by a popular DJ. He had the right connections to get Hip-Hop artist to come and perform in the city of Atlanta. He had no set place for the event; it was given at various places all over the city. Mostly parking lots or parks. Of course this event had a city permit. Here the college kids (which whom it was for) Clarke University, Morehouse, Spellman, and all other colleges and Universities could kick back and have a great time. They were able to come see live performances from some of the top artist in Hip-Hop.

Now what ended up happening was that word had spread of Freak Nik, and you now had not only college students from Atlanta coming to Freak Nik, but you had other teenagers coming from other states to attend the festivity. However, as Freak Nik grew in its popularity, it attracted adults in their early twenties late twenties and their thirties. Of course we all know what goes on at spring break with young kids. Drinking, drugs, and sex, so now everyone would like to test the waters and have a free for all.

I was astounded when I spoke to men that actually made their vacation plans around Freak Nik. How they spoke of the illicit sex that was had by many right their in the daylight! Women stripping, drinking, women fondling each other, exchanging oral favors with the men, young men and older (too old for that scene) drinking and acting out from seeing all that flesh. Can you imagine the eroticism that went on? This had now gotten way out of control. It was no longer about the free concerts, it was now to the point that people were gathering in various places, taking up parking lots where no one was able to get in or out of the parking light. Men walked around with guns, women were being raped, and also gang raped. Calls were made to the police to come break up the disruptive behavior. Of course there was smoking and selling of drugs, and both sexes drunk out of their minds. This was an event that the men could ask outwardly and very forward could they have sex.

It had hit the fan, Freak Nik had caused riots, and it was banned from the city of Atlanta. They have spoken about bringing it back here. But it left such an atrocious taste in her mouth (Atlanta) she was now something she never ever wanted to be, a hoar, and prostitute.

And during the five year stint of Freak Nik, more explorers had moved there. How wonderful for the many women and men in Atlanta. I was always told the positive and wonderful things about the city. How artsy it was, how beautiful, how easy it was to start a business, how easy the hustle was, the land of plenty, cheaper housing, more for your money. The men were respectful, (really?) and the list goes on and on.

I believe that things can leave forever a bad taste in ones mouth, example; the Holocaust, slavery, crack, Reganomics, AIDS, the black plague, the Bush administration. Bad memories, unhealthy times and weights to carry for so many of us. Well for over the 8 million people that had moved there, woe unto them. Women and men were having illicit affairs everywhere. Marriages were breaking up because the women and men were so lose with themselves.

And because of the unattractive energy Freak Nik left upon the city. A place where she was graced to serve the world Olympics ruined! Ruined by sex, lies, and so many raw tales of what goes on there.

Freak Nik in Atlanta was devastating, had all these people thinking and feeling it was okay to express them selves when and where they wanted. I moved to Atlanta in 2006, so I was far from the Freak Nik days. And here were people acting as if the festivity still reigned upon the city of women and men there.

THE COMPANY I WORKED FOR
LUST & NO SHAME

There was a man that was fired from the company before I got there for receiving oral copulation from a woman that worked there. She was giving him oral sex in the parking lot of the job! There were women and men sneaking off at lunch and having sex at the nearby park, and inside cars. Supervisors would be fired if they had any relationships, friends and anything else with employees. They could not fraternize with anyone that was a customer service representative of the company. Of course this stopped none of them.

A lady who was a supervisor was having and affair with a young man seven years her junior there. She was thirty-six. She gave him money, she let him get away with tons of things, and they hung out after work. Went on trips, and she was his supervisor. She had been with this company for years, and she had a lot to lose being in the throes of such madness. But she was hooked, hung up by her lust for this young man. I heard she had screwed quite a few dudes at the company. And if I were judging from outer appearances, she would not be my choice of a woman that I would have sex with (if I were a man). However she did have a beautiful personality. However the kind, loving, warm and sensitive woman that she claimed to be was living a double life! She would quote Bible scriptures and sing of Gods goodness and mercy. (And I have no problem with that at all) However in the same breath would be sending pictures of her in compromising positions, clothing, and body parts to the men that worked in the office with us. How do I know? I seen them, and a supervisor she wanted so bad told me of the illicit photos and as well showed me what she had sent him. It was not attractive to me, for a woman to want a man so bad, only having his number because “he” being a new supervisor was told to exchange numbers with his fellow supervisors. Only to be sent pics of her private parts.

She threw herself to many men there in the company, the confusing part for me was. Why would you want to speak on God and put yourself in a bad light? We are all suppose to lead by example, you cannot do that of you are the opposite of what you speak. Well, of course this is my opinion.

There were so many episodes of how vicariously I lived my crazy want and need for sex. I mean I guess one could call me a siren, I loved flirting, but I just could not be so open with so many at one time. Well, let me correct that. I have had lovers, men that I have dated. And I have dated more than one man at a time. I just did not do it with five to six men working, living, and playing on or in the same playground. When Toy does, Toy makes it an effort not to confuse one man with another. And not to “cross breed” or “pollinate” those in close proximity of one another. Why? Who needs to know all of my business? How and what I enjoy doing? It seems to me we can (or for those who can) be at times promiscuous. And yes I have been a busy little beaver, but not with the CEO, the COO and three to four of my co-workers that are present in the office. I am an adult, and refuse to have someone wagging their tongue about my fetishes and fantasies. I figured they were all talking about me, curious about my sexuality, the women probably feeling me or not feeling me. Jealous or not jealous, I exuded I know a sexual aura about myself. So let I them eat cake! By the way I had not been, or had a casual sexual experience with anyone at any job that I worked at…Until…but I will get there.

It seems to me that when some people get caught up in the sexual liaisons of the flesh they start off with what they feel maybe “undercover” and then some how, some way, they begin to start slipping up and now many people know the “erotic” side of you.

There were of course the down-low men that worked in the company. Of course men are jaded by other men that may have what they don’t have. The same way it goes with women, and let me state for the record. I am not the individual that labels men as “dogs” neither are women “bitches”. See in my eyes I feel that one sex is not worse than the other. There are men and women in prison and jail for the same crimes. They of course are just housed separately at different facilities, and because of how some are so sexual and can not reframe from being sexual. What happens? They turn to each other, those who may have never ever thought of being with the same sex. And some have life ten, twenty-five years or more. Well, who wants to not have sex all those years? (Hmm?)

There have been many writers and authors that have written books, articles, and have spoke on live TV (taped) of the down-low men that are living in Atlanta. I have been told by many that if there were any undercover, of course no one knew. There were no openly gay people living in Atlanta. But all of a sudden it became what some would like to say the “gay mecca” and by the looks of things it does seem to be so. I have nothing against gays or lesbians, and those who crossover to the same side of those burning sands. I do have an issue with women and men who can not be honest about their sexual desires. One should not have to experience death or some STD because you indulge in such lust.

Well of course there were some men who I questioned their sexuality if you read the Episode One of the Dirty Dirty South. Then you can recall the gentleman that had told me he wanted to kiss me. And this was his first time meeting me and introducing himself to me. Well, he was very down-low, or was he? I mean he openly flirted with men and women right in front of my face! Talk about bold! However he would deny that he liked men, “we” all said that his best friend and he were lovers because they stayed up under each other all the time at every waking minute.

There was a younger guy that worked there who was a sharp dresser, very cocky, arrogant, overly bold, and had an extreme crassness with the words he used. It was as if he never thought before he spoke. I had many incidences where he would speak the foulest things to me in a flirtacous manner. He was extremely aggravating, and this went for most of the women that worked there. However of course there were some who liked how he spoke to them and would oblige him.

Oops, that is my time. I will be back next week with more tales of the Erotic Cities The Flip-Side every Wednesday. And I will continue with this story…..

Just Toy
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
5/2009

DIRTY DIRTY SOUTH EPISODE ONE

I will so miss this city of perversion! I can truly say that I have really had a true epiphany, a deep look within inside of myself, and I have learned what is so truly and dearly important to me living in Atlanta.

When I got here it was so adventuress and inviting! I was so wondering how I would make my mark here. What type of people would I meet here? And the thing that I loved the most was, “No one really knows me here” It was like I had been giving carte blanche to act and be who I was. Who would a person go to find out anything about me but me? Clean slate, no past lives. Not here.

However it would soon be just a mask, smoked glass with mirrors deep inside of my own soul. I would see me in so my people. And I would see how what I enjoyed consumed people like fire! Little did I know I was now living in the land of the lustful. The men and the women had a different vibe about them. Where I lived originally, you would meet people of course who were from other places, why of course. However, Atlanta was like New York if you will. A melting pot of sorts. Now not only am I speaking of people who were from different backgrounds and cultures. I am speaking of those who were from other states. Florida, Mississippi, Alabama, Texas, Louisiana (mostly New Orleans victims of Hurricane Katrina) Tennessee, Virginia, New Jersey, New York (Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn, Long Island) D.C., Connecticut, California (Bay Area-LA County) Michigan (Detroit) Illinois (Chicago) and Texas. There were people from other states there of course, but they didn’t come close to the overwhelming amount of the people that had moved here to the city of Atlanta like the states I have mentioned. These people came in a staggering amount.

In my first encounter with a man, he was much older than me; I was 39 years old when I made my move to Atlanta, the land of the lust. My youngest daughter and I were at the bus stop, I had not acquired my car as of yet. And within the fifteen minutes we waited for the bus, three cars pulled over and asked us if we needed a ride. We were both very shocked, I begin to question if I was looking like a prostitute or some cheap floozy! Mind you my daily attire when I am out is 4” to 6” heels. I have worn high heels ever since I was eighteen, I am 5”1 ½. Don’t forget the half!

My daughter and I looked at each other, her being nineteen at the time. Men honked their horns, and some may have even pulled over and gotten out of their vehicle to come speak. But never had I had any persons to this capacity pull over and ask if I wanted a ride in a time span of fifteen minutes!

Men also noticed the difference in my appearance here. I guess there really is no label you could place on me style. I do not like being categorized, and do not enjoy placing others in a box either. So just for the sake of argument, let us throw some things in the pot. Vintage funky, bohemian, glamour I would say that I gave some pretty good analogies. So I guess to see a woman dress with what I would like to consider “jazzy flair” was not of the norm. Most of the women did not dress the way I did. Which is why a lot of people asked me if I was from New York.

In befriending a man here, because I thought he was so beautiful and attractive. The body of an Adonis with a smile that could stop traffic and get anything he wanted from a woman! I saw some seedy things that he was into. And I had spoke to him a few couple of times of the bright future he could have if he stopped what he was doing. He appreciated me just speaking with him, and so the courtship on his end had begun. I may have been living in my studio apartment for two months at this time. I will call him “Stan”

Stan had now started to stop by my place, looking, waiting for me to come in or out of my place. And he seemed to always know when I was coming or going. Like clock work he would appear. Dazzling me with this Colgate smile and giving me tasty dialect because he was an extremely intelligent and astute young man. Yes, he was five years younger than me. And my lust had begun to rise deep from within.

I had convinced myself that celibacy would be the best thing for me; I too had a thing for bowing down to the lust of my flesh. Sex was a drug to me. Tired, happy, angry, depressed. What better way to get over the angst of my emotions? What better way to feel good and get high at the same time? Sex was and is a dangerous drug for me. And a person that has a form of this addiction plays sex like a weapon. But never getting so wrapped up in a person because the encounters we have had are wonderful. I have never been the type of woman to this day to get so blinded by sex that I will stay in a relationship that maybe harmful to my psyche or physical being. Too many men out in the world to endure any type of emotional torture and stay because he is pleasing my flesh.

I had to keep speaking to my inner lustful being, so that it could calm down and not get involved. I had been celibate for up to four months by this time. This is excellent for someone such as me. However Stan was getting a little close and I was now starting to get involved with what he took as my caring nature to be more than what it actually was. There are some people who take it for what it is, and some who take it for more than what it is worth. And this was how Stan took it. I was not looking for a man. I just saw an individual who needed a pep talk, some encouragement and it was taken that I wanted him! I wanted him, yes. But not as my significant other!

So it happened, I gave in to my fleshly desires and slept with Stan. Who was the wrong person at the wrong time, who later told me that he was bi-polar. And it seemed after he had released this information to me, it was then that I saw the side of him that was frightening. I would come home to hear him yelling at people using profane language. I would see how he got paranoid, how he could flip from being the sweetest person and turn into a demon if less than a second. This proved to be disastrous for me, he was now stalking me, and accusing me of being and sleeping with other men. Mind you we had not been around each other for a long length if time. It was my lust that had placed me in this precarious situation. Where I had someone literally sleeping out side of my door three mornings in a row! Someone who knew the time I would get home from work. And I was in training stressing out, scared to call the police. Not knowing the ramifications of his anger that he might break into my home. There was also an incident when I came home and he was in my bathroom! He had convinced my daughter to leave her the key, saying that I had given her permission to do so. This was a totally fabricated lie. My daughter at this time had not gotten her cell phone as if yet. And because she knew we were associating assumed it was okay. This man stalked me for two weeks!

While I was on my second week of training, I was then hit on by a very much married man, wedding band and all. He was a bit younger than me. “I just wanted you to know I think you are very sexy. I know that I am not supposed to say anything to you. But I just wanted to you to know.” Shocked and bamboozled, I looked directly at his wedding band. Looked back into his eyes, smiled and walked out of the training room. I was not the only person he had hit on, there were many he had had sex with and flirted with. He was indeed caught up in the illicit sexual domain of his lustful wants.

And when I rode the trains, walked the streets, I shopped. It was endless! This is not to say that I feel I am the most beautiful girl in the world! And I had not ever been hit on or flirted with before. However, this was out of control! To be lusted after with such velocity was extremely overwhelming! And here I thought that it would take time for me to find some man to approach and want to get TO KNOW. They were all throwing themselves at me!

Knowing that there is a problem with me in this capacity, I was now seeing things differently. I am an aggressor, but one thing I do loathe is for a man to hound me about sleeping with him. Sexual persistence and insistence is indeed a major turn off for me. And these men I had encountered so far were not interested in what I had to offer as far as my persona. The inner me, they were interested in getting me on my back.

The third week of my training we were now being sent to the actual building we would report to. Here it was, my first day around my colleagues, my first day in the break room. And as I walked out, I see a very attractive man staring my way. Now my alter ego says that I am the most wanted and beautiful woman in the world. And there is no other woman that can love or take care of a man like me. And sure I have come to believe this to a certain extent. Taking the ego out of the situation about being the most beautiful woman in the world, however this man was staring with no hesitation! I looked beside and behind me, thinking there was someone else near me he was staring at. And then he winked Hmmmm….I thought to myself. Later on that day, when lunch came around he made it a point to come and speak to me. In doing so he whispered, “Mmph, you are absolutely beautiful and a very sexy woman. I love your lips. Makes me just want to kiss you.” My mouth fell open. Please understand and know that I am a charmer, a flirt, assertive, aggressive. So far from shy I am not. However, in all of my frolicking around I use decorum. There is a time and a place for everything. And a place and time to do things, we all have walked on a wild side here and there. If it is far from whatever barriers, whelms, morals, standards. Then it can be a walk on the wild side. And some even say this when referring to trying different foods, vacations, or even riding on the back of a motorcycle. So yes there are some things I have down in my life that would be the “wild side” for me.

Atlanta, so beautiful, different, new, warm and inviting, I stayed in awe. Atlanta was also a place where it seemed to house much more than other places I had been too and felt the vibe and energy. I could roughly say that at least 85% of the women here had been with another woman. That the statistics were very high with men of the “down-low” living double lives because they do not want anyone to know they are attracted to men. The lesbians, gay men, transsexuals, and the swingers, open bi-sexuality. It as if these people were living in a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah! It was like Las Vegas, the only thing you could not do was walk out in public with an alcoholic beverage in hand. The sexual liberated thinking of this city was far more different where I was raised. We did not have (still don’t) clubs that you can actually go to, pay a fee, get in and have your choice of man or woman! A swingers club? Not by a long shot. The women and men were greedy for sex here, they gave it, wanted it, needed it, and it didn’t seem to matter how they got it. Of course I am not saying that all of Atlanta was this way. However, I hold it high in the 85 percentile. There was not one person that I did not meet that did not have sex on the brain.

So what was on my brain? How did I deal with it? What did I actually starting to feel by the valley of the lust? Well, that’s my time, and my space for this column. Until next time, episode two of Erotic Cities The Flip-Side will be coming soon.

Just Toy Written Expressions
5/2009