My roomie is starting his 2nd round of training for NOAA Fisheries Observer. He’ll be leaving in a few weeks for extended adventures on fishing boats.

His new classmates are arriving and with the intensive class schedule the next three weeks, it was a brief opportunity to show them some of Waikiki.

We tripped about town with the group starting at the Beach Walk to see Ledward Ka’apana, ki ho’alu (slack key) guitarist. Slack key is uniquely Hawaiian. It was a free show that ended with hula dancers from the audience…you don’t get too much more local “culture” than this.

After the show, we buzzed back to the bunkhouse for Spaghetti dinner and numerous shots of tequila chased with beer. What an interesting group of people….most between 24-30 from all over the world, or world travelers, all biologists of some sort…*nods* Yes, I need the geeks. Feed my brain.

With all the festivities, we barely made it into Chinatown. And it was too late to enjoy the events leading up to Chinese New Year in two weeks. So instead, we meandered over to Bar 35 to catch a Chicago Blues band playing this weekend.

Sexual and sexy in all forms, dancing is an incredible release for me, and I suspect for most if they can let go, feel the music, and let it ripple through their body. You see, no one gives a shit what you look like, only that you do. And it’s one of the highest forms of compliments to a band.

I have no fear…no shame…about getting out on a dance floor anywhere, anytime. I needed it last night…releasing pent up sexual energy.
It took only as long as for me to grab one of the many beautiful porters from the 110 beer selection, for me to saunter on to the dance floor…5 feet or so from the band.

I was dancing…alone…watching his hands make those strings sing when lead guitarist Fernando Jones, (tall, lanky, smooth as my uncreamered kona coffee with an incredible smile and lively brown eyes. HOT baby, VERY HOT), moved to within a foot in front of me, his guitar and my pelvis now perfectly synced, eyes locked…now you don’t think I’d let any man challenge me and win easily, right ::wink::

An intimate fuck in a public place…he and I existed in that space…totally present…pure energy…I so love music orgasms. Bliss…pure bliss…

He tempted me three times…each time I took the bait willingly and wantonly. ::evil grin:: And captured the attention of an Australian gentleman. Me: shirt rolled up past my waist, low cut white capris, no shoes. Him: not too tall, blue eyed, long, curly haired blond…dirty dancing the last few songs…I almost came as he pressed his hard cock against my ass…a bit of tongue later…YUM…left my roomie and the others speechless. ::giggles::

Insatiable. Incorrigible. Slut.

Home in bed by 3am. Alone. ::sighs::

Didn’t get to the beach this morning when my alarm went off at 4:30. Not because of any hangover believe it or not.

Won’t get to go out paddling with the sistas I met last night.

All this to say…It’s ok, I have others…

All other 8 toes work perfectly…

It’s a shame I really need the two on my right foot to actually walk…Broken sometime early in the 2nd set when someone backed into me. ::shrugs:: Amazing what endorphins and beer do for pain…

I have to get to the store and by some proper tape for my toes. The scotch tape we used last night isn’t really doing the job.