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What is your deepest Dancefloor Confession? Spill away ...

I bumped into a cute ex fuck buddy on the dancefloor at toybox a few years back. He was titless on G and started undoing my belt, so I started on his. We were groping each other's cocks and getting into each other, then the silly bitch, who was holding both our jeans waistbands suddenly dropped them both, leaving us pantless, erect and completely exposed in the midst of a thousand people. Then a cheer went up as the crowd parted to get a better look. Gays are so accepting, I love that

I repeated the live sexy show I'd just done on stage at the womens's space at Sleaze on the dance floor with some girl that asked. Involved whipped cream and ice magic and lots of nipples and nudity and licking. No one paid any attention, I was drunk, she was on E I think, I made it home in my Tux all smug on public transport thinking I was sparkly clean still until I looked in a mirror to see whipped cream and ice magic stains all over myself.

Oh, and another time I had sex on a speaker at the back of Candy Lips at Rogue's I think. Another time I had a sugar mama put myself and two gals I liked on a bar tab and we drank almost $1000 worth of drinks at BumpHer bar. Another time I stripped on stage when I was just meant to be MCing but got carried way.

Another time I got locked in at Caesars over night with the bar staff cleaning and I had sex in the bathroom with a gorgeous gal who was friends with the staff and an ex of a dyke singer that was well known. I got let out to catch the bus about 8am.

And this other time...um..well I should stop now. I was a total tramp on dancefloors everywhere at one stage. Now I'm just a tramp at home.

I had sex with my best friends boyfriend. It was wonderful. I don't feel guilty. I feel happy. So does he.

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Originally Posted by Jody Ekert

And this other time...um..well I should stop now. I was a total tramp on dancefloors everywhere at one stage. Now I'm just a tramp at home.

LMAO Jodes, quick lets get you back on that dancefloor for more!

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Originally Posted by Asherbella

I had sex with my best friends boyfriend. It was wonderful. I don't feel guilty. I feel happy. So does he.

Who is happy? Your best friend, or his Boyfriend? Are they still toghether? Are you still friends? Does he know?

Just tell us yours ffs Burgio :P, Just went to your blog expecting it to be there and it wasnt lol

mine was more an observation of what goes on on dancefloors all over the place - it basically made me wonder - is the dancefloor a place where secret fantasies are played out? is it where mistakes are made and new alliances built? sTaRiA - i would love to share but....

Yeah rightio Mr Secrets... Well I dont have a story. When I dance I usually dont care about anyone else. Just go off into my own lil world lol

Have given a total stranger a blowjob in the middle of dancefloor at Arq.....(the things we do on drugs :P)

The last 2 sleaze balls I have had someone drop my pants and start sucking on me in the middle of the hordern... Both times I have quickly realised what was going on and pulled my pants back up! haha.

I wont be here next sleaze... so wont have a 3rd time lucky... sigh

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Originally Posted by eleven 11

I bumped into a cute ex fuck buddy on the dancefloor at toybox a few years back. He was titless on G and started undoing my belt, so I started on his. We were groping each other's cocks and getting into each other, then the silly bitch, who was holding both our jeans waistbands suddenly dropped them both, leaving us pantless, erect and completely exposed in the midst of a thousand people. Then a cheer went up as the crowd parted to get a better look. Gays are so accepting, I love that

hahahahaha. LOVES IT!!

Sooner or later - the night deteriorates into me grabbing leather men and riding them around the dancefloor like horses.

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Originally Posted by inbound

Who is happy? Your best friend, or his Boyfriend? Are they still toghether? Are you still friends? Does he know?

The boyfriend in question was moving back to the USA (after living/working/studying in Sydney) so they had just amicably broken up anyway.
My best friend doesn't know. None of his business.

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Originally Posted by Light-Bearer

Sooner or later - the night deteriorates into me grabbing leather men and riding them around the dancefloor like horses.

I want what drugs you're on!

You know they make butt plug with tails now for pony play.

giddy up!

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Originally Posted by Asherbella

I had sex with my best friends boyfriend. It was wonderful. I don't feel guilty. I feel happy. So does he.

I did that too, although it did estrange my best friend for more than a year.

I am fortunate enough to own a poncho of invisibility. I magically don it when I go out and don't get noticed by anyone all night long. When I do catch someone's gaze they look right through me as if I'm a ghost. It even manages to create an exclusion zone around me on the dancefloor that other people do not enter leaving me to dance however I like. It's magic.

So no. I have no confessions.

oh come on camiesta.... does that cloak come in pill form???

Well?......... MG party this year there was the handjob on the dancefloor.......but that doesn't count does it? He was blond!!!!!

it counts if he had hands....

He had two of 'em

then it counts

What if you've had panic attacks/nervous breakdown/disaster?

I have seen it a lot but never experienced myself on the floor

panic attack??? like a broken fly or bad moves?

so many dance floors, such limited characters to type with.... hehe!

gees finding it hard to believe everyone is that "tame"...... come on....

Several years ago now I went out for the first time with two new friends. Had only just met these two people and had never had a big night out with them. I was a bit nervous cause it was going to be a make or break night in the friendship. At one point the girl felt a little 'peaky' and was having trouble holding her phone,drink and wallet. So I took them from her to mind them while she had a little sit down. Soon after that I also needed to sit down. When I was feeling better up I got and went off for a dance. 3 hours later my two new friends found me. They'd been searching for me so that she could get her wallet and phone back. As soon as I saw them I remembered that I was supposed to have her things. But I didn't! I must have put them down when I needed to sit 3 hours earlier and left them there.

I panicked. I was certain that her wallet and phone had gone missing. Then I had a moment of clarity. I grabbed my new friend by the hand and said "come with me". I took her to the cloak room and asked if anyone had handed in a wallet and phone. And someone had! Everything was still in the wallet. Nothing had gone missing.

It was one of the luckiest days of my life!