There is a subtle and subversive beauty to walking into a strange bar for the first time ... I felt it that day. The neighborhood was new to me, and I was adrift because the guy I was in the neighborhood to find didn't answer his door.

    What could I do?    

    I found a little pub instead off the main boulevard that afternoon and it was a lovely haven, at once unfamiliar and yet altogether too familiar ...I had been there countless times, even though I'd never before set foot in the place. When my eyes adjusted to the room, I noticed a woman sitting about halfway down the bar ... She was a full figured lass, well-dressed in a skirt and with tasteful pumps on her stocking clad feet, and she sat with an air of poise and containment, as if she was totally in control, not only of herself but of anything or anybody that would come close to her ... an independent woman alone at the bar. I was immediately smitten and intrigued ... I have always had a profound & pronounced weakness for strong women, and this woman had an undeniable aura of strength and command about her . . . what an awesome and irresistible allure!

    No surprise then that I sent her a drink, in all humble appreciation. I was already under the spell of that intoxicating air of command that she projected. It was as if she had claimed me without my slightest objection.  Game. Set. And match. When she smiled in my direction, I picked up my own drink and moved down the bar.

    "Hello," I began, "my name is Ra's Elf ... and yours?"

    She turned towards me and her eyes delved candidly into my own. She was clearly and obviously an intelligent woman, but there was also a quality that went deeper -- when she looked at me I could feel her gaze reach down deep into the pit of my belly, as if she had found out my most private essence. She was a knowing woman, and she already knew me. The sensation was alarming, and I could feel my manly pride commence to bow at the waist -- although I didn't know it right off, what she was staking claim to was my own willingness to be altered and transformed from my male nature into something much more compliant and open.

    "I am Marilyn," she said, "and I thank you for offering me a drink ...usually I won't accept a drink from a stranger, but you seem harmless enough ... "

    The way she said it put me in a coy turmoil -- she was clearly flirting, but there was an unnerving edge to her manner, as if she fully foresaw my eagerness and was bound and determined to allow me every chance to expose my male weaknesses. Her comment about me seeming "harmless enough" seemed calculated to goad my male pride. I was both confused and aroused and I knew then that I would be unable to say a single word that did not reveal my adorational nature. Yes, it was so very true that I was harmless enough -- harmless enough that she could render my pride into whatever her strong nature desired.

    "Well thank you so much for accepting the drink," I offered, "you seemed so all alone and all I wanted was for you to feel welcome."

    "I do feel welcome, Ra's Elf," she said, "your concern is appreciated. And since you are a rather attractive fellow, I'd love to hear more, but I haveother business today -- perhaps you will join me Thursday evening -- there is a discreet little room I know across the river -- a place called Secrets -- do you know it?"

    I did know that place. I had been there several times, usually after having toured that small river town's assortment of titty bars. I would come into Secrets with a frazzled, horny buzz on, and I would stand at the bar uncomfortably, as if everybody in the place knew that I had been at the titty bars and was in a keen state of low arousal ... I'd try to be normal and cool, composed and in control, yet I always felt that I could not hide my secrets well enough in Secrets -- I always felt as if everybody had my number. Secrets was a bar I liked, but it was not a bar I fully understood.

    Even though Secrets was an unremarkable enough tavern -- several tall tables in discretely dim lighting off away from the bar, a small dance floor and a tidy wee staging area, three pool tables in an adjoining room one could see down into from the bar, two televisions at either ends of the bar, a couple of goofy video game modules on the bar, one week-end night a week for karaoke, the other week-end night with a DJ doing rock standards -- nothing really out of the ordinary, but as I thought about it, Secrets actually was oddly and unnervingly unusual, it had a flavor to it, rather subtle ... typical but somehow not typical, but in a way I could not quite put my finger on -- yes, and it was odd and yet it seemed wholly appropriate for this poised and ever so obviously accomplished lady to mention Secrets.

    "I've been there a few times," I responded, "it's a nice joint, but why would you want me to meet you there?"

    Marilyn measured me with her bold stare. "Secrets is where no one will bother us," she finally said, and she grinned at me, a wide grin that seemed at once hungry and without mercy ... I stared into her eyes behind her wide glasses -- her gaze still had that deeply unsettling quality of having me pinned and cornered, but yet without threat -- it was a look from a woman who not only knew what she wanted, but who also was a woman who could take what she wanted -- I felt I was being taken, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen when I showed up the following Thursday.

    On the Thursday night in question, Secrets was crowded, which surprised me -- the other times I'd been in the bar it was quiet, almost in a trance, an alert joint but sleepy-alert. This night however was not only crowded, but loud. Strange for a weekday. Where had all these people come from, and why on earth were they all here?

    Almost immediately, I spotted Marilyn. She sat about midway down the long bar, facing away from the entrance, and her back was what caught my eye --it was broad and strong, with thick shoulders that I wanted to lick and adore ...

    The bar stool beside Marilyn was unoccupied, which struck me as an enormous piece of luck, given that the bar itself was so crowded ... I slid in behind Marilyn, thinking about how to let her know I was there. I wanted to lean close to her and breathe lightly on her neck, but I was afraid she would be irritated by the bold liberty of that, so I just stood there, idly and indecisively, not knowing quite what to do, and then, almost as if by extrasensory perception, she swung very slowly around on her bar stool, till she was facing me --

    Again as before, her eyes took my measure, penetrating me viscerally -- I was immediately helpless, a breathless deer in the headlamps of her regard... her gaze was so knowing and so pitiless that I knew she could command my least and every compliance -- I was not only helpless but thankful to be so. I could not take my eyes away from hers ... my entire being fell into her, and I felt myself consumed by her, and I became a creature without ego or independence, completely open to Marilyn's will.

    Her eyes dropped suddenly and rapidly down, as if telling me where she wanted my attention to go -- I looked down and noted her skirt, how she had let it ride high, almost mid-thigh -- and when my eyes returned to hers,she again dropped them, and I knew what she wanted.

    Marilyn wanted me on my knees, and she wanted me to kiss her, down there.

    My breath came in a sharp intake as I realized what she demanded. Heated blood rushed blushingly to my face, and it was so powerful an emotion that suddenly I was struck dumb ... I could not hear a thing and it was as if the entire bar had gone silent.

    A great chill worked itself up my spine then, for it dawned on me that the entire bar had indeed gone silent -- my eyes darted to the left, then to the right -- I saw the barmaid, Snoopy, reach behind her to the jukeboxvolume knob and now even the jukebox sound was gone ... down in the adjoining room an older woman stood at a pool table chalking her stick and the sound that made was the only audible sound in the place, and she was staring at me as she did it! I looked around and every single person was facing in my direction, also staring at me, silently watching, waiting! I looked back into Marilyn's commanding eyes and again her gaze dropped downand then back up, as if telling me ...

    Knowing my fate and welcoming it wholeheartedly, I sank slowly to my knees between Marilyn's thighs ... she slid her hips forward, one of her feet touching the floor, and spread her thighs even further, so that her dress rode ever higher, inviting me closer. I pressed my cheek to the softness ofher inner thigh, and then felt both of her thighs closing around my ears ... gently, she placed a hand atop my head, urging me to find what I most desired ... the soft ample flesh of her inner thighs gripped me lightly but insistently, and I could sense the great strength that she had at her disposal ... and when she relaxed her thighs I pressed my face deeper between them, inhaling the intoxicating aromas ... I licked into the darkness, feeling the warm silk of her panties on my tongue. I was at life's portal, the very source of All, and I sucked at the thin fabric thatenclosed my deepest, warmest, wettest Desire ...

    Marilyn's hands descended to either side of my head, toying with my ears -- how could she know my ears were that sensitive?! With intimate pressure Ifelt her lifting me slowly away from her humid warm depths, pulling me gradually to my feet. I rose unwillingly but obediently, totally under the spell of her touch, until at last I was again on my feet, staring into her hypnotically penetrating gaze. She urged my lips toward her, and her tongue slid into me and I sucked at it, feeling its nimble wet length in my mouth, licking and tasting ... and her mouth widened upon me and I felt myselflosing control, my very nature fuzzing over and changing -- and her lips were to me in that moment the same as if her lower lips were upon me ... and I could feel myself transforming, turning willingly into something other than what I had been.

    The sounds of the crowded bar came suddenly bursting forth upon us then, as I sucked her tongue, so that Marilyn and I were suddenly the center of awarm rolling aural embrace -- as Marilyn's knowing lips possessed my own, approvals of applause descended upon us!

    And it was in that moment that I realized what had always been so very unusual about Secrets . . . it finally dawned upon me that Secrets was a bar for gentle men, not at all a typical river town Gentlemen's Bar, not atall a dumb titty-type hole for horny jerks -- no, no -- Secrets was a place where women who knew how to demand respect brought men who knew how to give respect ... and when such respect was given, Secrets would put its hands together in warmest appreciation!

    As the applause subsided, my mind recalled it all -- how women would take men into the corners of Secrets and unfasten their britches and play withthem ... how casual it all was, how accepted that women could toy with males ... Secrets had always been a place where men knew their place and remained carefully in their place, available and vulnerable and willing, the kind of bar where if men came in who were crude and chauvinistic, theywould find themselves isolated and ignored, so that they would soon enough complain about what a dumb bar it was and leave ... Secrets was a bar where dominant women brought their humble male partners for public play, where men served either to be manipulated and humiliated, or blessed and honored,with bold, relentless attention from women of a certain character . . .

    I felt Marilyn unzipping my trousers ... she reached in and took hold of the upper elastic band of my briefs and pulled the band out and down, so thatshe was able to tuck the band under my privates, causing my penis and testicles thereby to be lifted and highlighted out from my unzipped trousers. When Marilyn then took hold of my cock, her touch was knowing and sure -- she did not make the mistake of letting her hand alarm the sensitive skin of my shaft, but she held my strained member snugly, so that the effect was closer to that of a deep massage, the flesh in her hand squeezing to the flesh of my shaft just enough so that there was no abrasive alarm, no startling clumsiness, just that knowing rolling encirclement -- Marilyn knew how to hold a male's vulnerable pride with intimate force, keeping him from feeling discomfited or abused.

    As these and many other revelations dawned upon me, I was of a sudden startled to feel someone behind me taking hold of my buttocks and rolling them aggressively in a strong grip -- "Marilyn!" came the exultant cry, "where have you been keeping this sweet thing?"

    I turned and had to look up, for the voice came from a tall woman . . . her bosom was at eye level and it was heavy and proud. She had red hair, and her manner was bawdy and totally in control, without apology or timidity."Hi, you lovely fellow," she laughed, "my name is Melannie and I own the joint!" Melannie's laughter rang in my ears even as she kept up aggressively fondling my cheeks -- "Marilyn, you always seem to bring us the most delicious and considerate gentlemen -- wherever did you find this one?"

    Marilyn kept her snug grip upon my cock, massaging it slowly all the while.  I was being handled gently from the front and rudely from the rear, sandwiched, yet all I really wanted to do was go back down on my knees for the abundant secret charms of Marilyn . . . I wanted to again place my lips at life's portal, to taste the place where life first comes forth . . . "Now now, Marilyn ... nice technique, but you don't want to cause him to make a mess!" Melannie was leering down over my shoulder, staring at Marilyn's toying with my strained and tautly alerted cock. In parting, Melannie placed her lips close to my sensitive ear and breathed, "You lovely thing, you come back anytime, you hear?" With that she left, striding down the bar.

    "Don't ever dare come in here unless to meet me," Marilyn teased after Melannie left, "some of these bold gals'd tie you down and have you for lunch ... I'd never see you again!" 

    And still, all I wanted to do was nestle my face into Marilyn's intimate source, but it was not to be. She told me she had to get up early the next morning and would I walk her to her car?

    It was chilly outside, and as I kissed Marilyn farewell my longing was still to burrow deep into her warmth. "Come again next Thursday, around 10or so," she told me, "we'll find a dark corner of the bar, away from all that applause ... " She sucked on my lower lip and her hands went under my shirt, rising to my chest. "But don't you come back to this bar till then!" Marilyn's fingers pinched lightly at my nipples ... and I knew that I would be helpless come next Thursday to be anywhere else except in the small river town across the wide river from the big city, at the gentle man's bar, Secrets.

    On the way back across the river, I pulled off and stared at the imminent skyline, thinking longingly of all that had happened. Without even knowing I was doing it, I unzipped myself and pulled the elastic band out and down under ... I took hold of myself as Marilyn had, gently but firmly massaging, moving my cock's flesh but not allowing my fingers to slip upon the tightened and so sensitive skin ... I massaged myself with that deep slow motion until finally I could contain myself no longer ... the wet whitened cream gushed and covered my hand ... I held it up to look, wondering what Marilyn would do ... and in that isolate moment of self-gratification, I licked the juice from my own fingers, sucking each finger in turn. In my mind's libidinous transport I felt as if I had become Marilyn, as if I had somehow divided and become a woman as well as a man, as if my own ejaculate was an elixir, a taste of sexual intoxication. When I at last put myself back in order, I drove on with a distinct sense that my identity was now doubled forever beyond itself ... I was now two people, in one body ... and I was amazed to discover, even so soon after just having climaxed, that one of me still had an arresting and wholly helpless erection!