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Life and times of Tutaka Walker
6 years ago. November 5, 2018 at 4:11 PM

I grew up in California, and at 13, I had just begun to hit puberty. I realized I liked women, a lot. Not girls exactly, but women, older women, or girls older then me by 4 or 5 years. Growing up living next door to Nancy, a very attractive girl ,several years older than me. She taught me many things and teased me without mercy. Many things I didn't understand, but I liked the way they felt, tasted, or looked. I realized you could be excited by just watching a woman move. More so when she moved while looking at you. I became fascinated with women, or obsessed would be a better word. When I was 13, I hung around with older guys from my neighborhood, many of them had cars. I looked up to these guys. This is where I learned about women and sex. LOL Then had to relearn later in life. One night we went to San Francisco and drove to Carol Doda's strip club. We decided we were going to see a naked woman come hell or high water. We didn't get into Carols but we did get in to a place across the street. As we walked by the place, there was a guy dressed in a yellow suit that grabbed us by the arm and practically shoved us through the door. The place was small probably held maybe 15 customers at a time. Smokey atmosphere, dimly lit lights, with a spot light on a beautiful blond woman wearing nothing but feathers. She was lying down in a bed of some kind. It was dark so it was hard to tell exactly. She was up above us, on a stage, more like a big rectangle shaped box, it was elevated and hanging from wires. She was on a bed inside the box, and she did not have any clothes on, nothing but feathers. I swear she was naked, at that moment in time. I also had 2 beers, it was a two drink minimum. So I wasn't feeling no pain. As I reminisce, I realize that the woman wasn't completely naked, she had a body suit of some kind because her private area had no opening, and I remember straining to see that particular spot while the show was going on. So she wasn't completely naked. I wasn't drunk, I felt I was, but that will happen if you tell a boy he's drinking beer, and you forgot to mention it was near beer, draft no less. The law says if she is naked, then you won't be drinking alcohol. Apparently drunks have been known to get a little hands on. So there was no alcohol in the beer. After that little tidbit about the near beer, it was a night to remember, because............yes lets hear it. I saw a real naked woman,  I didn't get drunk and couldn't party with the rest of the guys, because lets face it the only reason I got in the bar the first place, is because they just show pussy to kids ,they don't allow them to drink.

I knew that girls were OK, but I was really turned on by grown women, that was where my mind was at. To name a few, Joey Heatherton, Sofia Loren, Bridgett Bardo, Raquel Welch, they all fueled my fantasies. As did some of my friends mothers. I just love women! As I realized later in life, I had a thing for mothers. Yes mothers, mature women, strange as it may seem I wasn't turned on by my mother mind you, but my friends mothers, some of which were hot. Or as I find now days they are called MILF's. Not every one of my friends had one that was a milf, but there were a few. I looked and flirted, but never made an advance to anyone early on, too bashful. I know now, there may have been several opportunities that, I was just too young, and didn't recognize the signs, that they were flirting back. All I had to do was act, but looking back, and know what I know now, but didn't have a clue back then, OK I had a clue but wasn't sure how to go about making a move on a friends mother. Being wrong about the situation would be a fatal mistake. How do you explain to your friend that you thought his mother was coming on to you? You don't, and you never give him a reason to ask that question. So you don't and you whine later on when you realize that women have needs as much as men. If I could have been born in today's youth, things may have been different. Well they could have, again it's my story.


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