Girl’s just wanna have fun. And how! We want men that resemble Greek Gods to strut their shredded, ripped muscles, gyrate and shake their booties, tickle our senses with a strip tease and make us moan in an orgasmic delight as they bring us to a shattering climax with a Full Monty. Oh yes!
That’s female voyeurism at its very best. And catering to our voyeuristic needs is one such Male Strip show called the Dreamboys. Featured on X-factor, Britain’s Got Talent, The Only Way is Essex amongst others, the Dreamboys are at East End’s City Road in Shoreditch.
With a seating capacity of about 300 filled with mostly Hens/ Bachelorettes or Birthday gangs surrounding the centre stage, the show begins with a hilarious Drag Queen who will humour you and have you in splits as she spins out a catchy rhyme that goes:
I don’t want no dirty socks
I wanna suck the big fat c0ck$.
The Dreamboys then regale you with one tantalising act after the other. If you’re the lucky one close to the stage, you might even get pulled on to the stage to perform a lewd act of rubbing some lotion on a big erect willy but actually a dildo sticking out from an Adonis’ pants with gasps and hooting from the audience. It’s not uncharacteristic if you faint in excitement!
Each act sure will have even the most prim n propah woman screaming or even creaming in her pants. And why not? Men have long since enjoyed female strip tease, cabarets, burlesque shows. Have had so many options to sate their lust all this time. There has been no dearth of female nudity and men have often used this against us ‘regular’ women to make us insecure with their meandering ways. It’s time women let off some steam with live adult entertainment too! Oh yeah we’d heard of Chippendales across the Atlantic in distant America many moons ago. But damn! We women in this cold English weather weren’t exactly spoiled for choices. We want R-rated entertainment too. And we are just as unabashed in seeking it. We want equality! We ain’t going to be left behind. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
Besides, we want to feel good. Real good. Especially if we have been dumped, are heart broken, separated, divorced, single, depressed, shy or have been cheated on.
We aren’t going to play coy, be prudish at the sight of naked male bodies. We aren’t embarrassed at the sounds of our sighs and moans. We aren’t afraid to relieve our fantasies. We are in tune with our sexuality. We aren’t any less of a lady because we are horny. We won’t flinch at the word horny. We are lusty, lascivious ladies of London and we are unapologetic for being so.
