Monday, 27 July 2015

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT - True Confessions of a Male Stripper by Jake Butler

True Confessions of a Male Stripper
Jake Butler
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An honest, intimate and engaging true story of a moon-lighting male stripper that will stimulate desire and passion in every woman.

Jake Butler is not your ordinary every day corporate gentleman.

Born in London, and now living in Sydney, he has juggled the demands of a high profile business role with evenings spent moonlighting as a male stripper / naked waiter for the last 12 years, maintaining his anonymity throughout.

Only a handful of people could attest to knowing both the man in the suit, and the naked xxx rated stripper - that is, until now.

True Confessions of a Male Stripper is a candid and in-depth expose of Jake's experiences, thoughts and feelings.

In the most transparent way, his revelations shed light on what really goes on at his parties - the women, his services and more.

Never a man to hold back on exploring his own fantasies and kinks, his account will enthral, shock, amuse and leave you wishing you had seen it all with your own eyes.


True Confessions of a Male Stripper
Copyright Jake Butler July 2015

“Off you go then,” instructed Becky with a grin after a couple of minutes chit chat.

“Show my girls what you’re made of!”

My heart jumped. I could feel myself blushing slightly. My hands trembled a little as the adrenaline really began to pump around my body.

“Use the spare room to get ready,” Becky continued; “but the bathroom is right next door if you prefer to get ready there. Feel free to have a shower if you want, I’ve just had a killer rainfall style unit put in, and I can highly recommend it!”

Gail giggled and chimed in with something typically cheeky.

“Want me to duck in and wash your back Jake?”

I promised myself there and then that I’d get my own back on her somehow!

I hit the bathroom and went through, what I realised afterwards, had become my ‘pre match routine’. The removal of my clothes, a quick burst in, what was indeed a spectacularly good shower, a brush of the teeth, a splash of cologne and a good liberal hit of Lynx body spray.

Within five minutes I was opening the bathroom door and walking down the hallway with one of Becky’s fluffy white Marks & Spencer towels tied low around my hips, my heart almost beating out of my chest.

Becky’s hallway was L shaped, but the minute I moved into the eye-line of the girls, they greeted me with cheers and laughs. Gail stood with her hands on her hips and a look of faux consternation on her face.

“I’m not quite sure you’re meeting the brief right there Mr.” She teased as she turned to Becky and continued.

“Bex, I’m positive we asked for fully nude, didn’t we?”

It was a small, and dare I say, simple victory. One that I relished nonetheless. Gail knew I was being naughty, and I also knew she’d enjoy the process of chiding me for it.

“I think we did Gail,” responded Becky before adding quickly, “Come here Jake and let them have a good look at you,” while lightly grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me into the middle of the room.
As I stood there it dawned on me. I was loving the attention. I felt like I was being eyed up by six predators. As they looked at me I could feel the anticipation building inside of myself as I waited for Becky to undo the towel and let it fall to the floor. I felt desired and slutty at the same time.

I was actually surprised at myself, the self-confidence growing inside of me as I assumed momentary control of the situation. I manoeuvred myself between Becky and the other five girls, turning my back on them so I was just facing the hostess herself, teasing the other girls who only had a view of me from behind.

I could feel myself getting those tell-tale throbbing feelings once more and knew I was already beginning to get hard – really hard. I began thinking how sexy it was to wantonly allow my cock to stiffen in this scenario, and that I felt no embarrassment whatsoever. Once again, I shocked myself by delaying proceedings for a small moment, during which I could feel the pulsing in my groin increasing further.

For a split second I simply held Becky’s gaze, before taking her hands and placing them on my chest. Her touch immediately made me quiver inside, and the urge to reach out for her myself was compelling. Her hands were soft and warm, and I yearned for her to run them all over my body slowly and deliberately, until she finally sought out my engorged cock. The other girls were shouting “off, off, off.” However, I was determined to enjoy this brief period where I was controlling Becky’s next move. I looked at her again and saw her bite the corner of her bottom lip. At that point my resolve crumbled instantly and I moved her hands down my chest and onto the towel itself, before she undid it and let it fall to the floor.
Author Bio

I was born in London and moved to Sydney about 11 years ago. I’m a corporate professional by day, dealing with some hugely high profile clients. I have been moonlighting as a male stripper/naked waiter for around 12 years. In terms of my writing, I’m very new indeed, having been encouraged to start by one of the very few people who know both sides of ‘Jake’. She told me that my stories needed to be shared, and pushed me until I started to blog. None of this would have happened without her support and sometimes not so subtle art of persuasion.

I literally started writing about two or three months ago, blogging initially and now writing. Things have gone insanely crazy in the last three or four weeks. I’m astounded by the level of interest that there appears to be in my stories and am working very hard on my first book right now.

My book will naturally be titled ‘True Confessions of a Male Stripper’. My aim is to be totally honest and as transparent as I can be about my life as a male stripper. I want to be entertaining whilst strictly charting a course of validity, honesty and openness. I’m delighted to say that at this stage of the process, I have not strayed from those initial, founding principles (and have no intentions of doing so down the track).

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