Viva Las Vegas, Part II
Waking up to Roxie’s gentle touch, it became even more apparent how much I was becoming that lesbian with her. I’m not hitching up the UHaul or anything but we’re definitely falling into some lesbian stereotypes.
Last night it was sex in the shower with a mixed CD playing and this morning it’s kisses, cuddles and laughing. Most of the women I have sex with quickly fade into friends but Roxie was slowly fading into an affair.
After reluctantly leaving our extravagant hotel room—complete with its private entrance, dedicated Pride concierge and adorable gay bellhop that catered to our every need—we roamed around the Encore and Wynn hotels, stopping occasionally to play the Wizard of Oz penny slots I love so much.
If Wynn is the sophisticated older sister, Encore is the younger party trollop. I instantly felt at home in the classy yet sexually suggestive design theme, complete with red light chandeliers made to look like the swish of a woman’s skirt.
Humoring me for a bit, Roxie allowed me to drag her through Wynn’s shopping promenade so I could "oooh" at Chanel,"aaah" at Dior and positively squeal at In Step, a designer shoe store complete with a couch studded with over 100,000 Swarovski crystals.
Making it back to our room with just enough time to shower and change, we met up with my sister and brother-in-law for our night out together, my first ever double date with my sister.
Like everything else in Vegas, our six-course decadent meal at Switch Steakhouse came with a show. As we dined on imported buffalo mozzarella, filet mignon and my favorite black truffle risotto, our surroundings moved from one theme to another every 30 minutes in a loud musical number that was less distracting the more we drank.
Conversation was lively between the four of us and halfway through our meal, when Roxie left to powder her nose, my sister turned to me and said “I love her.”
I definitely wouldn’t use the "L" word, but I agree with the sentiment. Roxie is pretty amazing.
Scarfing down our homemade gelato dessert, we ran off to La Rêve, an aerial acrobatics show set in a round aquatic theater. As performers dropped from two stories high into the water below, we sipped on champagne and ate chocolate truffles.
During a particularly splashy and risqué scene between two very flexible men, Roxie turned to me and whispered “I want to strap it on and fuck you tonight.”
I honestly have no idea what happened in the rest of the show.
Anticipation building, we said good-bye to my sister and brother-in-law and hurried back to our hotel room, past our favorite gay bell hop who was smiling knowingly.
Immediately disappearing into the bathroom, Roxie soon came out wearing nothing but thigh highs, a garter belt and a strap-on.
Already naked and in the Jacuzzi tub, I welcomed her into me until we both passed out hours later, barely touching on our large comfortable king sized bed.
We woke up sore from our own acrobatic show and were thoroughly delighted for the spa treatments we had scheduled. Enjoying the brief moment to myself, I meditated on a heated chaise next to a metal pot waterfall and thanked the universe for such a perfectly pampered weekend.
Too hungry to take advantage of the hot tub and cascading waterfall massage showers like we wanted, we left the spa and ate at Society Café, enjoying one last gourmet meal together.
Roxie had a lobster roll, I had a trio of fancy sliders and we both shared beignets for dessert. Full and satisfied, we grabbed one of the last tables next to the man-made lake at Parasol Down and drank a bottle of Pinot Gris while watching the sunset in the cool August breeze.
That night, despite still being sore, we had sex for hours, leaving Roxie little time for sleep before her 7 a.m. flight. Kissing her good-bye, I laid back on the pillow top mattress, curled up in a ball and slept until my noon check-out time.
If I’m going to have an affair, this sure is the way to do it.
Blogger Bio: Queerie Bradshaw loves shoes, social justice and sex. Born a farmer's daughter, she believes everyone deserves a good roll in the hay, and feels empowered by her feminine sexuality. She frequently travels both domestically and abroad, exploring women and wine from all regions. Now a law student who dances burlesque on the side, she fights for international rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of good porn. You can visit her website at QueerieBradshaw.com, follow her on Twitter (twitter.com/QueerieBradshaw) and friend her on Facebook.
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