Doc here, a man who some say has a weak spot for pretty blondes, and on the Mt. Rushmore of pretty blondes I know, is Candi O!
The lovely Candi O is back for Chapter 7 in her Final 12 adult theater visits as part of her farewell tour. This legendary lady of this thing of ours is going out with a gang bang across this great country, and in Chapter 7, she has a home field advantage at Fantasyland 1 in Tampa, FL.
It's clear that Candi loves Fantasyland, and as always she paints an awesome picture for us during this hot afternoon visit in the Drew Park section of Tampa. And the pics that accompany this report are from that afternoon!
Lastly, stay tuned until the end of this report for details on Candi's next stop on her farewell tour, as it's less than 2 weeks away!
Take it away, Candi O!
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Hi Doc,
Behind every theater slut, there stands, in a dark corner, a dominant, controlling man. Men seeking time with them would do well to remember that fact.
Men lost jobs and marriages in the media blitz which followed the handcuffed perp walk in broad daylight. I was saved only by a locked door.
I was scared shitless. But that minor setback didn’t stop us from returning. Husband couldn’t be shaken from his intrepid, self righteous, attitude that what we were doing was saving our marriage by adding a spice most men would give up one testicle to taste. Years passed and we joked that Fantasyland and the routine hotels we frequented were our second home.
It was the same mixture of erotic excitement and nervous energy that I still feel each time we enter those forbidden zones. Right up until the director yells “ready, set, action!” Until I taste my first ejaculate, I shake like stage four Parkinson’s.
Couples were extremely rare in those bygone days, I was an anomaly. Not only due to my firm, youthful hips and breasts but because I was willing. Willing to close my eyes and allow dozens of ravenous hands to worship my soft, smooth nakedness. Many times I was a shrinking violet, but eventually desire combined with experience became courage.
Most couples begin slowly, one extra cock in the booth or bedroom, they work their way up from there. Those days seem so tame now but still would be considered an act of daring, reckless, and perverse behavior by all of my current friends and family.
Fantasyland has evolved over time. It now boasts a Fantasyland 2 just a few miles away. The logic of that acute business move still evades me. It has the most engaged and well designed website of any adult theater in the country, including Docs beloved 15th Ave. Chicago location. Their “Fantasyland Forums” can be as active and as undependable as Craigslist was prior to shutting out all deviants.
We became sexually creative along the way; swingers cruises, boat parties, hotels with open doors and play rooms, nude beaches and the woods surrounding them, but those were the spokes. Fantasyland was always the hub.
I had not been back there in over a year but in this, during my final chapters, a visit to the Genesis was a must. It was always my intention to hold Fantasyland until the last chapter but I caved in to pressure from one of the most faithful, dependable, and kinky, Candi cravers this girl has had the pleasure to entertain. “Clearwater Joe” insisted that he be allowed to set up an afternoon party.
It has been our custom to park in the grass lot adjacent to the asphalt. Hidden away from prying eyes and men sitting in vehicles, uncertain about paid entrance until eyewitness evidence of pussy has been ascertained. Husband enjoys tailgating at least an hour prior to our expected arrival. He will set out chairs, a well stocked cooler, and 420 refreshments. I have always been amazed by his brazenness.
Finally we strolled across the parking lot. I could hear several car doors but only one called my name. Joe wanted to walk me in while squeezing my ass. Always the gentleman. Maurice, my gentle, chocolate, giant was also there; in addition to several other familiar cocks and kisses.
There are many great play spaces in both Fantasyland locations. Number one has a long dark hallway with glory holes on one side and eager men on the other, discernible only by the whites of their eyes. There is also a pool room large enough to fit four or five tables. In the past I have been fucked by more than one felt covered cue stick on those billiard boards.
Immediately, upon entering the store, patrons are always greeted by an attendant and the typical adult bookstore wares. After being told there was no charge, I was escorted to the main theater area to the right, across from the pool hall. We were buzzed in and ten hungry, admiring, inflexible, clean cocks were there to greet me.
The main theater area houses a variety of dens of iniquities, something for every taste. We chose the large room to the left, which to my delight has been upgraded with a center, cushioned stage. I took my time and licked each head, placing one in particular deep in my pussy as we kissed. He nibbled at my neck and I knelt to thank him with each deep swallow. He came surprisingly fast and I had to suppress a gag reflex as his sudden burst went directly down my throat.
It is an unusual time when, out of ten random cocks, each would be so unblemished, so perfect, so rigid; I was in cock heaven. After performing some cowgirl and reverse cowgirl rodeo riding, I was laid down and fully battered. Man nectar oozed from my pussy, caked in my hair, and glazed my tits.
Joe saved himself for last so that he could eat from the trough first, then he slid his tongue over my entire body, lapping up each puddle. Lastly he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked off all over my smiling, happy gaze. Maurice was so turned on he fucked me a second time.
Then, as empty vessels zipped up and left, others waiting in the hallway, pushed their way into the room and wasted no time shedding clothes. My pussy was a happy, pulsing, red swollen cum bucket. It was two hours later before I was able to make my way to the ladies room.
That was Thursday afternoon, the next night was a typical busy Friday. At least five other couples were in various stages of play but I paid them no attention. I was there to say “goodbye” in the best way I knew how. I was there to play in the glory holes, the pool room, the “fishbowl”, the main theater, and anywhere else someone might wanna fuck.
It was a fitting send-off.
This is where it all began for me. I was here long before the current owners, and long before there was a Fantasyland 2. One sunny day we stopped the car in front of the entrance and husband dared me to strip and run inside, one lap around the dirty magazine racks and back out to the getaway vehicle. I had never felt so exposed, and so free of body shaming judgement.
I recall once being on my knees, a cock or two in my mouth, when the police conducted one of their boisterous morality raids. They came in loudly, with jackboots and tasers, in an attempt to catch dirty wankers who were there to seduce small children and terrorize the neighborhood.
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| Fantasyland 1 Tampa, FL |
Men lost jobs and marriages in the media blitz which followed the handcuffed perp walk in broad daylight. I was saved only by a locked door.
I was scared shitless. But that minor setback didn’t stop us from returning. Husband couldn’t be shaken from his intrepid, self righteous, attitude that what we were doing was saving our marriage by adding a spice most men would give up one testicle to taste. Years passed and we joked that Fantasyland and the routine hotels we frequented were our second home.
It was the same mixture of erotic excitement and nervous energy that I still feel each time we enter those forbidden zones. Right up until the director yells “ready, set, action!” Until I taste my first ejaculate, I shake like stage four Parkinson’s.
Couples were extremely rare in those bygone days, I was an anomaly. Not only due to my firm, youthful hips and breasts but because I was willing. Willing to close my eyes and allow dozens of ravenous hands to worship my soft, smooth nakedness. Many times I was a shrinking violet, but eventually desire combined with experience became courage.
Most couples begin slowly, one extra cock in the booth or bedroom, they work their way up from there. Those days seem so tame now but still would be considered an act of daring, reckless, and perverse behavior by all of my current friends and family.
Fantasyland has evolved over time. It now boasts a Fantasyland 2 just a few miles away. The logic of that acute business move still evades me. It has the most engaged and well designed website of any adult theater in the country, including Docs beloved 15th Ave. Chicago location. Their “Fantasyland Forums” can be as active and as undependable as Craigslist was prior to shutting out all deviants.
We became sexually creative along the way; swingers cruises, boat parties, hotels with open doors and play rooms, nude beaches and the woods surrounding them, but those were the spokes. Fantasyland was always the hub.
I had not been back there in over a year but in this, during my final chapters, a visit to the Genesis was a must. It was always my intention to hold Fantasyland until the last chapter but I caved in to pressure from one of the most faithful, dependable, and kinky, Candi cravers this girl has had the pleasure to entertain. “Clearwater Joe” insisted that he be allowed to set up an afternoon party.
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| Candi O at Fantasyland March 2018 (Click to ENLARGE) |
Finally we strolled across the parking lot. I could hear several car doors but only one called my name. Joe wanted to walk me in while squeezing my ass. Always the gentleman. Maurice, my gentle, chocolate, giant was also there; in addition to several other familiar cocks and kisses.
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| Candi O at Fantasyland (Click to ENLARGE) |
Immediately, upon entering the store, patrons are always greeted by an attendant and the typical adult bookstore wares. After being told there was no charge, I was escorted to the main theater area to the right, across from the pool hall. We were buzzed in and ten hungry, admiring, inflexible, clean cocks were there to greet me.
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| Candi O at Fantasyland (Click to ENLARGE) |
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| Candi O at Fantasyland (Click to ENLARGE) |
Joe saved himself for last so that he could eat from the trough first, then he slid his tongue over my entire body, lapping up each puddle. Lastly he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked off all over my smiling, happy gaze. Maurice was so turned on he fucked me a second time.
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| Candi O at Fantasyland (Click to ENLARGE) |
That was Thursday afternoon, the next night was a typical busy Friday. At least five other couples were in various stages of play but I paid them no attention. I was there to say “goodbye” in the best way I knew how. I was there to play in the glory holes, the pool room, the “fishbowl”, the main theater, and anywhere else someone might wanna fuck.
It was a fitting send-off.
Thanks Doc, and for those who might want to meet me, I will be in San Diego Thursday night April the 19th at the Barnett Theater and at Jolar Cinema (ed. note: addresses for both in the Adult Theater Database HERE) on Friday afternoon, April 20th, for Chapter 8 in our series. If the gentlemen want the exact times feel free to give out my email, HERE.
Rest assured I will be tested clean (or I wouldn’t play), and as fit and ready as these old bones allow!
Love,
Love,
~Candi~
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Doc here again... Many, many thanks go out to Candi O and her hubby for taking us along in this fantastic journey as they take their victory lap in this thing of ours. With Fantasyland being such an important part of their lifestyle scene, it was awesome they celebrated this visit with some old, hard friends.
The Good Doctor gets 5-10 e-mails a week on how to meet Candi O on this journey. Now, you have 4 more visits at which you can meet her, and Candi has opened up her legs e-mail for those wishing to contact her about the San Diego trips on 4/19 and 4/20/18!
Thanks,
Doc
