So as anyone who reads this blog will know Jazzer and I live pretty far away from each other. So not long ago I got on a plane to go visit him for a week and although we didn't get any sex in that seven day period we did get a lot of drinking done (properly the reason that we didn't have sex with many ladies). On the first night however I saw a sight that is literally burned into the memory bank of my minded.While walking the streets of an anonymous city we happening to stumbled into a titty bar (I later literally stumbled, or rather face-planted into the bar after $200 of yager bombs). However that is another story what I am talking about happened much earlier in the night. We walking in took a seat and go a couple of coke and bourbons off a pair of very nice C cups. As normal myself and jazzer played it cool while looking around the room from one pair of titties to the next. Then all of a sudden the music changes and a girl got up on a table and started to take out some cream. Then the 'bar booby babe' that had served us tells us to watch. The table mounted girl then starts to rub the cream into her ample bosom. A very nice sight indeed but it wasn't anything special.We continued to watch when all of a sudden out of no where with the slight of hand of a magician she magically (and it was rather magical) ignited her tits.
She did her little dance and we where just engrossed in watching the bouncing fiery tits in action. I am hard, Jazzer is talking her praises. We are confused, amused, impressed, aroused and I have to take a piss. With one movement the flames are out and the room goes dark. A prefect metaphor for my heart which knows that this is a sight I am not likely to see again. With that the catch phrases of "We saw a bird set her tits of fire!" was repeated again and again. The rest of the time we spent at the titty bar never reached that high because after all what are boobs without fire!