Dildo Shows
 

In NYC club, no bananas but I've seen dildos being pushed inside their privates, sometimes with a little help from a patron.

Times Square, NYC
 

was pretty wild in the 1970's and 1980's. I showed up in the 1990's. Then I heard they "cleaned" Times Square in the early 2000's.
https://www.bygonely.com/time-square-depravity-70s-80s/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Deuce_(TV_series)

The Carnival Club
 

As I remember it.

Afternoon Delight
 

In the early 1970s there was an Irish woman who did the rounds of the Soho strip clubs. I liked to watch her at the Carnival Club where she did her most seductive act.

The lady (I never knew her name) had dirty blond hair, a 36C bust, a reasonably trim waistline, and 38" hips with a shapely arse. Unusually for London strippers, after her act she would sometimes come out and sit among the audience and engage guys in conversation.

Typically, at the Carnival the women danced to three numbers. During the first they removed their Brassieres, during the second their knickers. Then they would dance naked to the third one.

This woman would always start her act dancing to "All Our Dreams Are Coming True" from Gene Page's album "Hot City". She would remove her (always white) bra, with one swift manoeuvre, at the transition starting 59 seconds into "All Our Dreams....", revealing her lovely breasts. He beautiful tits had just enough sag to say that she was a woman, not a girl. I would have put her age as late twenties.

Normally I would visit the Carnival Club in the evenings or at the weekend. However, one weekday I was free and stopped in during the afternoon. The front row of seats was occupied. There were a few guys in the second row, but behind them the theatre was empty.

So, I sat in the third row, in the knowledge that if I masturbated, there would be little chance of being caught. I had arrived horney, and during each act I caressed my growing phallus through my pants.

When the curtains opened, and "All Our Dreams..." began and my siren appeared on stage, I was already firm. I unzipped, liberated my cock and began to gently wank, delighting at the sight of one of my favourite strippers seductively dancing in her white underwear. This was a rare and special pleasure.

One minute in as the song transitioned and her creamy breasts came into view I felt the lovely throbbing of my sexual climax. After the last spurt I slipped my cock back inside my zipper and basked in the afterglow for the next several minutes as my siren showed off her delightful body.

When she was through, I slipped into the loo and sponged off the remaining drops of jism on my trousers. I returned and sat in the second row, satisfied and relaxed as I watched several more ladies perform.

Those were the days.

Carnival memories
 

I have been a sex addict since I don't know when.

When I was working part-time in London, I would often visit the Strip Club whenever I could. Opening time was as good as any time to me.

I noticed the girls moving around from one Club to another, and I knew when my favourite was going to be at the Carnival.

I wasn't as open as pulling my dick out, more like rubbing myself to come. I did notice guys going to the toilets during performances, but I was not up for that.

Voyeurism is a big one for me. Thinking about things later in the day was the real turn on. It all helped as I licked my wife's pussy.

Toilet
 

The loo at the Carnival was the door at right angles to the stage door. It was tiny. IIRC it would have been difficult to fit more than one person in there.

Overview
 

@Traditional,

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Found on the Web
 

Good description of the Carnival Club: <https://tuscl.net/article/58386>

Voyeurism
 

Yup, that pretty much describes me also. Now I’m aging it’s less of a thing. In my younger years it was close to an obsession. I just liked to be turned on, and cum, and cum often.

Wherever I was working, I would figure out the town’s sexual possibilities.

Ditto.

That describes me also. Strip clubs and movies are great. But my favorite is watching couples having sex. For me wanking while watching others copulate beats having sex myself (just).

Weird I know, but seeing the penetration, watching the motion of a woman’s breasts as she rides her man, and seeing a woman’s face when she is in a state of sexual ecstasy, are as good as it gets for me.

Each to his own.

With age, I became a pantouflard, always a voyeur but pantouflard, the girls who undress in club no longer interest me, on the other hand I love taking videos of my wife when she undresses naturally in the evening in the room or when she puts her swimsuit; I sometimes share these videos with friends who, like me, are more attracted to the people they know than by foreigners ...