Piracy and Kink at Bristol Renaissance Faire
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It happened very suddenly. A large pair of artificial breasts shrouded in a loose-fitting shirt of the Renaissance Period slid into view at eye level as I was standing in a circle of my friends. I tilted my head upward to meet the large middle-aged man’s gaze. Thin lines of lavender set his lips apart from the rest of a ruddy, sweaty face, and the curly, black nylon wig he wore hung below his shoulders in little cascades. However, neither of these observations tempered the suffocating closeness of his breasts to my face.
“Oh, you don’t want to go there,” he said waving a loose finger at our map.
I was visibly flustered. “Where do we want to go?”
“You want to go where the fun’s at.”
“Where’s the fun at?”
“The fun’s where you are.” He stood there expectantly for a moment and looked around … Read more
