How I Became a Swinger.
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Posted:Mar 16, 2009 8:24 pm
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Grant you, I have always been a person of a strong sexual nature. This is something that takes time to realize and the taboo nature of sex does not lend itself so easily to open discussion to accelerate this awakening.
D&M were great friends of mine. A couple that had known each other since college and although in their late twenties they had known each other for over a decade.
I always had a deep respect for their love and relationship. I hoped that one day I could find something as special.
D was a coworker and his wife M was a yoga instructor. Both were cultured, stylish, charismatic, and interesting people. They were one of the few couples I had met that I could genuinely associate with both of them.
We were talking about sexual escapades one night and they reveled to me that they were thinking of swinging. I was shocked and tried to talk them out of it. I thought this was the beginning of the end of their relationship and my model of perfect love would be destroyed.
We occasionally talked more on the subject and they gave me updates on their progress but I just felt so uncomfortable about the whole situation.
Love and swinging? How is that possible? One man, one woman!
One night, we were all out in the city and we were running from bar to nightclub. D never danced and I always would dance with M. She was beautiful, and had I met her when she was single I would have taken those perfect green eyes to bed with me. She was strong with a hippiesh thing about her but still stylish, modern and physically fit as you would expect from a yoga instructor. Dancing away on the floor she would get close and rub up against me and I would embarrassingly back away to prevent myself from getting overheated and start grinding back.
We left at close and sat in front of a closed Starbucks where the wrought iron tables chained to the ground were still available to sit on late at night. We sat with some strangers and struck up a conversation. Somehow a kissing contest was started by M and everyone was judging kissing. I could tell the mischievous mood M was in and was she trying to spread it. She tried to kiss me twice but I declined and instead offered myself to a woman next to me who didn't seem to get many kisses in her lifetime.
Finally I gave in to M's demands and kissed her. It felt too good and we kissed quite a bit. Of all the women there I kissed her I tried to kiss her the best. We laughed about it in a moment of tension and continued home.
My place was a little outside of the city and the night buses had already stopped at 2AM prompting an invite from D&M. D&M insisted that I stay at their apartment in the city. I was drunk and tired and their couch sounded so sweetly divine.
We made it to their house and I curled instantly up on their futon. D & M went to the bedroom for what I assumed was for some marital bliss when after about 10 minutes M came out to give me a blanket and check on me.
I had no idea what was about to happen.
She comforted me the way a mother would tuck in her and with the extra blanket gave me a hug and then a kiss on the check. But then it changed. She moved slowly over to my mouth and kissed me. I honestly forgot everything I knew and kissed her back for a few seconds then regained my ID and stopped. She looked at me and said its ok. You know what we've been up too and D says its ok. She had asked him he said he really I should do this. I knew that outside of D, M had only been with one other man and that she was trying to do some exploration.
I felt a certain queasiness at my loving role models fall from grace. Then she kissed me again and my resistance this time was even more delayed. Kiss after kiss she wore me down until I was wholeheartedly kissing her back. Kissing led to undressing which led to licking which led to small scratches, oral sex then full sex.
As I drifted off to sleep I thought that if I wasn't going to hell before tonight that this would surely seal my journey over to the dark side.
The next morning I woke up unsure of what happened and not sure that I wanted to remember what happened. There is D&M in the kitchen making breakfast. "Wake up sleepy head" they smilingly alerted me. I struggled for words and D laughed at me asking me how I liked my eggs. I looked him straight in the eyes with a worried look and said "Uh, I just had sex with your wife, shouldn't I be making you breakfast?"
They seemed so comfortable with each other and I felt like I needed to run to church and bathe in holy water.
Somehow, it all worked out and we are still friends.
That impression led me to believe that there were things out there I didn't know about. There are things that just might be possible that I thought were impossible and maybe my definition of a working relationship had to be amended.
A few years later I entered the swinging community "full swing". D&M gave me that confidence that it could work.
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My particular fetish.....nylons with my history. What and why are they?
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Posted:Mar 11, 2009 11:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2010 6:29 pm
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For me, there is nothing more feminine than a woman in a pair of nylons. It is unique to the female and it accentuates the form of a woman.
Fetishes have a range of intensity that can be something as simple as a preference to a necessity that can be all consuming and necessary for stimulation and climax.
There are also a wide range of socially accepted fetishes from breasts, balloons, clowns, midgets, pony-boy, foot, S$M, fat, bleeders, scat, , and even death.
Men usually have some kind of fetish and I find women who are in the lifestyle have fetishes too but the average woman out there does not have a fetish "in their own definition" However, a fetish can be as simple as tight jeans on a guy or a man in uniform. You don't need to like bukkake to have a fetish.
I first noticed nylons in the girlie magazines we used to get and pass around as . I remember it was seductive to me then as it is now. A remember it was a symbol of mature sexuality in my eyes compared to the girls I was commonly around. No girl wore something like stockings in the way it was portrayed in those magazines or movies I saw.
Through the years, I am guessing through my sporting history, that I became attracted to the fit female form and the long legs that usually accompany them. I am sure that the advertisements I was bombarded with helped.
I remember in high school noticing the girls that wore pantyhose and stockings and I noticed them first. Please keep in mind that a young man wants to know EVERY young woman he comes across. I knew I liked them on women already and a definite preference established.
At this point I think it is important to point out that without the woman, these pieces of clothing are not arousing to me at all. Some that have this fetish will do all sorts of things with nylons but for me, the nylons have to be on a woman to be a part of the whole idea of arousing.
I have told many women about this and it seems that most are very open with my fetish. Most enjoy the fetish with me and really like dressing up in skirts and every so often while we are out flash the top of the stocking or the garter which will send me through the roof. After all, it is one of the tamest ones out there and I don't take it to extremes. This self comfort was not always there.
There was a time where I felt very dirty about having a fetish. I thought of myself as taboo. It had been beaten into my head that kinky was a bad thing. When I expressed my fetish in those days, I expressed it with a guilty conscious. If you have a guilty look when you are at the police station telling your alibi you will most likely still spend the night in jail. I went through some wranglings in relationships because I myself didn't know where the fetish came from and could not explain or did not have the time to explore it enough to know enough about fetish.
Most fears that partners of that time period had were that the fetish would become all consuming and that they themselves would be secondary. Another was that there would be an open door to all who wore nylons. The truth was I didn't think that was possible, but I myself was a young pup, and I didn't know for sure either. I needed more time to explore this.
As time passed I found my own limits and everything in between.
It became very easy for me to mention casually how beautiful a woman looks in nylons to a friend or even mention it to a partner without making her or myself feel dirty but appreciated.
I found that my fetish did not lead me astray or more susceptible to infidelity. Of course I did notice a woman with nylons but it did not make me want to get to know that person. That is the type of relationship identity you are and if it wasn't nylons it would just be a pretty face, breasts, and ass, or mini skirt getting your attention.
There are some great things about a fetish like this for partners.
We nylon lovers do know the top name brands and appreciate them too. We'll buy them for you anytime. Usually, we are the kind of guy that will go shopping with you. Its a free fashion show and we know how much fun we can have stopping for mojitos every other store then going home and rolling around after teasing and flirting all day.
We appreciate a finely dressed woman and will match on par with your elegance. We know that if we expect you to dress that we cannot show up in jeans and a t-shirt. I do like a devastatingly beautiful woman in a gown that shows her in all her divine femininity. I also very much appreciate a woman in a power suit. I will match her with my trendy suits or lounge wear. You will never out dress me.
I have heard many many times over from women that men with a fetish for either feet or legs with nylons are by far more passionate lovers. I can only tell you that I am an extremely passionate lover.
I once looked across the stage at the Organ Grinders Ball where a friend of mine was performing and saw guy on the opposite side of the stage in a WWII gas mask and thought to myself... "Wow, I've got it pretty easy, how do you explain that to your girlfriend? or worse yet, sometimes when you fumble with a condom and it takes a minute but how do you smoothly segue by reaching under the bed and putting that on? I guess there is not talking during sex with a gas mask on. Maybe, he was a lousy dirty talker and she put it on him?" Ha, I guess I don't have it so bad.
It took some time and exploration but I feel very comfortable in my own skin.
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Orgasms at 18 thousand feet
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Posted:Mar 9, 2009 12:51 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2009 2:51 pm
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J and I had a brief special relationship.
I saw her in the terminal as I was coming home from a holiday in Istanbul. I sent her a brief text that said "I see you".
We were friends and more. Always my reputation proceeded me. In most cases it worked as foreplay before I even meet the person. J was an open, very cute girl, who just happened to be my first officer that day. J and I had a round trip together and started flirting from the minute we met. Sometimes, both parties are just in the right place and moment for each other. This was ours.
J and I started off with bawdy flirting that ended in more and more teasing and even dares. She had heard of my reputation from many people and knew the lifestyle I had led in Amsterdam. J wasn't reserved by my exploits but more devilishly curious. She probed with detailed questions and I gave her delicately placed detailed answers that antagonistically aroused her.
She asked if I had ever had sex in a jet before. I of course told her yes as to my previous blog. As we were coming to an approach on our first destination with much hinting and innuendo I looked at her with a crooked smile and said "There is enough time for us to have some fun that you would remember for the rest of your life on the way back to our origination." She smiled back and said "well ok!"
We concentrated on our flying and turned the aircraft as fast as possible, with our minds thinking about if what was really going to happen would happen. We boarded the plane and took off. As soon as we got to cruising altitude I looked at her and said "We'll lets get to this" and she laughed and started taking her belt off. I put the autopilot on and my shirt off too. I helped her with her pants and she kept her headset on to communicate to air traffic control. She laughed and was embarrassed because her work panties were not the most sexiest she had ever worn.
Slowly I started my oral techniques. I am very gentle the first time I am with a woman. Some women need very light touches for orgasm and anything harder than a feather can be painful or even block orgasm. Some cannot orgasm if you penetrate with even your pinky finger. Men, all women are not the same. Watching a woman masturbate is a great way to see what they like. What motions and pressures and lengths to each stroke you will stimulate. You will find out if they are clitoral or gspot orgasmic. Some are both! J was needed a very delicate touch and I slowly circled and feathered around her most sensitive spots.
I took my time and matched her rhythms. Listening as hard as I could above the cockpit noises as she occasionally was answering air traffic communications. She tried and tried but the situation of flying a jet is not the most comfortable place to have an orgasm with someone for the first time. We made plans to meet on the ground later. She stood up with her pants around her ankles and with me mimicking her. For a brief few minutes she was bent over the throttles of several thousand pounds of thrust. We quickly donned our uniforms and I noticed that my belt, which was on the floor, had barely snuck out under the door into the passenger cabin. Had the passengers or the flight attendant seen my belt sneaking out under the door in a thrusting motion? I guess we will find out soon enough.
As we landed I wondered what my reputation would be now? As I opened the cockpit door and the passengers deplaned I had a guilty look on my face but I doubt anyone noticed as they all said goodbye and barely acknowledged my existence.
And so, a few weeks ago, I texted her in the terminal "I see you"
She wrote back "Where are you?" I live here now I told her. And she replied...."Me too!"
We had lost touch and at one point she was living with a partner but now she was single and ready to explore again. We reconnected at the right moment again.
We laughed and flirted all night long. I gave her a wide berth to explore and flaunt herself to as many guys as she wanted all night long. I am not possessive by any means. She appreciated it even more and made her drive towards me in an even more aggressive path.
From the piano bar to the nightclub to the dive bar we hopped until we fell back into bed at my place. With the drawn white curtains around my bed with white linens and candle light we had some exciting thrill as we reacquainted ourselves with each others bodies once again.
J is much more open now and there are some exciting times ahead for us. This story is just part I.
Cheers,
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Captain, you'd like what with that?
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Posted:Mar 5, 2009 12:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2009 5:57 am
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I am thinking of a time when I was younger and much the hard charger. Work took all my time and there wasn't much time for play. When this happens, you tend to play at work. And that's where I'll start my memory.
I had always heard of MM. He was a good looking guy that had this air of confidence, comfort, sexiness, and deviance all rolled into one. People noticed when he walked into a room. I am not a homosexual but as a guy with a certain amount of charm myself, I can recognize the other leaders of the pack. MM was definitely one. He could, on his way to being fired only to walk out of the bosses office 5 minutes later with the boss shaking his hand and saying "Thanks for stopping by!, it was good to see you, lets get together soon!" as MM walked away without even acknowledging him.
We had heard rumors of each other. I had even been called the next MM or the younger MM at the time. Big shoes to fill. I never planned to be that sort of person or tried to emulate him. I just was.
We met in Savannah and were getting ready to fly out. We already were sizing each other up and the flight attendant the moment we all got together. MM had a habit of just getting naked at the drop of a hat for no reason at all. As we taxied the jet out I was not going to play second fiddle and said I'll fly this leg....naked. He laughed and looked over and said "Yeah, I've heard all about you" The flight attendant joined us. There was no one on the small jet. She was in complete disbelief as we all disrobed. As we waved to the tower, which they could not see us even if we tried but its the thought that counts, we headed off but naked into the sky.
I handed the controls over to my captain and again trumped him before he could think. I leaped out of my seat and over to the flight attentdant who was busy clicking pictures of us with her little disposable camera. Thank god Myspace didn't exist back then. I grabbed the camera and took some photos of her. I was brushing up against her and I became quickly aroused. One thing led to another and we were on top of on the passenger seats laughing and still feeling the incredibly good sex.
It was a very short flight and we had to stop just as we starting to get into things and quickly got changed into our civilian clothes. As we all got off the jet we were already had plans for the Bottoms Up club.
Later that evening we went to the strip club down the street and started drinking and drinking. It was our luck that there was an amateur night. Out flight attendant duly volunteered and was gussied up by some of the working girls and actually won the contest. With the money she won we drank till dawn. The flight attendant, L, told me when the girls took her back stage that they had been kissing her and wanted to know if we all played together.
As soon as one of the more aggressive women came over I went to the private lap dance area with her and L. Hands started diving everywhere into everyone's underpants. At some times I was not sure who I was kissing. It was just one long three way kiss for the 3 minutes and 36 seconds of some Poison song you would expect to hear in a place like that.
As I walked outside of the area with L there was another flight crew just walking in. They just pointed and laughed at us. After a few drinks and some breakfast buffet they served at the strip club it was time to head home before the sun came up.
As both flight crews stumbled out of the club, old faithful, MM drops his clothes and walks a 1/4 mile with the other flight attendant to hotel down the center of the 4 lane street. Not to be outdone I tossed my clothes off and both crews walked down the street at 4AM.
MM showed great restraint that night and he would have easily beat me out of all the female attention but was trying to be faithful to his girlfriend.
I would have lost terribly to him as strippers were his forte and they seemed to connect with him. My style is more the daring soloist or entertainer at the front of the orchestra or theater who is statuesque and engaging but no one would ever know the incredible sexual creature she was under all that properness. I can always smell those women 2 miles away.
The other woman invites MM to her room and then mine invites him to ours but he declines with a smile and says "There would be nothing left for him after I am done and I don't have the time to train you on such a short overnight." MM was very much into bondage, S&M, and pony. With a cage hanging in his room at home and metal rings attached to the floor to chain someone up, he was a bit on a different level.
I went to the room with L and we had a great time. As I started down on L, her mobile starts to ring. It's the strippers. But tonight, its just us, and that's more than enough fun already.
I was sick the next month with the flu and L so sweetly took care of me. That was a fun summer.
This time, I can't post photos for obvious reasons. But if you look hard enough, you may find one or two on the internet.
XO
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A personal Boston best...with photographic evidence....
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Posted:Mar 1, 2009 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2010 6:30 pm
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When I lived in Boston there was a woman I used to flirt with on occasion. She had an open reputation and was very fun. There are certain personalities that command attention and people will be drawn to them in a social situation. Both of us knew and had heard of each other several times before our first meeting.
M was a gorgeous blond with no inhibitions. You might say her only inhibition was being inhibited. A sure way to turn her off was to be self conscious and possessive. When we met it was black powder and match sticks.
After arranging a first date situation I made an evening plan.
We met at her house with my hand behind my back. She told me how traditionally sweet of me and I could tell that if I had only brought flowers that it would set the wrong sub role for her and be disappointing. She was a powerful woman and commanded a different flavor than vanilla. What won her attention was in the center of the flowers was a well hidden riding crop. As I followed her upstairs she found the crop, spun around, and kissed me against the wall. I knew you'd get me she laughed.
Off to Mantra, a setting of elegance and culinary delight. At this point I invite you to google Boston/Matra and let the music of the site put you in the atmosphere and take a look at it yourself.
It was quiet that night and as we proceeded to imbibe ourselves for the slow upward building of sexual tensions that would bring even the waiters into the equation. Our laughs were heard above the other tables and our demeanor was attracting all of the envious eyes of the men seated with their partners.
Our waiter offered us more drinks and without missing a beat M asked what else he would be offering and with a quick flick of her wrist showed a little of her thigh high. The waiter proceeded to probe and replied with anything you have. He was testing the wrong person and she looked him straight in the eye and without any doubt or sense of untruthfulness, said she may have to take him home too. Our university student waiter flustered, realizing this was no bluff or seemingly innocent flirting.
From that point on our waiters rotated all night and they seemed to congregate at the nearest station taking quick glances when they could.
M disappeared with my camera to the bathroom only to return with a plethora of photos of her fingers delving into all of her sweet spots. I swear I could smell her scent and it caught my primitive senses. I am a pretty cool customer and usually don't even get physically stiff unless my clothes come off but her scent got me aroused.
As our original waiter returned with our food, she placed the camera, left on the display setting, in the center of the table with one of her more sultry shots in the bathroom. She looked at me and winked flush with the waiter's interested embarrassment.
Through our meal our hands wandered and toes probed each other under the table. At one point I almost thought she was going to slip under the table for a more personal experience. M knows how far to push the boundaries and in this instance we would have gone too far for our fellow diners. We held the attention our audience but we did not force ably make ourselves their captors.
As we dove into our desert the waiter asked if we were serious about taking him home but in an effectual yet subtle "cock block" I looked at him straight in the eye and said, if you play with her you have to play with me on my baseball field too. She went right along with it and mentioned what a great pitcher I was and she promised with emphasis on pitcher.
Intelligence and cleverness in a woman is such a turn on because of the mental chess you can enjoy. Black and White can be very enjoyable but if you understand the complexity and intertwining colours of abstract art, you can only intensify your appreciation and enjoyment of art. In this same way if you appreciate social engagement, to interact with such a colorful person is a joy in itself.
On the way to a nightclub we had to cross the Boston Commons. In the center there is an obelisk where I leaned her against and kissed. I spun her around an lifted her skirt. I could not get my pants open fast enough. I slowly slid in and our simultaneous vocal exhales emerged. This is around 11pm and there are many people walking around the Commons and not so far out of sight and there were glances of disbelief to the majority of completely unaware people.
Losing our cool at some people that were now stopping and wondering to themselves "Are they doing what I think they are doing?" we moved behind a substation of the Park Rangers. The building had a frosted glass and with the lights from the interior you could see the Ranger's silhouettes. I positioned her behind one of the Park Ranger cars and went down on her for a short time and then re-entered her from behind as she leaned over the car. Surely we would need some photographic evidence to support out exploits. This was just an appetizer and we moved to the nightclub.
The place which I forget the name was in the theater district and a short walk from the Commons. The dance floor was well populated with undulating but oblivious bodies. In social situations, there is a preconceived expectation of what you will encounter and this leads to many overlook what may be blatantly seen in other situations. Her hands were in my pants as we were lost in the crowd and my fingers occasionally went into her skirt. When you really kiss a person, you could be in a crowd of thousands but when you close your eyes and kiss, it can be as if it is only the you two.
Lifestylers, swingers, and liberal people have a radar that allows us to find each other. As the catty girls moved away the seductive people moved toward our direction. It doesn't happen instantly in a crowd of this size, it happens gradually. Within an hour one of newly befriended couples were touching us as well as each other. At one point she was down in the crowd giving her friend and 10 second lick on the dance floor. The beauty of such a crowd is that no one outside a 2 foot radius can see this happening.
We wanted to enjoy each other tonight. This was out night. We headed for a taxi and off to Cambridge we rode.
With mad sex and frenzied passion we tore apart her apartment. I am not an S&M person but they way she enjoyed posing with the riding crop led me to believe there were things for her to discover in the future.
The next week I happened upon an embroidery shop. I had two black polo shirts drawn up with a Boston Police logo and the words encircling them "Mounted Park Ranger"
Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil....tell no lies...
This is no work of fiction....
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What are the best condoms?
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Posted:Feb 26, 2009 7:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2009 6:08 am
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This is a quick entry and to get your opinions.
I currently use Trojan Supra Thins. They are expensive costing around 12 dollars for 6. Yes that is expensive but it is by far the thinnest and most sensitive condom I have found.
Let's hear what you are using and why.
Cheers,
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Stop Sexual Persecution!
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Posted:Feb 24, 2009 10:21 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:7 am
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Being a very sexual person I am tired of being harassed, look down upon, and made to feel immoral just because I am promiscuous, love to have sex, and identify with my sexuality.
Live and let live. Your life is your own and as long as you do not hurt anyone, you should be allowed to do with your body as you see fit and not have anyone intrude on your life personally.
There are many forms of sexual persecution.
and for this article/blog I will concentrate on the Western World's pigeon holing of what is acceptable.
Sexually liberated people should not have to fear what is so natural to the human form.
Let me start by saying swingers are normal people. In fact the number one professions in the swinging lifestyle are policemen and grade school teachers. You will find two or three at every party or club. Just for fun go back to your grade school memories and think about which one of your teachers might have been a swinger.
But everything is kept quiet and swept under the rug as if we don't have these urges and that it is improper to have them. Because if these civil servants are sexually liberated people they will somehow be unfit to teach our ? How does that correlate? How does promiscuity affect a healthy CEO? Why do they have to be so secretive? Anyone that has a weakens can be taken advantage of but every CEO that gambles is not an addict as well as every policeman that drinks is not an alcoholic.
After living in D.C. and being to some of the better private sexual events I can tell you the leaders of this country DO NOT practice what they preach. But the country runs along in its normal daily life. So how can people oust a mayor for some photos on a fire truck that she took in short shorts with no nudity?
Or fire a teacher who was working booze cruise on the weekends while in a bikini?
How about the politico wonks that decry such behavior only to be caught in the airport bathroom soliciting gay sex? Or the ones caught in house page scandals with boys? Or the ministers caught with their altar boys or gay massages?
How many of these teachers caught with their students have been swingers? NONE.
Because swingers have extremely fulfilled sex lives. Swingers are very in tune with their sexuality and identity.
In my experience the deeper you repress the natural existence of sex, the more it it will manifest itself into a more twisted unnatural state.
I am not saying we are all swingers but I am saying that we need to be in tune more openly with our sexuality and call it what it is.
And why is it that most people call another person a or slut if they have many partners? Would you not call them generous for the pleasure and happiness that they give people just like a massage therapist or psychologist? Marvin Gaye knew what he was singing about.
Why do we applaud an experienced cellist but degrade a professional sex worker who knows everything about the one of the most basic and natural human body functions. If you have forgotten, sexual intimacy is one of the basic needs on many of the psychological charts starting with Maslow's. And why do we drive the sex worker to an unsafe underground here in the States?
I have lived in Europe and brothels are legal in many countries contrary to US general consensus and their society is not crashing down around them nor has it plunged into Sodom and Gomorrah.
Sex is not bad, it is not immoral, and it is fun. Sex is not the same as love and they can be separate just like the sex you had with an ex is not the same as the sex you have with the person you are currently with. That is why they are two words and not the same. Sex and Love are not synonyms listed in any of the online thesaurus's I have checked today.
Have you ever seen a group of sexually liberal people putting up billboards that say please have sex? Or going to church groups and telling the people who need counseling that if they had more sex and lived more liberal lives that it might work out better for them?
I hope that most of you on this site (because you are the sexual liberal) will speak up when the next time someone is called a or a snide remark is made about the person around you who is openly sexual. We are all more sexual than we care to admit and inside they might even be the bigger sexual creature. Maybe that is why they are scared of their sexuality or maybe they are insecure about sexuality. I have observed that there are very very very few introverted sexually active people.
Just like Homosexuals refuse to be called queers and African Americans refuse to be called niggers, refuse to be called whores and sluts. It is the beginning and it is small but the public perception needs to change somewhere. This negative connotation is very harmful to us.
I am a sexually liberal, vivacious, fun loving, squeeze the grapes, Carpe Diem person and I am very happy and satisfied about the way I live my life and I am a normal functioning part of society.
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Sexual Hangover
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Posted:Feb 22, 2009 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2009 6:05 pm
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Many of us have had a few too many and woken up the next day with our head and muscles aching. We seem lost in a daze and hope none expect us to solve any big problems that day.
Sexual Hangovers are just the same.
I first had my a sexual hangover with a woman I dated in college. We had sex all night then all day and barely ate, slept, or drank the entire time. We crashed to the bed and awake a complete mess. Our bodies were exhausted. Being younger it took us a quick fast food run to recover.
The next big sexual hangover I had was when I started swinging. Occasionally my partner and I would have sex before, during and after the parties. The next day, without drinking any alcohol, we would feel the same dazed and confused mindset we had experienced when we were drinking.
As I delved further into sexual liberation I found I had to limit myself, just like drinking, or be completely useless for most of the next day. I have a very high endurance and my muscles give out before my erection does. This causes severe muscle fatigue the next day...and I am in good shape. But when the redheaded beauty in front of you winks at you with a smile and gives you a head nod as she grabs your manhood and guides you in, it's hard to say no. And that's how sexual hangovers begin.
I can only assume that the hangovers are from dehydration. After about two hours of play and little water or food before an 8 hour rest period, the body has run out and it is screaming for a little nourishment.
Sexual hangovers do have a more positive light to them. After a drinking hangover, you can't reminisce about the fun partner or couples you had experienced the night before. Yes you may be sore and you lower back, arms, and legs might be made of jello but you did do a great physical work out with immense amount of pleasure.
I'll prefer the sexual hangover any day.
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My funniest swinger encounter.
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Posted:Feb 19, 2009 12:17 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2009 8:32 am
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While living in D.C. I used to frequent a club called Entres Nous with my then girlfriend.
Entres Nous is an upscale off premises couples/single females only lounge. And it was one of the better overall lounges in the city.
My partner at the time, K, was relatively inexperienced in swinging and had only a handful of encounters that fateful night. She picked a couple that caught her eye. She was attracted to both but I warned her from the spiked collar and the knee high leather boots on the woman that they might be a little rough for someone as new to this as she was. K is a very sensual, soft woman, and not much into bdsm.
K looked at me with a smile and said to me "We are here to experiment right?"
Ok, I said but I was thinking a softer couple. But if this is what you want, lets go for it. Saying to myself, put your seatbelt on and grab hold, this is going to be a wild ride.
We take a cab to their quaint house in Alexandria. The alcohol comes out along with some recreational party favors. After a few minutes of chit chat the couple goes down into their basement and returns with two duffle bags, count them, two.....of leather. The guy puts on a leather mask with zippers on the eyes and mouth. I am having flashbacks of b rate horror flicks. K's mouth is wide open and the woman looks at us and says..."He likes to be called Monkeyboy"
In a few s minutes this man had gone from a very educated powerful policy wonk in a suit in DC to Monkeyboy.
I understand everyone is into something but this caught even me off guard and I had to laugh. K puts on some of the leather provided and Monkeyboy is proceeded to be whipped by his partner and K. K is instructed on how to whip, tickle, and even pinch the guy and his testicles testicles all the while being degraded verbally. I am doing my best to keep erect from all the giggling I am doing. The women turn their attention to me from time to time to keep me happy as I watch this educational/entertaining scene play out.
I would not think of this whole situation as funny normally and would respect someone elses fetishes to the utmost of my ability but the things this guy was saying was something Dave Chapelle could have been envious. Except this guy was serious. "Squeeze Monkeyboys bits!" He cried.
After about two hours of play and some swapping he begged to be peed on by the girls. Up to the bathroom we went and they peed away as he masturbated.
The ride home in the cab was pretty silent as we contemplated if what just happened was a dream or real. I looked at K and she smiled back. I said to her "You just peed on someone with a leather mask" and we broke out laughing as the sun was coming up.
To this day I still text her from time to time about Monkeyboy or asking her how her pee accuracy is these days. She always calls shortly after to catch up with laughter in her voice.
Thanks Monkeyboy.
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You are looking for WHAT on Senior Sizzle?
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Posted:Feb 12, 2009 10:27 am
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2009 11:42 pm
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I have been in the lifestyle for over a decade now. Solo and with partners. Drifting in and out when a relationship went into lifestyle direction.
I have seen some crazy acts (from my viewpoint at least) and timid ones too. I see people looking for all sorts of fetishes but the most intriguing thing I find people looking for here on Senior Sizzle is love.
I suppose it could be found on here and maybe no different than in a bar setting. And maybe it is better here because you have people's fetishes listed, but I think there are better websites out there that would pertain to your particular fetish. So if you are not looking for a fetish, then I would believe that you should try a dating service website and not a sexually oriented site.
I find people using sex as a cover for loneliness. And that can be natural but not healthy and you should definitely not be here. I have heard many stories from women that these guys who are so wam bam thank you mam oriented get jealous and want to be the only guy. ??? <--- Why don't you just put them in a burka?
You meet a sexually liberated woman and then you want to contain them?
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Unbelievably, I actually met someone I could, if I had the time (I am moving), I might be interested in. What are the odds. Maybe no different then a bar.
Love is grand and so is sex. They are two circles that overlap but are still in their own boundries.
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When is ok for friends to have sex?
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Posted:Feb 9, 2009 10:33 am
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2009 11:46 pm
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This is a sticky situation that gets many people, including myself into trouble.
As with anything in this arena. It is good to have expectations laid out on the table and be completely open on the subject. This will not always be the most passionate conversation and may even break the mood but if you are really going to be friends then you need to have this conversation.
I have "fallen" into be with friends not necessarily in my inner circle but still friends.
I suggest that if you have yearned for them afar you should tell them before the act and let both of yourselves know what you are getting into.
The physical act of love is just that, physical and it is no different from dancing or ice skating with a partner. However, we as a society have cultural practices that have been taught to us. As creatures of habit we familiarize ourselves with people around us and it is comforting.
I always thought swingers and poly amorous people were crazy. But I have seen many relationships work in this arena. There is no wrong or right. There is only what works for you.
Know what you want and what is expected of all the people involved. This is an altruism in this lifestyle as well as most of life. What you thought the other person was going to do is just a possibility of many.
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