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Talk Dirty to Me

Sugar and Spice and everything nice, that’s what girls are made of……

You know that old rhyme, the one that reminds us as little girls to be sweet and be kind. To stay “good” no matter what. What happens though when you want to be more spice than sugar? More naughty than nice? 

Dirty talk is a liberating, freeing experience but it can feel very strange and difficult to do. Before we even get into the nitty-gritty of this, make sure that you know this is something your partner would appreciate and get aroused by.

Not all men are into hearing their Sunday school teaching wife expound on the glorious feel of his cock while he’s in her ass, however, to be fair, a lot of them would!
Talking dirty is only effective if the recipient is into it. If not, you’ll end up feeling foolish and hurt and not as open to trying it again with the same partner or someone new.

Let start by looking at a scenario:

You’re in bed with your partner when suddenly the most graphic, explicit requests start flowing from their mouth.

“Come on baby suck my cock. That’s right you dirty little girl, take it all in” or how about the ever classic “Oh my God, that pussy feels so fucking good. Damn baby, just look at what I do to you, you’re soaked.”

At least once in our lifetimes we have run into “that guy” the one who is overly aggressive with his bed talk and it can be an instant turn off. After all, what do we say to that?

Can you imagine if we answered truthfully with the thoughts that run through our head when we are not prepared to respond:

“I do believe I was already sucking it but now that you’ve called me a dirty girl my enthusiasm has skyrocketed and I will double my efforts. Thank you so much!”

“Now that I’ve heard from your lips what I feel like on the inside I’ll never again be the same. I really feel like I owe you cookies or some flowers or something because you have moved me so much that well, like you said, I flooded at the thought. Thank you”

These are the “Eminem’s” of the bedroom. Free-flowing from the brain to lips at supersonic speed. Although let’s be honest, if it was Eminem in my bed, well he could tell your Auntie any darn thing he wants!

You

You found me when I was lost. Your acted as my guide.
You held me when I fell, put me back on my feet.
You filled the cracks inside my soul with the superglue of your love.
You are my shelter in the storm, my rainbow when it leaves.
You make me smile till it hurts and hold me when I cry.
I had all these missing pieces, found that yours filled the space.
I was asleep until we met, today I am awake.
I never knew I needed you, until the day I did.
I never understood what love was until I let you in.
You took this broken wing of mine,
You gave me time to heal.
I never knew what love was.
Until I saw me, through you.

 

Last Night

There is something magical that happens when you let yourself be open to all the possibilities in love and relationships.

When you rip open the box society has placed you in you discover a world that is far more complex and beautiful than you ever imagined.

Last night was one of those nights. This expansion of body, mind, and soul transcends words and can only be felt.

To open your heart to more than one person. To allow yourself to be vulnerable and simultaneously brave, it transforms your reality and shows you paths you never imagined.

I sit here with a smile on my face and my brain jumbled with thoughts, my body is pins and needles and it feels so fucking right.

There is no glass ball to look in, no tea leaves to be read. The future is just as unknown today as it was the day before.

Yet, somehow, strangely, it feels more certain too.

Walking then running then leaping into the unknown, free-falling into something so outside of my comfort zone.

Love is the most powerful of emotions for in it is wrapped, hope, fear, and desire. It is a magnet that draws you into the mind and body of another and pulls you in tight.

Sleeping in the arms of one man, waking up to feel the kiss of another, so strangely beautiful and hard to quantify.

The box is not merely ripped, it lays shredded beneath my feet. Freed from convention, I am an explorer in a foreign land, ready to take in the sights.

Moments: Where Memories Are Made

I was having a discussion with a friend earlier this evening on the lifestyle and why I enjoy being a swinger. His primary concern for not exploring was a concern many have. “I don’t think I could handle the jealousy of seeing my partner with someone else” he said. I listened to his points and then did my best to explain to him what it meant for me.

My partner and I have been in the lifestyle for about 13 months now. In this time we have learned a lot, not only about the lifestyle in general but ourselves and our relationship.

When we first got started we made a lot of mistakes. We weren’t good at asserting to others what level of comfort we actually had and found ourselves on more than one occasion in circumstances that left us feeling unprepared or overwhelmed. We sort of dove in feet first without testing the water and we learned valuable lessons that we now take to heart.

Over the last few months, as we have gotten more comfortable and secure with voicing our needs and wants, the lifestyle has taken on an entirely different tone. We surprised ourselves by the friendships that we’ve made within the community. Forming bonds with people we never would have met. Recently we celebrated a “Friendsgiving”, 6 couples who have become great friends over the past year and we thoroughly enjoyed an evening of fun, laughter, and later in the evening, some very adult fun!

Overall, I think, swinging has brought my boyfriend and I closer in a way that i never imagined. By sharing a level of intimacy with other people normally only reserved for two, we’ve had to shed the masks. We have to be brutally honest with one another and share when something leaves us feeling insecure or uncomfortable and that type of interaction then streams into our everyday life. We find that we communicate far more openly with one another than we ever did in former relationships. After all, when you have no secrets from one another, you are able to truly see the full person in front of you and determine if as a whole, they are someone you like.

I know for me, seeing him with another woman, is a turn on. I love watching his body as it merges with another woman’s, love seeing the smile on her face. Hearing her voice as she moans in the pleasure that my man is giving to her. I love seeing his eyes close and his head tilted back as he gives into the sensations of new hands and lips on his skin. When the couple or woman is gone, and it’s just he and I again, we always take the time to reconnect. To allow our bodies to express through touch and movement how we feel. The chemistry I have with him has never been duplicated by any other partner. It is not to say I don’t enjoy playing, I adore it, but at the end of the day, no matter who I’m with, it is his kiss, his touch, his smile that makes me weak in the knees and my heart rate increase.

Knowing that in spite of all the women and men we meet, all the beautiful bodies, the alluring smiles, and fascinating minds, at the end of the day, it is each other that we choose over and over again is what makes swinging such a great experience for me.

There have been brief moments of insecurity, after all, I’m human and so is he. As a woman, I have my own body issues and it’s natural to compare oneself to another. That, however, is again where the lifestyle, is a really good thing. Honesty about how I am feeling leads to open communication which helps to prevent resentment or jealousy from taking root.

Swinging isn’t for everyone, and that is also what I conveyed to my friend. You have to have a deep sense of security in what you have in order to share that with someone else. You have to be able to see that no matter who your partner is with physically, only you have pieces of a puzzle that fit with theirs. I for one am grateful that I have a partner who sees beyond the constructs of what society has deemed as normal and has instead decided that we should define it for ourselves.

We have a level of honesty with one another that no vanilla relationship ever afforded me. I don’t know that it will be a part of our lives 10 or 20 years from now but I do know that for now, it is a wonderful fit. A friend once told me “You deserve moments not things” and now I finally, truly understand. For it is in the moments that the memories are made and for me at least, the lifestyle provides just that.

Importance of Time

In today’s world, we are pulled in a thousand different directions. Smartphones, tv’s, computers, friends… distractions that take us away from what should be at the very top.

A healthy relationship, one that has longevity has time at the core. How often have you said or heard someone else say “there aren’t enough hours in the day,” “we just never have time together.”

Here is an exercise you and your partner can try. If you follow it exactly as laid out you might be suprised by the results!

1. Take a piece of paper and write out a 24-hour span in an hour or half-hour long blocks. Do this for two or three consecutive days.
2. Record everything. Time spent at work, driving the kids to events, hanging out with friends, texting, social media, the works.
3. I have to stress this. Be exact. The only way to get perspective is to be brutally honest in having a visual recording of your day-to-day.
4. At the end of the experiment, take a second sheet of paper and on this one make two columns. One labeled “Time with Partner” the other labeled “Everything else.”
5. Add up the # of hours that you spent on each activity. Only include undistracted, unplugged, connected time with your partner in the partner list. This does not mean just romantic gestures. Did you spend time talking? Eat dinner together? Go for a walk? Think of all the moments that you had with your partner throughout the day, no matter how big or small.

Now compare them.

What did you find? Which column was bigger? Which one got the most priority and chunk of your day?

See here is the thing, work, kids, errands, they do take up a significant portion of our day, but what you will find, perhaps, is how little of it is used by the person you’re in partnership with.

You don’t have to cling to each other like barnacles; you don’t need to spend every waking moment obsessively thinking of each other, but you do need to prioritize. There is always room to make time for the person you love. Too often we take our partner for granted getting further away from what came so easily before, sharing moments.

That show you just had to watch, set in on the DVR, and sit on the sofa together talking instead. That friend who always needs you late at night, be willing to say no and give that hour to your partner instead. Those hobbies that require you to lead virtually separate lives find a way to pair down the “me” wants and find “us” wants instead.

You would be shocked at how little it takes to define quality time. Take the time in the middle of the day to send a text message, or leave a love note on the counter before work. There are so many ways, to reach your partner and let them know that you care. Putting the kids to bed early one night and snuggling on the couch with a movie instead of your phones, spending 5 minutes listening to the sound of their heartbeat as you snuggle in bed. There are so many ways to make someone feel special, needed, and wanted, that require nothing more than a little effort and thought.

Love is an action, not a noun. It cannot survive without a concerted effort on both parts.

Try the exercise, it takes seconds to write out what you’ve done from hour to hour each day and you might be shocked at the results. Better yet, do this exercise with your partner, then compare your results. It may help you to see a pattern that you currently cannot.

Remember, there is always time. Only you can decide the best way to parcel it out.

Nightride

The sky is pitch black, the sun has long set on the day. We hop onto the ATV’s, my arms wrapped around his waist tight. Today was my first experience on one and it was both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

I feel so alive, almost electric, my smile hard to contain. We are with new friends who’ve invited us to join them on their camping excursion in their tiny slice of Paradise. This is our second outing of the day, having recharged from an afternoon exploring the woods and the river beds hidden deep inside.

We drive through an old junkyard, my eyes becoming saucers as I take in the sights. An old abandoned VW bus is illuminated by our headlights. My mind begins to race. Did it make it to Woodstock? Did hitchhikers, thumbs raised high, duffle bags slung over shoulders ride inside? We pass a tiny camper, the kind built for two. I can imagine a newlywed couple spending the night in there, on their first jaunt out as man and wife. Did they make mad, passionate love inside the creaky bed, or light a campfire and gaze at the stars right outside their door?

We make our way to an area completely abandoned by others, a hidden spot that is only known to our friends. The hill to get down is utterly terrifying and my scream echoes into the night. We land on soft, un-trodden sand and it takes a good 10 minutes for my heart to cease it’s race out of my chest.

Music flows from the portable speaker we’ve brought on our journey and we place a small lantern into the sand. It is the only light on this moonless night save for the twinkling of a million stars overhead.

He grabs my hand and leads my off the bike, takes me to an area a little away from our friends. He wraps his arms around me, warm, strong, muscular ones that make me feel safe and at peace. “I want to show you something” he whispers in my ear, as his lips graze the side of my neck. “Look out into the trees” he says.

I do and my breath catches in my throat, as I immediately feel a sense of wonder and awe. Thousands upon thousands of lightening bugs dot the trees. It is as if God has turned on the Christmas lights in June. Goosebumps raise on my flesh and I wipe a tear from my eye. In that moment I am one with the Universe. Completely in tune to the magic that surrounds us but that we rarely ever have the chance to see.

I can only utter “amazing” as I try to process the brilliant show being played before my eyes. I turn to him and stand on my tip toes, he is so much taller than me. “I love you” I tell him, “Thank you for a perfect night”.

He kisses me softly then with abandon and electricity races down into my feet. The music on the radio has changed, it is something sensual and slow, and my body responds to it’s beat.

We make our way back to the ATV, our friends already sitting on theirs. 6 people, 3 couples, sharing a moment with one another in a singular space in time. He straddles the machine and I climb on his lap, my kisses turning more urgent with every second that ticks by. I can feel him growing hard beneath me, his desire hard for him to contain.

He unbuckles his shorts and lowers them to his waist, I remove my white cotton panties, casting them into the sand. I straddle his lap, my eyes never leaving his as he enters me my teeth biting my bottom lip. I glance out into the barely lit darkness and notice our friends have had a similar idea. One woman is bent over her bike, her ass in the air as he guy enters her from behind. The other is leaned back on the seat, her man exploring between her thighs as her legs curl around his head. My attention is drawn back to my own man whose lips are now biting softly on my neck.

He re-positions me over the top of the bike, taking me from behind. My dress still on but raised above my hips, the wind biting into my naked skin. I have to hold back the moan of pleasure that wants to escape my lips, knowing in this place we are in it will echo deep into the night.

I grab the handle bars with all my might, steadying myself as he thrusts deeper inside. I can feel my orgasm building and know it’s only a matter of time. My body shudders with release and I begin to relax, feeling his weight lean into me as we catch our breath and come back to a different state of mind. One of the couples has wandered further down the beach, the other couple is still on their ATV, the sound of their bodies meeting resonating in what I’ve come to think of a sacred space.

We remove the remainder of our clothing and walk naked hand in hand across the soft sand, letting it sink into our toes as our feet touch the cool water beneath. He wraps me in his arms once more and kisses my face and I tell him I love him with all that I am.

In all my life, in all the people I’ve met and the lovers I’ve chosen, he by far has been the best. Not because of the act of sex, but because of the time and memories he chooses to create. We walk back to our bikes and put our clothes back on. It’s almost 1 am and it’s time to head back for the night.

We’ve had several swinging experiences together but none quite like this. It is sensual, erotic, a throw back to the days of old when people experienced life together in a different way. As we ride back I wrap my arms around him tightly, my face pressed into his back, taking in the scent of his skin as the air whips my hair around my face.

I never knew a year ago I would find myself one night in the woods with 5 other people and would have one of the best one on one experiences of my life. Life is a lot like that ATV ride into the woods in the dead of night. Unexpected treasures lay around every bend, we only have to be brave enough to take the path not taken and blaze the trail instead.

Dining at the Y

This weekend I had my first FF experience, the kind that involved more than kissing and touching breasts. We met a fabulous couple for dinner and drinks that I will call W for her and M for him.  They are a sexy, intelligent duo that we clicked with right away. I found myself attracted to them both and wondering throughout the course of the night what their lips would feel like on mine. After several hours of conversation we left the restaurant and followed them back to their hotel. None of knew what we may or may not do, only that we liked each other and were eager to find out.

I’ll try to write out how the rest of the evening went down because it was a first for me and a memory that I want to last. When we arrived at the hotel we chatted for a bit, everyone taking the time to get comfortable and relax. The one thing about swinging that can be awkward is the initial part. You have four or more people who may have just met that night and even though you like each other, it’s not always easy to know how to start.

Every person is different and what works for one might not work with the next. It can be tricky to navigate who makes the first move when you have extra people in the mix. In this case the hot tub was the ice breaker that worked out just right. W and I removed our clothes first slipping naked into the hot tub while the men got undressed. We all shared a bit of a laugh at the sight we made, four bodies squeezed into a space meant for two, we played our very own version of underwater twister tangling up our bodies and limbs.

After awhile W decided to have some fun with the jets and that is when things really took off. M and I left the water, leaving my boyfriend and her to play. The sight of him holding her naked body to lift her hips up to the streaming water was very erotic and I found myself immediately turned on. I joined them a short time later, my body pressing up against hers as she steadied me on the jet. Now any woman who is reading this has probably discovered the joy of streaming water for herself at some point in her life. My first orgasm was accidental at the age of 13 as I leaned over the side of my best friends pool and discovered that the water jets were useful for more than keeping the water clean.

As I lay there, the sensations washing over me, she leaned down and kissed me, her lips soft and sweet. Kissing another woman is altogether different from kissing a man. Their lips are smaller and they instinctively understand what another woman likes. My boyfriend switched with her and the shift in pressure from her lips to his sent me over the edge. I turned my body around to lean into her, feeling her breasts push against mine. M acted as the photographer and captured very intense moments as we played and explored.

My favorite part of the hot tub was doing a shot of whiskey out of her stomach, the taste of her wet skin mingling with the alcohol and hot water. By this point I was wet and it wasn’t from my aquatic settings. We made our way out of the tub and onto the bed, and because I felt so comfortable with all of them, I decided that I would finally, after 40 years, go for a dine at the y. For those not familiar with the term, it’s a euphemism for eating pussy and I was eager to try.

She laid down on the bed, her body still dripping wet and I placed my head between her thighs. I wasn’t sure what to expect, if I would like it or not. All of my play with women up to this point in my life had been as a receiver not a giver and I didn’t want to disappoint. Luckily I had 3 coaches cheering me on who gave me advice on the areas to hit and how to use my tongue and mouth. As I got more confident I began to get into it, wanting her to feel good and do it right. It was a pleasant sensation, the feel of her thighs squeezing my face, her hands in my hair, the sound of her voice. I had never been brave enough up to this point to try this and by the end I realized it’s actually quite nice. It got even better when my boyfriend got behind me and began to fuck me, the motion of his hips moving my mouth over her in a rhythmic pace.

I felt pretty damn happy about the experience and realized there was never any reason for me to be afraid. It’s another expression of sexuality and was my opportunity to give pleasure to a woman whose company I thoroughly enjoyed.

From there things got a little wild, everyone piled onto the bed. The whiskey shots had taken hold and I remember a lot of touching and sucking as we all played treasure hunter and our bodies the maps. M. is a sexy man and kissing him gave me butterflies. He had a lovely cock that I got to spend time orally exploring and his strong fingers felt fabulous inside. A big part of me is voyeuristic and part of the fun of the night was watching the others play. Seeing W with her legs up near her shoulders as my boyfriend pounded her was hot, watching her squirt as she fucked her husband was a treat. I’ve heard of women being able to do it but had never actually seen it and it was intense. I could hear the sound of her orgasm as her body gave out a release. It was fascinating and something I am now curious if I might one day be able to achieve.

All in all it was an incredible evening and one I won’t soon forget. I broke my “V” cherry and learned that I am more of an explorer than I think. The one thing my swinging experiences are doing for me is teaching me about who I am. I am learning what I am comfortable with and am able to discover different aspects of my sexuality in an environment free from judgement or disdain.

On our way home that night, I looked at my boyfriend and told him how much I love him and how special he truly is. Whenever we play I am always struck at how incredibly lucky I am. I’ve met someone who accepts me fully and is open to the possibilities of all that we hold inside.

Why live your life in a cage, when you have wings and a key to unlock it? In my humble opinion, I say throw the doors open and fly baby fly.

Removing the Mask

I remember my first poly-amorous encounter like it was yesterday. I was 19, living in Boulder and on my own for the first time. I had met a guy that I will call BB and from the beginning I was head over heels. He was a true throw back hippie complete with long hair and a penchant for Birkenstock’s. I was a wide eyed teenage mom who was looking for her place in the world.

Having my daughter at 16 I didn’t date in the traditional sense. Somehow a baby carriage and nursing pads didn’t translate well with dinner and a movie. When I moved to Boulder I was 3,000 miles away from home and looking for a completely fresh start. It was there that I found myself not as a mom, that role was fairly well set but as a woman discovering life.

BB was electric, like no one I had ever met. He was smooth and wicked smart. He was a poet and writer like myself and encouraged me to reach deep inside and find my voice. Our relationship was far from traditional, one of our first nights together spent locked in his bedroom while his roommates through an orgy in the living room. He introduced me to concepts of tantric sex and I explored many new and bizarre things.

When he introduced me a short time later to a stunning red head with skin the color of cream, I didn’t hesitate to go with the flow and see what would come next. We went from a twosome to a triad and like that I had boyfriend and girlfriend in my life.

As all young romances are apt to do, my “summer of love” came to a sad and crushing end. He moved back to KY with the promise of coming for me, a promise I learned fast he did not intend to keep. He resumed a relationship with a former flame and I was left holding my heart in my hand. The girlfriend fizzled out, I was not equipped at 19 to be a mom and be in a relationship with a female one on one. It was during this time in my life I realized that I liked females but loved men and any relationships I had would be with the latter.

The one thing this experience did for me though is woke up something that had been dormant and sleeping inside. Never had I felt more free than when I was with someone with whom I could strip off the mask. I could express myself openly through my sexuality and explore what I liked.

Flash forward to 20 some odd years later and I have delved into the lifestyle, once again seeking out the freedom I had so long ago. After 13 years in a traditional “Leave it to Beaver” type marriage where his version of “free love” was with the women he kept secret, I ended up divorced. I slowly waded into the dating pool until one day, almost a year ago, I met the most amazing guy.

Throughout the course of our conversations it became very apparent that we shared the same values, especially when it came to sex. Like me, he has always had a unique perspective on relationships believing that honesty is key. We have had several lifestyle experiences, many which are detailed here in the blog. Throughout it all we have learned several things, the most important lesson has been that swinging is not always sex. It’s about the experience and memories that you make together as a couple.

We have met fascinating, fun, sexy people, many whom we’ve done nothing more with than have dinner and drink. We’ve soft swapped and full swapped and through every experience we’ve grown closer as a couple as we’ve grown as adults.

It doesn’t consume us and is not a part of our every day lives. We have many times where staying at home, watching a movie and fucking each others brains out before bed is as satisfying as going to a meet and greet or on a date with new friends.

I think ultimately the lifestyle is about exploration. Not necessarily of others but of ourselves. Through it we gain social skills learning how to speak with people we’ve just met, we learn boundaries by deciding what we do and do not like. We learn how to be assertive in a healthy way by choosing when to say yes and when to say no and we gain confidence through self-acceptance of our bodies especially when they are on “display”.

What started out at 19, the creaking open of a door into a world that was different from the societal norm, has cracked fully open to welcome me into a life that I truly like.

Swinging is far more than getting naked with another person, it’s a chance to try a new way of life. One that involves stripping off the masks and showing others the beauty underneath.

This year has been eye opening in so many ways but the biggest revelation so far has been finding myself after so many years of locking her away.

I hope you will enjoy my blog and the insights, stories and ideas I have to share. We are only here for a short time and I have finally decided that if life is like a roller coaster than I’m gonna throw my hands up and enjoy the fuck out of this ride!

Dear Diary – Chapter 3

Dear Diary,

School was a trip! We are prepping for our mid-terms and it has been a crazy day. I needed to finish writing what happened this weekend before I forget all of the tasty little details.

When I stopped writing earlier, I had gotten to the part in the evening with the glory hole and my new “friend” who decided to help my boyfriend and I out. The crazy part is, that wasn’t the crazy part of the night! Nope, uh-uh, no way. That was to come later and it was something else!!!

The club had a BDSM room, 2 if I am going to be precise. The upstairs room had chains suspended from the ceiling and as soon as I saw those I knew I had to play.

I went downstairs to our hostess and politely requested the handcuffs. After all, what self-serving, proper young woman wouldn’t need a pair right? (wink wink) Luckily they had some in my favorite color, hot pink, and that is when the fun really began.

I went back upstairs and handed them to my boyfriend. He knew the drill and did not disappoint. He bound each wrist in a cuff then suspended my arms in the air. He attached each wrist to a chain, practically leaving me on my tippy toes. He then got on his knees and wrapped my thighs around his head, standing in the process, which lifted me completely off the ground. There I was, all 100 pounds of me, wrap dress lifted up above my waist, knee high leather boots, legs wrapped around his face as he ate me out like a starving man in a buffet. I used my arms to hold myself up and relieve the pressure on my wrists (which btw I might add are still bruised!) My orgasm (#3 if I am counting correct) was intense and I found my thighs shaking from it.

Right next to us, were several people who stood and watched the “show” as it were. Soon after lots of folks were getting into the action all over the place! My beautiful new friend was fucked with a strap on by “Cubbie” girl (an amazingly hot site that made me want to by a strap on of my own), another couple showed off their submission and domination skills. The husband repeatedly slapping her ass till it was sore, pink and raw. I had to fight the urge to kiss her sweet bottom and rub lotion on it to make her feel better.

Finally, as the night was winding down, I decided I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and had to get in that glorious sex swing that had been beckoning to me all night. It sat, suspended from the ceiling in the middle of a large playroom, that was complete with couches, and an oversized bed. Most of the couples had gravitated towards this area as the night went on so we were no exception.

I climbed in and removed my towel. Handed the cuffs to my boyfriend and had him strap my arms over my head. He took my scarf and blindfolded me and placed my legs in the stirrups. I sat there, naked, vulnerable, tied down and unable to see and more turned on that I had been all evening.

He began to kiss me, then fondle my body, eventually inviting our friends husband to join in on the fun. Hands were touching me everywhere. Mouths on my skin and on my tongue. It was sensory overload in the most amazing of ways. I felt drugged, high, completely in lust.

After a short time on the swing, my boyfriend allowed our friends husband to take over, and he kissed me passionately, which I thoroughly enjoyed. A strangers kiss is different from the person you love and it was quite the experience to taste them both. My blindfold fell off and that is when I saw our friends wife in the bed, fucking the bartender while my boyfriend was touching her and kissing her. I knew I wanted in on the excitement and removed myself from the swing, joining them on the bed. I kissed her lips, so soft and different from the men, while feeling her breasts. Her skin was like cotton, smooth and cool to the touch.

I don’t have much experience with women but I found that I liked touching her and running my fingers down her curves. At one point there were 4 of us, touching, sucking, fucking on an over-sized bed…Mr. Roger’s neighborhood this wasn’t!

By the time our rendezvous on the bed ended we were all exhausted and decided to call it a night. Oh my God, diary, what a fucking night! It is something I will never forget and something I will replay over and over again, especially when I am naked, alone and getting off.

As a matter of fact, all of this reliving my night through these entries has me really hot and bothered. Talk to you soon diary, I have some exploring of my own to do with these fingers and it has nothing to do with a keyboard!

Love — Sam

Dear Diary – Chapter 2

Dear Diary,

Where did I leave off? Oh yes, my boyfriends face in between her thighs and her legs shaking from his efforts…it was a delicious view….after we all composed ourselves, we sat on the bench and were soon joined by another couple. We called them the “Cubbies” for the clothing they wore.

The woman walked in and we proceeded to fondle her large and ample breasts that had begun to spill out of her bright red bra. Soon myself, my new friend and “Cubbie” girl were having a 3 way grope fest, touching each other in the tiny, cramped room.

Eventually we all split off and my boyfriend and I found ourselves alone. I needed that time with him. To reconnect and talk about our experience up to that point. We found a room and shut the door. Clothing being shed fast. In the middle of having sex we threw the door open, allowing anyone who wanted to watch to have a peak inside our room. I can’t lie, it was HOT!!! I liked being watched. I found myself getting wetter and wetter every time I opened my eyes and saw another person standing in the doorway.

We wrapped up our impromptu sessions and went looking for our new friends. Before we found them, however, we found a wall with glory holes in it! We had to try it, Diary, just had to. He went behind the wall and put his cock through the hole. I got on my knees on a cold tiled floor and gave him a blow job he won’t soon forget. People stopped to watch, as I sat there on my knees, his cock deep inside my mouth, my hands rubbing all over his shaft. After awhile I couldn’t take it anymore and I went behind the wall to join him. I pushed him onto the bean bag chair that was behind the partition and rode him like a cowgirl in the rodeo. Bucking, swaying, thrusting. I wanted him as deep inside of me as he could possibly go.

A woman and her husband stopped to watch and before I knew it, her hands where on his balls and in my ass. It was insane. Being touched and fucked and sucked all at once. My orgasm was intense and I had to lay there for a bit to stop my legs from shaking.

I wish I had someone to share this with other than you diary but for now you’ll have to do. This night exceeded all of my wildest dreams. I have always had certain fantasies and I think I lived out most of them in a 3 hour time span!

I  have to dash but I’ll write back again soon. School is beckoning. I wonder if any of my classmates will see it, sense it. If they will know I spent the weekend fucking and getting fucked….hmmmmm…it’s a crazy thing to think about. Even crazier it happened to yours truly.

More later on. Love – Sam

Dear Diary – Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

I had the most surreal,strange, exotic night of my life last night. I need to document this all down cause I don’t want to forget a moment of it! Last night, I, Samantha Rosetta Jones, went to my first swingers club!!!! Yes diary, that’s right. Little ol’ Sam went to a swingers club and I was a very naughty, naughty girl.

It was Sweetest day and what better way to celebrate than with lots of pussy and cock right? Oh my, I feel so bad just writing this! I can’t help myself though. I’ve been reliving last night in my head all day and I just have to get it onto the page.

We went to the club with a lovely couple, Mark and Alice. We met them through a website for adults looking to “play” with other adults. I have to admit diary, I was scared! All these thoughts raced through my head… “Would they like us? Would we like them?” “Would I be able to let go of inhibitions and get into it?

I primmed and prepped for what felt like hours. Changing my outfit a half a dozen times. I wanted too look sexy but not too much. Just enough to get them excited at what was in store. I finally settled on a cute wrap dress and my leather knee high boots. It felt like it had just enough sexiness without being over the top. Underneath I put on my black bra, the really nice push up one that made my girls look outstanding. I forewent the panties. Part of my boyfriends fantasy for the evening and I wanted to please.

We met at a restaurant and when we found out there was a 45 minute wait, we went to the one next door. We had pleasant conversation, although I think we were all a little anxious. It was like going on a first date, with lots of people, and the energy was crackling with excitement and the wonder of what the evening would bring.

We drove to a little town about an hour away and pulled into a nondescript building that looked like a liquor store on the outside. The parking lot was full, it was obvious it would be an interesting evening even before we walked in the door.

We paid our fee and walked inside, 4 strangers now friends, ready to see what the night had in store. The hostesses was an amiable older woman who wore a corset, red leather skirt, and fishnet stockings with red heels. She was very kind and put us at ease.

My stomach was knotted but not in an unpleasant way. I was excited and unsure. Through the doors, just past the bar, was an adult playground, one we would soon be invited into. I looked over at my boyfriend and felt my skin flush, my heart skip a beat. My God, Diary, how I fucking love this man. He is tall, lean, sexy as hell. When he kisses me I feel electricity, when he touches me, I am drugged. I respond to him in ways I never knew possible. The idea of watching him this night with another woman, was one hell of a turn on. I wanted to see him give her the pleasure he so readily gives me.

As we sat at the table, waiting for the tour, the thought ran through my head “Could I do it? Would I?” Not that I didn’t find them attractive, I did, but it was still scary to think about all of the “what if’s”. It is a huge leap from texting to touching and I would be a liar if I said I didn’t have my doubts.

As the evening progressed and the drinks were poured, we all relaxed more. Our seats got closer, his hand found it’s way to my thigh. I glanced over and watched my boyfriend, deep in conversation with the wife. They had clicked and it made me smile. “Good.” I thought. “We can do this. It will happen”.

We split apart and the husband and I found our way into the dry sauna, sharing a steamy first kiss (literally). I found myself pleasantly turned on by the experience. He was cute and a good kisser. Bonus points on his end. We made our way to a private room, both enjoying the experience of discovering someone new.

The intense, loud, utterly distracting sounds of “I’m cumming, Oh my fucking God I’m cumming, Ooooooohhhhh,Ooooooohhhhh, Oh God I’m fucking cumming so hard”  this led to peals of laughter (mainly from my end) and the end of our private play. At this point I was two drinks in and I couldn’t help myself. She was loud, really, really loud and I wanted to both slap her and tell her to shutup and high five her dude all at once.

We left the room, and began to walk down the hall only to see our significant others right next door! My boyfriends face was nestled in between her legs and I immediately felt completely turned on at the site. We joined them in the room and chatted for a bit, the four of us on a hard twin size bed, in various states of dress. It was surreal and sexy as all get out.

Gosh, I have so much more to tell you but quite honestly I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a state just writing this all out. I think I need to go and have some alone time before I pick this back up. This was only the beginning of the wildest night of my life! There is so much more to tell…..tata for now my trusted old friend. My body is throbbing and aching from last nights escapades. Getting off and then getting a nap sound like the perfect thing right now. I’ll write back again soon….

Love,

Sam