We’d signed up on some lifestyle websites. We’d come up with a username, wrote essays, and answered questions. The only thing that remained, for our profile to be complete, was pictures. As there was a serious dearth of sexy lingerie/undergarments at our house, we decided that a shopping trip was in order. Off we went to Lover’s Lane, but we didn’t have a great deal of luck there. I wear a 36F bra, which means that most generically sized lingerie will not fit me. In order to be big enough for my boobs, it winds up being much too big…
Author: Anne
“It’s been three years since your last pap smear?” I grimaced. I’d given the nurse a vague several years; she’d interpreted that as three. “More than that, really.” The doctor typed something into the little netbook she’d brought in with her. This new doctor’s office was high-tech; my old doctor had always made do with papers in a manila folder. In truth, it had been too many years. Before Jack and I were married, and after I was no longer able to remain on my parents’ insurance, I’d stopped seeing my general practitioner for annual checkups. The local family planning…
“Do you want to talk about rules?” Jack asks. “Oh, I suppose,” I reply, though in reality I am tired and a little grumpy and entering the beginning stages of PMS, so it isn’t exactly the ideal time to have this discussion. “So. What rules do you want to have?” he asks. I shrug. “I dunno.” I’m more of a let’s-cross-that-bridge-when-we-come-to-it person; he’s the one who wants to talk everything through beforehand. In this case, his approach is probably a good one to take, but I don’t think I’m the appropriate person to be leading the conversation. The first rule…
Taking things a little out of the order we originally intended, Jack and I have recently signed up for two websites (Lifestyle Lounge and Kasidie). Thus we found ourselves at 1:00 in the morning agonizing over what our username should be. It seems like a simple enough detail, but it took us 40 minutes to think of something we liked. I wish I could offer some advice on how to come up with one, but to be honest, I’m not sure that I have any useful suggestions. We looked at song titles and Shakespeare sonnets, and came up with a…
When Jack and I started talking seriously about moving forward with this swinging thing, one of our first conversations was about our motivations. So why do we want to do this? I started dating Jack during my freshman year of college. My previous relationship had ended badly, and I was not at all sure that I wanted another serious relationship so soon. I soon found myself in one anyway, despite my misgivings. I didn’t date much in high school–one real boyfriend, one dating relationship that didn’t really get a chance to go anywhere, and a few failed or dead-end flirtations.…
My husband Jack and I have been discussing swinging for years now, but for one reason or another, nothing has ever come of it besides talk. It’s probably fair to say that the lack of action was mostly because of me–I wanted to lose some weight before I could feel comfortable being naked with anyone but Jack, birth control pills were screwing with my libido, and so on. Then, a few weeks ago, something happened with some friends of ours, and the possibility of swinging with them was raised. We discussed it, and wound up having sex, each with our…