As much as I am enjoying the lifestyle, it is starting to become a huge pain. I’m having an issue with one aspect of the life that I never even thought of at the beginning. I thought I might have some jealousy issues. I thought I might get weirded out by meeting people for sex. I worried about health and safety risks of screwing random people. I thought of creepy guys at swinger clubs hitting on me and having really awkward encounters with people we just weren’t in to. I never thought the biggest frustration would be cleaning!
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Mr D are having a bad streak of lifestyle blues. As with many couples we have to really work to make time for lifestyle activities given our schedules, and especially since we need to arrange childcare to get out and about. Since we live way out there in middle America, the nearest club is almost two hours away (and no hotel nearby). So to get to a club we are either in for a very, very late evening….err morning. Or we need to plan a weekend away. Not an easy thing to do with young kids!
Before I had a chance to take in the amount of shit I was about to be in I was dragged off by the insatiable Miriam to a bedroom we found all to ourselves. True to form she had my cock in her mouth before I even got to the bed. She is one of those hungry playmates who demands to be remembered for how willingly and enthusiastically she gives pleasure. We writhed, licked, rubbed and sucked every part of each other we could reach until I needed her pussy like I needed air.
One of the advantages of being the only player on my swinging squad is that I don’t have to take one for the team. There’s no one pressuring me to settle for something less-than-desirable so that he can enjoy a tasty morsel.
I posted how Anne and I have outed ourselves as swingers to our close friends.…
Just got back from a crummy meet and greet experience. Mr. Doubleplay and I ignored some red flags and just neglected to do our homework for this meet up. As a result, in many ways, I feel that we wasted an evening.
The couple that we met was sweet and good looking and discreet. We did right on those issues. But we skipped some steps.
Okay, if you have made it this far, then I am going to go on the idea that you have either had some kind of experience, or that you have a bit more than a passing interest, and that you are familiar with key words; dom, domme, domiant, sub, submissive, master, mistress boi, tg, sissy boy, the list goes on…so I’ll spare us all… If, for some bizarre reason you felt this would just be fun to read, and you have no idea what these things mean, I want you to click the little back arrow, you are going to be lost, and my mind is so fucked, I will not be able to find you.
Emma, why are you writing porn?” It whispers paternally. “You should be publishing erudite reflections on philosophy or culture.” Maybe I ought to be pouring my energy into more laudable writing projects. Then again, maybe not. The truth is that I can’t help myself from keeping this online journal, my attempt at critical-reflective, sex journalism.
I’m not sure how long it will take before I stop having experiences in the…
We had heard great things about this “underground” group that hosts parties in our area. They don’t advertise on the usual sites – news travels by word-of-mouth only. It all sounded very Eyes-Wide-Shutty sans the blindfolded pianist and cultish atmosphere.