I was eating dinner at an outdoor cafe in an affluent neighborhood when I overheard an amusing conversation between a man and a woman who were having their first date after meeting on one of the vanilla dating sites. ("Vanilla" means non-swing, outside the lifestyle.)
Even without hearing what they were saying one could guess it was a first date by the careful way they were dressed; the man's meticulously ironed shirt, the woman's precice makeup. They were smiling a lot an fiddling with their wine glasses.
They talked about where they grew up, went to school, where they worked, how they liked their jobs. Do you have brothers and sisters? Do you have pets?
It struck me how different this was from the conversations I have with men I meet on the swing dating sites I use. On a first date the questions are...... different. Have you ever done a dp? (Double penetration.) Do you like on-prem clubs (where sex is permitted on the premises)? Are your nipples sensitive? Have you ever tried an orgy?
Swingers dress differently on a first date, too. Women tend to wear sexier dresses and higher heels. Men wear clothes that are easy to remove.
On the way home from dinner I got a text from a playmate who had a yen to tie me up and rub ice on my nipples. Yay! Dessert!
Showing posts with label nipples. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Paying attention
Much of great sex is, in my opinion, paying attention. I can't tell you how many times I've told a man how much I love having my nipples played with, sucked, licked, pinched, plucked, rolled or nibbled only to have him ignore me. I'm speaking plain English, yet the message doesn't get through. Or he'll give them a few perfunctory swipes and then leave them lonely and unloved. =Sigh=
It's like I'm talking to a wall when I explain that there is a direct nerve link from my nipples to my clit. That when they attend to my nipples my whole pussy sings. My simple directions, "Hey! I like it when you play with my nipples!" just goes in one ear and out the other.
But my new lover needs no nipple instructions at all! Imagine my surprise and delight. My sexy accountant simply pays attention to my reactions when he sucks my pink buds. He makes a mental not that I moan louder when he pinches them and rolls them between his finger and thumb. A simple matter of repeating the techniques that elicit the most dramatic response.
Now he's doing this new thing that drives me crazy. He gently holds the nipple between his teeth and shakes his head like a dog with a chew toy. He knows he's onto something when I arch my back and beg him not to stop whenever he does it.
The man knows how to pay attention.
It's like I'm talking to a wall when I explain that there is a direct nerve link from my nipples to my clit. That when they attend to my nipples my whole pussy sings. My simple directions, "Hey! I like it when you play with my nipples!" just goes in one ear and out the other.
But my new lover needs no nipple instructions at all! Imagine my surprise and delight. My sexy accountant simply pays attention to my reactions when he sucks my pink buds. He makes a mental not that I moan louder when he pinches them and rolls them between his finger and thumb. A simple matter of repeating the techniques that elicit the most dramatic response.
Now he's doing this new thing that drives me crazy. He gently holds the nipple between his teeth and shakes his head like a dog with a chew toy. He knows he's onto something when I arch my back and beg him not to stop whenever he does it.
The man knows how to pay attention.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Weekend House Party
Last weekend the accountant and I went to a house party held by friends of ours. We had been looking forward to it for two weeks. Not just with erotic anticipation, but with some trepidation since his ex was going to be there. With another guy.
In the vanilla world this would be a big deal, but in the swinger world? Actually, it wasn't so bad. She was clearly uncomfortable, but cordial. No one suggested a four-way. No surprise there.
Like I often do, I arrived in street clothes and changed into my swinging outfit at the house. Saturday night it was a shiny, black pvc micro-minidress with a plunging neckline, thigh-high fishnets and heels. He wanted me to dress sexy and I was not about to disappoint. I wore no panties and the dress barely covered my ass so he could reach in and stroke my naked pussy whenever he wanted.
There were about a dozen rooms on three floors with something different happening in each. There was also a deck where we saw a vivid illustration of why there should be no drugs at swing parties.
We were chatting with a friendly, attractive couple and I began thinking that the four of us should get naked when they whip out the weed and start smoking. I took a hit to be sociable, the accountant said no thanks, but the other couple were puffing up a storm.
An hour later they were both out of commission. She was asleep and he couldn't get a hardon to save his life. Their loss!
We ended up in one of the larger play rooms with the beds full of people moaning and fucking. After we stipped the accountant sat on a bar stool in a corner with me standing between his legs, both of us facing the room so we could see the action.
He reached around to get my nipples and clit while I reached behind and worked his cock. We had fucked each other silly earlier in the day so we were in no rush to jump back into bed. Watching someone in being fucked hard, in the flesh, is nothing like watching porn on a screen with skinny, bored actresses and their fake boobs.
A gorgeous blonde with a lush, round figure was riding a big tattoo'd biker with her head thrown back, shouting as her orgasm approached.
We were enjoying putting on a show, too. I was standing feet wide apart, naked but for stockings and heels, my hands behind me, getting my nipples and clit worked hard. Then I turned and knelt to give him a blow job, being sure everyone got a look at his big, heavy hard-on before I took it down my throat.
I had heard of squirting before but had never seen it. Wow! The blonde's moaning and writhing was getting more desperate when she stopped and advised the biker, "I squirt, is that ok?" Like he's going to say no? A moment later she let loose a gusher accompanied by an indescribable gurgling noise emanating from her pussy lips.
It bears repeating: wow!
In the vanilla world this would be a big deal, but in the swinger world? Actually, it wasn't so bad. She was clearly uncomfortable, but cordial. No one suggested a four-way. No surprise there.
Like I often do, I arrived in street clothes and changed into my swinging outfit at the house. Saturday night it was a shiny, black pvc micro-minidress with a plunging neckline, thigh-high fishnets and heels. He wanted me to dress sexy and I was not about to disappoint. I wore no panties and the dress barely covered my ass so he could reach in and stroke my naked pussy whenever he wanted.
There were about a dozen rooms on three floors with something different happening in each. There was also a deck where we saw a vivid illustration of why there should be no drugs at swing parties.
We were chatting with a friendly, attractive couple and I began thinking that the four of us should get naked when they whip out the weed and start smoking. I took a hit to be sociable, the accountant said no thanks, but the other couple were puffing up a storm.
An hour later they were both out of commission. She was asleep and he couldn't get a hardon to save his life. Their loss!
We ended up in one of the larger play rooms with the beds full of people moaning and fucking. After we stipped the accountant sat on a bar stool in a corner with me standing between his legs, both of us facing the room so we could see the action.
He reached around to get my nipples and clit while I reached behind and worked his cock. We had fucked each other silly earlier in the day so we were in no rush to jump back into bed. Watching someone in being fucked hard, in the flesh, is nothing like watching porn on a screen with skinny, bored actresses and their fake boobs.
A gorgeous blonde with a lush, round figure was riding a big tattoo'd biker with her head thrown back, shouting as her orgasm approached.
We were enjoying putting on a show, too. I was standing feet wide apart, naked but for stockings and heels, my hands behind me, getting my nipples and clit worked hard. Then I turned and knelt to give him a blow job, being sure everyone got a look at his big, heavy hard-on before I took it down my throat.
I had heard of squirting before but had never seen it. Wow! The blonde's moaning and writhing was getting more desperate when she stopped and advised the biker, "I squirt, is that ok?" Like he's going to say no? A moment later she let loose a gusher accompanied by an indescribable gurgling noise emanating from her pussy lips.
It bears repeating: wow!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"Spring" Swing Party - Part II
Continued from last post......
Eric and I, naturally, were scoping out the other couples at the bar. One couple was probably in their late fifties, very fit, well dressed and attractive. Later, when Eric and I were on the swing, the woman came over and asked, "Can I suck your tits for a while?" Eric looked at me to see if I was cool with it, and we said "Sure!"
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE having my nipples sucked and pinched. Lots of guys pay attention to them only during foreplay and then abandon them for the pussy, leaving my nipples sad and neglected. =sad, forlorn face=
Kitty, our new playmate, nibbled, twisted and stroked me to ecstasy. Eric reached under her skirt and worked her clit. She had a smooth, gorgeous body with small, perky breasts. By this time some of the younger, nervous couples were loosening up and starting to make out. Yay!
Kitty asked Eric if she could suck his cock while he ate me out and he, unsurprisingly, agreed. "But first," she said, "I have to ask my Dom." Kitty got down on her hands and knees and crawled to one of the couches where her companion sat very dignified, sipping a martini. She kissed his shoe and gave him a pleading look. He smiled and nodded.
I had read about Dom/sub relationships before, but had never seen it in action. Kitty crawled back and with a bright smile started sucking Eric's cock with considerable skill. Eric and I looked at each other, shrugged and got busy.
Later in the evening we paused for a snack (it's important to keep your strength up during a marathon fuck-fest) and watched the action. Kitty was laying across her Dom's lap with her skirt bunched up around her waist while he fucked her with three fingers, hard and fast. She was moaning and squirming, but he would not let her cum.
Then he instructed her to kneel and suck his cock. He reached over and lifted her skirt so her ass was exposed to the whole room. Then he beckoned to a man standing nearby and asked if he wanted to make Kitty cum. He whipped out a massive boner, put on a condom and sent Kitty to the moon in a few thrusts.
I don't know if I could ever crawl to a man on my knees, but to each her own....
Eric and I, naturally, were scoping out the other couples at the bar. One couple was probably in their late fifties, very fit, well dressed and attractive. Later, when Eric and I were on the swing, the woman came over and asked, "Can I suck your tits for a while?" Eric looked at me to see if I was cool with it, and we said "Sure!"
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE having my nipples sucked and pinched. Lots of guys pay attention to them only during foreplay and then abandon them for the pussy, leaving my nipples sad and neglected. =sad, forlorn face=
Kitty, our new playmate, nibbled, twisted and stroked me to ecstasy. Eric reached under her skirt and worked her clit. She had a smooth, gorgeous body with small, perky breasts. By this time some of the younger, nervous couples were loosening up and starting to make out. Yay!
Kitty asked Eric if she could suck his cock while he ate me out and he, unsurprisingly, agreed. "But first," she said, "I have to ask my Dom." Kitty got down on her hands and knees and crawled to one of the couches where her companion sat very dignified, sipping a martini. She kissed his shoe and gave him a pleading look. He smiled and nodded.
I had read about Dom/sub relationships before, but had never seen it in action. Kitty crawled back and with a bright smile started sucking Eric's cock with considerable skill. Eric and I looked at each other, shrugged and got busy.
Later in the evening we paused for a snack (it's important to keep your strength up during a marathon fuck-fest) and watched the action. Kitty was laying across her Dom's lap with her skirt bunched up around her waist while he fucked her with three fingers, hard and fast. She was moaning and squirming, but he would not let her cum.
Then he instructed her to kneel and suck his cock. He reached over and lifted her skirt so her ass was exposed to the whole room. Then he beckoned to a man standing nearby and asked if he wanted to make Kitty cum. He whipped out a massive boner, put on a condom and sent Kitty to the moon in a few thrusts.
I don't know if I could ever crawl to a man on my knees, but to each her own....
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
House Party!
Tomorrow night my date and I are going to an open play house party thrown by a very cool swinging couple we know. We've been there before and it's a blast.
House parties are nice because, unlike some clubs, there are no restrictions on where or when play or nudity are allowed. At the play house, anything goes.
The first time we went there we walked into the kitchen and found a girl lying on the island, spread eagle. One guy was drizzling chocolate sauce on her nipples while another girl was licking it off. Another man, naked, was standing in front of the open frig, frowning and looking for more ingredients for "dessert." There was lots of giggling.
Upstairs in the bedrooms was where the serious fucking was going on. We took a lap through the house before going down to the living room where a crowd had gathered around a sybian one guy had brought.
For the uninitiated, a sybian is a sex toy consisting of a mounted phallus and a controller. The guy was working the controller while the girl rode it. With the buttons on the controller he could vary the speed and intensity of the vibration, oscillation and thrust of the phallus. Both were having a great time with it. He - watching her come apart, and she - screaming her head off.
Later, when I took a turn on it, I discovered there was also a roughened knob in front of the phallus that hit my clit just right. My date gave me a wicked grin as he started playing with the buttons and learned that the clit knob vibrated too.
The thrusting of the phallus and the vibrating of the clit knob felt amazing, and he varied the intensity from fast to slow, fast to slow, so I didn't come too fast. Then the other guy was behind me, nibbling my neck and pinching my nipples and it sent me over the edge.
"Watch, she's coming.." someone in the crowd said, stating the glaringly obvious. No shit, Sherlock. People in the next time zone knew I was coming. (Sometimes I can be a little loud.)
I hope he brings it again tomorrow night!
House parties are nice because, unlike some clubs, there are no restrictions on where or when play or nudity are allowed. At the play house, anything goes.
The first time we went there we walked into the kitchen and found a girl lying on the island, spread eagle. One guy was drizzling chocolate sauce on her nipples while another girl was licking it off. Another man, naked, was standing in front of the open frig, frowning and looking for more ingredients for "dessert." There was lots of giggling.
Upstairs in the bedrooms was where the serious fucking was going on. We took a lap through the house before going down to the living room where a crowd had gathered around a sybian one guy had brought.
For the uninitiated, a sybian is a sex toy consisting of a mounted phallus and a controller. The guy was working the controller while the girl rode it. With the buttons on the controller he could vary the speed and intensity of the vibration, oscillation and thrust of the phallus. Both were having a great time with it. He - watching her come apart, and she - screaming her head off.
Later, when I took a turn on it, I discovered there was also a roughened knob in front of the phallus that hit my clit just right. My date gave me a wicked grin as he started playing with the buttons and learned that the clit knob vibrated too.
The thrusting of the phallus and the vibrating of the clit knob felt amazing, and he varied the intensity from fast to slow, fast to slow, so I didn't come too fast. Then the other guy was behind me, nibbling my neck and pinching my nipples and it sent me over the edge.
"Watch, she's coming.." someone in the crowd said, stating the glaringly obvious. No shit, Sherlock. People in the next time zone knew I was coming. (Sometimes I can be a little loud.)
I hope he brings it again tomorrow night!
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