Swinging as a couple is very new to me. Hell, I've only been swinging as a single for less than a year and navigating all the complexities of group play can still confound me. But this weekend I had a uniquely couples-related issue that threw me for a loop.
The accountant and I went to another swing house party together. As a couple. Whatever that means at a party where anyone can end up screwing anyone else. Neither of us knew very many people there. We mingled and chatted for a while, then everyone started heading to the play rooms to get naked and fuck in various combinations.
And we followed, not having found anyone to join us yet. Like most house parties, there was different kinds of action going on in different rooms. We were kind of at loose ends. No one had invited us to join them, despite our chatting with lots of people earlier in the evening.
No problem. I suggested we find a room with some empty bed space and "jump in". Putting on your own show is the best way to get people interested in joining you. And I knew my man knew how to fuck. One look at his gorgeous cock and we'd have plenty of company.
Or not.
Yep. You guessed it. Little pecker did not want to come out to play. The accountant tried to hide how mortified he was. I did my best to ignore it. And we did other things. We traded oral, we watched other couples, etc. But the accountant's massive boner failed to make an appearance.
I understand that extremely well endowed men sometimes have trouble achieving and maintaining erections. It comes with the territory. So I wasn't terribly disappointed or even surprised that this little glitch occurred. I certainly wasn't going to spit out "Hey, dude, what the fuck happened to your cock? Where's the beef, huh?"
But that's the way swing parties work. There are no guarantees. If you go into a party expecting the best damn sex of your life, you're going to be disappointed sometimes. I went to the party expecting only to have an evening in the company of sex-positive people. And I was not disappointed.
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
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, June 17, 2009
Primavera's Happy Blowjob Tips for Boys and Girls
In my last post I recounted how I coaxed an orgasm out of a gentleman who has trouble climaxing. Resistance is futile in the face of my outstanding oral skills! Since then many have asked for some tips for a great blowjob, here they are.
TIPS FOR GIRLS
1 GO SLOW
No prolonged, vigorous pumping and sucking. It desensitizes the cock. It's not a race.
2 THE BALLS
Pay attention to his balls, licking and sucking. Even if your mouth is elsewhere, cup them in your hand and fondle them.
3 THE PERINEUM
The perineum is the spot behind the balls. It's super sensitive. Lick it, then blow on it to give a chilly tingle.
4 THE ANUS
Work the anus. Some guys like it licked, some like penetration. Find out what your guy likes. Try inserting an anal plug and then blow him. He'll be crying for his mommy.
5 DEEP THROAT
Take the cock as deep as you can and "swallow" it. The contractions of your throat on the head of his cock will make him crazy.
6 VARIETY
Vary your routine. Keep changing what you're doing. Deep slow lollipop licks of the whole cock, and then change to little kitten licks on the head. Use your mouth for a while, then switch to hand work. Keep him guessing.
7 LOVE IT
Enjoy what you're doing. If you're not having fun, he'll know. (He might be too distracted to care, but he'll know.)
TIPS FOR BOYS
1 WASH
This is something you should have learned in kindergarten but it bears repeating because many of you have forgotten. Wash your entire body with warm soapy water every day paying special attention to your cock, balls, anus and ass crack. If my mouth is going to end up there, it better smell nice.
2 NO GRABBING
Don't put your hand on the back of my head when I'm going down on you. It can trigger the gag reflex. Don't believe me? Stick a banana down your throat and walk in my shoes.
3 NO HAIR PULLING
Hair pulling can be sexy, but not during a blowjob.
4 SO WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HANDS?
Stroke my neck and shoulders gently because after a while they get stiff.
5 MAKE SOME NOISE
Nothing turns me on more than hearing a man moan in helpless ecstasy when I blow him.
6 TALK TO ME
Do you like it? Is it too hard? To soft? Are you about to cum? An occasional update is helpful.
7 SWALLOWING
I don't swallow, so get over it. When you're going down on me, do I ask if I can pee in your mouth? No.
Further reading....
"How to Make Love Like a Porn Star" by Jenna Jameson
"The Guide to Getting it On" by D. Paul Joannides and Daerick Gross
TIPS FOR GIRLS
1 GO SLOW
No prolonged, vigorous pumping and sucking. It desensitizes the cock. It's not a race.
2 THE BALLS
Pay attention to his balls, licking and sucking. Even if your mouth is elsewhere, cup them in your hand and fondle them.
3 THE PERINEUM
The perineum is the spot behind the balls. It's super sensitive. Lick it, then blow on it to give a chilly tingle.
4 THE ANUS
Work the anus. Some guys like it licked, some like penetration. Find out what your guy likes. Try inserting an anal plug and then blow him. He'll be crying for his mommy.
5 DEEP THROAT
Take the cock as deep as you can and "swallow" it. The contractions of your throat on the head of his cock will make him crazy.
6 VARIETY
Vary your routine. Keep changing what you're doing. Deep slow lollipop licks of the whole cock, and then change to little kitten licks on the head. Use your mouth for a while, then switch to hand work. Keep him guessing.
7 LOVE IT
Enjoy what you're doing. If you're not having fun, he'll know. (He might be too distracted to care, but he'll know.)
TIPS FOR BOYS
1 WASH
This is something you should have learned in kindergarten but it bears repeating because many of you have forgotten. Wash your entire body with warm soapy water every day paying special attention to your cock, balls, anus and ass crack. If my mouth is going to end up there, it better smell nice.
2 NO GRABBING
Don't put your hand on the back of my head when I'm going down on you. It can trigger the gag reflex. Don't believe me? Stick a banana down your throat and walk in my shoes.
3 NO HAIR PULLING
Hair pulling can be sexy, but not during a blowjob.
4 SO WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HANDS?
Stroke my neck and shoulders gently because after a while they get stiff.
5 MAKE SOME NOISE
Nothing turns me on more than hearing a man moan in helpless ecstasy when I blow him.
6 TALK TO ME
Do you like it? Is it too hard? To soft? Are you about to cum? An occasional update is helpful.
7 SWALLOWING
I don't swallow, so get over it. When you're going down on me, do I ask if I can pee in your mouth? No.
Further reading....
"How to Make Love Like a Porn Star" by Jenna Jameson
"The Guide to Getting it On" by D. Paul Joannides and Daerick Gross
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Ninja Update
Last night I got an email from Brandon thanking me for a great time and asking if I wanted to set up a four-way with Violet and Doug, a couple we met at the club. She was an adorable little red head with a tiny, curvy body and Doug was a shaved-headed biker dude with a goatee and pierced ears. I'd love to play with them. But with Brandon.... not so much.
I wanted to reply, "You had a great time because I give AWESOME oral, Mr. Pussy-Phobic!" But I didn't. I applaud my restraint.
What I did say in reply is, "Should we tell Violet about your no-oral-until-the-second-date rule beforehand? Or are you going to make an exception for her?" Perhaps the applause was a bit premature....No reply as yet today. I'll keep you posted.
I wanted to reply, "You had a great time because I give AWESOME oral, Mr. Pussy-Phobic!" But I didn't. I applaud my restraint.
What I did say in reply is, "Should we tell Violet about your no-oral-until-the-second-date rule beforehand? Or are you going to make an exception for her?" Perhaps the applause was a bit premature....No reply as yet today. I'll keep you posted.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Ninja Attack!!
I went to a swing club with a new guy recently. Yes, I know I've started a lot of posts that way lately. And it's true, since losing my job last month I've used the free time to have a awful lot of sex with an awful lot of people. Safe sex always!
Brandon and I had exchanged emails and photos. We'd texted, IM'd and talked on the phone. So I thought I had a good idea what he was like. When he showed up he was cute and sexy. Par for the course, though, he was about 10 pounds heavier and 2 inches shorter than his pics and profile stated. I just expect it now. They all lie.
We got some drinks and chatted for a while, getting to know one another. All was going well except that he wouldn't maintain eye contact with me. He was looking around the room, studying the people, the walls, the furniture, the ceiling, the bar, the buffet. I started to wonder what was going on? He's in the military so maybe he's expecting to be attacked? So I asked him "What are you looking for? Are you expecting a ninja attack or something?" He just laughed. I laughed. But he kept the room under tight surveillance nevertheless.
When we went upstairs to the play area and started making out, he kept up the intense scrutiny of our surroundings. Even when kissing and nibbling me, his eyes were constantly roaming. His glances at the other people in the room were not lascivious, which I would have expected. There were about 5 other couples playing nearby and he was watching them all. Like they were suspects.
I couldn't let this go without comment, so I pointed to a lovely asian woman giving her man a hard ride, and whispered in his ear "Watch out! I think she's a ninja assassin! She's going to launch a ninja star at you any minute!!"
Like many people, he didn't quite get my quirky sense of humor.
None of this odd behavior is a deal breaker for me. I embrace oddity. I even find it endearing for the most part. But then we hit a wall. I was sucking his dick for quite a while in 69 position, but he was not reciprocating. Finally I had to give him a nudge. I said, "Hey, you know I've got a pussy down there, right?" He hemmed and hawed and then informed me he didn't go down on a woman until the second date. WTF?
Needless to say, there will be no second date. Not even if he brings a ninja.
Brandon and I had exchanged emails and photos. We'd texted, IM'd and talked on the phone. So I thought I had a good idea what he was like. When he showed up he was cute and sexy. Par for the course, though, he was about 10 pounds heavier and 2 inches shorter than his pics and profile stated. I just expect it now. They all lie.
We got some drinks and chatted for a while, getting to know one another. All was going well except that he wouldn't maintain eye contact with me. He was looking around the room, studying the people, the walls, the furniture, the ceiling, the bar, the buffet. I started to wonder what was going on? He's in the military so maybe he's expecting to be attacked? So I asked him "What are you looking for? Are you expecting a ninja attack or something?" He just laughed. I laughed. But he kept the room under tight surveillance nevertheless.
When we went upstairs to the play area and started making out, he kept up the intense scrutiny of our surroundings. Even when kissing and nibbling me, his eyes were constantly roaming. His glances at the other people in the room were not lascivious, which I would have expected. There were about 5 other couples playing nearby and he was watching them all. Like they were suspects.
I couldn't let this go without comment, so I pointed to a lovely asian woman giving her man a hard ride, and whispered in his ear "Watch out! I think she's a ninja assassin! She's going to launch a ninja star at you any minute!!"
Like many people, he didn't quite get my quirky sense of humor.
None of this odd behavior is a deal breaker for me. I embrace oddity. I even find it endearing for the most part. But then we hit a wall. I was sucking his dick for quite a while in 69 position, but he was not reciprocating. Finally I had to give him a nudge. I said, "Hey, you know I've got a pussy down there, right?" He hemmed and hawed and then informed me he didn't go down on a woman until the second date. WTF?
Needless to say, there will be no second date. Not even if he brings a ninja.
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....
Sunday, May 17, 2009
For all of you waiting for the exciting play-by-play of the house party I went to on Friday night, I hate to disappoint you. It was rather quiet. There were only about forty people there. About half the number who usually attend.
I suppose it's the economy. Since the new year all the clubs and parties have been lightly attended. And those who did attend were more subdued than normal. Lots of quiet talking, fewer rambunctious people running through the hall flinging off their clothes. Less gaudy costumes. There was still lots of skin showing, but the volume was definitely turned down. And this was a party that usually goes up to eleven.
Not one person leapt onto the bar and started stripping spontaneously. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of sex. But the crowd needed a jump-start to get the party going. My date and I were sitting in the living room with a group of people talking and drinking and nibbling. It was still early and everyone still had (most of) their clothes on.
As usual our hostess had all the lights off with dozens of candles burning. Very romantic. I picked up a little pastry stuffed with cream and let my date watch me suck the cream off my finger. I had decided it was time to move the conversation off the Dow Jones Industrials, and I had a plan. He grinned at me as I scooped another blob of cream onto my finger and sucked it off slowly, mimicking a blow job. I sucked the next bit of cream off his lips.
Then I unbuttoned his shirt and creamed his nipples. Most guys don't have a lot of sensation in their nipples, but he does, and it was fun licking them until they got hard. Unsurprisingly, the economic conversation began to falter around me.
Then I unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and took my sweet time spreading cream all over it. By the time I lowered my head to suck him clean, no one was talking about job cuts or bail outs. From that point on the party took a turn toward the erotic. Soon clothes were off and people were kissing and licking and sorting themselves out into pairs, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Success!
I suppose it's the economy. Since the new year all the clubs and parties have been lightly attended. And those who did attend were more subdued than normal. Lots of quiet talking, fewer rambunctious people running through the hall flinging off their clothes. Less gaudy costumes. There was still lots of skin showing, but the volume was definitely turned down. And this was a party that usually goes up to eleven.
Not one person leapt onto the bar and started stripping spontaneously. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of sex. But the crowd needed a jump-start to get the party going. My date and I were sitting in the living room with a group of people talking and drinking and nibbling. It was still early and everyone still had (most of) their clothes on.
As usual our hostess had all the lights off with dozens of candles burning. Very romantic. I picked up a little pastry stuffed with cream and let my date watch me suck the cream off my finger. I had decided it was time to move the conversation off the Dow Jones Industrials, and I had a plan. He grinned at me as I scooped another blob of cream onto my finger and sucked it off slowly, mimicking a blow job. I sucked the next bit of cream off his lips.
Then I unbuttoned his shirt and creamed his nipples. Most guys don't have a lot of sensation in their nipples, but he does, and it was fun licking them until they got hard. Unsurprisingly, the economic conversation began to falter around me.
Then I unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and took my sweet time spreading cream all over it. By the time I lowered my head to suck him clean, no one was talking about job cuts or bail outs. From that point on the party took a turn toward the erotic. Soon clothes were off and people were kissing and licking and sorting themselves out into pairs, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Success!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Hello newbie!
As the Talking Heads asked so poetically "How did I get here?"
How did I find the Swing Scene? Aka the "Lifestyle"? Actually, it was by accident. I had been hopping around the vanilla dating sites for a while. Match.com, Yahoo Personals, OK Cupid, PlentyofFish. I tried them all.
vanilla: anything not in the swing scene or lifestyle related
They weren't really the place for me because unlike most of the girls on those sites I wasn't looking for a traditional boyfriend. I wanted great sex. And I found a guy who gave it to me. After blowing my mind in bed he told me about the lifestyle.
lifestyle: a community of sex-positive people who gather for a variety of group sex activities.
He told me there were websites where swingers found each other and clubs where they met to play. Most swingers are couples who play together, but there are plenty of singles, too.
play: to have sex in various configurations, including, but not limited to intercourse, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, etc.
I was incredulous at first, but after doing some research and signing on to the website, I was enthralled. Here were people like me! Hundreds of them! I wasn't a sex crazed freak or a nymphomaniac! I created a swingers profile, posted some pictures and never looked back.
More details to come.....
How did I find the Swing Scene? Aka the "Lifestyle"? Actually, it was by accident. I had been hopping around the vanilla dating sites for a while. Match.com, Yahoo Personals, OK Cupid, PlentyofFish. I tried them all.
vanilla: anything not in the swing scene or lifestyle related
They weren't really the place for me because unlike most of the girls on those sites I wasn't looking for a traditional boyfriend. I wanted great sex. And I found a guy who gave it to me. After blowing my mind in bed he told me about the lifestyle.
lifestyle: a community of sex-positive people who gather for a variety of group sex activities.
He told me there were websites where swingers found each other and clubs where they met to play. Most swingers are couples who play together, but there are plenty of singles, too.
play: to have sex in various configurations, including, but not limited to intercourse, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, etc.
I was incredulous at first, but after doing some research and signing on to the website, I was enthralled. Here were people like me! Hundreds of them! I wasn't a sex crazed freak or a nymphomaniac! I created a swingers profile, posted some pictures and never looked back.
More details to come.....
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