A peek at vanilla online dating

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!

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!