Squirter Converter

Another weekend, another house party. I'm exhausted!

The theme was, supposedly, "Beach Party" but few guests really adhered to it. This particular house party is extremely play-oriented. Folks only have their clothes (or costumes) on for about an hour before everyone's naked. So why spend time and effort dressing to the theme?

I went with my accountant again. The man with the gorgeous but unreliable cock. =sigh= Primavera strives to be understanding and patient. Before the party we were both excited so I tumbled him onto the couch and straddled him for some pre-game action. Twenty minutes later his penis remained inert. Even for experienced swingers like us, this is incredibly awkward. So I drove to the party horny and frustrated, contemplating the gods of desire who make us fall hopelessly in love with flawed men for their amusement.

The party was a blast. I noticed the bartender right away. Not just because he was young, tall, and hot, but because I didn't recognize him. The host of this party has a regular staff of about half a dozen guys who rotate between bartending and security through the night. Most of them are either military or firefighers. And I know them all =smile=.

They get time off duty during the night to play with the guests, too. A nice little job perk.This guy was new. He'd just gotten out of five months Ranger training with no sex. My pussy got wet just thinking about it.

Unfortunately is wasn't to be. When his shift was over two girls yanked him from behind the bar and I didn't see him again until several hours later. And by that time I was finished. There's only so much fucking Primavera can take in one night.

The first guy I fucked was my accountant. On the ride over I was brutally honest with him. The failed attempt on the couch had left me terribly frustrated. When erect, his cock is truly fabulous and I craved it. "When your cock gets hard, I want it first." He agreed, naturally. Never argue with a horny woman.

Once at the party, his penis cooperated and we fucked like crazy. Finally!! Then, our appetites whetted, we searched for new prey. He went off with a friend and I accepted our host's invitation to play. He's rather short and fat, but had the nickname "Squirter Converter" so I figured he knew what he was doing.

He did this thing with his fingers while he was fucking me from behind that made me insane. He reached around an enclosed my clit between his first and second fingers. Gently, but firmly. Then he banged me like a jack hammer, my clit sliding back and forth between his fingers. With his other hand he pinched my nipple. I totally lost my mind. During my orgasm I felt an odd sensation like I had to pee and I knew I had squirted. "The squirter converter strikes again," my host crowed. Show off!

Then there was a strange tickly feeling on my thighs. I craned my head around and saw that another guest was laying between his legs, sucking his balls from underneath. She had oceans of curly blond hair that tickled my legs. Probably his, too. Her mouth on his cock evidently inspired him because he fucked me even harder the second time. This time he flipped me on my back and put my ankles around his neck. I love that position! If the cock is just the right length it hits my g-spot perfectly. He was a little too short, but I got a great ride out of it anyway.

By the time he was done with me I was semi-conscious with bliss, splayed out on the bed with a sizable puddle of squirt spreading outward from my pussy. I couldn't have moved if the house were burning down around me. My host became concerned and went to get me some water. On the way he evidently found my date because the accountant showed up and laid down beside me. He planted little kisses on my neck and shoulders. "Are you ok?"

"Fabulous."

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!

Online Swinging

Swingers personals websites are the way most swingers hook up nowadays. Back in the 90's you had to find and subscribe to underground magazines. It was a hassle. First you had to take a naughty photo. Then, have it processed by someone who wouldn't call the vice squad. Mail it in with your wittily phrased advertisement and wait weeks for it to come out in the next issue. Then wait weeks more for replies. Sheesh. It's a wonder anyone got shagged.

But now it's easy. Surf the sites and get immediate gratification. Post today and play tonight if you're lucky!

I'm what's called a Unicorn in the scene (a single female who is bi-comfortable) so I get lots of mail. Therefore I can be selective. It's not always easy to find quality sex despite hundreds of single male swingers out there. You need to sift meticulously to find the gems.

Here's a sample of what's in my box today. First let's look at HungOne, single male, 35. Alongside his profile are 7 pictures. I like it when guys post lots of pictures! How can I decide whether to meet you if all I can see is one fuzzy head shot circa 1996?

HungOne's seven pictures, alas, are all of his cock. A nice cock, I'll grant you, but it leaves me wondering what the rest of him looks like. Don't get me wrong, you can glean a lot of information from one cock shot. Does he shave? (A giant man-bush gets me reaching for my DELETE button fast.) Does he have a good digital camera? Can he achieve an erection? And if there's a woman in the shot with his cock, that tells you that at least one other woman found him appealing enough to fuck.

Next, let's look at SuperFly, single male, 33. Like HungOne, he has a lot of pictures, only one of which is a cock shot. Sadly, the rest of them are of him and his various vehicles. Fat man on a motorcylce, fat man in convertible, fat man on boat. I don't have anything against a man with a few pounds if he has other qualities and skills too. But I find it kinda creepy that this guy feels the need to show me all of his man toys. It's tacky.

The third message in my box is from Bond007, 45, single male. That's a red flag right there. Any guy who thinks he's James Bond is probably delusional. He's got no pictures posted at all, red flag #2. His message says that he's a "powerful" CEO from a Fortune 500 company in town on business for a few days. He is looking for nsa (no strings attached) fun. He's staying at a five star hotel. He is wealthy, "generous" and promises dinner at a nice restaurant where I may order whatever I want.

Can I get a "WTF?" from my sisters in blog land!! I'm hurriedly scanning through my profile to discover how this dipshit got the impression I was a call girl. Nope, nowhere did I write "whore" or any of its synonyms. I have a good mind do accept this guy's profile and go to the hotel. When he opens the door to his five star suite wearing the hotel-provided bathrobe that barely closes over his beer belly, I'll greet him with a supersoaker filled with blue kool-aid.

Where's the Beef?

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.

Can swingers fall in love? And if they can, what does that look like? I am falling in love with the accountant. And it's really out of character for me. I fuck people, I don't love them. So I'm in uncharted waters now.

When I first confessed this annoying infatuation here in my journal, one of my readers recommended I play with someone else, just as I normally would do. Taking his advice, I went for drinks with the scientist, just to meet, not play. Like I often do, I posted on Facebook that I was going out. Since my vanilla friends are on Facebook, I did not mention that I was meeting a fellow swinger and potential sex partner.

The accountant (who is travelling this week) posted back, "Did you have fun?" And I was torn. What to tell him? He's not my "boyfriend", so I'm not "cheating". But, by the same token, who I see is none of his business. So I told him I had a great time catching up with vanilla friends. Now I've lied to him. A sure sign I'm in love.

The accountant lives an hour and a half from me and travels alot so even if we were in a relationship, he'd never be able to give me enough sex for exclusivity to be an option. Simple logistics. So if we became "serious" I would need to play with other men when he's away. Is this how it works for swinging couples? Can I compartmentalize my life that way? If I he and I become partners, when we're in bed together it will be "making love to my man" and when I have playdates it will be "banging my fuck-buddy". Is that how it works?

I'm confused. Another sure sign I'm in love. Fuck.

"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....

"Swing into Spring" Swingers Party

Last night I went to an "Swing into Spring" swing party at a local sex club with an old friend. In fact, the man who first introduced me to the lifestyle almost a year ago. We had a falling out shortly thereafter and have only recently gotten back in touch.

Eric is a great guy, a fantastic lover, and has mad skills, but over the last year he's gained a LOT of weight. It does not detract from his performance in bed but it makes it hard to attract couples to play with at a swing party. If you've never been to one, here's how it works.....

All the couples mingle, drink, eat, dance, but what they're mainly doing is scoping each other out. Picking out the couple they want to play with. Of course everyone wants to play with the young, hot couples and no one is making eye contact with the old, fat couples. It's like we're in the wild and making our own "natural selection".

A man will lean into his date and whisper in her ear, "What about those two, over by the guacamole? What do you think of them?" She'll casually glance toward the guacamole, check out the target and reply, "Yummy! Let's invite them upstairs!", or "No, he's not very cute," or "He's way too fat."

I wasn't surprised no one asked us to go upstairs, so we went up to the "play area" by ourselves to start some mischief. Upstairs was a big open play area with a padded floor, some equipment and a few small private rooms. Around the edges of the open area were couches which were filled with about a dozen nervous looking couples with all their clothes still on.

Eric and I decided to use the sex swing. I had never tried one before. It's hard to describe, so it's best just to google it and see a picture. I was suspended on the swing about four feet off the floor, spread eagle, just the right height for my pussy to meet Eric's cock. Did I mention the sex swing is right in the middle of the open play area in full view of the couch potatoes?

After putting on a condom Eric and I began to fuck, using the swing to build the momentum. Eric held on to the swing's leather seat, varying the rhythm from fast-and-hard to slow-and-gentle. Did I mention he has mad skills?

The great thing about the swing is you can get a great pounding rhythm without anyone getting fatigued. The swing and gravity do all the work for you. Thank you Sir Isaac Newton!

It's a cliche, I know, but you'll never really know if you like something unless you try it. I had a play date today with a gorgeous young man. We've played once before and he was super sweet. He texted me at 8:30am saying he was horny and had the day off... did I want to play? I replied that I was still in bed. Masturbating with my favorite dildo while fantasizing about his yummy cock. After a shocked interval, he invited me to bring my dildo and any other toys I wish.

I went over to his place with my bag of naughty hardware. He opened the door damp from the shower. He's kinda shy and not terribly talkative, but VERY passionate. The first time you go to someone's house for a play date there's the obligatory.... "Let me take you on a tour..." to break the ice. The tour is brief and ends up in the bedroom. It's nicer than opening the door with a blunt "Let's go fuck now."

We were on round two when he opened the sex bag and looked at my toys. He seemed fascinated with my anal plug. It's very small and soft. In fact, the packaged in which it came named it "The Newbie". And of course the aforementioned dildo. He popped the plug in my ass, then slid the dildo in my pussy and began licking my clit. Slowly. I thought I would die. The triple stimulation of my ass, pussy and clit drove me insane and brought me to an amazingly intense orgasm.

Noticing his fascination with the anal plug, I asked if he wanted to try it. I explained how it intensified orgasm for both men and women. How - in men - it stimulated the prostate gland just behind the cock. My sweet, shy boy hesitated for a minute, then said yes with a smile. After washing it thoroughly with warm soapy water, I slid it into his tight hole. He gasped a little. I asked him how it felt, and he admitted it felt a little strange. "Strange good? Or strange bad?" He had his eyes shut and his brow screwed up. "I'm not sure...."

He flipped me on my back and started fucking me, really slowly at first as he got used to having his ass and his cock stimulated simultaneously. He looked a little confused. Then his face bloomed, he threw his head back and he started to moan. There was a note of surprised ecstasy in his voice. Then he was fucking me hard and fast, shouting "Oh God!" and then he came like a freight train.

He was gasping "Holy Crap!" and I was laughing. Not at him, with him. Then we were both laughing. I didn't cum, yet watching him have one of the most powerful orgasms of his life made it some of the best sex I've ever had. Unselfish - that's me!.

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!

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!

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.....

Enough cock to go around

I was recently invited to a swing party by a couple I did not know. The invitation stated that they were inviting 35 couples, 10 single females and (all caps was their idea!) NO SINGLE MEN. Why the last part needed to be capitalized I'm not sure.

I see that restriction a lot in club and party listings. And I sort of understand their logic. I've been to open meet n' greets where there's an excess of creepy guys hovering around the edges looking for prey. These guys aren't swingers, they're predators. They've heard about the lifestyle and think it's a place where anyone can get laid, no matter how unappealing he may be.

But on the other hand, I like single gentlemen and a party with more of them not less of them is the one for me. In the party mentioned above there will be 35 cocks and 45 pussies. I think that ratio is off because one pussy can accommodate several cocks without pausing to "reload". While men need to wait after each orgasm to re-establish erection. And then there's me - who loves nothing more than one cock in my mouth and another banging my pussy.

By my math, you need twice as many cocks as pussies. =wicked grin=

But, alas, finding quality cock isn't as easy as it sounds. In order to fit into a swing party, the organ needs to be attached to a gentleman. Google it if you're not sure. The perfect single male party guest is attractive, fit, endowed, experienced, polite, clean and respectful. By the way, that pretty well describes the perfect female guest, too.

Your balls may have tasted like spring rain this morning, but.....

Prep time is important before going to an on-prem club, house party or play date. Especially in group situations, you can expect lips, tongues and fingers everywhere on your body, so being fresh, clean and tasty is paramount.

One of my most erotic experiences at a swing party involved a young man slowly licking, biting and sucking every inch of my body. Between my toes, the backs of my knees, shoulder blades, each individual vertebrae, fingertips..... each spot was slowly worshiped. Wow. So, just in case it happens again, I shave, exfoliate and moisturize EVERYWHERE before a party.

But when I'm licking a man (or woman) I can get distracted by the chemical taste of moisturizer, deodorant or perfume clinging to their skin, so I'm trying something new I read about in one of those annoying "women's" magazines; a sugar scrub.

You find all the ingredients in your kitchen: granulated sugar, plain oatmeal, honey and vegetable oil. Mix it all into a paste and scrub your body with it. Rinse. Your skin isn't just silky smooth, but it tastes good, too! You can buy commercial body scrubs, but they aren't as cheap or tasty is this.

Another tip - freshen up during a long sweaty party. If I've been mingling, dancing and sweating at a crowded club for an hour, all my earlier hard work at freshness may be moot. So I take a break in the ladies room and wash the critical areas.

Guys, take note. If I'm going down on you after a work-out on the dance floor and your last shower was 9 hours ago, a trip to the men's room with a damp paper towel is not a bad idea. Your balls may have tasted like spring rain this morning, but at midnight their bouquet is probably closer to old cheese. Help a girl out, ok?

Sex in a down economy

Is the down economy effecting our libidos? Certainly we are more afraid, nervous, concerned, worried than at any time since 911. But are we more horny? Or less? Are we having more sex or less? Are we embarking on sexual adventures as an escape from seemingly endless bad news? Or is the concern over paying the bills a big fat buzz kill?

For me personally, I've been having LOTS more sex since the economy went south. But that's mostly because I've been laid off and suddenly have LOTS of free time on my hands. When I'm not job hunting I'm on the lifestyle and swing sites posting and chatting and flirting. I can have a furious fuckfest every night if I want. And that has certainly been my goal.

Yes, I am concerned about finding a new job. Scared to death that I'll end up a homeless bag lady. But I also have an amazing sense of freedom. Or maybe it's free fall? And it is intoxicating. My libido (nothing to sneeze at in the first place) has gone through the roof.

Last week I had a nice young man (35) over for a playdate. He was rather shy and a little geeky and totally adorable. High school teacher - the one all the girls had a crush on. He was so quiet I thought we weren't clicking until we got back to my place. As soon as the door closed he pushed me against the wall, grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head.

I don't know what it is, but having my hands held down just makes me insane with lust. I spread my feet apart so he could grind his erection into my pussy. We had a hot, wet standing fuck right there in the hallway before heading into the bedroom for round two.

But soon afterwards he was up, putting on his clothes. "I'm really sorry, but I've got to get up at 6am," he said. I, on the other hand, was ready to stay up til dawn screwing his brains out. Being unemployed and having no place to be at the crack of dawn, I was free to do so.

But not my sweet teacher. After he was fully dressed he DID hop back on the bed for some apologetic farewell necking. He didn't say the obvious: "Some of us have jobs."After he left (at about midnight) I was twice as horny as before. =Sigh= I've either got to find a job, or more playmates.

Tonight I have a playdate with a lovely guy I haven't seen in a while. Can't wait! The last time we got together was at an on-prem lifestyle club known for its playful crowd.

It's a huge space with a bar and dancefloor downstairs and play areas upstairs, both open and private. We eventually ended up in my favorite spot, the Red Room. It's got a door for privacy, but it's also got a big picture window out to the pulbic play area so people can watch you.

While we were fucking, we could look up at any time and see the crowd outside watching us. Some of them had their backs to us, watching the large group of naked bodies in the open play area. One woman had her naked breasts pushed up against the glass, her hands splayed, being fucked hard from behind by her partner. They were both watching us, getting off.

The walls didn't go all the way up to the ceiling, so you could hear everything, and that was a turn on too. Tonight will just be the two of us. No spectators, but I think we'll find a way to make it interesting. :)

Welcome to the Lifestyle!

Several months ago I learned about the Lifestyle, a nation-wide sex-positive subculture of singles and couples. Normal people you'd see at the supermarket. Teachers, doctors, plumbers, writers, waiters, etc.

They're very private and fly pretty far under the radar. That's probably why you've never heard of them. Anything you've seen on TV or read about in a magazine is probably wrong.

There are no secret handshakes, but there are plenty of rules both explicit and implied. The first rule is "no" means no. The second is safe sex always. The third is no drugs, ever.

There are more.... some of which I learned to my chagrin. Like wearing panties to a lifestyle party is a sure way to mark you as a newbie. This journal is where I'll record my journey into the lifestyle. Enjoy the ride.