Number 997
I once went to a swinger's club....
Sometimes you just want to test drive the inner freak that lives inside. You challenge the tightrope, you see if you fall or can walk a straight line. You wonder, what if, could I, should I, would I.... Am I really that daring? Seriously, I am not a shy girl... I'd probably show you my tits if you ask (ok, begged and offered huge sums of money)... But I do have to wonder if I am more talk than actual game. (a little question that my babe Merlin always seems to ask..) I like to watch a little hardcore action but I really don't think I would participate. I love me some pretty porn, but don't want anyone to cum on my face..(it takes forever to get that shit out of your hair). I love women, I think they are beautiful but I could never munch down on some pussy... I love bondage gear but could never stomach a ball gag. I think I have fucked more than my share, probably sucked a few more cocks (and with enthusiasm, I might add) than most. But I could never get into the whole swinger's club scene. I mean, I went once, just once and that was all I needed to know, I am just sooo not a freak, well not a full on freakazoid. I walked in bravely, a little liquid encouragement under my belt. I wore a tiny flowered dress, looking cute but not too cute, available but not too available.. I took the tour, a tall blonde, with huge natural breasts, she lead me through, grasping my hand lightly, flirting with her eyes, her hands placed lightly on my sides as she lead me into room after room. She says, "it is ok to be nervous, sweetie, everyone is their first time..." I wasn't nervous, I was uncomfortable, like wicked uncomfortable, like this is a such a very, very bad idea.. As she showed me the viewing rooms, the hot tub, the dark dingy dungeon. I thought back to every gang bang and anal action scene I had ever watched (yeah there was a few....) and I flashed to horrible thoughts of me lying in bed with ice packs shoved up my ass.. I sat at a table for a few minutes, surveying the scene. It was early and there were a few people dry humping on the dance floor, and some fat, balding 40 year old men beginning to circle and swoon. I was probably the youngest one there, a mere babe at just 24. I am sure I had fresh meat branded on my forehead, and before I let anyone stamp me, I needed to get out.... I ran to my car, and kinda did the old, yuck shake.... I had, had friends who had gone and said it was hot.... They said it was kink and love action all over the place. They said it felt like walking onto a live porn shoot. I think my friends had some serious issues, cuz that was just nasty..... I think I will stick to bedroom theatrics and leave the live shows to the professionals...
Sometimes you just want to test drive the inner freak that lives inside. You challenge the tightrope, you see if you fall or can walk a straight line. You wonder, what if, could I, should I, would I.... Am I really that daring? Seriously, I am not a shy girl... I'd probably show you my tits if you ask (ok, begged and offered huge sums of money)... But I do have to wonder if I am more talk than actual game. (a little question that my babe Merlin always seems to ask..) I like to watch a little hardcore action but I really don't think I would participate. I love me some pretty porn, but don't want anyone to cum on my face..(it takes forever to get that shit out of your hair). I love women, I think they are beautiful but I could never munch down on some pussy... I love bondage gear but could never stomach a ball gag. I think I have fucked more than my share, probably sucked a few more cocks (and with enthusiasm, I might add) than most. But I could never get into the whole swinger's club scene. I mean, I went once, just once and that was all I needed to know, I am just sooo not a freak, well not a full on freakazoid. I walked in bravely, a little liquid encouragement under my belt. I wore a tiny flowered dress, looking cute but not too cute, available but not too available.. I took the tour, a tall blonde, with huge natural breasts, she lead me through, grasping my hand lightly, flirting with her eyes, her hands placed lightly on my sides as she lead me into room after room. She says, "it is ok to be nervous, sweetie, everyone is their first time..." I wasn't nervous, I was uncomfortable, like wicked uncomfortable, like this is a such a very, very bad idea.. As she showed me the viewing rooms, the hot tub, the dark dingy dungeon. I thought back to every gang bang and anal action scene I had ever watched (yeah there was a few....) and I flashed to horrible thoughts of me lying in bed with ice packs shoved up my ass.. I sat at a table for a few minutes, surveying the scene. It was early and there were a few people dry humping on the dance floor, and some fat, balding 40 year old men beginning to circle and swoon. I was probably the youngest one there, a mere babe at just 24. I am sure I had fresh meat branded on my forehead, and before I let anyone stamp me, I needed to get out.... I ran to my car, and kinda did the old, yuck shake.... I had, had friends who had gone and said it was hot.... They said it was kink and love action all over the place. They said it felt like walking onto a live porn shoot. I think my friends had some serious issues, cuz that was just nasty..... I think I will stick to bedroom theatrics and leave the live shows to the professionals...
8 comments:
You had to do it...didn'tcha? Heh.
Seriously...I always pictured these things like nudist colonies..a bunch of old, nasty fuckers you'd pay to put their clothes back on.
Maybe your friends just watch different porn than you do, so their expectation was different.
Maybe fat, balding 40 somethings and their trailer park wives are hot compared to the second rate smut they usually rent?
Just a thought...
Skincarver- your assumption was correct.... nastiness galore....
Mob- yeah, they must be watching that amatuer bullshit... I am Vivid and Wicked girl myself- I like em pretty....
Ah, Shrooms. My inner freak isn't as brave as you. Besides, I'm selfish and greedy. I don't share like that. Well ... I am all about focused attention on me, but ... uh, never mind. Ha.
You don't have to be a hardcore queen to be sex personally. I know it myself. I think it's the best to always save some idealism and to be at least a bit naive to rule the kink and not spoil everything to yourself. It's the least bit of suprise that makes sexual stuff interesting... you don't have to see everything.
(I was shocked when I entered a few darkrooms on open days myself)
Babe, we really are separated at birth...I went to a swingers club once, and damn...some freaky shit was going down, even freakier than I could ever be...! If I ever settle down, I don't think I could share my mate, nor would I want to be wife-swapped. Right now I have a male friend pushing me to go to Hedonism with him...don't think so!!! lol
Sherry- yeah I have a hard time focusing on more than one task at a time, it would have never worked... well unless they were all gorgeous and yes indeed all crowded around me for me pleasure... then still no....
Roentgen- true curiousity kills the mood sometimes, you are right, sometimes it is ok, to just not know... I learned that for real....
Angela- yeah, I am a mono on mono girl,no out of bounds for me.... but hey, if he does lure you to the other side, give me a call, I may make an exception...
Este tema swinger es muy interesante y me gustaría probar que tal es la cuestión.
Pronto lo haré y contaré mi experiencia personal
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