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life & times of the swinger next door

Between forty-six and fifty-nine percent of workers feel that stress is affecting their interpersonal and sexual relationships and after a very long, and tough week at work, I’ve definitely been suffering. I’m tired, have the most un-sexy bags under my eyes & I feel like death warmed up. The office has been running my life & I cannot think straight; it’s all charts, graphs and figures.

Not exactly the start to the weekend I was hoping for.

Sometimes we all need a break. Rest, relaxation & a little bit of down time to get back the sparkle that makes swinging so very special.This weekend is going to be just that, and one thing that I will be concentrating on, is getting back my glow.

As I have mentioned before, and will inevitably mention again, I have a love hate relationship with my body. Sometimes I love my curves; I feel sexy & wanton when I see my breasts spilling out over the half cups of my bra. Others, I feel hefty and repulsive… riddled with shame.

This weekend is all about reminding myself that really, I am fabulous.

After a day of home baking (low fat cookies, carrot & walnut cake and risotto for anyone interested in my cooking escapades) I’ll be soaking in my hot bubble bath & sipping a glass of perfectly chilled wine, reading my book. Covering myself in homemade body scrub (recipe courtesy of a good friend of mine who works for the company Lush) and slathering on the body butter until my whole body is glistening & super soft to the touch.

I have a wonderful self-massage for the face, again friend-taught, which will hopefully pep-up my skin & leave me relaxed, unwound and ready to treat my face to gorgeous vitamin E cleanser/toner & moisturizer which never fails to leave my cheeks kiss- & stroke-able.

For the first time, I will be adding in a little meditation and self-revitalizing tricks to my relaxing routine after taking some advice from a diet guide book. My first task will be to take a long hard look at my freshly pampered body & talk to myself as if I was talking to a best friend. Being honest about the places that I could do with trimming down a little or where I feel most insecure but also really positive; after all, how many people would really say ‘Yes, your ass looks big in that’ and end it with a full stop & no positivity?!

No friend of mine, that’s for sure.

And in bed, I will be running through an old drama routine from my school days. Tensing all the muscles of my toes… then my legs… then up my body until all of the muscles are tense & straining. After holding it for a few seconds, and breathing slowly, releasing the tension in my neck and back… stomach… pelvis and working down to my toes until my whole body is as floppy as a ragdoll &  I can sleep fully relaxed & happy.

I’m hoping that this will give me my glow back & return me to the vivacious, outgoing & happy-go-lucky girl that I know that I am rather than being tense, stressed and grumpy.

I mean, who wants to fuck someone frazzled?! Not me for sure…

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Over on the Life On The Swingset forums I found a thread about photo’s which got me thinking about our photos, our play friends and my ability to be simultaneously vain & self-conscious.

You see, I love sexy photos. Give me a sexy Taschen  book & I will be happy for many hours looking at the pics & planning my own versions. Of course, some styles suit me better than others & personally the prettiest pictures of my face are the ones in which my lips are wrapped around a delicious cock, or so The Boy tells me!

The problem is that I do find myself fussing & fenicketting through the pics, desperate to make sure that I dont look to fat / flobbly / freckled / pale / etc. After several years of practice, I think that I have managed to train myself into several poses that I think are flattering to what I think of my voluptuous form, hell I would even consider myself as looking downright sexy in some of them but still the click of the camera gives me a little shiver of fear.

When playing with others, The Boy and I are generally the designated photographers, probably because we are almost always the hosts of meets and/or parties and consider taking the snaps as Piccie Perks!

We always discuss pics with our playfriends; it really is only polite to discuss it before hand and we are careful to make sure that we pick up very quickly on a negative vibe from either him or her. I mean, I can completely understand why someone would prefer not to have pictures taken as The Boy and I certainly prize our online privacy as much as any other couple.

The main rule that we have, and always stick to is that after we have been playing, we share the pictures with the other models generally directly from the camera onto the TV. Not only does this make for a sexy end to an evening – we often drink coffee and giggle together at any dodgy sex-face pictures but it also means that if anyone desperately hates a picture, they can be deleted directly from the memory card right there, right then.

Of the pics that we have for keeps, I usually have a little play with them on Picasa; sorting out any slight blemishes & putting over a black and white filter so that I can convince myself that the pure filth I am looking at is somehow arty!

Once the pics have passed The Test, I can then upload them provided, of course, that I have checked with the other people in the pictures that they are happy for me to do so. I am fiercely protective of other’s identities and very respectful if they prefer me not to use pictures. I myself would only consent to be in pictures if I really trusted the other people & they took the same views as we do on privacy so I guess it’s a case of do-as-you-would-be-done-by.

Sharing pictures taken from a particularly erotic night can be the sparkle that gets me through the day…. I will wait until I know that The Boy is in a boring meeting, then send him a message complete with purring text to let him know I wish we were re-living that night rather than being stuck in the office.

So here, for your delight is a little sneaky soft focus piccie from some recent play we have been lucky enough to have the consent of our play-pals… I hope you enjoy!

*Thanks to Jezzy of Lusts of a Jezebel for the inspiration for this post*

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After a short discussion with a very dear vanilla friend of ours, I got to thinking about pornography. His very simple view was that ‘I know watching porn with a partner is supposed to be sexy  I just see it being sleazy, dirty and a little bit scary!’  and he refused to elaborate, other than that although he would watch porn on his own, he wouldnt consider watching it with a girlfriend.

When The Boy & I chatted about it when we curled up in bed later that night  we tried to put our fingers on just what it is that we like so much about watching porn. After all, in many ways FlyGuy is quite right – it can be very sleazy, sadly anything that involves sex will inevitably have a darker, seedier side… some porn is a little dirty & I’ve definitely seen more than one video clip that is downright scary.

For us though, it’s an important and very visual part of our sexual personality.

The American Writer Rita Mae Brown has been quoted as saying “Pornography exists for the lonesome, the ugly, the fearful – It’s made for the losers” which I think sums up FlyGuy’s sentiments almost exactly. His need to keep his porn watching habits a secret from his partner is clear & seems to be linked back to the belief that watching porn is somehow shameful & sleazy.

You dont need to look far into the porn industry to see the sleazy side; the dodgy looking older guys taking advantage of young girls, calling them sluts and whores. For some reason it’s the cheesy music and bad mustaches that really put me off, even if I do get past the misogynistic nature of this part of the industry for long enough to actually watch the movies in the first place.

When I first started watching porn I was amazed how often the movies themselves were cheesy, had bad music and featured bubblegum blondes with fake boobs snogging one another whilst giving the camera man come hither eyes. Porn that was written & directed by men and designed to titillate men with particular tastes.

How dull, predictable & rather offputting.

After spending more hours than I would care to admit looking through porn sites, watching videos & talking about them with some select friends, I realised that there is some interesting and sensual porn out there. Some that really get me squirming & desperate to lick pussy or bend over and be done from behind myself. The more I watched, the more I noticed that there is a whole array of porn films out there; some are written by women & for women, some are amateur & others cater to all kinds of fetish. I realised that there were actually some pornos out there that I enjoyed watching.

Of all the movie clips and pictures which I love the most, one porn star’s work is a cut above the rest. The Art Of The Blowjob which is starred in and managed by the beautiful Camille Crimson. Her sensual and beautiful approach to porn makes me smile and tingle with anticipation in equal measure. She inspires me in so many ways; her fabulous body features in my minds eye when I work out at the gym, when I’m soaping myself up in the shower & when The Boy and I are starting to get down and dirty.  Her techniques are great for inspiring new ideas & ways to make the blowjob more intimate whether it be between a couple or with several playmates.

For me, this well shot & beautiful erotica is the epitome of porn movies. Sexy  without the seedy, Camille manages to pull together the raunchiness of the sexual act and make it sultry arousing & something that I love sharing with The Boy & others alike.

The pornography that I watch exists for the sexually open, the beautiful & the intimate and a loser I most certainly am not…

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After a very stressful week at work, full of report deadlines & managing difficult colleagues I was faced with a dilemma; snag a takeaway, curl up in pajama’s and relax with a movie or get dolled up and have a sexy night in.

No prizes for guessing which one I decided upon.

Back in the early days of our relationship we were long distance. Over a hundred miles long distance & with neither of us owning a car, we were hardly in a position to spontaneously visit one another. Every weekend was eagerly awaited and we both became masters of the art of the tease, sending flirty photos, raunchy texts and calling up one another just to whisper what filthy things we would be doing the next time we saw one another.

Being the tart that I am, I soon discovered that I am an exhibitionist at heart and enjoy posting sexy little snaps of myself and then posting them on an exhibitionist website where guys and girls can comment on my photos for their delight. Not only is it a sneaky little ego boost for me, but it also gets The Boy more than a little hot and bothered knowing that I am planning to play the slut for him.

It’s been a while since we have played this particular game, so I decided to dash home after work, slip into my favourite Falke hold ups, baby doll & crotchless panties. I then completed my look with glam makeup, jewelry and skyscraper heels taking  photos with my trust phone as I went.

Once the stage was set & I had sufficient photos to get started, I posted them on the site, telling the other viewers that I was home alone and awaiting my boyfriend’s return after work and how much I hoped that I would please him. I also text him the thread address & told him to watch and wait whilst the comments came in. The return text which simply said ‘Holy Shit, baby’ told me that I was in for a great night, just the two of us!

Posting the pictures & knowing that The Boy would be seeing me in all my wanton glory made my clit tingle & my whole body glow with expectation. The kind posters on the thread told me how sexy I looked & the photos started to take on a life of their own; teasing, sexy photos which were erotic rather than graphic to the point of being almost anatomical; after all I’m not a fan of seeing the deep insides of someone’s pussy, or an up close of a cock so why would I post those for others?

By the time he got home, I was wet with anticipation & he couldn’t divest himself quickly enough of his troublesome clothes, particularly his trousers which resembled not so much freshly pressed suit trousers than a tent with a rather large tent pole. I know that he was desperate to slide inside my hot tight wetness, but I knew that the game still had  a little more to offer.

So instead of dropping to my knees, drawing his cock into my mouth and sucking him whilst he teased my nipples into tight sensitive peaks, I sashayed in to the lounge and insisted that he treat me like a lady, pour me a drink & watch me.

Naturally, he was willing to admire.

As I posed for him, bending my legs the way I know he loves, pointing my shiny stocking clad legs & stroking my breasts lightly, I asked him how he liked knowing that there were guys out there who were desperate for me to fuck them. To have me pose for them and then bend over so that they could tease me to orgasm, screwing me stupid whilst I cried out with desire.

This proved to be too much.

Slamming his drink down on the table, he practically growled as he grabbed my hand and pressed me up against the wall, frantically kissing me and pushing the bulge of his cock against my thigh and up towards my pussy. As our kisses got hotter and wetter I found myself grinding against him, determined to get him naked and pumping into me as quickly as possible.

It didnt take long for me to have The Boy naked and on his back with me riding up and down his cock, sweating with my exertions and bucking my way to orgasm. His groan of pleasure as he eventually came over my glamorous face told me that he was as grateful for the release as I was.

It was nights like last night that reminded me how just a little bit of planning, plenty of photos and a filthy mind can go a long way to  making the week end with a bang.

And what a bang it was!

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Recently The Boy and I ended up telling one of our friends about our interested extra-curricular activities and were amazed how quickly were were bombarded with questions about our lifestyle & all about swinging. All these questions and the look of surprise got me thinking about FAQs for friends… after all, realising that your friends are into something like swinging and/or poly can be a little strange & questions can start buzzing about your head.

So here is a little short set of FAQs, specifically for friends…

Why didn’t they tell me before?

Chances are that the person / couple in question were a little concerned about your reaction; after all sex, sexuality and relationships are often very private affairs. Talking to even your closest friends about the sexy weekends away or nights out at a club can open up a whole can of emotional worms that they didn’t want to discuss until they felt confident enough to share and explain their experiences without embarrassing either you or feeling uncomfortable themselves.

Try not to feel that they dont trust you; after all they are telling you now & that probably speaks more volumes than you know.

Will they mind if I talk about it all with someone else?

This will really depend on your friends; personally I prefer to keep my swinging life in the hands of a few friends that I can trust not to judge nor feel weird-ed out (too much!) by our escapades. When telling a friend for the first time, I’ve always explained who else of their acquaintance (if anyone) knows and asked them to respect our privacy. I’d always be open with friends if they would like to chat about things with me & if they wanted to chat to a friend I would definitely consider it.

I dont feel comfortable asking about their nights out and am not sure how to tell them…

Speaking purely from my own experience, I highly doubt that they will want to talk down and dirty details with a friend; especially if they pick up the vibe that you are feeling a little uncomfortable. If they’re the kind of gregarious people that cant help but share, a quiet word with one half will go a long way.

I’m curious and want to ask more without sounding like I fancy them, how can I get them talking?

These are your friends right? Just being honest & asking a few open and honest questions like ‘ so how did you get started?’ and letting them lead the conversation is a great way to get started. Being completely honest and even saying that you dont want anything to be misread will go a long way too; friends should understand, and may even appreciate your interest – I find it fascinating to discuss my lifestyle so interested friends tend to get more info than they bargained for!

What if they come on to me?

Being good friends, should stop this from being a potential issue but there are instances where mixed signals can be given and received by friends; most friends of mine aren’t my play type and a lot of them are too like extended family to be sexy to me! There are, however, the odd time or two where wires can be crossed…. especially after a night out & parties where the booze and flirtation has started flowing. Ultimately, it is down to being honest with your friends and as up front as possible. I know that in dealings with some of my friends, I have had to point out that I am a shameless flirt, but that I respect our relationships & that they are exactly what they are: friendships.

The guy half says he’s ‘bi-curious’ does that make him gay?

Swinging is a way of exploring sexuality & generally one realizes that sexuality is very much a sliding scale which polarizes with homosexuality & heterosexuality but for the most part ebbs and flows somewhere between the two. I am not really a fan of calling myself ‘bi’ or ‘straight’ or ‘gay’ because at any one time I could be any combination of the three. A guy or a girl calling themselves ‘bi-curious’ generally means that they are interested in having a sexual encounter involving someone of the same sex – it could be just being close to a naked person of the same sex or it could be a fantasy of playing with them more directly.

Either way, saying that they are bi-curious probably means they are open to exploring their sexuality and may gain an element of this thought swinging.

Will they still want to spend time with us doing ‘normal stuff’?

We are very lucky in that we have a group of very wonderful friends that we both enjoy spending time with; watching movies, playing video games and generally putting the world to rights whilst losing terribly at a pub quiz. Being a swinger or experimenting with some sexy stuff doesnt mean that you suddenly dont have time for your ‘normal’ friends who are often called Vanilla friends. In fact, we find that we enjoy the company of our vanilla friends even more because we are energised and more outgoing when we are having fun swinging; it gives me more confidence and has made me a more honest and open person & I think that can only make my friendships better.

Can I go with them to clubs and see more of the scene?

I would be very hesitant to take any friends who were new to swinging on a date or to a club, mainly because there could be potential for misinterpretation of what exactly they want to experience & that it could make them feel uncomfortable if either party met another couple to play with. There’s also the fact that swinging is about engaging with your inhibitions & extroversions then seeing what experiences you have – going with your oldest school friend might not be the greatest way to relax, unwind and release your inner sex god / goddess. That said, this is a very personal thing and there will no doubt be many groups of friends for whom going to a swingers club would be perfectly natural and a great place to start.

Overall, I would say that the most important elements to a friendship which may well come to the surface should your friends tell you that they have sexy playdates with other people, are respect, honesty and trust. And for me, these are three of the corner stones to what makes a great friendship in the first place!

Respect is particularly important. Being able to understand the dynamics of a friends relationship is always tricky and it can be even more difficult if the lifestyle they lead is very different from your own. Respecting the decision that they have taken and the way that they wish to lead their life is crucial if you want to continue your friendship and even find it becoming a closer one for the deeper understanding.

The ability to be honest is also very important for both all involved parties. Being able to say if something makes you feel uncomfortable whether that be as a friend of a swinger / swinger couple and finding that the details are just that little bit too down and dirty, or as a swinger who feels like they are under going the Spanish inquisition. Likewise, being curious and open enough to ask questions and find out how the other half lives is a great way to get to know your friends and perhaps a whole new part of yourself.

Finally, having trust in your friends; that if they share their swinging lifestyle with you then they have trusted you with something that is an important part of their lives. Also being able to trust their opinions and advice on both matters of the heart and the mind is really important to me – I need to know that I can trust my friends to be honest & tell me if my bum really does look big in this & that they care for me no matter what my sexual kinks.

Hopefully this resonates with some of you out there – perhaps you are the friend who has had that interesting conversation with a swinging couple that you know? Or maybe you are that kinky couple and you are thinking about sharing a secret with a friend or two.

And if you have any question or feedback please share; I’m always happy to hear other’s experiences and learn a thing or two!

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After yesterday’s bike-ride, a long soak in the bath & the tiredest of muscles, I wasnt expecting to get a ride of the more sensuous kind deep in the middle of the night.

The Boy and I are a very cuddly pair, especially during the week when we are working our little socks off, but last night’s snuggles soon took a saucy turn & within a few minutes of sleepy stroking I found myself begging to have his cock inside me & telling him how much I would like to have a cock in my mouth as I slid up and down his hardness.

I love being on top, being able to sway my tits into his face, teasing him by brushing his mouth with my nipples until he holds my back to suck and flick at them until I am desperate for more. I enjoy being in control of the pace and the angle of the action and the chance to be mouth to mouth with the Boy and tell him just how horny I am and point out just how tight and wet my pussy is.

Dirty talking is a really important part of our sex life; it gives us both a great chance to share fantasies with one another, introduce new ideas and suggest scenarios we would like to play out. Being woken up from my half sleepy state to hear whispers of how gorgeous I look & how much he wants me is a great way to get things started and almost always culminates in a hot and heady orgasm for us both before we curl back up, smiling & curl up to sleep.

 

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We all suffer from that old demon ‘Self consciousness’ and recently, despite the fun that we have been having and the fact that I am lucky enough to have a loving partner, I still have my down days.

Recently I’ve been struggling with body image issues; I’m no skinny-minnie and usually I am able to banish the blues by taking a deep breath and reminding myself that I am what I am and that I can be just as sexy as the next girl if only I relax, unwind and believe it.

Being confident is half the battle and I know that my weakness is my feelings about my weight. Being 5ft 9 means that I am able to hide a few extra pounds but lately it has felt like more a few more than the usual few…

To battle off the misery that so often follows me like the Dark Cloud of Despond, I dragged two friends out on our bikes for a two hour of over hill and down dale cycling in the evening sunshine.

Being out in the fresh air glowing (not sweating.. honest) with some hard peddling has given me the boost I needed to look at my figure hugging wardrobe section and plan out some new activities to get that little bit more confident when I slip into my favourite basque!

Tomorrow morning I plan to exercise some more muscles; the ones that you dont so much see as feel if you were to slide one teasing finger into my pussy. I just hope The Boy is ready for an early morning wake up call!

What about you, lovely readers? What do you do if you get a case of the circus mirrors that distorts all your best bits into your worst nightmare?

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One thing about swinging that you learn very quickly; you need to be flexible and adaptive. So when we got a call from one of the couples we had arranged to meet saying that for family reasons they would be running a few hours late and could we meet at a swingers club, we rolled our eyes, smiled and jumped in the car.

Chameleon’s is probably our favourite local swingers club. Only a hour or so away, it is somewhere we know well and feel relaxed and comfortable whenever we visit and Saturday night was no exception.

We arrived around 9pm, fairly early for a club that usually starts hotting up around midnight but we were pleasantly surprised how many people were gently swaying to the music in the bar area and the changing rooms were starting to resemble Piccadilly Circus as the couples did a giggling dance around one another; women peering over one anothers’ heads to do the last make up check & the men smiled at their respective other halves.

Oh, and we all checked each other our, mentally listing those we were hoping to see a little more of one another later in the night…

As we wandered down to the bar from the changing rooms we smiled at familiar faces and I winked at several female halves who I have had the pleasure of… well… pleasuring! Our regular barmaid, passed us the drinks we had ordered as we walked in & we slipped onto our bar stools and took in the view.

Our eyes adjusted to the low lighting, forms began to solidify and shadows took shape behind the translucent curtains.  I love mystery and temptation and Saturday certainly didn’t disappoint.

Chameleons always inspires me to release my inner siren; I think it’s because the women are always beautifully framed by the rooms & the atmosphere and the club hides a few sins with the low lighting – I always feel just that little bit sexier in the almost candle-like lighting.

Draping myself over The Boy, I began whispering in his ear just how hot the scene in front of me was & how much I couldnt wait for Mr & Mrs Wet’n'Wild to arrive so that we could start playing ourselves. Teasing him with thoughts of stocking clad legs, soft breasts and teeth grazing the skin of his neck is a sure fire way of making his cock just that little bit harder and the eventual orgasm even more intense.

It only took ten minutes of distraction for the action in the room to have hotted up with various hands roaming over skin. Hard ons & sensitive nipples started to appear in darkened corners and little smacking kisses punctuated the sultry music.

Damn it! Where was our date?!

Finally, a good hour after we had originally agreed Mr & Mrs Wet’n'Wild arrived, blushing and smiling at their lateness and grinning knowingly when we offered to save them a space in the cinema. I confess that we did ‘encourage them’ to hurry up by giving them  20 minutes before we started the party without them!

The Sex Cinema at Chams is a sexily seedy room, showing amateur porn on a variety of themes and which include more than a few of our favourite things and despite the slightly off putting wipe-able seating I do find myself getting more than a little hot and bothered in there.

It didnt take long for Mr&Mrs Wet’n'Wild to join us; my first clue was a giggle behind me and some soft small hands snaking up my seamed stockings and start stroking my pussy through the gusset of my panties.

Playing with Mr&Mrs W’n'W is always great fun. Her love of blow jobs has Steve weak at the knees and His cheeky chappy exterior never fails to have me falling about laughing and wriggling as I start to make my way towards orgasm.

After getting things started in the Cinema we made our way to the Couples Room; the girls tottering in their heels, too giddy to hurry and the boys walking behind, hard cocks sticking out in front of them.

The Couples Room is an interesting one; the atmosphere and dynamics are ever changing; some nights all the couples play together & others are very much a separate affair.

Saturday’s vibe was very much ‘free for all’. There were questioning looks everywhere and subtle nods as those who wanted to consented to join in with the play.

One of the great things about MrsW&W is that she is very bisexual and certainly knows how to tease my into a frenzy. She’s also very sexually assertive & that makes it much easier for both myself and The Boy to return the favour. She’s also not so much as a ‘squirter’ as a waterfall (but more on that another time!)

Mr W’n'W is a pussy-worshiper extrodinaire; he’s more than happy to get comfy and kiss & lick a girl into jelly-legged bliss… his cheeky ideas of adding in a few fun moves also keeps my senses heightened as I am never quite sure where the next nipple tweak or clitoris flick will come from!

After close to an hour and a half of cheeky sexy play, and goodness only knows how many orgasms we finally had to admit defeat and that we needed to take a break so we returned downstairs to the bar area and ordered some refreshing drinks.

We sipped iced water and diet coke as we chatted over the evenings fun and games, discussed other couples we’d played with recently & what up and coming plans we had in both our normal, and our saucy lives. It was just like having a coffee with some old friends; it was just that we were all semi naked, disheveled and flushed with our exertions.

Eventually, so late into the night that it was nearly early morning, we made our way to the showers and sleepily soaped each other up and toweled one another dry, yawning and smiling as we did so. Our final transformation took place in the changing rooms as we shuffled slightly awkwardly into our boring, normal jeans and tops (what is it about swingers clubs that makes you feel so awkward for wearing clothes rather than negligee?!) and wave to friends as we walked through the bar and out to the car park.

Our drive back home was characteristically quiet and uneventful, which was lucky because it gave us both time to recover enough to have our own little encore in the privacy of our own bedroom, complete with plump pillows & close kisses.

We fell asleep curled up & cuddled, secure in one another’s arms and awoke with minds filled with filthy thoughts of just what we will get up to next time…

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The BBC recently featured this article about the controversial dating website BeautifulPeople.com which draws attention to way that dating sites, and some swingers clubs can become elitist and potentially shallow; attracting only the ‘best of the best’ and the most ‘beautiful people’.

Personally,  I find these sites a bore and more than a little depressing…

Finding people to play with can be a tricky affair, particularly when you are prowling as a couple… There have been several times when one or other of us has had our buttons pushed by one half of the couple but the other isnt quite such a perfect fit, and I am sure there have been times where others perusing our profile have preferred one of us more than the other.

That’s part and parcel of picking a playmate…

Yes, there are the profiles that you look at and think ‘umn.. no, definitely not’ but I dont look at them and think that they shouldn’t be on the site; that they some how offend my senses or are a waste of time.

There are also profiles that I wouldnt look twice at but for the cheeky and suggestive message that had winged its way into our inbox; I generally pay more attention to well spelled messages with some intrigued than posed and highly edited photographs.

Seeing the comments of Greg Hodge, the site’s managing director made half of my blood boil, and half of me want to send a huge hug to the “tens of thousands of new members were accepted, many of whom were no oil painting”.

Particularly offensive to me was the statement that these were ‘unfortunate people who were wrongly admitted to the site and who believed, albeit for a short while, that they were beautiful’.

As someone who has suffered on and off with body image issues (haven’t we all?!) and very aware that I could do with losing  a pound or two, that my face is hardly perfect and my boobs are smaller than I would like, this could have been the harshest slap in the face leading me down the depressing self-hatred vortex that would have culminated in my over-eating, insular misery that only the self-conscious can start to understand.

Beauty,  cheesy as it sounds, really is in the eye of the beholder. Yes, the first impression (read looks) is important to me – after all I plan on divesting myself of my lingerie to give and receive pleasure – but that is not the be all and end all.

For me, choosing a play friend (or five) is more about the little sparkle that tells me that I can relax with them; my relaxed body is much more ready to start the journey to climax than one that is gnarled up with tension! Having a great rapport, the ability to make me laugh (and put up with my inability to have sex without giggling at at least one slightly inappropriate moment) gets me more excited than an overmade up eye or designer vagazzle. FACT.

On that note, I will leave you with these great two Dove pictures which always make me smile & remind me how great confident people are while I go and hunt down some sexy playmates ;)

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Kissing in the swinging scene is a little bit like marmite; either you love it or you hate it.

Kissing

Many people see kissing as the most intimate aspect of love making. The touch of your lovers lips on yours, tongue gently caressing your mouth… I’m getting the shivers just thinking about it.

A good kiss can make or break an encounter for me. Whilst there is nothing worse than the violent thrust of a tongue down my throat, the softest of teasing kisses can get my wet with desire. A really great kiss has me imagining their lips sucking gently at my clitoris, the tip of their tongue running along my pussy and starts me on the pleasurable journey to orgasm.

The Boy and I started out with a no kissing rule. For me it just felt too intimate – swinging for us was all about just getting our sexual kicks & not about having intimacy with the other couple / singles we played with.

In fact the idea of kissing someone else felt completely weird & it certainly wasnt something that I wanted to see The Boy doing with someone else. It felt to personal, having someone else’s mouth locked with his… it felt too much like cheating & it took me a long time to relax and pucker up.

And I am so glad I did.

Kissing adds a whole new dynamic to playing with people. I particularly love kissing other girls. Perhaps it is because I already have my perfect boy kisser in The Boy, or maybe it’s the thrill of someone new but their super soft lips on mine feel delicious. Girls wear lip balm or lipstick which smells and tastes gorgeous when your lips are locked.

One of the fun parts of swinging is working out what you like, what you and your partner get off on & where your boundaries are. Not being able to enjoy watching your partner kissing another guy or girl doesnt mean that swinging isnt for you, just that perhaps this pushes a button that seeing them pleasuring another person doesn’t.

For me, a kiss & a nibble whilst holding The Boy’s eye and smiling is one of the simplest & cheekiest starts to foreplay & gets me hot and bothered for the fun that is to come…

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