New
Years Eve
I celebrated with my semi-new boyfriend, who seemed
to be virtually everything my heart desired. We
shopped,
cooked, had close friends over to my place, danced to my favorite
music, watched the world
celebrate throughout the night, drank champagne, and, of course, made love over and over again until
morning. Now, it was New Years Eve . How was I going to get
through without too many grief-filled
memories of the Best
New Years Eve of my life?
One of
the fellows I briefly hung out with after the painful breakup was an
over-confident 23 year old
(much too young for me!). He had
told me about a party he went to in Malibu – oooooh, he raved,
considered the CLASSIEST of all the swing parties available
in town. He described a luxurious home,
beautiful people,
great atmosphere, and of course, adventurous orgies taking place
throughout the
mansion. On a whim, I called my old friend
Andre, an Italian I had known for over a decade. I knew he was
going through an ugly divorce and that we might have a fun
time trying out such a novelty. He was willing,
but I said I
still needed to check it out. After more emails and a very pleasant
phone ?interview? with the
couple hosting this party (they
held a party every Saturday night; the New Years Eve party was a
special), I called him back saying ?let?s do it!?
She
greeted us at the door, a tall, leggy woman in black lingerie &
garters. Andre went into a cozy
den/office to pay our entry
fee. In the kitchen was catered food, in the bathrooms were fresh
towels and
hard candy, in every room were bowls of condoms.
Outside by the pool and jacuzzi was a small bar with
soft
drinks and ice. Anyone desiring liquor had to bring it themselves,
and there was very little. Alcohol is
not the recreation of
choice for these folks.
Various forms
of dress were apparent. Mostly semi-casual party wear but there were
definitely a few
women wearing lingerie or more explicit
outfits. They looked like they were having fun – a chance to really
wear these sexy getups that we buy, usually only keeping them
on for 5 minutes in the bedroom.
Andre
and I were given a tour. The living room was an array of soft
couches, already filled with people
chatting. Other rooms and
hallways contained mattresses, everything clean and conscientiously
inviting.
One room had a large screen TV, which played porno
movies continuously, and the entire room was a
bed – ready
for many bodies at a time. I forget what they had ?named? that
room.
I felt nervous and stuck close
by Andre?s side. I was afraid to look anyone in the eyes. I didn?t
know if
there was a ?code? of behavior – every social
situation, after all, has unspoken etiquette – what the hell
was
it here?
We found ourselves sitting by the
pool chatting with some women. The women were fascinating to me!
Very open, ?normal,? free thinkers, comfortable, intelligent.
I was continually amazed when people
mentioned their
children. Everyone I spoke to led responsible, even traditional
lives.The conversations
were just as they would be anywhere,
although the woman who directed her attention toward Andre
made
it clear, with unspoken body language, that she was interested in
him. He immediately picked up on
it, and the two chatted.
Another woman introduced herself to me. As soon as I confessed it was
our ?first
time,? she did all she could to make me feel at
ease. For me, that means information. She explained that
these
were all couples, most married. That individuals had their own
agreements between one another -
some liked to watch the
other, some would do this but not that, etc. For example, she was
there for her
?fiance.? She thought he was the greatest lover
alive, especially for oral sex, and she enjoyed watching
him
make love to other women, while she herself did not make love to
other men, although she might
occasionally give oral sex. She
explained that absolutely nothing was done without consent, and that
it
was all about the woman. Women had their pick. Later on,
when I was hanging out in the office/den with
the hostess and
her friend (the real hard core ladies), the same sentiment was
explained to me. This was
a candy store for women. This was a
reversal of our society, where women who chase men will usually
find themselves rebuffed (yes, it?s true, I don?t care what
you say).This was an acceptance of and a
celebration of —
HORNY WOMEN!!! It was pretty much assumed that a man would be willing
with
anyone, and that here, a woman could scout around, and
have her pick. Hell, she could even watch his
?performance?
first!!
I dabbled that night. Andre
had sex with the aforementioned woman, in the ?orgy? room, and at one
point I watched them a bit. An interesting vantage point from
which to view my old dear friend. I could
tease him about it
later. I tried out the fiance and did not enjoy him, cutting it
short. I noticed lots of non-erect
penises that night. I
wondered about this: was it because they were numbed out by
over-exposure?
Were they trained to hang loose throughout the
night so as to prolong the fun? There was lots and lots of
oral
sex. Now, being in the 25th percentile of women who need intercourse
for orgasm, this was not my
ultimate fantasy. Hmmmmm. I did
enjoy the sounds of the evening – soft low moans and groans, and
later
some good screaming. I hooked up with another Italian
later on. He was an experienced swinger, 25
years of it, and
he loved my inquiring mind. That?s just what I needed – someone to
talk to about all this
new phenomena. He answered question
after question, insisting also that I not form any judgments or
opinions until I had been to at least 10 or so parties. They
are all different, he explained. He would be
happy to
initiate me.
Due to my work in
hospitals, where I am accustomed to seeing naked bodies, people in
pain, and raw,
uninhibited behavior, I was struck by how less
intense this was than seeing emergency room injuries.
Some
people looked a bit methodical. Yet I tried to let go of expectations
- this was not going to look like
the coupling of people
passionately in love. It was what it was, and I was there for the
ride.
David (the seasoned swinger) and
I made out and talked on a bed in the darkened end of a hallway,
and later had sex on a bed in one of the bedrooms, with other
playmates in the room. This was much later
on, when most
people had left, and the ?toward morning? group was hanging around,
VERY relaxed. He
touched the right buttons in me (pretty much
turned out to be the last time he ever would) and I found
myself
screaming ?I?m coming!? much louder than usual. Andre told me later
he heard me several rooms
away, teasing that I was good
competition to one of the hard core ladies who was carrying on heavy
duty
with a black guy she had been targeting all evening.
Instinctively I knew that my scream was a
tremendous turn-on
for David, not just for the usual reasons, but a real ego boost,
since others could hear
what he was ?doing? to me. I think he
finally impressed the hostess, whom it seemed he?d been trying to
get at for a long time. People in the room were preparing to
leave and there was friendly banter between
us all, as one
fellow searched for an article of clothing (there were piles of
clothing everywhere; David was
soon to teach me to
immediately find a ?spot? for my belongings whenever attending a
swing party). It
was like a dorm party – except the fantasy
of going to the limits of human flirtation was actualized. It was a
liberating feeling.
Jacuzzi,
towels, robes, more talk, friendliness between Andre and David. For
the people remaining, the
endorphins were flowing. There was
a feeling of acceptance, of pleasure, of openness. At one point, we
were all in the jacuzzi. Andre asked me something to the
effect of whether this was the best New Years
Eve I?d ever
had. I replied that no, last year was, because I was with Gary.
Andre?s reply cracked me up:
?there are a hundred Garys
here!?
II.
David
called me a few days later and invited me to another ?type? of swing
party. Another ?regular?
place that held parties weekly, but
with a very different environment and atmosphere, he explained. It
was clear that he preferred the ?classy? party, but thought I
should see this and decide for myself.
This
one evidently had had some trouble with law, probably because the
house that was used was on
a regular middle class residential
street, whereas the first was more private. So, a facility or
?office? had
been set up in one location, where we went first
so he could pay, and then we drove to the house. David
knew
the ?host,? a bearded rather seedy-looking fellow. The house itself
was a bit amazing (to a first-
timer). Even though it was not
?classy,? I found it much more interesting. A cozy living room, with
the
requisite porno playing all night and a small area for
dancing, surrounded by rooms, each with a different
?motif.?
There was the usual king-sized mattresses room, containing also a
massage chair and some
straps tied to the wall; a harem-type
room with gauzy curtains, containing a bizarre contraption – a chair
built
and arranged for a woman or man to sit and receive oral
sex; bunk beds; an attic of wall to wall mattresses
- you had
to climb a wall ladder and no one was allowed to enter with clothes
on; a large outdoor area with
a loft, 2 jacuzzis, and even a
camper-trailer made into a bedroom. There was even a camping tent set
up
in an open area but it was too cold for anyone to use at
this time of year. A large room in the very back
housed 2
pool tables and was lined with couches. I thought there was a good
deal of creativity and that
this place looked like a lot of
fun. So what if there were pretzels, chips and dip instead of heated
trays of
catered food.
There
were lots of interesting signs and ?rules? posted on walls. It was
very ironic. There were rules
about total respect for women,
no one touching anyone without consent, and the philosophy of sexual
freedom, while at the same time homosexuality was
forbidden.
I was full of questions
that night for my escort, and thank goodness he was happy to answer
them. I
enjoyed the open-minded way he evaluated things -
when I asked about someone?s behavior, he never
tried to give
me a definite answer, but instead, even after all his years of
swinging, would frequently say
what the possibilities were,
never claiming to know the reason without knowing the people. There
was a
certain acceptance here, even a feeling of safety!
Whatever you felt, desired, did not desire, was going to
be
respected. People were here to enjoy themselves and their sexuality,
and make their own rules.
I had
several confusing encounters that night. At one point I was in the
attic (try climbing a wall ladder
naked and not feeling
self-conscious about who might be below you). Various orgies
surrounded me
under the low arches of the roof. A black
fellow with an enormous penis was watching his Asian girlfriend
receive oral sex by several men in a row. He & I started
fooling around. Now in all my years of adventure,
I have
slept with men from many countries in the world. I was never
attracted to African Americans. So
here I was, finally, ready
to have sex with him. I made it as clear as I could (like, giving him
a condom? isn?t
that a hint?) and he did not accept the
offer. I was flabbergasted. Not offended, but truly confused, and a
bit frustrated. I raced to my escort and bombarded him with
questions. WHY would that happen? What
was the deal? All he
could say was, probably the couple does not actually fuck
others.
Wandering about, I settled
into a comfortable couch in the dimly-lit pool hall room. Two
tough-looking
couples had entered the house earlier, carrying
heavy silver metal suitcases. Not your typical travel bag,
but
heavy duty SERIOUS swinging materials (my escort himself always
brought a robe, sandals,
vibrators, various sex toys, etc.).
These two couples had set themselves up and were carrying out a
heavy duty S & M scene on each pool table. I sat
watching. Amazing. The couple closest to me
appeared to know
each other?s needs quite well. Actually I should say HER needs
because it seemed to
be all about her. He whipped her with a
belt (not severely) and although I tend to be a skeptic, I truly
believe she was climaxing over and over again when he lightly
whipped her crotch. I can?t recall the things
he was saying
to her, but the scene went on for quite a while. (Later they sat
calmly on a couch like an old
married couple, his arm around
her. I wondered what their daily lives were like). A couple sat down
next to
me. I heard them speaking Italian. I got very excited
and immediately introduced myself in Italian. The man
was
gorgeous. Tall, dark, handsome, and horny. He was clearly VERY
interested in getting something
started with me. And then -
another amazement. The minute he placed his hand on my leg, I heard
the
woman speak sharply to him. She barely had to speak, the
message was clear. HANDS OFF. He
removed his hand but it
obviously took an effort. I was stunned, yet again. What were they
doing here if
not to participate, especially with a cute gal
from the home country? Why was he ?obeying? her orders?
What
the HELL was going on??? Soon they were up and gone, with a longing
comment from him about
returning later. Of course I rushed to
David for an explanation. Once again, he refused to assume anything.
However, he thought he might know who this couple was, and if
they were whom he suspected, he
believed that it was their
first party, and that she was bringing him there.
I
appreciated David?s willingness to help me learn, but I was fast
losing my sexual attraction to him; there
were various things
that turned me off. I continued to wander about. A couple that
I had met at the New
Years Eve party were here. We had talked
on New Years about their three-year-old son, and about how
the
Lifestyle had virtually saved their marriage when it was floundering.
The husband was pretty attractive
to me, but he sent out no
vibes whatsoever, other than a genuine warmth and friendliness. They
appeared to be there to enjoy one another. I was to meet up
with them again.
Lying on the huge
bed, gently staving off David?s overtures, we observed a sudden crowd
in the
narrow hallway. Apparently the Italian woman and a
sexy black woman (various men could be overheard
throughout
the night talking about how hot she was) had exploded in a sudden
magnetism, and were
making out in the hallway as a crowd
surrounded them. The crowd grew bigger and moved with them. I
couldn?t see the action, but I did see the tall looming head
of the gorgeous Italian boyfriend. I made a small
gesture to
him to come over. After the two women did whatever they did, he
apparently convinced his
girlfriend to join David and me on
the bed. It was almost as if now that she had had some fun, he must
be
allowed to have his turn. She sharply rejected David, but
grudgingly allowed her boyfriend (it was clear
who was in
charge) to lie down, upon which I began feasting on his body with my
mouth. What a beautiful
and enormous cock he did have. I was
dying to be fucked by him. It became clear that that was not an
option. The scene was certainly new for me. As I sucked him,
she kissed him passionately, establishing
ownership. She told
him she loved him. She moved her face close to mine and began
encouraging me
to ?suck his beautiful cock.? It was a very
strange feeling. He soon exploded, while she kissed him hard,
almost to make sure that he would associate the orgasm with
her and not me! For sure, she was sharing it
with him. It was
very strange, and left me once again frustrated at not having been
able to have him. Still, I
had plenty of food for
thought.
I started reading about the
?Lifestyle.? The literature was fascinating. Theoretically, these
were not places
for horny or curious singles (like me). These
were mainly established couples, or at least so went the
philosophy, who enjoyed recreational sex and believed that
this was a better option than lying and
sneaking off to have
an affair. You get to have an affair for one night, and no one is
lying to anyone. Of
course there is a wide range of motive
and frequency. Some people are swingers for life. They have
names
for their activities like ?sex-positive? party or community. Others
(like me) are experimenting.
David said that every man in the
Lifestyle looks for a woman who will be his ?partner? in the
traditional
sense and yet is willing to ?play.?
III.
I accompanied David one
more time to this establishment. That night there were many
?looky-loos? as
David called them, and that made things a bit
unpleasant at times. He assured me that this was an
unusually
dull night. There were a good number of Hispanic couples but clearly
the women had been
dragged there, and sat in states of shock,
while their men skulked around looking for action they would
never
find.
We ran into the friendly couple
again. David, myself and the husband stood discussing the
chair-
contraption, wondering about the possibilities. I
secretly wondered how I could seduce the husband, who
was
extremely nice and good-looking. I sat in the chair, innocently
testing out the dimensions and angles. I
asked what would
happen to the face of the imaginary man giving the oral sex if the
woman was a
?squirter.? The husband gasped in excitement!
?Are you a squirter? I have heard of this but never
experienced
it.? David assured him that I was, and suggested I demonstrate. The
husband was eager
and willing. HIs wife was out in the
jacuzzi with friends. She popped in for a moment, said ?oh I see you
are busy? and went back outside. We proceeded to draw the
gauzy curtains around us (to protect from
the ?looky-loos?)
and he bestowed some absolutely glorious oral sex upon me, and had
his first
experience with major squirting. He soaked it up,
literally drinking in with sexual abandon. It was……quite
nice.
I found it very interesting that he quickly went to join his wife in
the jacuzzi, kissing her and clearly re-
establishing their
connection (soon after they climbed the loft and made love). I was
tickled when she
asked me ?how was he?? Everything was very
good-natured and, in the true sense of the word, fun.
The
only other memorable thing about that night was a later jacuzzi
incident. David and I sat in the jacuzzi
while a beautiful
interracial couple (she white, he black) made love near us. She was
in his lap and facing
him. They obviously were deeply
attached to one another, and they made love slowly and sensuously. I
wanted to move closer, to touch, but didn?t know if it would
be welcomed. David urged me, saying that at
a party that was
the only way to find out, no one would be offended, etc. But I didn?t
do it. We watched
them. Afterwards David told them they were
beautiful together. He then teased me, telling them that I had
wanted to join in but was too shy. To my dismay they
exclaimed ?why didn?t you? It would have been
fine!!?
David
had informed me that he held his own ?private? parties, intimate
gatherings in his home, about
once a month. The guests were
personally invited by him. About two months after my New Years Eve
initiation, I was invited to be his date.
I?d
like to add that during this time, I experienced quite distinct and
vivid dreams about sex parties.
Interestingly, the dreams
were all extraordinarily positive – filling me with a wonderful
feeling of excitement
and even love (universal love?). A
sense of pleasure and flow and delightful human interaction. Only
one, right before David?s private party, was upsetting. In
the dream there were people at the party who
had brought
children along (clearly my ambivalence about being a mother to my
sweet and innocent
daughter while engaging in wanton,
societally-unacceptable behaviors). The dream was about people
with
?no boundaries,? the issue of ?how far can one go??
David?s
party was a wonderful experience. Afterwards I wrote to the 23 year
old, to inform him that his
off-handed comments about the
parties had changed my life.
The
only thing I might add here is a bit about the scene with myself,
Joshua (the fellow who approached
me while I was on the
couch) and the woman he had come with to the party. Although I had
had the
experience with the Italian couple, this was the
first time I had a voluntary ?threesome,? in which myself and
the
other woman were pleasuring the man (the other incident was more
about her claiming ownership or
sharing the experience with
her boyfriend). We both avidly worked on his cock. She knew what he
liked,
and I caught on pretty quick. This man had a virtual
seizure when he came. He shook for minutes
afterwards. People
were watching; they all seemed to be friends and know each other. It
was uniquely
fun. Joshua was given my phone number, upon
request.
V.
Time passed,
during which Joshua and I got together several times, and there came
an evening when I
decided to take Andre and another friend
back to the ?classy? place. The other friend, Steven, was
somewhat
new in my life, a slightly snobbish Englishman, with whom I had been
emailing regularly. HIs
mind was razor sharp and we had met a
few times. He had never been to a party, and had told me that
nothing turned him on more than the idea of fucking a woman
after she has been fucked by another man.
He presented
himself as someone wealthy, worldly, and hard to impress, so I
thought he should have a
new experience.
This
evening fell flat for me. At first I thought I was a hot shot for
coming with not one, but two attractive
men. As the evening
wore on and neither man made a move for me, the feelings got rather
deflated.
They scouted out the place and each ended up in a
somewhat unexciting screw. I was curious as to the
Englishman?s
taste, and noticed that he chose a hard core, somewhat whacked out
blonde woman, who
was there to fuck her brains out with
anyone, and seemed somewhat impersonal about it. Andre, Steven
and
I got into a big argument in the car after we left. Steven called the
party women ?damaged goods,? in
his arrogant, high-minded
way. Andre and I were justifiably outraged at his pompous superiority
complex,
and his quick formation of a judgment based on very
little experience. I don?t think I did anything that
evening
at the party. I felt pretty detached and not particularly interested
in anyone. My dear friend Andre
themselves to each other,
sizing up if there was a 4-way mutual attraction. I was relaxed and
comfortable,
due to the fact that I had no stake in whether
or not I got laid.
After some pot and
a swim, I found myself longing for a nap. I had been up working the
night before. I
went to the living room and lay down on a
couch, politely turning down the offer of a smooching couple to
join them. Soon after, a hunky black man joined me, himself
tired and sore after playing some sport the
whole day before.
We related on that level – two tired folk curling up on the sofa.
Soon he was kissing
me, then going down on me. I lay back and
allowed myself to be treated. We had some rather
unextraordinary
sex in one of the bedrooms, while a tangle of bodies moved and moaned
on the master
bed nearby.
Since
this was a private home, showering was easy, and the food table was
scrumptious. I refreshed
myself and found myself chatting in
another bedroom with the hostess and a fellow who kept exclaiming
that it was his first time and like a dream come true. The
two of us tried to initiate him but the flow wasn?t
there and
we soon quit. I saw that I need not fear getting into an undesirable
situation – it was easy enough
to politely excuse yourself.
All rights and privileges honored. I also explained to the woman, who
apparently was more interested in me than in him, that I
didn?t have a bisexual bone in my body. I was
willing to try,
but I had no hopes of arousal. I believe she went down on me for a
bit but it did nothing for
me. I told her I was a real
?penetration gal.? Later on near the jacuzzi I saw her speaking
quietly to her
husband, Adam, and he eyed me with
interest.
Later I stumbled upon Adam,
his wife, and another guy fooling around on a bed (of course there
were
still plenty of others nearby frolicking). Although I
can?t recall any overt homosexual behavior, I recall the
friend
viewing Adam?s erection and remarking fondly to the wife: ?Ah! I see
why [you enjoy him]!? The wife
and fellow slipped away,
leaving Adam and I to explore. We had sex, and he seemed somewhat
passive yet eager to find out what pleased me. Kind of like
?ok, let?s see what this
particular female
specimen is all about.? Therefore I
stuck him on top and had him press down so I could bump and grind.
What can I say. I?m just an old-fashioned girl. What was
surprising and somewhat funny was the way he
jumped up the
moment we were finished, saying ?Gotta go see if my wife needs
anything!? He was the
ever-conscientious host, keeping an eye
on things all evening to be sure everyone was having a good
time.
Joshua was crazy about
my blow jobs. He knew the nuances of his sexuality and had taught me
what
he liked. I had the capacity to make him crazy, and he
wasn?t shy about letting a roomful of people know
about it.
More seizures.
Skipping off to the
shower once again, I bumped into John, the former porn actor. We had
met at at
least 3 parties by now and had had some really
enjoyable conversations. Topics like parenthood (he had
two
teenage daughters), his wife, science and technology, sex, swinging.
He was a very relaxed person,
well-liked by others, NOT your
typical porn star looks; in fact, he looked like a nerdy computer
geek. He
had a unique way of talking, and certainly an
interesting mind. We had yet to do anything together but
when
he saw me passing by, free and available, he grabbed me. As if it
were the highest compliment he
told me I would be his ?first?
that night! We tumbled onto a bed and it was more like being with an
old
friend rather than hot and heavy. Sex was no big deal to
this guy but he was very loose and relaxed and
sweet. We just
enjoyed interacting with one another, and continued mentally
stimulating each other once
the sex was over.
During
the last hours of this party, as I sampled delicious desserts, swam
(at night), jacuzzied, and
rested by the pool, I must admit
that I felt really really good, and quite relaxed. It was a pure
endorphin
high. I found myself thinking, ?what could be a
better party experience than this? Water, sun, good sex,
good
food, drink, sweets, music, talk.? It was kind of like stumbling upon
a secret world – exulting in
pleasure, sharing in a small
community of unconventional, open-minded people. I was impressed by
the
women and the sense of acceptance and sisterhood (yes,
really!). I was impressed by the generosity of
the hosts. I
noted the photographs and proclamations of their love for each other,
situated all over the
house and kitchen. I felt genuine
appreciation when I thanked them upon leaving.
VIII.
Inspired
by my good behavior, Joshua invited me to another private party. This
one was up in the
mountains on some shockingly beautiful
property. A waterfall tumbled into a large swimming pool, built of
stones and granite. The jacuzzi was also of stone. Trees
surrounded the property, which contained a huge
amphitheater,
a large teepee-like tent, and a cabin. You walked down natural dirt
paths to explore the
land. The sprawling house had deep, soft
colorful carpeting and a sunken wood den, filled with artifacts
and
stereo equipment. Some interesting books too. The woman who owned the
place was an
?intellectual.? It was a small gathering of
people, fewer than she had expected. I wished I could
experience
this place at night, lit up with hundreds of lights, and crowded with
people.
Once again, Joshua?s behavior
irritated me. He talked about himself constantly and I could see that
even
others were alienated. There were no men that I was
interested in. The people were very ?New Age?
and their
conversations bored me. I couldn?t imagine any of these people having
children. At one point
the hostess gathered us in the living
room and had us all stand in a circle of embrace while she spoke of
Great Love and Truth. I was uncomfortable.
My
instincts about the people and their supposed openness proved true.
Three times throughout this
party, I found myself deep in
conversation with three different men. All three times, their ?woman?
approached, and possessively put her arms around him or
distracted him. This was very annoying to me.
It was as if
?you can fuck him but don?t get into his head. He?s MINE.? All fine
and well in a traditional
setting, but weren?t these supposed
to be ?free thinkers?? My interactions with the men were cut short by
an apparently threatened partner.
Eventually
I sat outside while 5 or 6 couples had sex with each other in the
jacuzzi. Part of that time I was
conversing with someone
about astronomy and infinity (until his woman arrived and took him
away). It was
strange to be sitting and having an
intellectual discussion so close to the action. I had no desire to
join and
I?m sure they were having a good time, but I just
couldn?t get into it. I went to the house and tried to sleep
in
the den. I wanted to leave. Joshua was in his selfish,
why-are-you-so-uptight mode. He knew I wanted
to leave but
made me wait for hours. When we finally left, we were at odds again.
On the way home I
asked him to roll up his window, I was
freezing. He refused, saying he needed it open. Quite the
chivalrous gentleman.
Here my
escapades ended, perhaps to be renewed at some future time. It?s good
to know that this
non-traditional world exists; that there
are brave souls who venture beyond the limitations of our society
and, even if just for one evening, transcend the rules. It?s
not as frightening or weird as people may think.
David
was certainly right in telling me to withhold opinion until I had a
decent number of experiences
?under my belt? so to speak. I
still prefer the eroticism and passion of one-on-one lovemaking, and
comparing the two is like comparing apples to oranges.I still
would not venture to generalize nor to make
any grandiose,
profound statements about the Lifestyle. It was simply fascinating to
enter a world where
the ?norms? of human behavior and social
boundaries are turned upside down. It was liberating, eye-
opening,
strange, curious, and fun. And oddly….friendly.
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