Jekyll, Hyde, and the Happy Whore place
It's strange. You read a lot about the luck people have with swinging, how much of hot and steamy of a time they have switching partners in several hours of sweaty bliss. It's fantastic when it works out that way. Straight out of a porno right into your living room.
The boyfriend and I, on a whole, probably aren't the most successful swingers. We've been actively looking for couples for well over two years now, have met less than 10 couples, played with less than half that, and of those maybe one or two who we'd play with more (meaning more than every 6 months) if time/distance/work schedules/time of month/whatever didn't always seem to get in the way. The times we've had with couples have been hot, definitely.
It's just been such a long time since couples. And the boyfriend (bless his little patient heart) really has not had as much as luck as I have had in the sack. It's harder for the guys I think. The women get all the attention, and it seems that the couples we've been meeting are kind of treating us like I'm the member of their own personal threesome, and my man is the poor dick in the corner, so to speak.
A lot of it is my fault. I get lost in the moment. I crave the attention. I lose all sense of time or place. I only feel pleasure. It's like someone blows an horn and just like that I turn from your average, well mannered girl next door who blushes at a dirty joke into a cum hungry orgasm crazed unstoppable slut. I love it.
Sometimes I forget though. There's been times where we've been playing and the only other person touching my man is me. (Good when it's another guy who has joined us. A little awkward when there's another woman in the mix) It's annoying to him, to say the least. And I feel guilty because I should have been more attentive.
So, we're still looking for that mysterious couple who has eluded us. The couple(s) where we both can safely lose ourselves in the happy whore place.
I'm so glad that the boyfriend is still so patient, and I know that the woman in this mysterious couple is going to be a lucky girl.
The boyfriend and I, on a whole, probably aren't the most successful swingers. We've been actively looking for couples for well over two years now, have met less than 10 couples, played with less than half that, and of those maybe one or two who we'd play with more (meaning more than every 6 months) if time/distance/work schedules/time of month/whatever didn't always seem to get in the way. The times we've had with couples have been hot, definitely.
It's just been such a long time since couples. And the boyfriend (bless his little patient heart) really has not had as much as luck as I have had in the sack. It's harder for the guys I think. The women get all the attention, and it seems that the couples we've been meeting are kind of treating us like I'm the member of their own personal threesome, and my man is the poor dick in the corner, so to speak.
A lot of it is my fault. I get lost in the moment. I crave the attention. I lose all sense of time or place. I only feel pleasure. It's like someone blows an horn and just like that I turn from your average, well mannered girl next door who blushes at a dirty joke into a cum hungry orgasm crazed unstoppable slut. I love it.
Sometimes I forget though. There's been times where we've been playing and the only other person touching my man is me. (Good when it's another guy who has joined us. A little awkward when there's another woman in the mix) It's annoying to him, to say the least. And I feel guilty because I should have been more attentive.
So, we're still looking for that mysterious couple who has eluded us. The couple(s) where we both can safely lose ourselves in the happy whore place.
I'm so glad that the boyfriend is still so patient, and I know that the woman in this mysterious couple is going to be a lucky girl.
posted by ella at 9:49 PM
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