Swinging

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

This post finishes the tale begun, by text, here. And then, with drinks and some play here. And then, the group play began here…. “Let’s go downstairs and see what’s going on there,” I said. Jen looked momentarily puzzled. My…

Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.

Le Trapeze is skeezy. It is. It’s dark, it’s a place where lots of people fuck, and the only thing keeping people out of the place is the $110/couple entrance fee. I’ve been there a few times (five or six,…

We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise, I’d be getting some contact with this couch.” We shared a drink. Admired the unimaginably hot, if painfully self-involved, lead…

We walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our best. Still…. T looked phenomenal in a striped maxi-dress from American Apparel. I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt,…

We boarded, with twelve other couples, at 9 pm. We all were dressed in white, head to toe, at the request of our lovely hostess. There was some amusing banter about the boat, safety, etc., it was explained that we…

T and I were debriefing about last night. We had a debauched time on a boat in New York harbor, and I wrote up a brief post describing our time.  You’ll read a version of that post shortly, but not…

People always want to label themselves: swinger, poly, kinkster, slut. I hate labels.

We walked down the Chelsea block, curious about just where this party was going to be, just what the cryptically acronymic location is.  As we got closer to the address in the e-mail, we saw the synagogue.  Could it be? …