My Night As A Swinger…

Warning: This post is very very explicit and not for anyone under 18 or anyone not open to talking about sex. Read at your own risk!!!

A few summer’s ago, I went to my first swingers party.

Now, a few months prior I started to feel increasingly aware of my sexuality.  Now at this time, I was not involved with my gf or any girl for that matter. For years, I was living as a straight woman and I thought that I was.  I mean, I dated men, slept with men.  It didn’t really dawn on my that the reason I didn’t like it was because I didn’t really like men.  I just thought that either I hadn’t found the right man or that it was the way it was supposed to be.

I think I hit a point where I was just so frustrated with the lack of quality of love and sex.  I mean, I couldn’t have an orgasm, and I just couldn’t get any satisfaction.  I mean just in general being in the company of guy was just a blah experience.  No sparks, no chemistry, I might as well have been watching paint dry.  And I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking about everything.  So I guess my frustration went to new levels as I became determined to find “it”. You know that thing everyone talks about that is so magical and special in relationships.  The thing that I haven’t had in so long, since I’d been with well, another woman…

I found a guy who had an energizer battery, I mean this man could go one and on and on.  I had to fake an orgasm to get him to stop…and even then he kept going.  WTF?  Again, I went through the motions with no real feelings…I appreciated his effort and he was nice enough but nothing did it for me.  All I wound up with was a sore coochie.  Then there was another guy who I swear perfomed oral sex on me for hours…no fireworks. He even suggested that there was something wrong with me.  LOL. 

So now I’m super frustrated.  I’m thinking I have a sexual disorder or something, ready to go to the doctor and everything.  Then I happened across a swingers party happening in my neck of the woods.  I must admit I was as disguisted as I was intrigued.  Then I figured that it was just a matter of numbers…one place…a whole bunch of people…aha!  I was frustrated, horny and two steps away from becoming asexual.  These folks had a system, an entire network.  I joined their network, and got plenty of requests from lots of horny ass men…I had my fair share of pics of dicks and more dicks.  But of course, I really wasn’t interested in that, now was I?

I mustered up enough nerve and actually went to a party…   I was nervous and excited at the same time.  I got lost trying to get there, which resulted in me being two hours late, but I did make it, and was almost about to turn around and leave once I pulled up.  But, I got out my car and went in.  I was greeted and paid my $5 or whatever and the host showed me around the house.  The house was full of rooms, some decorated, some not, all dark.  Rooms in which people could use to get their freak on.  He showed me the bathroom stocked with condoms, towels and other things folks could use to clean themselves up.  There was a porn playing on a huge screen and plenty of liquor and snacks.  Most folks where sitting around half-naked chatting and smoking.  We walked in a room where people were in full swing and the host was like oh, look as he gestured at two folks getting it in…lol…and i just couldn’t bring myself to watch it.

When I came in I had a choice of 3 different color bracelets.  One color meant you were “playing”, the other mean’t “don’t ask me, I will ask you” and the 3rd meant you were just there observing and totally not “playing”.  I took the 2nd one.  So I made my way to the lounge area and just sat there, talked with some folks.  I must admit, the people were really nice.   I walked around some more and there was lots of action going on.  I began to feel very uneasy, because I knew that wasn’t me.  I was curious…I came, I saw and I didn’t conquer. LOL.  I watched as women led men around with their dicks hanging out.  Yowser!  Then of course, as I had the “don’t ask me, I will ask you” bracelet on, I had plenty of men just hanging around me, looking.  And it took me a minute to figure out why. LOL.  I had one lady comment on how beautiful my eyes were…”thanks” was my response and “keep it going” i wanted to add.   (Ewww….who would want someone who had just slept with several men in one night, not I!)

One guy was more than bold, he sat next to me and talked and talked and talked and talked some more.  That’s when I decided it was time to go.  I gave him my email address (not a fake one either) and in the weeks to come he proceeded to send me long emails and poems about me and how he feels about me, etc…they were actually pretty good. LOL. 

I didn’t like how the men were just standing there waiting…ewww. I don’t know, maybe if it had of been women, it would have been a different story. lol.  But then again, I have no desire to have multiple partners in a night…that’s a turn off to me.  Just too much going around out there.

I realized several things:

1. I am not a swinger!  If that’s what floats your boat, fine. But totally not for me.  So yes, while I’ve been to a party, I don’t swing…never have, never will.
2.  I don’t like men.
3. I’m a relationship person, a one-woman type-gal.
4. I’m too selfish to share!!!
5. I’m pretty damn hot!

Well, I actually did almost go to another one…but I wanted to bring a buddy along and she punked out at the last minute.  And well, that was that.  My one swingers party…I saw waaaay too much and wish to never go another one ever again.  Just not something for me.

A few months later, I admited to myself…I’m a lesbian.  I got my gf.  I’m in love. I have the best sex and orgasms!  And I’m living happily ever after! lol