The last post I wrote, which was for Wicked Wednesday, described a visit to a swingers’ club. Since then, I have a further experience to share…
Like last time, we decided to visit on a Wednesday afternoon as, being relatively new to the swinging scene, we did not want to feel intimidated by a large crowd of people. And, like before, I was still not comfortable with the idea of unknown men touching me. It was to be another exploratory visit.
This club had a similar set-up to the other establishment and entrance was gained by an intercom and buzzer. We were made to feel very welcome by the lady attending the front desk and we paid our £10 and were given our towels. As per our previous experience, it was also a ‘dress down’ establishment. Once we were undressed and wrapped in our towels, we were given a tour. There were considerably more facilities here, with more private rooms, rooms with viewing areas (one of which was a couples’ room), a dungeon and a few relaxation areas for socialising and playing. There was also a hot tub and a sauna. While we were being shown around, a couple of single guys introduced themselves. It actually seemed quite busy for a weekday afternoon with around six couples and probably eight single guys. Following our tour, we were left to explore at our leisure.
We started off with twenty minutes in the hot tub, during which time some of the guys came and chatted. S wanted to visit the loo, so we got out and dried off and I waited in one of the relaxation areas. As soon as he left me, three single guys came and joined me. Obviously not wishing to miss an potential opportunity! They were all very polite and respectful and we chatted until S returned and jointed in the conversation. There was definitely an air of expectation from them as S and I deliberated which part of the club to visit first. One of the guys suggested that we should go into the couples’ room, which had a viewing area. S was keen on that idea, but I wasn’t so sure. I had noticed a private room on our tour, which I had liked the look of, but I couldn’t recall where it was located. I started to feel a little flustered and agreed to go into the couples’ room. It was upstairs and as I walked up the stairs, I looked behind me and had to laugh at line of four guys dutifully following me. I felt like the Pied Piper!
The couples’room was quite big, with room for several other couples. No single men were permitted to enter at any time. There was a viewing room, with a large window looking out into the room. And a row of glory holes. There was also a large window into the couples’ room from the main club area. And, of course, the mandatory porn was showing on a screen.
I felt incredibly self-conscious as we dropped our towels and made ourselves comfortable; a few people were looking into the room from the bar area and I could see a row of dark shapes looking out of the viewing room. The light was very dim and I could not make out more than the silhouettes.
I sat between S’s legs and leaned back against him so he could massage my breasts. We usually use baby oil, which we had left in our locker, so he continued without it. I tried to relax, but I found it difficult as I was so conscious of being the main focus of the attention. After a while, S changed position and went down on me and, again, I found it difficult to relax and enjoy it, although I did make it look like I was enjoying myself. After ten minutes or so, I suggested that I give S a blowjob instead. Now the tables were turned… He struggled to get turned on and admired that he felt self-conscious. Gradually, he did relax and the guys got a good and genuine performance of my oral skills. I hoped that I would now start to feel more comfortable. S went to fetch the baby oil from our locker and I also asked him to bring a small bullet vibrator from my bag.
While he was gone, I was acutely aware that all eyes were still on me. I laid back and stared at the ceiling. A quiet rumble of voices had been constant in the background while were were ‘performing’. Now I was alone, I was more aware of this noise. I turned my head and glanced over to the viewing room. I could see three cocks hanging through the holes below the window; I noticed that one was was enormous. My glance was obviously the cue for the cocks to be slapped nosily against the wall. I had noticed the cocks a couple of times during the time we had been in the room, but had not paid much attention. The guys were clearly now hoping I might go and give them a bit of personal attention.
I looked away and back up at the ceiling. I got an overwhelming urge to laugh at the situation I was in and how surreal it felt. Thankfully, S quickly returned and, once again, I sat between his legs while he massaged my breasts. By now, I I had had enough of bring on display and used my bullet in the hope of a quick orgasm. However, my body had other ideas and it was never going to happen. In the end, I faked it for the first time in my life. S knew that it was faked, but understood I was just doing it to bring a realistic end to the ‘show’.
I was apprehensive about coming face to face with the guys. But, as soon as we stepped out of the room, three of them told us how much they enjoyed what we did. They said they normally get to see a quick ‘wham bam’, whereas we had entertained them for around an hour. It was suggested by one of them that I had a hidden extrovert streak. I did feel that I would have been more comfortable in a private room with one or two of them actually in front of us rather than me being on display publicly, like a zoo exhibit. One of the guys took me into the viewing room to give me an idea of their view and told me that five guys were in there wanking while watching me. He was very complimentary and I was left in no doubt of what they would have liked to have done to me!
All the guys we met were very pleasant and respectful and there was no unwanted touching like on the previous occasion. The club, in general, felt a very friendly place and we both went away feeling positive about our experience. I’m not so sure that there’ll be a repeat public performance though…
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In a previous Wicked Wednesday post, I wrote about being the only female among a group of naked men. The purpose of that post was to talk about weight and how those men did not seem concerned about the fact they were overweight and naked, whereas I was self-conscious about doing the same. I did not mention the reason for my nakedness.
S (my lover) and I had discussed visiting a swinging club a number of times and, back on a very wet Monday afternoon in June, we decided to visit a club in Manchester. We chose to go on a Monday afternoon as we knew it was likely to be quiet. We were going out of curiosity and also because we knew the club would provide the opportunity to get some time together privately. I made it clear before we went that I did not want unknown men touching me.
This was not my first visit to a swinging club; I visited a club earlier this year during my first meeting with a Twitter friend. That visit was for social reasons and for the experience of visiting a club; I did not go with the expectation of more.
I was very apprehensive, but also excited, as we parked in a dingy side street near the club. Manchester’s weather lived up to its reputation on that day and the rain was torrential making the drab, urban surroundings appear even more gloomy.
I felt very self-conscious as we stood outside the entrance and I wondered if passers-by would be casting judgement on us. S pressed the buzzer on the front door and we waited for a few seconds before we were given access to the entrance lobby. A face appeared at a small hatch opposite the door.We gave our names and were let through the inner door into the club; it all felt a bit cloak and dagger as if we were visiting somewhere illicit.
We paid our entrance fee to the guy who had admitted us; he was very friendly and told us about the facilities and the rules pertaining to single guys, and then gave us each a towel. It was a ‘dress-down’ club – no covering apart from a towel to protect your modesty. Very different to my previous experience where the club was fully-clothed. We changed in the couples’ changing room, wrapped our towels around us and ventured out into the unknown to see what went on on in a swingers’ club on a wet Monday afternoon in Manchester.
The thing that struck me as soon as I entered the club was how dimly lit it was. My eyesight isn’t brilliant, so my vision takes a while to adjust to very dim lighting. I guess that the low level of lighting is meant to add to the ambiance of the place. I also noticed that there was a a damp, musty smell throughout the club. Perhaps inevitable given that that the building was very old, plus the rain was on par with a monsoon that day and the temperature of the jacuzzi was incredibly hot creating a lot of humidity.
Our travels around the building revealed a couple of private rooms, a number of public rooms with screens all showing the same porn clips concurrently, a sauna, hot tub and some areas for general relaxation. The place was very quiet, as we’d hoped and expected. There was a notable absence of females, apart from me. There had been another couple there, who had left just after we’d arrived. I noticed approximately eight men dotted around the building – all hanging around hoping for some Monday afternoon action. All waiting for a female to appear…
The last room we went to look at was located on the top floor of the building. There were a few steps up to the doorway and looking up, to my left, I could see two sets of large feet, side by side. To the right, a screen was showing the now all-familiar porn. I decided that it would be too intrusive to go any further. S climbed the few steps and looked in. He came back down and said that there were two guys in there playing with their cocks, side by side, avidly watching the porn. My thoughts were that they wouldn’t have welcomed me bursting in on them. S grinned and replied that they probably would have been delighted for me to have appeared round the corner…
We took ourselves off to one of the private rooms – one with a lock, where we spent a pleasurable hour. However, due to the general dampness everywhere, the room was very humid and airless. The bed (and several other surfaces in the club) was covered in red vinyl and the friction of my head on the vinyl combined with the humidity created my first-ever case of ‘bed hair’. The smell of of the warm vinyl bought back a childhood memory of the smell of the red vinyl seats in my dad’s Triumph 2000 car in hot weather. An unfortunately-timed flashback.
After an hour, we were far too hot and had had enough of the airless room. It was time to try the hot tub. However, it was occupied by two guys and although there was room for us, it would have been very cosy and I lost my nerve about removing my towel. We decided to get a drink and went to sit in one of the public rooms. There was one guy in there watching the porn that was showing. We all sat in silence just looking at the screen. The clips that were showing were awful. Not realistic and certainly not sexy, to me anyway. I asked S if he found it a turn-on, which he didn’t. We continued to stare at the screen, and I collapsed into hysterical laughter at what was developing on screen. The sound was muted too, which made it even more hideous. The lone guy in the room was highly amused by my reaction and admitted that what was showing was not sexy at all.
When we returned to the hot tub, there was one guy in there. I decided to be brave and drop my towel. I climbed in, as elegantly as I could, stumbled and nearly fell on top of him, apologising profusely. We made small talk between the tree of us. I was enjoying the sensations of he hot, bubbling water around me and the feeling of the jets massaging my back. I noticed a light tickling on my ankle. A gentle water jet I thought. It stopped then started again a minute or so later. The jet started to creep up my leg… It obviously wasn’t the jet, but my hot tub friend (as he has now been christened) gently feeling my leg. I didn’t quite know where to look or what to do and started to feel awkward. I hadn’t expected this, as one of the rules of the club is that men do not touch women without consent; I naively expected that all men would comply with this. He stopped and asked if I minded him feeling my leg. Not knowing what else to say, and feeling flustered, I foolishly said it was OK as long as his hand didn’t go any further. Immediately, his hand crept up to the back of my thigh. I did object this time and he responded by asking if he could feel my boobs. I made my feelings on this very clear and S promptly decided that it was time to for us to get out of the hot tub. I turned around to climb out and, when faced with my bum,my hot tub friend became even more obvious in his attentions. I think he was just trying to grab an opportunity rather than being a danger, but he should not have pushed his luck. And I should have been more assertive and said no straightaway.
We decided to go back downstairs and sat in one of the public rooms, where we saw a guy we had passed the time of day with earlier. There was also another guy there, idly fiddling with his cock. who asked me if I would like him to cover up with his towel. I I thought was very respectful of him and said there was no need. Both guys were very pleasant and friendly and we were able to have an enjoyable conversation with them. My hot tub friend subsequently appeared – evidently not fazed by my rejection of his advances – the three of them were clearly regulars at the club and knew each other well. After a while, they subtly suggested that S and I should ‘make ourselves comfortable’ in their presence. However, I definitely did not want to do anything publicly and certainly not with my hot tub friend present, who obviously wanted to get his hands on me. We decided to call it a day, said our goodbyes and went to get dressed.
It was an interesting introduction to swinging clubs and as a result I have become much more aware of the power of a female in this type of situation. And more aware of the need to be more assertive and say no. I sensed a very primal atmosphere akin to the animal kingdom, with males prowling looking for females. I never went with the intention, or had the desire, of having any sexual contact with other men, but it was obvious it would have been easy to have them doing exactly as I wanted. That in itself is an empowering thought. But not for this occasion, though…
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I recently had the pleasure of doing my first sex product review, which was Waterglide Strawberry lube for the Cara Sutra Pleasure Panel.
Here’s an extract
I applied the Waterglide Strawberry Flavoured Lube to my partner’s penis for the taste test. As the Waterglide Strawberry Flavoured Lube is so dense I had to spread it around with my hand initially before reaching in with my tongue….
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This prompt is another suggestion of the lovely Charlie Powell of Sex Blog of Sorts: Friend.
Do you have a special friend? One, more? How did you become friends? How do you classify friendship? Did you have friendships that ended? Why? How did the end of the friendship affect you? Or maybe you have a friend with benefits? Tell us more about that?
I have made no secret, here on this blog, of my search for a ‘friend with benefits’. The background to this can be found here.
Earlier this year, I met a very lovely man, who is in a similar position to me. We met onlne, as is the norm these days. I had actually rejected his advances for a few months, but his persistence in pursuing me eventually paid off and I agreed to meet him for a coffee. We subsequently agreed to meet again a few days later at a hotel.
I was incredibly nervous at that second meeting and he attempted to relax me with a sensuous tantric massage. It worked and I eventually started to loosen up enjoy the feel of his hands on my body. I gave him a blowjob. And from that day things have gone from strength to strength. We usually meet at a hotel once a week but also enjoy each others’ company beyond the bedroom. We meet for coffee, go for lunch, go away overnight occasionally, speak by phone when we can and exchange several messages each day. Plus other misadventures… We also help each other in our respective work lives as our skills complement each other.
He is very affectionate and tactile, which is very important to me as I love cuddling, fondling and kissing.He loves my boobs and can’t get enough of them. We have similar interests and I have learned a lot about tantric sex and how to give a slow and sensuous lingam massage. Early on in our relationship, we talked about unfulfilled fantasies and sexual experiences, and was very encouraging in this respect. He is keen to watch me with other people and to see the effects of one of my lingam massages… This us not a request for volunteers…
I didn’t expect that a friendship of this type could be as loving and caring. I have never felt uncomfortable in his presence and generally feel I can talk to him about most things. He definitely knows more about me than anyone else. I don’t think the terms ‘friend with benefits’ or ‘fuckbuddy’ are really appropriate to describe our relationship. I think the term ‘lover’ is a more accurate description. It’s not perfect; there is the occasional thing that frustrates me about our arrangement. And the nature of it means that what we would like to do doesn’t always go ahead. But, on balalance, things are pretty good. He knows that I won’t tolerate any bullshit or being messed around. He frequently tells me he feels lucky to have me, and my reply is always to agree that he is very lucky indeed!
He does make me happy and I feel blessed to have him in my life.
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