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Party

Published on June 6, 2007 in N, sex and swinging. 0 Comments

The party was pretty fun, although not a sex party in the sense of many I’ve been to. It was more of a meet ‘n’ greet and see the ladies dance sexily together sort of party. N.’s friend ended up getting quite sloshed and she seemed into the idea of going back to our place with us. So the four of us (Davey, me, N. and his lady friend) drove to the suburbs and got to our place around 3 a.m.

She went after me with a passion – she’s a stereotypical Latina in that respect. I hadn’t been with a woman in a while (many months now) so I went with it, plus with the situation with her and N. being that he can’t tell her that he dates me made me wonder how much it was okay to go after him. Apparently he told her that he knows me via the poly community but that’s it.

I didn’t enjoy the dynamic between me and him being so different. I’m quite into him and having to act like a casual acquaintance kinda sucked. But I figure he was seeing her before me and they already had their agreement that each could do whatever they wanted but she didn’t want to know about what he got up to. I have no desire to rock the boat. But it sucked having to pretend.

Anyway, back to the bedroom! Apparently N. had suggested the two couples swapping and splitting up while I was away in the bathroom but she nixed the idea. Seems like she wanted everything and everyone. Mostly the action consisted of her going after me and both of us paying a little attention to the guys in between. (The guys found it hard to keep their enthusiasm up with the intermittent attention, although Davey says he had a great time watching me and a hot Latina get it on.) I went down on a woman for the first time in ages and it was the first time I went down on a woman with pubic hair and she didn’t taste… pungent. I’m generally not a fan of body hair. (I keep mine shaved.)

It was all very hot but ultimately I didn’t come. I was very tired by this point and being fingered by a woman with long nails isn’t erotic so much as it’s nerve wracking. She got fucked a little by both guys but I didn’t get any. So it was hot and fun but not satisfying. Of course, Davey took care of me the next day.

In the aftermath, she’s now saying that she doesn’t remember what happened and that maybe someone slipped something into her drink at the party. Of course, on the train ride home she told N. that she had had 5-7 drinks, which would be quite a lot for me and I weigh nearly 100 lbs more than she does. I wonder if she got into me and Davey because she knew that N. wanted her to, and she’s regretting her decision now. I don’t know. But it’s disturbing to think a woman I fooled around with would be at all upset and feel taken advantage of. I hadn’t realized just how drunk she was or I’d have maybe handled things differently. She aggressively came after me so I figured she was into it. I don’t know. There was never a point where she said stop or no or anything at all negative. I mainly remember her saying things like, “Put that pussy in my face.”

I rather doubt Davey and I will fool around with her again after this though. I’m leery of fooling around with anyone who needs to get drunk to do it anyway. Yikes.

Date Number Two

Published on June 2, 2007 in dating, N and sex. 0 Comments

I had a second date with N. We started off the evening with a quick snack then enjoyed a “reverse date”, i.e., having sex first, dinner after. Again, it was so hot. We really click. I squirted a little bit and had loads of screaming orgasms. I was a very satisfied girl. Tonight, we’re going to a play party with N. and another woman he dates. It should be interesting as the other woman doesn’t want to know anything about him dating other women… so we’ve “never met” before, at least not dated, tonight. I hate having to pretend but he’s got this agreement with her so I’ll go along with it. Hopefully all will go well and we’ll end up swapping – me with him and Davey with her. There’ll be other couples there too so you never know who we’ll end up hooking up with.

Friday Night

Published on May 20, 2007 in dating and N. 0 Comments

I went out on a date Friday night, not thinking anything would come of it. He’s 45, 11 years my senior, and not really my “type” but we’d emailed a little off and on for over a year and he suggested we get together to see if there’s any chemistry between us. He offered to pay my train fare and to treat me to dinner – I figured that’s not a bad deal so what the heck. I thought that we’d at least get along as friends so it wouldn’t be an unpleasant evening.

We made our way to the restaurant, stopping at a liquor store to buy some wine to go with dinner. The restaurant was easily the smallest I’ve ever been in and that’s saying a lot after some of the New York City restaurants I’ve been to. We ordered, they uncorked our first bottle of wine and we sat talking and sipping wine. At that point I was enjoying myself but I still didn’t think that we’d hook up or anything like that. Dinner was nice, the conversation was fun, the wine went to my head. Had I been more open to it, I think I would have realized by then that there was some chemistry going on.

He went outside to smoke a cigarette while I used the bathroom. Once outside I commented on how he was smoking (we had been talking about it earlier – I don’t really care for smoking but I had admitted that sometimes kissing a smoker brings back memories of other smokers I’ve kissed and so it’s not entirely unpleasant). He said, “And if you want you can taste it” and pulled me in for a kiss. Wow. He is one damn good kisser. The kiss changed everything – it was a long, lingering sensual kiss and after that the date was definitely going what you would call well.

We walked along the park for a while, talking, arm in arm. I was aware of the fact that we were in the vicinity of where he lived and sure enough he invited me in. By this time I was going along with the gut feeling I had had all week – that the date was going to go better than I thought and that I’d end up going to bed with him. Inside his apartment, he lit some candles, opened the other bottle of wine and put on some classical music. His grown daughter lives with him (this is the first time I’ve dated someone with grown children) but had messaged him that she’d be out for a while. After some passionate kissing on the sofa he suggested moving into the bedroom and being my usual slutty self I was all to happy to go along. *grin*

The sex was hot and I was loud until we heard his daughter come in – wouldn’t want to freak her out thinking about the fact that her dad was having sex in the next room. Might be a little awkward. Ok a lot awkward. So I kept quiet. Davey joked the next day that this guy is a FILF – Father I’d Like to Fuck. Ha ha. Yes I’ve had my first FILF now. We went for two rounds and then he drove me home. I really enjoyed the entire night and now I find myself dating someone new – someone I hadn’t really expected to be dating. Life is funny. You never know who you’re going to have chemistry with.