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  1. Bangin’ Basics: A Guide to Group Sex

    April 10, 2014 by Nikki Blue

    When Mr. K and I added swinging to our sex resume, we were excruciatingly specific about our wants, limits, and expectations. Simply fucking another man and woman in a full swap, different room– or same room –scenario held no appeal to us. We wanted a tangled pile of body parts, shared orgasms, and a pleasurable daisy chain of sorts. And what we needed was to always touch and be a part of whatever it was the other was experiencing in that moment. And because our wants and needs are what they are, “dating” other couples can be tricky. Setting out to mesh two personalities together is challenging enough, but working with four of them can be extra sticky. Heh. Extra sticky… Get it?

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    With that having been said, swinging is really no different from dating. In fact, it’s the same thing. Even with another couple, you will still have first date jitters, naked blunders, and sometimes, people just don’t click. And that’s okay. All of it. There are no hard and fast rules when it comes to swinging. However, if you are taking the sexy skillset into consideration, there are a few words of advice I would like to offer. Of course, it should all be taken with a squeeze of lube. And a condom. Definitely a condom.

    1. Having snacks and beverages of some sort on hand is a super fantastic idea for that sustenance intermission from group sexy-time, and trust me, you will need one. But, do NOT refer to a pause in the action as a “first quarter food break.” Or any sports related analogy, for that matter. And for fuck’s sake, let the woman eat without her boob in your mouth. It’s just weird.

    2. Orally sharing your man’s cock can be loads of fun, but it’s a difficult concept for some to grasp, apparently. And while I understand not all men are fluent in the language of cock, if you consistently try to stick your tongue into my mouth while I am enjoying Mr. K’s wonderfully hard cock, I will reach a point where I shove your mouth on it until you gag. Probably.

    3. If you play with a couple you have met in an online community for swingers, chances are they’ve taken the time to write a detailed profile, listing their experiences and fantasies. The point of it is to establish common ground and mutual desires. It’s not to be treated like a sexual bucket list. Remember, sugarbritches, Rome wasn’t built in a day, and the amount of trust required for double penetration isn’t either.

    4. Respect everyone’s limits. When a couple says ALL anal play is off limits, it’s not an invitation to push it. Whether it’s sneaking licks of her asshole or trying to shove an unwelcome vibrator up his ass, stop that shit.

    5. It seems some who enjoy the lifestyle don’t care to fuck their respective partners during group grope sessions. And that’s fine. But others, like Mr. K and myself, immensely enjoy coming together often throughout playtime. Pun totally intended. If you’re not into that, though, if you are full swap, different room players, disclose that information upfront so prospective playmates can decide whether or not you are a good fit for them.

    6. When a couple says it’s time for them to leave, don’t beg for just two more minutes. It’s kind of creepy. And when your partner whispers “fake an orgasm” into your ear, flex those acting skills, baby, and go for the gold.

    7. And finally, we all know how expensive sexy things are, so when redressing at the end of the night, double check to make sure the lacy, black panties are the same ones you walked in with. Just sayin’.

    Also, on a first date, I strongly caution against inviting your new friends for a sleepover. As fun as it may sound to frolick into the wee hours of the night, it’s just too much way too fucking soon. Keep in mind that they will probably need time alone to reconnect with each other, reflect on the evening, and re-hydrate with a big-ass Coke with lots of ice from the 7-11, erm, maybe.

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  2. My First Orgy

    February 5, 2013 by Heather Cole

    This past Saturday I experienced a first. I attended my very first orgy with absolutely no idea of what that would entail exactly. I had some general impressions from Hollywood, of course. I’ve watched Rome on HBO, people. If orgies were like TV, then I knew what was supposed to go down: barely clothed, toga-wearing people eating and drinking, sprawled across chaise lounges, the space full of writhing bodies and wandering… hands. I had the Hollywood idea in my head of a free-for-all sex party, but it wasn’t the nudity or sex that made me nervous; I was anxious about the “free” part.

    Over the past month I’ve realized that I share best, both physically and emotionally, when I’m grounded in the surety of my relationships with my partners. This shouldn’t have been a shocking revelation, least of all to me. But when my girlfriend, Liri, invited me to an orgy thrown for her boyfriend, Matt, the free-for-all sex party sparked some anxiety. I suddenly felt uncertain. The fearful voice in my head whispered that no romantic partner of mine would want me to attend such a thing.

    I felt torn by the contradiction. On one hand I identified as a sex slave, and part of me got off on being used for sex in whatever way my partner wished. I enjoyed multiple partners in various configurations, so an orgy would appear to be right up my alley. If the writers for Rome were correct, Saturday was supposed to be about letting go to have sex with whomever crossed my lap. The flip side of that desire was that I was painfully aware of boundaries, and it was my worst nightmare to go bungling through them. Or worse, I feared that I could make a sexual advance or indulge in a sexual act that somehow jeopardized a friendship or my romantic relationships. I asked myself if it was possible to enjoy an orgy at all while honoring the parameters of my relationships and the boundaries of others.

    Some days I feel like I over-articulate my emotions, but I’ve survived a relationship where I relied on a traditional construct, a marriage contract, to convey my love and loyalty without actually voicing those sacred feelings. I’ll never take such things for granted again. And I think what I needed to hear from Zen and Liri and Boy Scout was that they felt as committed to me, in their unique and different ways, as I was to them. I needed them to know that no matter who I had sex with at the orgy, none of that jeopardized my love and relationships with them.

    I felt better after I talked to everyone, but there was one last piece I was missing. My safe haven of rules and commands where I have one focus, to serve my Sir. My poly relationships don’t work because of a list of rules we give each other. My D/s dynamic, however, works precisely for that reason. I confessed that I needed some rules in order to navigate the orgy to both Boy Scout and Liri even though it was difficult for me to voice that need out loud. I articulated that I craved to be put in my place and marked. I needed to go into that situation knowing I was owned, and even though it was a sexy free-for-all, I had to be grounded. My poly relationships were all in order. I needed my D/s dynamic to be too.

    How does this slave go about getting her needs met in the face of an impending orgy? I called it “full-blown brat mode,” and I learned some valuable things as a result. For example, I can’t say “shut up” to Sir. I can’t call him a “good boy.” And I sure as fuck can’t eat his fresh-off-the-conveyor belt Krispy Kreme donut while he’s out walking the dog. When I opened the door to Matt’s house on Saturday, I had bruises on my back and ass, compliments of Sir and his belt.

    I walked into the kitchen wearing a short black dress and red heels and got a drink. Several guests couldn’t make it, so it was going to be in intimate orgy of seven. We stood around the kitchen island making small talk and eating hors d’oeuvres until Liri asked, “why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?” I blinked at her in surprise and replied, “you didn’t tell me otherwise.” Naturally my clothes came off (I’m a good girl that way), and she invited everyone upstairs to play the game, “let’s see how many times we can make my girlfriend come.” That’s a kick ass game, by the way. I have to add that it was also a bit surreal. At one point there were four people covering parts of my body with kisses and bites as my girlfriend used the Hitachi on my clit and Laccaria used the nJoy on my G-spot. Then there was the roundtable of friendship spanks while kissing the sweet lips of the woman across the table from me. There were ice cubes on my clit as I breathed in the sweet cleavage of a voluptuous female, and I squealed against her skin when Liri left teeth marks on my red, paddled ass. Yes, I believe that can be classified as some wanton sexual revelry.

    It wasn’t an episode of Rome, though. For one thing, we weren’t paid actors who had to pretend to have sex with people that they pretended to be attracted to. There wasn’t a casting agent to ensure that every person who attended had the correct attitude for the orgy. Nor was there a script to follow where everyone fucked and was sexually satisfied. We were real people, most of us good friends, and we had regular human concerns like having a bad bout of PMS and being stressed out from an impending move. There were relationships in flux, and people who weren’t in the mood to fuck… we were regular people at an orgy with our own baggage and our own expectations that sometimes didn’t mesh.

    I had my clothes pulled off twice before I could finally get out the door, and if I wasn’t the dedicated blogger that you read here every week, I would have stayed naked and stayed a helluva lot later. But I drove home like a good writer should and texted my people that I was safe and sound and in bed. That was the best part… saying I love you to all three of them before I closed my eyes. I really am one of the luckiest girls in the world.

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