When you meet someone online... do you send photos with filters that are borderline professional OR... Photos... moreQUESTION...
When you meet someone online... do you send photos with filters that are borderline professional OR... Photos that look more "you woke up like this"?
I prefer the latter... NOTHING like a pleasant surprise of real life being better than pics...
PLUS... if you are either sooo horny to screw anyone who meets "your criteria" or sooo superficial that a photo would stop you from meeting someone you are having bomb online conversation with...
We wouldn't click anyway... MOST of the folk I know in the lifestyle I have NEVER touched lol... BUT we MET... NO ONE DIED... WE LIVED... ߘ°ߘ°ߘ°ߘ#SOMEOFTHECOOLESTPEOPLEINTHEWORLDLS!!! less
My background and personal experience is not as a traditional party swinger, but as a Polyamorous couple who shared deep... moreMy background and personal experience is not as a traditional party swinger, but as a Polyamorous couple who shared deep meaningful relationships with other couples... I don't mind "The Endless Emails" as long as it's a real couple on the other side... this lifestyle for me is just as much about the amazing lives I have encountered and been touched by as it is about the BOMB sexual experiences...
That said... we JUST wanted to play... so we posted an ad lol! I get this response from this guy that sparked me to want to dig deeper than "does she like her hair pulled and can she really take the dick?"... It turns out his wife had an affair and he can't get past it... he can't bring himself to understand how she could have a sexual affair that was NOT about sex at all... in fact the sex was bad and per her own admission never compared to her sexual experiences with her husband of 16yrs... She confessed, ended it, and has been so repentant that she ran back to the church...
Well well well... I was still smelling a rat... of course his ass was cheating too... he just NEVER got caught... so you know I got all in his ass, snatched him off his high horse and I think he will go back to his wife with a totally different perspective...
I say all this to say... Society has created this moral code that simply goes against human nature and prevents couples from getting past mundane lower level emotions and having an authentic relationship based on total honesty and constant open communication... here we have two freaks who were likely bored, not communicating their needs, and too selfish to fulfill them for each other... with each other... when the easy answer is to tell their truth to each other, get their relationship out of the ditch, set real rules that accommodate what they both need and want... SWING... every now and then... and live life outside this fake ass boring ass box society and the church says we all should live by but behind closed doors, deep in our psyche, hearts, and minds... NO ONE really lives by...
Hey Guys,
Here are some Quick Tips to a Successful (as in having fun, not getting laid...I ain't nobody's pimp) night at ANY... moreHey Guys,
Here are some Quick Tips to a Successful (as in having fun, not getting laid...I ain't nobody's pimp) night at ANY swing club:
1. Do your research. Figure out what night is catering to the best crowd, theme and price range for your sensibilities. Off nights, like Mondays or anything midweek, are more attractive for those with thin pockets (no hate, no shade)...but you get what you pay for: an off night with no guarantee of a crowd, or maybe crowded with a rowdier or less desirable bunch of folks, more {possibly creepy} single dudes. The larger and more organized parties tend to be planned far in advance so that folks have time to plan and prepare to come out.
2. Bring Sand to the beach- If you are a couple, let's keep it 100. You should NEVER have any complaints about going out with your sexy Bae and having a good time. Treat every LS adventure as a Sexy Date Night for you both. Outside of that, reach out to any prospects and entice them to come out and party with you. You are on a damn swinger website. Get out of your fucking house and meet some damn swingers! If you start up a dialogue 1st with folks, you will worry less about getting a cold shoulder in person. Even if they are aloof in person (most aren't if you actually speak to them like cool, somewhat sane and respectful human beings), then you know that those aren't the people that you need to be around. Not everyone will like you, or vice versa. It happens. Spend your energy connecting with those that do. And develop a thicker skin to rejection. In this world, you will need it.
3. Have NO Expectations- People are people. One minute it might be a go with some sexy strangers, the next minute, someone gets cold feet or a couple squabble or some other "party done". Shit happens. The less you go into things expecting a payout from anyone other than you and your Beloved, the far far FAR less chance that you set yourself up for disappointment. When things don't pop off with others, man up and and bang your personal hottie silly on one of the beds.
4. Lastly, once again...you get what you pay for- Y'all let me know in what other scenario IN LIFE would you get a place to dress up as scandalous as you want, eye fuck other scandalous sexies, possibly meet and fuck said scandalous sexies on amenities provided, drink as much as you bring and not get arrested or raided for your Hedonistic behaviour...all in the span of a legit night out? You ain't getting that for 30 bucks a couple. Leave the vanilla club prices right with the vanilla club mentality. This IS a far different world. less
I am sorry that some of you guys have had less than positive experiences within the LS and in regards to your party... moreI am sorry that some of you guys have had less than positive experiences within the LS and in regards to your party experiences. The LS is what you make of it. This world has many different personalities and styles to it. As someone with almost 15 years of experience under my belt, I am ONLY here because I believe in the ideology of what this community can really be. I believe in the vision put forth from the people who created and who continuously contribute RELEVANT information to this website. I believe in the folks who work tirelessly to bring the masses the best experience possible. I am overloading on the word "experience", because it is kind of important here. Information and resources are supplied here by a variety of people who have LIVED this Life, who KNOW the ins and outs of this world, and who LOVE it for what it is. This ain't a cash cow, it's a community. No one is begging anyone or forcing them to come out and play or to even come out and meet people. Whenever people air their grievances, it's fine. It's a safe zone. We don't WANT you to fail. We WANT you to enjoy yourselves to the fullest. And, if we can point out where you have been steering wrong, we will. Everything isn't for everyone. You won't be everyone's speed. No one is obliged to fuck you or to be your friend because you paid to go to a party. Being sexy is objective. None of that has anything to do with bashing a venue because you don't want to pay to go anywhere or because of someone else's bad time. Stay in your lane if it's working for you. We won't cry, we don't judge. But be offensive, and I guarantee that you will be called on it. Call it a life lesson. Best of Luck on whatever constitutes as a Win in your LS journey. less
A black truck pulls into a brick driveway on a quiet street in LA.
Chris is just getting home from work. Another day of... moreA black truck pulls into a brick driveway on a quiet street in LA.
Chris is just getting home from work. Another day of deadlines and quarterly reports. Another hope for promotion crushed. His car still running, he scolds himself while still holding on to the steering wheel.
"What am I doing at this fucking firm? Anyone else with my talents would be partner by now. But if i leave Ill have wasted five years for nothing."
He stares deep into the rearview mirror, disgusted by his own sight.
"You have invested everything. Now look at you, stuck with worthless case after worthless case! There is no ladder for you."
A million reasons why he was yet again passed up for partner race through his mind. But only one truly haunts him. The Boss's wife, Christmas party 3 years ago.
Chris was moving up in the ranks fast. While assisting on a case against one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the western hemisphere his mentor and lead attorney on the case, Steven Droner was killed in a car accident. Chris was forced into lead counsel and took to it like a shark in chum filled water. In his way were six of the most powerful and influential lawyers in the business.
The multibillion dollar defendant was taken to school by a sharp dressed kid fresh off the bar. The win was tremendous and earned Chris a corner office and his oakwood colored face found itself in law magazines and journals across the country.
The win came fittingly at the end of December.
Rogerson & Carmichael was a firm with a reputation for its big wins, highlife and excessive partying. Chris made sure he wasn't celebrating as much as everyone else.
Tiffany Carmichael was twenty years younger than her powerful husband. A trophy in every stereotypical way, but just as vindictive as she was beautiful. No one knows what neglect or infidelity prompted her to spill herself all over Chris that night but she infected the office with a swarm of rumors after commenting on Chris's tall stature and whether it translated to him being hung like a horse. Seeing her milky well manicured hands sliding up and down Chris's shirt must have burned deeply into Mr. Carmichael's soul. She was practically jerking off his new golden boy's tie in the middle of the office. He must have been deafened by the dozens of stares and murmers that clouded the room. Chris could sense the poison in her voice. He eased out of the party and headed straight for the hallway. His wait for the elevator was excruciating. Just as he thought of taking the stares "ding" the doors opened. He stepped in and just as the doors completely shut, they reopened. A red heel and matching miniskirt slipped in. Her thin calves and thighs were coated with eggshell hued muscle. She was a Greek stone. Helena in the flesh.
"Chris, where are you going?" She moaned. The doors closed behind her. She leaned over and pressed L. There was 28 floors of nowhere to go. "Mrs. Carmichael, I think you might be drunk. Why don't I just get off and..."
"On the contrary Chris. I haven't had a sip tonight, but I could go for something dark and intoxicating right now."
Chris was paralized by fear. If he moved her out of the way to stop the elevator who knew what she might claim. He stood like a lone statue in Tiffany's personal gallery. All he could do was watch the numbers slowly drop as his boss's wife approached. She left a small space between them. The nipples on her expensive breasts poked through a light Biagiotti blouse that struggled to hold on to her bust. She grabbed ahold of Chris's tie, pulled in close and snaked her hand down to his member. He was frozen but his cock was immediately awakened by Tiffany's pulsing grip.
"Cant imagine a big buck like you being frightened by little ol me."
Tiffany wrapped her leg around Chris's waist. Her nails latched on to Chris's belt. The space between them has evaporated. Her tight body pressed against the fullness that grew below her. Her eyes widened as she joyfully clenched her jaws.
"Oh my, Attorney King. I don't know where your more impressive, in the courtroom or in your pants. My god."
Time stood still as Chris pondered his future plummeting at a speed rivaling the elevators descent. A soft kiss on his collar all but sealed his fate.
"Ding"
The doors opened at the lobby and a mobb of Mr. Carmichael's rivals, employees and interns stood awaiting to enter an elevator crowded with heat and tension. Gasps and cleared throats echoed throughout the large lobby hall. Just as she entered, Mrs. Carmichael exited the elevator with a child like grin. Her heels thundered against the marble floor as she parted a quiet sea of suit jackets and silver hair.
Chris paused before he stepped into a silent group of men. Their eyes pierced into him. Each man launched stares hard enough to push Chris back into the closing elevator doors. Chris walked out of the building without a word but he never could escape the cloud Tiffany placed over his career.
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