Swinging ... now that's an interesting subject. I've always entertained sexual fantasies of group scenarios -- I find it highly arousing, the thought of watching others have sex and having them watch me have sex and the, uh, interactions. Of course, fantasy and reality are, to me, quite separate. It doesn't mean I'd want that to happen in real life. While in fantasy it turns me on, in reality it's somewhat ... sleazy. I've never been faced with the option, and honestly I don't know what I'd do in that event. It probably would depend upon the circumstances and the others involved.
The subject came up with Eduard. We were just talking about fantasies, understand, we weren't suggesting anything. He said he wasn't into the idea because he didn't want to see anyone else fucking his woman, a comment that made me chuckle (remember the quality of his that I appreciated: his fidelity). It also surprised me because I thought he'd be into just about anything. (He also wasn't into rimming, which came as a relief.)
My friend Peggy wants to read my blog, but I think I'll keep it private. I mean, surely she doesn't want to hear about my sexual proclivities, any more than I want to hear about hers.
My parents did the wife-swapping thing for a while when I was about seven or eight years old. It was fine with me, because during that period my dad didn't pay me any of those horrible nighttime visits. God, those were some happy days for me. What a heavy burden he placed on my soul, fuck.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:48 AM
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