Monday, March 5, 2012

Taking It All Off

When I returned from my two week trip to England last year, I wanted to do something special for my Thursday date with S.  I'd bought some really fantastic lingerie in London, which I knew would be a hit, but I wanted to do something unexpected, something that would totally take S by surprise. So, I decided to get a Brazilian.

OK, I know Brazilians are old news - so old, in fact, that my friend John recently told me that bush is back in vogue. Sigh. I can't keep up with all the trends. I passed on the Brazilian bandwagon all these years because I like a little hair down there, and my past partners have never complained about my Kid n' Play. But, I knew early on that S liked it hairless - he asked me, on our 5th or 6th date, if he could shave me. I thought it was such an exciting request - oddly intimate to let someone I barely knew get all up in my business, yes, but sexy all the same. It was less a criticism of my grooming habits than an exciting new form of foreplay - S made that clear. It did turn out to be fantastic - I had to let go of my fears and insecurities and really appreciate how much I was being appreciated. He did an excellent, thorough job, and commented on how smooth it was as he fucked me afterwards.

I returned from England on a Tuesday, and my date was two days later, so I didn't have a lot of time to find an aesthetician. I wanted someone good, but of course, the good ones are booked up weeks in advance. I searched Yelp and totally lucked out with Simply Gorgeous Day Spa in Oakland. They have a four star rating, and they also have an online appointment scheduling system - so I was able to choose my aesthetician, treatment, and appointment time all online. That was especially helpful since I decided to get waxed at about 7a.m. - I was able to book an appointment at 10am later that same day.

My aesthetician, Christina, was great - she was gentle, fast, and thorough. For those of you who have not yet experienced the magic that is a completely hairless vagina - do it! At least once. It is truly a fantastic feeling, and they even wax your butt if you'd like. I never realized how hairy my butt was until it was completely bare. It is an amazing feeling. And, it had the effect I wanted - S was totally blown away by my surprise.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

One More For Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is usually quite sickening to me, but now that I am in to lingerie, it is my Christmas! Such an incredible variety of super cute pieces for sale now!! (and on sale tomorrow ; )

I bought this at Lane Bryant the other day:


How hot are these crotchless panties?



My friend told me about this 


I also LOVE this one

 
Great coverage, fantastic old-style garter clips, and super duper comfortable. Love.

Coming Out Of The Closet

S and I are swingers.

It started as pillow talk. We'd just finished another incredible fucking session and S started fantasizing about scenarios. "I'd love to fuck you while you licked another woman's pussy". Being the good sport that I am, I jumped right in. "You know, its funny you should mention that. I saw a woman in a store the other day who was a peach. I'd love to go down on her"...

That conversation led to S saying he had a "surprise" for me one night. I am usually not a big fan of surprises, I like to plan and have backup for the first plan and then have arrangements in case plans one and two fall through. But, I trust S, and I found it exciting that we were doing something fun and clandestine. I didn't ask questions, and simply played along, the whole time wondering where we could  be going, who we were going to see? Why he asked me to specifically wear that low cut black dress that shows off my boobs so prominently? We drove to a hotel in Vallejo, and when we didn't check in at the front desk I was a bit confused. As we walked up to a nondescript door on the the second floor, I started to freak out. "What's the surprise? Where are you taking me?!!!" S said, "Behind that door there are 10 couples fucking. Its a swing party."

Its funny how things happen so quickly. I went from super scared to calmly curious in about .5 seconds. I knew that S would never put me, or himself, in a dangerous situation, and I had an idea that he'd been a part of the swing scene in past years, so he knew what he was getting us in to. I put on my brave sexy girl face and we went inside...

The hostess greeted us warmly, took our coats, and her husband took S aside to take his payment. I've come to learn that there are different gradations of swing functions - this was couples only, and cost $75 to participate. There are other swing parties where single men are allowed, and the cost of those varies - it is free for single women to attend (because so few ever do), up to $75 for couples and up to $100 or more for single guys to come. No pun intended. We also went to one of these functions and it was a disaster, but I'll talk about that in another post...

We get the tour of the place because we were newbies. The swing suite consisted of three rooms - the main room, where they had non alcoholic drinks and refreshments (cupcakes, finger sandwiches, macaroni salad - quite a spread), and there were people in various states of undress on the couches, chatting and laughing while country music videos played on the big screen tv. The room to the right was where all the action was happening - about 8 people inside, all getting down, not even noticing we'd walked in to the room. There were condoms and lube on the nightstand, toothbrushes and toothpaste in the bathrooms.

The room on the left just had one couple in it, but was also fully stocked with all the accoutrements of the other room. The hostess told us to have fun and left us to explore. S led me back to the room where all the action was happening, so we could watch and scope out the scene. He stood behind me and ran his hand up the back of my dress, pulling my panties down while I fumbled with his zipper to better give him a handjob. It was hot. He asked if I saw anyone I liked, and I said no, but after a while an older guy caught my eye. I was too shy to act. A few guys approached me, all of which I said no to - the cardinal rule of the swing set is no means no. Men (and women) are always supposed to ask before touching or joining a scene, and even maybe means no. Only yes means yes.  S and I eventually came up with code names for a few of my potential suitors: Geico was the guy with the goatee and the British accent; Mullet (for obvious reasons), and Friendly, who was the older guy who'd originally caught my eye. He'd started chatting with S, and it turned out he was one of the organizers of this party, which had been going on for quite a few years.

S and I had a great time that night - it was super sexy, and really strengthened our relationship in some ways. I also learned that I am not the irrationally jealous person that I always thought I was  - with S, there really is no reason to be. Even though there were many sexy people in that room, showing interest in both of us, we still found each other to be the hottest of them all.