Lately, we’ve been making more friends in the Lifestyle in our hometown, and recently we made friends with a group that goes out a lot to Vanilla bars. At first, we were like, “What gives?” But, the Lifestyle Club can get a bit routine, so we welcomed the opportunity to change it up. Wowee is it fun!
Usually, I feel a bit like Clark Kent: I know I’m a swinger, and no one else around me knows I have this superpower. It’s especially fun because the more we swing the easier it is to identify other swingers. A couple weeks ago we met up at a restaurant for a swinger-friend’s surprise birthday party and didn’t know anyone else invited. But when we walked in, we easily identified our group and walked up and introduced ourselves. How did we know it was them? It’s like a spidey sense, or shared vibration.
Once I found Lifestyle clubs, I thought I’d never be back to Vanilla clubs, but this new group has opened my mind. There is something affirming about meeting up with other swingers in public, something deeply satisfying that tells my mind and body: “I have nothing to be ashamed about.”
After bar-hopping a bit, we landed at a rooftop bar and a woman I have a crush on started dancing on me. Soon, we looped in our husbands and were all touching and swapping. It felt even more electric than being at the Lifestyle Club, a little naughty, a little on display. It’s like we were advertising something better is out there, and, thankfully, no Vanilla has yet shown anything other than enthusiasm for our ad.
At the end of the night, we were all making out and it ended with me and my girl crush kissing. A male stranger walked by and congratulated our husbands, saying “Good job, men,” almost longingly. Indeed. Good job to all of us.
May you also bless Vanillas and yourself with your erotic presence,
Love,
Honey
