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The Story Of Us
Every couple has their own “how we became what we are” story. This is ours.
Larry and I would never have even considered entering into this Lifestyle had we not met dozens… of
amazing ...and not so amazing Swingers. But, let me start from the beginning.
We were tricked! Yup, you heard it here first. We were tricked into thinking that we would simply
be lending a helping hand to our very dear friends…Pat & Heidi. They wanted to start a “Meet &
Greet” for the Elmira area and simply needed some help sending invites and greeting people as they
came through the door. Sounded easy enough, and hey, we’d do anything for them especially being they
were our only friends. So, Larry and I decided that we would do this and just keep ourselves
distanced from the “hooking up” part. After all…we were not “Swingers”….would not ever be
“Swingers” and had no interest in sharing anything with anyone. We simply wanted an excuse to get
out of the house once a month and meet new people…this was perfect… Except for one small detail…
the fact that we may be intrigued and/or tempted to jump in the sac with not one but TWO other
human beings was never mentioned to either of us… I’m sure they had their reasons for keeping this
information a secret from us…no doubt it was for our own good…and theirs…either way…we love them
the same…and might someday even thank them!
And with that our journey began. For roughly the first 6 months we did everything that a “Swinger”
would do…except of course…swing…we made up a name on swinglifestyle.com (Fleshtone)…added a
small variety of pics for people to look at and hammered out a simple and at first, meaningless
profile. Basically stating that we were looking for “single females” and no couples….All went well, for
quite awhile actually…living in our non-swinging bubble under the impression that we were “just
helping out”….until the day that my brother-in-law pulled a long, thick wire with a hook on the end of
it…right through the end of Larry’s nose…splitting it literally in half! This was exactly the point
where life became very interesting for us. I of course insisted that we make the mundane trip to the
ER…get some stitches and maybe even a painkiller or two. Seemed only right and besides he was
bleeding all over the carpet! So, we jump into the Jeep and race to the local band-aid station…only to
wait…and wait…and wait…hours were passing us by…Larry continued to loose blood…no relief in
sight…so we did what any “normal” couple would do in this situation….we started talking about the
different “swingers” that we had met in our travels…you know…to take our minds off the task at
hand… We discussed what we liked…what we hated…evaluated other people’s lives…figured out what
was “wrong” and “right” with everyone…and in short…about an hour later we decided that if we didn’t
find another couple and “swap” with them …at least once…we might be missing out on something…if for
no other purpose… we could say that we had tried it once in our lives. With that, we left the
hospital…so that Larry could go home…piece his nose back together and of course…get ready to go
out. After all…who needs an MD when you have a wife…a mirror…and a good idea of what your nose
used to look like? We ventured out that night with a new topic for our conversations…and of course a
tube Neosporin. We certainly didn’t “play” on that particular evening…seems that blood dripping
from your face isn’t exactly a turn-on…but it did set a course for new & intriguing prospects in our
own personal relationship.
The moral…the point…or whatever you will call it…is actually a very simple one…we started our
journey by communicating with each other…in a very honest way. Still today, we both believe that
without communication…good, bad or indifferent…we wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell. Don’t
get me wrong, communication can be very difficult…sometimes even painful…but it is necessary. There
are many forms of communication that we as human beings have been known to utilize...Smoke Signals...
E-Mails...Telephones...Writing in the Sand with a Stick...Grunting...Etc... I only suggest that you find
what works for you and ride it like a bull. By the time we began this journey…we already had the
ability to silently speak to one another. Meaning…a raised eyebrow…hand on the hip…or an all out
baffled look would speak volumes in itself. We could read each other like a book. Usually by 8AM we
both knew what kind of day we would have…it could only go one of two ways…the first being the
“normal” happy loving way….second being the “act like Indians waiting to scalp each other upon site”
kind of day…either way…there were many forms of communication used…Today…we do our best to
find the more civil up to date forms. For the purposes of “Swinging”…we use the old stand by…we
talk-using words written in the English language…(and some slang…when we’re feeling like dirty sex
crazed nymph’s).
There you have it…the condensed version of how we became whatever it is that we are today. Stay
tuned; this is just the beginning of a personal journey that I have every intention sharing with you.
Respectfully Authored By: Jenn
Every couple has their own “how we became what we are” story. This is ours.
Larry and I would never have even considered entering into this Lifestyle had we not met dozens… of
amazing ...and not so amazing Swingers. But, let me start from the beginning.
We were tricked! Yup, you heard it here first. We were tricked into thinking that we would simply
be lending a helping hand to our very dear friends…Pat & Heidi. They wanted to start a “Meet &
Greet” for the Elmira area and simply needed some help sending invites and greeting people as they
came through the door. Sounded easy enough, and hey, we’d do anything for them especially being they
were our only friends. So, Larry and I decided that we would do this and just keep ourselves
distanced from the “hooking up” part. After all…we were not “Swingers”….would not ever be
“Swingers” and had no interest in sharing anything with anyone. We simply wanted an excuse to get
out of the house once a month and meet new people…this was perfect… Except for one small detail…
the fact that we may be intrigued and/or tempted to jump in the sac with not one but TWO other
human beings was never mentioned to either of us… I’m sure they had their reasons for keeping this
information a secret from us…no doubt it was for our own good…and theirs…either way…we love them
the same…and might someday even thank them!
And with that our journey began. For roughly the first 6 months we did everything that a “Swinger”
would do…except of course…swing…we made up a name on swinglifestyle.com (Fleshtone)…added a
small variety of pics for people to look at and hammered out a simple and at first, meaningless
profile. Basically stating that we were looking for “single females” and no couples….All went well, for
quite awhile actually…living in our non-swinging bubble under the impression that we were “just
helping out”….until the day that my brother-in-law pulled a long, thick wire with a hook on the end of
it…right through the end of Larry’s nose…splitting it literally in half! This was exactly the point
where life became very interesting for us. I of course insisted that we make the mundane trip to the
ER…get some stitches and maybe even a painkiller or two. Seemed only right and besides he was
bleeding all over the carpet! So, we jump into the Jeep and race to the local band-aid station…only to
wait…and wait…and wait…hours were passing us by…Larry continued to loose blood…no relief in
sight…so we did what any “normal” couple would do in this situation….we started talking about the
different “swingers” that we had met in our travels…you know…to take our minds off the task at
hand… We discussed what we liked…what we hated…evaluated other people’s lives…figured out what
was “wrong” and “right” with everyone…and in short…about an hour later we decided that if we didn’t
find another couple and “swap” with them …at least once…we might be missing out on something…if for
no other purpose… we could say that we had tried it once in our lives. With that, we left the
hospital…so that Larry could go home…piece his nose back together and of course…get ready to go
out. After all…who needs an MD when you have a wife…a mirror…and a good idea of what your nose
used to look like? We ventured out that night with a new topic for our conversations…and of course a
tube Neosporin. We certainly didn’t “play” on that particular evening…seems that blood dripping
from your face isn’t exactly a turn-on…but it did set a course for new & intriguing prospects in our
own personal relationship.
The moral…the point…or whatever you will call it…is actually a very simple one…we started our
journey by communicating with each other…in a very honest way. Still today, we both believe that
without communication…good, bad or indifferent…we wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell. Don’t
get me wrong, communication can be very difficult…sometimes even painful…but it is necessary. There
are many forms of communication that we as human beings have been known to utilize...Smoke Signals...
E-Mails...Telephones...Writing in the Sand with a Stick...Grunting...Etc... I only suggest that you find
what works for you and ride it like a bull. By the time we began this journey…we already had the
ability to silently speak to one another. Meaning…a raised eyebrow…hand on the hip…or an all out
baffled look would speak volumes in itself. We could read each other like a book. Usually by 8AM we
both knew what kind of day we would have…it could only go one of two ways…the first being the
“normal” happy loving way….second being the “act like Indians waiting to scalp each other upon site”
kind of day…either way…there were many forms of communication used…Today…we do our best to
find the more civil up to date forms. For the purposes of “Swinging”…we use the old stand by…we
talk-using words written in the English language…(and some slang…when we’re feeling like dirty sex
crazed nymph’s).
There you have it…the condensed version of how we became whatever it is that we are today. Stay
tuned; this is just the beginning of a personal journey that I have every intention sharing with you.
Respectfully Authored By: Jenn
Story of us
An Erotic Blurb
He is my Master, my Partner & my Lover. Gently he dominates me. Firmly he guides me. Perceptive is he of my
needs. He completes me as I complete him. He permits me to share this story. He is pleased.
His instructions were simple…after my daily chores I was to put on my denim button up shirt and white bikini
underwear…only buttoning the last two buttons. I was to position my black leather computer chair in front of the large
window facing the street in front of my house so that I could easily put my feet on the window- sill. I was to have the
cordless telephone next to me while I sat and waited for his call. Simple, I thought at first. By the end of this scene I
would learn otherwise.
The chair felt cool on my legs and was welcomed. The sun was blazing hot… bathing my body with soft warmth. As
previously instructed… I leaned back …lifting my feet up to the sill. Now I would wait. Not knowing when he would call.
Just knowing that until he did I was not to touch my pussy with my hands.
It wasn’t long before the heat from my body & the sun took hold… making my skin glisten lightly with sweat. I let my
legs fall apart & pulled my underwear deep up into my pussy crack. Instantly my nipples were hard & erect.
Even in my dreamy state I was aware of the semi-busy street just 100 feet away from me. I did not care. I hoped
someone would watch. This would only please Master more. I became more and more aroused with each new noise I
heard & each person that I saw.
My pussy began to ache…. I could smell my wetness soaking my panties. I opened my legs a little more to take in all
of the sun’s energy… pulled my shirt open exposing my naked breasts…then began rolling my nipples between my
fingers slowly…momentarily wishing that he would soon call…
My thoughts quickly focused back to the task at hand. I was getting hotter with each passing moment. My panties were
soaked with my sweet juices. I leaned forward trying to grind my pussy into the chair…then gently rocking back &
fourth. Three young women pass by chattering about whatever…. my body begins to throb parallel with my heartbeat.
I lean back…I cannot cum today without permission. The leather chair is wet under my ass making me slid around a
bit. I am consumed by my own smell. Moving around so much forced my panties to pull up into my ass crack even
tighter. This was no longer a simple request. My Master has once again found an absolutely delectable way to push
me & test my self-control.
A dog barks in the distance…more cars pass… still no one to watch me… still no one to see my dripping wetness. For
a single moment my mind wanders to the dog… I imagine what it would feel like for it to lick and slurp on my pussy… I
mentally note to inform Master of my guilty mental pleasure. I wish the phone would ring. Sitting perfectly erect… I
slide & grind my pussy a little more into the chair being careful to not let it move across the floor.
I notice my neighbor two doors down across the street…watering his lawn. He doesn’t seem to see me. Would Master
be disappointed? My whole body shutters… I want so badly to rub my pussy and drive my fingers deep into my hole. If
only I could pull just one of my feet from the sill…I could set on top of it and grind my throbbing cunt…but I do not
have permission for such an act during this scene. I pinch & squeeze my nipples hard making them bright pink. Sweat
begins to move on my body… each drip making my pussy throb with more intensity. Leaning my head…with closed
eyes…I begin slowly breathing through my nose…taking in my own scents…calming myself even if for just a
moment…I ache for my Master’s sweetness…
Then I heard it, the key in the front door! My Master has come home! My legs began to shake ever so slightly…hands
clenched in anticipation of what was to come…nipples so hard…the most erotically pleasant pain seemed to thrust
through me…then he was there…standing behind me…
“Have you been a good girl?” he asks…
“Yes Sir, I have been ever so patient” was my almost pleading reply…
He slowly turns my chair, pulling my legs away from the windowsill. Once facing my Master, I open my legs wide for his
inspection…making sure that my tits are in full view for him as well. He smiles…he is pleased…
He immediately dropped to his knees, positioning himself between my open legs. He begins dragging his hands over
my breasts, taking care to roll my nubby nipples between his fingers. It doesn’t take long before his strong hand finds
my soaking wet cunt. With a low moan of pleasure he doesn’t waste anytime. I’m so wet…plunging three fingers all at
once…he
Begins to reward me with my long awaited pleasures…..more to cum…
