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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our place,
Swingers were ready to party with eager looks on their face.
The men were all naked, hung and ready to rock,
Everyone anxious to enjoy some pussy and cock.
The people paired off and headed for different beds,
As visions of swinging sex danced in their heads.
Momma wore a sexy red teddy and I in my Santa G-string,
We took on a new couple, their first time to swing.
Soon out by the pool there came such a loud sound,
I sprang from the bed, my boner bouncing around.
I went to the window to see what was taking place,
And saw a woman moaning as she sat on some guy’s face.
The moon shone brightly on her huge bouncing boobs,
As she reached over to pick up a container of lube.
Then what to my wandering eyes do I see.
But more party people joining in with glee.
The action around the pool picked up very quick,
All the women were now busy sucking every dick.
The sex by the pool was wild, no one was alone,
Everyone was making sounds in a husky and throaty tone,
“Oh baby”, “Go Harder”, “Take it all”, the words went,
Back to the new couple and doing our thing till we were spent.
People came back in the house to keep on partying and screwing,
We four came downstairs to see what everyone was doing.
I quickly joined in with a couple making it three on a bed,
His wife wasted no time giving us both some great head.
Momma found herself sliding between a sexy blondes thighs,
Licking her juicy mound making her let out some hot, sexy sighs.
People were scattered all over and doing it in every way,
Everyone going at hot and heavy with someone to play.
Then by the fireplace appeared a man in a red suit giving out a call,
Dropping his pants the women noticed he had the biggest cock of all.
He said, “Merry Christmas and swinging holiday joys,”
Then added, “Just for you I’ve brought a sack full of new toys”.
He dumped his sack of dildos, vibes and such on the floor,
With a smile he said, “Have fun and enjoy them, I have plenty more.”
Everyone loved all the sexy fun toys he brought,
All the folks grabbing them for new sexy pleasures to be taught.
Santa’s boner got bigger and bigger as he fondled each woman and played,
Momma and another gal would make sure that Santa got laid.
They both sucked his pole then Momma took him deep inside,
The other gal straddled him, her pussy giving his face a ride.
The ladies rode him as if his eight reindeer were in heat,
While all the other guests were enjoying their new toy treats.
Soon everyone was so hot, ready to burst and pop their big loads,
Santa was hurrying himself along as he had to hit the road.
Here he was this big, round, plump and very jolly old guy,
But when he came the gals thought his load would shoot straight to the sky.
He kept cumming and cumming there seemed no end in sight,
Momma and the gals were thrilled and hoping he’d stay the night.
When he was finished he got up and put back on his suit of red,
Grabbed his sack and with a wink was out the door to his sled,
To his team of reindeer he gave out a big boisterous yell,
And in a flash away the all flew away like a bat out of hell.
But I heard Santa exclaim as they moved out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, I’d love to stay but I have 4 more swinger parties tonight!”


by Art Koch


Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What Parts of BDSM Interest You? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self.

In the simplest of ways to label me, I’m a switch.  But, as with any label that comes with MANY nuances. It’s for this reason that I generally dislike the use of labels.

In my primary relationship, I identify as a slave.  We have been in an M/s relationship since August of 2009, however we’ve been married since October 2000.
If I was to say I’m a “no limit” slave as most would expect me to say, that would be wrong.  I have never been expected to give over all of my decision-making, to have no limits, etc.  However, I do believe if my Master expected that of me (which he does not) that I would be willing and able to do so.

Outside of my primary relationship is where the “switchiness” comes into play.  I’m VERY much a masochist and enjoy being on the receiving end of pain.  My masochism is something that doesn’t play a huge role in my M/s relationship so I primarily fulfill that need through other play partners. I can also identify as a bottom or even submissive, dependent on play style and partner. On the flip side of the coin I can also identify as sadist, Top or Dominant. I have a growing fondness of sissy boys and CBT.  I do play with women too – and that style of play can range from sensual to sadistic.

On a side note: I also identify as bisexual.  In my eyes, bisexual means I am capable of having relationships with either a man or a woman.  For me, this label is more than just sexual preference.  While my primary relationship is heterosexual, I believe I am fully capable of having a relationship with a women – and would love to find a woman who I find compatible to explore that with.

Other labels I use to describe myself include swinger and polyamourous.  And no, I don’t use these terms interchangeably like some tend to do.  Although, a recently coined term I find most suitable would be polyfuckery… I like it! Define it however you choose!

Seduce Me

Posted: November 11, 2010 in Bisexual, Emotions, Non-monogamy, Random, Role Play, Swinging

My sex drive can be something like a roller coaster, lots of highs and lows and nothing substantial in between.

The only thing I’ve discovered is that there is an inverse relationship between my sex drive and stress.  High stress levels equates to little or no sex drive.

Well, the last couple of weeks have been nothing but high stress.  Work demands have been chaotic and unpredictable.  Personally, I’m in the sprint to finish 3 exams in the next 3 months with the nearest one being in 9 days.   Master and I have been less than loving with one another. My body is fighting against me – everything hurts.  Blah, blah and blah…

Anyway, I’ve said all this to say – I want NEED to be seduced.  I want to be able to forget about mundane life for an evening. To go out, have dinner and/or drinks, and be seduced in such a way that I feel sexy and desired – something like that sure would go a long way in getting my sex drive back on track.

That is all… k, thanks!



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The boys imaginations were now spiraling out of control,
their excitement now undeniable beneath their pants.
We did our best to help camouflage the evidence,
but our Cheshire smiles did all  but give away our secrets to the guests.
It seemed as though the clock was standing still,
but we were finally left alone.

The feminine energy couldn’t be denied any longer,
and she and I could no longer contain ourselves.
Undressing one another, a single piece at a time, we made our way to the bedroom.
Pausing only long enough to see that our partners were nearby,
our hands exploring every inch of one another.

Our journey ended up under a trail of steaming hot water;
kissing, touching, and exploring one another.
We hadn’t spent much time alone together before now,
and the boys seemed to be content in knowing they’d get their turn.
I couldn’t help but pinch and bite her nipples,
listening to her breathing quicken and body writhe, I knew she was on the brink of orgasm.

Our partners were waiting in the bedroom, and as I pushed her still wet body onto the bed they quickly moved out-of-the-way.
I climbed on top of her and paused – paused to look at this beautiful woman before me and leaned in to meet her lips with mine.
I could sense her holding back, fearful of everything she knows she wants but attempting to bury the feelings.
Regardless of where our relationship might go, we both knew that we needed one another to satiate that feminine desire burning within us…

I’ve decided not to complete this writing, due solely to the fact that I’ve written both of these posts in anticipation of an upcoming evening with two very special people.  Rather than writing fantasy, I’d rather write truth.  I won’t promise to write about the events that happen, but I can promise they will be worthy of being written about.

This Is Only the Beginning

Posted: September 23, 2010 in Bisexual, Non-monogamy, Swinging

It had been a while since we last spoke,
my fantasies drifting to find the pieces of yourself you’d left behind.
I missed you, I missed talking to you, touching and being touched by you.
We had explored enough of one another that I longed to taste you again,
our exploration always seeming to detour to the masculine energy in the room.

It’s nearly two fort nights before our paths cross again, erotic images spotting my thoughts.
I’m fascinated by your words, the images you share and the vulnerability you’ve revealed in recent days.
As much as I yearn for your friendship, my thoughts remain nefarious.
Knowing our sexual tension will be stifled by mundane visitors,
I can’t help but imagine seducing you in their midst.

We’d arrived later than other guests, nothing less than intentional
as our time together would extend much past those that arrived before us.
We mingle amongst the mundane guests,
the sexual tension built prior to our arrival weighing heavy in the air.

You step away into another room,
your body language making it clear that you want me to join you.
My skin flushes a shade of crimson red,
feeling like everyone in the room recognizes the wanton lust between us.

A quick exchange of silent glances with Master, and with his approval I follow shortly behind you.
I push the door closed, and waste no time backing you against the wall.
Your chin immediately falls to your chest, but only for a moment.
As  your eyes meet mine, my hands begin exploring you.

As my fingertips grazed the tops of your thighs, your dress easily creeps up to your waist.
I see a hint of embarrassment cross your face as my fingertips find your shaven mound.
Pressing myself into, I pull your dress over your head and allow our lips to meet.
Your arms paralyzed above you,
my fingers trace each curve until they meet your sweet honey pot once again.

Allowing a finger to slide between your swollen lips,
your darkest desires being revealed by your now dripping cunt.
As your breathing becomes heavy, I drop to my knees and take you into my mouth,
allowing my tongue to plunge into you, and taste your sweet nectar.

As I stand back up, and push my leg into your sex, I let you taste of yourself.
Your eyes tell me your not ready for this to end, so I whisper in you ear – this is only the beginning.
As  we pull ourselves together to join the guests in the other room, I whisper one last request.
Let’s show the boys what they have to look forward to.

We greet our respective partners with a kiss, your nectar still on our breath and lips.
And we both whisper, this is only the beginning.

And Your Name Is?

Posted: September 15, 2010 in Non-monogamy, Role Play, Swinging

We had agreed to meet for drinks at the local watering hole,
my arrival later than agreed upon was deliberate and manipulative.
I saw you from the corner of my eye when I crossed the threshold,
intentionally making my way to the opposite side of the bar.

Your eyes were piercing through me, watching every swing of my hips,
then you’re suddenly distracted as another patron takes a seat across the booth.
I slide onto a bar stool and order a drink,
cross my legs and turn in your direction,
you nervously shift in the booth and greet the visitor.

A bit of a smirk sweeps across your face, I can see the thoughts as they race through your mind.
You turn toward me, expecting an acknowledgement but I’ve taken up conversation with another patron.
As your attention turns back to your visitor, she shifts out of her seat  and slides in beside you.
Your line of sight now blocked, unable to make eye contact with me.

Her skirt was short, short enough that the bare flesh of her ass was touching the bench you now shared.
She leaned in to whisper into your ear, giving you a clear view of me – I offer my acknowledgement with a simple nod.
Your look turns to that of helplessness, almost pleading that I help rid you of her presence.
My lips part as a smile crosses my face, I take a sip of wine and return to my conversation.

Her hand slides down your chest and rests at your belt buckle, heat begins to radiate from your groin.
Who is this woman and why is she touching me, you wondered, casting another glimpse in my direction.
You briefly forget about her as your attention is drawn to the man now standing behind my bar stool.
You watch as he spins me around to face him and greedily puts his hand between my legs.
My eyes close as my head falls back, a moan crosses my lips and you can only assume his fingers have entered me.

You make a hasty attempt to rise from your seat, but she has other plans as she holds onto the buckle where her hand rest.
She turns around to glance at whatever has caught your eye, leans in again and introduces her husband.
Your eyes  meet hers as you try to comprehend the words she just spoke,
she leans in to kiss you and in the same breath assures you that I’m well taken care of.

Your imagination begins to overload your thoughts and your cock begins to grow underneath the weight of her hand.
As you watch her husband led me out of sight, she moves quickly to release your cock from its confines.
You try to get your thoughts wrapped around exactly what is happening, not understanding the sudden change of rules.
But, with her now kneeling beneath the table and your cock in her mouth you can’t help but see where this road leads.

Little did you know, I was still able to see you and her – her husband and I simply voyeurs to what was unfolding.
I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to relax and enjoy her mouth around your cock,
especially since the bar was now closed and even the staff seem to have vanished.

Before long I saw your hips pushing against her as you fucked her face.
You obviously wanted to continue the debauchery as you lead her out from under the table.
She stood on the bench and straddled you, slowly lowering herself to sit on the table.
You slide your hands under her shirt and lift it over her head,
leaning in to suckle each nipple as you take a mound into each hand.

You take another glance around the bar, your eyes sparkling with wanton lust.
I make myself visible, and give you an encouraging nod…knowing your looking for my approval.
You acknowledge me with a wink and return to your activities.

She breaks from your grip and leans back, propping her arms against the table.
You reposition yourself, remove her heels and rest her feet against your shoulders,
I watch as you rise from your seat, run your hands along her curves and cradle her face in one hand;
the other hand slides between her legs and you gently part her lips, dipping a finger into her wet honey pot.

My imagination takes me to a place where I’m next to you and your feeding me with her honey, one finger at a time.
It’s all I can do to sit and watch patiently from the sideline, and just as you let her taste her own nectar I begin to squirm in my seat.
My movement catches your attention and as you turn in my direction I let my legs part revealing my glistening cunt,
my hand  slides down to rest against it and you watch as I part my swollen lips and begin rubbing my clit.

Seeing that I’m turned on by the events unfolding before my eyes, you return to her and find that she has laid back against the table.
You lean forward and slide your hands under her ass as you lift her dripping cunt to your face,
your tongue flicks and teases her clit until you decide to plunge it deep inside of her,
she lets out a whimper and grinds herself against your face,
you allow a hand to slide toward the crack of her ass pushing your thumb against her ass cunt.

Her body begins to tense as a quake of several orgasms takes over her body, her honey now dripping off your chin.
She sits up, kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear once more – you smile at her words.
As she gathers her clothing and joins her husband across the room, you motion for me to join you.
As I take the seat next to you, you tell me that she wanted you to share her honey – and I greedily lick your face clean.

The other couple joins us at the booth, the three of us sharing different details of how the night had been planned,
and that a hotel room waited for us just around the corner. Your still exposed cock tells us that your ready to continue the evening.
As we gather ourselves together and exit the bar, you stop and ask; and your name is?