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I never in my wildest dreams could understand a person that would be around those people who bring the worse out of themselves. If a person knows that they have a drinking problem and continue to be around those who drink and bring them down. But there are a lot of things in this lifetime that we will and have questioned other people’s actions. Just as I have given you this example, I question myself in why would I want to give swinger parties are attend them when I know that I have a weakness with it. And on the flip-side of that which is highly oxymoron. I can not stand to be around sexually aggressive men and women that will not let up on the pursuing and speaking of it all the time . And again as I state before, I do not enjoy the dark side that comes out in the sexual genre. (the sickening things…rape, molestation, beatings, etc., etc., and other things)
When I had attended “Johns” swinger party, I was now motivated that I too could be good as he was in making money. That I would put a huge and different entire twist to this “swingers game” Before I had gone back over to the dark side, knowing fully well in the recesses of my mind that I had gotten out of the entertainment business twice because it had consumed me like fire. I had to again go and prove that I could handle it.
A co-worker of mine has a business where she was a consultant selling adult toys. I had told her that I would host a party. She was eager to plan the party with me. However me being the person that I am, loving so gingerly entertaining and hosting small or large gatherings. I once a VP of Marketing & promotions for a record label and I was taught by a brilliant and astute man that showed me even more in genius ways to promote and market myself and my business. Of course was when I had started MP Entertainment. And when you get two creative minds together it is extremely explosive! So now that I had prior experience with my own ideas, my own business, and the music business I once was (so I thought) ready to concur the same thing that got under my skin. Why not? .
MY FIRST PARTY
The more I sat and thought about it, I didn’t want a house full of women just sitting there at the presentation being shown dildos or lubricants. I wanted to have a bang out time and leave an impression upon everyone. And I did. At first I was going to have male exotic performers, but decided against that because I didn’t want the bother and I was not going to pay. Male strippers have never been something I have or had been into. Then I decided to have female strippers, and I decided against that. A masquerade Mardi Gras party! My entire guest had to wear mask and black or you could not get in. And I decorated my home like the French Quarters. I made up all sorts of games that we would all play. And this required everyone to participate. Upstairs in my bedrooms I had fresh towels, liquid soap, mouth wash, and condoms set out on the counters. My place was lit up with red lights, and I later found out that there was at least 40% of my guest who were attending their first swinger’s party. It was indeed a blast! There was a masseuse on deck to give chair massages, a person selling your toys, and you had a fully stocked bar and all types of finger foods, deserts, hor derves, and great music.
I made $380 that night, which wasn’t bad. But I was in the hole. I had spent money on food alcohol, supplies to create and make my own decorations. Plus there were the party favors and the materials purchased to create the games.
I never went upstairs to see the action, I didn’t want to see any of my co-workers in that light and have that memory embedded in my brain every time I saw them. And I was asked to come watch and get involved…nope. If I wanted to get involve with such illicit fun, I knew where I could go. This was business. And as I stated before, I can be and just as eccentric with my thoughts and views of having a great time. I didn’t like to things like that with people who were in my circle. Why should I let anyone know how eccentric I am? Would or should any woman feel wonderful if a man just so may happens to speak to some co-workers, buddies, or anyone else about the rendezvous they had with you?
Three weeks had gone by, and I was thinking if the first Swinger party was a huge success, (meaning everyone called and spoke of how they had a nice time) then I should go ahead and have another one. This one was going to be called “Hollywood Swingers” all of my guest would have celebrity names, and I would make games different from the last one. And I would have everyone wear red and black. My bar (literally) was stocked; the music was coming through the surround sound. I chose only to serve finger food snacks. I had too much food left over from the last time.
I was dating a man that was from a very exotic island and had the sexiest accent I had ever heard. He was 6’4, and when we first spoke I thought he was from London, I was really trying to figure it out. However it was a British accent. Once I got to know him, I told him I had thrown a party before. And that this was going to be my hustle. Some time had gone by since the last party I had given. And when I met “Sean” we had been dating for about three weeks, close to four.
Sean was excited, he had never been in are around this type of crowd. And he wanted to experience the dark side. I had a female stripper for this party. Sean took me to the store helped me get everything for the party. Decorations, liquor, face cloths that I could dispose or wash again. He was so excited. I was excited for him. Of course, he was ready to see the indulging lust that people were so easy to get involved in.
The party had a different set of people there. I may have had one person there that was from the last party. This party was very nice, so I was feeling I was now getting in to the swing if you will. I was sucked up, back into the life of my “I can do this” mode. Please understand when anyone knows they have a problem. Some of us feel that we can be in control of the negative environment and not get caught up. Now with me, I am not a heavy drinker, never been a hard-core drug user. And a lot of drugs that people have tried, I have not tried. I’m not weak for any man that delivers great sex and I will get caught up in any abusive type behavior from anyone. It does not matter how wonderful a lover. And you also can not have sexual relations with any and all all of the time. For me it is having the right person than you can be with. Knowing that getting back in this business for the third time was not good for me. But who was there to tell me but me that I would not be able to handle it. I had the experience, I knew what to expect, I had been around it all before.
I had noticed that in giving these parties I had begin to stress myself out. I was so much more acting as if this was a club event. i.e. treating it as if I again in the “entertainment business” the creative décor, food, liquor, creative games my job, fliers, promotions by any means necessary. I had begun to make this a job. I was giving these parties the same weekend I got paid from my 9 to 5.
I was also beginning to think more and more so out of the box. I began to have more and more fantasies of what I wanted, it seemed I could not get enough sex from the lover I had. And if he was not available I was angry, pouting like a two year old. And then it began the decline to my addiction. I began to release my sexual aura to others, I flirted, I laughed, I was always coiffed, I became a “super siren” And I could not be without a man in my life to have sex with. I at this time preferred one lover who would be my steady, but it was not uncommon for me to go to someone else who could do me justice.
I was hunting, and now I had began to pull people to my side of the world, the sensual and seductive side of my world. It was also at this time that dating “Sean” was no longer working for me. I had begun to a certain extent placing him as my slave. (Meaning he was just a pawn) My sexual energy and attraction had worn off. However, I was always nice giving and very polite to Sean. So overwhelming in fact, he felt he could not be the type of man that I deserved. He cried, wow! So we decided to be friends. And now this led me to quickly find a suitor to fit my needs.
Now steps in my ex whom I kept calling and speaking to telling him how wonderful the parties I had been given had turned out. He came to the “Hollywood Swingers” party. And thought just as others did that there would be nude people walking around; people would be having sex when you walked in the front door. It was none of that. You were invited by laughs, talking, me hosting a game show, great music and wonderful hor derves. It was an adult kiddy party.
I will call him “Chris” Chris was always asked by his unfaithful brother to come and have fun with him and go to the strip clubs and swinger parties. But Chris had always refused; he was married at the time. Though he did admit to me he took on three lovers outside of his marriage. At this point and time, I had never really met any men that were faithful to their wives or fully committed to any woman.
The social networking that went on at my gatherings was absolutely amazing! And this was one of the things that I came to love and hate about Atlanta at the same time.
So now I had sucked Chris in my world, a world that was extremely sexually emotional for some. For me this was not the case. It was say and do as much as you can and push the envelope as far as you can. Chris had already experienced me as a lover; however he was leery of doing all the exotic things I liked. He was very hesitant. And would always say, “Oh my gosh! You are so wild and freaky. You want to do things I have never done before.” Chris was green, and he is seven years older than me. He had been married for sixteen years. And had no open-mindedness when it came to sex at all.
These were the men I loved to have in my cipher. I wanted to turn a man out anyway that I could. And I was getting more and more caught up as the days worn on it seemed. And with this addiction the Sexy Siren wanted to make sure she had suitors, loyal and faithful suitors that would give her her way. And Chris wanted to, and did, and was going to give me what I wanted.
I now had pulled him, he wanted to be partner, he ran errands just as Sean did, and he was more than happy to play the games and network. He was so curious in doing and seeing. But very scared, needless to say I had him watching and participating at other functions. Twice that we both went, he decided that he no longer wanted to do it. Sharing was not something he was able to do and then watch. But he could be unfaithful (in his marriage) go figure Chris and Sean were slightly insecure of who I was, this charismatic woman who always attracted people to her. And they both knew and experienced men watching and speaking to me at various times which they felt disrespected. And I agreed, but remember this is an erotic city. Not too much respect for any persons feelings when you have one goal and purpose in mind.
Even in my warped trend of thinking did I not understand why anyone would be open to experiencing sex and having it as much as possible. I was not in to pedophilia, bestiality, a pervert that watched people through windows; I was not into beating someone or being beat for that matter. I just wanted some adventure in my sexual experiences. And there were persons that were not into such, though Chris loved my ferocious appetite and the wonderful things I wanted to do. He was still conservative.
I have to give you episode six next week. Until then, keep an open mind. Stay strong in the right convictions. And don’t be so easy to get caught up.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
Thursday, June 18, 2009
EPISODE FOUR-SWINGERS CONTINUED
SWINGERS CONTINUED
Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.
Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.
Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?
The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.
When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”
I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?
This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!
When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.
Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.
There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.
I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?
They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.
They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.
The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!
At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.
This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.
But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.
That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.
Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.
Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?
The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.
When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”
I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?
This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!
When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.
Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.
There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.
I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?
They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.
They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.
The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!
At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.
This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.
But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.
That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
EPISODE FOUR -SWINGERS CONTINUED
EROTIC CITIES THE FLIP-SIDE
THE DIRTY DIRTY SOUTH
EPISODE FOUR
SWINGERS CONTINUED
Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.
Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.
Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?
The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.
When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”
I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?
This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!
When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.
Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.
There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.
I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?
They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.
They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.
The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!
At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.
This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.
But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.
That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
THE DIRTY DIRTY SOUTH
EPISODE FOUR
SWINGERS CONTINUED
Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.
Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.
Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?
The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.
When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”
I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?
This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!
When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.
Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.
There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.
I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?
They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.
They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.
The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!
At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.
This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.
But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.
That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
EPISODE FOUR -SWINGERS CONTINUED
SWINGERS CONTINUED
Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.
Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.
Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?
The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.
When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”
I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?
This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!
When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.
Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.
There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.
I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?
They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.
They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.
The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!
At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.
This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.
But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.
That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
Swinging is nothing new, orgies is what they are called. However swingers are those who live openly with their mate if they have one. They have a clear understanding that they can host parties themselves, or go to parties and their spouse or significant other can have sex with anyone they want to. Seems like a great arrangement if you truly have a partner that is not insecure and has just as an open mind as you are. You can have as many men and women as you can stand and go home and be happy! Sounds good doesn’t it! And if it works for you, then I say go for it.
Now there was one day that a very close friend of mine and I were sitting in her living room. I was on the laptop looking up some things and I said, “You know I want to go see what a swingers club is like.” She said, “Look on the internet and see if you can find a place we can go to. I want to see what it is like too.” We went, and it was very have eerie and different, all these people were here to have sex! And it felt as if I was on an auction block. My girlfriend, myself, and one of my ex’s had come along; he drove us to our destination.
Though we did not participate, my ex was all engrossed at the party. I had found myself going to these swingers set two more times, and still I did not participate. Is it because it was so dark and eerie there? I think so, and after that, I had never gone back. It was not my cup of tea, or was it?
The company I had worked for was experiencing a seasonal down time. And when they had this seasonal down time the company would send people home because it was slow. I was on the list to be sent home early as so were others. One of my co-workers had offered me a ride to the train station. As we drove the streets of Atlanta, she asked me if I would mind if she stopped by her father’s house with her. I had no pressing engagements at the time, so as we talked and shared we soon pulled up in front of her father’s home.
When we pulled up I was so impressed by the outside of the home, and even more impressed with the décor of the inside. Her father and his significant other were warm welcoming and inviting. I felt a different energy when he looked at me or spoke to me. At the time I could not place my finger on it. But he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, well not that comfortable. Was his significant other feeling the strange vibes I was feeling?
Later there was a younger gentleman that had come into the house. Not an appealing man, well not to me. However he was impeccably dressed and when he came into the sunroom which we were all sitting. He handed me a flier, I looked at it. And it was a flier to come out to a “meet & greet” I see that the flier had a woman and a man on it. So I instantly I saw the red flag and instantly knew that it was for an adult party. A swinger’s party! I had told my co-workers father and the gentleman that I was not interested in coming. My co-workers father said that I would really have a good time. And this was just a meet and greet. I never knew that there were gatherings that were hosted for such events. A meet and greet is not the place that the party would be held at. It was an event where you could warm up, “get to know” the person you were attracted to and have sex with. And to meet the people that attend the parties and were apart of the “social network group”
I really didn’t know how to feel at this point. Was I being scouted out? Was I again being placed on an auction block for someone else’s pleasure? Did I not feel an overwhelming dysfunction when I started my job with all the men that seemed to come from nowhere pursuing me for sex? Was this ever going to stop?
This is when I now understood why my co-workers father was putting the indifferent energy in the air. One that I could not place a finger on at that moment. He and his significant other of more than four years were into sharing!
When we left and were now in the car was when my co-worker explained what her father was about and the money that he had made by giving these parties. She also revealed that she had a dislike for his lifestyle. But she loved him none the less. Funny, because if she was in such array of what her father was doing. And had painted herself to be such an angel, positive, politically correct. She may have not approved of what he was doing. But she was a bit rambunctious herself, she had three affairs at the company and was there for a very short time. Less than three months, and she also had a dislike for sleeping with women is what she had stated to me. But then on the other hand, (and there is that saying never let the right hand know what the left hand is doing) she had a lust for women as well, group sex and she was also prostituted by one of the male co-workers for his out of town guest! Of course this was something I later found out. Much later.
Follow me when I say this, everyone seemed to have some sort of part-time job, hustle (which they were not illegal) in the city of Atlanta. Some were promoters, IT field, made or sold clothing, landscapers, business consultants, repairmen. So it seems everyone had a way of making extra money.
There of course is a part two to all of this. Again I rode with my co-worker to her dad’s house because she wanted to pick up a package from her fathers home. I was not bothered by going over there again, it was exactly two weeks to the date that I had my first visit and met her father. When I walked in the door the greeting was much more different than the last. The last meeting her father and significant other told me of all the things they were involved in, the people that they knew, how wonderful Atlanta was, and that me being a writer they could introduce me to a lot of people that could assist me with publishing my book and how I could pay for my own barcode and copyrights that were on all books. So my first visit was not about the “meet and greet” This was after we had an informative conversation.
I was first greeted by my co-workers father, he was all smiles and in a very upbeat mood. So was his significant other. This was the night of their event, their “party” they hosted twice a month. Now to be very honest with you, I had now been in Atlanta for almost a year. And I was trying to figure out how could I make “extra money” and because so many people were sex driven here. I was thinking of doing the same thing as the Romans were doing. Host swinger parties, why not? I am a very creative person, my parties were going to be adult kiddy parties with themes, adult games, food, and you could buy your drinks at my bar. I would be the Bob Barker of the party. Like a cheerleader, I was not interested in watching nor participating, I just wanted the money. Do you see now how I was now being pulled without thought to my present discomfort and drug (sex)?
They were both so excited, and this is when my co-workers father said, “You should come by tonight. Trust me that you will have a great time.” My reply was, “I do not have any money.” “Don’t worry you will be my guest, and I will make sure that you get home.” I was now interested in coming, I wanted to see of his party was any different from the party I had gone to before. So I went home, showered and dressed down. Nothing too flashy, and I didn’t wear any revealing clothes at all. I purposely dressed down, the reason why because I was only going to kick back and observe.
They did not allow smoking in the house, so they let their guest smoke in the sunroom. I sat there most of the night, well all of the night. As I walked in people were already there. And it was about maybe fifteen or so people there already. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink, spoke and went into the sunroom. I knew now that, let me give him a name, “John” (my co-workers father) wanted to have sex with me.
The sunroom was directly off of the foyer by the front door. And it seemed that the doorbell rang if not every five minutes then it was ten. People were all smiles, happy to be there. They were coming in droves! I sat back and was now counting the money, I was no longer interested in watching a show, and no longer thinking of this was a den of lust. John had to have made $1,500 or more from this party. And as I sat there listening and observing watching people smoke and drink. I was amazed at how comfortable these people were, this was not how it was when I went to the swinger’s party back home. This seemed more like a house party of sort. There was music playing at an acceptable volume, people seemed to be very familiar with one another, no one was looking at anyone as if they were a piece of meet. Hmm I thought, this is very different, and now my mind was moving quickly. I can do this and add my own flair with this. If these people are greedy to have hot sex on a platter, then I will give it to them!
At this point and time I had now officially stepped into the sexual circuit. Let me say this, I have been behind the scenes of the entertainment business. I started a business with exotic performers, models, and escorting business. Which turned more into a business in where I provided extras for TV shows, and models for different events. I was now linked in with Personal assistants, and various popular cable shows. They were now all calling my phone. I have even provided girls for recording artist music videos. I went into this business feeling, thinking that I had a chance to put some decorum in this business. No prostitutes, no disrespect for the women that worked with me. Most were highly intelligent young women. However, after a very short time in the business I had started I was now overwhelmed by the drugs, drinking, loose sex, having to mother the young girls it seems all the time. I had promoted to different people and businesses. So it was at his time that I had now started going to lesbian bars, had now befriended gay men who helped me in my business. And soon was going to gay bars and clubs with men, and with my female associates.
This opened up so many doors, eyes, truths and experience. I was open with my sexuality, comfortable with my fetishes and fantasies. However, I was not one to exhibit things so publicly. So throwing myself and exhibiting raw behavior around a lot of people was never my thing. Affection and sneaking off somewhere in a secluded place was more my thing. The thrill of getting caught, being spontaneous with my lover and adventuress.
But too much sexual aggression is overwhelming for me. Only because I have been a victim of rape and a child who was molested by a neighbor and my cousin. My parents knew none of this was going on. So they say, therapist that is. That most people who have been in that position either reframe from sex or become overly zealous with it. I was the one who became over zealous with it. But if I felt that you were coming on too strong as the men did here in Erotic City of Atlanta. I was turned off and felt violated.
That is my time again, it seems as if it goes so fast. However, I will as usual pick up from whence I have left off.
Just Toy
5/2009
www.justtoywrittenexpressions.com
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