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This site is dedicated to the Swinging Lifestyle in New England. Life is short and sex is fun! Having to work Monday through Friday at your 40+ hour a week job is a drag! By the time the weekend comes around you have earned a little excitement. If you are a church goer, it gives Jesus one hell of a story on Sunday morning while you bless yourself and blush.
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Saturday, May 19, 2018

If You're Happy and You Know it Use Your Hand!


It's your friendly booze jockey Charles the Bartender back behind the keyboard once again! It has been a bit of hiatus for me here. Nothing to be concerned about as my great Australian friend Dr. Bruce Northcote would say being a "slack bastard." Well said Bruce....So it's been since late November 2015 that you all have heard from me last and so as you might imagine I have a lot of fuel for the fire ready to poor out of my brain down to my fingertips and all over this keyboard. What a joyous mess it will be!

Let's kick it off by something we are all comfortable talking about, religion and masturbation... Those crazy Catholics say that Masturbation is a sin. This could be a big reason why I am no longer a Catholic. They say you must repent at once! If you fail to repent you will be sent to an eternal damnation with the rest of the fornicators. Personally, I think the Catholics really need to get together with Heavens marketing department because so far they really aren't presenting a convincing argument for me. I mean I have friends that go to Sex Addicts Anonymous meetings just hoping to catch a few that will eventually fall off the wagon. "Eternal damnation with the rest of the fornicators" just sounds like an extended stay at Spring Break in the Bahamas to me! Thanks for the advice Catholic Church. Now if you wouldn't mind locking the door before you leave so my kids don't walk in on me mid-stroke it would be greatly appreciated. If you really want to endear yourself to me feel free to have a hot moist towel and a medium cheese pizza delivered. However all this talk about stop and repent just sounds like the words of someone that gives up way to easily. I am not a quitter!

Don't get me wrong here, I will apologize till the cows come home. I'll even give those looking down on me a little heads up and avert your eyes warning if it helps. I commonly say I sometimes feel like my Meme and Poppop are looking down on me and my family especially when things go in our favor however I'm pretty certain that the monitoring is a full time job and hopefully they are taking shifts. If they ever read any of this mess I would like to let them know they might want to take a coffee break between 11pm and midnight on a fairly nightly basis. I am currently shuttering at the thought of my Poppop looking down on me and saying in his monotone Eyore sounding voice just like when he taught me how to tie my shoes "Charley, you're doing it all wrong..." Or even worse my Meme asking my grandfather why I look so angry?

Possibly a better idea is to get the Catholics marketing department together with the Muslims. Let's face facts in this day and age we are all looking for a great bargain here or in the afterlife. The Muslims marketing team is so good they are making people off themselves to the tune of a promise of 72 virgins. This is something I would really want promised in writing because if it where me and it turned out to be a bait and switch, someone would have hell to pay. Coincidentally, these guys must really be all about quantity and not so much quality. Have you ever thought what 72 virgins must look like? I'm thinking it looks a lot like The Giggly Room Gentlemen's Club at high noon on Tuesday's nickel beer and buffet night. All I can picture is limps and lazy eyes as far as the black lights allow you to see.

So back the matter at hand... See what I did there? We all do it at some point in our life. Most of us start pretty young and this is the beginning of our entire sex life. Even my daughter at the ripe age of 8 asked me why it tingles when she scratches it? Go ahead and show me where in the parenting handbook where it tells a Dad how to answer that question. Masturbation for most of us starts as a right of passage. Sort of like minor league baseball. Practice and game simulations till we are ready for the big leagues. The only problem here is that the game simulators are just not a real testament to what we as young virgins are about to see in the field. Porn that we find on the Internet is so misleading and there is absolutely nothing that will prepare you for the ultimate moment when you are presented with her ass in the air and a promise of good things to come and all you can see is a huge pimple that needs to be popped! Again there is no handbook that tells you what to do first here or how to proceed however I can tell you that whatever you do next will drastically alter the course of the rest of your existence. Proceed with caution my weary traveler! In my day all we had was reality to go on. Al Gore had yet to give us the internet and the best reference material we had was the Sears catalog. Now all kids have to do is go to Sears.com. Lucky little bastards.

Allow me to real it back in here.  A possible solution for the church here is maybe something like a frequent strokers card. After the 7th stroke session the 8th one is a freebee. No repenting needed! So long as you're not hurting anyone or twisting one off on the subway on the morning commute I say no harm, no foul. There are so many other issues the church could be concerned with. Who cares if little Johnny 5 fingers is having a tug session with his one eyed bandit. My thought here is if the church allowed it we wouldn't have some of the sexual misconduct we have seen in the recent past. I say throw the entire congregation a curveball and next Sunday make the sermon all for the rub one out cause. I bet people go home with a goal in mind and actually listen to what the Padre has to say. Alright maybe that is a bit much. However we all do it, so I say be proud and do it up! Speak to any lady and they will tell you how to do it right. They romance themselves. A glass of wine, a bubble bath, candles and maybe even some music. Not like us guys where we do it in a cloud of shame. A dark room, headphones and a dirty rag. Fellas we have to up our game. Why wouldn't you do it? Because some mythical dude you never met says, do it and you won't be allowed in my eternity club? It relieves stress, headaches and gives you a healthy glow! The only other person to tell me not to was my college roommate. He only told me I shouldn't do it so much or else I would go blind. To which my answer was, "hey I'm over here!!"

So what does the Church want us to use as an alternative? Unprotected sex or complete abstinence... uhhh is there a 3rd choice? Far too many have tried and failed the hope rhythm and prayer method. I'm already a shitty gambler. Do we really want a bunch of mixed bag mutts with my sense of style and lack of intellect, not to mention. smart ass mentality roaming this earth and draining the Social Security fund?  Thank goodness the 3 I have already have took on most of their Mothers traits. Every time I look at my kids standardized test scores, I start asking fidelity questions of when we were married! I love those kids with all my heart and I have raised them pretty well, but really look at me and I don't wish that on many. Abstinence might have been a valid argument before the invention of the razor blade. I can only imagine that prior to the Bic that whole area must have just looked like a hungry Sasquatch. Now the vagina is a pretty little garden. That is a whole other post for another day.

My point here is the striking down of the five knuckle shuffle is an antiquated ideology. The people that don't do it or even wont admit to it are the same people that tell you they have never been to a McDonalds, shopped at a Walmart or don't own a TV. They are not to be trusted! We should add them to the same category as Al Qaeda. Take them all out of their homes, perform a very heavy handed strip search, Test them for illegal substances and check for weapons of mass destruction. If nothing is found send their ass to Syria or somewhere of the like because they are of no use to the furthering of our society here in America. Side note: I expect the Trump Presidential committee to come knocking any day now.

Let's put a pretty bow on this and bring it all home. Masturbation is a wonderful! I say do it proud and do it loud. Scream your own name. I say do it while you can because when you're old and gray and ready to meet your maker at least you will go feeling a little sleepy, happy and knowing you used up all the rounds left in your chamber. Now you can start working on a few of those virgins...

Cheers!

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

1st Time with Another Woman



It really has not been that long since the first time I ever had sex with another woman. I had never thought of it as revolting or anything like that. And in fact by the time I first did it I had fantasized about it and actually once made an attempt at it.

Right after college I rented an apartment in New Orleans with one of my three closest friends, Rhonda, a sorority sister from college. Our next door neighbors was a lesbian couple close to our age. Rhonda and I became good friends with them and we hung out together some. Both of the next door lesbians were very pretty, one especially. And Rhonda and I thought it might be fun to experiment with each other.

So one night when Rhonda and I had been drinking we thought we would try lesbian sex. We started to kiss but really couldn’t pull it off, both ending up laughing so hard. We decided that we were just like sisters so any attempt between us just wouldn’t work.

There were no other opportunities over the next couple of years as I was involved with one guy after another. Then my boyfriend at the time asked me to go to this lake house for weekend with some other couples he knew. I had met one of the couples and liked them. He and I had just started a sexual relationship and they all planned to do some water skiing which I love to do, so I accepted.

There were two other couples, one of which was married, and we all settled our things into our rooms once we arrived, cooked steaks on the grill for dinner and then went for an evening boat ride, and drinking several glasses of wine out on the lake. We had a good time and a lot of laughs boating and finally returned to the house where the men took up to drinking Scotch and smoking cigars out on the deck that overlooked the water. And we ladies sat inside drinking more wine talking and getting to know one another better.

The wine followed by the scotch had the boys ready to sack out before long and it was just us girls, Wynona, who was married, Lydia and myself. Lydia soon was ready to doze off and joined her boyfriend in their bedroom leaving just me and Wynona still sitting in the den talking. Wynona was very pretty, strawberry blond, sexy figure and twenty-seven years old, two years older than me at the time.

I was enthralled with her life story. She had put herself through college as a stripper and told me about a serious lesbian girlfriend she had in those days before she met her husband. I was very tipsy by this time and told her that I had never been with another woman but had fantasized about it. She seemed to be very inquisitive about that. Wynona told me how pretty and sexy she thought I was and I told her that she was too.

In a few minutes she softly took my hand and said, “Girl, come with me.”

I allowed Wynona to take my hand and lead me down stairs where there was one empty bedroom. She eased the door closed behind us and stood with her big blue eyes inches from mine. At that moment I felt so attracted to her. Within seconds we found ourselves in a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues were intertwined in a playful erotic duel. Her hands caressing my face and her fingers then running through my hair. I was so excited and nervous, feeling extreme sexual arousal.

Wynona pulled me over to the bed and we lay down next to each other still embraced in passionate deep kisses. I felt her fingers unbuttoning my blouse and I said, “I can get that.”

I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra as Wynona did the same and then she stood up and pulled her shorts and panties off. I watched nervously as her little trim blondish red patch appeared. My heart was racing! Then I started removing my shorts and panties nervous about what she thought of me naked.


I was completely shaved at the time and Wynona looked at me with a seductive little sexy smile and said, “mmmm I love a sweet little bare beaver!” She wrinkled her nose in a little cute laugh and pulled me to her and we kissed.

Still kissing we were squeezing and pinching each other’s nipples as our hands both wandered south. Finally her fingers reached my pussy and perfectly surrounded my clit and slid up and down my wet labia. My hand found its way to Wynona’s pussy. She was very wet like me. After a few minutes using our fingers for pleasurable foreplay Wynona made her way down my body, first kissing my neck then my breasts slowly down my belly until her soft sensual mouth found my clit.

Wynona’s tongue worked miracles as she flicked it back and forth on and around my clit, sucked and licked my now extremely wet labia. She used her fingers spreading my labia apart while her tongue made wonderful love to me. I soon found myself having an incredible orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes. Then I knew it was my turn to return the favor to Wynona as she rolled over on her back for me to pleasure her.



I kissed her soft lips tasting my own pussy on her lips and tongue. Next I kissed down her neck, sucked her erect nipples and fondled them, then let my tongue slowly slide down her belly, all the time keeping my eyes on her facial expressions which denoted pure pleasure. This was my first time making love to another woman and I found myself enthralled with erotic excitement. Finally my tongue reached Wynona’s pussy. As I started to lick her I savored this first taste of another woman’s pussy. I was familiar with the taste of mine from wetting my fingers during masturbation many times but now my tongue was licking another woman’s labia.

I started slowly licking around her clit, teasing it, licking at it with my tongue then found myself licking her all over and teasing, pleasuring her clit. I spread her labia apart and licked her. She was so wet my lips, mouth, chin and fingers were covered in her love juices. I noticed that Wynona was squeezing her own nipples and using one hand to pull at her own hair as she moaned and twisted while I licked at her. I kept licking and working my tongue around her clit until finally she spasmed and started to orgasm. I so enjoyed watching her squirm during that the first orgasm I ever gave to another woman.

We then lay cuddled together in silence on that bed for several minutes. I finally told Wynona that we better get up before we fall asleep and the others find us naked cuddled up on the bed in the morning. Wynona laughed and agreed. So we quietly left and went to our bedrooms. I found my boyfriend sound asleep slightly snoring and crawled into bed with him.

In the morning My boyfriend and I enjoyed a quickie fuck before joining the others for breakfast and a day of boating, skiing and drinking on the lake. Wynona and I didn’t have a chance for another get together that weekend but since we lived in the same city we had a few “girls night out drinking parties” that resulted in discreet encounters over the next year until her husband got a great new job opportunity and they moved several hours away.