Pendulums

Well, some time off from Blogging in Fancies and a bit of re-preparation to my head space with public space has seen me return to the Fuckery for another post. Like many people who openly express themselves in a public forum, the risk of being crucified for what you think is alive and well in the past-times of the mob, and so I have kept a relatively low profile and made sure I put on my "egg shell" proof Demi Pointes in order to, as Johnny Cash would resound, "walk the line".

2008 was a year of heightened states of existence, either deep lows or satisfying highs. I don't want to revisit some of the lows although the consequences linger on to 2009 for some of them, and I'm trying to over-look it all as a sad fact of the thing we do called living, this thing we do, this living. Try and be philosophical, often personal tragedy puts a person back on track (whatever that is) or at least stops the ripples enough to experience some productive reflection.

I have had the pleasure of some intriguing brothel experiences this year. I used up the half hour session given to me by Sabine for Christmas. I've been embracing good bordello atmospheres and bettering my understanding of the essential importance of this oldest profession from the perspective of a client. I am making quiet progress.

At the moment I am feeling like I have very little to lose, and perhaps that is because over the past two years I was getting too much into the "pauvre type" as Henry De Montherlant writes, the public persona that is very different from what privately motivates and operates within us. So lots of things have been happening, I have received an award for one of my films, released a spoken word track, and recently had the satisfaction of knowing a distributor has picked up the new wave erotic feature by Anna Brownfield "The Band". If you are so inclined you can view the trailer here. I have posted the poster below, I'm the rocker in the center of the bed! New Romantic Emo Skater Boy with a penchant for masturbating in vans and doing devious things with dildos.



All that aside, let me share with you a recent swinging activity that is interesting as well as amative in its fuckery.

Last night I had the exceptional honor accompanying a girl I had known in High School to a swinger's party. We had been friends in my last year of High School and then both sort of exfiltrate from our friendship and only recently (fifteen years later) had caught up at the Attractions Erotic Ball on my Birthday with a group of six, myself, Sabine, Kacy and her husband, as well as two other friends. I shall call her not Kacy as I previously did but as Freiheit which is her profile name on Life begins with the Dirty Thirties.


She was seeking something to engage in at the end of the week and I suggested attending a party. She had already mentioned the idea of a swinger's party but when I responded that I knew of several parties on Friday night, and that Sabine would likely be not attending, I wondered if I had miscommunicated somewhat. The reason for Sabine not attending has to do with a progression of our exploration into Polymory, which over the past year has been in dribs and drabs discussed amongst busy home and work lives.

I was excited by the prospect of this play as over the past couple of years have had some very rewarding and charming play experiences with people I know better then the fly by night swingers who although are good undressed company, there is always that gap where more intriguing and experimental possibilities are further away from being possible. If you can't begin deconstructing things sexually then how can you build new things?

This adventure was to prove of more interest and sexual allurement because of the history, the fact that Freiheit and I had known each other so long ago, who could possibly have imagined we'd arrive at a similar destination, fucking? Both with respective partners, children, and a time-line of life experience each to our own. There you go though, as life should be with delightful and remarkable twists and turns. Sabine had been very wonderful about this experience as someone could easily be wary of a united past in the intimate sense, but I guess having briefly played lighty before, there was some confidence that the encounter wasn't a "loaded" one.

So Freiheit turns up, giving me a call from outside my house just in case it wasn't the right house - it was the right house as it turns out as it was me who opened the door. She wore pre-swinging clothes, and as it turns out her outfit for going to the party was also different from the outfit at the party, so in essence she walked out the door with me wearing a kind of anti-outfit. Knee highs and a sleek "coat" that fitted snug where eyes may wander and often do.

Our Taxi ride over was fairly swift and I purposefully asked our driver to stop a little while away from the party in order to check in with Freiheit and discuss a few aspects of the environment we were about to enter.

We were sitting in the smoking room swapping some stories about work when I puckered up and said, "Why are we talking about work when we should be talking about sex", what I meant was let's take advantage of our surroundings and drift steadily forward to some play. There were some friendly people there, notably a playwright and his girlfriend and a Truckie who had a montage of Betty Page tattooed to his leg thigh.

Then play began in the "red room" dubbed so because of its pervading red tint caused by the lighting. Freiheit and I stood up close to each other and kissed, allowing for hands to scuttle in and out of the inclines of our bodies. Bit by bit layers were discarded although all I was wearing was a pair of 1970's Puma Tennis shorts, and so down they went. I let my cock nestle up against Freiheit, it often likes attention so having her hand stroking it was making it purr from perineum to tip. A likely crowd was gathering against the peripherals of our play, although we didn't intend to exclude anyone from our first dabble it just so happened once we got into it we simply let our indulgences dote on each other.

Soon we were no longer perpendicular but undressed and entangled on the mattress, it wasn't long before I crouched over the condom bowl, plucked a little rubber from the heap, rolled it on and had it lured inside by Freiheit's panting cunt. The initial punt deep inside was almost representative of a continuum of time between us, from the days we spent in High School visiting each other, rehearsing in plays, deep and meaningful conversations that partook of tea and time, mutual acquaintances and now this fifteen year later reunion of not just our selves but our genitals. It must be said that by chance we had developed similar attitudes to sex, and still retained broader visions of life not yet (Hopefully never to be) quashed by aging conservatism and narrow-minded sensibilities. Hence we were at this party fucking away, instead of passing the time in nostalgia with tea and biscuits.

As I previously mentioned, it has been hard for me over the past year. I have only just begun to regain theoretical positions on my life in the most holistic sense. I have been flattened by the mediocrity of society, I have had my morale tied to a couple of bricks and plunged into the sea of inner banality, I have been stung by contempt for my own frustrations and ideals, and I have festered in depressions more brutal then any I have experienced before. Only in the past four months have I had clear enough head to re-establish my principles, fence them to protect them from being damaged by the drudgery of a routine world, and mulched progress into them in order to make new ground.

Not to say i haven't experienced pleasure or not kept my balance entirely, but there were one or two times I truly did fall. It happens. Life is not an Excel spreadsheet with macros enabled.

So by this stage we were banging hard at it - I like to cast my imagination from participant to spectator and create an image of Freiheit's arse pitching up and down to each plunge of my cock. She was quite vocal with each wave of lust, and after briefly fucking from behind we found ourselves surrounded by a couple of guys, all vying for some kind of inclusion. Freihiet allowed them to play a little while, a bit of cock sucking and fingering before we both communicated that a break and cigarette for me would be desirable. So that was our first proper play in fifteen years.

It is odd because all those years ago, Freihiet lost her virginity to my best friend and in a recent exchange of communication she expressed the wonder of what it would have been like had she lost it with me. That I cannot answer. I am friends on Facebook with the girl I lost my virginity to, and she to me, and must of dated for about a year when I was fourteen. We are in sporadic communication, as Facebook seems more about poking one's nose into the lives of others then actually establishing deeper roots of rapport. I suppose ultimately Freihiet and I established deeper roots in the way we went about catching up, if you excuse the obvious pun involved in that declaration.

However, if we had gotten together all those years ago who really knows where it would have gone. The early years is about change and I suppose that encounters had in those years are as much victims of change as they are about writing ones own history. I have seven ex-girlfriends as friends on Facebook and I can attest that all of them lead very different lives from me now and most would not likely attend a swinger's party with me these days. Not to say in the past there has not been over-lapping hook-ups and reunions in sexual ways, but I think from where I stand now in my own relationship and what I am working towards in my life that the circumstances would require a very liberal and free thinking individual to involve themselves in it.

So Freihiet and I sat for a while until she got up and mingled with other people. I stayed chatting with the playwright and the Truckie. I decided after a drink and cigarette or two that I might go and source out some play with another couple. I was in one room watching two couples on the mattresses mucking about when an older gentlemen told me he really enjoyed my earlier session with Freihiet, I made some courteous response to him before reclining on the mattress watching a couple close up. As I had entered that room I noticed that Freihiet was busily snogging a Sri-Lankan man on a couch in front of a large television screen showing porn. It wasn't long before I noticed them pass the doorway of where I was. Freihiet motioned me to join them but I said that I would in a little while. I was still soaking up the play going on in the room where I was.

Later I checked in and found Freihiet well into play with Kevin, the Sri-Lankan guy. He was eagerly sucking at her cunt, making her arch and moan. Then Kevin got up and ordered me to fuck her saying "Fuck her good, she's been waiting for you 15 years...". I didn't really require the order but the invitation was generous and so indeed I banged Freihiet with a bit more verocity then the first time as I noticed that she seemed to quite like "rough and hard" sex at times. So in the tradition of "animal" speak, I gave it to her, and got it very swimmingly in return.

That was our swinging night. We afterwards returned home in conversation about some philosophical matters, I was still very much lustful for her and wanted to luxuriate in some one on one fucking in my study where it is in need of this kind of behavior in order to stimulate its atmosphere so in my future time spent in there I can cast my mind back to the wonderful events that have unfolded amongst its books and papers. So we fucked on the couch and on the floor, and I had time to absorb the delectable parts of her body, the feel of each junction of her form, and frisk her from within with a sensation sensitive cock. Then we relaxed and I read out to her a letter she wrote to me fifteen years ago that I had kept.

It was an interesting trip to the past and so we annotated it, discussed the thoughts she had imparted and then as I put her to bed a swill of desire arose again and we fucked on the wonky camping cot, I nearly reached my third orgasm but I was very much by this stage pooped, still horny but pooped.

So that was that. It would be exciting to follow up at some future point with another encounter, perhaps something themed or theatrical, I'm starting to wonder about role-play these days, don't know why but have just been thinking about it. Perhaps she and her husband, myself and Sabine could attend a swinger's party or set up play at home, be ambitious and have six couples or something. Who knows.

My next post is going to be about some censorship issues that are arising around the globe. This should be of concern to everybody who appreciates free speech and the freedom to share and live the lives they desire without retribution.