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SYNOPSIS
I analyse my feelings on my return. I feel extraordinarily proud,
self-contained and liberated, as though sex were mastered, dealt
with, put in its place in my life.
A few days later, I tell Dee about this experience and go to bed
with her.
Reflections on bisexuality, the prevalence of it amongst swinging
females and the reasons for it. How far is it really bisexuality,
how far something undertaken out of curiosity or, on occasion, simply
to please the men involved, then enjoyed and taken up as a regular
practice? What I see as the differences between the genders as sexual
partners. The myth that women ‘know which buttons to press’.
They don’t as a rule…
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The second party, at Swingers’ Junction in the
New Forest. I get my foot stuck between the mattress and the foot
of the bed. It takes three naked men and a woman to free me.
Reflections on the topsy-turvy nature of this world, where pictures on
websites obscure faces but proudly display everything else, and where
the worst transgression is to have a love affair, so that lovers conversing
on msn messenger hastily revert to ‘I want to fuck you’ when
their beloved’s spouse enters the room, for fear that he or she
might see lovers’ talk about dogs or anything indicative of intimacy
beyond that of sex.
By now resolved to swing, I join a website called ‘Local Swingers’ and
compose a profile. A fascinating experience, this. I scan the other
profiles there and am fascinated by the sheer number and variety
of profiles on the site all over Britain.
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