WeekBiWeek has not been updating lately. Despite my previous plans — and some posts that have been partially-written WIPs since 2014 — I simply have not come back to it. This is mainly due to two big reasons.
While stuck in an airport, SwingBot sent me a couple of pictures.
Back in March, SwingBot and I went to a sex club… and actually stayed for the party for our first time!
As I mentioned last week, SwingBot and I visited Club Sapphire, a local swingers club, at the end of May. We took our nearly-five-years-and-counting Friend-with-Benefits, BG, with us (for his first time at this particular club, too). The party we attended was a “Bi-Bi” party, an anomaly in swinging: it allowed for — and even encouraged — male bisexual play.
SwingBot and I attended a fourth sex club this past Friday. I have not been identifying the locations by name in the past, but I think I shall start doing so now, and recap where we have been.
One concept I see frequently come up in discussions of polyamory and BDSM is that of the “One True Way.” I do not see that phrase much in conversations on swinging, probably because the topic, “Should single men be allowed to even exist?” consumes so much bandwidth.
April has been a surprising month for me, sexually speaking. Specifically, I have been surprised by how much my cunt can stretch.
SwingBot and I both enjoy when I peg him, and both feel I do not do it enough. We recently discovered a toy that reinforces our desire to do it more often: the VixenAire Mustang by Vixen Creations.
The size of phallus my body craves — or can take — sometimes varies. Apparently, sometimes, the best way to become stretchy and able to accept a lot of girth and length is to go without for a while, building up my sexual frustration.
In early December 2015, SwingBot went on an actual sex-might-happen date without me! The following is his description of what happened.
I travel for work, and recently I ended up in Austin, TX. While there, I went out on a date with a guy I know from the Internets (and when I say “a guy I know,” I mean “a guy who has sent me pics of his ginormous 23 year old cock”). It went… well, I didn’t get any, but I DID get to experience the life of a hot twenty-something by proxy!