SwingBot generously composed this last Sunday about his experience that Saturday night.
Regular readers of this blog (the ones that pay attention anyway) have probably figured out I’m something of a size queen. It used to be something of a running joke ’round these parts that my eyes were bigger than my ass, but after the “Balls Deep” post (about how I took the 10.5 insertable inches of equine-inspired dildo), any question about it has pretty much been put to rest.
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Your arms are raised, shackled to the ceiling. You stand upright with your legs apart, immobilized by the spreader bar locked on your ankles. A blindfold covers your eyes and a bit-gag fills your mouth. Reins dangle down your back from the bit-gag, while a leash dangles down your front from the wide collar on your neck.
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About a year ago, SwingBot and I declared ourselves swingers. A few weeks ago, we concluded that we are not really into the swinger community.
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SwingBot and I went to a Las Vegas strip club. After spending some time on the main floor, where women dance for the male customers, we two went upstairs for where men dance for the female customers.
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