Swingers Code?? #blog #swingers

Is there really a swingers code?? I must say I’m still surprised to know that many people have no idea what goes on around them. The topics least talked about are the exact ones that happen so frequently around us. 

In the south we have a chain of grocery stores called Publix. They’re nearly everywhere and on almost every corner. They have exceptional customer service, delicious cold subs, perfectly selected fruits… the list goes on. I’m talking like I own the place, but they really are one of my favorite stores. Actually the elderly woman who won the Powerball $600 million dollar jackpot purchased her ticket from this chain at a store outside of Tampa.

About a few years ago, I was at a dinner and the host realized she was short an ingredient. Me being the sweet person I am, I made an errand run. The closest store was Publix. I believe it was as I was leaving that she told me how popular this store was… they were notorious for attracting swingers.

Entering the store, I received the customary greeting and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. I blended with the other last minute and late night shoppers who moved through the aisles with concentration. Curiously I wandered the aisles looking for the swinger’s symbol, a pineapple perched on the top basket of the cart.  To my disappointment I saw nothing… no sign of a swingers code to signify "swingers on the prowl."

Now I’m not sure how factual this claim is…. A swingers grocery store? This had to be nearly 3 or 4 years ago so I’m sure by this point the standards have either changed or maybe ceased. I’m not a swinger, however I’m not opposed to swinging clubs which are populous and ((I hear)) fun. Any takers?? Would love to hear your story.

The unspoken world of SEX #Excerpt #Sex #Blog #Swingers #Exhibitionist

The weight of the plastic framed mirror felt like stone. No doubt the weight was the burden of guilt. A fault induced by the spying on a couple engaged in intimate moments.

A tingling simmered from the tips of my fingers which wrapped around the mirrors frame. It was as though the mirror were warning me - correction, scolding me. What was I doing?

                The awareness of Maria’s eyes staring down at me brought me realization.

                I shook my head, objecting this invasion of privacy. But how private could sex be in a public bathroom? Regardless, I had no right to intrude on their moment despite how I felt about their locational choosing.

                Like a car salesmen refusing to forfeit a potential deal, again she seized my hand in hers. This time leading me outside our stall to stand in front of the occupied stall.

                She motioned at the hinged steel door seemingly bothered. She was impatient and frustrated that I didn’t share her fondness for voyeuristic pleasures.

She was unbelievable.

I stared at her gawkily. Tilting my head and eyeing her in disbelief. She stared onward with intensity, like she could see straight through the solid door, yearning to feel the pleasures they felt.

Following her gaze and the rhythmic thrust of a body against a solid surface, I diverted my attention to a folded strand of toilet tissue which hung over the door.

Public sex, I’ve heard, is one of the ultimate thrills. The anxiety of not knowing if you’ll get caught or if someone is watching heightens the sensation. For exhibitionists, it is the preferred sexual environment.

There are many unspoken languages is the world of sex. For example, many swingers meet other local swingers at grocery stores by way of what is in another’s cart. They peruse the aisles searching for cart contents which mirror their own. Specific items lined in the basket nearest the basket handle signifies, “We’re swingers, and we’re looking to meet and greet.”

Like swingers, the same is true for sexual exhibitionist. They too engage in conversations unspoken.  A strand of toilet tissue hanging loosely over a stall door implies, “You’re free to watch, but quietly.”