Category: New Years Eve

Dancing on the Bar, A Swing Club New Years Eve Story

    K Ghislaine
In my early 20’s I used to frequent night clubs quite a bit.  One of my favorite things to do was to dance.  Every few weeks, my girlfriend and I would find our way to the DJ booth at a bar downtown and dance on top of it.  I would spend hours dancing.  A drink would last me almost the entire night and I would   wake up the next morning with burning thighs, from my killer workout in heels.  It turns out, that dancing on the bar at a swing club can be even more fun!
My past two New Years Eve’s have been spent in swinger clubs and this year was no exception.  We got all dolled up, and got to the club a little before 8 pm.  I will fast forward past all the amazing people watching, mingling and people watching we did.  Except to say a special thank you to the gorgeous, perfectly toned black man walking around with a Santa hat on his dick.  Umm… yes please, and thank you!  Ahem, just catching my breath, ok, back to my story.  Just before midnight we were mingling by the staff table and a woman asked if after midnight I would like to join her to dance on the bar.  Without hesitation I said yes.  We toasted the New Years with Champagne on the dance floor and moments later I was tapped on the shoulder and told they were ready for the dancers.
I think there were 4 of 5 us chosen, mostly regulars that the crowd knew and liked, and then me.  I quickly remember how much I love being up on the stage.  Dancing for mostly me, and grinding up there with the ladies around me, I had nothing but a short dress and an ear to ear grin.  We were chatting to each other in between dance moves and laughing and I for one was growing more aware of the crowd that had gathered.  E was front and centre, enjoying the show, and for my part I felt even more free to dance knowing he was so close by.  So here I am, chatting with this gorgeous woman beside me of Asian decent, grinding, and being my little flirtatious self when she asked me this question, “Can I take you panties off?”  To say I was shocked was a complete understatement.  I smiled, asked for clarification, and just kept dancing.  She asked again.  I looked back at her, then E, then back at her and may or may not have asked why?  Either way she waited until I must have said a firm yes, and proceeded to take off the panties from underneath my dress, right in front of the crowd as we danced on the bar.
The next thing I know, my dress was hiked up and I felt a tongue.  One of my few female experiences and it was completely public.  With my dress pulled up, everything is exposed and there is a woman I have never met, going down on me.  It was absolutely exhilarating.  And another first was about to happen.
I saw a man chat with E very briefly and then E asked me to bend down to chat with him.  Turns out a guy wanted to thank me for the show!  E pulled out $6 bucks that the guy had given him and I promptly pulled down my shirt so that he could insert the bills in the most logical place… my bra.  I had now officially made my first few bucks stripping!  I should mention that in this club, there is no reason to have cash on hand.  It is BYOB and there is food and amenities on hand, like condoms and lube.  So although the dollar amount may seem low, it was a token of appreciation.  One that I am beyond thankful for!  And of course the coffee that was purchased with that sweet, dirty money the next day.

 

The lovely lady who gave me such a wonderful experience chatted with me for a bit and then we went our separate ways.  It was quite beautiful, and I find myself thinking more and more about the experience.  I am not sure what this will mean for my dating future, but the cherry has been popped so to speak.  And I am looking forward to discovering what new adventures 2017 has waiting for me.
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New Years Eve, The Swing Club and A Migraine?!?

    K Ghislaine
Sometimes health has a funny way of interfering with our best laid plans.  This year, E and I decided that the most awesome way to ring in the New Year would be at a Swingers Club surrounded by hundreds of naked couples in the LA area.  And with tickets purchased and clothing pressed we were off, nearly 1 year to the day we went last year.  When we went on the first of 2015, it was very quiet.  Perhaps 20 couples in total throughout the night and you can read more of my adventures here.  

This year, just driving up to the parking lot, we knew it was going to be a completely different experience.  After a little nerve check and a pep talk in the car, we raced through the parking lot in extremely gusty winds that reminded us for the briefest moment of winter at home.


Once safely inside, and checked in, and we slowly made our way to the bar.  Once a beer was in hand, we were able to look around and asses what we had just gotten ourselves into.  The flyer said that the night was black and white, dress to impress.  Of course that is what we did, with E in his 3 piece suit and me, in a tight fitting long dress.  But as we looked out, we saw every manor of dress code interpretation you could think of.  From fake tuxedo shirts and black pants, to real tuxedos, and even a man with nothing but a leather vest, chaps and cowboy boots.  The woman ranged from the classic tight black dress, to sequenced mini- skirts, right on over to lingerie or topless with hula type skirts.  At $120 bucks per couple, I suppose you paid to wear whatever made you feel confident and sexy.

So here we were, beer in hand, taking in all the sights and sounds multiplied by nearly 20 over the previous year , as we figured there were about 350 couples on hand, plus staff and security, about to ring in 2016.  Walking from the bar to the bathroom was a complete grope fest, which was welcomed from some, and just creepy from others.  Added to it just a bizarre level of mingling and small chat, while waiting in line to get into either the couples washroom or the women only one, but that is what happens when you have such a vast of horny people in one room.  The ages ranged from a group of cute mid 20’s couples, right on up to people in their 70’s, who had probably been coming to this event for decades.  You had to admire their courage, and just the whole, who gives a fuck about age mentality. 

We danced, drank and were just getting into some light flirting and conversation with a fairly interesting couple when my body decided to give me a little surprise.  Remember that massive wind storm that we walked through the parking lot to?  Well it brought with it an enormous pressure change, and my head went from clear and happy to a pounding mess.  So here I am, trying to have a sexy good time, while holding back wincing amounts of pain.  Drinking my water, and moving ever so slowly.  Yup, and I broke a huge rule of mine.  I left my pain killers at the hotel room, because I figured my purse would be too full with ID, condoms and lube.  I was just a horny 30 something year old, wanting to throw my normal responsible self out the window for a New Years Eve.  Someday I will learn, maybe.

I can only admire E, and his reaction to this whole thing.  Here I am, saying I am going to be a trooper and last as long as I can, because we paid for this party and we are going to get sexy.  While at the same time trying to find a dark cozy nook where I could just hide away and not move an inch, which is not easy while there are 700 naked people walking around trying to do the exact same thing, albeit for very different reasons.  We walked around and while I would lean up against a wall and try to relax, he was able to have a really good look around at all the sex crazed couples bouncing from bed and room to swing.  It wasn’t much, but the best I could offer at the time.  We rang in the New Year on the dance floor, with dozens of sweaty people, free of many of the garments they came in wearing, hugging and kissing each other in one of the coolest situations I have ever seen.  It was hard not to feel that for just a moment you were out of body, and just watching, enchanted by the freeness of it all.  I think one of my favorite moments was grinding my man on the dance floor, without a single person judging us for it.  Allowing the music to just let us experience whatever we were feeling at that exact moment.  It was a glimmer of bliss and I forgot for those few minutes the throbbing that was guiding my evening.


I would love for this post to have been about all the amazing New Years Eve sexy fun that we had.  But sometimes life and health just gets in the way of that.  You roll with it, and just do your best.  We did finally find a little nook, and we did what we both do best.  It was hot, but it took all my will power to stay in that moment and not lose control of the pounding in my head.  After all the reflection though, and a year in between visits to swing clubs, E and I got some fabulous dialogue going.  We both know why we enjoy going, can discuss it, and share our wants and needs when we go back.  We are so lucky and fortunate to have found each other.  I love my partner, through all these years, the sexy times and the headaches.

Sex Negativity in the New Year

    K Ghislaine

It is a new year, and after a much needed break I am back to blogging only to find without any surprises that we are still living in a sex negative world.  The most current story right now is about the woman in Delhi who was gang raped and murdered by allegedly 5 men.  Upon reading this story, the outcry from the populous about woman’s rights and how when the father reported his daughter missing the police tried to sluff it off as her just running off with a friend.  Why are woman’s rights not equal in status around the world to men.  How can we possibly have a conversation and movement towards the sex positive if we are not even equal with men?
I wrote previously about how we need to stop debating woman’s bodies in politics.  And that is true in North America, we should no longer debate the do’s or don’t s surrounding what woman are allowed to do to keep their own bodies safe, and operating in the most sex positive way that works for them.  We are individuals who should be free to choose, especially once the age of consent is reached.  However, I reluctantly admit that there are a multitude of third world nations that need to start debating.  They need to debate to start recognizing woman and their bodies as actual beings and not mere property.  As something to derive pleasure from and not fear and hatred.
Over the Christmas Break I read a book called “Nine Parts of Desire: The Hidden World of Islamic Women” by Geraldine Brooks, and it absolutely opened my eyes to a few things that I tried really hard to ignore.  I did not believe that this mentality of female hatred affected me, however more and more I am finding that there is a direct correlation between how I am treated by men of middle eastern dissent in my own country and how they view woman.  On New Years Eve I was ignored by our cab driver who only wanted to interact with E.  As luck would have it, it was my turn to pay and the cab driver was noticeably upset that he had to accept payment from me.  At the time this did not seem such a big deal to me, but that is part of the problem.  That I myself, am taking an apathetic response to being treated as less than a man by an individual who is working in Canada.  There is no reason that I should accept being treated as unequal, and yet whenever it happens my first reaction is shock, then I say to myself that they just do not know any better and let it slide.  And the reality is that with that mentality nothing changes.  

So I am starting a new year of posting on a bit of a low note, however I know there is much more in the way of pro sex to come.  It is a new year of posting and as I stated in my last post of 2012, I can only write what I see and what affects me.  My outlook and perspective are unique and I hope that you will enjoy the year to come.  Happy 2013 to each of you.