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By *damandeve4fun OP   Couple
over a year ago

Glasgow

Until I met Adam, I had only ever been with one guy. My childhood sweetheart but one that never grew up, never matured enough to realise that I was there for more than just to satisfy his desire for a fuck.

Adam was different. He knew what buttons to press, what buttons not to pursue, instinctively seemed to know what my body, my mind and I wanted, or at least was willing to learn.

Of course, falling in love with him made it all the better. It allowed me to be more open about my sexuality, my desires, my wants than ever before. I felt completely safe while at the same time a little apprehensive about a kinky side to Adam that was becoming ever more evident the more we met.

That trepidation was heightened when he suggested a weekend in London at a sex exhibition that had an evening ball as its climax. On perusing the event website, I noticed that, among the usual dance rooms with different DJ styles, there were tents offering BDSM instruction, tantra massage, a grope box and relaxation lounges where it was suggested people could chill or “play”.

Adam had been upfront about having dipped his toes into the swinging world with previous girlfriends. However, he assured me I wouldn’t need to do anything I didn’t want to and he was happy just to be with me in - and introduce me to - such a sensually charged atmosphere....

Should I continue?

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By *ichs slut wifeWoman
over a year ago

sarasota

Get what info I can then deciede

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Please.

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By *damandeve4fun OP   Couple
over a year ago

Glasgow

I had never seen so many weird and wonderful people - at least not this provocatively and seductively dressed. Not everyone was beautiful. Indeed, many I did not find particularly attractive at all. However, all had a certain glow, an admirable freedom that comes from such sexual self-expression.

The place was awash with corsets, stockings and suspenders, dangerously high heels, PVC, leather and lycra - and that was just some of the guys!

Despite the sexually-charged atmosphere, everyone was very respectful, even as bodies inevitably brushed bodies in the subdued light of the narrow passageways between the tents from where you could simply play the voyeur and catch glimpses of those within.

The BDSM tent was far too intimidating for us both, the tantra one, while sounding inviting, soon had a painfully long queue, the couples playroom similarly was packed. I must admit I breathed a sigh of relief that those options were closing. I was not ready for such adventures, I thought.

The giggles from within and without the grope box suggested this was a bit of light-hearted fun. Even so, when Adam suggested I try putting my hand in one of the holes, my stomach started to churn.

I took a deep breath and inched my fingers into the mysterious darkness within. Only warm air to begin with, I finally felt the heat of what I guessed was a trousered leg. Moving my hand slowly up, I suddenly struck warm flesh. A boney hand or a hard cock? I didn’t stick around to find out and instinctively withdrew my own hand with a nervous laugh and a bright red face.

I had only just composed myself from that shock when time was up for those packing the grope box. As a steady stream of laughing faces emerged from the Tardis-like contraption, Adam suggested I might want to be one of the next entrants.

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