I Walked Into a Swingers Club Alone. I Left Different.
This was the first time, and it was memorable
Never felt so nervous in my life. Thought about smoking a joint just to calm down. But something inside me knew — I had to go in and see what would happen.
A swingers club isn’t that wild orgy they show in movies. It’s more of a social club where people happen to be half-naked. Some completely naked. And that’s totally fine.
I grabbed a drink, more to have something in my hands than actual thirst. Met a group right away — mostly men, some women and non-binary folks. We talked about everything: fantasies, life, experiences. Zero pressure, zero creepy vibes.
Spent most of the night with this interesting guy — single dad, mid-forties, the kind who knows how to hold a conversation. Nothing sexual happened, but I had one of the best talks in recent times.
The funny part? I ended up becoming a platonic gangbang tour guide. As a single woman, I had access to the third floor — forbidden zone for single men. So there I was, escorting groups of curious guys to see what was going on upstairs. “Yes, you can come, but looking only!”
I ended up participating in a show — topless, in a thong, pretending to ride one of the guys in a game of charades. Fuck, never…
