I Walked Into a Swingers Club Alone. I Left Different.

This was the first time, and it was memorable

Mary Carter
4 min readNov 19, 2024

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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.

Photo by Carlos Santiago

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

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Mary Carter
Mary Carter

Written by Mary Carter

I share candid reflections on love, sex, and life's ups and downs, no holds barred and no taboos.

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