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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Having been an active member of these forums for a couple of months or so... I've giggled at some of the odd experiences of resident fab members.. And now, it seems that it's my turn..
Following a tentative foray into a swinging club recently (FFFF @ Xtasia), I created a post in the forum enquiring as to whether a single lady would perhaps want to form a couple and allow me to accompany her to the foam party (which lots of horny people are currently enjoy, I imagine.
Late yesterday evening, I receive a pm from an older lady who has come to the Midlands from out of town...and offers to be my partner for the night, if i was still interested in going. I was in bed at the time, curled up with a nice bottle of lube, going through some bookmarked xhamster videos...so there was a certain reluctance to climb out of my little nest and tart myself up. After some internal debating, and a brief phone chat with my pm'er I graciously accepted the offer, did a few pressups, made myself sexy and drove 45+ mins in order to pick up this lady..
When I approached her place of residence, a popular hotel chain, I called her to inform her of my arrival. A few moments later, a figure hobbled out of the main door, ambling laboriously towards my car...
She looked at me, blearily, and groaned, albeit gently...'oh, you're not black are you?'..
I assumed it to be a rhetorical question so smiled uncomfortably.
'I don't really play with Asian guys...' (Pause) '...but at least you made it', she added.
She then performed a solemn looking pirouette and headed back to the hotel, without saying another word!
Driving 45 minutes...in the night...after I was comfortably under my duvet, in my bed...having accepted i was saying at home that night, almost relieved not to have to go through the jitters that are inevitable when visiting a swingers club...particular when you're a shy wimp like me... I then pumped myself up...picturing the orgasmic sensual splendour that may await..only to suffer a most peculiar deflation...
Having seen her and heard what she'd said, I realised a photo exchange is as important as a phone call and evidently my pics are racially ambiguous...nonetheless, even if we'd gone together, I wouldn't have felt compelled to play with her, or anybody else for that matter.
I was sorta felt relieved as I drove home, as well as mildly annoyed and a little amused.
Hmmm.
Sliding around in the foam woulda been fun I'm sure.
Ah well.
*Sighs*
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