Well, since I asked y'all for some advice a while back about the swinging scene in Montreal, I thought I'd file a little trip report.
Before we begin, my Precious is very good with her tongue, and also speaks French. For later mental imagery imagine Precious as the homecoming queen all growed up; a Marilyn Monroe who played field hockey as a kid. Very strong, yet curvy and soft.
We've had a few fun experiences together with other women before as Precious likes women almost as much as I do. Precious also likes to play on her own and comes back with stories that spark all sorts of frolic.
In any event, we'd reached the point where we wanted to swing. First stop, swingers club in Quebec City. Yikes!!!! Big mistake. Club Euro didn't have a single man policy which meant that the male/female ratio was pretty warped. After 30 minutes sitting at the bar wrapped in towels looking at all sorts of different shaped folks, I was amused. Precious was horrified. We checked out a room and had a woman ask if we wanted company. Precious handled the dialog and within seconds we were out of there. I'm sure the regulars got a good laugh.
A few months later, it's New Years in Montreal and the happy couple is wondering what kind of trouble they can get up to. Precious thinks that a club that allows sex on the premises would be fun (Club L'Orange, for example). I'm not so keen. I do some web surfing and find a great swingers site. Precious plays along and creates a profile for us (if I'd written it en Francais, I'd have had us f*cking goats or worse). Despite carefully saying no single men s'il vous plait, we're immediately bombarded with thousands of illiterate frenchmen with pictures of their wangs. [ aside: Guys, if this is your idea of trying to woe a woman, I'm not surprised you're frustrated. Show a little bit of imagination and class. Hell, unless it's 9+" and looks like a baseball bat, use discretion... and at that remember that only *some* chicks dig baseball bats (or so I'm told) ]
Given our time pressures, we decided that pull wasn't working and resorted to push. We searched, we translated, we laughed at the sexual imagination of our brothers and sisters in Quebec. Taking stock, we fired off a half dozen entrees and waited. Lo and behold, a few hours later our number one choice wrote us back. They're bored... would we send along a few pictures?
I should mention that gal was as cute as a button... a petite 30 year old brunette who, I later learned, danced at a local club. Toned, 34B-28-34. Boobs and butt so suckable that I did...
Two hours later we're having drinks in a bar, chatting merrily away in franglish and eyeing one another. Precious strokes me under the table. We settle the bill and we're off arm in arm to our hotel.
After drinks and some nice cheese nibbles the women head off to the bedroom while guy and I chat about music. Five minutes later the girls are making so much noise that our intense discussion about progrock has to take second place.
I shucked out of my gear while guy got the oral treatment from Precious. Gal was going down on Precious, so I returned the favour. Mmmm... We switched. We swapped. We laughed. We came. We watched and we learned a few new tricks. Tag teaming, for one, is a lot of fun and encouragement/distraction from the sidelines is Amazing with a capital A. Two hours went by in the blink of an eye.
Hugs and kisses all round, and promises we'll catch up again in a few months. While it's not something we're going to do every weekend, but this one definately wasn't our last. So, when in Montreal with your own Precious, take a walk on the fun side starting at www.atlmtl.ca
Before we begin, my Precious is very good with her tongue, and also speaks French. For later mental imagery imagine Precious as the homecoming queen all growed up; a Marilyn Monroe who played field hockey as a kid. Very strong, yet curvy and soft.
We've had a few fun experiences together with other women before as Precious likes women almost as much as I do. Precious also likes to play on her own and comes back with stories that spark all sorts of frolic.
In any event, we'd reached the point where we wanted to swing. First stop, swingers club in Quebec City. Yikes!!!! Big mistake. Club Euro didn't have a single man policy which meant that the male/female ratio was pretty warped. After 30 minutes sitting at the bar wrapped in towels looking at all sorts of different shaped folks, I was amused. Precious was horrified. We checked out a room and had a woman ask if we wanted company. Precious handled the dialog and within seconds we were out of there. I'm sure the regulars got a good laugh.
A few months later, it's New Years in Montreal and the happy couple is wondering what kind of trouble they can get up to. Precious thinks that a club that allows sex on the premises would be fun (Club L'Orange, for example). I'm not so keen. I do some web surfing and find a great swingers site. Precious plays along and creates a profile for us (if I'd written it en Francais, I'd have had us f*cking goats or worse). Despite carefully saying no single men s'il vous plait, we're immediately bombarded with thousands of illiterate frenchmen with pictures of their wangs. [ aside: Guys, if this is your idea of trying to woe a woman, I'm not surprised you're frustrated. Show a little bit of imagination and class. Hell, unless it's 9+" and looks like a baseball bat, use discretion... and at that remember that only *some* chicks dig baseball bats (or so I'm told) ]
Given our time pressures, we decided that pull wasn't working and resorted to push. We searched, we translated, we laughed at the sexual imagination of our brothers and sisters in Quebec. Taking stock, we fired off a half dozen entrees and waited. Lo and behold, a few hours later our number one choice wrote us back. They're bored... would we send along a few pictures?
I should mention that gal was as cute as a button... a petite 30 year old brunette who, I later learned, danced at a local club. Toned, 34B-28-34. Boobs and butt so suckable that I did...
Two hours later we're having drinks in a bar, chatting merrily away in franglish and eyeing one another. Precious strokes me under the table. We settle the bill and we're off arm in arm to our hotel.
After drinks and some nice cheese nibbles the women head off to the bedroom while guy and I chat about music. Five minutes later the girls are making so much noise that our intense discussion about progrock has to take second place.
I shucked out of my gear while guy got the oral treatment from Precious. Gal was going down on Precious, so I returned the favour. Mmmm... We switched. We swapped. We laughed. We came. We watched and we learned a few new tricks. Tag teaming, for one, is a lot of fun and encouragement/distraction from the sidelines is Amazing with a capital A. Two hours went by in the blink of an eye.
Hugs and kisses all round, and promises we'll catch up again in a few months. While it's not something we're going to do every weekend, but this one definately wasn't our last. So, when in Montreal with your own Precious, take a walk on the fun side starting at www.atlmtl.ca
very cool.