The beginning of Barbee Lyfe: My introduction to the Lifestyle

I had spent Years in a horrible relationship. My confidence was shot, I wasn’t sexually satisfied. I was having to find myself all over again. I had started back dating, slowly getting my grove back. I was meeting some great men but that PASSION, that DESIRE, that CRAVING for someone was something I hadn’t yet rediscovered. I honestly thought it might be dead. Something I’d never find again; maybe even something that I had only dreamed up and never truly existed.

Hanging out with the girls one drunken evening after attending a Sex Toy party the topic of Swingers came up. “I’ve heard of club Trapeze (an infamous swingers club in my city), I wonder what its like? I would NEVER do anything like that but I’d love to go just to see it.” I confessed. Most of the other ladies agreed. It sounded interesting, though WE wouldn’t partake in any such sexual activities. You could say it was just on our Bucket Lists of things to see in our lifetime. As everyone was leaving for the night, one of my closest girlfriends pulled me to the side, “I’ve never been to Trapeze, but there’s a similar club that I go to.” I was shocked and excited at the same time, “WHAT?!? You have to take me!”

Two days later, on a Sunday, I find myself getting ready to accompany her to this mysterious place that has had me overflowing with curiosity the last few days. At this point in my life I was very comfortable with dressing “sexy”, you may even say revealing, but tonight I chose leggings and a long sleeved shirt. I wanted to make sure I didn’t “Give the wrong impression”. I didn’t want anyone to “touch” or “grab” me. We arrived early, there weren’t many people there yet. She takes this time to give me a tour. There is nothing fancy about the venue, in fact its small, older, and somewhat run down. It reminded me of a house we may have used to party at as teenagers. Yet there was still something sexy about it that I hadn’t expected; perhaps it was the taboo of it all but I was intrigued. We sit at the bar. The half naked bartender is GORGEOUS and particularly friendly. She can tell I’m new or “Vanilla” as they call it. She and my friend tell me stories of all the wild things that go on here. I’m very interested and hang on to their every word, but still I insist to them, and to myself I would NEVER partake in such actions.

My friend introduces me to the people that are steadily flowing in now. Everyone is nice and welcoming, even respectful. No one is inappropriate; they don’t “grab” me or make me uncomfortable. I’m slightly intoxicated by now and genuinely having a good time. Still, I refuse to leave my comfort area of sitting here at the bar. My friend mixes and mingles with the crowd, periodically coming back to see if I’m “Ok”. Then I see Him. At the other end of the bar, this insanely beautiful dark chocolate man with a breathtaking smile. He looks like a model. He has his shirt off (which I later learned he rarely put on), his body is impeccable: Abs, Huge arms, and all oiled up. He is mesmerizing. I turn to my friend, “Who is THAT?”

She tells me his name, says he’s a regular. She explains she only knows him in passing but agrees he is Breathtaking. About this time he walks over. He speaks to her and asks “Who’s your friend?” grinning at me. She introduces us. Never being the shy type I tell him we were just talking about him. “Oh Yea?” What were you saying?” He flirts. “Just that I was really enjoying the eye candy, there wasn’t much to stare at before you got here.” He cracks a joke, asks for my Facebook page, pulls out his phone and looks me up straight away. Now we’re “Friends”. He sits down, chats me up for a short while. I don’t recall much about the conversation. I just remember the taste of cheap drinks and how every time he would flash that smile of his my mouth would water.

After some more flirting he offers to show me around. The club is packed now. He takes me to the “Dark Room”. A room where you can’t see a thing but you can hear the moans and breathing of those clearly enjoying themselves. He grabs my hand to lead the way. I’m fascinated. I want to see what people are doing in here. I’m curious; I want to know more about what is going on. He’s turned on by my interest, my willingness to explore this with him. We wind up in a dark corner at the end of the hallway-like room. There is a window here that overlooks a larger “playroom.” There’s just enough light in this area that allows us to see each other. He pins me against the wall, his eyes staring into mine. “Are you going to kiss me?” I whisper boldly. “Is that what you want?” He responds, leaning in licking his lips as if to tease me. I don’t wait, I’ve always been one to get what I want. I press my lips against his gladly receivng his tongue as it pushes into my mouth. My hands clinching his biceps, he pushes me harder against the wall. Suddenly, I’m drowning in that passion I had been lacking for years.

To be continued…..