Sugar Baby Swingers - How Dave met Sexy^Girl

We meet swingers on SwingLifeStyle and fuck like rabbits - there's no other way to put it.

Some people on SwingLifeStyle are into the "let's be friends first" category, but Sexy^Girl prefers to hit it or forget it. She's direct, strong, and sexy as Hell. She'll put her nipple clamps on, and give you the chain to yank her into her sixty-fifth orgasm. I thought I was wild, but, well. I digress.

Sexy^Girl is a sexual freak of nature. Like me. A match made in heaven. As in, "this chick is my soulmate." And I think this soulmate stuff is crap. Yet this chick is my soulmate. I love her like no other, we "click" with ease, can't stand to be apart, I want to watch her (while she watches me) fuck America, and did I mention that she's married to someone else?

Probably not, but then we are sexual freaks of nature. Just like you, swinger. . . ;) A woman who's deepest fantasy is to watch her lover fuck other women is, well, special.

So, how did I meet Sexy^Girl? Online. Where else does anybody meet anymore? College? Work? Get real - everybody meets online.

After about four emails, it was time to talk. Talk, as in not text. This freaks some people out - most people text more than they talk. I never text. Ever. And stand out from the crowd - the guy who doesn't text. I can receive them, but can't send from my phone. This sets the posture, the tone. This puts you in control. Without text, Sexy^Girl and I talked. Quite a bit.

You can tell a lot from someone's voice. You see, I thought she was a worthless Sugar Baby. I mean, seriously: People are dumb enough to pay Sugar Baby Swingers for NSA (No Strings Attached) sex? That's so . . . 2004. Yet there are tons of Sugar Baby women who want successful men to pay them an allowance in order to have sex with them on a schedule. And I read Sexy^Girl's profile and thought this is what she wanted.

So, we set that straight right away. She didn't bat an eyelash. As we flirted on the phone, I told her we would end up kissing within 60 seconds (we had exchanged quite a few pics at this point). She told me I wouldn't make one "mississippi."

She was right. We kissed before she even got out of her SUV, and had sex for hours. We haven't stopped - every time we get together, there is a clothing explosion and we go at it for hours. I gently pull her hair, spank her with her favorite discipline ruler, clamp her nipples and pull them while kissing her, pounding her with everything I've got.

Daily. We're both hypersexual without the crazy part. Sometimes we take a day off to let our bodies rest, and then we just kiss and cuddle.

But I met Sexy^Girl online, responding to just another profile. And wrongly categorized her as a would-be Sugar Baby swinger. Instead, I met the girl you dream about. Lesson? Don't make assumptions: Ask.