Swing When Your Winning Saturday, July 24, 2004 [ banter 3 ]

So I got invited to a "swinger's party" by one of the obscenely beautiful guys I work with, Yes, you read that right, a swinger's party. Like this is 1977 or something. When Clark (cuz of the striking resemblance he and his body bear to Tom Welling) told me about it, it took me a second to make sure I heard him correctly... well mostly b/c he didn't exactly say `swingers', he just made the little gesture with his hand back and forth, like a swinging door. "It's a bi party?" I asked, confused. He winked, "Or something along those blurry lines, yeah." Suddenly, the whole thing started to make a little bit of sense. Heh, some backstory for you...

A few months ago, in a desperate attempt to get out of my head, I went out with a bunch of the kids from work (Clark and his fiancee were in attendance). This was rare for me b/c I don't like mixing my worlds like that, but I was hoping to just get outta my head for a few hours and since drugs and alcohaulism have never been appealing options, I figured a night out in a club would be the next best thing. We all spent most of the evening @ Patio in the east village and eventually wound up @ the Leopard Lounge for the rest of the night, just dancing and partying. I ended up getting all sweaty and saucy with the fiancee on the dancefloor and I'm not sure if she was just a really good dancer, or if this was my weakness for ethnic little brown girls kicking back in, but she was turning me on like I couldn't believe and I was getting mighty tempted to do something naughty. Then, out of nowhere, Clark presses up from behind me all kinds of turned on and suddenly I'm in the middle of some kinky swingers sandwich. The lips, the curves, the biceps, the heavy breathing, the girl, the boy, and me all up in the writhing menagerie --- it was something out of a Franz Fernidand song. Just a really random, really sexy moment on the dancefloor with this fiesty girl and her curious boy. Got me outta my head for sure.

The party is tomorrow night, Clark seems pretty into the idea. The twist: no fiancee coming along. This just opens a whole NEW sordid spin, makes it all dirrty... my presence is discreetly requested and I wonder if maybe it's about time for my arrival. Am I gonna go? Hmm.... Wouldn't you just love to know?

This ain't no red shoe diary, man!

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