As a writer of erotic romance stories, I’ve had a lot of fun creating flights of fancy based on our experiences in the world of swingers. It doesn’t take a lot to come up with a storyline. All we have to do is attend a House Party and see who does what to whom. Then I simply change all the names to protect the guilty, and voila, the job is done!
It’s not quite that simple as you’d probably suspect. The pages in my notebook are often stuck together and stained, which makes them hard to read. I could use my laptop, but it’s hard to type with one hand. Plus, I get distracted by some skirt walking by.
Doing research for my next new story is typically interesting, as you’d expect. Swingers, in general, are an interesting lot, and there is never a dull moment. People often come to Las Vegas to party and have fun away from the prying eyes back home. Sin City’s motto is, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” That pretty much explains the rationale behind a lot of the partying on the Strip.
My wife is a Texas Hold’em player and loves to take advantage of the typical tourist who sits down in front of her. Foxy is six foot, all leg, miniskirted and braless. While you’re staring at her tits, she’s scoping up the chips as you drool on the table like a hound dog looking at a pork chop.
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