Pure Fun

Pure fun is what I generate when I’m freest to be me in a casual social situation. I can be a fuck-ton of fun.

Why? Because I know pure fun with other people means being genuinely as concerned with their experience as I am with my own. Pure fun with others cannot come through only thinking about and moving for myself.

When at a swinger meet-and-greet last month, an acquaintance and I got into a dance cage. It was in the upper floor of a non-lifestyle establishment which had been rented out for the evening. This was not a full-on sex party. As such, we were in ‘sexy street clothes’, and not prepared to get our exhibitionism on. But we were gonna get our sexy, midlife-mom moves on.

We weren’t in there long before a younger woman with a tighter body joined us. The top of her dress went down, the bottom came up and she was ‘center stage’. And that was OK-ish. She had good energy, but she did take over and both my friend and I had a moment of feeling pushed aside. My friend got trapped in the corner, I got pushed to the cage’s opening.

I could have gotten irritated; what we wanted to accomplish for ourselves went out the window when her T&A popped out. But my greater goal was fun. SO, bravo girly for being worth looking at and bold enough to put yourself on display. I can work with that energy, so I did. And it got infinitely more fun and sexier in that…