A Superior court just has canceled the controversial Flesh and Fantasy Halloween Ball, billed on the Internet as the super bowl of swingers' parties.
County officials scrambled into court this morning successfully arguing for a temporary restraining order against tonight's bash saying last year's party entailed a host of illegal activities, naked women and a traffic nightmare.
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Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Cherry Pit Trial in Texas
Jurors have found a Duncanville man accused of operating an unlicensed sexually oriented business from his home guilty on all 10 counts.
It's been fascinating following this story on this so called swingers club in Texas.
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It's been fascinating following this story on this so called swingers club in Texas.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Swingers in Egypt?
Egyptian police have arrested a senior civil servant and his wife accusing them of swapping sex partners with other couples, local media reports say.
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Wife swapping in Italy
Think twice before you accept a dinner invitation from a loving Italian couple when holidaying in Italy, for along with dinner you might be served an offer to swap your partners.
From what is being reported by La Stampa newspaper in Italy, a quarter of all Italian couples regularly take part in wife swapping.
According to their article titled, 'The Lunch Time Swingers', almost 500,000 Italian couples are officially swapping partners at private sex clubs, and thousands more doing it in a more ad-hoc fashion in car parks, specially designated beaches or even cemeteries.
The report said that wife swapping had increased at a dizzying rate everywhere, and a major reason behind this predilection can be attributed to the internet which has apparently stripped away the taboos.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Two First Timers (And Lifestyle Virgins!) Visit To Two Creeks
As we took the Sandstone exit for our first visit to Two Creeks, we were both excited and nervous. The 18 miles out into the country seemed to last forever; the fireflies dancing before our headlights competing with the butterflies in our stomachs.
Brand new to The Lifestyle, we were attracted to Two Creeks by the fun, lively events advertised. This weekend was to be no different - described as “Trailer Trash” and our ‘new’ vintage camper seemed to fit the bill.
On arriving, we met Toni and Glen and were warmly directed to our campsite. Glen patiently helped us back into our home for the weekend, though the Friday night dance was already underway and undoubtably required his time.
With a fire circle, ice, wood, electricity and water close by, we were soon settled in. Did we have the courage to leave the safety of our camper and venture out to the Bare’s Den? What should I wear? What should we do? Were we too young, too old, too fat, too thin, too poor, too...? Catchy dance music lured us - I grabbed a bunch of glow bracelets and laser lights for ice breakers - and we made our way to the soft lights of the pavilion.
Within minutes some of the friendliest people we had every met came up to warmly, but not pushily, greet us. Everyone had a laugh with the glow jewelry, and my partner and I danced together more than we had in ages.
The next day, we toured the grounds, met more great people, and decorated our campsite for the “Trashiest Lot” contest. We potlucked our kabobs with other campers, finding that food not only tastes better outdoors, but when shared with new friends.
Always enjoying a chance to be silly and wear a costume, we had a blast at the next night’s dance and karaoke. The getups were hilarious, and even more was the witty, tongue-in-cheek attitude of all involved. (Or maybe tongue in... Oh, never mind!)
Prizes were awarded, with some taking home the coveted Marker-On-Wood-Plank awards. After the party ended, we invited folks to our campsite for an acoustic singalong, the familiar tunes rising up towards a sky peppered with stars. What a perfect end to a weekend!
But we were in for one more surprise - people did not pack up and leave on Sunday morning, but stayed on, drinking coffee or libations, setting up a chaise lounge “Nude Roadblock”, and regaling each other with funny stories from the night before.
As at other events during the weekend, lots of the women were taking full advantage of the soft summer sun with their tops off. While both my partner and I had much enjoyed this beautiful sight, did I have the courage to do it too? Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled off my tank top, laying it close by in case of some imaginary emergency.
Before we left, we had arranged to leave our camper at Two Creeks for the entire summer, and many of our new friends were kind enough to “Welcome Us Home”. On later visits, we have been privileged to meet other first timers, and try to extend to them same “Two Creeks Welcome” that we enjoyed.
Now, the 18 miles from Sandstone still seem long, but only from anticipation of the wonderful times ahead, right down the road. And - I’m not sure if I ever did find that tank top again!
by TrailerTrash nickname on FriendshipExpress.com
Brand new to The Lifestyle, we were attracted to Two Creeks by the fun, lively events advertised. This weekend was to be no different - described as “Trailer Trash” and our ‘new’ vintage camper seemed to fit the bill.
On arriving, we met Toni and Glen and were warmly directed to our campsite. Glen patiently helped us back into our home for the weekend, though the Friday night dance was already underway and undoubtably required his time.
With a fire circle, ice, wood, electricity and water close by, we were soon settled in. Did we have the courage to leave the safety of our camper and venture out to the Bare’s Den? What should I wear? What should we do? Were we too young, too old, too fat, too thin, too poor, too...? Catchy dance music lured us - I grabbed a bunch of glow bracelets and laser lights for ice breakers - and we made our way to the soft lights of the pavilion.
Within minutes some of the friendliest people we had every met came up to warmly, but not pushily, greet us. Everyone had a laugh with the glow jewelry, and my partner and I danced together more than we had in ages.
The next day, we toured the grounds, met more great people, and decorated our campsite for the “Trashiest Lot” contest. We potlucked our kabobs with other campers, finding that food not only tastes better outdoors, but when shared with new friends.
Always enjoying a chance to be silly and wear a costume, we had a blast at the next night’s dance and karaoke. The getups were hilarious, and even more was the witty, tongue-in-cheek attitude of all involved. (Or maybe tongue in... Oh, never mind!)
Prizes were awarded, with some taking home the coveted Marker-On-Wood-Plank awards. After the party ended, we invited folks to our campsite for an acoustic singalong, the familiar tunes rising up towards a sky peppered with stars. What a perfect end to a weekend!
But we were in for one more surprise - people did not pack up and leave on Sunday morning, but stayed on, drinking coffee or libations, setting up a chaise lounge “Nude Roadblock”, and regaling each other with funny stories from the night before.
As at other events during the weekend, lots of the women were taking full advantage of the soft summer sun with their tops off. While both my partner and I had much enjoyed this beautiful sight, did I have the courage to do it too? Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled off my tank top, laying it close by in case of some imaginary emergency.
Before we left, we had arranged to leave our camper at Two Creeks for the entire summer, and many of our new friends were kind enough to “Welcome Us Home”. On later visits, we have been privileged to meet other first timers, and try to extend to them same “Two Creeks Welcome” that we enjoyed.
Now, the 18 miles from Sandstone still seem long, but only from anticipation of the wonderful times ahead, right down the road. And - I’m not sure if I ever did find that tank top again!
by TrailerTrash nickname on FriendshipExpress.com
Monday, June 30, 2008
Swingers have rights too...
Swingers have rights, too
RICHARD POLLARA
June 30, 2008
Toronto -- I woke up last week to find our club Menage a Quatre (an on-premise swingers club) in the middle of a media firestorm. Toronto councillor Mark Grimes had convinced city council to pass a resolution requiring city staff to look for ways to shut us down. Never mind that the licences we hold were legally obtained; never mind that our club is so discreetly located that, unless you know the exact location, you wouldn't know the club existed.
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Suspected swing club in Florida under scrutiny
The Hunt Club, a reported swinger’s club in Melbourne, FL is under scrutiny by the local authority. According to reports by a local news media, the Hunt Club operates out of Melbourne’s Oak Grove Acres subdivision. Many of the neighbors have voiced opposition to such activities.
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