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| All photos courtesy of Raphael Siniora (Me), from my series Sex Clubs with club swingers
I can't say I've ever been particularly interested in swingers' clubs, mostly because in my mind they are the haunts of the old, desperate, and flaccid, the playgrounds of gold-toothed Russian mobsters and characters out of Michel Houellebecq novels.
But then came an offer from my girlfriend. She had been to a swingers' club a few years before we met and found it quite fun. I said nothing at the time, mulling over it instead. A few days later, on a weekend, we were in a club drinking with some of my friends till the early hours. Around three in the morning, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I think now's the right time. Let's go swinging."
We left our group without much explanation and hopped in the car. Twelve miles later, we were up in the mountains on the outskirts of Barcelona, looking for parking outside a mansion. As we walked through the gates, a well-attired man in his 40s came out of the door in the company of two women. My doubts about my own outfit were confirmed as soon as we walked in. Compared with everyone else in the club, I was dressed like a fucking dog. The glamorous woman that greeted us explained politely that my shorts were totally against the dress code, but since it was my first time, just this once, they were willing to let it go.
Entrance cost about $70 and included four drinks. Men could enter only if accompanied by a woman, while women were allowed in either way. We were given a tour of all the different rooms—these included a disco (full of naked people), a pool (also full of naked people but which we did not try because my girlfriend hated the idea of all the sperm swimming around in the water), several king-size bedrooms, a cinema (which only showed porn, of course), and a terrace (which I guessed would be the equivalent of a night club's chill-out zone. The rules were made clear: Our belongings had to be left at the entrance, where we were given a towel and a pair of slippers. The couple should not at any point separate.
After going through these first steps, we drank some whiskey and walked around, taking in everything that was happening around us in an attempt to acclimate to the people and environment. Finally, we decided to go into one of the rooms. We moved into semi-darkness, while some 20 people engaged in various sexual activities in the space around us. We found a corner and started getting it on. It did not take long for others to join us, and within a few minutes our couple had turned into a handful.
The rules had been clear form the start: You must always ask for the couple's permission to participate, whether that is expressed or implied, keeping in mind that "no" very definitely means no. But of course, once you get into it, "no" isn't going to be in very many people's vocabulary. With an unmistakable gesture, a guy asked for my permission to get closer to my girlfriend. Before I could remind him of the obligation to use a condom, he showed me he already had one in his hand. He put it on and as he penetrated her, I pushed her head southward, asking her to give me a blowjob.
Shortly after that I lost her for a while. I ended up in another corner with two women while my girlfriend was his. I found her much later in another room—she was giving some other guy a blowjob, so I started licking her pussy while different sets of hands touched her everywhere. After a powerful orgasm, she got up, drank more whiskey, and started talking to a guy who told her that he was trying to hold back ejaculating for as long as possible but that having sex with her made that very difficult. I listened as I received oral sex from another complete stranger.
We took a break on the terrace. We smoked and talked with a guy from Seville, who spoke passionately against Catalan nationalism. That was a little boring, so we left—this time for the cinema, where we had sex with another couple. We never exchanged a word with them, but we understood one another quite easily. You see, part of the fun is looking, but also showing off.
After we were done with them, we went on a final tour of the house and decided to leave. We returned home satisfied—a new day was just beginning. Still excited, we smoked a last spliff and fucked while discussing the experience.
Maybe in a different context I would not have felt any attraction to the people I met that night, but I don't think I would have found anyone repugnant either. There were young people there but also older people—smaller and other larger, athletic bodies as well as bodies that clearly had not been taken good care of. But in the context of a swingers' club, that was unimportant.
The really interesting thing about the experience was the purely sexual connection established between complete strangers. It is also a great way for a couple to get over jealousy. You have to turn the tables and use others' sexual desire to your advantage. And if you cannot get over jealousy, you should just join in.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2015
I had sex at a swingers club and liked it !!
Why does my boyfriend like to smack me in the face with his penis?
— Dazed and Confused
Dear Dazed,
OK, you know when you have a food obsession like peanut butter or ketchup and you want to put it on everything? That's how men are with their penis. We want to smear it on everything.
We want the object of our desire to see and feel the power of our custard cannon. We want it respected, admired and revered. We want you to delight in it, beg for it and take pleasure in it. Or on it, as the case may be.
Basically, we want to dominate you with our penis. And to many of us, the best way of doing that is to get you up close and personal with He Who Makes All Our Decisions.
It's called penis worship and you, my friend, are clearly the heretic who does not embrace the rapture. You would do well to check out the five religions that worship the penis. In one Japanese sect, monks use a large wooden phallus to hit devotees over the head and bless them with its healing powers. No word on whether tickling its balls will up your chances at the lottery.
My point, and it's a big, thick one — look, I'm going to beat you with it! — is that men feel powerful when their partners revere that axis of evil between their legs. From a strictly sexual standpoint, I don't see the point of being a woman (or a gay man) if you're not going to engage in a little phallus worship.
Unless he's clubbing you with it like he's getting paid per pelt, I don't see what the big deal is. I'm assuming you go down on your partner and that if you don't exactly like it, you probably at least tolerate it. Well, what's the difference between having his penis in your mouth or the side of your face? My golden rule for sex between two people who love each other is simple: You have the right to say no, but the obligation to try. There's almost always a space between one partner's comfort level and another's sense of excitement.
Building the bridge between "way" and "NO WAY" isn't that hard if you do it with diplomacy, sensitivity and, most importantly, holding his dearest wish hostage to the negotiations.
In other words, there are probably things you want him to do that he isn't so crazy about. Now's a good time to bring them up. Your tit for his tat is the way the world works, baby. You just have to approach it with a sense of game and adventure. Sexual negotiation doesn't have to be a Republican-on-Democrat-let's-bring-the-whole-country-down-so-we-can-make-a-point affair. It's about two parties coming together to work out a deal that gets everybody off.
One way you can make his penis play a little more palatable is to ask yourself, "How can I make this more enjoyable?" You might be surprised what a new angle, position or approach can do to enhance the pleasure of something you're not that comfortable with. And you can double that pleasure if you bring it up to him so you're both working toward the same goal: trying to get more bang out of his thang.
Face it — and I mean those two words in every sense of your situation — lovers do things TO each other as a way of doing something FOR each other.
A Little Bit About June Palmer
Beautiful June Palmer, she of impeccable curves, was born in London on August 1, 1940. By the late 1960s she had blossomed into the subject of many a red-blooded Englishman's fantasy - her amazing figure, lovely face, and natural charisma in front of the camera made her a much sought-after model for magazine and camera club shoots in the UK.
It's rumored that she got her start dancing at SoHo's legendary Windmill Theatre during its last years, though at 5'2" it's unlikely she would have met their height requirements. In any event, she soon went exclusively into modeling.
June's most famous material comes from her long-standing collaboration with photographer Harrison Marks, who very nearly did not hire her due to incessant giggling during their first test shoots - luckily June settled down and the pair became one of the most successful in glamour photography at the time.
Though June and Harrison's relationship was romantic as well as professional, she eventually married photographer, actor, and stunt man Arthur Howell. She retired from professional modeling in 1970 and Howell and herself opened Strobe Studios, which for two hours every Thursday evening was open to amateur photographers to practice their art - portraits and pin-up style photography the first hour, a cup of tea, and then classical poses for the remainder. During this time June ran the respected June Palmer Modeling Agency and continued to pose for private shoots well into the 1970s.
She also appeared in several 1960s and 70s B-movies, including Taste the Blood of Dracula, Games That Lovers Play, The Nine Ages of Nakedness, and other pinnacles of modern filmmaking. Not to mention her many playful and sexy 8mm loops.
Sadly, June passed away at the end of 2003. She leaves a legacy as the perhaps the most reknowned British glam model of the 1960s and by all accounts a warm and genuine person, still beloved by fans the world over.
June Palmer, Buxom & British
Simply a natural in front of the camera (and by some accounts, behind one too), photographer Irv Carsten once said of June:
"I felt ashamed using an automatic camera. Her posing is second nature, she's beautiful from any angle, and without camera settings to make, there's nothing to do but watch."
On a side note you've probably noticed June regularly took the razor to her thatch, resulting in a smooth & rather nicely defined mons venus nestled between the V of her thighs. Although shaving wasn't widespread in the mid-60s population at large, it was fairly common for models in the British "glamour nudes" genre. Whatever one's opinion on landscaping & shrubbery, I think we can probably agree the loveshorn look suits her quite nicely...
Vampire!
Date & Origin: 1960s UK
Description: A Halloween treat - the buxom June Palmer is stalked by a vampire played by the appropriately gaunt Harrison Marks. Luckily, it's all a dream.... or is it?
Antique Smut from the 1800s – Brothel Threesome
By Raphael Siniora | December 2015
Antique Smut from the 1800s – Brothel Threesome
A threesome in a Parisian brothel – most likely from the late 1800s during the infamous & licentious French Belle Epoque (“Beautiful Age”), where morals were lax and the sex trade thrived. The lusty mademoiselle gazing into the camera is featured in quite a few XXX photoshoots of the era, perhaps one of the first pornstars…
From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora
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Vintage Erotica 1800s – Perusing The Paper With Legs Spread Wide…
Reading the newspaper the French way in the mid-1800s: on the floor & nude but for shoes & stockings, plump thighs spread wide, hairy pussy showing wet pink (if there were color back then anyhow). Nothing wrong with that.
From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora
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1800s Antique Porn – Anal Sex with French Harlot
A Frenchman enjoying a nice bit of anal fucking with a French harlot in a Parisian brothel, most likely from the 1870s or 1880s.
From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora
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Antique Sex, Late 1800s – Girl On Top
Victorian lass mounting her lover in the late 1800s, from the antique sex collection at Raphael Siniora
Antique French Nude, 1800s – Trapeze Artist Spreads Her Legs
French acrobat gives the camera a scandalous pose in mid-1800s Paris – her white curvy thighs spread wide to reveal a splendid & willing cunt as she gazes directly at the viewer. Not a shy mademoiselle to say the least.
From the antique sex archives (both photos & films) at Raphael Siniora
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