<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:25:28.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You....and Them</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-75144929266765789</id><published>2008-06-06T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:40:44.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-75144929266765789?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/75144929266765789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=75144929266765789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/75144929266765789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/75144929266765789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-immediate-release-june-5-2008-law.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-9099611799413572145</id><published>2007-10-06T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:51:39.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-9099611799413572145?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/9099611799413572145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=9099611799413572145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/9099611799413572145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/9099611799413572145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2007/10/filing-for-traffic-ticket-court-date.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116612892261656713</id><published>2006-12-14T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:42:02.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its been fun...thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;well, it seems that i am following in the footsteps of some of my favourite bloggers, but i am taking a break from the blogging world.  i may be back later, i may be back never, but i definitely do not have the time right now to be writing here and i didnt want to keep anyone waiting in anticipation any longer!  :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enjoyed sharing my stories with everyone here and hope you have enjoyed reading them!  i can always be reached at dirtyalana@gmail.com if you have any questions or comments you would like to share with me  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirtyalana &amp; Y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116612892261656713?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116612892261656713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116612892261656713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116612892261656713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116612892261656713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-funthank-you.html' title='its been fun...thank you!'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116432586055881788</id><published>2006-11-23T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:51:00.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>messege from M&amp;B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/11/mb-conclusion-for-now.html"&gt;M&amp;B&lt;/a&gt;: hey dirtyalana &amp;amp; Y. We want to apologize for the other night.  M had a performance problem and so it was difficult to get into because of that, ( No, this does not usually happen.) anyway, we had a great time with you both. you are amazing and we like everything about u. we felt rather bad and would have stayed longer. @ the time we didn't know what to say. hope you forgive us :) we both would love to see you both again.  although he was tremendously turned on mr happy just wouldn't work. just to remind you we were very much into you. thanks for the great time. ...i on the other hand was very much into it. :D   but i need M to enjoy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  hey guys...I guess we'll forigve ya, this time anyway! :P but seriously, we had a great time meeting you guys as well! and would be totally up for a sequal sometime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116432586055881788?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116414646609336302</id><published>2006-11-21T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:12:40.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brunch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the next sunday we meet A &amp; Jbob at one of our favourite little restaurants for a good old' wholesome time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we drank shots of wheatgrass juice, ate wonderful organic meals and even took a trip to the local health food store with them afterwards. on the way home to drop us off we stopped at an open house for a multi million dollar home and took a tour with them. the only time during the whole meeting that it got a little dirty was when we got to the master bedroom which had an open glass shower beside a window with a marvelous view and Jbob said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"man, that shower would be awesome to have both of you girls in at the same time!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when they dropped us off at our house, they thanked us for the great time and J bob proclaimed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"it was fun guys! but next time we see you, i promise there will be sex involved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny enough, i wasnt disappointed that there wasnt any sex involved in the past two meetings with A&amp;Jbob.  i enjoyed getting to know them without the pressures of sex involved and the anticipation for another steamy session with them was building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='brunch?'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116399070083016382</id><published>2006-11-19T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:45:00.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;Jbob continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at this time we kinda had two couples we were "sweet" with and decided we wanted to see &lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-now-comes-sex.html"&gt;A&amp;Jbob &lt;/a&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jbobs answering machine:  "Hey Jbob, its dirtyalana.  we wanted to see if you guys were available for either dinner tomorrow night, or for brunch next sunday.  give us a call and let us know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we hadent heard back from Jbob all day, so decided to go out for dinner by ourselves.  at around 6:30pm when we had just arrived at the restaurant i noticed i had missed a call and received a message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey guys, sorry we are so late getting back to you, we would love to go out to dinner tonight.  im starving.  give me a call.  oh, and whats with brunch on sunday?  brunch??  what are we, church ladies?  are we going to go play golf afterward??  anyway, give me a call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so typically Jbob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ended up meeting us for dinner, we had good food and good conversations and decided to get together for brunch, even though Jbob insisted there was something weird about hanging out with other swingers in broad daylight on a sunday.  we convinced him it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we all headed home with nothing but a quick kiss on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone watching us would have had no clue that we had spent about 3 hours naked with them just a week earlier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116399070083016382?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116399070083016382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116399070083016382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116399070083016382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116399070083016382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/11/ajbob-continued.html' title='A&amp;Jbob continued'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116356172332136593</id><published>2006-11-14T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:35:23.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once M&amp;B left we went from room to room voyeuristically taking in the sites.   it was late and we werent interested in meeting any new couples, so we were going to watch a little live porn then go home to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found an empty bed that overlooked another bed with two young couples fooling around.  i lay on our bed and got to watch the "'porn" while Y played with and licked my pussy and nipples.  a while into our fun, two women sprang out of no where; one jumped right in and started licking my pussy while the other started sucking Y's cock.  They werent that attractive, and we usually dont let people touch us without asking, but for some reason we let this just happen.  Y did slow it down when the girl who was sucking his cock asked if she could fuck him and he politely declined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the girls pleasured us, their men found their way over and pleasured them.  the girl that was going down on me had her ass up in the air and her man took the opportunity to slip his cock right in and fucked her hard from behind as he watched me cum from his wifes tongue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i moaned while she licked me as he fucked her and the other girl sucked Y as he played with my nipples in a big jumble of sweat and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the fun cleared, there were about 5 couples standing around all watching us.  i guess i was too involved that i didnt even notice we were the centre of attention in the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finished up for the night and headed to the change room we ran into two couples that had been watching us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey guys, we just wanted to tell you that you were really hot back there.  that whole thing was amazing to watch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other couple piped in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, that was great.  very hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks guys, im glad you liked!" i responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home that night with a smile on my face and feeling like a swinging celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116356172332136593?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116356172332136593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116356172332136593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116356172332136593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116356172332136593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/11/rest-of-night.html' title='the rest of the night'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116313118014327954</id><published>2006-11-09T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:59:40.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;B the conclusion.  for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B &amp; i walk out of the bathroom hand in hand and tell the boys we want to go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked experiencing it all through their eyes.  i felt like it was my first time upstairs when we walked through the door leaving the loud, hectic club atmosphere behind and entered the calm, musty smelling room with soft moans heard in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we undress in the locker room i noticed that B seemed quite confident and excited while M was a little more hesitant to be undressing in a room full of strangers.  once we were wrapped up tight in towels, we showed M&amp;B around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a quiet night with not many people were upstairs yet, so it didnt take us long to find a free bed to provide our own entertainment.  we made small talk while we all lounged on the bed.  B &amp; i both started stroking our men.  Y was hard almost instantly (as usual) but M seemed to be struggling a little.  completely understandable considering this was their first time and it was all so new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon the conversation stopped...it is a bit difficult to carry on a conversation with a cock in your mouth after all.  B seemed very into it all but M still wasnt "rising" to the occasion.  they switched positions and M's tongue got a work out on B's clit and as she lay there moaning i decided to get closer to her and lay on my back beside her.  i could tell Y's cock wanted to be fucked so i happily invited him in.  as he slowly started to sink himself deep inside me he leaned in close and whispered, "i think she wants you to touch her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought she did too since her fingertips were grazing my thigh every so often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my hand away from Y's back to stoke her bare shoulder and she quickly reciprocated by raising her hand along my stomach to my breasts.  she swiveled her body around to face me and asked "is it alright if i kiss you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of course"  i smilingly reply.  we flirtingly hesitate inches away from each others faces before wrapping our lips and tongues around each others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next 20 mins were a blissful blur to me with Y fucking me in a multitude of positions, which is always good in itself, and making out with B at every opportunity.  i knew Y wanted to get in on the action but we hadent discussed boundaries with them for the men touching the girls and they were new to this whole thing so he didnt want to push too far and make them feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having so much fun that i didnt even notice that M did not get hard the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Y came he hoped off the bed to clean himself off and M took a breather also.  in a last attempt to get M junior into the game B and i took the stage.  we kissed and made out and rolled around with each other, then she climbed on top of me and turned herself around to a 69 position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a first for me.   as she flicked her tongue across my clit she spread her legs and wrapped them around my face.  i opened my mouth and reciprocated the warmth and tingling she was producing in my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thats a nice sight"  Y says as M nods his head, his penis still limp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and i had our fun but with M not getting into it (or at least part of him not into it) she hopped off of the "alana joy ride" to talk to M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i headed over to the water cooler to replenish out liquids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when M&amp;B caught up to us they let us know they were going to leave.  they said they were going out for a cigarette and may come back, but we all knew the real reason they were leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it can be an overwhelming experience for the first time and may take a while for some body parts to get adjusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we said our good byes and as they left Y and i decided to stay upstairs and have a little more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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now'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116287323893019380</id><published>2006-11-06T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:21:29.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so here's some pictures of us at halloween. as you know i was originally thinking of doing a couple costume that "matched." even when i decided on this costume i was picturing us showing up all swank and in matching black. hot and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then Y found a shirt with a picture of Tupac on it. his mind was made up on the spot and his inner gangsta came out in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures dont really do either of the costumes justice. the last one of me was taken in a miror by myself so has some strange colouring to it. i photoshoped a larger mask onto my face, but still feel a little daring having this much of me exposed on my blog. the cluttered apartment was again photoshoped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while at the club that night we did have a couple come up to us and say "are you guys britney and k-fed?" and i had to laugh. i didnt even think of that before we left the house, but i guess Sara's suggestion took the prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/halloween1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/halloween1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/halloween2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/memask.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/memask.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/memask.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion to the M&amp;amp;B story will be up in a day or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116287323893019380?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116287323893019380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116287323893019380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116287323893019380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116287323893019380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-heres-some-pictures-of-us-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116111506077621699</id><published>2006-10-17T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:22:32.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>costume....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;we may be going to a club for halloween but arent quite sure what we would like to go as.  i dont want to do a typical outfit like everyone else (sexy nurse, cat, devil, bunny, etc) but would like something a little more creative.  any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some ideas we are playing with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cowboy and cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;married cousins from the south (funny, but not too sexy)&lt;br /&gt;pimp and ho (me as the pimp, Y as the ho.  again, not so sexy for either of us, unless you are into cross dressing, i suppose.)&lt;br /&gt;good cop, bad cop&lt;br /&gt;and our favourite, a cowboy (for him) and an indian girl (for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always wanted to be a banana for halloween, but that wouldnt be sexy at all.  &lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;phallic&lt;/span&gt;, yes.  sexy, no.  while i was searching for costumes i found one website that sold a plug and outlet costume for couples.  i thought it was funny, but didnt want to pay over $100 for it.  so any suggestions would be appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116111506077621699?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116111506077621699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116111506077621699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116111506077621699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116111506077621699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/10/costume.html' title='costume....'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116068818292118723</id><published>2006-10-12T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:31:21.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;B take two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;i wish we had made it out for the thai dinner to be able to get to know M&amp;B outside of the club and so that we would have a specific place to meet them...i was starting to worry that we would not recognize them when we got to the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the door and paid to get in, we spotted them right away. they actually looked like their pictures (which is rare for this world) and were sitting on a couch on the sidelines, holding onto each other and watching the fun around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk up to them and i suddenly feel a little silly for canceling on them, and then showing up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you M&amp;amp;B?" i ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes! you guys made it!" B responds excitedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, we got in a little fight over the phone, but we worked it all out when we saw each other in person. we dont usually stay mad for long" Y replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good! from what i know about you guys, it seems like you are very much in love and i had a feeling you were going to work things out quickly and make it tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y and i can be one of those "mushy" couples that are constantly holding onto and kissing each other...and making other people sick.  i used to dislike those couples, but now that im on the flipside, i like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a pretty good conversation with them, even though we are at a loud club.  we found a spot on a couch away from the dance floor and talked for about an hour.  they were both very easy to get along with and didnt seem crazy, which is always good.  i thought they were both pretty cute, but was again more attracted to the girl (B) than the boy (M).  They were new to this whole world, but still seemed very enthusiastic and eager to try it out instead of being shy and introverted, which i liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour a salsa song came on and Y and i decided to go try out our "skills" on the dance floor so we excused ourselves from M&amp;B.  Y let me know that he wasn't HUGLY attracted to B, but they seemed like a great couple and he wouldnt mind fooling around with them.  i agreed. Y told me to go ask them if they wanted to go upstairs with us and i start to get nervous.  im so terrible at making the first move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"common baby.  we are never going to get any couples if you are so scared to make the first move or to approach them all the time!  women are the ones that have to make the moves in these situations" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true.  women run swing clubs and they make all the calls.  unfortunate for shy little me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see M&amp;B dancing across the club and i get really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do i say to her?  hey, do you guys think we are cute enough to get it on with? yes?  alright, lets go upstairs and fuck??" i ask, getting a little defensive as i always do when im faced with something i dont want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sure! say whatever you feel comfortable saying baby.  just do it soon, it's getting late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dance for a while longer and i decide to go to the washroom, pretty up a bit and talk to them right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i flush and walk out of the stall, B enters the washroom.  maybe they were talking about the same thing and she followed me in to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make small talk while shes in the stall but when she comes out there is a brief silence between us as she washes her hands.  its awkward and im nervous and at that moment i am so glad that i have found the person i want to be with for the rest of my life so that i dont have to go through this dating thing seriously anymore and remind myself that this is just for fun with another couple.  we arent asking them to marry us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i break the silence, "so you guys are having fun here, i hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of course!  its very exciting.  and how could we not have fun with a great couple like you two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so, were you guys thinking of venturing upstairs at all tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we were talking about it, and we arent too sure..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, Y and i were just talking and we were thinking of heading up shortly, but would really like for you two to join us... if you're up for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiles slyly and says "i think we may be up for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good" i smile back "you guys are brave, it took me three times of coming here before i got the courage to go upstairs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, you guys make us feel very comfortable" she says as she grabs my hand.  "common, lets go tell the boys" and we rush out of the washroom together...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116068818292118723?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116068818292118723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116068818292118723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116068818292118723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116068818292118723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/10/mb-take-two.html' title='M&amp;B take two'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-116017047526365977</id><published>2006-10-06T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:55:48.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>date #1 with M&amp;B?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we chatted with the new, slightly boring couple a little bit more and decided to meet them. they were a tad dry, but they seemed to want the same things as us (happy with oral and not going "all the way" with each others partner) and i really liked the idea of teaching them a little bit about the swinging world. we talked about meeting them at the club, but decided against that since we had &lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-club-again-nearing-end-of.html"&gt;met another couple there before &lt;/a&gt;and it was hard and awkward to talk to them and get to know them over the loud club music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made plans to meet them for dinner first. if we hit it off we could proceed to the club from there, if we didn’t hit it off, we could make up a lame excuse to cut the night short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was excited for two reasons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) we really seemed to be hitting it off with this couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) we were going out for thai food. one of my favourist of foods. (yes i said "favourist") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had to go out for a while beforehand and about 3 hours before we were supposed to meet with M&amp;B, IT happened. Y had called me on my cell phone and we got in a fight. when Y and i fight, we dont really scream and yell at each other. we get mad then i usually cry and we both give each other the silent treatment until we cool off and can talk civilly about whatever we may be fighting about. (if i remember correctly, this fight was about pulley systems...really, dont ask) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we hung up on each other. i was pissed. he was pissed. when i finally made it home, Y was napping in the bedroom and i messaged M&amp;B: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: hey guys...i hope you get this soon...im sorry for the short notice, but we have to cancel for tonight. its nothing to do with you..we had a bit of a fight and are not really in the frame of mind for this tonight. im afraid we wouldnt be much fun. im really really sorry and hope that we can re-schedule for another night. you should head to the club without us still though. its a good time. hope we can talk soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;B: No worries guys, we are still going to check out the club. We will probably go to the thai restaurant too. if you guys felt up to it come out, if not we will talk to you later and hook up another date to meet. Try to have a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to nap on the couch. i was woken up an hour later by Y trying to fit on the couch to snuggle up with me. we hate being mad at each other for too long. we talked out the problem and made up and kissed.  And kissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we decided to see if we could at least still make it to the club to meet M&amp;amp;B...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-116017047526365977?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/116017047526365977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=116017047526365977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116017047526365977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/116017047526365977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/10/date-1-with-mb.html' title='date #1 with M&amp;B?'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115975831382064900</id><published>2006-10-01T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:08:49.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some more pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/foot_photoshoped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/foot_photoshoped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/legs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/legs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my weekend was a bit busier than i had first anticipated, but i did manage to take a few pictures. these are just two of my favourites taken before our night out to a swing club. obviously the foot one is photoshoped since the junk in the background took away from the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a "foot and ankle" as requested by Sarah and "stockings" (i chose thigh highs) as chosen by Dave and Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115975831382064900?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115975831382064900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115975831382064900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115975831382064900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115975831382064900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-more-pics.html' title='some more pics'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115947607030601045</id><published>2006-09-28T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:50:51.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;B - first encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:date st="on" year="2006" day="16" month="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;up until this point, we were always the "newbies" in every swinging situation. people always showing us the ins and outs, answering all of our questions and having more experience than us. and then one lonely friday night with Y out of town, i chatted to M&amp;B...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: hello&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: hey, how r u?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;M&amp;B: we are just winding down after a pretty hectic day. We are pretty excited to have met someone already&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: i see. i love a good wind-down&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;. you met another couple today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: No we haven't met anyone physically yet but you are the first people that we have contacted through this service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: OOOHHHHHH.....i see! wow, well, welcome to this wonderful world! are both of you there?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;M&amp;B: yes. how about you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: this is alana. Y is out of town for the weekend :( im so lonely without him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: I bet when I work nights B gets pretty lonely too. I have a question can you explain what ' soft swapping means'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and then all of a sudden, i was no longer the newbie...i was the teacher. the girl with experience. they could come to me to find out all their swinging needs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;st1:date st="on" year="2006" day="16" month="3"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: hahaha, we actually just got that question answered last weekend for us! we have been looking for other couples for a few months and finally got up the courage to ask someone just now! too funny. good you ask now though!..a soft swap is where oral is involved, and the girls can usually play with each other, but there is no intercourse. full swap is switching partners for intercourse where you could be in the same room, separate or all playing together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;M&amp;B: thanks for giving us some insight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: so you guys are brand new then....what made you want to try this out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;B: Well I would love to see B getting pleasure from a women and B is Bi-curious so she is looking for a first time sexual experience with a women. We wanted to make some friends as well and we would see where it went from there. The soft swapping sounds pretty good to start.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: :) i think i liked you guys right from the start because you sound exactly like us about 2 months ago!! i have always been bi curios...ive gotten to experience a little and really like it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;B: Sounds like we have met a great couple to experiment with. You seem like you are easy going. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: just always remember, in the end, you are doing this for you and your partner...never worry about anyone else’s feelings but you and your partners!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: For sure, you are saying all of the right things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: yeah, we are very easy going. and are still quite new so willing to move slow! we like meeting new people too. we met a couple last a while ago that we hung out with till 5 in the morning, but we never touched each other...just talked all night in their hot tub! it was interesting and we got a lot of good stories from them...they swing all over the world! crazy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;B: WOW, Have you ever met any pushy people?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: most couples in this lifestyle are pretty respectful, and no always means no. if you find a couple that doesnt understand that, avoid them. we have heard some bad stories. but everyone we have been around has been very respectful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;M&amp;amp;B: sound cool. Do you like to talk to people you are interested in on MSN a while before you meet?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: well, its hard to tell what people are really like on msn...and sometimes pictures lie! we like to chat for a bit and if everyone seems normal, we like to set up a no-pressure meet. like lunch where we all agree that nothing is going to happen that time. then we can go home after the meeting and talk it over before we jump into anything&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;. we have also started going to some swinger clubs that are better now that we have a little experience and arent so scared. there you can meet people face to face and see exactly what you are getting!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;B: That sounds like a very good idea. We have never been to a swingers club but would like to experience that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: well, we go to club wicked often now. if you wanted to join us one weekend we could show you around and chat a little there in person :) they also have an "on premise" area upstairs that people have sex all over the place. i suggest not trying that out on the first time unless you are comfortable with it. it is an amazing experience though. you can just watch and please each other if you choose, or join in with other couples. we went to the club a few times before we went upstairs cause i was a little apprehensive. but it was great. very free and easy and sexy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: WOW that sounds like an awesome time. We would love to come check it out and meet you and Y. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: :) too bad hes not in town this weekend...they have themes every weekend and its topless night on saturday! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;B: well I work this weekend but I'm off next weekend. If Y is in town next weekend we should check it out with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: that would be nice! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: Can you dance at this club? B and I love to dance. We might not get any dancing in because we will probably be preoccupied with everything that's going on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: hahaha...its pretty small, but you can definitely dance! Y will like you guys. he loves to dance...im not so good at it though! its actually not that crazy in the club area. its like a normal club but there will be a topless girl here and there, and some sexy outfits. its $20 per couple for the club. if you want to go upstairs its $60 i believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;M&amp;B: $60 a couple for upstairs?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: yeah...upstairs is where the real fun happens ;) but the club is ok too. especially the first time. i dont think we can ever go to a normal club again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;B: That awesome! You guys don't drink at all?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: i do sometimes, but Y doesnt at all. some people call us "health freaks" but we are just very conscious of what we put into our bodies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;me: well guys, i need to head to bed since i didnt sleep very well last night....you guys seriously sound a lot like us and i feel really good about you two! i hope we can chat and hopefully meet soon!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;M&amp;amp;B: Talk to you later. Hope you sleep well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;me: heh..i hope so too! maybe next time we can exchange a pic or two :) g'night and sweet dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;M&amp;amp;B: see you. Kiss Kiss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, so they seemed a little tame and slightly boring, but I really liked the fact that they were brand new to the lifestyle. Maybe we could be the ones unleash their wild side…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;st1:date style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" st="on" year="2006" day="30" month="3"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" st="on" year="2006" day="30" month="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:8;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115947607030601045?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115947607030601045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115947607030601045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115947607030601045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115947607030601045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/mb-first-encounter.html' title='M&amp;B - first encounter'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115935735069790463</id><published>2006-09-27T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T06:42:30.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/collor%20bone%20September%2025%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/collor%20bone%20September%2025%20033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/collor%20bone%20September%2025%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wasnt feeling very sexy last night so decided to start with something simple; the collar bone. this is my favourite one that Y took, but i think im going to attempt it again this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;please leave more suggestions in the comment box if you have any!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115935735069790463?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115935735069790463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115935735069790463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115935735069790463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115935735069790463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-attempt.html' title='first attempt'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115904890994928204</id><published>2006-09-23T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:30:00.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so, i got a new camera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/1600/September%2013-17%20175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4850/2515/320/September%2013-17%20175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotaction.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Philip Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotaction.ca/archives/2006/05/action_photo_challenge.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;photo-challenge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on his blog a while back and i wanted to do something similar with you guys, but a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently bought a new camera. since day one ive wanted to have the look of my blog be more personal with perhaps some sexy pictures of my self. a leg, a silhouette or maybe even a breast. but i would really like to have it be more personal to you too! so i am going to have a photo-challenge of my own. tell me in the comments what you want to see. it could be pictures of me or it could be anything you find sexy really. (all anonymous though. no full face!) i would like some classy, artsy, dirty ideas to spruce up this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, let me know what you would like to see and i will post my interpretation of what you have requested. then we can all decide what pics would be best to permanently display on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sound fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115904890994928204?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115904890994928204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115904890994928204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115904890994928204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115904890994928204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-got-new-camera.html' title='so, i got a new camera...'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115835561846095346</id><published>2006-09-15T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:27:03.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and now comes the sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when we arrived at Jbob and A's house, the same routine as last time followed. Jbob went around the entire house shutting all the blinds tightly. A went to the kitchen to make some tea. Jbob came back with robes for all of us to wear and we all got naked during casual conversation and slipped into our robes. i wonder how many times they have done this routine? the hot tub was again strangely platonic considering there were 4 attractive naked people in it. the only form of debauchery that occurred was Jbob gently caressing my leg and for a split second he secretly reached over between my legs and ran one finger over my clit. it gave me an unexpected shiver of excitement. by the time we got out of the hot tub it was quite late and i figured there wasnt going to be any sex again that night...but then Jbob speaks up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hey. do you guys want to see my favorite porn?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;has that sentence ever NOT lead to sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh. "why is it your favorite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know, its got everything. excitement, action, hot girls. it actually has a plot that is pretty good too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good plot in a porn? ok, now i gotta see this. "put it on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little ways into the porn and it seemed like all other porn out there to me, but with a little bit of a higher budget. the lighting, set decoration and design were pretty damn good for a porn, but the bad acting oozed out like a cheesy filling. Y &amp;amp; i like the "real" porn. the armature stuff downloaded off the internet or even college fuck fest because it all feels more like real people. porns like Jbob's, with the fake boobs and thick make-up, dont seem real and arent as appealing to us. but none the less, there were people fucking on the big screen tv and Jbob started stroking himself and says, "baby. will you come give me head?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think thats a pretty good indicator that this wasnt going to be a sexless night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A responds by giving him a look that implied she wasn't impressed with his blunt demands, but still crawls over to Jbob and throws a pillow on the floor to give her knees support while kneeling on the ground in front of him. "A can give 'porn star' head when shes in the mood." Jbob informs us then directs the conversation to A "you are so beautiful baby. common, suck it." she rolls her eyes and says "what am I? your whore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am quite amused by both A and Jbob and how they react with each other and for a split second i forget about being turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey alana, why dont you give Y head too?" Jbob asks and i snap out of 'amused analytical alana' back into 'lets get it on alana' i grab a pillow to cushion my knees and help A push the coffee table out of the way. then we both lick our boys hard. we are each on a separate couch which gives Y a good view of A's ass and Jbob a view of mine. its quite a similar scene as the &lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/venturing-upstairs-2.html"&gt;first time we met Jbob and A&lt;/a&gt;, but instead of real people fucking all around us, there is cheesy porn in the background. A and I suck for a while until Y moans quietly that he wants to fuck me. i climb on top of him, not facing him (reverse cowboy i believe is the term for this position?) so that i can take in the sights of our friends together. he holds his hand high up around his cock so that i can only slip a tiny bit of him into me and he pulls out to teasingly rub my clit with his head. i get so angry when he teases me, but i love it all at the same time. he finally lets go and i sit in his lap letting him get as deep in me as he possibly can. i rock back and forth on him letting his cock get familiar with my insides as i watch A and Jbob swivel around into a 69 on the couch in front of me. A's hair covered most of her face, but once in a while she would run her fingers through her hair showing us how well she can deep throat. i start to ride Y, loving the sight thats in front of me. this is the first time that a woman has turned me on more than a man. i like both A and Jbob, but if i had to choose, i would definitely fuck her over him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jbob needed some water and kissed A and left the room for a moment. A made her way over to us. i rocked back and forth on Y again giving me the deep penetration and clitoral stimulation i wanted. A started caressing my legs and kissing me gently then kissed her way down to my perky little breasts and nipples. i lean back and kiss Y and try to position myself to give him a good view of what she was doing to me.  there is nothing that can get me off quicker than simultaneous nipple and clit play and i almost instantaneously felt my body getting warmer and closer to orgasm. i rocked faster on Y. as A switched nipples she looked up at me and gave a cute yet devilish little smile. it sent me over the top and i came and twitched and moaned in delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i climbed off Y while Jbob was just coming back into the room to join the fun. Jbob looked confused as to why there wasnt anything going on at that very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"did alana cum already? and i missed it!?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"dont worry. i'll come again. im lucky like that" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jbob grins and then turns his gaze to A. "you are so gorgeous. isnt she gorgeous?" he directs to us and Y and i both nod. Jbob and A start kissing and i feel Y pressing himself against me, still hard and wanting more. A takes a bit of control and brings Jbob down onto the couch and climbs onto of his instantly hard cock. Y directs me to the other couch and positions me on all fours facing our entertainment. he gives my ass a little slap and directs his cock straight into my pussy. we watch A and Jbob perform as they turn to watch us also. i found this experience slightly more intimidating than actually going upstairs at the club. it was a lot more intimate with just us two couples in the room but it was also more exciting since we all knew each other and were comfortable with each other before having sex in front of each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"i want you two girls to kiss" Jbob announces. A smiles at me questioningly like she is asking for permission. we lean in close over Jbob and gently kiss as the boys continue to fuck us. she was so gentle and so soft that it made the experience that much more sensual for me instead of purely erotic. dont get me wrong. i love i good hard fuck but the thing that turns me on the most is being totally and utterly relaxed. usually if im lightly tickled or getting my hair played with i cant help but create a wet spot in my pants. it creates a heavy yet light feeling in my entire body and heightens all sensations. A's kissing had this relaxing calming effect on me. i was getting the best of both worlds. being fucked hard from behind with Y's beautiful cock and being caressed sensually from the front with A's kissable lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we explored each others lips until Jbob couldnt take it anymore.  A slid off of him and positioned herself between his legs to suck him once again.  do you mind licking his nipples?  she asked and i repositioned myself over his chest as we both brought him to orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jbob needed another break after his fun and i moved back over to Y.  A comes with me and heads for his nipples.  "do you mind?" she asks as Y and i both hesitate.  much to my dismay, he hates his nipples being played with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hes not a fan of the whole nipple thing"  i say and she backs off.  i feel bad for Y because i know he is probably aching for her to touch him, and for her to help me suck him, but they made it quite clear before that they do not do oral until they know a couple VERY well and we werent quite at that point.  A positions herself behind me and while i start to pleasure him, she is kissing and rubbing my back, neck and shoulders.  she instantly sends me back to my relaxed state and i wish she would move her hands down my back and slip her fingers around to my soaking pussy, and bring her other hand around play with Y's balls.  maybe next time we will know them well enough to go farther with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jbob came back he was ready to go again and he came and sat next to Y on the couch.  A heads back to her position on the floor in front of Jbob and works her magic at bringing him back into the game.  i want Y inside me again and he gets up to enter me from behind while i move closer to A and Jbob, craving to have A's lips around mine again.  i kiss her shoulder as she is performing her "porn star" blowjob on Jbob.  shes circling her tongue around his head while keeping strong and sexy eye contact with him.  my kiss on her shoulder catches his eye and he jesters her my way, to which i dont protest at all.  her hand takes over where her lips left off on him while her lips once again find mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love watching these girls kiss."  Jbob proclaims  "i think its because you can tell that they both REALLY enjoy each other.  its not just a 'show' or anything, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and i both smile at each other in agreement and continue to taste each others mouths and bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y enters me from behind.  its a 4 some experience that is quite a bit more tame than our first experience, but definitely more comfortable and enjoyable.    Jbob's hand finds its way to my dangling breasts to tease my nipples while i continue to rub A's back and take every opportunity to wrap my tongue around hers when her lips arent wrapped around Jbob's cock.  Y is behind me almost sending me into orgasm with every pump of his hips and i get even more excited when i see his hand make its way to A's back and down to her ass where he gives a little squeeze.   his hand lingers around, feeling and lightly slapping her ass and then makes its way down to her wanting pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember who came at what point.   it is now all just a beautiful blur of flesh and pleasure that i will remember for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by time we had all had our fill it was quite early in the morning and definitely time for us to head home.  we helped clean up, drank a lot of water, got dressed and Jbob drove us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we should definitely get together again soon"  we all agree as we close the door and Jbob drives back home to his lovely A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty good for a night i thought was going to be once again strictly platonic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115835561846095346?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115835561846095346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115835561846095346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115835561846095346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115835561846095346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-now-comes-sex.html' title='and now comes the sex?'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115751254986066995</id><published>2006-09-05T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:20:49.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guest post by my one and only....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce myself. I'm Y, Alana's other half and partly the reason why she takes so long to post sometimes. Now I'm not the only reason. Alana is innately quiet lazy, which is the main reason why she takes so long to post. But in her defense posting takes a great deal of time for Alana. She first writes it all down in this book she has. She carries this book everywhere with grand intentions on writing in it all the time. Even on each and every trip we went on. Whether we were canoeing down the Spanish river or one of many road trips or camping at Sandbanks it always came. But even though it came, sadly it rarely ever ended up fuller from when we started. Those grand intensions faded away in the excitement of whatever we were doing. Life always seems to get in the way. And again.. Alana's quite lazy.. She's one of the most laid back people I know.. (Its great though, cause I'm anal as hell, but it all works out and balances us somehow...) So after she's finished putting down all her ideas into her little green book she then types it all into her computer. She's not the quickest at typing and also takes some care to turn her rough ideas to make them into the writing you all know. This all can take her a couple hours if it's a long enough post. Which takes her away from paying attention to me! I don't mind most of the time but I have been known to distract her occasionally and I'm sorry to all of you for that! I hope you all understand and if you saw what she looks like you would! So it all comes down to two things... Laziness mixed with a whole lot of distraction. But fear not... Now that summer is over the posts will likely start flowing again more regularly as most distraction slowly fades away with summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115751254986066995?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115751254986066995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115751254986066995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115751254986066995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115751254986066995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-post-by-my-one-and-only.html' title='guest post by my one and only....'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115748051493987264</id><published>2006-09-05T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:21:55.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y and i get prettied up for our date and at 7:25 A calls to let us know she is downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we walk outside there is a black luxury car waiting for us with the driver waiting to open the door to let us in.   when the door opens we are greeted by A's smiling face.  "Jbob had to stay late at work so he will meet us at the restaurant in a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived at the restaurant hesitate, not knowing if i should wait for the driver to come open the door for me.  i was never taught luxury car etiquette!  the driver goes around to open A's door and i decide that it would be ridiculous to wait, so i open the door myself.  Y does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant is tiny, ornate and smells of incense.  we sit down with enough time to chit chat and peruse over the menu before Jbob rushes in, apologizes for being late, kisses A on the cheek, kisses my hand, nods at Y proclaims he is starving and looks around as if looking to find a waitress to take his order this very instance.  he is such a whirlwind of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were chatting and waiting for the food, the subject of drinking came up and Jbob was astounded that we dont drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you do this sober??"  he asked in disbelief  "like right from the start?  werent you nervous getting naked with strangers without being drunk??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, we do this sober.  Y tried to get me drunk on new years to loosen me up, but we have been sober every other time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow.  we were both wasted our first time.  i still usually have a few drinks no, you know, to lower the inhibitions..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess Y and i dont have that many inhibitions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the food was great once it arrived, but ethiopian does not have a slimming effect on me.  it left me with a bloated belly and i wondered if tonight was the night we were going to end up fooling around with Jbob &amp; A and i got a little nervous about showing of my newly formed belly.  oh the stressed of being a swinging girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished our meals and Jbob paid for the entire bill.  (yup, i could get used to this!)  and they offered to give us a ride home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this would be another plutonic night out until Jbob asks  "so...you guys want to come over for a hot tub?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think it is possible to have two naked hot tubs without getting a little frisky, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though my bloated feeling belly gave a loud digestive gurgle, my pussy started to tingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sure.  we could go for a hot tub"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115748051493987264?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115748051493987264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115748051493987264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115748051493987264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115748051493987264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-continued.html' title='finally continued...'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115707749737184441</id><published>2006-08-31T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:55:18.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>messege</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"hey alana its jbob.  listen, we wanted to take you guys out for dinner tonight....around 8ish?  im at work until 7, but give A a call and work something out with her.  talk to you later beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i call A after work and we decide to try out an ethiopian restaurant that none of us have been to before.  "ok, so the driver is coming to pick us up at 7, so we will pick you guys up at around 7:30.  i'll call when we are almost at your place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the driver!?  looks like we picked ourselves a good couple to become friends with.  a girl could get used to this treatment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115707749737184441?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115707749737184441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115707749737184441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115707749737184441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115707749737184441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/08/messege.html' title='messege'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115524059588378441</id><published>2006-08-10T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:16:10.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A &amp; J date #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;we arrived at the restaurant at 7:50 since Y got off work early. A &amp; J were not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you looking for someone?" the bartender asks us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah.  a couple...blonde girl, darker man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, bob and his wife! yeah, they were in here a while ago. they left but i think they said they would be back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bob? no, we are looking for J" i respond to the bartender then turn to Y "maybe he goes by bob too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sit and wait for a while. then call A's cell and wait a little longer. just as we were thinking of leaving A calls to say that they are on their way...just had to drop in on a dog they were dog-sitting for. another &lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-date-2.html"&gt;"being stood up"&lt;/a&gt; crisis averted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we meet them outside, kisses all around and head in to the restaurant.  the bartender smiled at us with a little confusion in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the table looking over the menu, Y brings up the false identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so your real name is bob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J gets frigid and glares over his menu  "who told you that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, the bartender..."  J cuts Y off "the bartender told you?"  he puts down his menu and starts looking around for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jump in not wanting him to yell at her or anything, even though i dont think that he would "no, J, we came in here expecting you to be here and were looking for you.  she asked us who we were looking for so we described you and she referred to you as bob.  we told her we were looking for J, but kind of put two and two together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you told her that my name was J?  great, now shes going to know im a swinger" his paranoia disappears as quickly as it came and he casually continues, "yeah, i go by J in the swinger world.  you have to have two identities, keep the worlds separate.  i dont want most of the swingers to know who i really am until i get to know them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so what do we call you then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it doesnt really matter.  you guys should get fake names too.  really.  you're young now and might not care who knows, but in the future this could restrict you in your career or whatever.  like think about if you are up for a CEO position and it leaks that you are a swinger!   no one would hire you in a position of authority if that got out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i dont think i will ever be, or want to be a CEO of anything."  i shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you say that now, but you never really know.  you dont want it to come back on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see his point, but i have never really been one to care about things like that.  if i didnt get a job because i was a swinger, then i would get another job.  most of my friends know that im in this lifestyle and a few even read this blog on a daily basis.  hell, my sister even reads this. (hi sister!)  the only reason i keep it anonymous is to respect the privacy of the people im writing about.  they didnt ask to be here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i nod and agree that we could come up with pseudo names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more random chit-chat takes place and then the topic of 'us' comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so yeah, we really like you guys."  J/bob says.   "A thinks Y is gorgeous, and we both love alana.  ive been calling A, alana in bed the past few days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a little creepily complimentary.  i kinda liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we tell them that we like them too the conversation flows to something else and we continue to talk all through our dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that this meant that they wanted to take this further by playing with us, and was kind of expecting an invite back to their place after the dinner, but as we left the restaurant J/bob kisses me and says we should do it again sometime.  we all kiss goodbye and head in our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i got the feeling that it was turning to more of a plutonic friendship instead of hot and steamy love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got into it i expected everything to be about the sex and we wouldnt really get to know each of the people we were with.  im not sure why but thats just the picture i had in my head of swingers.  meet someone, chat a little, have sex.  but with A &amp; J/bob we were really getting to know them.  sex between us didnt actually come up that often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is the way that swinging works?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115524059588378441?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115524059588378441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115524059588378441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115524059588378441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115524059588378441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/08/j-date-2.html' title='A &amp; J date #2'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115515334000469229</id><published>2006-08-09T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:55:40.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>approval</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;message on my machine a few days after our meeting with A &amp; J:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey guys its J calling.  A  &amp; i had a good time with you guys the other day.  we are going out for dinner at a restaurant  down the street from you guys tonight, so if you want to join us, give me a call.  we will be there around 7:00.  talk soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i guess we fit into the "selective few" that they consider swinging with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me calling J back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey J, its alana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh hey...which alana? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alana from, uh, alana and Y....you know a lot of alanas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i know a few, but dont worry, you are the best looking.  so you guys want to come out for dinner tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y is working till 8 so if you think you will still be there after that, we will drop by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sure we will be there at 8, but im not guaranteeing that i wont be extremely inebriated by that point"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha...we will see you at 8 then..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115515334000469229?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115515334000469229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115515334000469229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115515334000469229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115515334000469229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/08/approval.html' title='approval'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115411040635223985</id><published>2006-07-28T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:08:41.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;J the actual meeting...continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;we arrive at their house and A offers to make us some tea. we sit in the living room and chat about health and nutrition, which they are just getting interested in so have tons of questions. during the conversation J disappears for a while , then returns with 4 bathrobes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the hot tub is all ready. lets go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes around the house closing all the blinds on the windows. A continues the conversation while she gets up and casually strips completely down and wraps the bathrobe around herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i felt completely comfortable being naked upstairs at the swingers club, but being in a 'strangers' living room felt a little more awkward to me. but i couldnt hop into the hot tub fully clothed, so i shrugged to myself and shed all my clothes. i did quickly wrap myself in the bathrobe but more for warmth than being uncomfortable. (this took place still a while back in about march or april, so it was still quite cold out. i will have this thing up to present day soon...but i digress..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got outside J was already in the hot tub, fiddling with the controls trying to set it to the perfect heat. A flung off her robe exposing her skin to the chilled night air. i watched her nipples harden under the cool touch of the breeze as she slipped into the steaming hot tub.  beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took off my robe and hurriedly submerged myself into the hot tub to escape the cold night air.  J made me move spots so that it went boy, girl, boy, girl.  paranoid and obsessive compulsive...what have we gotten into!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so no swinging on the first date?  that seems like a good rule"  i state while sipping the tea A made for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah.  you never really know how your partner feels about the couple until you can talk in private.  plus we find it more of an enjoyable experience when we really know a couple first.  basically we dont swing with just anyone...we make friends that happen to be attractive and we sometimes have fun with.  and just to let you know, we are not a full swap couple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are still quite new to the whole scene and didnt have all the technical terms laid out for us yet.  "what is the exact definition of full swap and soft swap?" Y asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J explains "ok, so soft swap is when we can all fool around together or with each others partners.  there can be touching and kissing and blow jobs and pussy licking, but no penetration.  full swap is when you switch partners and fuck the other persons partners.  open swap is when you all fuck in front of each other and closed swap is when you swap partners and fuck in different rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i thought but have always been nervous to ask.  but A &amp; J know we are newbies and they seem like a good couple to show us the ropes...we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is there a reason you dont do full swap? "  i enquire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well theres a few reasons.  diseases being the most part.  using condoms doesnt make you safe and we just dont want to take the risk.  dont get me wrong, there's risks with soft swapping too, but thats why we dont go out and fool around with whoever.   we are very selective with the couples we play with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slinked deeper into the water thinking about our &lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/venturing-upstairs-3.html"&gt;experience in the 4some&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks earlier and felt a little worse about it.  but i did like that we were in A &amp; J's "selective" group.  i guess i shouldnt rejoice yet as it is only our first date with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and also think about it man.." J continues, now speaking mostly to Y  "this is how i look at it.  we are very lucky to be in this situation.  two beautiful girls that let us get naked and fool around with other people.  like people into this lifestyle are hard to come by.  beautiful people in this lifestyle are even harder to find.  i have a great situation the way it is...why push it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too caught up in thinking about diseases to be very flattered by J's compliments.  i knew it was a risk, but never really thought about it much until that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continue chatting into the night while every once in a while i would feel J's hand in the water secretly reaching over to caress my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eventually got out of the hot tub and lounged around in our robes on their couch until the early hours of the morning when they offered to drive us home.  they giggled as they decided to drive us home in their robes and once in the car J proclaims, "our neighbors are really going to think we are swingers now.  do you think theysaw us?  do you think they know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we pull up to our building, we all agree that we had a good time and that we should definitely get together again sometime soon.  we agree but hope that the next night wont be such a late one.  Y proclaims "its 5 am and i didnt even get a blow job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A looks back over her shoulder and says in her cute accent "that will be to come!"  and i get a little excited about the thought of her lips wrapped around Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ends our date with A &amp;amp; J, and a pretty good first date it was...even if we didnt get lucky!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115411040635223985?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115411040635223985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115411040635223985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115411040635223985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115411040635223985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/07/aj-actual-meetingcontinued.html' title='A&amp;J the actual meeting...continued'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115386169552418096</id><published>2006-07-25T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:11:21.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;J the actual meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;us being the "health freaks" that we are, we never have gum. i should start carrying a pack around just for situations like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no sorry we dont"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know, they really should provide it at places like this." J complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they have mouthwash in the bathroom" i suggest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, but i dont trust the little cups they have sitting out, ya know? who knows who touched them" he laughs in a joking yet underlying paranoid fashion, then continues, "you guys going upstairs tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know" Y answers "there seems to be a lot more old people here than there normally are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah" J nods his head "you guys wanna get out of here and go grab a bite to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i look at each other exchange a few "if you want to"s and shrug. "sure, why not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we grab our coats and leave with them. (my mother wouldnt be proud of me getting into a complete stranger's car! but then again, i dont think my mother would be overly proud of anything that is mentioned on this blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head to one of my favorite little places to grab a late night snack and, in my opinion, has the best chocolate banana cake in the world. (ok, we are "health freaks" most of the time...except for when chocolate banana cake is involved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are getting out of the car , a girl about 20 years old stumbles up to me with a big grin on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, hows it going!?" she slurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good" i reply, looking around assuming someone in our party knows her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where are you guys going?" she drunkenly asks while swaying back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to the strippers" J jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drunk girl then proceeds to go on a rant about a particular strip bar in the area and how all the strippers are nasty and we could find nicer girls elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J playfully says "well, since the girls are that bad there, maybe we should just go grab a bite to eat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya?  where you guys going...im heading over there..." she gestures toward the place we are going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, lets go then" J responds, then leans in to whisper to me "you guys know this drunk girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nope, we thought you might"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she follows us to the place, stumbling and loudly calling her friends on the phone, inviting them to hang out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"great, now how do we get rid of her?" J sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we do what every mature group of adults would do....when she turned around for a second, we bolt upstairs and sit in the darkest, most hidden corner in the entire place and convince our waiter to tell her we arent here if she enquires.  we spend the whole time looking toward the stairs, giggling, hoping she wont come up and spot us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good ice breaker which lead to us chatting very free and easily with them.  we hit it off right away.  we talked mostly about swinging, him trying to keep it as quiet as his paranoid side shows its face again.  but as he gets more and more into his stories, he gets louder and louder until he realizes that everyone around us can probably hear everything we are saying, so he shushes us all to a whisper again.  his 'famous' line is "do you think they know we are swingers??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some good stories are exchanged and food is devoured, we all get back into their car on what i assume is the car ride home since it is way past my bedtime already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so, do you guys want to come over for a hot tub?"  J suggests as if he knew i was thinking about just curling up in my bed and going to sleep.  "dont worry, theres no pressure.  we never swing on a first date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i look at each other, knowing its late, but hell, whats a few more hours gonna do?...especially if its spent in a hot tub with a hot couple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115386169552418096?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115386169552418096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115386169552418096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115386169552418096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115386169552418096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/07/aj-actual-meeting.html' title='A&amp;J the actual meeting'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115273784542713757</id><published>2006-07-12T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:46:44.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the club</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;a few weeks later we found the visions in our head of group sex were fading, so we decided to go back to the club to reload some new images onto the hard-drive of our memory. (sure beats internet porn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived and again only paid the $20 for the club not wanting to commit to the upstairs without knowing the age group or attractiveness of the couples present. as the night went on we were glad that we didnt splurge for the pass upstairs. there were a few younger couples but none that were overly attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced and hung around debating whether we wanted to take the chance of going upstairs when we saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/venturing-upstairs-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A&amp;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; dancing a little ways away from us. they were by far the most attractive couple there. (besides us of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a little of the "high school insecurity" creeping back into me after being suppressed for about 10 years. back then i was always assuming that the cute and popular boys wouldnt give me a chance. (only to find out years later that most of them had crushes on me too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we danced i watched A&amp;J and thought to myself "theres no way they would go for us," but remembered all the missed opportunities to "mack" the popular boys in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we moved closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up until this point i was afraid of making the first move on a girl because i had no knowledge of what a girl wants from another girl. it was insecurity with my lack of experience, but this was the first time that her pure beauty overthrew me and made me second guess myself. she wasnt the airbrushed model type by any means, if she was i dont think i would have been attracted to her. shes the type of girl that you could see on the street in sweat pants and a sweater but you still cant help but stare. she exudes confidence but feels real and down to earth all at that same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we move closer and closer until we are dancing about a foot away from them. there are sexy glances and shy smiles exchanged between all of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder if they remember us from the other night?" i ask Y as J sits down on a couch that lines the dance floor.  A positions herself in front of him and sexily sways her hips in a seductive lap dance for J's (and our) pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Y is whining that i dont have the courage to go up and talk to them, they come over to us!  she is rummaging through her purse and he asks, "hey, do you guys have any gum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that swinger code for 'do you want to go upstairs and fuck?'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115273784542713757?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115273784542713757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115273784542713757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115273784542713757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115273784542713757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-club.html' title='back to the club'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115249745365200478</id><published>2006-07-09T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:13:56.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>venturing upstairs - the aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"would you really have let that guy fuck you in the club if i had agreed to do it?" Y asked out of the blue while we were folding laundry a few weeks after our club night. i didnt really know how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that night we had discussed everything that happened and made sure that we were ok with how the night went and agreed to set boundaries before our next intimate meeting instead of in the heat of the moment when our brains are no longer doing our thinking for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this discussion i had found out that the man of the couple had said to Y "man i wanna fuck your wife" which made Y a little uncomfortable. we realized more communication is needed beforehand and during to let each other know exactly what we are feeling. this is an experience we are enjoying together as a couple. we come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our 4 some i wanted to experience everything i could. it was all so new and enjoyable that i think i would have hungrily slipped a foreign cock into me to get the full experience, but looking back at it i kind of felt sluttish and ashamed for thinking that way. (which is why i was debating posting it in the first place) so i got a little defensive when he asked me if i would have slept with the other guy, given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i thought you would have wanted to go all the way... so if you wanted to fuck her i could fuck him right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, you wouldnt really do something like that just because i wanted to, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hesitate... "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good. i never want you to do anything that you dont want to just because i am into it, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nod. he continues "so you didnt want to sleep with him then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well. i did. and i didnt." i stop folding the clothes and flop into Y's arms on the bed. "i mean, like at the time i think i would have if you said yes. i really got caught up in the moment. but now im glad that i didnt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yeah. we didnt even know them. if we ever do decide to take that step, i would rather it be with a couple we get to know first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, i was thinking about it and i dont think i want some other guy to fuck you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh. "i think we may have chosen the wrong pastime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he giggles "no, but im ok with all the other stuff. i just dont want him penetrating you, ya know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but its ok for you to penetrate another girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiles "thats different..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no its not! you just want to have your fun, but keep me just for you too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i was an only child...i never learned how to share." he grins and squeezes me closer to him. "i just dont think i would be comfortable with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok baby, you know i would never do anything you are uncomfortable with. and to tell you the truth, i dont think im 100% comfortable with it either. so we will just have to tell people that we wount go that far....at least for now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually liked this decision since it takes the guess work out of situations like the last one we found ourselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also do know that i would want to try a full swap if we found the right couple under the perfect circumstances. and i may even be convinced (most likely by a tongue flickering over my clit) and even enjoy seeing him with another woman. i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we will have to see if these circumstances present themselves anytime in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115249745365200478?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115249745365200478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115249745365200478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115249745365200478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115249745365200478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/07/venturing-upstairs-aftermath.html' title='venturing upstairs - the aftermath'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115169227262164138</id><published>2006-06-30T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:31:12.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theyyyyy're baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im heading out for another wonderful weekend in the woods (well in a canoe on a river in the woods actually) so will not be around for a few days.  but i will leave you with an email we received about 3 weeks after we deleted and blocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-endhopefully.html"&gt;T&amp;L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from our msn list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey guys! Hadn't chatted in a while and wanted to check in and say hi. how goes it? Anyway hope all is well. we've both dyed our hair since we saw you guys; new pix at msn space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take care! :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&amp;amp;L"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Canada Day Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115169227262164138?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115169227262164138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115169227262164138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115169227262164138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115169227262164138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/theyyyyyre-baaaaack_30.html' title='theyyyyy&apos;re baaaaack!'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115145992790051540</id><published>2006-06-27T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:01:59.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>venturing upstairs #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after they had both cum, Y got up to get us some water and i lay with the other couple talking about their summer swinging yacht parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point during the conversation he stops talking and just looks at me sprawled out naked in front of them and says to his wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow. i just love her body. look at it babe. just perfect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she nods in appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though he was looking directly at me it still took a second to register that he was actually talking about me. my body (like most women) is something ive always been a little self conscious about. he was calling my size 9 body with small breasts "perfect" while he held onto his size 4 wife with big breasts for her build. all i could do was grin and blush as he stroked my ego the same as he did my clit just moments ago and made them both swell uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y came back with the water and we said our goodbyes and headed in our separate ways from the other couple to see what else this nigh had in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we headed back to the first room i caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror looking all tall, blonde, proud and naked (still wearing the black knee high boots) and realized how comfortable i now felt being naked in this public environment. i didnt even know where my towel was and only got a new one from the front desk in case i needed something to lay down on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our surprise, when we got to the front room we saw &lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-club-again-nearing-end-of.html"&gt;T&amp;A&lt;/a&gt;. (the couple from downstairs that we had chatted to online also) they were on the bed with the double sided mirror, both naked while he finger fucked her hard and fast. he intermittently licked her clit as she screeched and moaned. i guess im not a very good judge of character when i first meet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a 3some going on at the bed across from T&amp;amp;A so we took a piece of their bed to watch the 3some action. Y &amp;amp; I watched, played and fucked some more, just with each other, until we were told that it was 4am and the club was closing. Y had to quickly finish up and we headed back to the Change room to put our clothes back on and begrudgingly trudge back into the world of normality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115145992790051540?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115145992790051540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115145992790051540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115145992790051540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115145992790051540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/venturing-upstairs-4.html' title='venturing upstairs #4'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115100920463415897</id><published>2006-06-22T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:02:33.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>venturing upstairs #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"A" reaches over and gently caresses my back as we are both simultaneously satisfying our men. her touch sends a wave of tingly energy through me that i enjoy, but i dont respond. she is quite attractive and intimidates me a little bit. after a few moment of me not responding back to her touch, she withdraws her hand and puts her concentration back into her man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the guys start chatting about swinging and somehow get into a conversation about business and investing. not exactly a conversation that encourages a raging hard-on. i guess that was apparent in J's response to A's sucking as a little way into the conversation she gets up and sits on the corner of the bed that is close by. J continues on with the conversation not taking the slightest notice that there is no ones lips wrapped around his cock any longer until Y points in her direction for him to look. J snaps back into the moment and runs to her side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"oh baby, im sorry! i was enjoying it, why did you stop?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"you obviously werent into it. its ok" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"no baby" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at this point im standing up cuddled closely with Y Y &amp; J briefly finish their conversation then A &amp;amp; J leave for what i can only assume would be a more intimate setting for him to make it up to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"they seem like an interesting couple...hes quite the talker" i observe then kiss Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at this point i feel quite comfortable being naked in this environment and started to feel a little sexy too. Y hugs his arm around me, holds me close and feels his way down my naked body. his hand lingers around my pussy and i press myself closer to it as he hesitatingly teases me. i shiver as he finally parts my lips and swirls his fingertip around my swollen clit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"you like that?" he whispers in my ear and kisses my neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yeah" i sigh back as i relax into his arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he plays with me while i get my turn watching the living porn going on all around us. i giggle as i wonder if anyone would take requests. "you down in front...can you do it doggie style please?" i wonder to myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as if sensing that im very close to cumming, Y leans in close and softly asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"do you want me to fuck you now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at that time, there was nothing i wanted more. we find a spot on a bed and lay our towel down. i straddle Y and slip him deep into me and gasp as a wave of pleasure is sent through me. i know it wont take long before im cumming all over his cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. i ride him and can soon feel it running through my whole body. im cumming, hard, while fucking my boyfriend in public! i keep my moans of ecstasy more subtle than i could have but still heads turn as people around us watch me tremble and gasp in delight. every last inhibition is extracted out of me like the tiny beads of sweat that roll down my naked body and are absorbed into the towel below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the feeling of having peoples eyes on me and have them like what they see. i love knowing that these people could be getting off on ME. it was the first time in a long time that i really felt sexy, and i wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a brief rest, Y flipped me around and fucked my doggie style to give us both a better view of our surroundings. i could see the couple on the bed beside us watching us while creeping closer and i knew they were going to make their move. she reaches over to touch me then hesitates..."is this ok?" she asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of course" was my reply as my "addiction" grew stronger. i felt so good from people watching me and i craved the intensified feeling of people enjoying me. her caressing relaxed my entire body while her breasts danced and tantalized in front of my face until i could no longer take it. i lightly lick her breast to get a little taste before i took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around her hardening nipple. she repositioned herself under me to get a taste of my dangling breasts as i continued to sample hers. the man knelt close and vigorously rubbed his womans clit while massaging my back with his other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like the centre of the universe. like everyone was put on this earth purely for my sexual gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i raise my head from her chest and see him sliding his hand along his stiff cock while moving closer to my face. everything was happening so fast and i was aching with ecstasy that i had forgotten that we hadnt planned to be with anyone on our first night and therefore did not set any boundaries. i put my want on hold and leaned back to talk with Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you ok with me doing that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i guess so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you guess so? yes or no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back down i go and wrap my lips around his wanting cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first 4 some. it was so intense and so good for me that when he asked if he could lick my pussy and Y could lick hers, i hesitated just long enough to see if Y was ok with it, then excitedly jumped out of the group, lay on my back beside the other girl as the boys ventured below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a more euphoric and relaxing experience than an erotic one, but still very enjoyable. it was also liberating as i watched Y's head bobbing between another girls legs. because of the overwhelming joy i was experiencing, there was not a drop of jealousy as i had feared there would be. i was taken over by the bliss and wanted to experience as much as i could. so when he asked us "do you guys full swap with other couples? cause im going to explode if i dont get fucked soon" i was aching to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, we are new to this and never have before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, ok. any chance of it happening tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at Y and really have no clue what he is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its up to you baby" i suggest not wanting to sound too eager to go all the way. i could see Y was thinking, but still couldnt tell what he was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no pressure guys. if you dont want to its totally cool..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate not knowing whats going on in Y's head and was actually relieved as he left the other girls side and came cuddling up to me saying that he thought we should wait. i kiss him and reassure him that its alright and i have experienced more than enough for our first night at a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other couple is ok with it also as the other guy grabs his wife and pulls her to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come here babe. i want you to taste her lovely pussy as i fuck you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. one more new mind-blowing experience to cross of my list...i didnt mind that outcome at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115100920463415897?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115100920463415897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115100920463415897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115100920463415897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115100920463415897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/venturing-upstairs-3.html' title='venturing upstairs #3'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-115085538121726847</id><published>2006-06-20T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:17:42.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hesitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i havent posted in about two weeks. i could blame it on the fact that i have been busy at work. i could blame it on the fact that i was away for 3 days in the bush. i could also blame it on the fact that i had writers block for a while. although all of these have played a part in my procrastination, it is mostly to do with the fact that i am a little nervous to post the next one. yup, the girl that writes about her sex life with her boyfriend and other couples for many people to read, including some family and friends, is nervous. i was debating whether to cut the next post down, leave things out and edit it to make me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i have decided to put it all in. all the "bumps, scrapes and bruises" that make me human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im not sure what changed my mind, or what i am really scared of, but either way, bear with me for one more day as i "unedit" the post for your reading pleasure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-115085538121726847?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/115085538121726847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=115085538121726847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115085538121726847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/115085538121726847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/hesitation.html' title='hesitation'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114973420074874465</id><published>2006-06-07T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:36:40.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>venturing upstairs #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we opened the curtains and stepped out of our protective womb we called a change room, but i was surprised how easy cutting this umbilical cord was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt nervous.  i felt relaxed and was quite excited. (in more ways than one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for our first step we decide to check out the voyeur room.  we peaked in and no one was using it so we claimed our territory and sat on the couch.  there was a couple having sex on the other side of the two way mirror.  we could see them, they couldnt see us.  we still had our towels wrapped tightly around us as we cuddled together.  i started to rub Y's cock gently through the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two way mirror made everything look darker than it was in real life.  it kinda felt like we were at home watching porn on our tv...beside the fact that people kept peaking in to see if the room was occupied.  the couch was also lower down than the mirror so it was a little difficult to get a good view, so we decided to get out from behind the wall and check out the scene face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as we step out of the room there was a man being ridden hard by a pretty blonde.  we watch for a moment before venturing a bit further to where the hall opens up to a room with 2 beds, a large round pleather "lovemaking ottoman," a big comfy chair and a strange apparatus.  there were a few different couples around  the room including A&amp;J that we had met in the change room.  they were playing with each other while watching all the others around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sit on the comfy chair and watched for a while still just taking in the atmosphere.  A&amp;J were enthusiastically playing, there were two other couple on the bed in front of us quietly exploring each other.  the men caressing and licking their women all over while taking breaks to watch the two women slowly kissing each other in a relaxing erotic pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slip down and kneel between Y's legs with my towel still wrapped tightly around me.  i search through his towel to find his pulsing cock, pulling it out from under his towel and slip it gently into my mouth.  he wasnt fully hard so i could take his full length in and taste every inch of him.  i ran my tongue around the underside of him and feel him pulse in my mouth.  i sucked him softly, encouraging him to get harder under my touch.  i look up at him every so often and could see his eyes devouring the different sex scenes being played out as if just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, you're gonna make me cum" he quietly moans as he eases me off of his now very hard cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and thats a bad thing?" i tease and give him another playful lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he laughs "no, but we just got here.  you dont want me to run out of steam too quickly do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good point"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit down with him again and silently observe the atmosphere while stroking each other gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decide to check out the scene in another room.  we pause to drink some water and watch the porn that they have projected onto the wall.  A&amp;J walk by us and enter the orgy room.  we decide to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when entering the dimly lit room, a slight sweet smell of sex fills our nostrils.  there are two couples intermingling on the bed in front of us and a few other couples doing various things on the other 3 beds while watching the other action around them.  A&amp;J were standing up against the wall close to the doorway and smile at us again, so we decide to stand close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so what do you think of the place?  J leans in and whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its great" we respond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, its not bad.  but there are so many better clubs in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you guys do this all over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeah.  we've swung in mexico, spain, brazil, all over the usa...."  he looks at his girl "baby, wanna give me a blow job?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, yeah, yeah" she sighs jokingly.  she takes off her towel to expose her lickable body and kneels down and starts sucking.  he finishes up his sentence as if there wasnt a set of lips wrapped around his cock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"england, amsterdam, everywhere really.  its great, we have friends all over the world now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i bet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now feel a little awkward standing there having a conversation with him while she is down there working, so i decide to follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slip my towel down around my bottom half exposing my little breasts so that i am able to kneel on the towel while still having most of me covered.  i search through Y's towel and the fondling and licking begin again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i work, my towel keeps slipping.  i try to hold it up which throws me a little off balance, so i decide to release the towel letting it slip down off of my body into a pile on the floor around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we are.  the guys standing side by side against the wall, us girls kneeling naked in front of our men happily pleasuring them as the guys look down at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its a beautiful sight isnt it?"  J states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it is" Y agrees   ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114973420074874465?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114973420074874465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114973420074874465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114973420074874465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114973420074874465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/venturing-upstairs-2.html' title='venturing upstairs #2'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114928156981040129</id><published>2006-06-02T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:07:56.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my wonderful Y is taking me camping for my birthday weekend and i will be leaving in about an hour and do not have time to post the remainder of our VIP adventures at the club, but will post it as soon as i get back.  is the antisipation killing you yet??  in the mean time i am posting a conversation that Y and i had a while ago about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/january-2005.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; post.  I would love to hear any opinions on this..in my favour or not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me: i just posted a new blog, check it out and tell me what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: already reading it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: its alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me: what could make it better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y:i dunno, it just lacks emph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me:how can i give it more "emph"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y:i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me: u suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: read it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me: ive read it a few times, thats what i came up with...now i need someone elses opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: more passion, less gross sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me: i was using the detailed "gross" descriptions for a direct contrast to our profile pic...to show how new we are, that there are all these xxx pics and we are fully clothed in ours.  i thought it painted a funny picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: right...but the way you wrote it, you sound like a shamless cock whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: like your harliquin novels that you read, were they this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;me: heh...they were much worse.  i dont read "harliquin" novels.  these books were way more degrading and dirty than this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y: i dunno, its your blog...i just thought it should be more classy....but again, its your blog.  all i suggest is more passion and desire and emphisis on the unknown and discovery....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really!?  we are having sex with other couples...how classy can this stay?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im curios to see others opinions on this...please discuss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and just for those of you that want to know, the "harliquin" novels that he was refering to are a trillogy of books called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.glbtfantasy.com/?section=fantasy&amp;auth=Anne+Rice+writing+as+A.+N.+Roquelaure"&gt;The Erotic Adventures of Sleeping Beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.annerice.com/"&gt;Anne Rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (under the pen name A N Roquelaure)  these are not your run of the mill, man feeling heaving boosom type of erotic novels.  i highly recomend them to anyone who wants an erotic, dirty, fetish-filled, painful yet beautiful read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114928156981040129?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114928156981040129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114928156981040129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114928156981040129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114928156981040129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/06/debate.html' title='debate'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114896020840900327</id><published>2006-05-29T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:37:32.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>venturing upstairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even though we decided that this was going to be a voyeur experience (just for our first time) i was still quite nervous and really had no idea what to expect! were people going to get mad if we were just watching? would we be expected to join in? would people start touching us without our permission? T&amp;L had told us a few horror stories of some parties that werent controlled and the men got a little pushy. But this was a controlled club with rules so i wasnt too afraid of that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to the back of the club, through a dark hallway and up a secluded staircase. halfway up the staircase was a locked door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please knock for entrance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said the sign on the door. so we knocked. as we were waiting for someone to open the door and reveal the sexy secrets behind it, another couple was approaching up the stairs. we smiled at each other knowing that we were all going to be naked in front of each other momentarily. a young woman let us into the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is this your first time here?" she asks. "no" the other couple states as they get their key and head to the change rooms. we tell her its our first time and she gives us a little schpiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heres your key to a locker, change rooms are right there. there should be two towels in the locker and bring the key back to me once youve changed. condoms and lubricant are in every room. enjoy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she was speaking a few people wrapped partially in towels walked by and i could see some nakedness and caressing in the next room over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took our key and entered the change room. the other couple was still changing also. we smile at them again and i hope we arent sending a vibe that we want to fuck them, not that i would have minded. they are quite attractive. she is a beautiful european blonde with a cute hint of an accent. she has my ideal body for a woman. soft, well shaped and proportional and not too thin. i like a woman with a bit of meat on her. he, on the other hand, is a little meatier than i like in a man, but still interestingly attractive. hes the kind of guy that grows on you the more you get to know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we open our locker and take out our towels. i hesitate for a moment wanting the other couple to leave before i undress, but realize that is a bit silly considering what they will see us doing over the next few hours. i start to undress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man of the couple (J) starts a conversation. by the casualty and confidence i assume they have done this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so this is your first time here? i suggest you stay out of the hot tub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heh, whats wrong with the hot tub?" i enquire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J leans in a little closer and half whispers "they dont clean it very often and they are still using chlorine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i thought all hot tubs used chlorine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no. we use hydrogen peroxide in our one at home." hes getting louder and more excited as he speaks. "chlorine is a known carcinogen and it dries the shit out of your skin. your body naturally produces hydrogen peroxide so its not harsh on your skin and it has no smell. your skin is also left feeling soft and smooth afterward instead of dry and flakey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start to wonder if he is a hot tub salesman. "good to know" i answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was in his boxers a good portion of the time he was talking to us, and completely comfortable while doing so also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i are slowly undressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J continues "so anyway, this place isnt the cleanest. we swing all over the world eh, and have been to some amazing clubs. a lot of places have people that go around changing the sheets after every "session."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and these guys dont?" we question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nah, but just bring your towel around with you to kneel or lie on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl (A) pipes in..."and if you can, wear your shoes too. ive never walked around here in my bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hesitate as im slipping off my boots. "really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J answers "ah, thats a girls thing. i dont wear my shoes but she always doesnt. girls seem to be more afraid of stepping on something "gross." plus a man naked in boots or sneakers looks a hell of a lot more ridiculous than a naked woman in heels! most guys like that sort of thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point well taken. i put my boots back on. A&amp;amp;J are now both naked &amp; wrapped in towels (her heels still on) and they say "well, good talking to you two. we are going to check out the scene. see you around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya, see you around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished undressing and wrapped ourselves in the towels. there i was, naked in a towel with knee high boots on, in a club with people having sex in the next room. as crazy and surreal it all seemed, A&amp;amp;J made me feel quite at ease and ready to enjoy this experience....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114896020840900327?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114896020840900327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114896020840900327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114896020840900327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114896020840900327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/venturing-upstairs.html' title='venturing upstairs'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114852470154448686</id><published>2006-05-24T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:49:15.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the club again (nearing the end of february)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once again our internet "date" didn’t turn out exactly as planned, so we headed back to the club....but we were eager to put T&amp;L behind us, so we did set up another date for at the club. we had been chatting with T&amp;amp;A during the whole T&amp;L fiasco and were hoping that they would turn out to be less of "stalkers" than the last ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the club was the same as any other night. dancing, drinking, boobies.  while dancing and checking out the scene we saw T&amp;A on the other side of the room. we tried to check them out inconspicuously through the crowd so that if they were hideous, we would have time to run for the door without them spotting us! but apparently our detective skills aren’t up to par as they saw us peering at them through the crowed and waved us over. we waved back and danced over to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"you must be Y and alana!" T leans in and yells over the music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yeah, and you are T&amp;A!" i shout back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yup" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;having a conversation for the first time with people that you have just met AND could possibly fuck in the future is difficult enough, but trying to compete with the loud club atmosphere makes it that much harder. we all shook hands and tried to yell back and forth to each other but it was a pretty awkward situation. after some time at attempting conversations, we all gave up and stood around looking at each other &amp; ended up dancing off in our separate directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they were cute. young though at around 18 or 19. a little young for my liking, but Y didnt mind. i like men &amp; T was a little boyish looking. he also looked like he was trying a bit too hard to look "cool" with a touch of "gino" flare. she was cute but was chubbier than what Y usually goes for, but still attractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i knew it was their first time at a club like this, and knowing they were so young i figured that they wanted to take things slowly. i also, for some reason, thought that she was quite shy from an msn conversation earlier, but i clearly misinterpreted her shyness. about 10 mins after we had left T&amp;A we saw them dancing, grinding, touching and kissing in a couple sandwich kinda like the one that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/february-2006.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we had done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a while back.  i never claimed to be a great judge of character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was getting late and it was time to make a choice.  do we go home now, get a good nights sleep and feel good all day tomorrow?  or do we go upstairs and have sex in front of strangers until the early hours of the morning, feeling tired but very satisfied tomorrow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take option # 2 please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114852470154448686?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114852470154448686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114852470154448686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114852470154448686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114852470154448686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-club-again-nearing-end-of.html' title='back to the club again (nearing the end of february)'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114774572597811704</id><published>2006-05-15T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:28:23.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L. : the end....hopefully!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the next evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: hi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10 mins later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me:...im not really on the computer right now...watching a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: well if ya wanna chat later, i might be on; not sure though; sleepy. enjoy the movie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chat later?  did he not get everything off of his chest the day before?  i dont even talk to me best friends on msn this much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the next day.  (my cat was sitting in a drawer so my msn nickname was "my cats in a drawer")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L:  cat's in a drawer? that's no home for a cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10 mins later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: "help! I'm in a drawer! why did i go in here? damn; i NEVER think these things through. where does it end?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i didnt answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on my comuter the next night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and hour later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15 mins later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: wacky cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5 mins later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: drawer cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the day after that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L:sup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20 mins later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: helloooooo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i havent answered in 3 days...another day goes by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L:hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;an hour later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yet another hour later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L: hey? u guys around? maybe it's an illusion...but not in the david copperfield sense...spooky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he freaked me out.  i was half expecting them to, one day out of the blue, show up on our doorstep to see how we were doing .  i stopped going on my msn since i didnt want to be bothered by him constantly sending messages.  the feeling of being back in highschool was back, but this time i remembered girls running after the boys they liked, sending them emails, calling their house and constantly wanting to know where they were, what they were doing and who they were doing it with to the point of obsession.  i decided to do what any mature honest adult would do in this situation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i deleted them from our MSN and blocked them so they could no longer send us messages or even see when we are online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that should give them the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114774572597811704?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114774572597811704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114774572597811704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114774572597811704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114774572597811704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-endhopefully.html' title='T &amp; L. : the end....hopefully!'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114774412451555410</id><published>2006-05-15T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:57:45.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L: the break up #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; next day i get a message from L...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: what's the skinny? (what does that term mean? anyone ever ask what's the fat?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few mins go by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: uh oh i scared her away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: no im here...just searching for something....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: np... so rumor has it we're kind of a no-go? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yeah... sorry about that....we really like the two of you as people, just dont want the sexual stuff anymore. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: well shouldn't do anything with anyone unless it's what you want...i mean ultimately this kind of experience needs to be about having fun with people you have a connection with (personality/attraction)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thats really all he needed to say, but apparantly he had a lot to get off of his chest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L: from what we've done, personality can go a long way (for instance, there was one woman who i thought was stunning but had the personality of an old shoe...actually an old shoe would probably have a lot of personality so make that a brand new shoe fresh off the assembly line) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway it was weird...not that fun. then we've met other people that are reasonably attractive (not REALLY but not bad-looking) but who are lots of fun anyway and then there's some that fit both, which is always great. just surprised i guess that you guys aren't really into us that way; i'm usually decent at reading people but guess can't be right all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: well, its not exactly what Y is looking for. but again, we really do like the both of you ...just not sexually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: yeah we like you guys too...you said not exactly what Y is looking for -- so is it something not meshing from his standpoint but not the same problem from your standpoint? just trying to get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yeah, i liked you both. but Y isnt attracted to a lot of smoking and drinking. just a difference in lifstyle that he isnt attracted to. but i am really glad that T was my first girly experience!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now the flood gates really open and L starts to talk...and talk.........and talk.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: wow...didn't realize that was gonna be a deal-breaker. i don't drink very much (T does sometimes, more so in social situations -- including swinging ones) and sure, T does smoke but she's respectful of other people (she won't smoke in a home that is smoke-free for example). well hey, you've gotta have your principles. a thing that could mean nothing to one person could mean everything to another. everyone's got their own line to draw. some people would avoid people who snort coke or do E or smoke pot (we don't do drugs -- we have done pot before in the past but not really our thing anyway). or they'll avoid axe murderering leprechauns (that's a pretty standard one actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at this point i had a feeling that there was an underlying "thats a stupid reason to break up with us" tone in his type...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L: i don't know -- i think my thing when it comes to any vice is i sort of put it as: how does this affect a person's fundamental personality and behaviour? if they function normally and the vice is just part of them, then it's under control. if the vice is so deep into them that it runs them and their life is completely planned around catering to that vice without any room for leeway, that's usually dangersville (y'know like people who go on 3-day benders and then go for a drive or gambling addicts who take their paycheque straight to the casino etc). boy do i ramble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we like you guys...just feel frustrated....i mean, some people might not find us attractive (yeah, hard to imagine ;) -- kidding of course). and there was one couple that for some reason found me creepy (apparently, after we and they had exchanged sevearl sets of pix, me asking for pix another time was "creepy" -- go figure). and some people maybe just don't have compatible personalities -- i mean, that can be a huge problem. some people just don't have chemistry and it doesn't work. (then again somewhere out there, there's some guy going "Why don't the ladies like me? I don't live in a crack house; it's a crack HOME.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: i know what youre saying. i guess the smoking thing isnt big to me since i used to be a smoker, but for Y its a big thing...more so that he really thought i guess. i quit 2 weeks before i met him and we both think that we would never have gotten together if i was still a smoker when i first met him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: weird...i used to be a die-hard anti-smoker. i think the school system drilled that into me. but i had 4.5 good years with my ex (well...maybe not all of them were good but most were and i can't fault smoking for those that weren't). and if I was still thinking that way, i'd have never found T. sure, one could argue that had i not found her, perhaps i'd have found someone else and so i'd never know what i was missing. but i love T with everything i've got and if i don't even like to think about what my life would be life if i hadn't met her. not that i'm just a fragment of a person without her or anything but she brings so much to my life and i like to think i do the same to hers. you guys seem really happy too -- i don't know, not trying to get all preachy but is it something so awful that it would mean the difference between potentially a lifetime of love or not? then, like i said, everyone's got their values and their limits. none are necessarily right or wrong. everyone's just gotta decide for themselves what truly matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, now hes talking about life-time love? so he loves T and she smokes...but we arent looking to fall in love with them. hes starting to creep me out a little bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: hell, even though we have a home that has smoke in it, T will smoke outside (and have others do the same) for parties and stuff because she doesn't like non-smokers to feel uncomfortable (if it bothered me enough, she'd smoke outside too but i like her to feel comfortable also...i'd like her to quit and she wants to also...but i want her to quit when it's time for her to do it -- i tried to nag my ex into quitting and all it led to was 4 unsuccessful and stressful attempts and a lot of fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: yeah, but even though i dont mind smoke, i dont think i could date a smoker now....for me its the fact of watching someone i love kill themselves, but you know...everyone has what they find attractive. its just a huge turn off for Y. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how many times do i have to say that? does he think durring his rambling Y is suddenly going to decide that he is wonderfully attracted to smoking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: i mean if before i'd met T someone had said "okay so she smokes, used to be a sex addict when she had self-esteem issues, has a pathological fear of needles and will become diabetic which will be a nightmare in some ways" -- i might have run screaming and never looked back. most people do one thing or another that is destructive either to themselves or to others (or both) in some way. could be smoking, drinking, drugs, could be physical abuse, sexual abuse, could be committing crimes (which means you're visiting them in jail), could be gambling, could be fatty foods, too much caffeine, being a workaholic, having a disease, being self-obsessed, being judgmental ,being racist or homophobic or part of a satanic cult or sexist or any number of other things across the spectrum: physical,emotional, spiritual, psychological,sexual. any of the above is arguably bad; sometimes very bad. love can be blind to these things -- sometimes it's better that it is; sometimes not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as you can see, ive typed about two sentances to him...he just keeps going. im not sure if he is upset about our decision, or mad at some underlying dislike in his relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L continues: then again, swingers can be an odd bunch -- when you pledge your life to someone you love, you need to make sure you're both pretty matched up. but if it's another couple, you can be like "oh so you're dying eh? wow...yeah, that's um...yeah that's too bad. wow. annnnnnyway, it's been a slice. of CRAP, that is! haha! sucks to be you!" not everyone is quite so cold though....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: rambly mc ramblton...thats what i'll call you but also with swingers we are all really here to have fun sexually with people we are attracted to. if there is something that one is not attracted to then its a deal breaker for both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: tis true; that's the way she blows (so to speak...arrrrrr). and it can be frustrating at times if one feels one way and one feels the other but when in doubt or when there's disagreement, always better to go with the one who's not comfortable. T and i have felt the same way: if either of us is a "no", it's a no. it should never be any other way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: indeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: we're both kind of sad and disappointed that Y feels that way but if it's how he feels, he's got that right and it's not the kind of thing that's to be debated or reasoned out: gut feelings are needed in this type of deal. it's gotta be comfortable. if he happens to change his mind, cool but not counting on. besides, once we feel not wanted, kinda hard to work that anyway (well take the couple that found me creepy -- not like i'm in a big hurry to want to do stuff with them anytime soon -- why would i want to be around someone who finds me creepy when so many people don't?). you guys do seem like cool people though...and attractive (well Y's not quite my type of course but T likes him...and of course we both like you :)) ok now it's your turn to ramble mindlessly ;0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: ha, we never wanted to make you feel unwanted. :( man do i feel horrible. i really hope that we can still have fun without sex if we run into eachother again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: i'm sure we can...you guys are fun people and stuff and friends are good to have. no need to feel horrible. if Y does happen to have a change of heart, let us know i guess....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: alright, well i have to head out now, but im glad we had a chat. have a good night, and we will talk again sometime in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not once did i mention the NEAR future. i was hoping that he got everything off of his chest, and we could chat every once in a while to catch up and that would be it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: cool...well write back later if you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: drop a line (or email) anytime..or even call! :) 9**-4**-****8 g'night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i though for sure we were going to get his pager number, fax number, work number for him and the guy in the cubicle beside him in case he happend to step away from his desk for a moment...i left my MSN on while i brushed my teeth and gave Y the short version of L's rants and let him know that he was kinda creeping me out now. he just seemed so intense about the whole thing. like i understand being upset if you really like people, but sometimes durring the conversation i felt like we just left him at the altar! i came back to check my email before bed about 15 mins after i was talking to L and there was this message to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: you forget to sign off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 mins later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L: ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i shake my head and turn my MSN off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114774412451555410?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114774412451555410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114774412451555410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114774412451555410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114774412451555410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-break-up-3.html' title='T &amp; L: the break up #3'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114754893361485216</id><published>2006-05-13T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:30:18.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L : the break-up #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MSN conversation about 1 1/2 weeks after we met T&amp;L:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: helllllllloooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;T: sent the wink "Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;me: hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: hows it going sexies?&lt;br /&gt;me: tierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: why?&lt;br /&gt;me: another late late night (blog note. you will hear about this exciting late night in a few posts from now!)&lt;br /&gt;T: i guess you are feeling better then?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah&lt;br /&gt;T: well, when are we going to see you guys again? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, so if there is a time to tell them how we really feel, this is it. imagine a 13 year old girl who is calling up the boy that she likes for the first time..."what do i say, what do i say!?" i start jumping around the apartment while Y looks at me like ive completely lost it. im a pretty calm and laid back person in most aspects of life, but apparently breaking up with people isnt one of my strong suits. after i jump around a little bit more, beg Y to tell me what to write, and beg him to write it so that i wont be the bad person (cause it really makes a difference) this is what we write:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: well, we actually had a discussion about this.. .... we really enjoy your guys company, youre both really great people, but were just not sure that we want to have any more swinging experiences with you two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;see, sugar coated truth. thats a little easier to take than "Y would rather receive head from a hungry alligator"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: any reason why&lt;br /&gt;T: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and then we started writing in the third person so that they couldt really decifer who was typing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: well, alana really liked both of you and was really attracted to both also. but Y isnt really into the smoking and the drinking and just doesnt feel a connection. He definitely doesnt regret anything and did have a good time, its just not something he would like to do again. its just not what he is looking for or attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;T: i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you see!? what does she mean by that? is she cool with it? does she hate us? why isnt she writting more than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: ...we are both really sorry, and like we said before, we really like the both of you as friends&lt;br /&gt;T: i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what does she see???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: well i'm shocked not really sure what to say&lt;br /&gt;me: i dont know what to say either...except, im really glad that you were my first girl experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and she didnt write back again. well, i figured that would be the end of that. they were probably mad and upset and offended and would never talk to us again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114754893361485216?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114754893361485216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114754893361485216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114754893361485216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114754893361485216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-break-up-2.html' title='T &amp; L : the break-up #2'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114739643915447852</id><published>2006-05-11T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:13:59.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L: the break-up #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;durring the week after we met they left us 2 voice messages, 3 emails and about 5 msn message. (to my cell phone and on the computer)  we answered a couple of the msn messages with a "hey" or "hows it going" but didnt really get into conversations.  in a way i guess i was  hoping that they would just go away since i hate breaking up with people.  its bad enough breaking up with one person.  even worse when breaking up with two people!  i get so nervous, like im back in highschool.  "what do we say?  are they going to hate us?  can we still talk to them?" i  sat there rocking in my chair with a blank screen in front of my face not knowing what to type.  Y joked that the only reason im still with him is because im too chicken to break up with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just didnt want it to end badly.  the swinging world isnt that large and i was sure that we would run into them again at some point.  better for everyone to be able to get along when that eventually happens.  i also have a fear of us getting "black listed" in the swinging community.  i can picture us in a year down the road, walking into a club and have everyone talking, pointing and turning away from us as we walk in because we "dumped" every one of them along the line.  highly unlikely and overdramatic, i know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the point is that they kept messaging us and messaging us and we had to tell them something.  our first swinging stalkers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114739643915447852?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114739643915447852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114739643915447852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114739643915447852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114739643915447852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-break-up-1.html' title='T &amp; L: the break-up #1'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114727965241326553</id><published>2006-05-10T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:05:59.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L : the aftermath - truth be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"so you werent that into her eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was the next morning and even though i came twice and had a good time, i wasnt sure that Y did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"well she smelled like smoke and she got really drunk.  big turnoffs for me.  L is nice though, really funny and cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damn.  what are the chances that highly selective and  picky me would be attracted to the man of the couple AGAIN and Y wouldnt like the girl?  i did also find T attractive in this case, but i really didnt like that she got so wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"she gave terrible head too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i knew it.  it took way too long for Y to cum while we were working our magic on him.  especially since one of his biggest fantasies is to have two girls pleasuring him at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"why, what did she do?" (so that i can take note NOT to do it in the future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"she just wasnt that good.  i guess ive been spoiled by you.  and while you were giving me head, she was sucking so hard on my left nut that i thought it was going to fall off!  my fantasy was definitely not fulfilled with that experience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"ok, so you werent overly attracted to her, her smoking and drinking turned you off AND she gives bad head...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the first things we were told when we entered into this lifstyle was "never take one for the team"  and we have been told it repeadedly since also.  i could never enjoy myself knowing that he wasnt into it.  the reason im doing this is for us to both get pleasure out of it.  together.  sure some guy or girl could lick my pussy, it will feel good, but what good is that if Y isnt into it? what i really want is to see Y fully enjoying me getting my pussy licked while he caresses the girls ass that is deep troating him.  to feel his body tremble as me and another hot  girl are sucking him dry.  to hear him groan uncontrolably because he is so turned on by everything that is going on around him and can no longer hold in his explosion of extasy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, i guess theres only one thing for us to do then.  we have to break up with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114727965241326553?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114727965241326553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114727965241326553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114727965241326553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114727965241326553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-aftermath-truth-be-told.html' title='T &amp; L : the aftermath - truth be told'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114702723937753549</id><published>2006-05-07T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:40:39.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L: the aftermath #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that night, (or morning by that point) cuddled close to Y i was drifting into a deep erotic dreamfilled sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"baby..." Y breathes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yeah baby?" i sleepily reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"im glad you didnt swallow" he replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i smile in my sleepy state and squeeze him even closer and kiss his forhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"only your cum is good enough for me baby.  no one elses." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i drift back off to my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114702723937753549?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114702723937753549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114702723937753549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114702723937753549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114702723937753549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-aftermath-1.html' title='T &amp; L: the aftermath #1'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114687985642488806</id><published>2006-05-05T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:26:55.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"i think dirtyalana and i should both kiss Y....down there." T points to Y's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at Y for the go ahead and he is already undoing his fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T &amp; i sit in front of Y and kiss a little while he removes his pants and L looks on from the other side of the couch. once Y sits back down, we go to work. both of us licking up and down the length of him, somtimes stopping at the top to explore eachother, or run our tongues over eachothers and around Y's head. we take turns sucking him. i wonder if she is able to take him deep into her since her mouth was quite small and we were told she has a bit of a gag reflex....(and Y is larger than the average sized man :) after she sucked for a while i decided to take over. as T slid down to tease his balls, L leaned over and rubbed T's pussy. i wished he could reach over and rub mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y gets harder in my mouth. i look up at him to see him shudder as he cums and gives me my recomended daily intake of protien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i want what hes having" L jokes when we are finishing up, but T wants to rest....and get another drink before we go in for round two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with drink in hand, T decides she wants to cuddle with Y. im fine with it, especially since Y gave the go ahead for L to lick my pussy while they cuddle. L loves to lick and i love to be licked so it was a good combination. it was about 2:30 am at this point so i was quite tired. While watching T &amp; Y cuddle i was in a relaxing dreamlike state that was only enhanced by L between my legs. i came by the tongue of the third person in the room to lick my pussy that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could tell it was time for Y to go to bed, but could also tell that L was ready to get his girl-girl blow job. T was getting drunker by the minute and slurred that she still wanted to cuddle with Y. sensing that Y wanted to go to bed, L pulled T up "but its time for these guys to go to bed sweetie.."&lt;br /&gt;"but we still need to give you your entertainment for the night" she says trying to be sexy, but looking a little too drunk to pull it off. she slides down L, plops down onto the ground and startes undoing his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you ok with me doing this baby?" i whisper to Y. "yeah" he nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he nods again. so i go over and help T strip L's pants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again we take turns licking, sucking, teasing and tickling while L grows hard from our touch. its different sucking L. i could fit his entire length into my mouth.  something i can only do with Y at the early stages of hardness. i look up to watch him enjoy us. he tries to take in as much of the visuals as possible before the pleasure becomes too much as he closes his eyes and throws his head back with a groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im gonna cum" he moans and i quickly change from blow job to hand job as he explodes all over my hand and i watch his face twitch with pleasure. i love watching mens faces as they cum. especially a good hard cum resulting from 2 girls sucking your cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as L cleans himself himself up, T colapses back onto the couch, and looks like she wants to stay there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "well guys, it was fun, but we really have to get to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 4 am and all i wanted to do was sleep. L hoists T up and helps her get her boots on. she stagers over to Y and lays a sloppy kiss on him as L &amp; i give our lip-lock good bye. T then stumbbles over to me and gives me another of her soft awkward kisses.  we all promise to do it again sometime and Y pats T on the butt and they are out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a very interesting way to spend the very first night in our new appartment.  i guess the place is christened now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114687985642488806?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114687985642488806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114687985642488806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114687985642488806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114687985642488806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-5.html' title='T &amp; L #5'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114677303628401009</id><published>2006-05-04T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:33:09.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" i dont want to fuck her" Y leans over and whispers in my ear. from her first slured word and first cigarette, i knew she wasnt Y's type. "stop whenever you feel uncomfortable" i whisper back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we flipped over cards and had to do something or give someone else something to do accordingly. it started out innocently enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" L, show us the dance that you have to do in your next show..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"T &amp; dirtyalana, dance seductivly with eachother..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y &amp;amp; dirtyalana, show us some of your salsa moves..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the night went on. the more drinks that were drank by T, the more risqué her dares got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y, lick dirtyalana's pussy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first sexual request of the night and our first sexual act in front of another couple! sick or not, i never turn down a pussy lickin'. i look at Y and he half smiles and shrugs as if to say "i know youre not going to turn that down" so i take off my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i am. half naked on our new couch, in our new appartment, Y going down on me with 2 people that we just met a couple of hours ago watching....and enjoying. when we first got into swinging i only thought about the enjoyment of BEING with other people, but the minute i saw T &amp;amp; L watching Y lick away at me, and saw the enjoyment in their faces, i realized a whole new exciting side to swinging. exhibitionism...being watched and enjoyed was a huge turn on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y licked just long enough to get my juices flowing and leave my mind and body wanting more. luckily more came very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" T, lick dirtyalana's pussy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was already throbing with enjoyment and added to it was the fact that this was the first time a girl has gone down on me, AND the boys get to watch it all happen. it was wonderful. women do everything differently than men, or so my experiences have shown. men get in there and lick and suck like this is the last pussy to ever be sucked again! girls take everything slower, softer and more sensual. so lick she did and enjoy it i did even more. my first girl on girl action, Y playing with my nipples and L looking hungrily on. the combination of these made me shudder and cum quite quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somewhere along the way the stabbing pains in my throat were forgotten and the throbbing pain in my head was replaced by the throbbing pleasure between my legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was then my time to return the favour that i just received from T and get my first taste of female pie. i had joked online that i would be like a 13 year old boy getting his first slobbering lick at a pussy, and that she would have to gide my every move, but once down there i knew exactly what to do. (i have one of these. its almost the same, i know what feels good...ive just never seen it from this angle!) i nibbled, sucked and licked like i wished someone was doing to me at that very moment. i was so involved with it that i failed to notice that she came 3 times...only until she was saying that she couldnt take it any more, the pleasure was too much and she needed a break, did i come up for air. (and quite proud of myself i was too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got to rest for awhile as some "truth" questions were asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Y, what are your fantasies?..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there are too many to list here, but when Y mentioned two girls going down on him as one of his biggest fantasies, i saw the slight raise of T's drunken eyebrow and knew what she had in mindfor the next event....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114677303628401009?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114677303628401009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114677303628401009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114677303628401009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114677303628401009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-4.html' title='T &amp; L #4'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114671019290434974</id><published>2006-05-03T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:37:20.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had a shower and started to feel a little bit better. a nice night in getting to know some new friends might be good for my sickness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were boxes everywhere in our appartment but we managed to at least set up our living space with a couch and coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this meeting wasnt as nerve racking as our first for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it wasnt our very first meeting with a couple ever&lt;br /&gt;2) we had been chatting with T &amp; L for some time and already felt comfortable with them&lt;br /&gt;3) i was sick &amp;amp; they said we were just going to hang out and get to know each other better. little did i know that we were going to "get to know them" as much as we did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they arrived it was pretty comfortable right away. we laughed and joked with each other like we did online &amp; they both actually looked like their pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a breif tour of our apartment full of boxes, we all sat down to chat..... and thats when the booze came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i have no problem with alcohol. Y doesnt drink at all but i enjoy wine &amp;amp; martinis once in a while. neither of us have a problem being around people who are drinking, but when she said a "quiet night in getting to know each other" i didnt expect that to inlolve a 26er of vodka. they each poured themselves a drink. no problem. a couple of drinks to ease the nerves is understandible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we luagh and chat and laugh some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T pours another drink and goes out for a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we show them our juicer and make them fresh squeezed fruit and vegitable juice like we had promised them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T adds vodka to her juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys drop a glass that shatters all over the floor in the kitchen. while they are cleaning it up, T plops down onto the couch and relaxingly calls me over. her eyelids look heavy and i figure the alcohol is taking over. i sitdown beside her and she lies on my and smothers me with kisses. "im sick remember" i protest, not wanting to spread my germs. "no worries...i wont get sick" she says with a slight slur. we kiss softly and awkwardly passionate. i wonder if the alcohol is making a difference in her technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we leave you girls alone for 5 minutes and look what happens!" Y states as the boys enter back into the room with us girls making out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" lets play a game!" T suggests as she pulls out a deck of cards. "we have played it with couples before to break the ice. technicaly its a drinking game, but you guys can drink your juice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking the last thing this girl needs is a drinking game, but instead i protest by saying im not really feeling up for too much "breaking of the ice" being sick and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T interupts "dont worry, we wont do anything you arent comfortable with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point after our kiss, my fancy is tickled at the thought of playing with a girl, and i am interested in how much more this girl can drink, so i agree. "ok, lets play the game".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114671019290434974?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114671019290434974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114671019290434974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114671019290434974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114671019290434974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-3.html' title='T &amp; L #3'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114653596964483527</id><published>2006-05-01T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:12:49.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;saturday.  the day of our move.  the day of our meeting with T &amp; L and the day that i got very sick.  it hurt to swallow, my head was pounding and i had a feavery shake.  i had no choice but to move, but after the move i had no interest in meeting or making out with people i just met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they had left us both voice mail messages as we had a nap after the move.  when we woke up, Y left it completely up to me if i wanted to get together with them or cancell for another time.  i felt like a bag of boiled potatoes, so i called them up to let them know the disapointing news....and this is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L - helllloooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - hey, its nice to put a voice to the...uh...type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L - yeah i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - i have some bad news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L - your stll sick arent you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - uh-huh.  i dont think i would be much fun tonight.  i think i have to cancel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L - oh-no...maybe we can come and make you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L - well, T wants to talk to you...hold on a sec...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T - hey, not going so well sweetie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - ive been better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T - well, we can just come over and hang out and get to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T - we dont have to do anything ...just hang out...i bet we could make you feel much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - i dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T - cummon...you wont regret it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me - (sigh) do you guys know how to get to our place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so easily convinced sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114653596964483527?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114653596964483527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114653596964483527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114653596964483527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114653596964483527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-l-2.html' title='T &amp; L #2'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114625660715373136</id><published>2006-04-28T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:37:25.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>present day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for one day only (until i get caught up) im going to step out of the archives, put them on hold for one post, and jump to today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y and i got in a fight this morning.  not unusual for a couple to get into a fight and really not unusual for us!  but today, for some reason, it has really gotten to me.  i was sooo angry when i left for work, worrying that the few tears that had squeezed their way out on the subway had smudged my make-up.   there was a sick feeling in my stomach that i left the house angry at him, and all day i have been thinking back to around september of last year, before we started swinging.  we went through a rough spot where i seemed to be angry at him all the time.  constantly the dull sensation of empniness inside me.  i thought he was cheating on me.  he wasnt.  they say that good things come of bad situations.  i guess i knew before, but back then, that situation made me realize that i loved him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know some people may be thinking "i thought this blog was about swinging.  wheres the tits?  wheres the ass? whats all this emotional crap??" or "would you really care that much if he was cheating on you?  doesnt he fool around with other girls all the time in front of you?" a portion of swinging is about raw sexual energy.  the kissing, the touching, the licking and fucking, but i also want this to be real.  for you to feel what i do...what we do.  we dont just go out and fuck other people.  we are a real couple, with the same love and desire and pain and hurt as anyone else.  if Y was to cheat on me it would kill me.  it wouldnt be the fact that he slept with another girl.  obviosly i have the ability to differentiate between sex and love and know that the two dont have to be connected in any way.  that you can indulge in the pleaseures of human flesh without wanting to spend the rest of your life with that person.  its the betrayal that would drive the knife in deep, twisting into my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we are real.  we are in love.  and some days we choose to stay in and cuddled on the couch instead of partisipating in group sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as the day goes on my anger has faded and the love (that is always ruminating around, even during a fight) is filling me up and giving me a hug.  i want to kiss him.  hold him.  and feel his stubble prickle my face as he kisses me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wrote the below back in sept when i thought he was cheating on me...before i told him i loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she see your lip twitch when you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she misspell her words too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she laugh when you try to sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she know youre favourite colours blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she dream of your next kiss?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she know youre kissing me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does she like you more than you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114625660715373136?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114625660715373136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114625660715373136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114625660715373136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114625660715373136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/present-day.html' title='present day'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114618891264202116</id><published>2006-04-27T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:44:27.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T &amp; L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even though we decided to go back to the club, it did not mean that we were giving up on chatting online all together. we just didnt want to chat endlessly with a couple only to meet them in person and not be attracted to them. (and just so we dont sound like the most shallow couple in the world, im not just talking about looks. people can be very different when they are talking to is an emotionless computer screen.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so when we first started chatting with T &amp; L we were determined to meet them as soon as we could. but for about a week and a half we had only talked to "L", the male half of the couple. he seemed very nice and extremely funny. humour is one of my biggest turn on so i liked him right away! they were both new to the swinging scene also, but had experienced a lot more than our "couple sandwich." he told us that most of his fantasies had already been fulfilled, but he wouldnt mind trying some out again! we seemed to click well, but after 2 weeks had passed and we still hadent chatted with the female half, or set up a time to meet in person, we started to wonder if they were too busy for us, or if "T" even existed! we had seen some pictures and i was quite attracted to her (she reminded me of kristen dunst! mmmm, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/photogallery-granitz-0"&gt;kristen dunst&lt;/a&gt;....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after another half of a week we finally got the talk with T....and found her kind of boring. we also found out that she was a smoker which made both of our noses crinckle in dislike. (some people describe us as "health freaks") but we had invested a good deal of time into them and i still thought she was really cute, so we decided to stick it out with them. we tried to set up meeting after meeting, but things kept coming up. they were out of town, we already had plans, they just wanted to stay in and chill. about a month and a half had passed since we started talking to them and we were doing exactly what we didnt want to do....endless chatting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the next weekend Y &amp;amp;amp; i were moving into our new appartment, but T &amp;amp; L had it free! we decided that even if our move took us 24 hours and gave us strained backs, pulled muscles and a broken toe, we were going to meet them....and have a good time damnit! nothing was going to stop us from meeting......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few days before our scheduled meeting i started to feel my throat swell, my temperature rise and my head pound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114618891264202116?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114618891264202116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114618891264202116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114618891264202116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114618891264202116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/t-l.html' title='T &amp; L'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114599769011152645</id><published>2006-04-25T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:42:23.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>february 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;typical couples valintines day:&lt;br /&gt;-flowers&lt;br /&gt;-dinner&lt;br /&gt;-a night of passionate love making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my and Y's valintines day:&lt;br /&gt;-a short skirt&lt;br /&gt;-couples club&lt;br /&gt;-touching another girls breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our first meeting with troll girl and her man we decided that we were going to try out the club again. all the internet chatting was seeming to get us nowhere and its really hard to get to know a person online, and even harder to really know what they look like. some people edit their pics they send or just send body shots of themselves for anonimity. why would i want to waste time endlessly chatting with someone to finally meet them and see their face looks like a cows rear end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the club we get to see and talk to the couples directly. people are different in person than they are online....no screen to sheild them in person. that is if i get the balls to actually go up and talk to someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time we had no expectations of going upstairs. but we knew the option was there. Y agreed to not be as pushy and i agreed to try to overcome my fear of making the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the valintines day bash, the club was full of girls dressed in red &amp; pink lacy lingerie. i had tried some on earlier in the day but having no job at the time i couldnt justify spending $70+ on a hot piece to wear that night. as i looked around at all the cute girls in in the hot outfits i wished i had dropped a little cash for the occation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a few couples we noticed right away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)a tall average looking man with an adorably sexy woman in a red lingerie piece that revealed just a peek of her beautiful round bottom under her red lacy shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)a couple sitting on the sidlines that looked like they came straight from the business end of Bay street, probably looking for a release from the buttoned up collard shirt, tightly tied neck tie &amp;amp; perfectly pressed pant world that they are a part of on a daily basis. welcome to your naked weekend release guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a few girls that Y and i both found attractive but not really any couples as a whole. we noticed one girl that was doing a seductive dance in and around the cage while her boyfriend looked on. we also noticed her stealing glances our way once in a while. as Y was trying to convince me that she was interested and to go talk to her, her and her bf were dancing their way up to us until we were all dancing in a very close proximity to one another, my butt grazing hers as we danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that im hesitant to make the first move, Y turned me around to face her back and grind my ass into Y. slowly, he took my hands and placed them gently on her little waist and whispered in my ear "are you ok with this?" as he retreated his hands back to my waist and gave a reasuring sqeeze. i nodded enthusiasticly as i felt her warm soft body pressing back into my hands. i slid slowly up her waist until my hands were alongside her breasts and i let them linger there before slipping them back down her body all the way to her bare thighs. at that point i couldnt help myself from bringing my hands around to caress and squeeze her full round ass. as i was taking in and feeling every section of this woman i could see Y's hand hovering close. i grab it reasuringly and bring him in for a feel. as he to touches her all over with his left hand, his right hand pulls me in close to him and slides from my waist to my ass and back again. i can see the excitment in his eyes and feel it in his pants as i grind against him. my hands move back up to her breasts but this time i get the courage to reach over and fondle her nipples as Y's hand continued to explore her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was our first couple sandwich and it was very tasty. we didnt go upstairs that night but we did go home very excited, enthusiastic and satisfied with our first experience......and had a good fuck later on while talking about and re-living the entire experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114599769011152645?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114599769011152645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114599769011152645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114599769011152645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114599769011152645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/february-2006.html' title='february 2006'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114583720501699786</id><published>2006-04-23T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:06:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first date: the aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the next day we received this email from the troll girl and her boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi guys! Just wanted to send a quick e-mail to let you know that we had a nice time yesterday. We've talked and wouldn't mind getting together again if you guys are interested.  Let us know either way.   Talk to ya soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this was our response:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hey guys, we did have a great time too and liked that you made us feel so comfortable on our "first date"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unfortunately Y did not feel like he conected with "troll girl" very well. (we obviously did use her real name in the actual email)   he enjoys someone who is a little more outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks again for the great time and we wish you luck in your search!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;obviously we didnt mention that we werent attracted to her, but it was the truth that she wasnt very outgoing.  troll girls man dominated the conversation and she seemed quite shy and withdrawn.  maybe she wasnt THAT into this whole swinging thing.  he , on the other hand was very outgoing, funny and attractive and Y even got along with him great.  Y and i later joked  about getting in contact with him and telling him that if he ever found a new woman to give us a call!  (we obviously  arent that mean though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114583720501699786?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114583720501699786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114583720501699786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114583720501699786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114583720501699786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-date-aftermath.html' title='first date: the aftermath'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114583423802740005</id><published>2006-04-23T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:30:39.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guest post by "Y"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So once in a while Y has a few things he wants to add to my blog, so i am letting him have guest posts when he wants. here is the first of many to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my defence I'll also mention that each picture we recived from the "troll girl couple" showed her from either her side or covered her shoulders... Now picture this... 5 footish, 110 pounds, but with shoulder that would envy a line backer! This girl was build! She looked a feminine as male bodybuilding midget!.. ontop of that, It looked like she had washed her face with an SOS pad.. It was a redish purple that been unsucessfully covered up with by a ton of makeup.... It just wasn't our cup of tea.. But like we said.. They were "Nice"... Really "nice"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114583423802740005?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114583423802740005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114583423802740005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114583423802740005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114583423802740005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/guest-post-by-y.html' title='guest post by &quot;Y&quot;'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114556600817936563</id><published>2006-04-20T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:46:48.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first date 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we were almost finished devouring our meals, and a whole 45 mins after we were supposed to meet our first couple, two familiar faces walk into the restaurant.  its them!! and all of a sudden the nervousness floods back.  what do we say to them!?  is it bad to start out a date with "what the hell took you so long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We all shake hands and introduce ourselves and to my surprise the conversation starts right away.  no awkward silences.  no shy hesitations.  we talk about everything from our choice of restaurant, our careers, school, our experience with swinging and why we all wanted to get into it, how we fell in love and anything else that came up in our 2 hour lunch date.  it was a great first meeting and really made me feel comfortable with the fact that swingers are normal people too!  they were nice and shy and all round normal...just like us!  but there was one problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"she looked like a troll!" Y said to me after we ended our meeting.  i could tell as soon as they walked in that Y would not be attracted to her, which did ease my nerves right away since i knew he would not want to go further with them.  but halfway through the date i started to wish that he did find her attractive since we all got a long great and i was quite attracted to the male half of the couple.  (which doesnt happen that often as i am quite picky when it comes to men.  even pickier when it comes to women!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as we finished paying, the male half says " well i guess this is the awkward part eh!?"  more that he knows...theres no un-awkward way to say "it was fun but shes a troll so we dont want to fuck you."  instead i suggest that we go our separate ways to discuss with our partners to see how we feel about eachother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they bought it.  its much easier to "break up" with someone on msn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114556600817936563?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114556600817936563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114556600817936563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114556600817936563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114556600817936563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-date-2.html' title='first date 2'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114541601230148626</id><published>2006-04-18T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:29:35.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we finally set up a "date" to meet a couple we had been chatting to for some time. they seem nice, but are from hamilton. (strike one against them.) we exchanged some pics and they look alright, but sometimes its really hard to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we pick one of our favourite restaurants to meet them for a no preassure lunch. we are the first couple they are meeting also so i have a feeling that there will be no nakedness on this date...just a lot of shaky nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we show up to the restaurant a couple minutes early and look around. i start to panic because im not sure i would recognize them even if they were sitting right infront of me. i do a double take to a couple sitting in the back and give a little smile, but with no reaction back, i assume its not them.&lt;br /&gt;we sit down and look over the menu. at this point i am starving, but it would be rude to order before they arrive wouldt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes go by. my stomach growls out loud and there is still no sign of them. maybe they are just running late? "lets give them 5 more minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later and we are ordering our food; excited to finally eat, but feeling let down that we were stood up on our very first date! the nervousness was starting to fade and i was a little happy that i was going to be able to enjoy my good food without having to think up and look interested in small talk with two strange people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a half hour after our meeting time and the nervousness i was feeling completely drained from my body as my food had arrived, but our dates didnt. at least we picked our favourite restaurant so the date wasnt a complete loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i chat as we eat, contemplating situations that could possibly make them stand us up. was the snowstorm worse in hamilton and they lost our number to call and let us know? were they lost themselves? did they take a second look at our pics we sent them and decide that we are hideous beasts that they didnt want to waste their time with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they probably got lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114541601230148626?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114541601230148626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114541601230148626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114541601230148626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114541601230148626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-date.html' title='first date'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114532900084964278</id><published>2006-04-17T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:56:40.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>second thoughts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i thought it was hard looking for another girl, now we have to agree on a couple!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes too old&lt;br /&gt;she's too fat&lt;br /&gt;hes kinda creepy looking&lt;br /&gt;she has a horse face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well i guess the horse face wouldnt make much difference if she had a hot ass and he was doing her from behind, but i dont think we are ready for that yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far we have chatted to quite a few couples but have yet to meet anyone. i started to get bored with the endless chatting on msn and wanted to get our first "date" over with, even though i was nervous with the outcome. what if we meet them and are not attracted to them? do we make up a lame excuse to leave 5 mins into the meeting? or talk openly about the fact that we dont think they are fuck-worthy? do we give them the "its not you its us speech?" what if i really like them, but Y doesnt? what if they ask us to go further and i dont know what Y thinks? or worse yet, what if its the other way around and WE are the sub-standard ones!? what if we are all attracted to each other, things progress past drinks, sexy things start happening and at that moment i suddenly realize that this ISNT what i want, i AM jealous, and i DONT want to continue doing this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one way to find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114532900084964278?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114532900084964278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114532900084964278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114532900084964278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114532900084964278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/second-thoughts.html' title='second thoughts?'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114495754408221949</id><published>2006-04-13T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:16:37.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the very next day we looked into one of the websites T&amp;J had recomended to us: AFF is like the older, sluttier sister of Lavalife.  i basically have no need to download porn anymore since discovering this site.  its hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we surfed the site while chatting about the possability of broadening our search to include couples as well as single girls.  im interested in couples for a few reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  no one goes home alone and everyone has someone they love involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  as much as i am looking forward to experimenting and playing with some soft and sensual girls, men are still my first choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  the thought of just having sex in the same room as another couple is a huge turn on.  adding the possability of kissing and touching them  in a jumble of limbs, cocks, pussies and tits = instant wettness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we decided to sign up with a profile stating that we are looking for other couples.  im still half expecting a pamphlet to show up in the mail saying "congratulations on becoming a swinger" with detailed descriptions about the lifstlye to answer all of our swinging queries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as i said before, this site is pretty hot.  even peoples profile pics are xxx rated some of a pussy slipping tightly down a hard cock, girls in short skirts bending over to reveal a delicious ass &amp;amp; tiny pink lips peaking out from underneith, long hard cocks aching to be sucked and many of juices dripping out of a freshly fucked pussy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can tell we are new since our pic is of us, fully clothed with our arms around eachother and big black bars across our eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hopfully it will attract peoples attention as the only NOT nude pic on the entire wesite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114495754408221949?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114495754408221949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114495754408221949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114495754408221949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114495754408221949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/january-2005.html' title='January 2005'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114481108095042343</id><published>2006-04-11T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:29:00.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked time 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we took a break from dancing and sat on the couch, watching and taking it all in.  a couple that was eyeing us up earlier sat down beside us.  this couch can sit 3 comfortably.  to fit 4 was quite intimate and we couldnt help but touch eachothers legs, and who wants to be sitting on a couch, squished with two strangers and not say a word to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T&amp;J were not a bad looking couple (she had a bit of a horse face) but they were very friendly, and the first people to "make a move" on us.  We chatted with them about the lifestyle, (they have been swinging for 5 years) and we told them that we were really only looking for a girl to join us, not a couple.  they told us that the club probably wasnt our best option for that, but they gave us the names of a few adult websites dedicated to helping adults find others to explore their fantasies with.  apparently lavalife has nothing on these sites! they also talked to us about the wonders of being with another couple and how we should really consider this option also.  so we got the name of a few of the websites, chatted a bit more and went back to dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All was going well, it looked like we were going to go upstairs and witness our first live porn situation...until the fight.  yes the fight.  i guess its inevitable that when a couple takes a journey like this, at some point one will want to take the senic route, while the other is stearing toward the short cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All night Y had been giving little pushes for me to be more outgoing.  "why dont you go talk to her?"  "why dont you go dance in the cage?"  "cummon...we are never going to meet anyone if you dont get over your shyness!"  i do agree with that.  the club is designed around women.  women are the ones that make the first move so that it doesnt take on the same feel at the regular downtown clubs with men pawing and grabbing at girls, thinking that they have the right to touch us as soon as we dont have our arms around another man. (the reason i stopped going to normal clubs actually) i did have to get up the courage to make the first move...but did it have to be today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i did want to go upstairs to check it out and see if it is something that i would want to partisipate in in the future, which im SURE it would be.  but after one too many comments from Y about me being to shy and thinking that im not really ready for all of this, i got frustrated.  me, not ready!?  was i not the catalyst in this whole situation??  i was totally ready for an introduction into the lifstyle!  i may not be ready to jump face first into another girls dripping pussy, but cummon, gimme some time to get adjusted here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when in a loud club with a few glasses of wine in me its hard to get these points across in an open and honest manner.  i got angry with him , he got angry with me and the night ended with us, both extremely frustrated, getting our coats and leaving without going upstairs, not talking all the way home, me crying, us both feeling bad after the situation is explained, making up, and cuddling eachother to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what a whirlwind of events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;such new experiences all so sexually and emotionally charged.  as i driffted off to sleep, my head was left swimming with thoughts of the night...and fantasies of bringing another couple into our beds instead of just another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114481108095042343?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114481108095042343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114481108095042343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114481108095042343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114481108095042343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/wicked-time-5.html' title='wicked time 5'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114476401732156787</id><published>2006-04-11T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:00:17.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks to the wonderfully favbulous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.explosivelaughter.com"&gt;HKD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for creating this new template for me!  (no, none of the pics are of me....my boobs arent that big :P) but i am planning to do a photo shoot to get some artisticly sexy photos that i can create some more personal, intimate banners with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;please let me know if there are any suggestions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114476401732156787?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114476401732156787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114476401732156787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114476401732156787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114476401732156787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114463823296272206</id><published>2006-04-09T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:03:53.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked time 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it started out like any other club: people drinking &amp; dancing &amp;amp; women in short skirts. but as the night went on it became more apparent that we werent in your average downtown club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we are taking it all in i notice a couple. he is sitting low down on a couch and she is standing above him, dancing for him seductivly. i watch her dance in her short skirt and lingerie top and notice her bending over him, her beautiful round ass exposed for all to see. i also notice a few other couples that are being entertained by the same glimps that i got from beneither her skirt. my eyes wander around the croud and when they fall on the couple again, she is stradling him on the couch, her breasts out with him tantilizing her nipples with his toungue. now they have a bit of a larger audience, some couples casually looking over to enjoy, other looking on more intesely, holding eachother, with a hand up a skirt or down a shirt while enjoying the free show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y and i decide to dance for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a cage on the end of the dance floor that we see one of the owners dancing in. "you want to dance in the cage" Y asks. i respond with a "hell no." lets take this thing one step at a time here...i cant believe everything im seeing and still feel like im peering into this world from the outside. im not ready to break through and become an actual part of the world yet! as time goes on a new girl climbs into the cage. and then another, and another still. the three girls start out by dancing in the cage, separetaly. then one grazes another girls ass with her hand. that girl responds by running her hand down her arm, and placing the first girls hand on her waist. they grind together, slowly and seductivly, with their bright eyed husbands (and a good portion of the club) looking on. they caress each other gently, running thier fingers through eachothers hair, grabbing at breasts / asses and being all around sex kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y turns me around so that we are both facing the girls in the cage, and holds me close. i grind my ass into his cock, swaying to the music and feel him responding from all the stimulation around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114463823296272206?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114463823296272206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114463823296272206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114463823296272206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114463823296272206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/wicked-time-4.html' title='wicked time 4'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114428448403043358</id><published>2006-04-05T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:48:04.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked time 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a quick shopping trip and i finish with a semi see-thru tank top and a short black skirt. perfect. ring in the new year with sexy style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a little nervous but at least we now know what to expect from a swingers club. we arrive early with only a few other couples scattered around the smaller than expected club. we got to chat to the owners a bit and then got a tour of the upstairs on premis area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one goes up there till after 12am so it was empty, but our imaginations filled in the blanks. the first room we saw was the "voyuer room." its a tiny room with only enough space for a couch. (and a bottle of lube, bowl of condoms and kleenex) the couch faces a two way mirror that overlooks a bed. you can see them, they cant see you. perfect for a young couple just starting out in the lifstyle! around that area there are a few beds, a chair, a round pedistal looking thing, and a strange padded device that i cant even imagine a position to be used on it! (ive seen it be used and now understand...that story comes later ;)&lt;br /&gt;the next room down the hall is the "mirror room" all the walls and ceiling are covered in mirrors. when i stood in it, it looked like there were about a million of me in the room...imagine what it would look like with a full on orgie going on!&lt;br /&gt;we then checked out the hot tub area. its a general hang out area that people use between fuck sessions to chat with other couples. there is a couch facing a big screen projection of porn on the wall, a tropical hot tub and there are showers that you can use to clean up between session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we get to the orgie room. a room full of beds at multiple hights with mood lighting. orgie-riffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. ive never dreamed that anything like this ever existed...and still cant really believe that it is real. the tour is over and its time to go downstairs, back into reality for now, and enjoy this whole atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114428448403043358?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114428448403043358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114428448403043358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114428448403043358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114428448403043358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/wicked-time-3.html' title='wicked time 3'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114417217244149233</id><published>2006-04-04T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:36:12.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked time 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;New Years arrives and i am pretty pumped to go to the club.  ive gotten back into the mindset of "sex with another girl can be fun!" instead of "you must look at me and only me."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but now onto the next problem that plagues me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what am i going to wear!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;see.  sometimes i can totally be girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114417217244149233?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114417217244149233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114417217244149233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114417217244149233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114417217244149233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/wicked-time-2.html' title='wicked time 2'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114410771027878084</id><published>2006-04-03T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:41:50.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked time 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its getting close to new years and this year I have a few options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-house party&lt;br /&gt;-stay at home&lt;br /&gt;-another house party&lt;br /&gt;-go to a swingers club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never been a fan of new years with all the drunken slobbering fools out in full force; so this year i was in no hurry to come up with plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after months of us not really pursuing our 3some, Y comes across a website for a swingers club that is hosting a new years party downtown toronto. not really being in the mind set for it, i was again apprehensive &amp; stuck in a brief moment of girlism thinking "why don’t you want anyone else, why am I not good enough??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a look at their website &amp;amp; saw a lot of pictures of tits and asses hanging out in a club atmosphere. it all looked like a bunch of women being displayed for the men and then i noticed something different about this club than all the other ones we had heard about...&lt;br /&gt;on premise room upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an area that people can have sex openly infront of each other and even mix and mingle sexually with other couples. as i read further it seemed that it was a no-pressure environment, and voyeurism was quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like live porn?? sounds good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, wheres the phone. lets make reservations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114410771027878084?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114410771027878084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114410771027878084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114410771027878084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114410771027878084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/wicked-time-1.html' title='wicked time 1'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114403099413159519</id><published>2006-04-02T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:03:57.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so this brings us up to about june of 2005. the month of july we spent driving from toronto to alaska and ended up falling in love somewhere in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent some time talking about another girl; analizing and rating girls we saw on the street, subway, in restaraunts, but not activly persuing anything. some interest on lavalife, but we seemed to be at a standstill...until we discovered club wicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114403099413159519?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114403099413159519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114403099413159519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114403099413159519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114403099413159519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/04/alaska.html' title='alaska'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114382998152253440</id><published>2006-03-31T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:33:01.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;normal couple's quiet night in:&lt;br /&gt;cuddling and watching old home movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alana and "Y"'s quiet night in:&lt;br /&gt;cuddling while watching "Y"'s home movies of him and his ex having sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this does sound bizzarr,  but when you think about it, this really should be the first step for any couple contemplating having a 3some.  (and also, what throughout this whole experience hasnt been bizzarr!?)  this all started with "Y"'s friends telling him that i wont be able to handle a 3some and will get jealous.  to tell you the truth, this is a possability.....but i highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were watching normal old home videos of "Y" when he was young and fat (who wasnt when they were young really?) and he came across a video that was quickly put aside with and under the breath "cant watch that one"&lt;br /&gt;"sex video?" i enquire&lt;br /&gt;"yeah...."&lt;br /&gt;"put it on!" i insist&lt;br /&gt;"what!?  no.  you dont want to see that...."&lt;br /&gt;"you think i'll get jealous?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose most girls wouldnt want to see their boyfriend nailing another chick from behind while shes yelling "harder! faster!".  but im not most girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he put the tape in after a lot of pleading on my part, and there he was, on tv, givin' it to his ex girlfriend like he was ron jeremy in his prime, while she squeeled like a piglet being ripped away from its mother tit.  my first thought was:&lt;br /&gt;"so thats what you look like when you fuck me doggie style!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very interesting indeed.  i wasnt turned on by it, but i wasnt offended either.  i strangely enjoyed it.  i was most amazed at the thought and time he had put into this thing.  hes a natural filmmaker!  i was proud.  yes, proud of my boyfriends sex video with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few different positions, and him pointing out how big his dick is (thanks sweety, i never noticed...)  we turned off the tape.  mission complete; no jealousy!  and now when hes fucking me from behind im not just staring at the wall....im actually picturing him doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114382998152253440?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114382998152253440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114382998152253440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114382998152253440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114382998152253440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/sex-video.html' title='Sex Video'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114375669478906286</id><published>2006-03-30T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:11:34.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and the saga continues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;we crossed through the dark windows, over the threshold of "sweet and innocen"t into a dirty world we only dreamed of.......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;except that it was just like walking into any other bar, on a very quiet night. there were a few people playing pool, and a few couples at the bar talking. all of the people were about 10 to 20 years older than us, overweight and not attractive. not our scene at all, but at least we crossed the line and knew what to expect...since we were going back the next night for the 33rd anniversary of the club. and hey, it was a 2 for 1 weekend so we really had nothing to loose going to the dull friday night party.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;we payed our money for the weekend, talked to the owner and left. not exactly what i expected for our first night as a "swinging couple"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;we went back the next night and to our suprise, the parking lot was PACKED. we didnt hesitate at all on our way in and both seemed quite excited with yesterday far behind us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;as we walked in the door we could instantly feel one couples eyes on us, checking us out. very intense feeling! they came over to us right away and introduced themselves. extremely friendly couple and we talked to them throughout the night. we ended up getting their email address, but i dont think we will ever use it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;after chatting to a few couples and feeling quite comfortable, we decided to take a look around. we practiced some of our salsa moves on the dance floor and took in the atmosphere around us. "Y" pointed out a cute girl that was involved in a deep conversation with her partner and another couple. after dancing some more we decided to walk around again. as we walked by the cute girl he pointed out earlier, we noticed that the man she was chatting to had his hand up her skirt... no wonder the conversation seemed so intense! we stood about 2 feet away from them, watching it all happen. its so hot to watch people get it on in the middle of a bar! after some time we were watching as the girl sat on the table facing the man with her legs spread open for all to see. he played with her clit as she arched her back toward the man behind her who was kissing her and playing with her nipples. another woman was giving the first man head, all of this 2 feet from our face…in the middle of a bar, with people dancing and mingling all around. "Y" held me close and slowly caressed me as we both enjoyed the show.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;this was one of the strangest and best experiences of my life and i know not many people out there can say they have seen the same thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i recommend a night at a swingers club to everyone &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114375669478906286?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114375669478906286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114375669478906286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114375669478906286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114375669478906286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-saga-continues.html' title='and the saga continues....'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114366437980375209</id><published>2006-03-29T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:32:59.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swingin' good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;typical couples weekend getaway:&lt;br /&gt;rent a car&lt;br /&gt;drive to the country&lt;br /&gt;have a picnic&lt;br /&gt;cuddle while watching the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alana and "Y"s weekend getaway:&lt;br /&gt;rent a car&lt;br /&gt;drive to brampton&lt;br /&gt;go to a swinger's club&lt;br /&gt;cuddle while watching 2 couples going at it in the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided it would be fun to check out a swingers club. yeah, we're not your typical couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt fond of the idea at first, knowing that swinging is basically switching partners, but "Y" thought that we might be able to “borrow” someones wife for our third. i half heartedly agreed to go, still a little uneasy about the whole thing. after a good talk with "Y" i decided that it would be very interesting to see what it is all about and hey, how many people can say that they've been to a swingers club anyway!? i can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rented a car and drove to brampton on friday to check out club eros. (we researched a few clubs but this one seemed the most legit) fridays are cocktail party nights and supposedly good nights for "newbies" since it is a quieter and less overwhelming experience. i highly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pulled our car along side the 5 lonely cars infront of the "restaraunt" with the blacked out windows and a sign in the door that read "closed for private party." we sat in the parking lot with the car idling, ready for a quick getaway if needed, like so many swingin' couples before us. 5 cars!? that would mean that theres only 10 people in there! we sat and contemplated in silence about what we each though was behind those dark windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pictured us walking in and everything would freeze. like in a cheesy western film when the guy on the front of the "wanted" poster swings open the doors to the saloon. the music would stop. any thrusting, sucking or gang-banging would stop. everything would be still except for a drop of cum that splatters on the ground from somewhere in the mass orgie. everyone would slowly turn around to check out the new couple. we would feel their eyes undressing us and sense their desire to grab us, pull us into their dirty little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lets not go in" we think in unison and quickly drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stop sign down the street idles us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hesitate longer than normal at the stop sign, especially since it was night with no one else around to yeild to. a glance at each other and we make a u-turn back to the club with its dark windows tickling our curiosity until we could no longer take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats life without a little adventure anyway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114366437980375209?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114366437980375209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114366437980375209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114366437980375209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114366437980375209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/swingin-good-time.html' title='swingin&apos; good time'/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114360241156766727</id><published>2006-03-28T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:20:11.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y: what about our waitress, do you think she's hot?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, she's pretty hot&lt;br /&gt;Y: why dont you leave her your number on the bill?&lt;br /&gt;me: i couldnt do that, we come here all the time!  what if she's our waitress next time?&lt;br /&gt;Y: so what?  cummon, are you really that much of a pussy?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114360241156766727?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114360241156766727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114360241156766727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114360241156766727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114360241156766727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/y-what-about-our-waitress-do-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114360217664748098</id><published>2006-03-28T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:16:16.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we talked to our first girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we now have two separate postings on lavalife looking for a 3rd. mine is short and to the point. "Y"s shows our funny outgoing side. he got a smile today, we exchanged pics (she said i was stunning. god bless her!)&lt;br /&gt;she is a chubby girl. not exactly what i am looking for (and i dont think "Y" is either) but it was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;i went online and "Y" messaged me..."i just went onto lavalife and a girl smiled at me! im talking to her right now!" i chatted to her a bit but she seemed a little to fake...like she was trying really hard to be "sexy." i think i would enjoy a woman that felt sexy in her own skin, not one that was pretending she did.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about it and decided she wasnt for us, but we both enjoyed talking to a girl that liked us both. i am so glad that i decided to tell him and have him help me in the process!&lt;br /&gt;on another note, we are going to a swing club this weekend. im not as excited or eagar for this as i had expected. im actually quite anxious/nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114360217664748098?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114360217664748098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114360217664748098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114360217664748098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114360217664748098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-talked-to-our-first-girl-we-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114339863446154181</id><published>2006-03-26T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:43:54.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i told him&lt;br /&gt;so after many days of "Y" whining that he didn't get his birthday present and complaining that i say that i am willing to try anything but yet im still not open to a threesome, i decided to tell him what i was getting him.&lt;br /&gt;we obviously dont know each other that well yet since he was shocked when i told him and never thought that i would get him that. i cant think of anything else i would want to get him! i dont think he believed me at first because i didnt want to take him online to see my posting, but after i did show him and he saw all the people i had been in contact with, he was amazed and really excited.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly how i wanted to reveal this to him. in my head i wanted to have him meet me at a bar and when he arrives, she is there with me. we could spend the whole night dancing and chatting until we could not take the sexual energy any longer and go back to his place and rip eachothers clothes off. or i take him out for a night and have her at his apartment when we get home, waiting for us to do whatever we want with her. but i think this will be a lot of fun searching together. and its cute to see that, he is being very carful and respectful with it. he wants us to sit down and get all the "rules" straight. anything i dont feel comfortable with, he wants to know. we are also thinking of going to a swingers club just to see what it is like and he wants signals and everything in case i get uncomfortable at any point. very sweet and reasuring&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a feeling that im going to enjoy this adventure with him involved a lot more thatn when i was searching alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114339863446154181?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114339863446154181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114339863446154181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114339863446154181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114339863446154181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/may-2005-i-told-him-so-after-many-days.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114317107673079292</id><published>2006-03-23T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:31:16.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you stradle me and pin me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wrap my legs around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pull you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'till you're deep inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to keep you there, but you pull out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;slowly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hesitating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;teasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you thrust back into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i gasp and draw you in with every breath pant and moan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"i want you to cum for me" you groan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as you plunge back into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here, now, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cant imagine cumming for anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114317107673079292?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114317107673079292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114317107673079292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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poetry....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114313127458109632?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114313127458109632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114313127458109632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114313127458109632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114313127458109632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-blog-is-also-going-to-be-used-as.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114308290672270184</id><published>2006-03-22T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:01:46.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went to a screening of a short film the other day with my roommate. the film was very wordy and not very visually interesting, but that’s not the point of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;there was free food, free wine people were all dressed up, what a good place to try to pick up! we were surveying the room analyzing women. this one's too skinny. this one's kinda trashy. quite fun actually. i have always dreamed of having a gay guy friend that i could go pick up men with. i guess this is sort of a similar situation, just a little backwards!&lt;br /&gt;so we both agreed on one girl at this party. i now know that if i was a lesbian i would be very attracted to the spanish/latin girls. she was beautiful. very sweet and kind looking with a sparkle of saucy deep in her eyes. for some reason i don’t think i would have been jealous of her with "Y" even though she was very attractive. she would be perfect. but now a new problem arises and i start to get sweaty and nervous. she’s perfect, yes, but how do i pick her up!? i can flirt with a man no problem, but will the same tactics work on a woman as a man? no way! with men all you need to peak interest is a hand placed on the thigh raising the skirt a little bit, one extra button undone on the shirt and longer than normal eye contact with a slight eyebrow raise at the end. will this work on her? i know it would not work on me...i'm looking at what girls are wearing, their style, their hair. i probably wouldn’t have even noticed if a girl was looking back at me since i’m always too busy judging her!&lt;br /&gt;i try some eye contact. the first time i catch her eye, she holds it for quite a while. it sends an excited tingle through my body. a few more long glances and my roommate is trying to convince me to go talk to her. how do i know she’s not looking at me wondering why this freaky girl is staring at her!? he tells me i have to get her alone. follow her to the bathroom, catch her while she’s getting wine. as if following a script we have written for her, my girl steps away from the group she is chatting with to the food table. by herself. i freeze. how do men handle this? i watch her pick up a few items and slip back into the crowd. hesitation is the lonely mans drug.&lt;br /&gt;there were a few other moments where she squeezed by me and i placed a soft hand on her waist to help her by and gave a shy smile as she looked into my eyes and i looked nervously away.&lt;br /&gt;when we left for the evening i gave one last look in her direction hoping that i would catch her eye again. that she would put down her drink and follow me out. that she would grab me and whisper in my ear "your search is over" and all my inhibitions would disappear with just one small kiss.&lt;br /&gt;she didn’t notice me leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114308290672270184?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114308290672270184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114308290672270184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114308290672270184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114308290672270184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-to-screening-of-short-film.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114299816891406128</id><published>2006-03-21T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:29:28.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;April 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;no responses from any girls on lava. i did get talking to a couple that wanted me as a third though!! never expected that. they too were looking for a girl, but neither of us contemplated introducing another couple into the picture. this could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I still would like just a girl for the birthday present though so the search continues. i seem to be fine tuning the art of thinking like a man. when im in public i find myself checking out men as usual, but if i see a pretty girl i give her a second glance also. im looking at the girls more, but still with a bias feminine eye. there was one girl that i thought was gorgeous. tall and not too thin, but i disregarded her because i didnt like the shoes she was wearing. typical woman i am!&lt;br /&gt;on another note, the fucking on the boss's desk did take place the other day. i recomend it to everyone. "Y" came to my work to drop off something for me and there were still people around the office. he had to get to work shortly, but he hung out while i worked a little bit, while he constantly distracted me by reaching up my skirt. finally everyone left for the day. and i got bent over the boss's desk with the afternoon light reflecting off my bare white ass.&lt;br /&gt;i have a meeting first thing tomorrow morning in that very office. i wonder if hes going to find any butt prints on his papers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114299816891406128?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114299816891406128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114299816891406128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114299816891406128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114299816891406128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/april-2005-sigh-no-responses-from-any.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114272660574789428</id><published>2006-03-18T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:03:25.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the search continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i really have no idea how to go about this. i've never had to "pick up" a woman, nor have i ever fathomed the thought of ever having to do it! i decided to put a posting up on lavalife in the "intimate encounters" section. i have listings in the dating and relationship areas also (under a different name than the seeking woman one!) and actually met "Y" online. seems fitting to find the third on there also. (welcome to the 21st century)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i have to put together a plan on what i want in a third. do i want her to be crazy and dirty? shy and sensitive? how would i feel with someone who is thinner, more fit, or prettier than me? what if he is more attracted to her? what if they connect? what if she can dance? do i sabotage the whole thing and get a hideous beast so i can feel better about myself??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;humans are funny animals. i consider myself fairly self aware and confident. i have decided to bring another woman into the picture for one night and i turn into a jealous self conscious toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wonder if anyone will respond to my posting on lava....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114272660574789428?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114272660574789428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114272660574789428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114272660574789428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114272660574789428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/search-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114265255880435812</id><published>2006-03-17T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:28:26.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;march 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Of Being Dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;being dirty can be an art form as creative and detailed as any other art form; from drawing and painting to writing or theatre. this is a story about me and the dirty “work of art” I am currently creating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you are younger, being dirty consists of touching little jonny’s “naughty parts” under the stairs of the basement while your and jonny’s mothers are upstairs innocently discussing which beans best compliment each other for a 3 bean salad. as you get older, however, the ideas of dirty spread into having “fuck friends,” sex in public places and the introduction of video recording devices to keep your sex routines fresh and exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have been though a slump lately of dating people who are boring and predictable in bed, to not dating at all. i started to forget the thrill of a secret hand down the pants on a crowded subway, or the feeling of being fucked up against the back of a church on sunday. (now, if you have been offended by anything written this far, I highly advise against reading any further)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but recently i started dating a boy (i’ll call him “Y” for anonymity) who has removed the thick clog of boredom from my dating world and gotten the dirty juices once again flowing through the floodgates of my sex life. here is an example of one of our msn conversations not too long ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: hell, I could take the whole week off of work....but then I would be screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y: I though you like being screwed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me: heh...i do, i do! but not at work...well,..actually...HEY do you want to come to my work next week and fuck on my boss’s desk!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y: ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just like an artist, who is always looking for new challenges and more difficult pieces to create, being dirty calls for a certain creativity all its own. Y’s birthday is coming up at the end of the month. he once mentioned to me that he could really use a new wok for cooking. that would be a fine birthday present. wrapped up in a box and a bow with a pretty little card that tells him how happy I am that I’ve met him. he would kiss me and tell me he loves it. then a year down the road the wok will start to warp, the handle will come loose and it will end up in a garbage grave with all the other “fine” birthday presents of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he also once told me that his fantasy, since her was twelve, was to have a threesome with 2 women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which do you think I chose for his birthday present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy birthday babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114265255880435812?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114265255880435812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114265255880435812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114265255880435812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114265255880435812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-2005-art-of-being-dirty-being.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24282672.post-114265211929996196</id><published>2006-03-17T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:21:59.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;here I am.  so many stories and not enough room to store them in my head anymore. i feel it is nesisary to start from the beginning even though that goes back a year.  for those of you that are aware of my story already...try not to spoil it for the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24282672-114265211929996196?l=meandyouandthem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/feeds/114265211929996196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24282672&amp;postID=114265211929996196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114265211929996196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24282672/posts/default/114265211929996196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandyouandthem.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>dirtyalana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173640800845593019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
