Anonymous - Food Porn: An erotic memoir

ISBN: 9781483520681

Playing

Do you play?

Are you one of us? Do you play a little? Or did you give it up? Were you found out? It might be your dirty little secret. Your only secret. Or one of many.

It all goes on behind closed doors. Or sometimes in the venue room just above where youre sipping a casual glass of wine. Often its those couples that seem to have it all together. Those adoring ones with the cheesy selfies on Facebook, who have the house with the view, the always perfectly groomed dog, the well-dressed, polite children. You would never know. Its hardly going to pop up in your Facebook newsfeed.

Your partner might, or might not know you do it. You might just have a play partner, or it might be a group where all couples strictly have to be partners, real ones. Its safer that way. From wanting to turn what goes on behind those sealed doors into something real; a simple flirtation turning into a real life relationship. You wouldnt want to develop feelings for anyone. Thats against the rules.

I once spoke to a couple who met while playing, when they both had other partners. They whispered it to me. Its the biggest fear of the playing crowd.

They play together so theres no cheating. That defeats the purpose. You only play together.

Theres no lies. Just complete honesty; about what you want and who you want to do it with. Youre sharing each others bodies, giving others access to your husbands pants.

Just remember, its playing.

Its not an orgy. Its not a key swapping game. Its just playing. A game. Its not just sex, its much more than that. Its a completely different game.

There are rules, which vary. There can be any number of players and you can make it last hours or days. Or you might take a look around the room and decide to pass on that playing session. No-one there is your type. Usually the women pass on a man theyre not interested in.

Or you have a safe word. It means grab your clothes, were out of here. Too much hair on the bodies that lay sprawled across the furniture. Questionable hygiene. Or you might just suddenly not feel like having sex. Time to leave.

It might be all very respectable.

I only once caught a jealous look on someones face. It was on a womans face. She was new to the scene. It was her first time. Her partner had been playing for years with other partners. She had said yes, she would give it a go. But she didnt seem very happy about the whole situation. Im not sure they properly discussed what was about to occur. It might have been a decision between its me and playing, or its over scenario. Or, maybe she was at first turned on by the thought of playing, but freaked out when it was actually happened.

I never played with a boyfriend; I wouldnt want to watch someone with them. I had a playing partner. Someone trusted, but with no feelings attached. How would you ever be able to erase the sight of it otherwise? You have to be turned on, rather than appalled, by sharing your partner. Often its those with voyeuristic tendencies. Its all about fucking. Fucking and watching people be fucked. That wink shared between a couple across a crowded room, while theyre busy mixing their juices with another.

Watching them be pleasured by someone else.

You might get off on watching someone else take your beloved wife from behind and penetrate her repeatedly. Or by licking someones swollen pussy until she is a quivering mess from multiple orgasms, while someone else lies beneath you with their cock inside you gently probing, and another pinching your erect nipples between their forefingers and thumbs. Theres hands and tongues everywhere.

Its the chance to try everything out. One girl and double penetration. Any kind of fetish that youve ever seen online and wanted to try out. Theres always someone else wanting to give it a go.

Its a chance to learn things about your body that you never knew. What turns you on and what doesnt. Just the possibility of anything happening might be all that you need.

Beginnings

Up until this point, I had just had the usual encounters under my belt. A few long, monogamous relationships, a few brief flings while travelling in Europe, doing that thing that Aussies do. I could clearly bring up every persons face that I had ever kissed, and although I thought I had quite liberal views about most things, I had never encountered people like this.

Playing wasnt just the next step up from a one-night stand; it was another world.

But I wasnt sure if it was going to bite me or not. It was thrilling. Exciting. A bit like playing dress-ups. I had never been the naughty girl before. And I kind of liked it. So long as it didnt intrude on my real world.

That me, and the real me had to stay as far apart as possible.

Otherwise, how do you return to the normal world when you find someone you want to settle down with and marry? I didnt want to still be playing with my husband when the time came. I was just a simple girl who loved food. I didnt want this to be my life forever.

But for the time being, anything goes. I opened myself up to any situation.

There were only a few rules.

Lucas

Its just skin pressed up against skin, Lucas use to espouse, naked on a floor, lying amongst cushions and sheets, or on a bed, or a couch, or anywhere else that he had thought up, (including his ex-wifes zippy little red BMW), with that cheeky look in his eye.

Often it would be while he swirled the remnants of wine in a stemless glass, like a bedroom philosopher with a slightly distorted view of the world.

He would look up at me, surveying my body, and I wouldnt mind his eyes travelling over my skin. It was assessing my skin, its contours, my erect nipples, my hairless pussy, the strong arch in my back, my golden tanned skin. And the thick auburn mane of curls that fell half way down my back, which he use to often trail his cock through.

He loved to share my body. Not in a possessive way; it was almost protective. He always said that we could leave as soon as I felt uncomfortable. If I didnt want to get undressed with a certain group of people, there was always an out.

But I never said no.

I just liked knowing that the power was there, just in case.

Instead, I relished every random encounter, like a portfolio of expanding work. No, anal wasnt really my thing. Yes, I could eat out a girls pussy, given instructions. And I found out I was pretty good at it too. I could play with other girls, even though I wasnt bi.

I opened myself up to new experiences, knowing that my life wasnt going to continue like this forever.

Its a pretty easy step to take to stumble into a party invited by a friend of a friend, get talking and start flirting with two guys and before you know it, youre walking to work wondering if the people passing by you have any idea about what you got up to last night. You cant even believe what you got up to last night.

An onslaught of bodies; skin, and nipples, shaved and waxed body parts, the kind of whimpers and moans that usually only one other person hears in private. Wives watching their husbands grab fistfuls of another womans breasts, while another man licks her swollen, throbbing, wet pussy. One step closer each time to a scene like this.

My pussy stilled throbbed.

I had a bite mark on my arm, hidden by a long blouse. Im pretty sure I was covered in them.

Ive always had a bit of a thing for biting and being bitten. I love leaving marks on mens skin, like dragging my nails down their backs when they come. Mixing pleasure with something just a little bit naughtier than missionary style.

Sydney

Before I entered this world of playing, I was trying to do the long distance thing having just returned to Sydney, without much success.

We had gone out for five years.