Martin Dean - Switch And Swap

Although swapping is most often denied as 'mate-switching' or 'mate-sharing' this definition is too confirming to be of any real value as a working definition. In truth the term 'swapping' more accurately indicates that a certain individual is likely to become involved with more than one sexual partner either privately or publicly. In truth a person may be single and yet be involved in swapping. Not all swappers are by any means married.

Mate-swapping is not a product of our present day generation. It existed centuries ago as Roger Blake notes in his study, THE WIFE SWAPPERS

"Mate-swapping, however; like most all forms of human sexual behavior, has existed in one form or another since the most ancient civilizations of mankind. It exists today as an intrinsic part of the customs and cultures of many groups and tribes in Asia, Africa and South America. It was undoubtedly as prevalent in the monarchist Europe of a century or so ago as it is today, if not more so." (3)

Society has always more or less permitted men to have their sexual freedom. A man who occasionally visits a bawdy house or is seen in the company of another woman is not as quickly criticized as a woman would be who was seen indulging in the same activities. Up until this present generation there has always been a kind of 'double-standard' applied to the actions of men, which, on the other hand, have never been applied to women. It has always been assumed that men, because of the strength of their intense physical desires, would occasionally wander from their marital bed-but such privileges and rights have never before been granted to women.

Women's Liberation movements, the fight for equal rights for woman at home, at work, and even in the bedroom, are presently underway as a kind of side-effect of "The Sexual Revolution." Today's liberated women, even the married ones, want the same standards and set of rules set for them as exist for me. And, since this includes the area of sexual freedom, many women are demanding equal rights in selecting their own mates. Today's women are inclined to be as sexually aggressive as men, and they are also inclined to believe that they have as much right to obtain their intimate sexual satisfaction as men.

Today's women, married and single, are inclined to agree that variety is the spice of life. They recognize the fact that their own husbands occasionally wander, and that any boy or man is allowed to have perhaps a multiple of sexual contacts before marriage. Many single women are demanding that they be granted equal rights to be aggressive concerning their physical desires. They also want to have the stigma removed from them if they should become involved with more than one man. The young ladies of today are realizing that 'sex is fun', and that if men can flirt from flower to flower before finally selecting a mate, that women should be granted equal rights and equal opportunity to indulge in polymorphous and plural incidents of sexual abandon.

Let us take a look at the case history of Sylvia Beechwood, an attractive girl of twenty, who was forced to leave home when her mother began complaining about her open promiscuity with men. Sylvia consulted me in a very distraught and upset state. Sylvia confessed to me the extent of her sexual activities. It seems evident that Sylvia's deep psychological problems stem from the fact that she had a dominating mother who ruled her life dictating her own puritanical set of morals.

Sylvia has long flowing coal black hair. Her vivacious eyes are a sparkling dark brown. Sylvia has an attractive pug nose and a dimpled chin. Sylvia's breasts are well-formed and solid, giving emphasis to her broad hips and her tapering legs. It is quite evident that Sylvia might be found attractive, if not desirable, by any virile male.

"The way my own mother acts" Sylvia complained, with obvious irritation, "you'd think I was an out and out whom Mother tried to keep me away from boys for so long that she finally drove me to them. I admit girls today might act a lot different than in her generation-but our times are changing. I've found out that I could never be happy living the kind of life that mother wants me to. My mother lives in a morbid fear of sex. I've found that my body is a source of pleasure-and if I like a guy I don't mind sharing it with him. I believe that women today have a right to their own sexual freedom. After all men have been libertines since the beginning of times."

"You sound strongly in favor of sexual freedom for women " I noted. "Can you give me any reasons for these feelings?"

"Yes " Sylvia chimed, fingering the dimple in her chin. "I remember as a child mother and dad fought over sex all the time. I remember one time dad brought a young girl home when mother was in the hospital. He had sex with her right in our very home. I remember it so well because my father was practically delirious as he achieved his explosive climax. Mother found out about it from a neighbor who happened to be watching through the partially open window. It ended with mother suing dad for divorce and driving him to drink. I haven't seen my father since then."

"In other words you feel your mother is too strict"

"Definitely-yes" Sylvia sighed, heavily. "Mother has never been a real person to me. She's always stood for some unbreakable set of rules. I really don't understand how mother laid still enough to conceive me. In fact, I can't even imagine it. It's a wonder she didn't tell me she had an 'Immaculate Conception'. When mother gets sniffing the air for sex she's like an inquisitor."

"Do you blame your mother for your sexual permissiveness?"

"Not really," Sylvia complained. "It just seemed natural to me that my body was a source of pleasure. I mean-at the age of five I discovered that a resourceful child could amuse itself for hours just by manipulating its fingers between its legs. Surprisingly mother caught me masturbating a few times. But I was a prolific masturbator. I was always digging my finger into my vagina, and flicking my thumb back and forth over my throbbing clitoris. The soft waves of sensual pleasure drove me nearly out of my mind. My own orgasm would become a hot liquid pouring from between my thrashing thighs. I would groan an A my body would almost go through passionate spasms as I released my hot liquid orgasm.

"Mother never succeeded in convincing me that my body was dirty " Sylvia noted. "She tried. But I've always loved myself in a kind of physical way. I love touching myself as I apply scented lotions. I began dating boys too, I admit I went all the way when I was thirteen. But I knew enough from older girls to know to make the boy wear a rubber. If a boy didn't please me and bring me as violent a climax as I could obtain with my own finger I went out on him. I dated several boys and yes, I admit, I had screwed with all of them. I like nothing better than to have a boy violently bite my titties while his hand moves suggestively between my legs. It's even more fascinating when he gets me hot and makes his move to put the meat in."

"Go on"

"Mother got the word that I was promiscuous then," Sylvia smiled. "I had to invent ways to slip out of the house. My only pleasure became the few brief minutes that I was locked in a passionate embrace with some boy I knew."

"I see"

"I guess I did get a bad reputation," Sylvia noted. "Some of the girls called me a 'whore' and other things. I guess I was just more 'hot natured' than most girls. Or maybe I just needed love more desperately and didn't know where to find it. Anyway when I was eighteen mother literally 'kicked me out'. She told me that I was vile and filthy as my father. I've never tried to contact her since then."

"Go on "

"I went to work in a department store," Sylvia blushed, fingering her long dark tresses. "I moved to a boarding house which of course was restricted to women. No chance to bring a date home or any such thing. Sex became a series of parked cars in lovers lanes. I didn't enjoy it much because it's very difficult to have an orgasm inside such cramped quarters. I did get in on some good oral sex now and then. But you were always scared silly that someone was going to spot you!