Author: Fanny Hill

After several years living in a slightly humorless European country, Fanny Hill washed up on the friendly shores of Chicago. She enjoys chatting with the cashiers at the grocery store and the reciprocal smiling of strangers in the street.

On Saturday night, my play partner at the swinging party ordered me to the kneel on the floor and suck his cock, and I delighted in obeying. He triggered my excitement by coaxing “thank you, sir” out of me and commanding me to bend over. I spent Sunday afternoon taking the first step to becoming a member of the Unitarian Universalists (you know, the ones with all the gay ministers and the crazy progressive sex-ed program). As I listened to the minister– the earnest and thoughtful minister– an epiphany hit me: swinging can be a path to discovering not only…

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