Gangbangs and Getting Past Personal Boundaries

In my series of real Montreal sex stories, I take you inside some of the city's most notorious sex clubs. Read on to find out how my husband and I pick up other swinger couples & hot singles for threesomes, foursomes, and orgies.

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I've been fantasizing almost exclusively about gangbangs for the last 11 months. It all started with something PC and I witnessed last summer at the old location of Montreal swinger club Le Celeste. 

Leaning rigidly against the latticed wall of the “Jungle Room,” my face partially obscured by a plastic vine hanging from the ceiling, I watched a group of about 10 fit, clean-shaven men swarm a buxom bleached blonde. From where I was standing I had a clear sideways view of her. While deepthroating one cock after another, she spread open her strong, tanned body doggie-style as guys took turns grabbing her ass, straddling her, moving aside the thin crotch of her white G-string, and pumping her pussy in short, quick strokes.

The Art of Double Penetration

Here’s one sex act you didn’t see on Team America: double penetration (dp). A now integral part of two-guys-and-a-girl threesomes and free for all gangbang scenes, double penetration has saturated mainstream porn. Before you try dp at home though, heed my warning. Contrary to the ease with which guys position themselves and slide their cocks into a female performer’s orifices in your favorite films, in real life dp is nothing short of an acrobatic feat. 

My fascination with a particular subcategory of dp – ass/pussy double penetration (or “apdp” for short) – started long before I became exposed to the practice online. In a post I wrote last year for Peeperz, I elaborated on my recurring dream of being ravished by a tentacled leviathan. Examined in the clear light of day, this story helped me realize that a part of me was driven by a primal, submissive yearning to be completely filled in a way that far exceeded what any one man can accomplish alone. 

French philosopher and hardcore fiction pornographer Georges Bataille would equate my dream to an expression of my desire – the desire of a discontinuous, individual being – to experience a sense of profound continuity. Furthermore, he would likely argue that my dream lays bare the notion that what is at stake in any form of eroticism, be it sexual, romantic, or spiritual, is the dissolution of constituted forms (bodies, identities).

The enlightened context of Bataille’s take on sexuality not only fascinated me as a result of its associations with Tantric sex, but also gave me license to explore my tentacle porn dream and experiment with apdp. Contrary to the woman who posted an online video clip of herself shitting an octopus, however, my research didn’t involve a necrophilic act of bestiality. Instead, I attempted to adapt my fantasy to real-life, multiple penetration scenarios involving inanimate objects and, eventually, consenting adults.

At first, before I worked up the courage to ask two men to fuck me in tandem, I played with toys. With one dildo in my ass and another in my pussy, I masturbated in countless different positions until I finally figured out my preferred double penetration angle. Even if you never graduate to practicing apdp with men, it is well worth a try with props. The seismic orgasms you’ll experience on account of having your sphincter, G-spot, and clit stimulated at the same time are mind-blowing. 

As soon as you raise the stakes by trading toys for hard cocks, however, apdp transcends the private sphere of closet masturbation and becomes a collaborative art form. As with any art, success requires practice, skill, and commitment. Beyond the physical challenges involved in apdp, to enjoy a mutually satisfying session you should be aware of two pitfalls before getting started: performance anxiety and overstimulation.

Keep in mind that although the idea of an apdp threesome may appeal to most men, in actual practice it is not uncommon for them to feel overwhelmed – at least the first time around. For one thing, the membrane separating your vagina from your rectum is thin, and some guys may be shy about crossing swords or feeling another cock in such close proximity. Likewise, some straight guys find it challenging to maintain an erection in front of other men. In my experience, creating an open, accepting, and non-competitive atmosphere that fosters communication and exploration helps all participants to overcome their respective fears.

Overstimulation, on the other hand, causing guys to get off too soon and the woman to forgo orgasm altogether, requires the same amount of patience to work through. While premature ejaculation may be embarrassing for guys, repeated apdp practice quickly desensitizes them. The situation is not as simple for the woman. In my case, achieving orgasm requires concentration and the ability to let myself go – two things I can easily do during an intimate, one-on-one session with my lover, but have been unable to manage in a threesome. Yet. Nonetheless, I’m confident that in time I will overcome my mental block and be able to experience the full force of a double penetration orgasm. What makes me so certain? I know one thing for sure about apdp. As with any art, repeating the process will eventually give rise to something beautiful.

An Apology for Sodomy

I love a good ass fuck. Push me down on all fours, head down, butt in the air. Grip me from behind. Forcefully. Now finger my asshole until my whole body quivers in anticipation. When you can smell just how wet you’ve got me, impale me without mercy until I cry out your name… until I feel you blast your load so deep inside me that I’ll be shitting cum for hours.

How to Get Unicorn Pee Out of Your Mattress

Here’s the post mortem on the worst girl-on-girl action I’ve ever experienced. (Want the lead-up details? Read my last post, Anatomy of a Bad Unicorn Hook Up).

If you recall, PC and I had a unicorn (i.e., swinger speak for a single woman who plays with couples) come over on a Sunday afternoon for a threesome. At least that’s what we had negotiated when I first met her. After washing down a few bites of sushi with close to two bottles of wine, however, she decided that she only wanted to play with me – two major red flags we should’ve noticed.

Anatomy of a Bad Unicorn Hook Up

It’s 11:50 p.m. on a Sunday night [or so it was when I originally wrote this post]. As I write this, a curvy 24 year-old brunette is sprawled out sideways on our bed, snoring off the bottle of Chardonnay she polished off during our take-out sushi dinner.  She’s hot: dirty French girl pout,  smooth golden skin; full, round breasts with sharp little nipples; and a tight ass I still feel like smacking. 

Sex by Starlight: Montreal Swinger Club Le Celeste

In my series of real Montreal sex stories, I take you inside some of the city's most notorious sex clubs. Read on to find out how my husband and I pick up other swinger couples & hot singles for threesomes, foursomes, and orgies.

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A haven for first timers, soft swingers, and exhibitionists on account of its private and semi-private rooms, Montreal swinger club Le Celeste boasts of play areas that will appeal to your most voluptuous fantasies. Do you dream of being ravished in a Chinese brothel? Ever wanted to get your freak on at a peep show? What about sucking off your man (or the man next to him) at a glory hole?

The list of marvellous play spaces goes on, including: a Jacuzzi; a jungle-themed, mirrored, black-light room; a pussy-eating room with a one-way viewing window; a barren confessional chamber complete with a prie-dieu and its antithesis, the sex swing; not to mention a large dance floor; pool tables; a non-alcoholic bar; and a midnight buffet for when you get the post-sex munchies.

Take Me by Storm: Montreal's L'Orage Club for Swingers

In my series of real Montreal sex stories, I take you inside some of the city's most notorious sex clubs. Read on to find out how my husband and I pick up other swinger couples & hot singles for threesomes, foursomes, and orgies. 

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As promised, here is a review of one of my favourite swinger bars in Montreal: L'Orage Club. PC (my husband about whom you will hear more in future posts) and I have been over a dozen times, and have rarely been disappointed.

If you're a local hardcore player, get on it! If you're a full-swap out-of-towner planning a trip to la belle province (not to be confused with the eponymous greasy spoon), this is one thriller destination.

My Montreal: A Swinger's Mecca

You’re probably familiar with the cobblestoned charm of my city’s Old Port district, the delicacies of its French cuisine, or perhaps even its ebullient, vanilla nightlife. But did you know that Montreal is also a swingers’ Mecca? I don’t mean underground, exclusive house parties or sex off-premises bars – although these scenes exist here too. What I’m talking about are on-premises, fully exposed threesomes, foursomes, orgies, and gangbangs. Get the word out, people: In my hometown, having sex at a swinger’s club is legal.

A Little History

We are indebted to a man named Jean-Paul Lebaye, owner of the notorious L’Orage Club, for our community’s legal emancipation. Founded in 1996, L’Orage continues to host intimate soirées for paying members. To this day, it is reputed to be the gangbang club of choice among discerning female swingers on account of the high calibre of its male clientele.

After a seven-year court battle initiated by a police raid of L’Orage in 1998, the Supreme Court of Canada finally ruled in favour of sex clubs in 2005 on the basis that they cause society no harm. The outcome? In Canada, it was now legal to have sex at swingers’ clubs, provided that the club in question was “private,” i.e., required the purchase of a membership.

Wanna get the inside scoop on the scene in 2011? In my next two posts you will find reviews of my favourite Montreal sex clubs: L'Orage and Le Céleste.

A Lesson in Self-Love

My first orgy experience made me realize something rather humbling: I needed to go back to the drawing board and relearn how to masturbate. For years I’d never taken the act of getting myself off too seriously. For starters, when I got around to pleasuring myself it was usually because I was rabidly horny and there was no one around to ease my pain. What’s worse, my candy-coloured German vibrator worked as effectively as any Teutonic piece of machinery. My routine was always the same: Out comes the Candyman at the highest possible setting, and within less than a minute I can feel my clit melting and my pelvis convulsing wildly. The result? I had become lazy and impatient – so much so that not since my salad days had I bothered to explore my pussy.

You may be asking yourself: If you can get off that quickly why mess with a good thing? Well, the lovers I've had really enjoy going down on a girl and making her come on their faces, and I’m just as eager to oblige anyone who is that keen on making me squirm and moan. The trouble is I'd reached a point where I couldn't have an orgasm even with the most savvy and dexterous tongue working me over. It took a woman’s touch, during the most overwhelming sexual encounter I’ve experienced so far, to bring me back to the origin of my world or, should I say, to my pussy.

Introducing Emmanuelle Undine

My name is Emmanuelle, but you can call me Emma or E for short. 

The first thing you need to know about me: I love sex.  Give it to me rough & hard, soft & easy, or downright sleazy – I’ll always beg for more. 

The second thing you should know: I’m very flexible (and not just ‘cause I started taking yoga). I can trash talk better than any crack whore when a guy fucks me like he paid for it, or, for the consummate playas who up the stakes with their razor-sharp mental game, I can take on the role of the ingénue and seduce them with my wit. 

Number three: the human body fascinates me. I never tire of exploring its textures, smells, tastes… clean or dirty. I get high on the acrid odor of a man’s armpits and delight in the delicate, grainy feel of his balls when I slide my tongue over them…. I also crave the saltiness of his sweat, or the sharp tanginess of a filthy cock. (I can always tell if a guy’s horny when I kiss him – the smooth, fresh taste of his saliva draws me in deep; when I close my eyes I lose myself – I imagine falling into a cool, dark well, restless to slake an impossible thirst….) 

Oh, and here’s a new fave flavor I’ve recently discovered: The subtle, sticky sweetness of a woman’s pussy when she’s just come…. 

Against the backdrop of Montreal, my native city and swingers’ Mecca, the posts that follow will give voice to my most intimate desires and experiences. They will reveal, in salacious detail, my insatiable appetite for sex, and expose the full scope of my perversity. 

However, if I cast off my veils in the style of Salome, one by one, and spread myself open like a midnight butterfly – if I yearn to lay myself bare before you – know that it is as much to seduce as it is to instruct you. Curious? Tempted? I invite you to read on. The last thing you aught to know about me: I’m no tease. One way or another, either in satisfying your lewd curiosity or in mirroring your own dissolute passions, I promise to get you off. 

Note: A version of this blog first appeared on Peeperz.You can also find it on Life on the Swingset.