I know, the title sounds strange — but it’s not a mistake. One night in Gran Canaria, at a party, that’s exactly what hit me.
Let me tell you what got into me that evening.
After the usual getting ready, we went down to our favorite spot. People were already gathering — a mix of ages and vibes — though, as always, not nearly enough single guys for my taste.
It wasn’t too crowded, but there were enough of us that this time I actually had a few options among the single men.
We got our drinks, and I started scoping out the room — just like I always do.
Time went by, and I started thinking there might not be any sex that night. Then I noticed someone blindfolded, strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross, being “pleasured.”
Out of two couples, one girl took the submissive role. They even let another couple join in, but honestly, it didn’t go much beyond some light touching.
That’s when I realized the whole thing was starting to piss me off.
Sure, it looked good, and the girl was cute too, but nothing real was happening — just a bit of kissing, some nipple licking, and lazy fondling.
Still, everyone was watching them, almost admiring them, and of course, they were loving all that attention.
Then I spotted two single guys — sometimes watching the show, sometimes watching me.
I turned to Csanád and said, “You know what? I’m getting bored. That girl’s not even doing anything, and everyone’s acting like she’s the star of the night.”
Call it instinct, ego, or whatever — but right then I decided: screw this, I’m stealing the show.
Otherwise, what’s the point of being known as “Timi, the girl who’s into single guys”?
Csanád said he was heading to the bathroom and told me to decide what I wanted to do.
Didn’t take me long — I walked up to one of the guys and asked if he wanted to fuck. He loved the idea, and we got straight to it.
The sight and the sounds drew in the second guy I’d already been checking out earlier, and he joined in too.
After that, more single guys started coming over — some I let join, some I didn’t — but the point was clear: the attention was now on me, where real action was happening, not just that lame teasing.
By the time Csanád came back, I was already busy with two guys.
I can’t even explain why that feeling took over me. Maybe because the earlier “show” felt so weak — all for show, no real passion.
Or maybe I just wanted to remind everyone what swinging is actually about — at least the way I do it.
I don’t usually act like that, or even feel that way. But it happened.
I can’t say I’m proud of it, but it did what it was supposed to.
And so did I — satisfied, in every sense of the word.