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EPISODE 01: THE NIGHTLIFE

The girl in Indigo’s arms was in a somnolent daze.

“Drink,” Hasdrubal said.

Indigo hesitated, but the girl was so warm: flush with arousal, her bare neck turned in explicit invitation. Every taunting heartbeat eroded Indigo’s resolve. Hasdrubal repeated his command, and this time Indigo obeyed.

* * * * *

Many nights earlier...

“I’m going out,” Ink shouted through the bathroom door, lipstick in hand. She’d picked up the nickname “Ink” in high school. Her real name was Indigo, picked by her mother in honor of the Indigo Girls. Ink had mixed feelings about both: the band and the name. “Coming with?”

Her roommate didn’t answer. Instead, Felicity squeezed into the cramped bathroom with Ink. Like the rest of their apartment, the single bathroom was tiny. Even with both of them pitching in, student loans only went so far, especially so close to campus. It was a little past eight at night, but Felicity’s hair was sleep tousled. She ran a hand through the tangled mess, yawning shamelessly, and said, “We’re like night and day,” nodding to the girls in the mirror.

“More like before and after,” Ink said, and Felicity chuckled once in agreement. Friends since high school, they could pass for sisters. Ink was a little taller, but both had black hair, worn long, and both had light eyes: Ink’s blue to Felicity’s hazel. At that moment, however, the puffy-eyed girl in Mickey Mouse pajamas looked like the morning after version of her vamped-up counterpart in her slinky black dress. “So, want to come?”

Felicity shook her head. “Can’t. Research paper. The suburbanization of mental health in urban environments.”

“I knew a girl once who said she was going to party every night when we got to the city,” Ink said. “Any idea what happened to her?”

Felicity snorted. “She died when her adviser started saying stuff like ‘academic probation.’ Now, quit hogging the bathroom.”

Before Ink could muster a protest, Felicity ushered her out into the hallway and closed the door, though before Ink got to the front door, Felicity poked her head out to call after her. “No bringing anyone home, okay? I really need to focus.”

Ink made no promises.

The Abyss was only five blocks from their apartment, three if she cut across the park, which she usually did. The nightclub had been a Catholic church in a previous life, but aside from the architecture and stained-glass windows, the trappings of faith had been abandoned in favor of a new pantheon of leather, latex, and chrome. Strobe lights and fog machines transformed the nave into a dancefloor populated by flash-frozen silhouettes.

The dancefloor was Ink’s destination, had been every weekend since she and Felicity discovered the place a few days into their first semester. Felicity made a game of mocking the place with silly names like “The Crow Club” or “New Goth City,” but for Ink, the The Abyss had a gravity unto itself, drawing her back again and again.

For the first eighteen years of her life, Ink lived with her mother in a small town that didn’t have much use for a girl hooked on Siouxsie Sioux, Robert Smith, Nick Cave, or the other pale ghosts she’d discovered in her mother’s CD collection. Ink had done her time: gotten good grades, gone to church, worn denim and flannel. That was over now. She and Felicity had escaped. College had gotten them to the city, but everything else the ghosts on those old CDs promised, Ink found in The Abyss.

The doormen never checked her ID anymore.

Moving lights and strobes illuminated the edges, leaving the heart of the dancefloor in relative darkness. The deeper Ink went, the less she could see, and tighter the press of bodies became. Ink didn’t care who she touched or who touched her, so long as there was contact and a rhythm. Anonymity was part of the allure: eighteen years of pretending stripped away beat by beat, until there was only the right there, right then, and she was just one more silhouette in the congregation of The Abyss.

Hands settled on her hips, drawing her back against someone, and Ink leaned into the other dancer, feeling their contours. His contours. A solid chest, agile hips that knew how to move. When she felt him harden, she focused on that, grinding as his hand began to wander, exploring the flat of her stomach. Her hands, weaving intricate patterns overhead, slipped backwards to run fingers through his hair. It was long, and she liked that. When his hands grazed her breasts, Ink rewarded his boldness by raking his scalp with her fingernails.

For the duration of a song, Ink and her unseen partner moved together in time with the music, each swaying motion charged with the tension between desire, daring, and the unknown. She and her stranger were both snake and the snake charmer, exchanging roles motion by motion, but then the song transitioned, and Ink pulled away. Maybe they’d find each other in the dark again, but the night was young, too early for entanglements, and Ink just wanted to dance.

She didn’t get far. Her abandoned partner grabbed her by the arm, pulling her around to face him. “You’re hurting me,” she shouted over the music as she tried in vain to wrench her arm free.

The stranger flashed her a Cheshire smile, the rest of his features flickering in and out with the flash of strobe lights. Dark hair, like hers. Eyes lost in the dark, just shadowy pools. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, his voice inexplicably clear despite the pounding bass.

“Let me go,” Ink demanded.

He didn’t. “You don’t just walk away from me.”

The stranger drew close, as if to kiss her, and Ink kneed him in the crotch as hard as she could. A jolt of pain shot up through her leg. It felt like she’d slammed her kneecap into a brick wall. The stranger didn’t go down, but he did let go, staggering a few steps back, getting tangled up in other dancers. Ink wasted no time, adrenaline drowning out the flaring protest from her knee. Over her shoulder, she could see the man searching for her. Their eyes met, and his cruel, Cheshire smile returned. He was enjoying this. For a moment, Ink stood frozen, transfixed amid a shifting tide of dancers oblivious to her peril; then the crowd closed between them, the spell was broken, and Ink ran.

The ladies’ room was uncharacteristically quiet when Ink ducked into it. Several stalls were closed, but the typically crowded sinks and mirrors were unattended. Ink leaned against a counter and examined her knee. A knot of discoloration was already forming there. It would be a nasty bruise by morning. This asshole wasn’t the first guy to get pushy on the dance floor, but something about him, about his smile, about the way he seemed to enjoy stalking her, he made her skin crawl. Why hadn’t he gone down? What the hell had she hit if not what she was aiming for? A woman’s throaty moan interrupted her train of thought.

“F...fuu...ck,” the unseen voice panted from within a closed stall. The stall door bucked, as someone pushed against it. Ink stifled an incredulous laugh and glanced towards the exit. She wasn’t about to go back out there. Not yet, anyway. She’d give it another ten or fifteen minutes in the hope that the creep would lose interest. Then she’d make a break for the front doors. “Oh, god... Oh, god, oh!” the moans continued. Beneath the stall door, Ink could see a pair of women’s legs, both sheathed in sheer nylon. She wasn’t into girls, that was Felicity’s thing, but the sounds coming from behind that door were making her pulse quicken. “Fuck... fuck.. fu.... I’m... cu,” the voice trailed off into the unintelligible language of climax.

A moment later, the door opened. Ink turned to face the mirrors, pretending to wash her hands as the pair of women emerged. Curious, she glanced up at their reflections as they passed. The first she recognized as one of the club’s shot girls. Brittany? Bethany, maybe? Ink couldn’t remember her name, but judging by the girl’s flush breathlessness, Ink pegged her as the voice.

The other woman was stunning. She wore a short, silver dress with a deeply plunging neckline. Straight blonde, shoulder-length hair framed pouty lips and powder pale, blue eyes... eyes that met Ink’s in the mirror. Blushing, Ink returned her gaze to the sink.

Seemingly oblivious, the shot girl stumbled her way back out into the club, the music briefly blaring as the bathroom door opened and then swung itself closed. The blonde in the silver dress took a place beside Ink at the counter. “Lovely weather we’re having. Wouldn’t you say?” she asked, casually, as she rinsed her hands.

Ink barked a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m Lavinia,” the woman said, reaching out and running a single finger down Ink’s arm. The touch drew Ink’s gaze back toward the reflection of those pale eyes. “I’ve seen you on the dance floor.” Lavinia’s finger glided back up Ink’s arm before drifting from Ink’s shoulder to crook beneath her chin. The woman’s eyes, her electric touch, her honeyed voice, even the perfection of her porcelain complexion, it was all... captivating. Ink’s pulse was racing. “Would you like to come dance with me?”

“What about that other girl?”

“The shot girl?” Lavinia asked, bemused. “I don’t even know her name. What’s yours?”

“Ink.”

“Ink,” Lavinia repeated, as if trying the word on for size. “That’s unusual. I like it. Come,” she said, taking Ink’s hand and turning for the door. The man with the Cheshire smile, the ache in her knee, the shot girl: these things were forgotten. There was only Lavinia. As the woman walked ahead of her, Ink marveled at her exposed back, the curve of her shoulder blades, the way her golden hair hung against them, her flawless skin. As if sensing her gaze, Lavinia glanced back over her shoulder, smiling knowingly.

Ink hardly noticed the bustle and noise of the crowd. Lavinia snaked seamlessly through the shifting tide of people, Ink clinging to her hand like a lifeline. They passed beneath the ring of flashing lights and plunged into the darkness together. There, in the midst of other twisting shadows, Ink’s guide turned on her.

Lavinia moved like quicksilver. She was fluid heat. Ink considered herself a good dancer, but Lavinia danced like a hungry succubus. Now and then, other dancers encroached, attempting to join or separate them. Each was denied. The driving music transitioned into a grinding drone and Lavinia entwined herself with ink, her thigh pressing between Ink’s. Ink’s nails raked down Lavinia’s naked back as her partner moved against her, teasing her with pressure and glancing touches. In the heat of the exchange, Lavinia took a fistful of Ink’s hair and pulled back, tipping Ink’s head upwards, exposing her neck. Her other hand snaked down between their bodies, finding its way under the hem of Ink’s skirt. Deft fingers caressed her as Lavinia pressed her mouth to Ink’s neck.

Ink’s moan of pleasure was lost amid the music. Ecstasy like nothing Ink had ever known drowned out everything else: the music, the people. Everything. Orgasmic heat spread like a flash fire across Ink’s skin. The pleasure seemed to go on and on. Ink was left dizzy and gasping, her head sinking to Lavinia’s shoulder. For a few moments, Lavinia danced slowly with Ink, gently caressing her hair and back until Ink’s knees began to buckle. As if anticipating this, Lavinia led her off of the dance floor and into a corner booth.

“Are you alright?” Lavinia asked as she settled Ink onto seat.

The concern in her voice drew Ink back from the recesses of her dizzy afterglow. “Yeah,” Ink said, smiling like a drunkard. It was half true. She was still breathless, but a strange sense of sweeping lethargy had swept over her. Her head was spinning.

“Wait here,” Lavinia said, “I’m going to get you a bottle of water. Okay?”

Ink nodded, sinking back into the cushioned seat, only half watching as Lavinia disappeared into the crowd. Ink was dripping with sweat and her hands were trembling. Slowly, her mind began to reconstruct in reverse the sequence of events that had led her here. The climax, the dance, the shot girl... Fingers dug painfully into the flesh of her arm. Startled but sluggish, Ink looked up into dark, malicious eyes and a Cheshire smile...

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A

A Circle of Two (1981)

Age of Constent (1969)

All the Right Noises (1971)

American Beauty (1999)

The Amy Fisher Story (1993)

An Awfully Big Adventure (1995)

An Education (2009)

Anita: Swedish Nymphet (1973)

Angela (1995)

A Real Young Girl (1976) 

B

Babydoll (1956)

Baby Love (1968)

The Babysitter (1995)

The Babysitters (2007)

Bambina (1974)

Beau Pere (1981)

The Best Offer (2013)

Blame it on Rio (1984)

Breezy (1973)

C

Carried Away (1996)

Claire’s Knee (1970)

The Crush (1993) 

D

Daydream Nation (2010)

Death Game (1977)

Down in the Valley (2005)

Dreamchild (1985)

E

Election (1999)

Elegy (2008)

Eugenie de Sade (1974)

Excess Baggage (1997)

F

Fish Tank (2010)

Freeway (1996)

G

Georgia Rule (2007)

Ghost World (2001)

Great Balls of Fire! (1989)

H

Hick (2011)

J

Jolene (2008)

K

Kitten With A Whip (1964)

L

Laura (1979) 

Lebirinto A Magia do Tempo Labyrinth (1986)

Leon The Professioinal (1994)

Lili (1953)

Little Sweetheart (1989)

Lola/ Twinky (1970)

Lolita (1962)

Lolita (1997)

The Lover (1992)

Lost in Translation (2003)

M

Marie Poipeéé (1976)

Molly Maxwell (2013)

Mini’s First Time (2006)

Mumsy, Nanny, Sonny and Girly (1970)

My Father the Hero (1994)

My First Mister (2001)

My Little Princess (2011)

N

The Night of Iguana (1964)

Noce blanche (1989)

O

The Oranges (2011)

P

Piccole labbra (1978)

Poison Ivy (1992)

Poison Ivy II (1996)

Pretty Baby (1978)

Pretty Maids All in a Row (1971)

Pretty Poison (1968)

R

The Requiem for a Vampire / Vierges et vampires (1971)

Ripe (1996)

S

Schoolgirl Hitchhikers (1973)

Shopgirl (2005)

Secretary (2011)

Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Sleeping Beauty (2011)

Suburban Girl (2007)

Slums of Beverly Hills (1998)

Stealing Beauty (1996)

Stoker (2013)

Snow Cake (2006)

T

Taxi Driver (1976)

Tideland (2005)

V/W

Venus (2006)

Weekend with the Babysitter (1970)

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36 fillette (1988)

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8 Things you need to know about swinging in India

Cheating has been given the new dimension of being acceptable if it is with consent. The culture of swapping wives for pleasure has taken the country, much against it’s belief of marriage being sacred and physical intimacy to take place between married couples only. No matter what your beliefs on the subject, wife swapping has been prevalent in the conventional country of India, and much to one’s surprise, it is even gaining popularity. And no, it is not just the game of rich and elite – people from all walks of life are participating in wife swapping – between known couples and unknown willing strangers.

Is swinging spicing up love and passion between couples, married or otherwise? Well, the answer is a big yes. Swinging is that little dirty secret that is coming out of the closet in India with couples exploring options to spice up their sex life. And the real reason for swinging has been beautifully summed up here. In Europe, swingers are ushering a sexual revolution and couples are looking for exciting avenues to derive heightened sexual pleasures, while in the ‘Land of the Kamasutra’, the ‘new’ trend is being accepted with open arms, practised openly.

What is ‘wife swapping’?

Wife swapping, or swinging, is the exchange of wives between two couples, consensually, to engage in sexual pleasures. Some people like to swap between known couples, while some prefer swinging with complete strangers.

The later is the more preferred way, since the former is believed to burden the parties involved with feelings like guilt. Though the concept of exchanging wives for sexual pleasures was unfathomable till a few years ago, the Indian community is warming up to the idea. Swinging, as it is commonly referred to, appeals to couples who try to break away from a monotonous married life and are looking outside the marriage for fulfilling their sexual desires and fantasies without any guilt trips. Both partners in the matrimony are expected to know about what is happening, and accept each other as if nothing as happened.

How common is it to swap wives in India?

Thanks to the Internet and smartphones, what was first talked about in hushed tones now find its way via evocative texts, pictures and lot more. A few decades ago, wife swapping was like a secret underground trend. Not anymore. Swinging is a trend of cheating but with consent. Indian couples are warming up to this idea of enjoying sexual escapades guilt-free. In India, though hushed, wife swapping is a common affair. And if you thought the swinging culture is only a high-end metro city affair, you are wrong. Wife swapping has its roots in small towns, within the low socio-economic groups too.

Sex is a sin no more

The new-age couple is all pepped up, open, liberal and most importantly globetrotters. For them, having sex with just one partner sounds like a no-fun proposal. The new matrimonial bliss formula these days is to build open relationships, allowing complete freedom and transparency. Wife swapping earlier meant inviting ‘raised eyebrow’ but now it’s a considered to be a sign of a modern mind-set. People willingly engage themselves in such parties that encourage sleeping with wives of other men and enjoy the experience.

Not to forget that this arrangement does not always have a happy ending – sometimes partners develop intense, intimate feelings for their swing partners and sometimes they are unable to cope with their guilt or the thought of their partner being with someone else. Obviously, it is always too late to act on such situations.

How can you meet couples who are ready for swinging?

Have you got an invitation for a party in a private house, farmhouse, elite club or a mini vacation to an exotic location? If you have and are in a mood to swing, then don’t ignore such invitations. A whole new world of adventure under the sheets is waiting to be explored. So how do you get invited to such parties? You need to get started online, as there are many websites where you can register and get started.

Here is how swinging works

Selected couples get invited to such parties

You get enrolled into a group or club with a membership fee

A background check is done before giving the approval

Special lunches for husbands are hosted to lay down the rules of the games

Wives have a separate gathering where they are initiated into this game

The party venue is disclosed two days before the event

Related reading: This is the reason why couples are getting into swinging for sex

How do wife swapping parties work?

The swinging parties are governed by some rules. You are not allowed to carry cell phones and cameras and a background check is done. This is to ensure confidentiality. A health checkup is always done to avoid the risk of HIV and STDs. Most swinging party organisers meet the husbands and wives separately to explain the rules. During the party, men either pick up the heels of the women who are there, or women pick up car keys. Accordingly, the owner of the heels is swapped with the wife of the man for a whole night of casual, sexual fun.

Wife swapping id not illegal in India: Believe it or not, wife swapping is not termed as illegal in India. Our laws do not validate it as illegal, as this act is performed with mutual consent between all parties involved

Beware, swinging is addictive too: In India, talking about sex is still considered taboo. When couples finally get to live up to their desires and fantasies via swinging, they get addicted to it. All of a sudden, sexual desires repressed over the years get an outlet that offers much needed respite. But sometimes it can be addictive in nature and can take a toll on a couple’s marriage and children

There are swinger clubs in metros and cities: For the uninitiated, there are swingers clubs spread across the country. The trick is to find them and connect with them. Try searching for them online to get some leads. Or reach out to someone you know who has been a part of these swinging clubs. This can be the starting point

All sex and not love: Don’t look for romance with swingers. It is a pure sexual relationship where partners keep all other emotions aside. No attachment, it’s all about sex so don’t feel guilty for committing a sin. Emotional attachment can ruin your married life

Swinging in India thrived before the Internet came: Yes, back then when there were no computers or the Internet, couples did swing. Some trace this trend way back to the 1970s, where couples explored swinging a few months into their marriage

Married for fun: You can stay married and now walk apart due to sexual incompatibility. Swinging allows couples to stay ‘happily’ married for real. In fact, couples get a chance to revive their relationship from being dull and boring to refreshing. The boredom gives way to excitement

Get tested before the game: With AIDS and HIV on the rise, swinging clubs ensure that every member undergoes a medical test to ensure that no one is infected. This is to safeguard health concerns of all the members and avoid threat of STDs and other highly communicable infections

Know the fake from real: There are many fake couple profiles on swinging websites. Before you fall into the trap, cross check the credentials before extending a swinging night out. Try meeting out in person and only then go ahead

Related reading: 7 things to remember before starting the swapping lifestyle

Why do some people enjoy wife swapping?

It may sound strange that people enjoy their spouses having sex with other people outside the marriage, but it is true. The reasons why wife swapping is accepted as a lifestyle have been summed below:

It gives men and women a chance to have a liberated and open sex life, where they feel that love and sex are different. Since they are clear why they are swapping partners, there are no resentments

To satisfy their sexual desires outside the marriage

Some men and women are turned on when they watch their significant other having sex with a third person. They feel aroused and hot with desire and satisfaction. This can be one major reason to participate in wife swapping culture

Some couples believe that swinging will get the spark back in their sex lives

Adult swinging gives partners a chance to cheat without feeling guilty, since both the partners are on the same page

Either one partner or both the partners are polyamorous

Implications of wife swapping for fun

Swinging has taken the urban India by storm, and in a country that believes in the sanctity of the institution of marriage and swears chastity, it also comes as a surprise. However. for some this casual fun becomes an addiction and they expose themselves to many vulnerabilities – both mental and physical. These episodes can have serious implications on a couple’s marriage and affect the family, most likely the children. Sometimes, swapping results in emotional connections that involve a lot of pain and hurt. To have a successful relationship while swinging requires a great stability in the relationship and great amounts of trust.

Swinging works only if a couple is very stable in their relationship and have very liberated minds. It may not be easy for an average person to see their partner getting all aroused and climaxed by someone else, more so if he or she has not been able to do so. Couples who are instable and unsure of their relationship should not try swinging as it will likely ruin the marriage.

Sexual infidelity is no stranger to a marriage, whether you like it or you do not. While many couples have their names on every wife swapping party today, some withdraw after an episode or two.

To swing or not to swing

If having sex with one person all your life is dull or boring, and definitely not your cup of tea, then swinging is for you. It offers a venue to explore intimacy, passion and desires on a different level altogether. Instead of cheating clandestinely, swinging offers a platform to be partners in a crime that only offers sexual bliss. Some might argue this is not in our culture, but what’s the harm in having some fun?

Swinging is here to stay. Like it, hate it or love it – take it in your stride. For those who are happy with their partner, let porn be their source of excitement.

Else swing it baby, shake that booty now.

Yes he will love it..