Sheep turned wolf turned shepherd My story: how you know I’m not talking out of my ass. (extract)

This is the part of a book I always skip – the smug bio. Yet I cannot tell you the ultimate answer without taking you through a bit of my journey, so I will skip the boring bits and be sure to include lots of sex and useful advice for you.  Mercifully for you and I alike, this is far from the full story.
After a long overdue divorce from a monogamous marriage, I was set to explore my sexuality and tick off my fantasy bucket list. After dating a few guys (and a girl), I felt I’d like to try a threesome. It had always been an interest, and since I was a teenager, my favorite witty answer to t…

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Happy hunting, my ducklings xxx

I heard you're a player. Nice to meet you, I'm the coach. Picture Quote #1

This mega-chapter covers Alice Hunter‘s history on the swing scene, her own experiences with sex parties, playing unicorn and unicorn hunting back in the early days. That’s right, once I was a baby duckling, new to the swing scene and full of mistakes too. The journey of a single woman, dabbling with the notion of female empowerment through sex-positive living and libertine philosophy, there was a bumpy road from conventional thinking to seeing the swinger scene for what it really is: a game you can learn to win. And a wonderful subculture of contradictions, adventures and unlikely friendships.

Grab your tissues, this part is going to be both sad and steamy in equal measure.


  1. Hello,

    Fabulous blog. I have spend much of the afternoon lost in it when my mind should most definitely be elsewhere.

    I’m leaving a comment on this particular post because — despite all the others being wonderful — this one, the ‘smug bio’, seems to strike a particular chord. Maybe because it’s more about you, and about how you got to here, which thus means it’s arguably the post that is the most three-dimensional? I don’t know. Maybe I was just distracted by your own tales, but that seems so base. I wouldn’t like to commit to any one reason in a first comment. Early days, as it were. Thoughts sometimes need time to find their cause, meaning and soul I guess?

    You write wonderfully and are eminently quotable: “If our journey doesn’t change us we were never an explorer, merely a tourist” should arguably be a guide for life as a whole. Meanwhile: “There was no drama. It was a sensuous, primal experience one could be lost in for days, all thoughts of daily life, responsibilities, anxieties, anaesthetised by pleasure” brings me not only hidden internal smiles of both great times and even greater friends, but maybe a little melancholy. Or maybe that’s just me. I could go on, but then I’d be here all night as well as all afternoon.

    Anyway, keep writing.


  2. Well, I can’t really say that I’m familiar with unicorn hunting (maybe one or two in my time), more one of just a little exploration of self and close other(s). Not really tales or conversation for an open comment post on another’s blog though. But your words still struck a chord, and I think probably best summarised as being curious as to how people can be both facinating and perplexing – and human! – all at the same time 🙂