Swayers....... Probably people who've had too many shots !!.... or may be vanilla people on the edge of the pool who are not sure whether to jump into to the pool (or orgy) LOL................................ :bash: Oh I love TTR..........:liebe011:
A swayer is somebody that likes to party and have a good time but stops just short of swinging. Or they are pushing their limits and possibly thinking about swinging.
I felt stupid asking what vanilla people were LOL I thought it was reference to white people...LOL great people on here explained..
In the context the way it is used on this site, a swayer is a couple the doesn't swing, but does get a little wild. Typically there is heavy flirting, kissing and touching, but it doesn't makes it's way back to the bedroom with the other partners. I did look the term up on the urban dictionary though, and the one definition is different, but defiantly funny: 1. A white girl with a pancake butt who, while attempting to grind/get freaky with a guy, is unsuccessful and instead creates a side to side motion that does not create any pleasure for either partner. In fact, swayers can be known to cause seasickness and extreme boredom. "Man, that danced sucked! Every girl I danced with was a swayer!"
A friend of ours coined a new term when asked once... She says when on vacation it's called FLINGERS! I like that term.... It implies a bit of fun rather than possibly tipping over. JA
Does anyone know this couple, perhaps your neighbours? They own a silver 2000 Toyota Camry, keep it shined up, maybe upgrade the stereo or rims to make that familiar, reliable car feel fresh again for a while. Then one day, sitting at home surfing the web, they get curious when one of them clicks on AutoSwap.com. "Oh honey, look at all these sexy sports cars! Maybe we should go try one out." They both take a shot of Fireball for courage then off to Midnite Used Auto they go, knuckles gripping the steering wheel of their beloved Camry in nervous anticipation. Within two minutes of stepping onto the lot they are shaking hands with the couple who own the place, chatting it up as if they'd known each other for years. Succumbing to the smooth, practiced sales pitch without a clue, fifteen minutes later they are handed the keys to a bright red, 450HP Corvette convertible. In they get, sinking into the snug leather seats, her hand brushing against the gearshift knob, his hands caressing the curves of the steering wheel. He turns the key, the engine fires up with a roar, and her eyes pop open. "Oh god, I've never felt anything this exciting since..... well, since our honeymoon!" The test drive goes by at warp speed and if not for a brief stop to take a few photos and swap seats they would only have faltering memories of it years later. "Oh baby, every press of the throttle makes this thing just scream! Should we buy it?" "OMG, I know we both want to but it just doesn't seem like us, it's not practical and it'll cost a fortune to maintain." They pull into the dealership at a crawl, hair a mess, both sweating and drained from the excitement. With trembling hands reluctantly the keys are given back. With one last wistful look at the topless red beauty they settle back into their faithful Camry and drive, risking the usual 3mph over the speed limit, back to the comforts of suburbia. "Honey, was that as good for you as it was for me?" "I'm not really sure what the hell just happened but you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that. Let's come back and do it again next year, you pick the ride." "Step on it, we need to get home..... now."
