Le Trapeze is closing. I’ll miss it….
I first wrote about New York’s oldest sex club over three years ago, and I’ve returned maybe a dozen times, maybe more, since my first visit. In the time since my first visit, the club hasn’t changed at all, but I have, quite a bit. When I first went, my mind was filled with fantasies […]
1. Shit. I forgot my wallet. No credit cards. No ID. No cash. V has to pay for everything. Not very dom-ly. 2. Her text was right. This bar sucks. Her thigh-highs are way too sexy for this place. I should really pinch a nipple of hers. There. That’s better. 3. That’s funny: when I […]
“Please cover lower torso at food bar.” Sorry, but ew.
V and I sometimes trade gifs – you know, those little animated pictures that show one moment of sexual bliss, looping endlessly. The other day, I sent her this one: To which she replied, “(You don’t hit me hard enough spanking, there’s no way I see you using a belt on me 😉 But yes […]
Mara describes her experience of Le Trapeze. And my cock. And Jen. And Jack. And Jack’s girlfriend.
Continuation of this post, featuring Jen and Mara. So back we went – we picked up our clothes and shuffled out of the dark little room in which we’d begun fucking and sucking and licking one another. Mara apologized to me: “I felt sort of bad, fucking him before we’ve even fucked – it’s sort […]
I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.