Something familiar, part 1
I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.
Read moreI find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.
Read moreThis post finishes the tale begun, by text, here. And then, with drinks and some play here. And then, the[…]
Read moreMara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.
Read moreLe Trapeze is skeezy. It is. It’s dark, it’s a place where lots of people fuck, and the only thing[…]
Read moreMe: May I direct your dressing just a bit? Jen: Yes:) Jen: Since you asked like a gentleman 😉 Me:[…]
Read moreSo my friend Liza is winding up her blog, and in (one of) her last post(s), she went all statistical,[…]
Read moreWhen I wrote this discussion of a GQ profile of Deen, we didn’t know him to be a rapist. Or at least, a poor handler of a rape accusation.
Read moreAdvice on sex clubs. As in, what would the etiquette be, would it be wise to establish ground rules with[…]
Read moreA couple of weeks ago, I posted about a recent trip to Le Trapeze. Today, in the comments to that[…]
Read moreI’ve never been a fan of the quickie. I don’t know that I ever actually had a quickie before this.[…]
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