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 moreWe met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise,[…]
Read moreWe walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our[…]
Read moreWe boarded, with twelve other couples, at 9 pm. We all were dressed in white, head to toe, at the[…]
Read moreT and I were debriefing about last night. We had a debauched time on a boat in New York harbor,[…]
Read moreWe walked down the Chelsea block, curious about just where this party was going to be, just what the cryptically[…]
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