Aug 272013
 

I was talking the other day with a good friend. She’s not submissive. She likes to be bossed around, told what to do. But she likes to say “no” as much as she likes to say “yes,” and she doesn’t get any particular pleasure out of the act of submission. I think, on the other […]

Jun 122013
 
Thank you

for wearing that dress. The way the waist is cinched tight. The way it flares down, over your ass. The way it ends, abruptly, mid-thigh. It makes me want – no, need – to press my hand up between your legs, against your panties. To feel how hot your cunt is, to feel how moist […]

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Apr 102013
 

Yeah, so…. I want to fuck you. That’s pretty much where I am right now. Wanting to fuck you. In a bed, against a wall, over a table. I want to fuck you.

Mar 142013
 
One short of a baker’s dozen, her version (part 2)

I told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m surprised at how visible the club is.  I always assumed these places were hidden behind secret doors in bars, in basements, but here it is right on the street.  I’m holding N.’s hand as he […]

Mar 132013
 
One short of a baker’s dozen, her version (part 1)

I wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which she learns where we’re headed…. N. asked me to meet him at a new bar for our date. I arrived wearing the outfit he requested: leggings, tank top, v-neck sweater and leather ankle boots.  I […]

Mar 122013
 
Playing hookie

I apologize for delegating the reporting on this tryst – this delicious, cock-draining, tryst – to V. But she documented it really well, and I – well, I just let too much time pass since then to be able to do it justice by writing about it now. So, without further ado, a morning fuck […]

Mar 092013
 
“Check her out!”

The bar was crowded. Filled with 20- and 30-something hipsters. I was definitely old for the place. Véronique sat at the far end of the bar, near the door, sipping her drink, alone. I sat ten or so patrons down, sipping mine. Two 30-something guys were talking behind me. I wasn’t paying attention. I was […]