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.
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I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.
Read moreTwo women about whom I’ve written would meet one another at a sexuality workshop and figure out that they have[…]
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 more“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt,[…]
Read moreWe walked out of the timeless space of the strip club, into the busy streets. Fifteen blocks later, we arrived[…]
Read moreThis is part two of the tale I began here (oral at a sex party). She touched herself in the soft[…]
Read moreYou stood at the appointed spot, dressed as directed. I was consumed with other matters – couldn’t suitably appreciate your[…]
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