Category: Memory or fantasy?
Is there a difference?
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 moreThings I never thought would happen
Two women about whom I’ve written would meet one another at a sexuality workshop and figure out that they have[…]
Read moreA night at Le Trapeze (part 3)
This post finishes the tale begun, by text, here. And then, with drinks and some play here. And then, the[…]
Read moreA night at Le Trapeze (part 2)
Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.
Read moreA night at Le Trapeze (part 1)
Le Trapeze is skeezy. It is. It’s dark, it’s a place where lots of people fuck, and the only thing[…]
Read moreReluctant submission
Me: May I direct your dressing just a bit? Jen: Yes:) Jen: Since you asked like a gentleman 😉 Me:[…]
Read moreAnd the next time…
“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt,[…]
Read moreThis is what you did for me #2 (part 2)
We walked out of the timeless space of the strip club, into the busy streets. Fifteen blocks later, we arrived[…]
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