Blindfolds

(My parts 1 and 2; V’s parts 1 and 2) So there she lay, legs spread wide, in her striped dress, her panties still on, thigh-highs still on, blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back. I tugged her panties off…

Her part 1 is here. My version of part 2 is here. This here is her part 2. They’re pretty similar, right? But it’s always fun to see the differences. He opened the passenger door, pushed his mouth against me…

1. On your knees. 2. On my back. 3. On your back. 4. On your stomach. 5. Kneeling above me, your pussy in my face. 6. Outside. 7. Inside. 8. In a plane. 9. Your eyes on my eyes. 10.…

As I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car. We drove, in the rain. She touched herself, her fingers in the lacy white panties I had selected, as I drove. “It’s not…

Before you hear from either Véronique or me about the rest of the evening that began like this, I thought I’d post the e-mail V sent me between when I dropped her off, and when I got home, all of…

Véronique went first. So before I say a word, let me observe a couple of moments from the evening that I began describing here, and that she began describing here, that she omitted, whether because they weren’t significant to her,…

In my New Year’s Resolution post a year ago, and again yesterday, I mentioned “high-concept swinging” as a goal. A couple of readers asked just what I meant by that. Sorry – I was talking to myself when I wrote…

She’s maddeningly non-committal. Making plans is impossible. But she tantalizes me. Lying in her bad, in black briefs, her hand lifting the elastic, reaching down to her pussy. Standing, her gorgeous, round ass facing me, in a pink g-string, topless,…

I’ve previously asked about how you like to be fingered, about how you like your breasts handled. Today, I’m wondering…. When I’m going down on you, what would you like? Would you like to be blindfolded? Restrained? Just your hands?…

We went on a date once.  It was before the blog, but after the invention of the “Nick” for whom “N” stands. We liked one another, but, for various reasons, it wasn’t meant to be. And then, two weeks ago,…