Rashomon
Mara describes her experience of Le Trapeze. And my cock. And Jen. And Jack. And Jack’s girlfriend.
Read moreShe’s maddeningly non-committal. Making plans is impossible. But she tantalizes me. Lying in her bad, in black briefs, her hand[…]
Read moreI’ve previously asked about how you like to be fingered, about how you like your breasts handled. Today, I’m wondering….[…]
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[…]
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