A short dress, a dark bar, a sex party, and three marathon sessions between her thighs.

I almost never cum before I mean to. Almost.

The second time with Jen, I didn’t make the same mistake. I was in perfect control.

Jen and I plan a date, and she submits to my requests — enthusiastically, if not immediately.

Le Trapeze is skeezy. But I don’t need other people to have fun with Jen.

Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.

Jen begged me to fuck her. Well, sort of begged. I was feeling generous.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

I could use a little help — with both inspiration and orgasms.

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.