Le Trapeze

Mara describes her experience of Le Trapeze. And my cock. And Jen. And Jack. And Jack’s girlfriend.

Continuation of this post, featuring Jen and Mara. So back we went – we picked up our clothes and shuffled out of the dark little room in which we’d begun fucking and sucking and licking one another. Mara apologized to…

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

This post finishes the tale begun, by text, here. And then, with drinks and some play here. And then, the group play began here…. “Let’s go downstairs and see what’s going on there,” I said. Jen looked momentarily puzzled. My…

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

Le Trapeze is skeezy. It is. It’s dark, it’s a place where lots of people fuck, and the only thing keeping people out of the place is the $110/couple entrance fee. I’ve been there a few times (five or six,…

Me: May I direct your dressing just a bit? Jen: Yes:) Jen: Since you asked like a gentleman 😉 Me: To begin with, may I see three pairs of boy shorts among which I might choose? Me: (picture or description)…

So my friend Liza is winding up her blog, and in (one of) her last post(s), she went all statistical, sharing some tidbits from Google Analytics about her blog, and her readers’ surfing habits. I was intrigued – not so…

When I wrote this discussion of a GQ profile of Deen, we didn’t know him to be a rapist. Or at least, a poor handler of a rape accusation.

Advice on sex clubs. As in, what would the etiquette be, would it be wise to establish ground rules with your partner before going, (like ‘i don’t want to share you but i’m ok with others watching us’ type thing)…