Le Trapeze

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

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

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

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

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. But I don’t need other people to have fun with Jen.

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

Google Analytics tells me what you read, where you come from, and where you go when you leave. The results are revealing — and, honestly, a little flattering.

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.

Rules are less important than communication — before, during, and after. And caution on a first visit will be repaid with a much better second one.