Something familiar, part 1
I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.
Read moreI find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.
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 moreI haven’t addressed this burning question. A while back, the Breeder did. He hates 69ing. And it got me to[…]
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 moreIn her words…. i was so excited for this date i love the elaborate construct “arrive here and wait for[…]
Read moreWe met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise,[…]
Read moreThis is the kind of question I have wet dreams about being asked. But asked it I was. I gave[…]
Read moreLast week, I wrote about my most memorable sexual experience, and I dissected nearly every aspect of it, trying to[…]
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