Truth and memory at a sex party (Stag at a sex party, part 2)
I pulled my boxers on, leaped over the ottoman between Bill and Ginny and the bed, walked past Ofri and[…]
Read moreI pulled my boxers on, leaped over the ottoman between Bill and Ginny and the bed, walked past Ofri and[…]
Read moreSome years ago, before I had ever had sanctioned sex outside our marriage, I visited The F Club in London.[…]
Read moreI told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m[…]
Read moreI wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which[…]
Read moreVeronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.
Read moreContinuation of this post, featuring Jen and Mara. So back we went – we picked up our clothes and shuffled[…]
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 moreLe Trapeze is skeezy. It is. It’s dark, it’s a place where lots of people fuck, and the only thing[…]
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