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  • A Good Day for Annabelle (Part 2)

    Annabelle, naked, stays on the bed a few more moments.

    That was a very hard cum.

    She had been face fucking Hannah for a while, and after several edges … touchdown Giants!

    Annabelle finally climbs down. She catches her breath and seems to notice me for the first time in a while.

    I’m sitting in our bedroom voyeur chair.

    “You must like pussy smothering, too,” she says. “Hannah sure knows how to service and breathe at the same time. And for such a long time.”

    I say, “I do like it, of course. And I’ve trained my wife to take my snatch in her face for as long as needed.”

    Annabelle winks at me.

    She opens her canvas bag and takes out a girl cock.

    While slipping it on, she tells me a deliciously scandalous story about a slut we know named Elena.

    Then she sits down on the edge of the bed and looks over her shoulder at Hannah, who’s still lying naked on the bed.

    Annabelle says …

    “Floor.”

    Hannah quickly scurries down and kneels before Annabelle.

    Annabelle runs fingers over her girl cock, then leans back bracing herself with palms on the mattress.

    “Looks like no rest for your mouth,” she says.

    My wife bends forward.

    Sucks cock.

    And about 20 minutes later is having her pussy wrecked by said aforementioned cock.

    After … it should go without saying … having her ass whipped by a lash Annabelle had tucked away in her goodies bag.

  • A Word of Warning

    “What did you tell her?” I ask.

    “I told her I couldn’t,” my friend Martha tells me.

    We’re having lunch at our second favorite cafe, discussing Martha’s appointment last night with Mistress Kaylish.

    “What did the evil redhead say then?”

    Martha shakes her head. “Nothing. She just nodded at Yoshiko — who dragged me by my hair back to my bedroom and beat me with that whip of hers.”

    Yoshiko is Mistress Kaylish’s sex slave assistant. An evil Japanese pile of crab shit who enforces discipline for her owner.

    “And …”

    I’m gonna egg her on until I get the whole story.

    Her voice is more subdued now.

    “Vera. If you see them again … Vera, she’ll do you, too.”

    “I have an appointment with her next week,” I say.

    Kind of off point, she says, “I couldn’t do it the way you do. At a hotel.”

    Martha meets and serves the mistress in a hidey-hole she has in the Bronx. I always reserve a motel room.

    I shrug.

    She suddenly shudders.

    “Awful,” she says. “Just awful. The only thing good about it was that it was so damn humiliating.”

    She’s back to smiling. Says …

    “And you know how much I like that.”

    Last night …

    Under Mistress Kaylish’s direction …

    Yoshiko fisted Martha.

    Anally.

    Her voice is subdued again.

    “I’m warning you, Vera. She’ll do you, too.”

    I pat her arm and say …

    “Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play.”

    We laugh and get started on the real reason for meeting here.

    To bad mouth our friends.

  • Lillian’s Lesson (Part 2)

    In Aunt Lillian’s defense, it’s hard to be yourself when you’re routinely getting your brains fucked out by a hung, always-hard stud.

    Especially one almost 50 years younger than you.

    Not that she really needs a defense.

    Lesbian sex is only shameful when you want it to be. (Ahh, shameful sex. I could use some o’ that right now. Where’s Bunbun?)

    But before the first time Tyler got her panties around her ankles, Lillian was a proper Old Money dowager, in whose social class lesbian sex is frowned upon or, at best, giggled at.

    But then came the day Tyler said he’d so love to see Lillian fuck his old girlfriend.

    Would so love it. Would so appreciate it. For me? Please. Don’t you love me? Don’t you want to make me happy?

    “I make you cum so hard so often. You won’t do this one thing for me?”

    You know how it goes.

    And when I say “old girlfriend” I don’t mean just an ex — she was nearly Aunt Lillian’s age.

    Tyler the grandmotherfucker. That bowel movement of a human being was regular, if nothing else.

    After much weeping alone and more Tyler guilt tripping …

    She said yes.

    And fucked Agnes. Or most likely let Agnes fuck her.

    Several times.

    For Tyler.

    Agnes eventually remembered why she hated Tyler so much and broke it off.

    But for a while, my traditionalistic, old-line aunt ate some pussy and partook of all the other awful awful awfully fuckintastic joys of girl on girl.

    When she told me the story last month, I asked her how she felt about her romp in the sheets with Agnes.

    “It felt disgusting back then,” she said.

    And now, I asked. How’s it feel looking back?

    She said …

    “Erotic.”

    And giggled.

  • Hmmm …

    There’s a very interesting Wikipedia entry about how “Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo” is a grammatically correct sentence in English

    Read it here

  • Our Competitive Spirits

  • Lillian’s Lesson (Part 1)

    My Aunt Lillian.

    Poor Lillian.

    She’s my Uncle Bertrand’s wife, younger than his first but still just past 70.

    The family loves her, much more than we did his first wife — the aptly named The Unnameable. Lillian is smart and kind, a rare combination in my experience.

    But …

    Poor Aunt Lillian.

    She wasn’t so smart when she started letting her hormones drive the jalopy. She wanted some sex. Hot sex. Screaming loudly sex.

    Some “A hung young lover who makes you beg before he’ll complete your cum” sex.

    Ol’ Uncle Bertrand, in his mid-80s, couldn’t get it done.

    Or even up.

    Enter Tyler.

    Twentysomething.

    A schemer. A charmer. A conniver.

    I ain’t saying he’s a gold digger, but he’d rather have a yacht than an outrigger.

    (That’s as close as I’m getting to that song’s real lyrics,)

    Most of all, Tyler is a motherfucker.

    And I don’t mean a jerk, which he is that, too.

    He’s a motherfucker in the literal sense. He fucks mothers.

    Loves to fuck mothers. Way turned on by much older women.

    A motherfucker come to life.

    But that’s not even exactly true.

    Tyler is a …

    Grandmotherfucker.

    Aged, flawed bodies excite him. So does the sexual desperation of women that old.

    And the fact they usually have oodles of disposal cash.

    So Aunt Lillian caught Tyler’s eye.

    Sent his heart a-thumpin’

    His dick a-throbbin’

    His dream Lamborghini an-orderin’

    Fuck. The things he did to that lovely woman.

    Or made her do for his amusement.

    The perv.

    I got all the details. All the receipts, so to speak.

    I’ll be sharing them.

  • Time to Tell

    Her name is Alessandra.

    She’s a banking attorney representing a firm my nonprofit does business with.

    I met her in person for the first time in June of ‘24 during my most recent Zurich trip.

    We really hit it off. So much so that we borrowed a basement room in a specialty nightclub for a few hours.

    Can’t wait to see Alessandra again

    I rudely and awfully put some grievous affliction to her tits as she blurted out terrible secrets the bank was forcing her to keep.

    Weeks later, I received an actual postal letter from her thanking me. She said it was a cathartic evening that flushed sins from her soul.

    She told me she was coming to New York before the end of ‘25 and would like to see me.

    Her pussy, she said, needed to confess.

  • The Cows Cum Home (I really apologize for that title, it was uncalled for)

    Feminized former men sometimes need to be milked.

    In case you don’t know, milking is when you edge a FFM’s clitty causing her to spew without a cum. It takes a deft hand and an instinctive feel for the contours of the edge.

    When I milk Hannah, I like to do it on the French balcony off the master bedroom of our country home in Sands Point.

    It seems awfully frustrating to me, but feminized wives and girlfriends want it. Sometimes desperately so.

    It’s not something to take lightly, especially when you have a chaste wife. With Hannah, I absolutely firmly completely not-fucking-around FORBID any cums.

    In our marriage, my pussy matters most. In fact, my pussy is the only pussy that matters at all.

    But I love my Bunbun, so I allow her to request a milking now and then.

    It’s not a cum. So she remains chaste.

    In our New York townhouse, Hannah contemplates requesting a milking. She wants one terribly bad, but knows it’s a dangerous ask

    But I let her ask only if she doesn’t abuse the privilege. If she asks too often, I correct her.

    Correct her clitty, natch.

    With my cane, of course.

    And without my heart, needless to say.

  • Good Girls

    by 5 Seconds of Summer, lightly altered

    She’s a good girl, she’s daddy’s favorite 
    He saved for Harvard (he knows she’ll make it) 
    She’s good at school, she’s never truant 
    She can speak French (I think she’s fluent)

    ‘Cause every night she studies hard in her room 
    (At least that’s what her parents assume) 
    But she sneaks out the window to meet with her girlfriend
    Here’s what she told me the time that I caught ’em

    She said to me, “Forget what you thought 
    ‘Cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught 
    So just turn around and forget what you saw 
    ‘Cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught”

    Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh 
    Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught 
    Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh 
    Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught

    Mistress Kaylish and her lesbian sex slave Yoshiko might be a couple of good girls while on vacation, but let them get you in a low-lighted room with your clothes off and they’ll make your pussy weep

    Well, she’s a good girl, a straight A-student 
    She’s really into all that self-improvement 
    (I swear she lives in that library) ooh-ooh 
    But if you ask her, she’ll say, “That’s where you’ll find me”

    There’s a different kind of train these two carnivores like that involves three or four of their friends, strap-on dildos and an older woman’s virgin asshole

    But if you look, then you won’t find her there 
    She may be clever, but she just acts too square 
    ‘Cause in the back of the room where nobody looks (nobody looks) 
    She’ll be with her girlfriend (she’s not reading books)

    She said to me, “Forget what you thought 
    ‘Cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught 
    So just turn around and forget what you saw 
    ‘Cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught”

  • I Call the Road My Own

    Hannah and me nowadays, and Theo and me back when

    Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

    — Emily Dickinson