Not The One

This one covered a few of my Kaaren's favorite things.

Kaaren had a real love of worshiping my feet. It wasn’t something that I enjoyed at first but I grew to love it as I indulged him.

It also covers his love of the “magic bench” type of fantasy that he shared with his friend and fellow blogger Dee Mentia. He often told me that he wished that there was real magic in the world.

I wish there was too.

Mrs K

Rewarded

This is a true story.

My Sweetheart didn’t get this treatment very often but I did love to see “her” face when “she” did!

He asked me to write on his blog often and it was fun with him kneeling and keeping me entertained while I wrote.

I wish he was here now while I write this 

Mrs K

Home Soon

Kaaren didn’t have much of a family growing up.

A distant mother and an abusive father. One brother who died in his teens.

I’m sure that my Sweetheart dreamed of having a family like this, people who would have cared about him.

He grew up to be so different from his parents that I still find it hard to believe.

He was so nice and loving and warm. Nothing like the people who raised him.

Now I’ve made myself cry again. 

I wish you could have known him as I did.

Mrs K

Monday ManCandy

I had hoped to share this wonderful treat with my sweetheart till we were old and gray but maybe he’d had enough for a lifetime.

Although I really doubt it.

Mrs K

Hard To Believe

Yes, Kaaren wasn’t the only perv in our relationship, not by any measure!

I had/have plenty of my own desires and fetishes.

I was so lucky to have had someone who loved me enough to explore them with me.

Mrs K

First Time

I like this one very much, it captures a big part of the story of the love Kaaren and I shared.

Today is the sad anniversary of that terrible first night when I lost my Sweetheart.

I’m still heartbroken but I’ve stopped crying every day.

But today I’m just reliving that last day, that last time I saw him smiling, the last time I told him that I loved him.

Today I can’t say I miss him more than any other day, after a year of missing him, today makes it feel a little more painful.

Thank you very much for your nice comments on these posthumous posts, I hope you enjoy them

Mrs K