Hump Day

This little scenario hits me in just the right spot.

Of the two of us I have to confess that I had/have the cheerleader fetish more than Kaaren.

In fact Kaaren indulged me by being my own little slutty cheerleader lots of times.

I was a cheerleader in high school and I loved running around school with my tiny skirt, catching all the boys eyes, some of the girls too. And I’m pretty sure a couple of the teachers enjoyed it too.

I remember the first time I had Kaaren wear my cheer uniform, oh my! Still gets me crazy just thinking about it.

I even taught him some cheers and had him perform for me!

Wish I could have had a couple of the boys as my personal cheer squad!

Oh well, a girl can dream and what a dream it would be.

Mrs K

Wedding Weekend continued

 I started to tell about Stacy’s wedding over on the other blog and it should be read first as it explains how and why I was so hot and bothered by the time of the rest of the story.

Charles wasn’t his real name but for the purposes of this story that’s what I’ll call him.

He was younger than me. Younger by a full decade but it didn’t matter to me. I had every intention of having him in my bed after the reception.

He was very nice and quite attentive. Fetching me drinks. Getting me a clean fork after I “accidentally” dropped mine. Trying hard not to look up my dress while picking up that fork even though I was making it easy for him.

And he liked to dance!

If I hadn’t already decided that I wanted him that would have done it.

I like to dance and since Kaaren’s been gone I really haven’t had many opportunities. Kaaren was a wonderful dancer and he loved doing it. A lot of men go through the motions but don’t actually love it but Kaaren really loved it.

Charles wasn’t as good a dancer as Kaaren was but you could see that he really enjoyed it.

Anyway, the night moved on and we bid farewell to the newlyweds. I gave the new groom a hug and a wink and told him I couldn’t wait to see him again.

I just loved how he blushed.

I asked Charles to escort me to my hotel room upstairs and he gallantly offered me his arm.

I was practically squirming in the elevator.

I pulled him into the room with me and before he knew what was happening I had him pressed against the wall and my tongue in his mouth.

He seemed a little nervous which made me even crazier.

I pushed him towards the bed as I fumbled with the zipper on my dress.

I was very glad that I had worn a pretty set, bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. All in black. Very sexy.

Now I want you to know that it doesn’t continue as you might expect.

He took my hand and asked me to sit down and talk for a moment.

I was kicking myself already, thinking I must have read him wrong.

Maybe he didn’t like girls. Maybe he thought I was too old for him. Maybe he had someone and wanted to remain faithful. Hey maybe he was a priest.

It turned out it was none of these..

He had, as he put it, a brush with prostate cancer and the surgery had left him impotent.

I didn’t know what to say. I told him I was sorry and that I had enjoyed our evening together.

I reached out to hug him and the hug turned into a hug and a soft kiss and then i felt him unclip my bra.

He smiled at me and told me that even though his penis didn’t work anymore that he still knew how to make love to a woman.

And I can honestly say that he certainly did.

I have had numerous lovers go down on me, men and women, and Kaaren. Charles turned out to be one of the best I’ve ever had. Almost as good as my college roommate. Almost as good as Kaaren!

And after, as I was catching my breath he brought a warm washcloth and gently cleaned me, then dried me with a soft fluffy towel.

Then he bent over and gave me a soft kiss between my legs.

He smiled at me as I lay there.

He said good night and just like that, he was gone.

It wasn’t the way I’d expected the night to end but it was wonderful.

All too soon it’s back to work but I’ll be thinking about it all day long.

Mrs K

The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe

The Narnia books were one of Kaaren’s favorites.

And he and I actually discussed this idea.

As I’ve written here and elsewhere, Kaaren loved the idea that there could be real magic in the world.

The whole concept that he could step into another world and be the little girl that he never was provoked some surprisingly deep conversations.

The question that he never really had an answer for was if such a world existed and he could go there and be a pretty little girl, would he ever have come back?

I don’t know what he would have done but I hope that if he stayed there that somehow I would have found my way there too.

Mrs K

That Thing

Back when I was a girl my friends and I would discuss how to make our boyfriends happy while holding on to our virginity.

Hands and mouths were the only answer.

None of us ever even heard of anal and there wouldn’t have been any chance that any of us would have tried it then.

So it was hands and mouths.

Some of the guys we dated were content with touching our tits and getting a handjob.

But most of them wanted more.

So we would just go ahead and suck them off.

Most of my girlfriends thought it was horrible but you had to do it if you wanted to keep your guy happy.

There was one girl, let’s call her Laura, she hated doing it. She hated everything about it. And if he shot off without warning her she would go nuts.

She’s the one who came up with the idea of holding a cherry flavored Lifesaver in her mouth to mask the taste. On at least one occasion she nearly choked on it but she swore by it.

I never had to do that because I liked it. Everything she hated about doing it was something that I loved about it.

I suggested the candy method to Kaaren once and he just rejected it outright.

If he was going to suck a cock there shouldn’t be any illusion that he was doing anything other than that.

And, although he enjoyed doing it, he always said it was because I”made” him do it.

And if he needed that to justify to himself why he was on his knees with a man’s cock in his mouth then that was okay with me.

Mrs K

Sad News*

Kaaren didn’t have many friends and the man he was writing about here was pretty much his only real friend that he had left.

He was devastated by the news of the death of his friend.

But even though he was reeling from the loss he was still concerned that I was okay.

It was the way he was.

He was hurt and an emotional wreck but he was worried about getting my dinner.

I think back now and realize how isolated he was.

Without my family and friends he only had me.

Our lives were full in so many ways that I never really saw that.

And I know it must have hurt him but he never complained.

He could be prodded to talk about his past but he mostly kept it to himself.

Maybe if he’d had more time he’d have opened up more about it.

That’s one good thing about his “silly little blogs”. It gave him a place to talk and, even more importantly, it gave him people who would listen.

In the end he was loved by me and many others.

Maybe more than he knew.

Mrs K

Home Soon

Oh my.

Did I know that Kaaren was manipulating me so that I’d put him over my knees and warm up his cute little bottom.

Did I know that he sometimes intentionally didn’t do his chores.

Did I know that he would willfully ignore my instructions on occasion.

Did he really want a spanking from me?

Of course I knew and of course he would get what he wanted/needed from me.

All I had to decide was whether or not to use my hairbrush, paddle or just my hands.

I have to say that the spanking wasn’t one of my original ideas and started with some playful slaps on his bottom and we just kind of discovered this new dimension in our relationship.

His submissive nature made him want to be humiliated and it was an incredible feeling to hold him there while he kicked and cried as I turned his ass first to pink and then to an angry red!

All spankings were followed by some “corner time” and then he had to take care of me because after that I really needed him to take care of me.

Mrs K

Squirm

Kaaren loved to be there while I fucked my lovers.

Seeing him there in his pretty frills while riding a big cock just made it so much better.

For both of us.

And knowing that he couldn’t cum made him so much more attentive to my needs.

Ultimately we both got what we needed.

Mrs K

Dreaming

 I had a dream about Kaaren last night.

It was a sex dream and I woke up with a smile and felt the need.

You know what I mean.

And I had to take care of it myself.

But the best part of the dream was seeing Kaaren happy.

He had such a beautiful smile.

I saw that smile and it made me happy.

Sad and happy at the same time.

And a little horny too.

I described the dream over on the other blog if you’re interested.

Mrs K

It's Different

My Kaaren was just the girliest girl ever.

Even on a chilly winter night he would always put on his sexy robe while I would bundle up in flannel.

It’s what made him comfortable.

And I loved it too.

Mrs K