They're So Pretty

Kaaren actually said this to me as he was watching me get dressed for a night out with a very nice man who had a very nice cock.

Kaaren would pick out my lingerie for a date night and although he had drawers full of his own panties he loved to fuss over mine.

It was fine with me, after all had it not been for his lust for pretty undies we might have never met.

Mrs K

Sissy Training - Smile

Kaaren did have to play catch up on all things feminine.

This included so many things that I don’t even think about, things that I just do without thinking.

And sometimes he had to learn the basics the hard way.

But, although his training never really ended i have to say that at the end he was probably more of a girl than almost half the women out there.

And I really do miss putting him over my knees for his corrections.

He would spend the rest of the day showing me his pink bottom whenever I asked.

He would blush the same pink.

Mrs K

Team Building

This one was pure imagination from Kaaren but I love it.

It looks like just the kind of exercise that I would have loved.

But as opposed to Kaaren’s version I would have enjoyed any team building experience like this so much more if I had shared it with him.

After all, he loved to share.

Mrs K

Kaaren’s Birthday

 Today is Kaaren’s birthday.

Take the time today to celebrate your own loved ones.

Hold them tight and let them know how much you love them.

It’s worth it.

Mrs K

Scrapbook

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Ladies Lunch

 This is going to be a “me” post.

I’m coming to enjoy using Kaaren’s blogs in the same way I think he did.

They remind me of keeping a diary like I did as a teenager.

It was like having a nonjudgmental friend that you could share secrets with.

My diary was full of all sorts of stuff including lots of things I wasn’t comfortable talking about with anyone.

It was a great way to “think out loud “ so to speak.

Worked out great until the day when my Mom read it, but that’s a story for another day.

Much to my surprise I heard from an old friend from my college days.

We had been roommates in freshman year and before you ask, she was my first college romance.

They were right when they said that you went to college to learn new things and explore new experiences.

We kept up with each other’s lives from a distance. We both had our careers and families and we drifted apart except for the occasional Christmas card or significant announcements about events in our lives.

I last saw her at Kaaren’s memorial service and despite promises to get together we never seemed to find the time.

Then, out of the blue, she called to tell me she was in town and wanted to see me.

We made arrangements to meet at a nice restaurant near her hotel.

I have to say that the years have been kind to her. She wasn’t the lusty teenager that I had known so intimately, but then, neither am I.

She was married and had a couple of children, cute kids. A full set, boy and girl.

We caught up with each other’s lives over our cocktails.

She was very sorry about Kaaren and was concerned about me being alone.

I told her that although I had retired I was still keeping my hand in the business world.

Between my “golden parachute” and the life insurance settlement from Kaaren I really had no need to worry about anything, at least not financially.

She said that she and her husband were also doing quite well financially but they seemed to be drifting apart. Sometimes she felt like she had made a mistake when she settled down to family life.

Then after a few more cocktails we were reminiscing about our relationship in those crazy college days.

I will admit that I was getting a bit, shall we say, squirmy. The two of us shared so much and discovered delights we hadn’t considered and those memories came rushing back.

When she returned from the ladies room she sat much closer than before and I felt her leg rub against mine.

She smiled at me and asked if I was okay.

I slipped my hand under the table and slid it over the soft material covering her legs.

At that moment I would have done it right there in the restaurant.

We beat a hasty retreat to her hotel and soon found ourselves in each other’s arms.

I swear she still had the nicest lips, soft and yielding then hard and insistent.

Clothes were cast aside and we were lust crazed teenagers again.

She may have been a married mother of two but she still knew how to make me scream.

And I did the same for her. She still tasted the same and even after two kids she still had a cute little pussy.

We enjoyed each other then took a break and then it would start again, and again.

Finally I got up to go. She wanted me to stay but I told her I had things to do at home.

She wanted to know when we could meet again and I told her that we would talk about it.

I was getting a “want out of my marriage and need an excuse” vibe all of a sudden.

And, believe me, I don’t want anything to do with that.

But if was a really fun afternoon.

I got dressed and fixed myself up enough so the public wouldn’t know I’d spent the afternoon between a hot woman’s legs. Kissed her goodbye and headed for the elevator.

As I waited I checked my phone and was surprised to see several missed calls from my big brother.

He almost never calls so I called him back right away.

He told me that he’d been trying to reach me for hours.

I smiled to myself and told him I had been very busy.

I asked him what was so important.

All he said was, “Mom’s dead. We need you to come home.”

My world just changed.

Mrs K

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