Yes It Is

I laughed when I saw this post in Kaaren’s drafts folder.

Kaaren had a wicked sense of humor and a beautiful smile.

I can just imagine how he looked when he was writing this. Sitting in something frilly, maybe the emerald green babydoll that I liked so much. He loved pink but he was truly beautiful in green. With his blonde hair and fair skin it was really his color.

I picture him peeking into his tiny little panties and seeing his little tiny bits, locked away safe and sound.

Maybe he was mentally comparing himself to one of my lovers.

Maybe he was imagining being on his knees about to suck the throbbing cock in front of him.

Maybe he was just daydreaming about what it would be like to have his lips wrapped around that stiff cock while I watched and encouraged him to take more.

Maybe, he was but I’ll never know.

But now I’m dreaming about it.

Mrs K

Going Home

 If you read the post on the other blog you’ll understand, if not you may feel like you’re coming into the middle of the story.

I pulled in the driveway at my mom’s house, the house I grew up in.

For the first time since I can remember she wasn’t there waiting for me. That started me crying again.

My big brother came out to get me and he let me cry on his shoulder for a few minutes.

Then we went in.

The whole family was there.my brothers don’t live very far away and my sister has been living with our mom since her second marriage broke up.

My brother’s wives were there and there was a lot of fussing in the kitchen as my sister and brothers sat around the dining room table.  None of us sat in Mom’s chair.

My second big brother told me that he had already made arrangements with a local funeral home and had begun notifying the relatives.

My big brother had already spoken to Mom’s lawyer regarding her will but we all knew what her wishes were.

I was grateful that the guys had been able to take care of the important issues so quickly. I had kind of gone to pieces after the news.

The two sister-in-law’s laid out a nice dinner and we ate together keenly aware of the empty chair at the head of the table.

Finally my sister looked up and said that she suddenly realized that we’re all orphans now.

That at least broke the silence. And soon we were all talking and even having a few laughs as we reminisced about our past.

But the rest is probably familiar to those who’ve been through it and I pretty much know what you sissy’s and perverts come here for.

Staying in my old room is always a funny thing.

I spent the evening going through my old stuff that my mom had packed away so neatly in boxes with my name on them.

I found so many things I had forgotten about.

Among the treasures I found my old diaries. I kept a diary through most of my teen years, pretty much until I left for college.

Starting at 12 it’s a good record of growing up.

It seems like the little girl who wrote those early entries got crazy about everything to do with sex very early on.

Thirteen, that’s how old I was the first time I held a boys penis in my hand. I had no idea what to do with it but I was fascinated by how hard it was and how it twitched when I wiggled it around.

He was also thirteen and so he had probably been playing with it all the time and he tried to show me how to make it work. I watched as liquid came out of the small slit. I asked him if it was pee but he just told me to keep doing what I was doing.

When he came it shot out and went absolutely everywhere. Now I have to admit that I was a little turned on by all this and I wanted him to kiss me and I was going to let him touch my private parts. He however was done.

The first time but certainly not the last that a guy left me hanging after he’d had his fun.

In the diary I wrote all about giving my first blowjob.

His name was Tony and he was a year older than me although we were in the same grade in school.

Tony had a problem getting past the ninth grade. If I recall correctly he was still in ninth grade when my younger sister got there two years later.

I understood the basics from talking with my friends but what I didn’t expect was how much I enjoyed it. I could make him squirm and gasp for air. And when he came it wasn’t horrible like I’d been told,in fact I liked it. After that I looked for opportunities to do it and with teenaged boys I didn’t have to look too hard.

But there was one entry in my diary that I’ll never forget.

“I met a boy at the dance tonight, and he was so sweet and his girlfriend was treating him so bad that I took him with me upstairs and he was crying. She had made him wear girls underwear and she told all of the girls about it.. I got him to show me the pretty things he had on and I just wanted to eat him up. And that’s exactly what I did. He was smaller down there than the other boys I’d seen but it was the cutest one ever. And after, he kissed me even though I had some of his stuff on my lips. I think I’ve found the boy of my dreams. I think I’m in love. I’m going to call him tomorrow and maybe I’ll get to see him again.”

So you see, right from the start Kaaren had no secrets from me.

There are so many memories that this house stirs in me.

I remember having him in my living room, dressed in my school uniform. The first time he’d ever been completely dressed in girls clothes. As much as it thrilled him it thrilled me even more.

I think it was the same day that he saw me naked for the first time. Actually I think he was the first “boy” to see me naked. And he came without either of us touching him. We were both surprised but it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Even then he loved to go down on me. We tried to have sex, I mean of course we did, but he always, and I do mean always, he would come before he could get in me. So he made up for it with his tongue. And he was so sweet and nice and he made sure that I was satisfied, always. Of course if he had squirted on my belly he wasn’t shy about licking it up and that just made me so happy.

Later, after we got married, we’d do our best to be discreet about our various kinks. Being exposed as a sissy excited and terrified him. I loved to tease him with all the ways I was going to let everyone know all about him. I enjoyed making him answer the door with his pretty frills hidden under his ratty old bathrobe.

The first time he came for thanksgiving and we stayed in my bedroom, still filled with my teenage girl stuff. I dressed him in cotton print panties and an old training bra along with a short half slip I used to wear with my school uniform in high school. Then I had him sit at my small vanity table and brush his hair, and count the strokes.

I got on my knees and snuggled up under the slip and pushed his panties aside and took him in my mouth. I told him that he had to get to a hundred strokes before he came.

He only made it to thirty something. I still made him finish brushing his hair before climbing into my small bed with me. We played together like girls until I finally needed him to take care of me. 

 I rode on his tongue till I thought I would scream.

Goodness that was so much fun.

So many fun times together.  And we never got caught. Even though my mom read my diary one day and instead of lecturing me she took me for a STD test and birth control.

I could write so much more about growing up here.

My brothers and my father would walk around in their boxers and nobody said anything, but the first time I walked into the kitchen in my panties and a T-shirt you’d have thought I had been walking around in the nude. I honestly thought my Dad would have a heart attack. 

But that’s all in the past now. Just memories.

We’re keeping the house, my sister’s going to live there.

My brothers and I don’t really need the money and she does, it’s what Mom would have wanted.

She’s promised to keep my old bedroom just like I left it.

So it’ll be nice when I visit. Even though Mom is gone I can still go home when I need to.

Mrs K

For The Album....

Yes I was there when a man took Kaaren’s cherry.

And he captured the moment pretty well in this post.

The first time is rarely the best time and that was true for Kaaren and me as well.

In fact I’d say that Kaaren’s first time was better for me than it was for him.

I enjoyed it thoroughly.

And yes I do have pictures that I can still look at and remember the fun times.

Maybe some day I’ll share them.

Mrs K

Different

I almost never wear a bra at home.

I’m blessed with beautiful but smaller boobs and I can still walk around comfortably without the extra support.

Not as perky as when I was a girl but still pretty nice if I say so myself.

So when I got home from work the bra came off pretty quickly.

Honestly after all day in my business suits l looked forward to comfy jeans and a t-shirt.

Not so for my Kaaren.

He loved the feeling of wearing a bra.

In some ways he was more of a girl than me and I loved it.

I enjoyed walking up behind him and slipping my hands under his tops and playing with his nipples.

He would gasp like a teenager while I indulged myself. His sweet little ass pressing back on me.

I would unclip him and maybe lick and nibble at his hard little nubbins while he squirmed.

Then when I was ready I would drop my pants and put him to work.

It was always funny to me that when we were finished he would always make sure to adjust his bra.

It was a badge of femininity for him and he was always so damn cute.

Gets me excited now just thinking about it.

Mrs K

Wedding Weekend

 I’ve been crazy busy lately.

My former employer has brought me in to consult on the current market situation.

It’s been nice to have something constructive to do and to be honest the money’s not bad either.

But this last week it was all about my friend Stacy’s wedding.

Rehearsals and final fittings filled up my time 

I could almost see my Kaaren lusting after the bridesmaids dress. And the bridal gown.

Honestly he would have been adorable in either one.

Stacy was so happy and rightly so. She deserved it 

I was paired up with the grooms younger brother for the ceremony and he was a cutie, a bit too young for me but that wasn’t bothering me.

Like his brother, the groom, he seemed a little shy and quiet. Both traits that turn me on.

I was trying to behave myself but all the while I was thinking about getting into his pants.

The bachelorette party was pretty typical. Some strippers with big dicks. One of whom was so obviously gay that I think he was booked by mistake.

But the girls had a good time. So did I. I don’t get to play with big dicks as often as I’d like these days and I do enjoy them very much.

Anyway, the ceremony was lovely. Stacy made a beautiful bride and her new husband was very handsome.

I don’t think anyone else noticed that their vows were slightly different.

She promised to love and honor.

He promised to love, honor and obey.

It made me smile when I thought of her making that distinction clear to him.

We were hustled off to the reception at a very nice catering hall and put into a waiting room till the guests arrived and were seated.

Getting a rare moment alone with Stacy, I asked her about the difference in the vows. She laughed and told me that she knew that I would notice, apparently no one else mentioned it.

She pulled me and her new husband aside and told me to put my hand out. Then she nodded at him and amid much blushing he held up a small key and asked me if I would do him the honor of being a keyholder for him.

Stacy was grinning from ear to ear as his face turned beet red.

She gave me a conspiratorial wink and so I played my part in this little drama/comedy.

I asked him what on earth could a key like this be used for.

I didn’t think it would be possible for him to redden any more than he already had but I was wrong.

All she said to him was. “Show her,”

He didn’t argue, he sighed and turned his head to see if we were alone.

Then, he reached down to open his pants.

The first thing I saw was the pretty, white satin and lace panties. And a noticeable lack of body hair.

He had obviously been coached on what was expected of him and he lowered the undies, allowing me to see the small plastic cage containing his smallish penis.

When I reached out and gave his tight little package a little shake I could actually feel him trembling.

I tilted his chin up so I could see his face and smiled. I told him I would be happy to help him by holding his key,

He thanked me, again as I’m sure she had instructed him to, and quickly rearranged his clothes to cover up the evidence of his new life.

I gave Stacy a big hug and kiss and thanked her for thinking of me when she made this decision.

And then I hugged him and whispered to him that he was the luckiest man in the world and that he would never find another woman that would love him like my best friend.

We returned to the group and waited for our time to make a big entrance to the reception.

My escort, let’s call him Charles, asked where I had been and I smiled and told him I’d been having a little talk with the newlyweds.

I slipped an arm around him and we stepped over to get a couple of little nibbles while we waited.

Need I tell you how horny all this had made me? 

I don’t think he realized it yet but before the night was over I would have him .

But that was for later.

I’ll write that up on the other blog.

Mrs K

The Best We Can Do!!!

Yes Kaaren had his own little group of playmates on his blogs.

Yes sometimes I was a little bit jealous.

I know that some came and went over the years but I can honestly say that the one he missed most was his friend Leeanne.

Who knows why some people just disappeared. I mean it could have been anything.

I know that it bothered Kaaren when he would suddenly stop hearing from someone.

It was just that he cared about people, even people he’d never met.

It would bother me too if I shared all my most intimate details with someone who shared theirs in return and then just stopped and I would never know why.

That’s why I felt that it was important to let his readers know when Kaaren passed.

He would have wanted you to know.

J

Mrs K

Here It Is

I shared my personal kink with almost no one.

I knew what it was that turned me on but I wasn’t at all sure that even my best friends would understand.

In a way I was just hiding myself just as Kaaren was.

I wish I’d had a girlfriend to share it with but I was already seen as a kind of weirdo.

I mean I was the one who enjoyed giving blow jobs while the rest of my friends did it but swore they hated it.

I always felt a little sad that Kaaren didn’t have a confidante other than me.

And although there were a couple of times that I told someone about my little secret kink, it wasn’t something that could ruin my life if it got out.

Not so for Kaaren, if he outed himself to the wrong person it would have been a social suicide.

I’m so glad that he could share all his secrets with me and I could trust him with mine.

Mrs K