A Few Hours

I had a hard time getting used to wearing heels.

Kaaren however was a natural at it.

Where I nearly broke my ankle Kaaren was practically dancing around the house.

He would surprise me with his talents all the time.

He could dance, play the piano, and he had a wonderful and twisted sense of humor.

And I won’t even mention how well he sucked a cock!

Or how many times he could make me come.

He was amazing.

Mrs K

Oktoberfest

Kaaren loved the Oktoberfest and he particularly loved the dirndl dresses.

How sad that he didn’t have the cleavage to wear one.

I should have taken him to Germany to celebrate it. But I always thought that there was going to be more time and I was always so busy working.

Let that be a lesson. Never put off till tomorrow because tomorrow may never come.

Mrs K

Oh No!!!!!

Time passes and the things you thought you couldn’t bear change.

Kaaren was wearing pretty yellow panties the day I met him.

And he wore a pretty yellow bra too.

And he was crying because it was so humiliating.

But I loved it.

The things that embarrassed him then compared to later just seem just so tame.

Yes there were times when I wanted him looking his prettiest when I came home, sometimes because i was bringing company and sometimes just because I enjoyed it.

I really understand what Kaaren was writing about here and it’s so funny and at the same time it’s so real.

Mrs K

TV Guide - Star trek - The Lost Episode

Oh my!

Kaaren never had one that big.

He had a great sense of humor.

Pretty, submissive and funny!

He was the whole package.

Mrs K

Always Working

This was the truth.

I remember when Kaaren would be sitting at her little desk working away on her blogs for hours.

I once had him in a little pink dress with white knee socks and Mary janes with his hair in pigtails while he worked.

He was just so cute!

I remember making him blush by whispering all types of things in his ear.

Making sure he knew that I would need all his attention when he was done.

His desk sits now just as he left it, I can’t seem to be able to get rid of it even though it makes me so sad.

But sometimes I can almost see him there. That mischievous little smile. My special girl.

“Just a few minutes more sweetheart and I’m all yours” he’d say.

I would give anything to have just a few minutes more.

Mrs K

My Feet Are Killing Me

Kaaren was complicated.

Most of the things we enjoyed started out innocently enough but then Kaaren was very rarely innocent.

The foot thing was something that just seemed to happen.

He would occasionally offer me a foot rub and he was very good at it.

I grew to love it as well.

Slowly it became more intimate. Almost without realizing it, it had changed from a simple foot rub into a full foot worship session.

I never asked or demanded that he drop to his knees and rub and kiss my feet. I never asked him to lick my soles and heels.

I never asked him to suck my toes like they were little cocks.

It was a little ticklish but I found out that I really liked it.

And so…I never asked him to stop.

Mrs K

Covid Pounds

 I don’t think this was very nice of Kaaren.

I knew that I had gained a little weight from being locked down during the pandemic.

But I did lose it again when I realized that some of my clothes were getting too tight on me.

I guess it says something that Kaaren never said anything like this to my face and didn’t post this one.

But you could never really tell if he was just trying to provoke a spanking.

He loved getting his bottom warmed up over my knees.

And I always loved to see Kaaren do the swallowing. 

Mrs K