Forward

I’m sure this was the way Kaaren wanted some of his college dates to go.

Maybe, maybe not.

I’m pretty sure my dildo wasn’t the first one inside him but, just judging by the way he carried on it might have been.

Either way this would have been a pretty typical night in our house.

He made such cute noises when I fucked him.

Mrs K

Rules

Yes Kaaren did have playtime with another sissy on more than one occasion.

We both enjoyed it very much.

But the other couple moved away and I couldn’t find a replacement like them.

Two men together. Dressed in lovely frills. It was my fantasy come to life!

With the two women in charge.

Bliss.

Kathy and Stephanie/Steve flew back for Kaaren’s funeral and it was wonderful to see them again.

If only it had been under better circumstances.

But I have my memories.

The look on Kaaren’s face when we made them make out and caress each other was priceless.

Judging by what Kaaren wrote here it was pretty memorable to him too!

Mrs K

Remember Me Coach?

I honestly can’t fault Kaaren for having a fantasy like this after hearing all about the abuse that he endured in high school gym class.

My poor little sissy spent so many years being so unhappy .

I like to think that he was so happy living with me that he had put all this behind him but just the fact that he wrote this tells me otherwise.

Mrs K

Recovery

 I was asked about my recovery from the auto accident I was involved in and I thought some of you might want an update.

All in all I had fifteen surgeries on my leg including a cosmetic procedure that dealt with a lot of the scarring.

I’m full of titanium rods and plates along with plenty of screws holding it all together. If you were to kick me in the leg it would probably hurt you more than me.

I’m still walking with a limp but it’s not as pronounced as it was and I’m still continuing with physical therapy.

I have mostly retired from my job but my boss has retained me as a consultant. 

Spending more time at home is a mixed blessing. I don’t miss the commute to work but it can get lonely sometimes.

I still have almost all of Kaaren’s things. I’ve tried several times to box them up and move them into the garage but in a day or so I put it all back while having a good cry.

I’ve been seeing a man that I met at physical therapy. He was injured in a motorcycle accident and lost three toes. He laughed about it when he told me about the accident. He pointed out that he went off the road at high speed and is still amazed that he’s alive., 

It’s the laughter that got to me. And he made me laugh with him. I haven’t done much laughing since Kaaren’s been gone.

He said he wished he could take me out dancing but he lost his twinkle toes in the accident.

It’s not too serious between us but I have to admit he is very good in bed. If anything, it’s me that’s been holding back. Not because I don’t want him, I do, very much so. Truth be told I think it’s because he’s not Kaaren.

I know it’s not fair to him but I can’t help it. Luckily he’s been pretty understanding and patient with me.

In case anyone is interested my friend and former assistant Stacy has moved into an executive position and she’s getting married! I couldn’t be happier for her.. I wonder if she’s still using her strap-on? I haven’t asked and she hasn’t told me. Her fiancé is a soft spoken and sweet man. I can picture him bent over for her but my mind is always in the gutter!

I thought about selling the house. I was showing the realtor around and she asked me about Kaaren’s room.

It was so pretty and girly that when I told her that it had been Kaaren’s bedroom she just assumed that she was my daughter.

She mentioned that a lot of parents downsized after the kids moved out and I started to cry.

I haven’t followed through with listing the house.

Don’t know if I can.

Anyway, physically I’m getting better. Mentally the pain of loss is still there and probably always will be. But it’s becoming easier to bear as time goes by.

I have a date tonight and he’s going to come home with me. I’m going to rock his world.

That’s all for now. I still have hundreds of posts to go through. Kaaren was quite prolific. Hopefully I’ll get to post them all.

Be well.

Mrs K

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