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

Sad News

I’ll never forget that day.

Poor Kaaren was an absolute wreck.

His friend Frank was a decent guy who never had a bad word to say about just about anyone.

He made Kaaren laugh and laugh.

They would talk for hours and Kaaren would apologize to me for taking all that time away from me.

I’d never be cross with him about it but he’d get a “correction “ spanking and he would be fine.

This post brought home something that bothers me still.

When I had the memorial service for Kaaren I couldn’t help but notice that everyone, literally everyone, there were my friends and family.

By the time he’d passed Kaaren had been abandoned by everyone he’d known in his life leaving him only my friends and family to mourn his passing.

This didn’t go unnoticed by my relatives and my mother actually asked me about it afterwards.

What could I say to her in response?

The subject of this post was basically Kaaren’s only friend of his own.

I think I understand why he wrote it and why he didn’t post it.

The people who knew him before he became Kaaren didn’t know him anymore.

The family he had, proved not to be family to him at all 

And that was their loss because they missed the chance to know him.

 But he had me and my family and my friends and he had you. He loved the people who read his “silly little blogs”.

At the end of the day I know that Kaaren was surrounded by people who loved him and l know that he felt that in his heart.

Mrs K

Wondering

And then there was the breast affair.

I actually did set money aside for breast implants for Kaaren.

I’d even spoken to a plastic surgeon who specialized in breast augmentation about doing the procedure on male patients.

Then, once I had all my ducks in a row, I approached Kaaren with the idea.

I knew that it was going to be difficult for him, and me as well, but I honestly thought it was something he’d wanted.

Of course it was going to be hard for us to be discreet about it but at the same time I wasn’t talking about double D cups. I was thinking about something more my size. Mine are a nice B cup and I wouldn’t want them any larger. My friends have nothing but complaints about sagging and back pain and having to wear industrial strength bras like our grandma used to wear.

Anyway, I actually thought Kaaren would jump at the chance to have boobs.

I was wrong.

Oh my goodness. The drama was awful. Tears and wailing about how I didn’t love him as he was.

Of course nothing could have been further from the truth. I loved him so much that I wanted to give him a gift that would make him happy for the rest of his life. 

It really had his head spinning.

Sure he had fantasized about having breasts of his own but suddenly having to choose whether to do it or not was a little overwhelming for him.

He wanted to make me happy even if it meant actually surgically altering his body but it wasn’t something he really wanted.

And before I go on I’ll admit that I kind of liked the idea of having him being even more feminine, even more girly, and I’d enjoy having boobs that weren’t mine to play with.

The indecision was tearing my poor sweetheart up.

Ultimately he decided against it but I made it clear that if he ever changed his mind that the offer would always be there.

There were times after that when he would talk about having breasts of his own but it was only talk.

And he didn’t seem to mind that when the urge hit me I’d find someone else with boobs to play with even though he was very rarely allowed to watch.

Mrs K