tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63128835937163969622024-03-18T15:58:28.077-04:00Such A Sissy 2Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.comBlogger6063125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-59191405008699494052024-01-28T21:15:00.000-05:002024-01-28T21:15:18.720-05:00Even Though<div>Yes my Kaaren loved pretty lingerie.</div><div>I tried to get it, but sometimes it was just underwear, not meant to be sexy. Didn’t make a difference to my Sweetheart.</div><div>I went out with a nice man last night. My first date since Kaaren passed away.</div><div>I dithered over what to wear, even underneath. Normally if I wore something special I intended for it to be seen. But I didn’t think that was going to happen.</div><div>It felt really strange to be with a man in a potentially romantic way.</div><div>I had lovers before and during my marriage, with Kaaren’s permission, but this time it felt oddly like I was cheating.</div><div>He was a very nice guy and we had a very pleasant evening and I may see him again.</div><div>He said he liked my smile, if he only knew that I was picturing him in pink frills.</div><div>I can’t help it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Even though I've done this a thousand times myself it still makes my caged clitty twitch when I watch her do it!!!!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-64486534888645260392024-01-25T18:10:00.000-05:002024-01-25T18:10:40.983-05:00Standing By<div>I’ve got a date on Saturday night.</div><div>My first date since my Sweethearts passing.</div><div>I’m excited and nervous and I’m not sure I’m ready for it but he’s a very nice guy that I’ve known for quite a while.</div><div>I’ll miss having my sissy waiting for me when I get home.</div><div>Aside from his cleanup duties it was so nice to have a “girlfriend” to tell all about it while we cuddled in our bed after I came home.</div><div>Wish me luck!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Oh my she's cumming on his cock again, that makes 4 times! I wish she had let me watch!! When he cums it will be spectacular! I can't wait to clean up!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-35100422099071711562024-01-21T10:59:00.000-05:002024-01-21T10:59:08.636-05:00Sunday Is Game Day<div>Kaaren and I both loved to watch football on Sundays.</div><div>Sometimes we’d have company and we’d miss considerable portions while our attentions were elsewhere.</div><div>Poor Kaaren missed so many games while he was on his knees in front of us.</div><div>But having orgasms while your team is winning is a lot of fun.</div><div>Kaaren was happy to provide me and any guests with an enthusiastic game day effort.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"You should be proud Sissy, it's not every girl that get's invited to serve at the club on Game Day!"<br />
"But did you see the bikini they want me to wear...I just can't!"<br />
"You probably won't have it on for long anyway Sissy!"<br />
"You're right as always! Thanks sweetheart you always put things in perspective for me!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-32427972517329053132024-01-12T13:54:00.002-05:002024-01-12T13:54:25.474-05:00Do Sissies Ever Sleep?<div>Kaaren slept very little. Not because I made him rise early but because it was just natural for him.</div><div>He was up before me every day and many times was still up when I retired.</div><div>I miss having my coffee served to me first thing in the morning.</div><div>I also miss having him make me come while I having my breakfast.</div><div>But I guess our friend Dee must have inquired about his schedule and he wrote this answer.</div><div>I have no idea why he didn’t post it himself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>My friend <a href="http://deelusionsofgrandeur.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Dee</a> asked me....do sissies ever sleep....<br />
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Dee I'm a very early riser....lots to do in the morning....lay out her outfit for the day along with an assortment of shoes because she like to pick her own! Start the coffee, check the menu to see what she wants for breakfast, shower, do my hair and makeup, put on whatever she left out for me to wear last night....have a cup of coffee...pick up the papers from out front and leave the Wall Street Journal on top next to her plate....she likes her orange juice freshly squeezed...no seeds or I'm in trouble....and so on until it's time to wake her....the beautiful woman I get to see every morning makes it all worthwhile!!!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-18124667742263076032024-01-03T20:46:00.000-05:002024-01-03T20:46:07.379-05:00OK<div>Over the years there were several instances where I had Kaaren remove posts that I felt could lead to his being identified.</div><div>That was a hard and fast rule.</div><div>I am successful in the corporate world and I tried my hardest to avoid scandal.</div><div>My husband as a sissy cuckold would have been a scandal.</div><div>When i saw this post I was going to delete it because I actually thought that this was a pic of Kaaren.</div><div>The resemblance is uncanny. This could be him. It took me a couple of looks to make sure. </div><div>Maybe some day, after I retire, I’ll post an actual pic of Kaaren but for now this is as close as it gets.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"What do you think Sweetheart is this OK?"<br />
"That's just perfect Sissy.....my friends are going to love you like that...."<br />
"It's going to be pretty embarrassing for me....are you sure?"<br />
"I've already told them all about you Sissy.....now they want to see....."<br />
"Well if it's what you want...."<br />
"That's my good girl.....now go wait by the door....they should be here soon!!!"<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-16980847376921554872023-12-29T10:51:00.002-05:002023-12-29T10:51:48.843-05:00I Love It<div>My goodness, my Kaaren was such a slut.</div><div>He almost never said no to me.</div><div>And he had the cutest girliest ass!</div><div>He loved making himself completely available to me and a few select friends.</div><div>He was so much fun!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I love it when she tells me to go to my sissy bedroom.....lay on my bed.....ass up.....and take my panties down!!!!!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-77038790810917256462023-12-24T13:09:00.000-05:002023-12-24T13:09:05.196-05:00Same As Last Year<div>A Christmas post that Kaaren never got around to finishing..</div><div>I added just a little and I don’t think Kaaren would mind.</div><div>In some ways this year is harder than last year.</div><div>I’ll be spending Christmas alone with my memories this year, not for lack of offers from various friends and family.</div><div>I just feel like I’d like to be alone this time.</div><div>I hope you all have a merry Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"So Sissy Kaaren....you've been a naughty Sissy all year long, but you're so good at it!!! What would you like for Christmas this year?"<br />
"Oh Santa, I'd like a bigger plug and a smaller cage this year!!!"<br />
"You know that's the same thing I gave you last year!!!"<br />
"Oh yes Santa but I need new ones...have a look for yourself!!!"<br />
"Oh my yes...why your clit is even smaller than it was last year....!"<br />
"Please Santa?"<br />
"Alright Sissy, I'll put the plug in now but your wife can put you into your new extra-small cage in the morning!!!"<br />
"Oh thank you so much Santa!"<br />
"Alright Sissy and who knows maybe I can swing by on the 26th and you can get your name up on next years naughty list right away!!!!"<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-79167608085332505292023-11-22T12:35:00.000-05:002023-11-22T12:35:12.344-05:00A GoodNight Kiss<div>I really miss this.</div><div>I’m going to my brothers house for Thanksgiving this year. I didn’t really enjoy any holidays last year as the hurt was just still raw and overwhelming.</div><div>But I’m a little better now than I was then.</div><div>I still feel horribly alone but I’m more used to it now.</div><div>I’m glad I still have family to keep me company and I feel the love from them. I’m counting on that to get me through.</div><div>I’m thankful for the joy I’ve had. I just selfishly wish I could have that again.</div><div>They say that time heals all wounds but I think there are some wounds that never heal. They just hurt a little less.</div><div>Be thankful for all your blessings, enjoy your life, take the time to give love and hold your loved ones tight.</div><div>Have a nice Thanksgiving.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>She looked so pretty in her tiny panties that I had to get one more taste! She needed her sleep and I gave her my best good night kiss. She smiled and settled down and went right to sleep! I laid awake watching her for some time before I slept too! I'm so lucky to have her!!!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-42784759305153147302023-11-14T09:00:00.000-05:002023-11-14T09:00:31.176-05:00Playtime<div>Kaaren was a very sexual person.</div><div>There were many times that I wasn’t in the mood to play. Sometimes all I wanted was to relax, watch a movie, eat some popcorn or nachos, then head to bed and get a good nights sleep.</div><div>On the other hand I don’t think Kaaren was ever uninterested. No matter what else he was doing, sex came first.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Whenever she wants to play I'm always ready....<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-62660842892942698212023-11-10T11:23:00.001-05:002024-02-01T11:14:23.780-05:00Last Time<div>Before we started using the chastity cages Kaaren used to walk around with a constant erection. It wasn’t much, but it was always poking out his panties.</div><div>He was a very sexual person. As am I. </div><div>I enjoyed sucking his little bitty cock. He never lasted too long and he was small enough that my jaw didn’t hurt afterwards.</div><div>But he would always need more and sometimes I just wanted to watch TV. He had a terrible masturbation problem and he had his hand in his panties all the time. He was making a mess and I eventually decided to take control of the situation .</div><div>He missed getting blowjobs and I missed giving them. But we resolved that problem later when we discovered that he enjoyed having a man in his mouth just as much as I did.</div><div>Maybe he enjoyed it more..</div><div>In case you think me cruel, let me make it clear, Kaaren could say one word and the cage would come off.</div><div>In all the time he was kept in chastity he never once said his safe word, not once.</div><div>Once, some years ago I released him for a couple of weeks until he came to me and asked me to put his cage back in place.</div><div>He told me that he felt better when he “earned” his orgasm, otherwise it didn’t feel special.</div><div>Like I said before. Kaaren was complicated.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"It's hard again Sissy!!!!"<br />
"I'm sorry, I'm trying....."<br />
"It's not enough Sissy...I've sucked your little clit twice already today....do you think I'm enjoying having your little doodle in my mouth?"<br />
"No Ma'am!"<br />
"No Ma'am is right!!!! I think it's time we put that cage on you!!!!"<br />
"Whatever you think is best Sweetheart...."<br />
"Alright Sissy, I'll suck your sissy clitty one more time and after that.....well we'll see!!!"<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-90791101270994409212023-11-01T18:47:00.000-04:002023-11-01T18:47:49.903-04:00Hump Day<div style="text-align: left;"> One of my favorite fantasies was always to watch two sissies together.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have no idea why but it was always there in the back of my mind.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thankfully it was one that we did get to live out in real life.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know Kaaren wrote about our neighbors “Steve & Kathy” and how we all discovered our secret lives.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Steve made a very pretty Stephanie and he was also submissive to his lovely wife, much like Kaaren was submissive to me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was so hot for Kathy and I to have them put on a sissy show for us, they both agreed that the hardest thing for them was when we made them kiss.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren told me that kissing Stephanie felt far more intimate than even being fucked by him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can’t say I understand that but I didn’t have to understand it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaaren was complicated.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But he was my good girl and did as he was told. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Our friends moved away some time ago but they returned for Kaaren’s funeral service and it was great to see them again. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The responsibility to satisfy the client was enormous.....and it was so hard to take on by yourself!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thank goodness that your assistant was there on Hump Day when you really need her help!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b_P8fVuzjY/X4wgeSIsKfI/AAAAAAAAknY/qGyjHh7wqMIy8t2UuSs3NA7wPcP0TyJfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s919/bdsmlr-292664-mfAH3CYpnm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="661" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b_P8fVuzjY/X4wgeSIsKfI/AAAAAAAAknY/qGyjHh7wqMIy8t2UuSs3NA7wPcP0TyJfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s16000/bdsmlr-292664-mfAH3CYpnm.jpg" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-50580838139897347992023-10-28T14:34:00.000-04:002023-10-28T14:34:15.276-04:00Pigtails<div>This could very easily be me and Kaaren.</div><div>Except I’m the brunette and he was the blonde.</div><div>And he looked just adorable in pigtails.</div><div>Everyone thought so.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"He's looking forward to meeting you Sissy.....and he really likes pigtails!!!!"<br />
"Are you going to have them too?"<br />
"Don't be silly Sissy...he doesn't want me in pigtails.....he wants you in them....."<br />
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"Ha....like you had a choice in this Sissy!!!!"<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-15384214734933273902023-10-25T22:12:00.000-04:002023-10-25T22:12:36.937-04:00Some Sissies<div>I always enjoyed watching Kaaren get ready in the morning.</div><div>Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep while he was doing his makeup and taking care of his choice of clothes for the day.</div><div>I have no idea why that would turn me on but it did. Very much.</div><div>So much that I would end up having him ruin his pretty face taking care of my needs.</div><div>After all, what’s the point of being married to a submissive sissy if you don’t get to use him when you need him!</div><div>Then he could fix his makeup while I showered and afterward we would have a nice breakfast together.</div><div>Those were good times.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Some sissies put their lingerie on first but not me.....makeup first....then cage....then plug....then inspection....then lingerie!!!!<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-80251458991269929302023-10-23T01:19:00.000-04:002023-10-23T01:19:44.171-04:00It Was Funny<div>The truth is that my sister didn’t really like Kaaren all that much.</div><div>She didn’t think he was good enough for me or for our family.</div><div>Obviously Kaaren never had any type of sexual contact with her but on occasion she’d let him give her a foot massage. </div><div>Kaaren gave really nice foot massages.</div><div>He did have many fantasies about scenes like this one </div><div>I’m sure a lot of wives would be upset about their husband fantasizing about having any kind of sex with their sister but I found it funny.</div><div>She plainly thought very little of Kaaren but he still thought quite a bit about her.</div><div>And although I might be very open about things regarding our sex life I had no interest in having a threesome with my sister..</div><div>I had no interest and I don’t really believe that Kaaren did either. It was just a fantasy.</div><div>But then, I had lots of fantasies of my own too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>It was funny....her sister tasted just like her....I tried to concentrate but my darling wife made it so hard....<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-42277290949448698332023-10-18T16:00:00.000-04:002023-10-18T16:00:30.883-04:00Taking a Break<div>Yes Kaaren and I double dated a couple of times.</div><div>It was a lot of fun for both of us.</div><div>Sometimes we’d giggle like little girls while we made the guys wait for us to come back and resume where we’d left off.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"Oh that was good I needed that!!!!"<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-81414560629344679562023-10-11T17:18:00.000-04:002023-10-11T17:18:02.400-04:00Careful What You Wish For<div>Another example of Kaaren being silly.</div><div>He could make me laugh so easily.</div><div>It wasn’t always about sex, sometimes it was just about having fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"When I first wished to became a fairy I obviously didn't think it all the way through!!!! I can't find a single jacket that fits comfortably over these damned wings!!!!"<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-1868108247889394222023-09-28T20:40:00.000-04:002023-09-28T20:40:00.253-04:00One of Those Days <div style="text-align: left;"> Today was one of those days.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was just walking down the street on my way to the train station and I passed a little boutique. It’s the same shop that I’ve passed by a thousand times before but today for whatever reason it caught my attention.</div><div style="text-align: left;">There was a lovely green dress in the window. Scandalously short and nothing i would ever remotely consider wearing myself. But i caught myself thinking that Kaaren would look adorable in it, and then I was crying again.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I quickly got hold of myself and wiped the tears away and continued on my way.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some days are like that, I’ll just be fine one moment and then something will remind me of my Sweetheart and that’s it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m still learning how to come to terms with my loss.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know many friends and others who tell me that I have to “get over it” and frankly I don’t know if I ever will.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Do you think that, maybe, there’s only one person that is meant to be with you?</div><div style="text-align: left;">I’ve had ”lovers” before but there has only been one man I’ve ever really loved and now he’s gone </div><div style="text-align: left;">Going through his unpublished blog posts has been hard, and at the same time, quite a bit of fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I “hear” his voice as I read his musings and stories.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I sometimes sleep with his favorite nightgown and I can smell his scent on it. Sometimes it brings a smile and sometimes it brings tears.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like today, imagine, a little green dress could stop me in my tracks and leave me a wreck.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just a stupid little dress,but he really would have been so pretty in it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And it would have made him so happy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Me too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-86684689850624860092023-09-23T20:02:00.000-04:002023-09-23T20:02:16.882-04:00The Future<div>Kaaren never really considered himself to be a man.</div><div>He didn’t act or think like any man I’ve ever known.</div><div>And that’s one of the many reasons that I loved him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Apparently by the year 100,000 men have evolved from acting like dickheads to actually being dickheads! <br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-46239903954926817222023-09-16T16:01:00.000-04:002023-09-16T16:01:35.871-04:00She's Not A Teenager Anymore<div>Kaaren could be a real charmer sometimes.</div><div>Yes, we grew older together but not nearly as old as I had hoped.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>No she's not the nubile young teenager that she was when i first met her.....and I'm not that young horny sissy anymore either.....<br />
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<br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-40109196924922891292023-09-04T17:04:00.003-04:002023-09-04T17:06:50.778-04:00First love<div style="text-align: left;">I like this one very much, it captures a big part of the story of the love Kaaren and I shared.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today is the sad anniversary of that terrible first night when I lost my Sweetheart.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m still heartbroken but I’ve stopped crying every day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But today I’m just reliving that last day, that last time I saw him smiling, the last time I told him that I loved him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today I can’t say I miss him more than any other day, after a year of missing him today makes it feel a little more painful.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thank you very much for your nice comments on these posthumous posts, I hope you enjoy them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mrs K</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She had always been in charge....ever since they were kids....</div><div style="text-align: left;">It used to be a joke....the adults used to call her a "bossy" girl....</div><div style="text-align: left;">But he was always happy to do what she told him....he'd fallen in love with her then and he still loved her now....</div><div style="text-align: left;">But now things were a little different....</div><div style="text-align: left;">She didn't make him carry her books or things like that anymore....</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now she made him get on his knees and kiss her ass!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now she made him worship her!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now she made him suck her boyfriends cocks!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">But perhaps that's not worded correctly....</div><div style="text-align: left;">She didn't really make him do any of that....</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now she allowed him to do it....</div><div style="text-align: left;">And it only made him love her more than ever!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbekAoWBqAg25ax405lSQzhQolBYyQZ-s6l2P0HhICCORwDUm5Y-agh0GP4Kr8VtFK77afn1kllAcTkYb3BKsYJcygVuV2YuwAu58Q0GjKnNX9B1VPiYQxj6bUqjWNrNyfjCTeLDc9CU_w0THG9krEcHzBrih8FGIEKKuXxi5Ky9vMyS4wcRlYs48s=s1060" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1060" data-original-width="707" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbekAoWBqAg25ax405lSQzhQolBYyQZ-s6l2P0HhICCORwDUm5Y-agh0GP4Kr8VtFK77afn1kllAcTkYb3BKsYJcygVuV2YuwAu58Q0GjKnNX9B1VPiYQxj6bUqjWNrNyfjCTeLDc9CU_w0THG9krEcHzBrih8FGIEKKuXxi5Ky9vMyS4wcRlYs48s=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-44859403660824321372023-08-25T23:37:00.000-04:002023-08-25T23:37:15.301-04:00It Was Just Perfect<div>Before he got sick Kaaren wanted to renew our wedding vows and I agreed that it would be a lovely gift for us on our anniversary.</div><div>This time he wanted to be a bride too.</div><div>I wanted more than anything to give that to him but we never got the chance.</div><div>This was one of Kaaren’s dreams that never came true. </div><div>I hope that in the next life he’ll meet me in his pretty gown!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Oh my god it was just perfect, the wedding I've always dreamed of!!!! As I entered, I could feel every eye on me! My gown flowing around me as I made my way to the altar felt just the way I knew it would! Afterwards I danced the night away and now I was too tired to get out of my beautiful gown!<br />
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<span id="goog_340919319"></span><span id="goog_340919320"></span><br />Mrs. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03159006037679291862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312883593716396962.post-76190650944208704872023-08-19T00:43:00.000-04:002023-08-19T00:43:02.239-04:00Ms. Sharon Made it Clear <div>This is the oldest post in Kaaren’s draft folder for this blog.</div><div>I don’t know who this Ms Sharon is. Probably someone who commented earlier.</div><div>Kaaren is very correct here. I was always planning ahead while he was just enjoying himself.</div><div>I’m enjoying going through my Sweethearts posts and it’s kind of like having a conversation with him about his life.</div><div>I hope you enjoy these.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs K.</div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I thought it over and over and Ms. Sharon is so right! While I have been in the same relationship for many years we were not playing the same game.....she has always been at least three steps ahead of me.<br />
I was playing checkers while she was playing chess!<br />
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