Since I still can’t walk …

Which makes my sex life sucks …

When it used to be lick …

I’m learning to paint.

Here’s a self-portrait.

I’ve shown everything else …

So here are my tits.

Still up and (a)round.

;)

I’ve been told (often) that my nipples are perfect for clamps.

They’re easy to tie up, too.

A lot of nipples aren’t.

Believe me.

I must have been thinking of pussy when this picture was taken.

Being a lesbian …

Is the most successful thing I’ve ever done.

A recent picture of me.

At the house of the women I call “Jodi” and “Chloe” in my stories.

When I got hurt I really found out who loved me.

Not too many.

My pussy, again.

Someone asked me to post a shaved one.

Had to scan this one in. It’s from 1999!

I was young and in an intense sub relationship then and she made me shave it every day. Every fucking day.

She was the first woman to seriously use clamps on me. She liked hurting it.

I came to really hate her. But I learned a lot.

The woman I call Mindi in my stories is based on her.

You can read the stories about “Mindi” here

My pussy.

Cropped from a fuller picture of me, so the quality isn’t great.

Of the image, I mean. The pussy is very high quality. Me likes to think.

Me in the summer of 2010. Taken on a Sunday afternoon while the mother and daughter I was then with were taking turns licking my ass.

(This photo of me was taken at the mountain cabin I love to vacation at.

It was taken by the real Mrs. Rosenberg — who says I’m a lot funnier to read than to know. Ha ha, you old bitch.

By the way, the stories about her are from things that happened years back. She’ll be 73 soon and is in failing health, as they say. She rarely leaves her house anymore. And since I can barely get around myself, I rarely see her.

I miss her so much. And fear the day I will lose the great unrequited love of my life.)

READ BOTH PARTS HERE


I break longer stories up into parts because the theme I use now looks weird if a long post gets bumped to the middle or bottom of the page.

I really appreciate you telling me how much you like my stories.

And thanks for the encouraging words about my health.

Looks like I’m going to finally get ankle replacement surgery paid for by the city’s insurance company. Including prosthetics.

Maybe I can fuck again soon.

I miss it.

Won’t have all this Tumbling time then.

But you understand.

Meanwhile …

I have written some longish muti-part stories you might have missed.

Here are some favorites:

The weekend Mrs. Rosenberg used Tiffi …
IS HERE


How we fucked over a bunch of spoiled college girls …
IS HERE


My terrible day of extreme pussy abuse at the hands of The Professional …
IS HERE


The time Mrs. Rosenberg used me to get revenge on a girl …
IS HERE


The one about The Society is bullshit I made up (and Mrs. Rosenberg’s favorite. Go figure).

The others are pretty close to what really happened.