Am I Who I Think I Am?

To Be a sissy

by cherie

I was strolling around the mall last weekend wearing my favorite girly toe ring with my girly-boy shorts and girly-boy sandals. I was in one of those moods. I wasn’t feeling very manly today and haven’t been for quite awhile, but not sure how to feel. When I feel like this. I try to be as feminine as I dare, especially since I’m not sure just what I am right now! I really wish I had to courage to be both!

I like visiting the mall, getting as close to feminine as I dare without being “noticed” as anything other than an unusual dresser, thus the toe rings, sandals, ladies shorts, and a shirt with a feminine logo. There is a certain cut to the clothes that are unisex at a casual glance, but draw looks from men who probably don’t know exactly what drew their glance to “that guy” over there. Designers spend millions to get that glance to “that girl”, so why not me? I want to be noticed, but not seen, as I look at the lingerie (Why are baby dolls so hard to find now a days!), the panties (A thong, or something with harder seams that will show through?),shorts (how daring am I this time?), and of course the thin tops that work for my style (Shall I darken my areola’s to draw Interested glances, I muse?). Girls have all the fun!

I’m really hoping to meet a Mr. Right who knows what to do with a girly boy like me. I need someone who knows what I want, because I sure don’t! I’m too shy to actually hit on a guy. I never have had sex with one and I probably wouldn’t do it right anyway. The guys that hit on my made me too nervous to welcome their advances. I guess I am doomed to a life of half measures!

In my travels, I noticed a nice looking guy at a jewelry place that sells anklets, toe rings, etc. and decided to sashay over and see what they had. (And gauge his reaction, of course. I need to find someone who is cool, understanding, can read my mind, knows I am scared spitless and on the make at the same time, non-judgmental, gay or bi, holds hands with Jesus, and thinks I am just “normal”. Oh yes, and he has to be attractive, strong, and handsome!) . This guy was really cute, and looked me right in the eyes. I was mesmerized for a second. (I think there is something there…?)When he asked if he may help me I blushed brightly! I blurted, “yes, do you have toe rings in size 6?” When I realized I was blushing I blushed even more! I felt so exposed! (Wow, if he only knew what I was thinking!). “Yes” he said, but he was going on break soon but he’d be glad to stay and help me if I’d like (He was, “Oh, so sweet!” Could he be the one?). He introduced himself as “Gary”, and shook my hand. (I gave him my most feminine, soft handshake!). “I’m Chris”, I replied sweetly. He saw my toe ring and asked if it was for me. I said it was and I was looking for another one. He commented that he doesn’t see very many men in toe rings! (Well, another guy I misread! He probably thinks I’m just another fag! I blew it! ) I blushed and blurted out “some men like them”! He smiled and said he was only commenting, and that we are all friends here, and that I was exceptional and that I needn’t blush, and I would be a compliment to his toe rings, and please stop blushing! Which made be blush brighter! Then he smiled a warm and welcome smile, and asked me what size I wore, and I told him a size 6. He asked me if I would mind him sizing it. To my surprise, when I sat down and bent down to take it off, he said “Oh no, I’ll do it if it is ok with you, it’s part of my job!” He squired some Windex on my toe (wow, it tickled!) and off it came. He put it on the measuring thingy and said “you were right honey,
a perfect 6!” “Oops, Sorry I meant..” He was blushing so I quipped: “you can call me honey just this once”. “Thanks…honey!” He says again with that wispy little smile.

He started showing me a tray of rings like I was wearing, and asked me if he could check the fit. I couldn’t pass up a flirt as cute as him, so I said “sure”! He said he wanted to try a 5, so he got some Windex and squirted it on my toes again (Oh, that feeling again!) I jumped & my heart leaped! “Is it too cold he asked?” “N,N,No, It just feels …very…very nice, “I replied”, breathlessly trying to remain in control of my emotions. He finally slipped the ring my toe and it was just too tight and then didn’t want to come off. He apologized and he said he had to really work it to get it off again and would I be more comfortable doing it myself or would I like him to? “I’d like it if you would, I cooed…” Gently he takes my foot in his hands. Resting my sole in his palm, he dabs the Windex purposefully, gently lifts my foot, and then rubs the Windex between and around my toes lubing everything up. (trying too look up my short’s leg, I hope? God, what if he sees my panties!). I had a seriously excited boy-clittie, my heart was pounding out of my chest! Finally, after some effort, he got it off and said something wise like “Oh, we gotta do that again!” and I replied, “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me!” And then I realized what I said, and started blushing again! “That’s ok” he replies. And teasingly adds, “I think blushing is cute!”…And then slowly proceeded to spray my other foot with the Windex, getting between my toes again, holding the sole of my foot in the palm of his hand, blowing softly to let it dry. Ohhh….He was smiling and blushing a little, too….”was that ok too?” I was speechless! I’m sure he could hear my heart beating! “Very OK”, I stammered. God I hope this is real, I’m thinking…If he’s straight I’m going to curl up and die!

Finally, (before I had a heart attack), he started showing me some trays of toe rings and asked me what I thought. I said they were nice, but what do you think looks best? He showed me some plain bands, then some two-tone bands, and asked my opinion again. I said, “Do you have something, you know, less masculine?” He smiled. “Less masculine? Or do you mean more feminine?”

He was just drawing the truth right out of me! Things I have never admitted to myself, let alone to a male store clerk, I didn’t even know! I didn’t know whether to run and hide, or simply shut up and be a nice girly-boy and accept what life delivers! Besides, I was hot. My clittle was getting hard. I was having fun. Maybe he was too!

“Do you have something, you know, less masculine?” He smiled. “Less masculine? Or do you mean more feminine?”

I was kind of unsure what to say, so he looked directly into my eyes and said “Well, lets try some girly styles! You’ll love them! If they are too girly, let me know and we’ll go from there.” Thank God he took charge, my heart was racing, I was sweating, trying to calm down, hide my clittie, hide my panties, hide my heartbeat, maybe just hide! He shows me a wider band with with pink and blue round stones in it. “Is this feminine enough?” He asks? I said, “I think so”. “How about this one?” he says, and shows me an ultra-feminine string of hearts made with multi-colored stones. “I think I like this one the best! I think I’ll take it!” Then he says, “How about this one on the other foot?” He showed me a cute but fairly wide gold band with intertwined nudes, 14K! “I can’t really afford that!” I replied. “Yes you can” As he slips it on he says, “I’ll give you my cost $ 24, think about it!”. “I think one on each foot is just the ticket for you.” “Would you like to try it out for awhile and join me on break?” He asked. (Is he just being nice, or hitting on me? Hmmm…) I agreed and we walked around talking and smiling – just like a real first date! I boldly took him with me into a shop and bought a pair of women’s shorts that could pass for men’s, “I just don’t fill out men’s shorts well. I suppose no one notices. Now you know my secret!” I explained. He replied “They fit you very well, they make you look…well, sexy!” He adds, “They probably look better than men’s anyway. How many pockets do you really need?” I gushed “Really? Thank You, you are so sweet to say that!” I began to feel my inhibitions slipping away as I realized he really liked me for who I was. He wasn’t a weirdo, and even seemed pleased to be seen with me. “Here, try on this belt!” He says. It was wide metal, with shiny oval rings laced together with a part hanging down in front. “Its pretty” I replied, “but I think it may be to feminine. I might embarrass you!” “Not a chance” he said. He took my hand, and gave me a little peck on the cheek, and said “I like you as sweet as you can be, is that OK with you?” I replied, (Upping the ante, and my courage, just testing…)
“I think so”. “Am I, like, your girl for today?” He replied, “Only if you want to be!” I squeezed his hand back in reassurance. I was one happy girly-boy!

We wandered back to his shop and played around with more toe rings and the Windex (and my feelings – I was soooo hot!) Finally it was closing time. I said, “Well, I suppose I should get going.” (I’m thinking…Please, say “no! Don’t go!”) He replied, “Are you in a rush? I really wish you would stay. I’ve had lots of fun today, you are welcome to stay while I close up!” (Thank you! There is a God!) He started dropping the gate and said “In or out?”

The moment of truth. In or out. Where have we heard that before? Hesitating, and thinking a thousand thoughts about what I meant to do today, versus what I am doing now, versus what I might end up doing. I hesitated, seemingly watching my life pass before my eyes, frozen in time for a moment, I replied “In!” I felt like I had somehow entered into a pact with my feminine self and would be forever changed.

He smiled and then invited me into the tiny little office where he had to count the money, and offered to let me in to change into my new shorts and belt. I had pink panties with lace trim and bows on since I didn’t expect to undress in front of a man! He said, “Please don’t be shy, I promise not to look, maybe!” I though it over and let out a little giggle (What the hell, you’ve come a long way baby!) and replied, “well, maybe just a peek, but please don’t laugh or you might make me cry!” I said. “I won’t” He offered, “I just hope they are as sexy as you are!” So, as we finally wiggle past each other in the tiny office, trying not to touch too much (which is impossible in the tiny room. (Did he just drag something hard across my butt? His manhood maybe? I did that?) So he sat down and I stood up and removed my shorts showing my pink panties. He says, “Those are really pretty! If I would have known, I would have bought you some in the store!” (Whew! Past that hurdle!). And then he gives me a little kiss on the stomach! I replied, “Oh, you like? I was afraid you were going to laugh or make fun of me!” He guides me down onto his lap, and looks me in the eyes and gives me a 24 karat kiss right on the lips! I fell into his embrace as if was the most natural thing in the world. I began kissing him back, he began caressing my cheeks through the satiny fabric, my erection and precome beyond hiding, I could feel him hardening under me.

(God, what do I do now? The timeless question asked by an eternal string of high school virgins!) I began kissing his neck, as he began run his hand up the back of my blouse, rubbing his hands gently back down inside the back of my panties. “You feel so nice, honey!” (All the while my voices are shouting, “Come on you coward, it’s time! Don’t lose this guy! You may never get another chance! Just what are you waiting for! Now or never!) I gradually slid down off of his lap, as his hands moved to my nipples, (God I love that! How could he know!) With that I gently undid his belt, then carefully unzipped his fly, hoping for a glimpse of what lay hidden. I began to work his pants down, and he lifted his hips. (Finally! A sign, a signal, a green light! No chance of rejection now! Thank you!) With his pants finally down, as I peered and poked for an opening in his boxers, to my relief, he pulled them down displaying his wonderfully erect cock! As he played with my nipples I began to slowly lick up and down my first cock. I started at the bottom, and slowly ran my tongue up to the tip where I circled the helmet with my tongue. I peeked up at Gary, and his eyes were closed in the eternal dream of ecstasy! (I must be doing this right, I’m thinking!) Finally, I began to take him into my mouth, one inch in, one-half inch out, two in, one out, gradually and slowly matching my movements to his breathing until I finally had him all in my mouth. This wonderful man continues to lovingly fondle my nipples as his cock celebrates in the festival of my longing. He begins to lightly moan and work his hips gently up and down into my mouth. His breathing is getting intense and more desperate. I could feel his penis getting harder, and harder. And begin to twitch…And then, like a breaking dam his seed rushed into my mouth with a force to match my emotions, and I swallowed his seed as if it were pure love itself! As I was sucking, I had been rocking my hips so sensually as I serviced him, my clittie was ready to burst! And burst it did! I came in my panties like I have never, ever come before! I held his cock in my mouth as he slowly softened, our breathing coming back to normal. I was in heaven! (Wondering what to say now. Is he like most guys, yelling “next!” or his he really “my” special guy? Do I dare take my lips off of him and let him go? Leaving me to face the truth alone? Damn, this is gonna hurt!)

My question was soon answered. He says “Oh sweetie, that was wonderful” (I’m thinking: And…) “I have never felt so good as you made me feel! I didn’t know I could go to heaven and then come back to my angel!” (I’m thinking: please God, make him want me still! Please, before he sees my tears!) He says, “You are so very, very sweet!” “Will you come home with me tonight!” He adds. “Yes” I replied with relief, and tears in my eyes. He cooed into my ear, “Will you be my girl?” With those words, my life has forever changed. I know now I am a somewhat fem guy that has found a guy that loves the feminine me! And about the toe ring! He let me keep it, and whenever we go out we remember how it helped to bring us together! I can hardly wait to get to his house! But I’ll keep you posted!

After everything was locked up and it was time to go, Chris walked me to his car-a nice red mustang convertible-, wow was it bright! He opens the door for me just like a regular guy on a regular date! I was so happy!

Then I realized that I don’t have any fresh clothes to wear! “Gary, can we stop by my place so I can get a change of clothes?”

“Sure, honey.” he replied.

So we stopped at my place and I offered him a beer, and went to start packing.

“Sweetie?” he called out, “Be sure to be your most sexy self for me!”

“Oh, I can’t wait to sweep you off your feet with my charms!”

So I grabbed some panties, garter belt, stockings, and a thin wispy see through top. And of course, a baby doll nightgown I thought I would never need! I gathered up some cosmetics I keep stashed, and my douche bag and perfume. (“Passion” by Liz Taylor- a bit out of style but unmistakably boy-bait!) I felt like I was packing for a week!

“Ok, I’m ready! Are you?” I responded as I entered the living room.

He replied by gathering me up in his arms and giving me a juicy kiss, and a sweet suckle on my ear lobe!

“I’m ready when you are, honey!” He says.

I was shivering with lust. I hope he couldn’t tell! I don’t want to look too eager!

We soon arrived at his condo, a nice two-story affair. He showed me in and asked me if I’d like a drink.

“I’d love one!”

I sat down with both hands in my lap, and my knees together. I felt like I was trying to be as small as possible. I guess I was pretty nervous. Most of my feminine mannerisms were coming quite naturally, but others I was remembering from watching other girls. I really hadn’t expected to move so far so fast. In fact, I am farther that I ever thought I ever would have been! He poured me a rum and Coke and sat down beside me with his arm behind my shoulders. He looked over at me, smiled and asked, “Are you still my girl?”

“Un huh!” I replied with uncertainty.

Then he leaned over and kissed me!

“Will you spend the night here with me? You can sleep on the couch if you are shy!”

“I’d like that, except the couch part” I giggled.

Gary replied, “I’d like to take a shower and get comfortable in front of the TV. Would you like to get sexy for me and we’ll watch a movie together and have a little wine? There is a second bathroom in the hall for you to use.”

I went into the bathroom with my overnight bag and slipped off my clothes, turned on the bath and looked around the bathroom. There was a fresh razor and some Channel body oil on the sink. I poured some sexy smelling bubbly bath into the tub and turned on the water. I got in and started to relax and enjoy the luxury, wondering what my role in this romance was to be. Could this be really happening?

Then, almost as if guided by an invisible hand, I began to lather up my legs and underarms and began to shave myself smooth as baby. I shaved my legs, my underarms, my boy-pussy, and my pubic hair. I felt really great!

I got out of the shower and brushed and teased my hair to make it as big as possible. I got out my makeup kit and applied a little light red lipstick with gloss. I blushed my cheeks, and highlighted my eyes. I curled my eyelashes and used some mascara to lengthen them. I dabbed some perfume on some strategic places. I put on my powder blue baby doll that has a thin panel to hide my little breasts, and augmented that with a matching pair of “boyshorts” (which let just enough butt cheek show to be sexy!). Next, I put on a pair of powder blue nylons with the band on top to keep them up without a garter belt. I completed my outfit with a pair of blue fluffy slippers! A quick shot of Passion perfume and I was ready to make my grand entrance to greet my new boyfriend.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a final check. Hair, ok muss it up just a little, done! Make up, good! Baby doll, fine need the panties a little higher to show more butt cheek, done! Breasts, a little too small but can’t do much about that right now. I’ll tweak them a little to make them pointy. Good. Hands are clean. Shit! Polish! Quickly I sat down and carefully painted my fingernails a hot red with a slight pink hue, and did the same to my toenails. Brushed my teeth, flossed, done! Damn, so much to remember.

Why was I so easily accepting my new feminine self, I wondered? I have never had any sexual experiences before (except with myself), and here I am pondering a truly loving and sexual relationship with a guy! Me girl, him guy, no less! I don’t even feel odd about it. I feel like it is the right way for things to be. He seems to agree. My heart was pounding, and it was time to step into my new romance! This is just too confusing.

As I gracefully swayed into the living room, Gary was sitting on the sofa nursing a beer. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed “Wow! You are beautiful! Come sit with your sweetie!”

I sat down beside him, and he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, and kissed me on top of the head like a little girl. I put my hand on his thigh and he let out a little groan. He moved his head down lower and gave me a light kiss behind my ear then began kissing a trail down my neck, finally trailing a little line of kisses back along my jaw back to my lips. As he kissed me my lips parted as if we had kissed a thousand times. His tongue entered my mouth without resistance as if to portend the future. We kissed and kissed, necking like teenagers as my hand moved absently to his thigh and to what was stirring nearby. I still couldn’t believe that little old me had the power to create such a response in this most perfect man!

I gently rubbed him through the material of his bathrobe while returning his breathless kisses. Slowly, he slides his soft hand under my nightgown and begins to lightly caress the skin on my stomach. Then carefully he moves his hand up to my breast and rubs my nipple with the palm of his hand, gradually gathering my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his fingers. I was going crazy! I had to do something or I was going to cum right there!

I kissed my way down his chest toward his manhood, but he pulled me up and said “Lets get into bed, sweetie.” He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

He sat me down and kissed me some more and laid me gently on my back. He slipped off his bathrobe and lay on top of me with nothing on but a smile. As if by reflex I spread my legs allowing him to lie between my legs. Oh, did I like that! I felt so under his power feeling his hard body on top of mine, his powerful muscles overpowering my timid resistance. As he began to kiss me, I began to unconsciously raise my legs as his hips began to grind into me. As he moved his kisses down to suckle on my nipples he played with my engorged boy clittie, causing me to mew gently.

His fingers again replaced his lips as he teased my nipples. Gradually, he began to kiss a trail of kisses down my stomach, then gently he moved my panties aside exposing my clittie. I began to resist slightly but he rubbed my stomach gently and purred “That’s ok, sweetheart I’m here for you.”

He began by sucking gently on the tip of my clittie, never taking more than the head in. His tongue was massaging the underside of the helmet bringing me to new heights of ecstasy. God, it was heavenly! As his tongue was licking the underside of my clitte, the sensation was building, a feeling that I have never felt before! It seemed to build so slowly, I was beside myself with this mysterious new passion. My hips were rocking gently, my toes were twitching, I could hear my self crying out “Ah, ah, ah, ahhh, Oh !”

Gradually, an oh-so-slow-motion orgasm rose from deep within me and rather than explode with gushes, it poured out into his waiting mouth in a steady stream of relief! Finally at last it began to throb and pump my life’s juices into his mouth. I was paralyzed with lust. I was tingling like I was being tickled with a thousand feathers. Never in my life have I experience such heights of passion!

I didn’t know what to do or what to think. I was so vulnerable now, and he knew it. He knew he had me in the palm of his hand, and that he had won my trust. He held my clittie in his mouth as I came down off this new high. I believe I just had the most special feminine orgasm delivered to my body by this most perfect lover.

Gradually, he moved his lips to mine and poured my seed into my mouth and kissed me again. I accepted his gift with joy.

As we intermixed our juices, he stayed on top of me. I have never quite felt so truly feminine before. I was so enchanted to have him laying on me as if to ensure that I knew my place in our relationship. It seemed so natural for me to accept my man’s gestures as I really saw no inclination at the moment for any other thoughts to creep in and interrupt my most perfect bliss!

Hmmm well enough about me! I just remembered he hasn’t cum yet! That means he is still hot! I had better turn up my fire and do my duty. After all, a good girl is not done until his man has climaxed, too! Oh what a wifely little tart I’ve become! I love it!

“Oh, baby. That was wonderful!” I mewed. “What can I do to be a better lover for you? I want you to keep me around, you know!”

“I would like you to be my full-time girl! You seem to be part way there, and I am loving it! You are perfect for me!” He said.

“Hmm, I like what I’m hearing! I mean, are we a couple? Like I am your girlfriend and you are my boyfriend?” I asked. (Sounding dense, I think).

“Yes, I like that idea! Would you like to get dressed up and go shopping tomorrow at the mall?”

“I don’t think I can pass that well. I’ll get nervous!”

“Don’t be. You just do your hair and makeup perfectly, and wear your cute yellow shorts and a sexy sweater and we’ll be fine! Try a bra and see how that fills out the top, ok? ”

I never really considered the effort needed to do a real passable remake. But like a good little girl, I replied, “Ok, I trust you. But if I blow it and we get embarrassed, remember I tried to talk you out of it!” I said.

“You’ll do fine, now come in and lie down with me!” He said, patting the bed.

It was a wonderfully odd feeling getting into bed with Gary since we had sex. I had never been in bed with anyone ever, except maybe my mother when I was a six year old. I slipped in to bed trying to be as elegant and slinky as I could be. Gary reached over and kissed me on the lips, “Goodnight sweetheart.” He said.

“Goodnight lover.” I replied as I smoothed my baby doll down and adjusted my panties and wiggled my little boobies to get comfortable.

Oh the dreams I had that night!

All too soon I woke up to a little daybreak filtering in through the window. I got up to brush my teeth and re-do my makeup and get “prepared” should Gary wake up with lust on his mind! I think I really like anticipating what my man will want. It seems so “right.” It just isn’t about me anymore. It’s about him. It’s about us. How strange. I can’t believe I am getting into this so easily! While I’m frittering along, Gary taps at the door, “Are you about done, baby?”

“Just finishing up, honey!” I replied as I exited the bathroom.

“Wow, you look great! Let me clean up too and I’ll join you back in the bed!”

I’m thinking, “Well, he sure is confident. Does he just think I’m going to just jump into bed with him because he thinks it is a good idea?” As I slip into bed I think to myself, “Really! We must have a chat about assuming I’m ready to be bedded just because ‘his maleness’ is near!”

Gary comes out of the bathroom sporting a major hard – on! Christ! I can’t believe my eyes! I’m spellbound! Butterflies are beginning to flit around inside my stomach! Cripes! My little clittie is beginning to stir. My shoulder angles are taunting me “Go ahead and complain. Are you his girl or aren’t you? You like being ‘her girlness’ don’t you, you pussy!” I’m beginning to pant, my lips are getting parched, my heart is racing. Oh yeah baby! We’ll talk later!

Gary slips into bed and says “Hi there, sweetie! Is there room for me too?”

“Of course, honey. There is always room for you, lover!”

He reaches over and kisses me gently on the lips as his hand gently caresses my stomach under the frilly fabric. He runs his hand down over my panties across my boy clittie, which is now rising in interest. Gently he brushes over the sensitive skin of my clittie, slowly and softly. He gently works his tongue in my mouth as I open a little to receive him and suck on it as I would a little dick. His breathing is harder as he moves to nibble on my earlobes, and put tender kisses on my neck.

As his kisses move lower he begins to suckle at my titties sending me into a spin of euphoria. As I arch my back to allow him better access to my breasts, he slips off my panties ever so slowly. As he suckles, his other hand is rolling my other nipple driving me insane with passion. Gradually, he moves his hand and gently massages the little rosebud of my boy pussy with something cool and slippery.

“Are you my girl, sweetie?” He asks.

“Of course, baby.” I whisper nervously.

I begin to worry what is going to happen next. I am getting scared. I’m thinking “Oh God, am I really up to this? Shit! Is he going to want to do what I think he wants to do? Can I possibly handle something that big entering me? Maybe I should try to talk him out of it! God, what do I do now?”

“Does that feel good, sweetie?” He asks.

“Um, I think so.” I reply.

Gently he rubs my little rosebud with his finger, up and down slowly. I begin to enjoy the sensation being delivered to my little virgin pussy, and absent-mindedly begin to gently move my hips to his tempo. Gradually, his finger slowly slips its way in and he teases my pussy in a circular motion, as he kisses my neck and suckles my earlobe. I’m feeling heavenly. Gently, he inserts a second finger next to the first and continues to very gently tease it into me like the first one. I continue to rock my hips as he moves his fingers in and out. He applies more lube and gently works another finger into my pussy.

“Are you OK, honey?”

“Oh, yes. Please don’t stop, but go slowly lover. I’ve never made love with anyone else before you.”

As he removes and reintroduces his fingers into my pussy I am feeling great. I am forcing my hips back to him to receive his probing. I can feel my pussy stretching, getting looser. I am panting in lust as he brushes my prostate. I feel like he could park a truck in there! What little pain there was is gone and replaced with a curiously delightful feeling.

Gary rolls over onto his knees and bends down and kisses me. He puts a pillow under my hips, and puts my legs on his shoulders, and kisses the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs, and behind my knees. Gently, he teases his cock against my little pussy lips, driving me crazy! Suddenly, he begins to enter me, just a little, and I open my eyes in shock, suddenly realizing an important fact of life: I had better accept the fact that I am here for him as his lover, and must do whatever he asks of me. He will never hurt me, it is just not his way. The sooner I surrender, the sooner I will be complete! I just hope he will be gentle with this shy virgin!”

Gary is looking down at me, looking into my eyes as he teases my hole with his cock. As he enters me farther, he slows progress and begins to rock in and out just a little. Each time he enters me a little more as I rock my hips and try to open my self more to receive him. Finally I feel the head slowly going in and out, preparing me for penetration. Then gradually, more and more of his cock is making it’s way inside me as he gently enters and retreats. I am beside myself with lust! He leans down and kisses me again,

“Are you still ok, honey?” He asks.

“Oh yes, oh God yes! I want you so bad!”

With just a little more thrusting, Gary is fully inside me. He pauses to let me adjust to his size and the euphoria I feel being taken for the first time. His cock is rocking in and out as I thrust to meet him. He begins to pick up speed as he thrusts into me! I can feel his balls banging against me! I am in heaven! He is pounding into me like a rabid wolf! The feelings I am experiencing are incredible!

I feel my juices rising within me as he pounds into me harder and faster. The upward tilt of his penis is rubbing me in all of the right places; I am oozing come all over me! I am close to an orgasm! His breathing is getting more ragged, he is sweating! Finally, his rhythm changes and he stiffens up and I feel him pulsing inside me, sending torrents of his seed deep within me. He reaches down and with the tiniest of touches to my clittie, I began to gush my load onto my stomach. He lays back down on me, our fingers still intertwined while he continues to kiss me as we begin to slowly come down.

Minutes later he says. “Roll over for me, sweetie.”

I do as he says and lay face down. He gets back on top of me and slips his still hard dick back into my pussy.

As he holds my hands in his, I feel his gentle breath on my neck. As he lies on top of me I realize that all of my needs have been met. If I am willing to give of myself in order to receive that which he offers, I will have a delightful role in this life as Gary’s girl. Quietly, I say a little prayer thanking God for delivering me into the arms of this man. I drift off to sleep, protecting his offering deep inside me with a grateful smile on my face and glee in my heart.

Oh, I wonder what the future will bring! I’ll keep you posted!

The End.. for now….

 

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This sissy doesn’t know what sh.e would do without The House to come to. This sissy has been so much happier after sh.e joined and has met a lot of sissy sisters that sh.e can relate to and confide in.… Read more “stacey”

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