From SaraSissyGirl Blog
Monday,
June 7, 2010
Yes, it has been a week...maybe, maybe I'm ready to write
some more about her coming home.
What does one expect, me to just immediately start writing
after she got home?
I could not...still not sure if I can...
She came down the stairs to her room slowly, deliberately,
one agonizing step at a time.
I was semi excited, as I had been for hours, days, each step
of hers driving me a little wild in anticipation.
It was worse when I saw her.
Not all of her, she was moving too slow.
At first, just a foot, a shoe, a delicate heel, white,
matching her leg, covered in white nylons.
The heel, feminine, wrapped around her ankle.
Another step, a third.
I saw both legs, the hem of a white and blue sundress,
proper, almost, just below her knee, but mixed with her nylons, her heels,
erotic, thrilling.
It seemed to take her a minute, two, ten, who knows, to walk
all the way down the stairs.
She had a hand on the rail, a smirk on her face, as she
gazed at me.
"My, my, my, look what I found waiting for me,"
she said, her tone matching her eyes.
"Emily," I managed to say, softly, stunned at how
utterly beautiful she looked this moment, standing in front of me.
She said nothing, stood there, staring at me.
"What," I asked, shyly, finding it hard to meet
her gaze.
She did not answer, just looked at me.
"What," I asked again.
She put her hands on her hips, contorted her face, her
irritated face.
"The irony, the opposites, of what I just left, of what
I came home to, Evan, you, a man, a sissy."
She was teasing me, to great effect. She knew it, took
pleasure in it. Not because it was cruel, just the opposite, because she knew
exactly how powerful, how intoxicating, it was to me.
"You like," she asked, motioning to her dress?
"Yes," I said, "you...you're...you look
beautiful."
"Hmmmm," she moaned softly, again to great effect,
just as slowly, leaning against the wall, moving downward, sitting on the step.
"Evan said almost exactly the same thing this morning;
he seems to like seeing me in stockings as much as you do."
I had to close my eyes, the room was spinning.
"Sara," she said softly.
I was sitting on the bed, aware of my own attire, aware of
the tightness in my groin, eyes still closed.
"Sara," she said again.
I opened my eyes, looked at her again, the hem of her dress
pulled up over her knees, the tops of her stockings on full display.
"Were you a good girl this weekend?"
"Yes," I mumbled, what else could I have been?
She raised a foot to the railing, exposing more of her legs,
her skin, her beauty.
"I wasn't..."
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Okay, okay, that's all I can write in this sitting...I'm
sorry...I'll have more.
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