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Friday, December 21, 2012
1. A husband undressing his wife before they make love.
2. A man undressing someone else's wife before they fuck.
3. A husband dressing his wife before she goes out on a date.
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One way to keep
track of your sissy...
Buy them here: TWIRLY TRINKETS by TwirlyTrinkets on
Etsy
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Watching her
suck his cock I realized there was only one thing missing: my mouth licking
him, too.
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I know you're scared of it, I understand, but I know you
fantasize about it, dream about it, too.
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by Saragirl at 1:01 PM 8 comments
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"But I
don't want to wear panties."
She's heard it before but she's much more experienced at this
than you. Trust me, you'll be wearing panties and much more before the month is
out.
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Okay, the job
doesn't require the education I have, but I'd still do it for awhile.
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It's no wonder I
was always picked last when I was a kid. It's like the boys knew this was what
was inside me.
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by Saragirl at 9:56 AM 2 comments
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I just assume her husband it at home, in his maid's uniform,
taking care of the house like a good sissy.
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by Saragirl at 9:54 AM 1 comments
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Every woman
needs a foot slave. Seriously.
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"Ohhhh, sweetie, you didn't even make it to thirty seconds this time, I
guess it's another month in the cage."
He was frustrated, had been trying for six months now to learn to control his
premature ejaculation, to learn to last for five minutes, the time she told him
was necessary to fuck her again. But every month when she unlocked him, he
would cum quicker and quicker.
"It isn't working, Melinda," he said, frustrated.
"You need to focus more, the whole idea of the chastity cage is to take
your mind off sex."
"I try, Melinda," he said. The reality was the cage didn't take his
mind off sex, it made him think of it all the time, every day, so when she
finally released him, he was so excited, he couldn't last a minute any more.
Melinda reached for the cage, ready to lock him again. "I know you do,
love, I know."
She knew something else, too. As long as he wore the cage he would NEVER
improve his stamina. Never. Never last. Never. Never fuck her again. Never.
"Sweetie," she said, clicking the lock shut, "it want to talk
again what we talked about last month, you know, that book I got on
cuckolding."
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One way to keep
a sissy out of trouble when his wife's lover comes over.
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by Saragirl at 9:39 AM 1 comments
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The closest a
sissy's clit should be allowed to his wife's pussy.
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by Saragirl at 9:38 AM 0 comments
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Paul's boss walked into Paul's office, shut the door; Paul knew
whatever it was, it was serious.
"Mr. Williams?"
"Um, Paul, I got, um, the Christmas card, and..."
"You liked it," Paul asked hopefully. He had been trying to butter up
to Mr. Williams for some time, hoping for a promotion, more responsibility.
"Well, it was...different."
"I have to admit, it was Mary's idea and she arranged the picture and
everything, but it's from both of us. I have to admit I was reluctant at first,
even a bit scared, but she said she's been bored lately and wanted to try
something to spice up our marriage...you know things get." Paul was
thinking of how terrified he had been, skydiving out of an airplane, and maybe
it was kind of showoff-ish to use that on their Christmas Card, but it was
cool.
"Um, yea," Mr. Williams said, mouth dry. "You guys are serious
then, you meant it?"
"Of course, Mr. Williams," Paul said, "totally." Paul
wondered, what was the big deal about wishing someone the best Christmas ever.
"You're seriously okay with it."
"Like I said, at first, no, but Mary was right, we needed to do something
to mix things."
"I...I've always liked her..."
"What's not to like, she's a beautiful woman."
"Well okay then, I mean, who am I to argue with that," Mr. Williams
smiled as he turned to leave the office. "You know Paul, we need to talk
about that opening..."
*****
Paul thought something was strange about the conversation, forgot about it
until dinner, when he mentioned to Mary Mr. Williams thanked him for the card
she sent.
"That's nice of him," Mary said, "you sure he liked it."
"Yea, he was a little strange, he asked me if we really meant it, I mean,
it's just Merry Christmas. He did say he and I should talk about the promotion,
especially if..."
"If what?"
"I don't know, that was the strangest part, if you really meant it. Merry
Christmas? That's all it takes to get a promotion, a Merry Christmas from my
wife?"
Mary set her fork down. "Oh my god."
"What?''
Mary stood, went to her study, returned ashen faced. "Paul."
"What?"
"Paul, he...he didn't get the skydiving Christmas card."
"What do you mean?"
"He...he got something I...I had made for you."
She handed Paul the card she had made for her husband, not her husband's boss.
"Fuck, Mary."
"Paul, I..."
"I mean, fuck he...he thinks...he thinks you want to..."
"Paul," she said softly.
"Mary, he all but offered me the promotion because he thought you were
offering to...what are we going to to, Mary?"
Mary bit her lip, looked at her husband strangely. "Well he is kind of
cute," Mary said.
"MARY!"
"And we could use the money."
"But..."
"And it would sure spice things up..."
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I cannot decide which picture most resembles what I think Em looks like. Any thoughts?
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