From SaraSissyGirl Blog
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January 15, 2013
The only way I
really like to make love to Emily
Yes,
there's this discussion going on about March, about Evan, but the reality is,
it's something we both want, right or wrong. And it's not just about any guy,
it's about this guy in particular.
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Wonder who
she'll be kissing at midnight?
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All women are
nervous the first time they stand before a man, dressed in pretty lingerie, whether
they are genetic girls or sissies. Just remember, though, you have the ability
to make him very, very happy, if you desire.
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If you can see a
hint of lace above the waistband of your jeans...you might be a sissy.
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Just because he
isn't any good at team sports doesn't mean a young sissy shouldn't still take
up some physical activity.
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Open you mouth,
sweetie, he left something special for you in my panties.
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I like to wear
pantyhose under my lingerie, so Emily and I can play with my sissy clit totally
tucked safely away.
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Left alone with
nothing to do, a sissy will always find herself in trouble. Better to give her
something to play with if you must leave her alone for any length of time.
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When you dropped
him off, six months ago, you're husband looked just like any other man. No
more, though.
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