March 4, 2013
From SaraSissyGirl Blog
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Monday, March 4, 2013
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He said I wasn't
quite qualified for the job I applied for, but he did have a special department
he could use me in.
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To
Footsniffer...one foot for you, one for me. Sara.
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Someone asked how I feel about Emily going to visit Evan.
Jealous, nervous, a little scared, somewhat hesitant. Yet I think about it
every night when I fall asleep in her arms. I think about her with him, feeling
him, remembering past times, old feelings. I think about her seducing him, on
top of him, feeling his body against hers. And every time she asks me if I'm
sure, I tell her yes, yes, yes. Yes to everything, she asked. Yes, yes, yes.
I know there's a difference, what she feels for me, love, friendship, deep,
companionship, solid. Thing she doesn't feel for him, things that are mine,
mine alone.
The weekend is something I want to give her, but something she wants to give
me, too.
So what do I feel? A mixture of apprehension and desire. I could say no. And I
don't want to.
UPDATE: Someone asked in the comments if I'd be locked up when she's gone. Um,
yes, most definitely, yes.
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And suddenly, I
realized what she was wearing, the bra, the panties, those were not new...they
were from trunk I'd hidden in the attic, those...those were mine!
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by Saragirl at 10:14 AM 2 comments
Monday, March 4, 2013
As the cab pulled up outside our hotel to pick us up, I shook
with nervousness, suddenly having second thoughts about what we were doing. But
she put her hands on the waistband of my tight shorts, whispered in my ear.
"Relax, honey. Look at the driver looking at you, he's looking at you the
same way all the guys at the club will. He doesn't see a man dressed as a
woman, he see's sees a pretty sissy gurl, the kind he'd like to get to know
better."
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Yes, Sissy, in
front of everyone
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