July 26, 2013
From SaraSissyGirl Blog
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Friday, July 26, 2013
He's only halfway in yet the bride already realizes how vast the
differences between sex with her new husband, who's waiting patiently
downstairs in the bar, and sex with a real man.
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What a well trained gurl wears under her uniform….
Source (and title)
| Transvestite
Training
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I love it when Emily wears skirts, I love it when she wears low
cut shirts, I love her body, she takes care of it, and I love seeing it.
But I love it when she wears things like this when I'm not around, when she's
out and about by herself, or having a meeting with a client. I love it when men
see her and stare at her and flirt with her and want her.
I love it when she dresses for herself, for me, but for someone else, too.
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My caged clit just started twitching
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I like to travel in the fall, I can wear cuter clothes
Source | Fashion
Is Truly Beautiful
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Thursday, July 25, 2013
The kind of lingerie that should be the staple of every
sissy's wardrobe.
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Wednesday, July 24, 2013
It's probably fake, but it just feels so right
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Quick Sissy! Catch It Before It Drips Out Of Me!
Leeanne's Sissy Musings:
"Quick Sissy! Catch It Before It Drips Out Of Me," my
wife urged me after her lover withdrew.
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When she goes out dressed like this and just happens to
forget to put on her wedding ring...yea, you might be a cuckold.
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When did it happen, that subtle switch, when did Emily learn that her nylon covered feet could be used to punish me, to tease, rather than to reward?
Was it the tenth time I told her how good she looked in stockings? The hundredth?
Was is day after day of her putting her feet in my lap and receiving a foot massage without asking?
Was it the first time she 'wasn't in the mood' for sex and I begged her to just let me lick her all over even if I didn't cum?
Or was it that pattern that started to get established, her orgasms being of paramount importance, mine, inconsequential. "If you want pamper me, be my guest," she'd say, "but I'm not in the mood to screw, so don't expect to screw."
Which slowly transformed to, "so don't expect to cum."
Which slowly transformed to, "here, let me lock it up."
Which slowly transformed to, "no, I'm not unlocking it today," and then, "this week," and then, "this month."
Yes became no which became yes but still no.
Yes for us became no, then yes for her and maybe for me, and finally yes for her and no, no, no.
And her feet, still her feet, I love them, I adore them, but her feet, which used to be a prelude to sex are now a reminder of something different, my devotion to her, my worship of her, things I do not to get something in return, but to show her how much I love her, how much I care.
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Source | Beautiful
Sissys
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