Generally i receive a lot of messages every day.
maybe 30 or 40.. it depends.. anyway a lot..
excuse me, i'm not able to answer to everyone.. for a simple reason..
i have to think to write my daily posts.. and i have to live my real life also ;))
Anyway it's not common to receive a real letter like this, i have dediced to post today..
oh.. don't worry.. about your privacy..
i have obtained the permission.. and i will never post anything without it..
feel always free to write me.. i know what's mean to mantain a secret..
But this letter was more of a simply talk.. it was a true love story..
incredible, interesting, suffered, intense.. and i loved so much..
except the real names.. i have decided to post it.. integrally!
a big kiss to the sweetest sissy author.. ;))
enjoy the sissy story number 44!
with love
Anna Malice
Life is such a blessing
My name is Stephanie, or sometimes when I feel particularly naughty, Stevie. Although I was born and grew up as just Steve. I happened on your blog about two weeks ago and it has really sent me in a new direction but I’m getting ahead of myself. First, you’re free to post this but I wanted you to know a little about myself and why I feel your blog has made such an impact on me.
My father died when I was 4 leaving my mom and older sister to basically raise me. We grew up in a neighborhood where most of the boys were a great deal older than me leaving me to play mostly with my sister and her friends. There was one in particular, Kim that was just absolutely stunning even as a teenager. I was always trying to find ways to impress her but she didn’t seem very interested. While she was 4 years older, I was smitten even then.
One afternoon when I was 12, my sister Lauren and Kim were “dressing up.” Applying makeup, trying on my mom’s dresses and jewelry when I sauntered in. I was bored so I just sort of sat and watched when Kim suggested they do me. I wasn’t crazy about the idea of dressing up but anything Kim wanted to do was fine by me. At first Lauren said they shouldn’t but when I said I didn’t care she was okay with it “as long as we didn’t tell mom.” Actually I didn’t want anyone to know I was dressing up as a girl so she had nothing to worry about.
Kim told me to strip down and I remember I had on little fruit of the loom briefs. She said that wouldn’t do and got me a pair of my sister’s panties. I’m not sure who was more embarrassed me or my sister Lauren, but I turned my back to them and slipped off my white briefs and put on the panties to Kim’s whistles. As embarrassed as I was, I was secretly thrilled that Kim seemed to notice me now.
We spent the rest of the afternoon with the girls applying blush, lipstick, mascara and having me put on nighties and panties. Sadly that was the only occasion even though I saw Kim often at the house until she moved away two years later.
It was at college when I was 19 that I saw Kim again. While she had attended undergraduate at a girl’s school, she was getting her Master’s at State where I was attending. I nearly ran across campus when I saw her, and we hugged. I made plans to meet her at a local bar / restaurant that evening where we caught up.
Over the next few weeks we really spent time together with me finding every excuse to be at places where she went for food, drinks, or just between classes on campus. She raked them up to coincidence but I had carefully watched her and made sure to run into her. One night at her apartment off campus, we were having beers, and after one too many I tried to kiss her. Her demeanor changed immediately and after a few minutes she confided she was a lesbian.
I was crushed but she told me the story of how she was introduced to lesbian sex at the all female college and had simply never looked back. Although she liked me a lot, even though we had an age difference, she simply loved the touch and feel of a woman. As much as that hurt, we still saw a good bit of each other and sort of joked about how we had a great relationship if we could just get past the sex part. I knew she saw several different women on campus but there didn’t seem to be one woman she was stuck on.
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
#1345 - Tutorial : Fellatio Lessons or How to Suck Cock
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Sunday, June 17, 2012
#1324 - Sissy Story 43 - My adventure
For this first sunday of this hot summer.. (here it's 36 degrees)
and for our weekly appointment with stories.. i decided to post something different..
not a tail written on the papar.. but a truly video-narration..
where fantasy is totally absent.. because everything you watch here it was for real!
I suppose this is amazing.. sissy evolution, here, is superb and complete!
even if this is a sort of self promotional video.. with something not really perfect..
I think this a wonderful clip indeed.. in which captions are able to illustrate every passage..
and images are witness of an incredible sissy birth!
really intriguing and hot.. would like to find a of videos like this! ;))
now, enjoy the sissy story number 43! ;)
Anna Malice
My adventure
and for our weekly appointment with stories.. i decided to post something different..
not a tail written on the papar.. but a truly video-narration..
where fantasy is totally absent.. because everything you watch here it was for real!
I suppose this is amazing.. sissy evolution, here, is superb and complete!
even if this is a sort of self promotional video.. with something not really perfect..
I think this a wonderful clip indeed.. in which captions are able to illustrate every passage..
and images are witness of an incredible sissy birth!
really intriguing and hot.. would like to find a of videos like this! ;))
now, enjoy the sissy story number 43! ;)
Anna Malice
My adventure
Sunday, June 10, 2012
#1303 - Sissy Story 42 - The Countess and the Contest
Again here for our sissy appointement.. with stories..
today, with one.. a really well written.. that remembers me Marquis de Sade..
not really for the cruelty of his tales... but for the mood of this situation..
anyway.. we missed, on our collection, a sissy maid chapter..
so i'm sure you will be delighted by this wonderful tale..
written with a sublime taste about details..
enjoy the sissy story number 42! ;)
with love
Anna Malice
The Countess and the Contest
"Heathyr." The haunting, melodic tones of the Countess' voice rang out
through the cold, silent house. Even after months in her service, I still
couldn't get over the way the exquisite marble floors and twelve-foot
arched ceilings managed to create seemingly impossible acoustics. It was
as if the entire house was built to obey her beck and call -- which
probably wasn't that far from the truth.
I froze in place, carefully bent at the waist, with my ass in the air.
My tight, binding corset did not allow for much freedom of movement. Even
if it had, I was too well trained to allow myself to ever relax my posture.
"Your presence is requested in the parlour."
A sudden chill trickled down my spine. The only time she `requested' my
presence was when there were guests to be served, or if she was
particularly angry with me. Since I had not been summoned to attend to the
door, I had to assume it wasn't the former. However, I couldn't recall
doing anything to prompt such anger in the usually serene Countess.
Regardless, it was my duty (and my pleasure) to obey.
With only the briefest hesitation, I gave the mahogany bookcase one last
wipe with the pink feather duster, and then hurried downstairs. The sound
of three-inch, silver tipped stiletto heels upon the marble stairs
announced my presence long before I arrived.
"You called, Countess?" I halted just inside the door of the parlour and
curtsied deeply. As my training dictated, I lifted my leather skirt high
enough to reveal the black satin panties beneath and waited. It hadn't
been easy earning the privilege of satin, so I was especially careful not
to give her cause to take them away.
"Hmm . . . smooth, no bulge, but I do believe that you are wet."
Despite the darkness, I couldn't miss the dangerous glint in her eye. "Is
it fresh, Heathyr?"
today, with one.. a really well written.. that remembers me Marquis de Sade..
not really for the cruelty of his tales... but for the mood of this situation..
anyway.. we missed, on our collection, a sissy maid chapter..
so i'm sure you will be delighted by this wonderful tale..
written with a sublime taste about details..
enjoy the sissy story number 42! ;)
with love
Anna Malice
The Countess and the Contest
"Heathyr." The haunting, melodic tones of the Countess' voice rang out
through the cold, silent house. Even after months in her service, I still
couldn't get over the way the exquisite marble floors and twelve-foot
arched ceilings managed to create seemingly impossible acoustics. It was
as if the entire house was built to obey her beck and call -- which
probably wasn't that far from the truth.
I froze in place, carefully bent at the waist, with my ass in the air.
My tight, binding corset did not allow for much freedom of movement. Even
if it had, I was too well trained to allow myself to ever relax my posture.
"Your presence is requested in the parlour."
A sudden chill trickled down my spine. The only time she `requested' my
presence was when there were guests to be served, or if she was
particularly angry with me. Since I had not been summoned to attend to the
door, I had to assume it wasn't the former. However, I couldn't recall
doing anything to prompt such anger in the usually serene Countess.
Regardless, it was my duty (and my pleasure) to obey.
With only the briefest hesitation, I gave the mahogany bookcase one last
wipe with the pink feather duster, and then hurried downstairs. The sound
of three-inch, silver tipped stiletto heels upon the marble stairs
announced my presence long before I arrived.
"You called, Countess?" I halted just inside the door of the parlour and
curtsied deeply. As my training dictated, I lifted my leather skirt high
enough to reveal the black satin panties beneath and waited. It hadn't
been easy earning the privilege of satin, so I was especially careful not
to give her cause to take them away.
"Hmm . . . smooth, no bulge, but I do believe that you are wet."
Despite the darkness, I couldn't miss the dangerous glint in her eye. "Is
it fresh, Heathyr?"
Sunday, June 3, 2012
#1282 - Sissy Story 41 - Sarah's Story
Returns the appointment with sissy stories..
today with a really complete long tales about mature sissy..
In truth is a story of domination and first time experience with cock..
I wanted post this story expecially because i think there are a lot of virgin mature sissies..
for example like me.. with my 39 years old.. and older..
wanting to mean.. it's never too late.. for love..
life is always open for new experience also for us..
because everyone always deserves a second chanche!
enjoy the sissy story number 41! ;)
with love
Anna Malice
Sarah's Story
I couldn't believe it. Here I was in bed with an older man – and one that I most wanted as he lay there sated by my ministrations to him.
It had all started two weeks earlier when I had changed my profile on one of the sites that I regularly use. Up until then, I had been 'Mr versatile' – willing to do anything anyone wanted – pretty bland actually.
Now what I had written was the following:
"Young 52 year old, looking for an older man, early to mid sixties, still sexually active willing to be my top. Would love to get together and decide what our roles would be and then keep them going whenever we meet. I am a submissive who loves the idea of doing as I am told and being humiliated as well. I have been told by other lovers that my oral is very good. However, I have barely had my bottom fucked in my life and would be looking for my top to change that. I also love outdoor sex. Anyone interested?"
For a week I didn't get anything. Then one day I got a reply:
"I would be VERY interested in meeting with you. Recently divorced and have own place. Wife walked out on me because of my bisexuality and left her belongings behind. Do you X dress as well? I am 63 and am still well up for it (as it were) and would love to use you. Particularly like the idea of taking your cherry, though I do love being sucked. Do you swallow? I'm afraid you will have to do as you are told and do so if we meet. I am into role play and would ensure that you followed my rules. Wonder, are you into threesomes/foursomes as well? I have some friends my age who would be interested. I live in Woking so would be willing to meet anywhere in the area and we could see if we are compatible. I include pictures so that you can see what you are getting yourself into. Let me know what you think."
WOW!!!!! I had never had a reply this explicit, this positive before. With shaking hands I clicked on the photos, three of them. One was of him full length and dressed. From what I could see he was about 6 feet and was a fuller build than me – ideal! He was reasonable looking and had a look about him of a man that knew what he wanted. The second was a picture of his cock. Oh god, I wanted it from the moment I saw it. It looked about 8" long, not too big, but long enough to choke me a bit and fill my aching bot. And it was fully erect! Lovely! The third was a picture of him full length naked. He looked good – a bit of fat around the waist, but haven't we all?
I'm afraid I babbled a bit in my reply – told him that I would love to meet him, would love to have his cock in me, yes I cross dressed when I had the chance and I LOVED 3 somes and 4 somes and I told him I was a virgin to this sort of game. I told him he sounded perfect.
I was also honest with him. I told him I was married and had to be discrete. I told him my time was limited when I could generally meet. To be honest, I thought this would lose him, but it's pointless being any less than honest. I ended with asking him if he could meet that Friday and if he could I would give him the best blow job he had ever had!
He must have been sitting at his computer, because I had a reply within 30 minutes. Yes he would love to meet me Friday at a time and place of my choosing where we could chat. He liked my age because young men were not as experienced. No he did not have a problem with me being married. He was self employed so his time was flexible. He lived in a flat in Chobham, so he was close to Guildford. He was particularly pleased that I cross dressed and liked 3 somes. He ended by saying he would keep me to the blow job, but I had to swallow.
today with a really complete long tales about mature sissy..
In truth is a story of domination and first time experience with cock..
I wanted post this story expecially because i think there are a lot of virgin mature sissies..
for example like me.. with my 39 years old.. and older..
wanting to mean.. it's never too late.. for love..
life is always open for new experience also for us..
because everyone always deserves a second chanche!
enjoy the sissy story number 41! ;)
with love
Anna Malice
Sarah's Story
I couldn't believe it. Here I was in bed with an older man – and one that I most wanted as he lay there sated by my ministrations to him.
It had all started two weeks earlier when I had changed my profile on one of the sites that I regularly use. Up until then, I had been 'Mr versatile' – willing to do anything anyone wanted – pretty bland actually.
Now what I had written was the following:
"Young 52 year old, looking for an older man, early to mid sixties, still sexually active willing to be my top. Would love to get together and decide what our roles would be and then keep them going whenever we meet. I am a submissive who loves the idea of doing as I am told and being humiliated as well. I have been told by other lovers that my oral is very good. However, I have barely had my bottom fucked in my life and would be looking for my top to change that. I also love outdoor sex. Anyone interested?"
For a week I didn't get anything. Then one day I got a reply:
"I would be VERY interested in meeting with you. Recently divorced and have own place. Wife walked out on me because of my bisexuality and left her belongings behind. Do you X dress as well? I am 63 and am still well up for it (as it were) and would love to use you. Particularly like the idea of taking your cherry, though I do love being sucked. Do you swallow? I'm afraid you will have to do as you are told and do so if we meet. I am into role play and would ensure that you followed my rules. Wonder, are you into threesomes/foursomes as well? I have some friends my age who would be interested. I live in Woking so would be willing to meet anywhere in the area and we could see if we are compatible. I include pictures so that you can see what you are getting yourself into. Let me know what you think."
WOW!!!!! I had never had a reply this explicit, this positive before. With shaking hands I clicked on the photos, three of them. One was of him full length and dressed. From what I could see he was about 6 feet and was a fuller build than me – ideal! He was reasonable looking and had a look about him of a man that knew what he wanted. The second was a picture of his cock. Oh god, I wanted it from the moment I saw it. It looked about 8" long, not too big, but long enough to choke me a bit and fill my aching bot. And it was fully erect! Lovely! The third was a picture of him full length naked. He looked good – a bit of fat around the waist, but haven't we all?
I'm afraid I babbled a bit in my reply – told him that I would love to meet him, would love to have his cock in me, yes I cross dressed when I had the chance and I LOVED 3 somes and 4 somes and I told him I was a virgin to this sort of game. I told him he sounded perfect.
I was also honest with him. I told him I was married and had to be discrete. I told him my time was limited when I could generally meet. To be honest, I thought this would lose him, but it's pointless being any less than honest. I ended with asking him if he could meet that Friday and if he could I would give him the best blow job he had ever had!
He must have been sitting at his computer, because I had a reply within 30 minutes. Yes he would love to meet me Friday at a time and place of my choosing where we could chat. He liked my age because young men were not as experienced. No he did not have a problem with me being married. He was self employed so his time was flexible. He lived in a flat in Chobham, so he was close to Guildford. He was particularly pleased that I cross dressed and liked 3 somes. He ended by saying he would keep me to the blow job, but I had to swallow.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
#1231 - Sissy Story 40 - Where I have never gone before
"Hi anna, i love your blog, i go on it everyday.
I wanted to give you a story of one of my encounters if you wanted to post it on your blog..."
as you easly imagine.. for the sissy story of this week..
i'm really proud to host an original tale from Jessica CD..
A true story?!? i don't know..
An interesting deep sexual tale as you never read?!... yes, of course!
When i read it i felt so confusing sensations..
like the protagonist.. i was in a vortex of opposite feelings..
disgusting at the beginning.. truly aroused in the middle and at the end!
there are a lot of dirty hard sexual fantasies.. maybe not for all..
then, don't imitate what you read here.. some of them are truly dungerous and disputabile..
feel free to write your opinions.. bad or good.. only with respect!
Fiction or truth, i think this is a really amazing tale..
able to put our sissy awareness to the extreme..
because even if i suppose to love to be dominated and humiliated... also, hard humiliated..
i don't really know where could be my limits.. and how i could able to respond.. to this kind of dirty imputs..
anyway, whatever is your opinion about..
I want send a lot of thanks to Jessica CD to have sent me this precious gift! ;))
enjoy the sissy story number 40! ;)
Anna Malice
Where I have never gone before
It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I find guys from all over, talk, email, text sometimes. But when it really comes down to it I get too scared. I've been with this guy before, his cock is soda can thick and he's really rough. The day after my first encounter with him, I literally couldn't walk properly or sit down comfortably. It's exactly what I look for in a guy. Tall, muscular, dominant, big cock. Lately though, I've been dodging him. We agreed to meet this one time two weeks ago, I was really horny and constantly emailed him throughout the week. But when the night to meet him came, I chickened out. Scared he would fuck me too hard the next time we'd meet, I kept dodging him, giving him excuse after excuse... until tonight. I just can't take it. I need him, someone, anyone to put me in my place and make me feel like the little girl I am. And he's always available. Especially for his little filipina hoe.
So here I am, waiting in my car for his call. I'm sitting in the back seat wearing a yellow polka-dot thong, frilly black fishnets, clear platform high heels, and a little black dress. I start to rub my little clit thinking about what is going to happen to me tonight. In my head I keep replaying a scene of me getting pummeled from behind by his big black cock, loving every second of it, telling him to rape me harder as I take it deep in my ass like a good girl. I start stroking, edging myself and then stopping. I do this a couple of times as doubt starts to fill my head. Is he going to come? I think to myself.
I get really sad in my head and begin to ask myself questions like, "Why am I such a stupid bitch, no one wants to use my worthless asshole.."
I start thinking crazy thoughts, like just walking on the streets in my skimpy outfit until someone picks me up and really rapes me. Until finally, I receive a text from him.
"Come to front of door now and wait there".
I wanted to give you a story of one of my encounters if you wanted to post it on your blog..."
as you easly imagine.. for the sissy story of this week..
i'm really proud to host an original tale from Jessica CD..
A true story?!? i don't know..
An interesting deep sexual tale as you never read?!... yes, of course!
When i read it i felt so confusing sensations..
like the protagonist.. i was in a vortex of opposite feelings..
disgusting at the beginning.. truly aroused in the middle and at the end!
there are a lot of dirty hard sexual fantasies.. maybe not for all..
then, don't imitate what you read here.. some of them are truly dungerous and disputabile..
feel free to write your opinions.. bad or good.. only with respect!
Fiction or truth, i think this is a really amazing tale..
able to put our sissy awareness to the extreme..
because even if i suppose to love to be dominated and humiliated... also, hard humiliated..
i don't really know where could be my limits.. and how i could able to respond.. to this kind of dirty imputs..
anyway, whatever is your opinion about..
I want send a lot of thanks to Jessica CD to have sent me this precious gift! ;))
enjoy the sissy story number 40! ;)
Anna Malice
Where I have never gone before
It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I find guys from all over, talk, email, text sometimes. But when it really comes down to it I get too scared. I've been with this guy before, his cock is soda can thick and he's really rough. The day after my first encounter with him, I literally couldn't walk properly or sit down comfortably. It's exactly what I look for in a guy. Tall, muscular, dominant, big cock. Lately though, I've been dodging him. We agreed to meet this one time two weeks ago, I was really horny and constantly emailed him throughout the week. But when the night to meet him came, I chickened out. Scared he would fuck me too hard the next time we'd meet, I kept dodging him, giving him excuse after excuse... until tonight. I just can't take it. I need him, someone, anyone to put me in my place and make me feel like the little girl I am. And he's always available. Especially for his little filipina hoe.
So here I am, waiting in my car for his call. I'm sitting in the back seat wearing a yellow polka-dot thong, frilly black fishnets, clear platform high heels, and a little black dress. I start to rub my little clit thinking about what is going to happen to me tonight. In my head I keep replaying a scene of me getting pummeled from behind by his big black cock, loving every second of it, telling him to rape me harder as I take it deep in my ass like a good girl. I start stroking, edging myself and then stopping. I do this a couple of times as doubt starts to fill my head. Is he going to come? I think to myself.
I get really sad in my head and begin to ask myself questions like, "Why am I such a stupid bitch, no one wants to use my worthless asshole.."
I start thinking crazy thoughts, like just walking on the streets in my skimpy outfit until someone picks me up and really rapes me. Until finally, I receive a text from him.
"Come to front of door now and wait there".
Sunday, May 6, 2012
#1210 - Sissy Story 39 - the starting of something beautiful
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Sunday, April 29, 2012
#1189 - Sissy Story 38 - Fantasy to Reality - Chapter 2 - by G.A. - SlickG
As you know.. I was really busy in the latest months.. my new job conducted me in different towns..
i changed my home.. and i was forced to conduce this blog.. with a lot of acrobatics.
I'm really sorry.. I not been able to answer to your numerous emails.. forgive me.. and believe me..
it was impossible for me! ;((
Without a stable internet connection.. with limited time and resources..
my efforts on daily posting were duplicated!!
As usual.. bad behaviours on this blog are always here.. i mean.. bad comments.. against people..
or comments including links to promote oneself.. or some sites.. (ridiculous, if you need publicity..
write me in private.. it will be better and most useful for you)
and bad private messages against myself.. of course never end.. (I got used.. and i don't care so much)..
anyway.. despite these troubles.. in this while of several restrictions.. incredibly.. again, visitors of this site are increased of 20%.. and i found a lot of unexpected help from some new wonderful friends..
these are wonderful news.. and I could be proud of my hard efforts.. and really happy of these results and sinergies.. (new friends are always a beautiful thing)..
well in truth i'm happy of what i'm making here.. and i'm always happy to entertain you..
now.. what makes me really sad.. in the last times.. is the absence of your partecipation..
with so few ratings on the videos you are numerous watching everyday..
well.. let me tell you that your indifference is the worst thing for me.. and makes me really sad!
so please.. try to rate the video you watch.. everytime you are watching it..
make me understand you were here.. and what you like or dislike..
it's easy as a click.. and you will sure to make me happy! ;))
now enjoy the second chapter of the wonderful new saga of SlickG.. "Fantasy to Reality"
the continuos of the great Chapter 1 posted last sunday.. number #1168
If you have time i council to take a look to his interesting site: Cuckold Desires
now enjoy the sissy story number 38! ;)
Anna Malice
Fantasy to Reality
Chapter 2
I faded in and out of consciousness
My mind was pulsating from the excitement of a glorious dream, it involved a sissy kneeling subservient at the feet of her master, a single drop of cum dripped from her bottom lip and landed in the small puddle on the floor. The sissy's eyes looked up at the recently serviced glistening cock, thick and bulging from the huge orgasm...
My eyes began to open, just thin slits allowing the smallest speck of light to illuminate very blurred vision before I faded back into another glorious dream; A sissy was strapped to a table in the middle of a crowded bar, bent over and completely naked, men were gathered around the sissy with their hard cocks in their hands, pumping furiously, the sissy moaned and begged as they took turns violating every hole she had...
The cycle continued, a tilting equilibrium between thinly veiled consciousness and erotic dreams that seemed to last forever. I lived entranced in the cycle completely unaware of the world around me, I felt like I was sinking into something, something that I couldn't describe but knew that It was my destiny to fulfill. Hundreds of images began flicking through my mind like an accelerated flipbook, the images were different and hard to discern but the theme involved sexy sluts worshipping and pleasing cocks, countless women were kneeling at cocks, sucking them, sucking multiple cocks, being fucked and used. Images of supermodels posing on catwalks in lingerie began to race through also, topless strippers on poles, pop stars dancing erotically in music videos surrounded by men, all the imagery began to entwine and intermingle with the explicit ones. The images moved faster and faster, void of sound but I could feel an ever increasing noise, a primal rousing of desire and emotion riding the wave of this visual onslaught. The images guided my feelings, sculpted them, the feelings already existed but they were being enhanced and trained, manipulated to a higher purpose. The flipbook moved faster and faster and surges of desire filled my brain, overwhelming it, still the speed increased and this soundless noise pierced my being, the images became just flashes of white which grew brighter and brighter until I felt like I could no longer endure this onslaught...
i changed my home.. and i was forced to conduce this blog.. with a lot of acrobatics.
I'm really sorry.. I not been able to answer to your numerous emails.. forgive me.. and believe me..
it was impossible for me! ;((
Without a stable internet connection.. with limited time and resources..
my efforts on daily posting were duplicated!!
As usual.. bad behaviours on this blog are always here.. i mean.. bad comments.. against people..
or comments including links to promote oneself.. or some sites.. (ridiculous, if you need publicity..
write me in private.. it will be better and most useful for you)
and bad private messages against myself.. of course never end.. (I got used.. and i don't care so much)..
anyway.. despite these troubles.. in this while of several restrictions.. incredibly.. again, visitors of this site are increased of 20%.. and i found a lot of unexpected help from some new wonderful friends..
these are wonderful news.. and I could be proud of my hard efforts.. and really happy of these results and sinergies.. (new friends are always a beautiful thing)..
well in truth i'm happy of what i'm making here.. and i'm always happy to entertain you..
now.. what makes me really sad.. in the last times.. is the absence of your partecipation..
with so few ratings on the videos you are numerous watching everyday..
well.. let me tell you that your indifference is the worst thing for me.. and makes me really sad!
so please.. try to rate the video you watch.. everytime you are watching it..
make me understand you were here.. and what you like or dislike..
it's easy as a click.. and you will sure to make me happy! ;))
now enjoy the second chapter of the wonderful new saga of SlickG.. "Fantasy to Reality"
the continuos of the great Chapter 1 posted last sunday.. number #1168
If you have time i council to take a look to his interesting site: Cuckold Desires
now enjoy the sissy story number 38! ;)
Anna Malice
Fantasy to Reality
Chapter 2
I faded in and out of consciousness
My mind was pulsating from the excitement of a glorious dream, it involved a sissy kneeling subservient at the feet of her master, a single drop of cum dripped from her bottom lip and landed in the small puddle on the floor. The sissy's eyes looked up at the recently serviced glistening cock, thick and bulging from the huge orgasm...
My eyes began to open, just thin slits allowing the smallest speck of light to illuminate very blurred vision before I faded back into another glorious dream; A sissy was strapped to a table in the middle of a crowded bar, bent over and completely naked, men were gathered around the sissy with their hard cocks in their hands, pumping furiously, the sissy moaned and begged as they took turns violating every hole she had...
The cycle continued, a tilting equilibrium between thinly veiled consciousness and erotic dreams that seemed to last forever. I lived entranced in the cycle completely unaware of the world around me, I felt like I was sinking into something, something that I couldn't describe but knew that It was my destiny to fulfill. Hundreds of images began flicking through my mind like an accelerated flipbook, the images were different and hard to discern but the theme involved sexy sluts worshipping and pleasing cocks, countless women were kneeling at cocks, sucking them, sucking multiple cocks, being fucked and used. Images of supermodels posing on catwalks in lingerie began to race through also, topless strippers on poles, pop stars dancing erotically in music videos surrounded by men, all the imagery began to entwine and intermingle with the explicit ones. The images moved faster and faster, void of sound but I could feel an ever increasing noise, a primal rousing of desire and emotion riding the wave of this visual onslaught. The images guided my feelings, sculpted them, the feelings already existed but they were being enhanced and trained, manipulated to a higher purpose. The flipbook moved faster and faster and surges of desire filled my brain, overwhelming it, still the speed increased and this soundless noise pierced my being, the images became just flashes of white which grew brighter and brighter until I felt like I could no longer endure this onslaught...
Sunday, April 22, 2012
#1168 - Sissy Story 37 - Fantasy to Reality by G.A. - SlickG
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Sunday, April 15, 2012
#1147 - Sissy Story 36 - Becoming Linda
Becoming Linda is simply an amazing story..
i'm really proud to share it.. because is enough long, well detailed, sensual and so exciting..
perfect to describe inner sensations of a sissy..
perfect to remind me a lot of similar personal fantasies i have imagined in my life..
by an high writing quality.. by a lot of realistic details..
by a soft and sensual fascinating preamble.. ;
enjoy the sissy story number 36! ;)
Anna Malice
Becoming Linda
I am in my late teens with a very feminine side that I started discovering much earlier. I live with my sister, my mom whose a workaholic, and my stepfather John who is caucasian.
I am Chinese-American, 5 feet, 4 inches tall with a nice, completely hairless body except my pubic area and under my armpits. My body is a bit on the full side, and I have long, thick and soft black hair that I keep in a pony tail. According to my sister, I have the greatest butt any girl would die to have, and I tend to agree with her as I look at my profile in the mirror, especially when I wear her undies. I have a very small cock that is about 3.5 inches when I am excited and no more than one inch in normal circumstances which used to embarrass the hell out of me in school when we have to take a shower after PE classes. But when I cum, I heavily ejaculate. Due to the small size of my cock I am not able to pee standing without making a mess, so my mom forced me for as long as I remember to pee sitting;
-"like the girl you were meant to be" as my stepfather always says.
Since we grew up poor until she married John, she had me share my sister's underwear. I never had a problem with that; actually I enjoyed it, especially when I wear the satin undies that rub very nicely on my butt and "cockett" as my sister calls my dick.
To tune my body, I have been going to Jimbo's Gym for the last 3 months, it is a small gym and even though I hated the owner Jim, it is the only one my mom would let me go to since it was a walking distance from our house, and it was cheap.
About a month after I joined the gym I noticed that Sterve, Jim's only help, had a lot more interest in me than any of the other members. Steve who was a senior in the same all-boys Catholic high school I went to, was like me, a lot on the shy side. We never talked in school since he was in a higher class, but I have certainly noticed him. He was well built, handsome and never picked on me like the others did. It was obvious he desperately needed the money for him to have stuck it out working for Jim for the last 6 months.
Jim was very different from Steve and myself; he was black, much taller than either one of us, and at 35 was a lot older than either of us. He also was very mean and intimidating. No wonder he could not keep many of his customers or maintain his business. I always felt sorry for the way he treated Steve, and I think it was obvious to Steve that I sympathized with him but I did not dare make Jim notice this.
I guess, Steve noticed and felt that he wanted to be nice to me in return, or at least this is what I initially thought, so he acted like a personal trainer any time he got a chance without drawing Jim's attention.
i'm really proud to share it.. because is enough long, well detailed, sensual and so exciting..
perfect to describe inner sensations of a sissy..
perfect to remind me a lot of similar personal fantasies i have imagined in my life..
by an high writing quality.. by a lot of realistic details..
by a soft and sensual fascinating preamble.. ;
enjoy the sissy story number 36! ;)
Anna Malice
Becoming Linda
I am in my late teens with a very feminine side that I started discovering much earlier. I live with my sister, my mom whose a workaholic, and my stepfather John who is caucasian.
I am Chinese-American, 5 feet, 4 inches tall with a nice, completely hairless body except my pubic area and under my armpits. My body is a bit on the full side, and I have long, thick and soft black hair that I keep in a pony tail. According to my sister, I have the greatest butt any girl would die to have, and I tend to agree with her as I look at my profile in the mirror, especially when I wear her undies. I have a very small cock that is about 3.5 inches when I am excited and no more than one inch in normal circumstances which used to embarrass the hell out of me in school when we have to take a shower after PE classes. But when I cum, I heavily ejaculate. Due to the small size of my cock I am not able to pee standing without making a mess, so my mom forced me for as long as I remember to pee sitting;
-"like the girl you were meant to be" as my stepfather always says.
Since we grew up poor until she married John, she had me share my sister's underwear. I never had a problem with that; actually I enjoyed it, especially when I wear the satin undies that rub very nicely on my butt and "cockett" as my sister calls my dick.
To tune my body, I have been going to Jimbo's Gym for the last 3 months, it is a small gym and even though I hated the owner Jim, it is the only one my mom would let me go to since it was a walking distance from our house, and it was cheap.
About a month after I joined the gym I noticed that Sterve, Jim's only help, had a lot more interest in me than any of the other members. Steve who was a senior in the same all-boys Catholic high school I went to, was like me, a lot on the shy side. We never talked in school since he was in a higher class, but I have certainly noticed him. He was well built, handsome and never picked on me like the others did. It was obvious he desperately needed the money for him to have stuck it out working for Jim for the last 6 months.
Jim was very different from Steve and myself; he was black, much taller than either one of us, and at 35 was a lot older than either of us. He also was very mean and intimidating. No wonder he could not keep many of his customers or maintain his business. I always felt sorry for the way he treated Steve, and I think it was obvious to Steve that I sympathized with him but I did not dare make Jim notice this.
I guess, Steve noticed and felt that he wanted to be nice to me in return, or at least this is what I initially thought, so he acted like a personal trainer any time he got a chance without drawing Jim's attention.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
#1126 - Sissy Story 35 - The unexpected always happens
Nice and fresh story for our sissy appointment.. with sissy tales..
For today i chosen this short story.. expecially for its innocence and simplicity..
even if in it.. i found my best fashinating fantasy.. about the big black lover..
well about this.. i would like to be clear..
in my opinion, it's not always a size matter.. qnd cock is not the more interesing thing in a man!
rather, to feel big arms.. or a strong personality.. often is the best thing for a sissy like me!! ;))
An Involuntary fumble.. for a young sissy.. generates her first sexual encounter..
enjoy the sissy story number 35! ;)
Anna Malice
The unexpected always happens
I came into school wearing a pair of my sister's panties in the morning under my school uniform purely because it felt great. Plus I knew I was getting away with something, wearing soft female underwear when all the rest of the boys at school had no idea. I slipped on the white lacy tangas as soon as I got out of the shower, and it felt so good as I moved them up my shaved legs and over my ass. I made sure they were tight and snug as could be before sighing in pleasure. I checked my bubble butt out in the mirror, raising my arms and doing a little shake. I laughed at myself, slapping a butt cheek for good measure.
I got to school and went through the day without interruption, hanging out with my friends at lunch and every so often being reminded I was wearing panties if I moved the right way accidentally. Every time that happened my heart skipped a beat and I arched my back, kind of liking the feeling I got from doing that.
I got into my last class, a computer class and sat down in my usual spot. I had no friends in this class, most of them were from the basketball team; tall, black, and built like bulls, not the slim nerdy kids I usually hung around. The teacher was the basketball coach, and he was just as muscular and tall. It was pretty intimidating every time I had to talk to him..
When I had walked in I felt the eyes of everyone in the class on me for some reason. It felt kind of weird and I didn't know why so I just sat down and daydreamed about going home and putting on a bra with two balloons in it and walking around the house in one of my mom's dresses. I shifted around a few times during class, moving my butt up against the back of my chair, loving the feel of the tangas against my skin. The bell rang and we were all filing out of the room when I suddenly felt Mr. Willis' hand on my back.
"I need to talk to you about your grades Casey," he said to me. I thought to myself, what could be wrong with my grades? I was a straight A student, there shouldn't be anything wrong with my grades. Maybe he wanted to congratulate me on the last test he hadn't handed back yet!
"Sure Mr. Willis," I said and suddenly felt his hand brush past my ass as he turned around. Thinking it was an accident, I turned around and stood in front of his desk where he sat. He waited until all the rest of my classmates had left the room before turning back to me. He was a huge man, his shirt practically stretched with his muscles whenever he moved, and he must have been at least 6'3", if not more.
"Casey, I think the class and I found out something interesting today about you," he said, "You like wearing women's panties!"
My heart stopped. My face flushed red and I looked down. I had no idea what to do but stutter a response, "Wh..what? N-no I don't!"
For today i chosen this short story.. expecially for its innocence and simplicity..
even if in it.. i found my best fashinating fantasy.. about the big black lover..
well about this.. i would like to be clear..
in my opinion, it's not always a size matter.. qnd cock is not the more interesing thing in a man!
rather, to feel big arms.. or a strong personality.. often is the best thing for a sissy like me!! ;))
An Involuntary fumble.. for a young sissy.. generates her first sexual encounter..
enjoy the sissy story number 35! ;)
Anna Malice
The unexpected always happens
I came into school wearing a pair of my sister's panties in the morning under my school uniform purely because it felt great. Plus I knew I was getting away with something, wearing soft female underwear when all the rest of the boys at school had no idea. I slipped on the white lacy tangas as soon as I got out of the shower, and it felt so good as I moved them up my shaved legs and over my ass. I made sure they were tight and snug as could be before sighing in pleasure. I checked my bubble butt out in the mirror, raising my arms and doing a little shake. I laughed at myself, slapping a butt cheek for good measure.
I got to school and went through the day without interruption, hanging out with my friends at lunch and every so often being reminded I was wearing panties if I moved the right way accidentally. Every time that happened my heart skipped a beat and I arched my back, kind of liking the feeling I got from doing that.
I got into my last class, a computer class and sat down in my usual spot. I had no friends in this class, most of them were from the basketball team; tall, black, and built like bulls, not the slim nerdy kids I usually hung around. The teacher was the basketball coach, and he was just as muscular and tall. It was pretty intimidating every time I had to talk to him..
When I had walked in I felt the eyes of everyone in the class on me for some reason. It felt kind of weird and I didn't know why so I just sat down and daydreamed about going home and putting on a bra with two balloons in it and walking around the house in one of my mom's dresses. I shifted around a few times during class, moving my butt up against the back of my chair, loving the feel of the tangas against my skin. The bell rang and we were all filing out of the room when I suddenly felt Mr. Willis' hand on my back.
"I need to talk to you about your grades Casey," he said to me. I thought to myself, what could be wrong with my grades? I was a straight A student, there shouldn't be anything wrong with my grades. Maybe he wanted to congratulate me on the last test he hadn't handed back yet!
"Sure Mr. Willis," I said and suddenly felt his hand brush past my ass as he turned around. Thinking it was an accident, I turned around and stood in front of his desk where he sat. He waited until all the rest of my classmates had left the room before turning back to me. He was a huge man, his shirt practically stretched with his muscles whenever he moved, and he must have been at least 6'3", if not more.
"Casey, I think the class and I found out something interesting today about you," he said, "You like wearing women's panties!"
My heart stopped. My face flushed red and I looked down. I had no idea what to do but stutter a response, "Wh..what? N-no I don't!"
Sunday, April 1, 2012
#1105 - Sissy Story 34 - First time out
our sissy appointment.. with erotic tales..
i'm not sure.. you really like this collection..
anyway we arrived at numebr 34.. a lot..
for today i choosen another first time fantasy..
i'm really addicted by first time stories.. they are my favorite..
maybe because i'm a virgin sissy.. i don't know..
anywyay for today there is a strange casual encounter..
in which a virgin crossdresser receives her first taste and loves it.
enjoy the sissy story number 34! ;)
Anna Malice
First time out
On the surface I appear to be just a normal average clean cut guy. But internally I am a very conflicted person not really knowing who I am. I'm small in stature standing only 5'6" and weighing 130 pounds and while this led to much ridicule growing up it has been a blessing of sorts in my adult life. You see one of the conflicts in me is my desire to be a woman. I have been dealing with it off and on since I was 10. And as many other young people I was also taught that these feelings were not normal and that there was something wrong with me for feeling this way. Because of that I went for months and years denying everything and trying to shut it out of my mind. After I graduated high school, I left home and joined the United States Air Force (USAF) and have been in for 5 years. I have managed to make some rank and with that rank and my time in one of the perks I have is that I now have a room to myself. I reside in what is known as an Unaccompanied Non-commissioned Officer dormitory or NCOQ.
Having a room to myself I have been able to spend time wearing women's clothing and I enjoy it tremendously. I had done some crossdressing when I was younger but I was always so afraid I would get caught and was almost never able to spend more than a few minutes in various states of being dressed but never completely done up.
As my time rooming alone became a reality I began to acquire some articles of women's clothing. At first it was just a couple pairs of panties and pantyhose that I bought at Target. Then I ordered a dress and a couple of skirts and blouses online, which I had to send back three times trying to get things that fit me right. I would change into the panties and pantyhose when I got home from work and wear them around my room and sleep in them. Then I ordered a floor length nightgown and was loving sleeping in all that smooth material. I decided one night to shave everything from my neck down, not that there was much anyway but a little patch on my chest, one on my lower back, some on my forearms and underarms and a sparse growth on my legs.
Once shaved, my whole body felt electric and so silky smooth I couldn't believe I hadn't done this before. But then I slid on the panties and pantyhose and an incredible feeling cursed through my body and I was hooked. Every night when I got off work I would rush home and change into my girl clothes and sit around watching TV relishing the feeling of all those silky things against my smooth skin. But I needed to complete my outfit so I set out to get a pair of shoes and a wig and some lipstick.
i'm not sure.. you really like this collection..
anyway we arrived at numebr 34.. a lot..
for today i choosen another first time fantasy..
i'm really addicted by first time stories.. they are my favorite..
maybe because i'm a virgin sissy.. i don't know..
anywyay for today there is a strange casual encounter..
in which a virgin crossdresser receives her first taste and loves it.
enjoy the sissy story number 34! ;)
Anna Malice
First time out
On the surface I appear to be just a normal average clean cut guy. But internally I am a very conflicted person not really knowing who I am. I'm small in stature standing only 5'6" and weighing 130 pounds and while this led to much ridicule growing up it has been a blessing of sorts in my adult life. You see one of the conflicts in me is my desire to be a woman. I have been dealing with it off and on since I was 10. And as many other young people I was also taught that these feelings were not normal and that there was something wrong with me for feeling this way. Because of that I went for months and years denying everything and trying to shut it out of my mind. After I graduated high school, I left home and joined the United States Air Force (USAF) and have been in for 5 years. I have managed to make some rank and with that rank and my time in one of the perks I have is that I now have a room to myself. I reside in what is known as an Unaccompanied Non-commissioned Officer dormitory or NCOQ.
Having a room to myself I have been able to spend time wearing women's clothing and I enjoy it tremendously. I had done some crossdressing when I was younger but I was always so afraid I would get caught and was almost never able to spend more than a few minutes in various states of being dressed but never completely done up.
As my time rooming alone became a reality I began to acquire some articles of women's clothing. At first it was just a couple pairs of panties and pantyhose that I bought at Target. Then I ordered a dress and a couple of skirts and blouses online, which I had to send back three times trying to get things that fit me right. I would change into the panties and pantyhose when I got home from work and wear them around my room and sleep in them. Then I ordered a floor length nightgown and was loving sleeping in all that smooth material. I decided one night to shave everything from my neck down, not that there was much anyway but a little patch on my chest, one on my lower back, some on my forearms and underarms and a sparse growth on my legs.
Once shaved, my whole body felt electric and so silky smooth I couldn't believe I hadn't done this before. But then I slid on the panties and pantyhose and an incredible feeling cursed through my body and I was hooked. Every night when I got off work I would rush home and change into my girl clothes and sit around watching TV relishing the feeling of all those silky things against my smooth skin. But I needed to complete my outfit so I set out to get a pair of shoes and a wig and some lipstick.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
#1084 - Sissy Story 33 - Hotel Cumslut
For this first spring sunday.. i would liked to give a touch of reality..
to this weekly collection of sissy tales..
posting a true story of a really beautiful gurl.. Allysin
i'm sure you'll love this tale.. more than normal..
discovering a real face.. at the end of your reading..
you can find sissy Allysin on her channel on xtube.. looking for: dirtycumsluts
now enjoy the sissy story number 33! ;)
Anna Malice
Hotel Cumslut
I had been posting on Craigslist for 3 days, and had over 700 replies (usually about 1 out of 10 actually show up). I added each response to my email contacts, and left for my hotel. I checked in around 6, ate 6 yellow xanax bars, showered, and did my makeup and hair. Then I logged into Hotmail, and wrote a mass e-mail to all the contacts I had collected from Craigslist.
Here is the email :
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Re: Dirty Slut just wants to be Used (*tonight* 02/14/2012)
Hi :) This is Allysin, you responded to my craigslist post. I'm 26 years old, cute, slutty,dressed like a Whore, and staying at the Courtyard Marriott beside the airport. I just want to be r**ed, used, smacked, choked and filled with Cum from strangers. I'm really looking for big cocks (especially BBC), but really don't care who uses me.
There is no need e-mailing me back, I'll be busy and fucked up all night, so if you want to come over and give me some cum I'm in room #117. There is nothing i*****l about this, I'm free (but you want to tip me I LOVE xanax & adderall). There will be a large Hello Kitty cling on my door, and it will be proped open.
Allysin
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(9:23 p.m.)
I put my USB stick in the back on the plasma T.V., and selected "Play all" (12 Gb's of Compilations and Slut Training Videos that I use to Poison my Mind while I'm being used). I turned off the lights so that the XXX on the screen lit the room, and crawled on the bed. I reached over to the nightstand and took 6 more bars out of the bottle, popped 3 of them in my mouth and the other 3 in my asshole. I chased the melting pills in my mouth with gatorade zero as I sent a mass text to the guys that I let fuck me regularly. As I sent the last text I could feel the pills kicking in, and the porn on the screen became hypnotic. My pussy was tickling and burning as my body started to fiend to be used. I mounted my big pink dildo, and dropped myself on it! Pain shot through my body as the toy slammed into my pussy. The porn on the screen started to get blurry as tears formed in my eyes, but I could still hear the girls screaming and moaning. Without thinking I started sucking my thumb, which made me grind the toy deeper and harder into my body.
to this weekly collection of sissy tales..
posting a true story of a really beautiful gurl.. Allysin
i'm sure you'll love this tale.. more than normal..
discovering a real face.. at the end of your reading..
you can find sissy Allysin on her channel on xtube.. looking for: dirtycumsluts
now enjoy the sissy story number 33! ;)
Anna Malice
Hotel Cumslut
I had been posting on Craigslist for 3 days, and had over 700 replies (usually about 1 out of 10 actually show up). I added each response to my email contacts, and left for my hotel. I checked in around 6, ate 6 yellow xanax bars, showered, and did my makeup and hair. Then I logged into Hotmail, and wrote a mass e-mail to all the contacts I had collected from Craigslist.
Here is the email :
-
Re: Dirty Slut just wants to be Used (*tonight* 02/14/2012)
Hi :) This is Allysin, you responded to my craigslist post. I'm 26 years old, cute, slutty,dressed like a Whore, and staying at the Courtyard Marriott beside the airport. I just want to be r**ed, used, smacked, choked and filled with Cum from strangers. I'm really looking for big cocks (especially BBC), but really don't care who uses me.
There is no need e-mailing me back, I'll be busy and fucked up all night, so if you want to come over and give me some cum I'm in room #117. There is nothing i*****l about this, I'm free (but you want to tip me I LOVE xanax & adderall). There will be a large Hello Kitty cling on my door, and it will be proped open.
Allysin
-
(9:23 p.m.)
I put my USB stick in the back on the plasma T.V., and selected "Play all" (12 Gb's of Compilations and Slut Training Videos that I use to Poison my Mind while I'm being used). I turned off the lights so that the XXX on the screen lit the room, and crawled on the bed. I reached over to the nightstand and took 6 more bars out of the bottle, popped 3 of them in my mouth and the other 3 in my asshole. I chased the melting pills in my mouth with gatorade zero as I sent a mass text to the guys that I let fuck me regularly. As I sent the last text I could feel the pills kicking in, and the porn on the screen became hypnotic. My pussy was tickling and burning as my body started to fiend to be used. I mounted my big pink dildo, and dropped myself on it! Pain shot through my body as the toy slammed into my pussy. The porn on the screen started to get blurry as tears formed in my eyes, but I could still hear the girls screaming and moaning. Without thinking I started sucking my thumb, which made me grind the toy deeper and harder into my body.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
#1063 - Sissy Story 32 - Blackmail by Danielle13
For our sunday appointment.. i found a really complete sissy story..
a really good tale written with a nice taste for details..
a story about passion for transvestism, blackmail, domination and full feminization!
anything else?!? ;))
i'm sure.. if you like to entertain you with a good reading..
this is the sissy tale perfect for you!
enjoy the sissy story number 32! ;)
Anna Malice
Blackmail
The Beginning
As all of you know, just dressing is never enough. So as a TV, I would dress up to the best of my ability and head out. Most of my trips were just to ride in the car. I would head for a bar or someplace that I would feel safe but would "chicken out" when I got there.
After several years of this, I got up enough courage to go to a local park, at night, and finally got out of the car. I walked for ten minutes than returned to the safety of my car. Sitting in the car, shaking from the excitement and the thrill of what I had done, it was great!
With this first hurdle conquered, I would go at least once a week to the park and walk. I was so free, walking in my heels and dress, feeling every bit the woman I fantasized I was. I used every outfit that I owned.
After the first year, I wanted more! Much more! Again I would head to the bar, chicken out, than head to the park and walk. After several attempts, I went to the park first, walked than headed to the bar. When I arrived, I was much calmer, parked the car, and walked in. I went straight to the bar and in the most feminine voice I could muster, ordered a Vodka and tonic. After two drinks, I calmed down and looked around. No one was paying any attention to me. The bar advertised a show that had male entertainers that looked female. Thirty minutes and the show began. The "girls " were great ! I nursed the third drink the rest of the night, went home, and felt Fabulous !!
I now had two places to go Dressed, I started to dress more often, twice a week. Life was good and I could not have been feeling better. My dressing was getting expensive, but the feeling of freedom and femininity were worth it. The makeup was getting better as my experience grew. With practice my mannerisms were being honed to the feminine side and life was good.
Several months later, while at the bar, a man bought me a drink, this made me quite nervous, I was not sure how to handle it. Fortunately, he walked over and told me how great I looked, and wished more TV’s would come and see the show. That was the end of it.
Each time I went, if he was there, he would buy me a drink, not even talking, just send the drink over to my table. I also met several other TV’s during this time. Our friendship was at the bar and really talked about clothing, the entertainers and how great it was to have a place to go.
a really good tale written with a nice taste for details..
a story about passion for transvestism, blackmail, domination and full feminization!
anything else?!? ;))
i'm sure.. if you like to entertain you with a good reading..
this is the sissy tale perfect for you!
enjoy the sissy story number 32! ;)
Anna Malice
Blackmail
The Beginning
As all of you know, just dressing is never enough. So as a TV, I would dress up to the best of my ability and head out. Most of my trips were just to ride in the car. I would head for a bar or someplace that I would feel safe but would "chicken out" when I got there.
After several years of this, I got up enough courage to go to a local park, at night, and finally got out of the car. I walked for ten minutes than returned to the safety of my car. Sitting in the car, shaking from the excitement and the thrill of what I had done, it was great!
With this first hurdle conquered, I would go at least once a week to the park and walk. I was so free, walking in my heels and dress, feeling every bit the woman I fantasized I was. I used every outfit that I owned.
After the first year, I wanted more! Much more! Again I would head to the bar, chicken out, than head to the park and walk. After several attempts, I went to the park first, walked than headed to the bar. When I arrived, I was much calmer, parked the car, and walked in. I went straight to the bar and in the most feminine voice I could muster, ordered a Vodka and tonic. After two drinks, I calmed down and looked around. No one was paying any attention to me. The bar advertised a show that had male entertainers that looked female. Thirty minutes and the show began. The "girls " were great ! I nursed the third drink the rest of the night, went home, and felt Fabulous !!
I now had two places to go Dressed, I started to dress more often, twice a week. Life was good and I could not have been feeling better. My dressing was getting expensive, but the feeling of freedom and femininity were worth it. The makeup was getting better as my experience grew. With practice my mannerisms were being honed to the feminine side and life was good.
Several months later, while at the bar, a man bought me a drink, this made me quite nervous, I was not sure how to handle it. Fortunately, he walked over and told me how great I looked, and wished more TV’s would come and see the show. That was the end of it.
Each time I went, if he was there, he would buy me a drink, not even talking, just send the drink over to my table. I also met several other TV’s during this time. Our friendship was at the bar and really talked about clothing, the entertainers and how great it was to have a place to go.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
#1042 - Sissy Story 31 - My first experience of male sex
for our weekly appointment of sunday morning..
i decided to post something gay explicit..
and not because i love gay stories..
but for the reason that i found something really interesting in this specific story..
infact there is big difference between to be gay and to be a sissy..
and this difference begins expecially from our spontaneous passive role..
a sissy needs to be used.. her natural vocation is to be fucked (mouth and cunt)..
what she appreciates the more in a man is his cock.. and she loves cocks more the any other thing..
so.. between these three guys of this tale.. i'm sure you could easly recognize who is the sissy..
without any dubt.. I'ld always play her role.. in this kind of stories..
enjoy the sissy story number 31! ;)
Anna Malice
My first experience of male sex
We’d all been drinking quite heavily all evening and were all somewhat more than a bit merry as I sat next to Tom on the couch whilst Joe slipped a DVD in the player and sat in the armchair with his legs splayed out. We were soon engrossed in the movie as the two girls began kissing and writhing together but a few nervous glances were exchanged as the two guys started playing around. When
they began stroking each others cocks I glanced at Joe who had already unzipped his jeans with his hand inside stroking his cock, “what’s the matter? Haven’t you seen a hard cock before? Don’t be shy” he grinned.Within moments both of their cocks were out and being stroked as the two guys on screen really got into it. “They’ve got the right idea” Tom said reaching over and placing his hand close to the bulge in my lap as Joe moved to sit beside me.“C’mon, don’t be shy” Tom said as I squirmed away from his searching fingers. “What do you think you’re doing?" I asked as Joe started to unbutton my shirt. “Relax” Tom whispered rubbing his hand over the ever increasing bulge in my trousers.
“Now, c’mon, joke’s over…,” but I didn’t finish the sentence as his fingers closed over my erection and squeezed whilst Joe’s fingers brushed over my hard nipple making me groan. “That’s ok, just enjoy it, but we’re going to enjoy ourselves even more” Tom whispered as they both stood up and quickly undressed.
I couldn’t take my eyes off their cocks and my own was now fully erect and pushing hard against my underwear. Tom reached out to touch Joe’s penis with his fingers as Joe wrapped his hand around Tom’s. Slowly they started stroking each other until their hands became a blur as they fisted up and down until Tom's breathing began to get quicker and his body began shuddering and I saw that he
was already close to cumming. I was almost cumming myself watching his shiny cock, which was slightly smaller than mine, shudder a few more times before his semen began spraying on Joe’s. Kneeling, Joe took Tom’s further spurts right in his open mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. “Umm……, that’s so good, don’t tell me you still don’t want to jerk off?” Tom asked looking at me and smiled when he saw I was rubbing my cock through my trousers. “Here, let’s help you” Joe said licking some cum from around the edges of his mouth. “I’m not gay” I replied. "Nor am I, I just like cumming” Tom explained, "and what nobody knows about us enjoying ourselves is just between us." "Are you sure of that?" I asked apprehensively, desperately wanting to cum. "Of course," Joe added, "we don't want anybody to know anymore than you do." Feeling a rush of excite surge through my body as Tom held out his hand to help me up, I began unzipping myself and they both helped me to completely undress until the three of us stood naked.
i decided to post something gay explicit..
and not because i love gay stories..
but for the reason that i found something really interesting in this specific story..
infact there is big difference between to be gay and to be a sissy..
and this difference begins expecially from our spontaneous passive role..
a sissy needs to be used.. her natural vocation is to be fucked (mouth and cunt)..
what she appreciates the more in a man is his cock.. and she loves cocks more the any other thing..
so.. between these three guys of this tale.. i'm sure you could easly recognize who is the sissy..
without any dubt.. I'ld always play her role.. in this kind of stories..
enjoy the sissy story number 31! ;)
Anna Malice
My first experience of male sex
We’d all been drinking quite heavily all evening and were all somewhat more than a bit merry as I sat next to Tom on the couch whilst Joe slipped a DVD in the player and sat in the armchair with his legs splayed out. We were soon engrossed in the movie as the two girls began kissing and writhing together but a few nervous glances were exchanged as the two guys started playing around. When
they began stroking each others cocks I glanced at Joe who had already unzipped his jeans with his hand inside stroking his cock, “what’s the matter? Haven’t you seen a hard cock before? Don’t be shy” he grinned.Within moments both of their cocks were out and being stroked as the two guys on screen really got into it. “They’ve got the right idea” Tom said reaching over and placing his hand close to the bulge in my lap as Joe moved to sit beside me.“C’mon, don’t be shy” Tom said as I squirmed away from his searching fingers. “What do you think you’re doing?" I asked as Joe started to unbutton my shirt. “Relax” Tom whispered rubbing his hand over the ever increasing bulge in my trousers.
“Now, c’mon, joke’s over…,” but I didn’t finish the sentence as his fingers closed over my erection and squeezed whilst Joe’s fingers brushed over my hard nipple making me groan. “That’s ok, just enjoy it, but we’re going to enjoy ourselves even more” Tom whispered as they both stood up and quickly undressed.
I couldn’t take my eyes off their cocks and my own was now fully erect and pushing hard against my underwear. Tom reached out to touch Joe’s penis with his fingers as Joe wrapped his hand around Tom’s. Slowly they started stroking each other until their hands became a blur as they fisted up and down until Tom's breathing began to get quicker and his body began shuddering and I saw that he
was already close to cumming. I was almost cumming myself watching his shiny cock, which was slightly smaller than mine, shudder a few more times before his semen began spraying on Joe’s. Kneeling, Joe took Tom’s further spurts right in his open mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. “Umm……, that’s so good, don’t tell me you still don’t want to jerk off?” Tom asked looking at me and smiled when he saw I was rubbing my cock through my trousers. “Here, let’s help you” Joe said licking some cum from around the edges of his mouth. “I’m not gay” I replied. "Nor am I, I just like cumming” Tom explained, "and what nobody knows about us enjoying ourselves is just between us." "Are you sure of that?" I asked apprehensively, desperately wanting to cum. "Of course," Joe added, "we don't want anybody to know anymore than you do." Feeling a rush of excite surge through my body as Tom held out his hand to help me up, I began unzipping myself and they both helped me to completely undress until the three of us stood naked.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
#1021 - Sissy Story 30 - Transformed into.. Chapter 4 by G.A. - SlickG
Chapter number four of the beautiful SlickG saga..
I hope this not really the end or to read other fantastic tales like this! ;))
transformation into a gay cock whore, here, continues and i think is definitely completed!
the four part of this wonderful story was titled.. "The Frat Party"
the past chapters were posted on number #895 the first, #937 the second, #979 the third! ;)
SlickG G.A. i love your way to write and to be.. you have a sublime erotic imagination.. ;))
take a look to G.A. - SlickG new site: Cuckold Desires
enjoy the sissy story number 30! ;)
Anna Malice
The Frat Party
The drive home took about 2 hours when it should only have taken 15 minutes. My arousal levels were so high after sucking all those cocks and being humiliated like a whore I kept pulling over to masturbate. The whole experience was on a whole other level from just pleasing Tom.
"Afternoon, slave boy" Tom said cooly as he opened my office door. He always called me humiliating names when we walk past each other at work, part of me was worried people would hear, but the other part didn't care, my sluttier part. This was the first time he had actually walked into my office since the day I did some training in the booths. A whole week had passed and I had been emailing him several times, desperate for more training, more orders, but most of all to worship my master and his beautiful penis. All I received in return was a short document outlining 'slave etiquette': how I should behave around my master, how I am not allowed to masturbate at home, my orgasms were completely his control.
From the etiquette document I knew what to do, so I sank to my knees and looked at the ground in front of him, I was not to greet him nor respond unless explicitly told to. My view was simply of Toms polished shoes.
"Good, I see you've read my etiquette rules properly" he said. I was not to respond, it was a statement, not a question. "I trust you have not touched yourself over the past week?".
"No sir, my sissy orgasms are at your command" I replied, subservient.
"Bah, even your voice disgusts me, this should shut you up, close your eyes and open your mouth slave".
I heard some rustling, and then an unzipping, my heart began to race and my cock sprang to attention. I was about to taste that perfect cock once again! I sat there awaiting the touch of his big soft head.....
I felt hands around the back of my head and my mouth became full, but it was not full of Toms cock, it was a ball-gag! He kicked me firmly in the chest and I fell back onto my back, reeling in pain.
"Did you not understand my instruction last week you little bitch?! I specifically told you that you weren't allowed to cum, nor spill any other cum onto the floor. I am disappointed in you".
"Mmph" I tried to plead and beg for His forgiveness but my mouth was full with the ball-gag. I returned to my knees and resumed my etiquette, eyes to the ground.
I hope this not really the end or to read other fantastic tales like this! ;))
transformation into a gay cock whore, here, continues and i think is definitely completed!
the four part of this wonderful story was titled.. "The Frat Party"
the past chapters were posted on number #895 the first, #937 the second, #979 the third! ;)
SlickG G.A. i love your way to write and to be.. you have a sublime erotic imagination.. ;))
take a look to G.A. - SlickG new site: Cuckold Desires
enjoy the sissy story number 30! ;)
Anna Malice
The Frat Party
The drive home took about 2 hours when it should only have taken 15 minutes. My arousal levels were so high after sucking all those cocks and being humiliated like a whore I kept pulling over to masturbate. The whole experience was on a whole other level from just pleasing Tom.
"Afternoon, slave boy" Tom said cooly as he opened my office door. He always called me humiliating names when we walk past each other at work, part of me was worried people would hear, but the other part didn't care, my sluttier part. This was the first time he had actually walked into my office since the day I did some training in the booths. A whole week had passed and I had been emailing him several times, desperate for more training, more orders, but most of all to worship my master and his beautiful penis. All I received in return was a short document outlining 'slave etiquette': how I should behave around my master, how I am not allowed to masturbate at home, my orgasms were completely his control.
From the etiquette document I knew what to do, so I sank to my knees and looked at the ground in front of him, I was not to greet him nor respond unless explicitly told to. My view was simply of Toms polished shoes.
"Good, I see you've read my etiquette rules properly" he said. I was not to respond, it was a statement, not a question. "I trust you have not touched yourself over the past week?".
"No sir, my sissy orgasms are at your command" I replied, subservient.
"Bah, even your voice disgusts me, this should shut you up, close your eyes and open your mouth slave".
I heard some rustling, and then an unzipping, my heart began to race and my cock sprang to attention. I was about to taste that perfect cock once again! I sat there awaiting the touch of his big soft head.....
I felt hands around the back of my head and my mouth became full, but it was not full of Toms cock, it was a ball-gag! He kicked me firmly in the chest and I fell back onto my back, reeling in pain.
"Did you not understand my instruction last week you little bitch?! I specifically told you that you weren't allowed to cum, nor spill any other cum onto the floor. I am disappointed in you".
"Mmph" I tried to plead and beg for His forgiveness but my mouth was full with the ball-gag. I returned to my knees and resumed my etiquette, eyes to the ground.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
#1000 - Sissy Story 29 - Sara by Sara
Post number #1.000
I never thought to reach this moment..
in truth i always thought to cancel this blog.. a lot of time before of this..
anyway.. thanks to a lot of good people..
i can continue to entertain you with a lot of wonderful premiere..
Sara.. a big friend of this blog.. has recentely written a wonderful sissy story..
that i'm proud to offer to you this sunday..
it's a great tale.. written with a really good style..
in which you'll be able to find a lot of wonderful different sissy sexual aspects..
I was delighted to read it.. and with much pleasure i want to share it with you!
I always thank every contributors of this insignificant blog..
but this story is amazing.. and with all my heart i want to tell you are a great one!!
many many thanks Sara.. i was touched! ;)))
now, enjoy the sissy story number 29! ;)
Anna Malice
Sara
It was a dark chilly stormy April day. I was in my sophomore year in college. I walked towards the library that Friday afternoon depressed that yet again, I had no date for the weekend. I was skinny, insecure, and pale white. There was a torrent of sexual activity going on all around me. I could literally feel and sense its presence, but I was excluded from participation. So I went to the very top floor of the library. I'd never been there before, but it was the most remote, and I just wanted to be alone.
After an hour or so in the books I got up to go to the men's room. I was constipated, and would be there a while. There were two stalls. One was occupied, so I took the other. As I settled into the stall I was surprised by all the sexual graffiti on the wall, but paid it little mind. I then notice a quarter sized hole had been carved out of the walls between the two stalls.
A few minutes later, I was surprised to notice that the occupant from the other stall hadn't left. I felt the slightest urge to look through the hole to see what he was doing, but couldn't summon the courage. So instead I leaned forward the get a better angle back towards him. It was then that I noticed a rapid jerking movement through the opening. Where my next sensation came from to this day I have no idea, but a beautiful paralyzing rush, in equal parts excitement and terror, gripped my stomach as I realized that the guy in the stall next to me was masturbating. I tried to control the raggedness of my breath, but for a few seconds my breathing had to be audible to him. I sat there confused, not knowing what I was going to do next. Without really thinking about it I started to play with myself. In no time I was rock hard.
It was at this point that the excitement overtook the terror, and I knew I had to take a closer look. For what seemed like an eternity I moved my eye closer to the hole. I was in a bit of an awkward position leaning over like that, but i managed to keep my balance as I traversed the last few inches between the hole and my eye. What I saw next would change my whole life.
I had a perfect angle down onto his lap. His pants were down by his knees. He had slowed his pace into a soft caress. His shaft was straight, thick, pink,and long. I could see the glisten of a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his thick bulbous head. On a soft downstroke the full length of his cock was exposed.
I lost track of time. Then I realized I'd been staring at this guy's cock for...how long I don't know. I got scared. I wanted to look away. But I couldn't. I realized that I was staring at this marvelous thing not at all for the idle curiosity which had inspired my first distant view through the hole. I was staring at it because I wanted it...desperately.
I never thought to reach this moment..
in truth i always thought to cancel this blog.. a lot of time before of this..
anyway.. thanks to a lot of good people..
i can continue to entertain you with a lot of wonderful premiere..
Sara.. a big friend of this blog.. has recentely written a wonderful sissy story..
that i'm proud to offer to you this sunday..
it's a great tale.. written with a really good style..
in which you'll be able to find a lot of wonderful different sissy sexual aspects..
I was delighted to read it.. and with much pleasure i want to share it with you!
I always thank every contributors of this insignificant blog..
but this story is amazing.. and with all my heart i want to tell you are a great one!!
many many thanks Sara.. i was touched! ;)))
now, enjoy the sissy story number 29! ;)
Anna Malice
Sara
It was a dark chilly stormy April day. I was in my sophomore year in college. I walked towards the library that Friday afternoon depressed that yet again, I had no date for the weekend. I was skinny, insecure, and pale white. There was a torrent of sexual activity going on all around me. I could literally feel and sense its presence, but I was excluded from participation. So I went to the very top floor of the library. I'd never been there before, but it was the most remote, and I just wanted to be alone.
After an hour or so in the books I got up to go to the men's room. I was constipated, and would be there a while. There were two stalls. One was occupied, so I took the other. As I settled into the stall I was surprised by all the sexual graffiti on the wall, but paid it little mind. I then notice a quarter sized hole had been carved out of the walls between the two stalls.
A few minutes later, I was surprised to notice that the occupant from the other stall hadn't left. I felt the slightest urge to look through the hole to see what he was doing, but couldn't summon the courage. So instead I leaned forward the get a better angle back towards him. It was then that I noticed a rapid jerking movement through the opening. Where my next sensation came from to this day I have no idea, but a beautiful paralyzing rush, in equal parts excitement and terror, gripped my stomach as I realized that the guy in the stall next to me was masturbating. I tried to control the raggedness of my breath, but for a few seconds my breathing had to be audible to him. I sat there confused, not knowing what I was going to do next. Without really thinking about it I started to play with myself. In no time I was rock hard.
It was at this point that the excitement overtook the terror, and I knew I had to take a closer look. For what seemed like an eternity I moved my eye closer to the hole. I was in a bit of an awkward position leaning over like that, but i managed to keep my balance as I traversed the last few inches between the hole and my eye. What I saw next would change my whole life.
I had a perfect angle down onto his lap. His pants were down by his knees. He had slowed his pace into a soft caress. His shaft was straight, thick, pink,and long. I could see the glisten of a drop of pre-cum at the tip of his thick bulbous head. On a soft downstroke the full length of his cock was exposed.
I lost track of time. Then I realized I'd been staring at this guy's cock for...how long I don't know. I got scared. I wanted to look away. But I couldn't. I realized that I was staring at this marvelous thing not at all for the idle curiosity which had inspired my first distant view through the hole. I was staring at it because I wanted it...desperately.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
#979- Sissy Story 28 - Transformed into.. Chapter 3 by G.A. - SlickG
Chapter Three of the wonderful tale.. written with great inspiration..
named.. "Transformed into a Gay Cock Whore" by G.A. - SlickG
the past chapters were posted on number #895 the first, and #937 the second ;)
i could say.. saga continues in a wonderful way! ;))
enjoy the sissy story number 28! ;)
Anna Malice
The Training
5:30pm, I sat in my car outside of the adult bookstore, my cock hard, I was nervous, excited, aroused. Since Tom and Hannah left I had absolutely no second thoughts, I wanted to please my master, I was his slave, I was desperate to be worthy of tasting his cock once more. The way he instructed me to come to the adult store, so casually, so dominant, I was his cocksucking slave, there was no going back.
At 5:50 I entered the store and nervously headed towards the back, the man behind the counter was young, early 20s, has short dark hair and a tight t-shirt showing off his very strong physique, he ignored me completely. The woman next to him however was grinning at me knowingly, she knew where I was going, who I was, what I was going to be doing. She winked at me, I looked at the floor and headed quickly to the booths, the farthest one. I noticed a sign on the door:
‘Cocksucker - leave your clothes OUTSIDE of the door.’
I sneaked into the booth, stripped naked and put my clothes outside of the door revealing my extremely hard cock, this whole act was so humiliating, how the staff new why I was there, precum leaked out from me, this would be very difficult not to cum. I noticed the hole in the wall of the booth so I knelt down and waited eagerly for my second cock.
The booth next to me opened and I heard someone enter, some rustling, an unzipping of trousers, I waited, desperate for this training. And then I saw it, a flaccid cock appeared through the hole, for some reason this surprised me, I had expected an erect cock, but I quickly gained my composure, there was no reason for it to be hard yet...that was my job. The cock was big, around 6 inches when flaccid, it was circumcised and thick...so juicy.
Despite only a few seconds having passed it felt like I was examining the cock forever. I moved my lips towards it and gently kissed the tip, the cock twitched and I heard some rustling from the other side of the booth, but he said nothing. I kissed the tip again, the head was big and stuck out from the thick shaft, I admired its beauty as I kissed again, and again, I moved my lips all around the tip, kissing, kissing, and kissing more. The cock began to get hard and was pointing towards me, I let my lips part as I slid the head into my mouth, applying some pressure to the soft flesh with my mouth. I had to open quite wide to fit it in but I managed, I slid the head slowly out of mouth again and kissed his head more firmly this time. My tongue drifted out and began licking around the head, slowly but ensuring I licked every part, he moaned slightly, a good sign of course, this spurred me on as his cock was now fully erect and amazing to worship, this was my life, my love, my desire.
named.. "Transformed into a Gay Cock Whore" by G.A. - SlickG
the past chapters were posted on number #895 the first, and #937 the second ;)
i could say.. saga continues in a wonderful way! ;))
enjoy the sissy story number 28! ;)
Anna Malice
The Training
5:30pm, I sat in my car outside of the adult bookstore, my cock hard, I was nervous, excited, aroused. Since Tom and Hannah left I had absolutely no second thoughts, I wanted to please my master, I was his slave, I was desperate to be worthy of tasting his cock once more. The way he instructed me to come to the adult store, so casually, so dominant, I was his cocksucking slave, there was no going back.
At 5:50 I entered the store and nervously headed towards the back, the man behind the counter was young, early 20s, has short dark hair and a tight t-shirt showing off his very strong physique, he ignored me completely. The woman next to him however was grinning at me knowingly, she knew where I was going, who I was, what I was going to be doing. She winked at me, I looked at the floor and headed quickly to the booths, the farthest one. I noticed a sign on the door:
‘Cocksucker - leave your clothes OUTSIDE of the door.’
I sneaked into the booth, stripped naked and put my clothes outside of the door revealing my extremely hard cock, this whole act was so humiliating, how the staff new why I was there, precum leaked out from me, this would be very difficult not to cum. I noticed the hole in the wall of the booth so I knelt down and waited eagerly for my second cock.
The booth next to me opened and I heard someone enter, some rustling, an unzipping of trousers, I waited, desperate for this training. And then I saw it, a flaccid cock appeared through the hole, for some reason this surprised me, I had expected an erect cock, but I quickly gained my composure, there was no reason for it to be hard yet...that was my job. The cock was big, around 6 inches when flaccid, it was circumcised and thick...so juicy.
Despite only a few seconds having passed it felt like I was examining the cock forever. I moved my lips towards it and gently kissed the tip, the cock twitched and I heard some rustling from the other side of the booth, but he said nothing. I kissed the tip again, the head was big and stuck out from the thick shaft, I admired its beauty as I kissed again, and again, I moved my lips all around the tip, kissing, kissing, and kissing more. The cock began to get hard and was pointing towards me, I let my lips part as I slid the head into my mouth, applying some pressure to the soft flesh with my mouth. I had to open quite wide to fit it in but I managed, I slid the head slowly out of mouth again and kissed his head more firmly this time. My tongue drifted out and began licking around the head, slowly but ensuring I licked every part, he moaned slightly, a good sign of course, this spurred me on as his cock was now fully erect and amazing to worship, this was my life, my love, my desire.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
#958- Sissy Story 27 - A Sissy's New Daddy by sissyneko
From sissyneko.. another superb sissy story written to be hosted on this site!!
well, let me tell you.. that i'm really proud of this.. and i'm sure you understand me..
always many thanks for your contributions.. and many many thanks to you, neko! you were delicious! ;))
well, this is not a common story.. i mean, even if to be blackmailed is a common sexual fantasy..
and sure it was my first fantasy when i was adolescent..
this tale is written with a lot of datails.. and in a really beautiful way..
a long narration in which you could appreciate every dirty sissy erotic moment ;))
so enjoy the sissy story number 27! ;)
Anna Malice
A Sissy's New Daddy
Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn't get alone all that well but I still looked up to him. He was one of those guys that could do no wrong, and I don't mean in my parents eyes I mean he actually could do no wrong. No matter the situation he always knew the right thing to do and did it, the consequences be damned.
Myself on the other hand I was scrawny and always getting in trouble. It was my senior year and half the school wouldn't be able to identify my body... even if it would get them on the news. The other half was split about sixty / forty with people with only tolerated my presence because they couldn't be somewhere else and people who took a perverse pleasure in humiliating me. I had worked a deal with Mickey Dolans over the summer. I would meet up with him every other week and let him have his way with me and he would keep most people off my back. So like I said no parents no Mickey, I was a free man this weekend.
My first order of business when I got home was stripping off my boy clothes. I hated boy clothes they felt very drab and confining. The laundry room was just off the kitchen so I didn't have very far to go. Ripping my clothes off I tossed them in a pile and started for my mom's hamper. At least twice a week I would snag a pair of her panties and parade myself around the house in them. Usually it was for no more than an hour in between when I got home and she did. But I had big plans for this weekend, seventy-two hours of pantied bliss. I dove right in and snaked my hand around till I felt silk brush across my knuckles. I twisted my middle finger around and pulled out a delicate pair of red string bikini panties. My mother had an affinity for red that I just never understood.
I bent over to slip the panties on when it occurred to me, I was home alone; completely alone for the whole weekend. I always snagged my mom's used panties because they wouldn't be noticed when she did the wash. But now I could wear whatever I wanted to and no one would know. I could have everything washed and put away before mom got back. I don't know if the delicate panties fluttered to the floor like a feather but I know I was in my parent's room before they hit the floor.
Nothing about my parents was exciting. My father was an accountant who reinforced every stereotype you had ever heard, and my mom worked at an old college friend's boutique downtown. I had been by there a few times but I tried not to stay any longer then I needed too. My parents had separate dressers on separate sides of the room. Thinking back to it now I realize how separate their lives really were. My mother's things were on the far side of the room. They were on a plane at that point but I still tiptoed over to the dresser. I was careful with each step afraid I would disturb some unknown trap they had set to see if I had gone in there room when they were gone.
well, let me tell you.. that i'm really proud of this.. and i'm sure you understand me..
always many thanks for your contributions.. and many many thanks to you, neko! you were delicious! ;))
well, this is not a common story.. i mean, even if to be blackmailed is a common sexual fantasy..
and sure it was my first fantasy when i was adolescent..
this tale is written with a lot of datails.. and in a really beautiful way..
a long narration in which you could appreciate every dirty sissy erotic moment ;))
so enjoy the sissy story number 27! ;)
Anna Malice
A Sissy's New Daddy
Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn't get alone all that well but I still looked up to him. He was one of those guys that could do no wrong, and I don't mean in my parents eyes I mean he actually could do no wrong. No matter the situation he always knew the right thing to do and did it, the consequences be damned.
Myself on the other hand I was scrawny and always getting in trouble. It was my senior year and half the school wouldn't be able to identify my body... even if it would get them on the news. The other half was split about sixty / forty with people with only tolerated my presence because they couldn't be somewhere else and people who took a perverse pleasure in humiliating me. I had worked a deal with Mickey Dolans over the summer. I would meet up with him every other week and let him have his way with me and he would keep most people off my back. So like I said no parents no Mickey, I was a free man this weekend.
My first order of business when I got home was stripping off my boy clothes. I hated boy clothes they felt very drab and confining. The laundry room was just off the kitchen so I didn't have very far to go. Ripping my clothes off I tossed them in a pile and started for my mom's hamper. At least twice a week I would snag a pair of her panties and parade myself around the house in them. Usually it was for no more than an hour in between when I got home and she did. But I had big plans for this weekend, seventy-two hours of pantied bliss. I dove right in and snaked my hand around till I felt silk brush across my knuckles. I twisted my middle finger around and pulled out a delicate pair of red string bikini panties. My mother had an affinity for red that I just never understood.
I bent over to slip the panties on when it occurred to me, I was home alone; completely alone for the whole weekend. I always snagged my mom's used panties because they wouldn't be noticed when she did the wash. But now I could wear whatever I wanted to and no one would know. I could have everything washed and put away before mom got back. I don't know if the delicate panties fluttered to the floor like a feather but I know I was in my parent's room before they hit the floor.
Nothing about my parents was exciting. My father was an accountant who reinforced every stereotype you had ever heard, and my mom worked at an old college friend's boutique downtown. I had been by there a few times but I tried not to stay any longer then I needed too. My parents had separate dressers on separate sides of the room. Thinking back to it now I realize how separate their lives really were. My mother's things were on the far side of the room. They were on a plane at that point but I still tiptoed over to the dresser. I was careful with each step afraid I would disturb some unknown trap they had set to see if I had gone in there room when they were gone.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
#937- Sissy Story 26 - Transformed into.. Chapter 2 by G.A. - SlickG
What a nice surprise, indeed.. from my talented friend G.A. - SlickG
chapter two of the magnificent story posted on number #895.
the second part of this tale is also more arousing.. for a lot of reasons.
Sure, i think.. if you are a sissy.. is not because a temporary mood..
the contrary.. it's because.. deeply inside.. you are a fag, without excuses!
it's something that you can't control
it's something that turns on your cock... beyond your conscious will..
you never felt something like this..
your love for cock.. is simply without limits!
From the first time you taste it.. you understand..
there isn't anything you can do to avoid it.. faggot!! ;))
please take a look to the new blog of G.A. - SlickG
i'm sure.. it will able to donate us other beautiful gifts like these! ;))
now, enjoy the sissy story number 26! ;)
Anna Malice
No Drugs Required
A week passed since the corporate event, more importantly, the drugging and subsequent sucking of Tom’s cock. Throughout the past week I had not stopped thinking about the biggest orgasm of my life whilst having his cock inside my mouth. The pure euphoria of arousal and pleasure still rippled through me, albeit increasingly more subtle as the days passed. After a day I did feel normal again, I still looked at women and found them attractive, although I had been overcompensating and imagining fucking every female that I saw. Much to my relief I had felt no attraction to men, cocks, or anything else remotely homosexual and after a week of no contact from either Hannah or Tom, I was beginning to hope that I would never hear from them again.
Seconds after that thought I saw an email notification from a ‘XHanX’ and my hope was very short lived. I glanced nervously out of my office and got up to close the door. Upon returning to my large mahogany desk I opened the email:
Hi babes, hope you are well! You seemed to enjoy my ‘little concoction’ last weekend and I am just checking in to see how you are, you’re actually my first human test subject, well, first and last, you see the lab I was working in shut down so Tom and I have been transferred to your building! The big empty room next to your office is going to be a small testing lab for some existing drugs that need developing further. Don’t get too excited, we won’t be testing anything as, lets say ‘original’ as last weekend! We are bringing some of our stuff across this afternoon :)
See you soon,
Hannah xxx
I felt a rush of mixed emotions after reading the email, I was very relieved about that ‘drug’ was no longer being developed, but at the same time I felt a nagging tug of sadness that I’d never feel the same as last weekend. The sadness was quickly followed by panic, Tom will be in the room next to me, I would see them both this afternoon. I read the email over and over hoping that I had missed something, nope. I contemplated making my excuses and taking the afternoon off, but I would see them tomorrow, so there was no point, but also I felt a twinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach reminiscent of that night. I had taken no pills, why did I feel this way? I looked down to see my full erection and the image of Tom’s cock flashed in my mind. I tried to force my mind to focus on work, but to no avail.
A few hours passed and I jumped as I heard a knock on the door, it opened immediately and Hannah entered:
“Hey there you!” She said, playfully. I was too nervous to respond.
“So, how about us being next door to each other eh?” She giggled, “Think of the fun we can have!” I suddenly grew both nervous and excited.
“Just kidding” Hannah replied, winking at me provocatively.
chapter two of the magnificent story posted on number #895.
the second part of this tale is also more arousing.. for a lot of reasons.
Sure, i think.. if you are a sissy.. is not because a temporary mood..
the contrary.. it's because.. deeply inside.. you are a fag, without excuses!
it's something that you can't control
it's something that turns on your cock... beyond your conscious will..
you never felt something like this..
your love for cock.. is simply without limits!
From the first time you taste it.. you understand..
there isn't anything you can do to avoid it.. faggot!! ;))
please take a look to the new blog of G.A. - SlickG
i'm sure.. it will able to donate us other beautiful gifts like these! ;))
now, enjoy the sissy story number 26! ;)
Anna Malice
No Drugs Required
A week passed since the corporate event, more importantly, the drugging and subsequent sucking of Tom’s cock. Throughout the past week I had not stopped thinking about the biggest orgasm of my life whilst having his cock inside my mouth. The pure euphoria of arousal and pleasure still rippled through me, albeit increasingly more subtle as the days passed. After a day I did feel normal again, I still looked at women and found them attractive, although I had been overcompensating and imagining fucking every female that I saw. Much to my relief I had felt no attraction to men, cocks, or anything else remotely homosexual and after a week of no contact from either Hannah or Tom, I was beginning to hope that I would never hear from them again.
Seconds after that thought I saw an email notification from a ‘XHanX’ and my hope was very short lived. I glanced nervously out of my office and got up to close the door. Upon returning to my large mahogany desk I opened the email:
Hi babes, hope you are well! You seemed to enjoy my ‘little concoction’ last weekend and I am just checking in to see how you are, you’re actually my first human test subject, well, first and last, you see the lab I was working in shut down so Tom and I have been transferred to your building! The big empty room next to your office is going to be a small testing lab for some existing drugs that need developing further. Don’t get too excited, we won’t be testing anything as, lets say ‘original’ as last weekend! We are bringing some of our stuff across this afternoon :)
See you soon,
Hannah xxx
I felt a rush of mixed emotions after reading the email, I was very relieved about that ‘drug’ was no longer being developed, but at the same time I felt a nagging tug of sadness that I’d never feel the same as last weekend. The sadness was quickly followed by panic, Tom will be in the room next to me, I would see them both this afternoon. I read the email over and over hoping that I had missed something, nope. I contemplated making my excuses and taking the afternoon off, but I would see them tomorrow, so there was no point, but also I felt a twinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach reminiscent of that night. I had taken no pills, why did I feel this way? I looked down to see my full erection and the image of Tom’s cock flashed in my mind. I tried to force my mind to focus on work, but to no avail.
A few hours passed and I jumped as I heard a knock on the door, it opened immediately and Hannah entered:
“Hey there you!” She said, playfully. I was too nervous to respond.
“So, how about us being next door to each other eh?” She giggled, “Think of the fun we can have!” I suddenly grew both nervous and excited.
“Just kidding” Hannah replied, winking at me provocatively.
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