#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.