Wednesday, January 28, 2015

This is what makes me happy


(The love of my life knowing I've done this before, fantasize about it, and being told it kind of turns her on.)

This is what makes me happy - Emily telling me in her soft voice, "Sweetie, it's okay to be a girl."


This is what makes me happy


(Being soft. Being sexy. Being feminine. For her. For Emily.)

This is what makes me happy


(Caged, fucked, cumming like a girl!)

This is what makes me happy


(Feminine intimacy with Emily.)

This is what makes me happy


(Watching her get ready for a date.)

This is what makes me happy


(After she comes home from a date.)

This is what makes me happy


(While she whispers in my ear the things Matthew did to her).

This is what makes me happy


An almost perfect threesome


Word Association

What's your first thought? Mine:

Perfect Marriage


Monday, January 26, 2015

Frustrations


How long has it been since I was free, able, allowed to touch myself at will? Months, slipped into years.

How long has it been since I was erect, like a boy, instead of soft, like a girl? Weeks, slipped into months.

How long has it been since the feminine became the norm, the daily existence? Years, slipped into decades.

How long has it been since my pleasure was reduced to the frustrating touches through a locked cage? Since she realized this was the natural state of things.

How long has it been since I was inside her? Before him, before he claimed that right as his own.

"Do you miss it, Sara," he asked me, "do you miss being inside a woman, inside her?"

"Yes," I whispered, unable to even meet his eyes.

"Would you switch places, if you could?"

"No," I answered, not even needing to think, to consider.

"No," Matthew said, "no, of course you wouldn't."

He knew, as she did, as I did, the essence of it. The thing every sissy, every cuckold wanted so much, to be with a woman, was the thing we were most afraid of, ashamed of, trying to please a woman like a man.

That was the thing, the conflict. Surrendering. Accepting.

"What do you think of when she's gone," he asked. I hesitated. "Sara..."

"You, her."

"She's a sweet woman, she's lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one," I said, automatic, as it was the truth. He smiled. "What?"

"Something only someone like you would say or even understand. She's lucky, too, though, I mean it, to have someone that understands her needs, her desire to surrender now and then. Both of you, really."

I blushed, looked away, not quite ashamed, but still, humiliated by my thoughts, the feeling powerful, erotic.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Matthew...

I feel bad, I should update more, but I'm busy at work, busy at home, busy finishing a story.

They're going out tonight, a simple date, dinner, drinks at his place after, more.

Something a million couple do every Friday night.

He asked me the other day, how I feel when she comes home after being with him, what words describe my feelings.

Jealous. Torn. Honored. Happy. Excited.

"Do you want her to stop," he asked.

"No," I said.

"Are you sure, Sara," he asked.

"Yes," I told him, part of me conflicted, as always, part of me certain.




Wednesday, January 14, 2015

This, on the other hand, is something I LOVE to do


This explains it

Why am I locked in chastity? Because I couldn't do this to a woman even if she begged me. Sex like this is something a man does. Seriously, never in a million years could I ever give a woman this.


All roads lead to bliss


Practice makes perfect


Clarification

"Honey, you're asking the wrong question...it isn't when I'll unlock the cage, it's if I'll ever unlock it; and quite frankly, I'm not sure I see a need to."