Thursday, September 30, 2010


Web Tips

You'll Never Know

You'll never know who he was, you'll only know how he tasted.

You'll never know which man had you, you'll only know how hard a real man gets.

You'll never know if the stranger beside you has been inside you're mouth, you'll only know it could have been him.

Morning News


I sometimes fantasize about Emily submitting.

No, no, no, not to me, silly.

To a man.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010



I know, I know, I think I posted this picture before, but I love it sooooo much.

I love how masculine, how strong, how dominant he looks.

I love how feminine, how soft, how submissive she looks.

And I do not know about you, but even though I'm technically (genetically) a boy, looking at this picture I NEVER think, fuck, I wish I was that guy.

No, no, no, I think the opposite, I think, fuck, I wish I was HER!

I wish I was her, so soft, so smooth, hairless all over, skin smelling of lavender body wash.

I wish I was her, an hour earlier, picking out my lingerie.

I wish I was her, moments ago, walking into the room, swallowing softly, seeing him sitting here waiting for me.

I wish I was her, this instant, as he took my breasts into his hands.

I wish I was her, for the next two hours, as he made me feel like the woman I am.

The Sissy Act

The boys of Delta Sigma Nu had their third violation of the Saving Individual Sisters in Sorority Act (the "Sissy" Act) in December, quite unfortunate timing for them, for fraternities were only allowed three strikes per semester.

Too bad for the Nu's that none of them bothered to read the Sissy Act, put off by that stupid name. They probably would have behaved much better at their last open house party if they knew the mandatory punishment for the entire fraternity for a third Sissy Act violation.

You see, they all assumed the worst that would happen is that the fraternity would be on probation for the rest of the semester, two weeks, so who cares.

But the Sissy Act did not work like that. The Sissy act worked on a 3 strikes and you're out system.

No, no, not out of the University.

See, the University President, former Chair of the Women's Studies Department, took a much harsher stance on sexual harassment of women. She was willing to give the fraternities two chances, she wasn't a castrating bitch, but two chances were all.

After that it was out...out of the male gender.

What the Nu boys failed to understand, by failing to read the Sissy Act, was that the penalty for a third violation was mandatory sexual reassignment surgery.

Yes, the boys of Delta Sigma Nu, every last one of them, spent the winter break in the University Medical Center trading their dicks for breasts.

52 fraternity brothers, over the course of four weeks, were turned from testosterone filled young men into pretty sorority girls.

How pretty? Why just look, here come 10 of them now.

Their outfits? Well, the Nu's no longer have Saturday night open house parties where they try to get a bunch of sorority sisters drunk.

No, no, the Nu's now spend their Saturday nights dressed up in pretty costumes, serving as waitresses at sorority parties all over campus.

It's only fair, after all. Harass a woman, spend the rest of your college days as a woman.

Oh, and the best part? The Sissy Act applies only to sorority girls so other fraternities are free to do pretty much what they want to the pretty Nu boys. You can bet all ten of these "girls" will find themselves at some point, on their knees, finding out just how badly they treated women last semester.

First Time

Friday Night Lights

This was my view Friday night. After a couple of glasses of wine, some foot rubbing, some making out, I finally got her down to her bra and panties.

Well, her stomach alone held my attention for several minutes, time I spent kissing and licking and tasting her skin.

Of course I wanted more.

And tried, started to remove her panties.

"No," she said, ordered, the instant my fingers touched the waistband.

Self conscious, thinking I misunderstood, I immediately apologized. "I'm sorry," I stopped immediately, looking up at her face, "I thought you were in the mood."

She grin, tilted her head the way she does. "You can keep licking, the panties stay on."

And they did, she did not let me remove them at all that night. I licked and touched and teased and made her cum over and over and over, her panties getting wetter and wetter and wetter, but never, not once, leaving her body.

I think they call it teasing and denial.

And I was teased.

And I was denied.

Look Close


Stockings, but for arms :)


From: flirty skin


From: Secretarial Studies

James Bondish

From: UHQ Models

Monday, September 27, 2010


Emily claims not to like the taste of herself. Strange to me, because I think she tastes amazingly good, better, by far, than any other woman I've ever been with.

But when she's really hot and bothered, when I get her going on all cylinders, she will taste herself. I love pushing her to do this. I don't ask, I just dip my fingers into her and bring them to her mouth and wait for her to open and suck and taste. I LOVE watching her suck her own juices off my fingers.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Yes, I always love her

I think I love her because I love that look, the one I have when I'm standing before Emily, prepared to surrender.

From: Sweet lingerie

Thursday, September 23, 2010



My Kind of Wedding

From: Being Femme


From: squidintestines and Backseam


Source: ecstasy_lover: Marion

Scarlett Johansson by Sheryl Nields

From: Touchpuppet


Woman's Work

Yes, she knows

Moment of Decision