Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Alamo Preacher



Who is Alamo Preacher?

Well, Alamo is the reason I started writing. My original inspiration. My original muse. Without Alamo, there would be no A Change in Our Marriage, no blog, none of this. Alamo's writings inspired me to write, inspired me to start, Alamo and Vickie Tern, what they wrote, what they did, started all of this.

Why do I mention this?

Because I got to inspire Alamo Preacher! The teacher became the student and the student became the teacher.

I'm pleased, happy, thrilled, and so proud to be able to tell you that Alamo published a Kindle book, At Last She Knows: A Cuckold's dream come true.

If you like my style, you'll love Alamo's!

And like me, Alamo has free stuff, too on a blog:

http://alamopreacher.blogspot.com/?zx=64e589d83a51ecda

I highly, highly encourage you to read Alamo's stuff, both on the blog and the Kindle book.

Why the Kindle books? For me or for Alamo or for any other author you like?

Well, we don't make much money from it, but we make something. And if you like what we do, if you really, really like it, support us, me, Alamo, or any artist you like by buying their stuff. I know that's probably a shameless plug, but I don't care, because I buy stuff from artists I like (including Alamo!)

Oh, and one more thing, if you like an artist, and you can, leave a positive review. It helps. Really.

I'll leave one for Alamo when I can (I read the story-fucking wonderful) as Amazon makes one wait 48 hours to post a review.

Anyway, please, go check out Alamo's book and website. If you like my style, you'll LOVE Alamo's!

A boy can never wear too much pink

How I'm the same as any man...

When a "normal" man sees Emily, he imagines her sucking his cock.

I'm just like him, because I imagine her sucking his cock, too!

The implants made them big; the hormones made them sensitive


Monday, September 26, 2011

Things that are lovely

Wedding Band


Picked a wedding band for me this weekend. And yes, to those of you who notice these kinds of things, it is a woman's band. She broached the topic when I found NOTHING I liked on the other side of the aisle (as it were).

"Why don't we look at the women's bands," she said.

"But I thought we already decided on yours," I responded.

She turned to me, looked me lovingly in the eyes. "Not for me, darling, for you."

"But...but..."

"Did you honestly think it could be any other way?"

Of course, of course, of course.

Within an hour I'd fallen in love with a platinum/diamond band. And she bought it!

ID Sarrieri






Source | ID Sarrieri | www.sarrieri.com

La lilouche





Source | La lilouche

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


"Why do you pick this every time?"

"What do you mean, Emily?"

"Every time I tell you that you can dress me in any lingerie you want before we mess around it seems you pick this outfit."

"I...I don't know," I mumbled, "you look pretty in it." Not only had I picked out the white lingerie, the camisole, the sheer panties, the stockings, even the heels, I'd dressed her as she sat there, like a handmaiden, helping her into each piece of the ensamble.

"I look pretty in lots of lingerie," she reached forward, touched me through the panties I was wearing, part of the set I wore, "yet you always seem to pick this."

"I guess I like you in white and it's so soft."

"You're lying."

"What?"

She pulled me to the bed, on my back, climbed on top of me and rubbed her panty covered pussy over my panty covered penis. "I said you lying."

"What do you mean? You do look good in white and it is soft."

"Maybe, but that's not why you like it, Sara, don't think I don't know. You like it because you know I bought this to wear for James."

I took in a quick breath, she knew, she knew, I didn't think she knew. "Em..."

"You think I don't know? You think I don't know how your little mind works? You think I don't know when you were kneeling in front of me a few minutes ago slipping the stockings up my legs you weren't thinking about how many times I wore them for him?"

"Emily," I moaned as she slid herself over me.

"When you're licking my feet, sweet sissy, do you picture me when I wore these stockings for him, when I rubbed them on his hard cock?"

"Oh god," I moaned, leaning up, kissing her deeply.

"Can you still smell him, his scent on them? Can you taste any of his pre-cum," she asked, breaking off the kiss, then kissing me again.

"I...I don't think..."

"Don't lie, sissy, I know why you love it when I wear this. I know why you like licking me through these panties more than any other pair I own. I know what you think about, him, I know how it turns you on."

I nodded, yes, yes, yes.

"You know I like to put them back on before I fall asleep. You lick me thinking about me wearing them after he fucked me, don't you? You lick me thinking about his cum leaking out of me all night after he was inside me. I know you lick me wishing it didn't happen so long ago, that it had just happened. Don't think I don't know it."

I swallowed, erect in my own panties, betraying the answer, obvious, of course, of course.

"Lick me now, go ahead, I know what you'll be thinking about, lover, I know, I know."