Friday, March 29, 2013

Wedding Day


Black Bulls + White Girls = BLISS:
A bride’s wedding day is such a beautifully emotional and proud, loving day to realize. To have and to hold, from this day forward… in today’s world though doesn’t necessarily mean you still must forseake all others, just to become his wife.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

All as it ever was


When she walked in from the garage, I was sitting on the couch reading a book, or at least looking at the pages, I wasn’t focusing enough to actually comprehend anything. I was dressed up for her, wearing a white long sleeved satin blouse, a black above the knee pencil skirt over sheer black stockings hose, heels, and a very pretty black and nude satin and lace bra, panty, and garter belt set. My hair was done, my nails were done, my makeup was perfect.

“Hello,” she said when she walked in the door.

“Emily,” I said softly, set my book down.

“You look wonderful,” she stared at me.

“So...so do you,” I didn’t get up, I wasn’t ready to, not just yet, I wanted to look at her, appreciate her. She wore a new violet sleeveless fit-and-flare dress with a ruffled neckline, nude hose, platform pumps.

“You like? I thought it might be a bit much to travel in,” she looked down, “but Evan liked it, and I thought you would too.”

I blushed at his name, looked down.

“Don’t I get a kiss hello?”

I stood, carefully walked to her, pictured him, his hands on her, touching her, pictured her in her lingerie, next to him, on top of him, under him. We embraced, kissed deeply, eyes closed, lost. “Emily, I...”

“Shhhhhh,” she said, touched a finger to my lips. “He didn’t do that, love, he didn’t kiss me, not like that, that’s for you, only for you.”

I kissed her deeper, deeper, until we finally had to breath.
“I...I can make dinner, I...”

“Dinner,” she laughed softly, “I think it’s an ‘eat dessert first’ kind of night.”

“Em...”

“I know what you want,” she leaned over to my ear, “I want it to, that’s all I thought about on the plane today, coming home, having you between my legs, licking me, tasting me...tasting him.”

I thought I’d hesitate, pause, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted it worse than she did, it’s all I ever wanted, to lick her, to taste her, to worship her.

That’s all I can write for now, all I can stand, it’s too intense, too emotional. It’s good, it’s all good. Everything. What she wanted, what she did, what I needed.

Men are visual, which is why even sissies, dressed like this, can seduce even "straight" guys.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Best Alert Ever

From a flight tracking app I use, Emily's plane will be landing early!

New Blog!


Super news, I'm starting a new blog called The Fashionable!

This blog is not going away, but I want to separate two things I always post here, totally adult sissy things from fashion things. Sometimes I think the fashion stuff I like gets lost in some of the more, er, adult things I blog about, some of the more personal things.

Now that there will be things that will appeal to sissies over at The Fashionable, assuming you're a sissy like me and adore pretty, fashionable things, so don't worry, I think you'll like it.

I have a few test posts over at thefashionable.net, which is where my blog will live, so why don't you head over and see what you think and please, please, give me any feedback!

I am shooting for a few posts a day, five tops, maybe less; I think one thing I find off putting about some blogs is too many damn posts. Sometimes I do not want to keep up with reading fifteen, twenty posts a day, sometimes less is more. I think five posts might even be too many, but I'll give it a whirl, see what I think.

Thanks to all of you,

Sara

P.S. Yes, this is what I worked on when Emily was away with Evan. I worked on fashion blogging while Evan worked on her. See the difference between a man, Evan, and a sissy, me.

P.P.S. If any of you have a blog, like my work, I'd love it if you'd give a shout out to my new blog!

Withering Gazes


Monday, March 25, 2013

The best sex all three ever had



Source | Black and White

Practice

Sissy needs to work on: 1) her facial expression, it will be important to the men she's with and 2) taking more into her mouth.


Ready for classes!


Updates


Sunday (late) afternoon text:

"Love you!!! Miss you!!! Can't talk now, we're at the beach (he loves the bikini), call you tonight sometime. Seriously, love you!!!!"

We talked, briefly, Sunday evening. She asked me again if I was okay and I assured her I was. "Better than okay," she asked.

"What do you mean."

"Okay is like, okay, fine, it happened. Better than that?"

"Yes," I told her softly. "Seriously, I...I wish I was unlocked."

"Seriously, I'm glad you're not!"

"You're a tease."

"And that's why you love it so much."

"I'm more than okay, Emily, I'll admit I'm torn, but that's part of it."

"I know."

"Does he..."

"Yes," she anticipated my question."

"How'd you explain that?"

"That you love me and that we're both fulfilling our own fantasies."

"And?"

"He doesn't understand your fantasies, but I don't think he spends too much time thinking about it, he's distracted by other things."

"I bet."

"Hmmmm."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yea, but quick, he's making us drinks and dessert."

"I thought you'd be dessert." I couldn't resist.

"I'm dessert to the dessert. Seriously, I have to go in a sec."

"Does he," I paused, "does he have feelings..."

"No," she said right away. "No. I wouldn't be here if he did. Am I saying he's not attracted? Of course he is, physically, but no emotionally, no. He never did."

"I had to ask."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Are you going to..."

"Yes," she said softly.

"I can't wait till you get home."

"I bet, sweetie, I bet. Okay, I have to go."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Tuesday

That's when she comes home. Not today, not tomorrow, Tuesday.

I know I'm totally fantasizing now, but I hope they do this Tuesday before she leaves (and today and tonight and tomorrow morning and tomorrow afternoon and tomorrow night, too.)


UPDATE:

To answer M's question...yes, fuck yes!

Everything


He touched her. He had her. He was inside her. My wife guided a man's cock into her. Eagerly. Happily. With my full blessings. A man, Evan, was inside my wife. He fucked her, there is no longer any uncertainty, his cum was inside her, in my wife. It's what she wanted, it's what I wanted.

I am a sissy, I am a cuckold. And how do I feel?

Scared.

Jealous.

Happy.

Excited.

Strained.

Hungry.

Thrilled.

I am a sissy. I am a cuckold. I know every time I am with her, every time I touch her, every time I lick her, I'll remember that, I'll think of that. Every time. The thought that should tear me apart has the opposite effect, I can't wait to see her, to kiss her, to surrender to her.

1:00 A.M. Text

"Oh My God! Thank you, thank you, I love you so much for giving me that."

Saturday, March 23, 2013

I had a naughty thought, sometime later tonight I can get Emily's dildo out and imagine I was in her place


"Good morning, sissy," the text said, "whatcha doing?"

"My chores?"

"In a pretty uniform?"

"A sexy uniform?"

"Oh...someone's naughty when the cat's away...maybe you'd like to clean while tied up?"

"That's hard to do."

"But so fun to watch."


"What are you doing? You slept in."

"I was exhausted."

"I bet."

"Well, I'm going, I promised Evan I'd cook breakfast."

"He'll like that."

"He'll like the cute little apron I brought even more. Love u!"





Friday, March 22, 2013

Good Night

"You're getting to bed early."

"I'm tired, I knew I would be. Evan just tucked me in. He's so...insistant."

"On tucking you in?"

"And getting me off to bed, he could see I was tired. I apologized, but he wouldn't hear it."

"Was he disappointed?"

"You sound like you are...I told you...nothing would happen tonight."

"But he didn't know."

"I told him I'd make it up to him tomorrow, you know that little grin I have."

"Yea, very well."

"He asked if you were okay with me coming down here."

"What'd you say?"

"That you were. He asked if I was sure, that he didn't want things weird."

"And?"

"I asked him if he liked what I wore to bed. He said, yes, it was very pretty. I said wait till you see what I'm wearing tomorrow. He asked me again if you were okay with me down here. I told him, I said, 'Evan, he helped me pack.'"

"He doesn't get it."

"That's what he said. I told him he didn't have to get it. How...how's the cage?"

"Tight. You know I love you, Em."

"Me too, love, me too. K, I'm going to sleep, I'll text or call sometime tomorrow, I'm sleeping in."

"Okay."

"And the chore list, I want that done in the morning, just like usual, just like I was there."

"Don't worry," I said, eyeing the uniform I'd already set out to wear when I cleaned.






Takeoff

I just got an alert on my phone from the flight track app I use that her flight has taken off.


No, my sister-in-law does not know what's in the envelope, but I can fantasize about anything I want.


Can't Stop Thinking

"I shouldn't be texting you, I know you're trying to work, but I can't stop thinking about it."

"You're a doll, I'm waiting to see someone, it's okay. Can't stop thinking about what? Your chore list?"

"You...him..."

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"NO!"

"Good, cause I can't stop thinking about it either."

What can't I stop thinking about? At this minute, my wife with soft hand wrapped around a man's cock. Actually, make that hands, because I don't think one hand will do it.

So she's leaving behind something like this:


For something like this:




I really cannot concentrate today, I can't get pictures like this out of my mind.


Morning Goodbyes



She was sitting on the bed this morning, pulling a stocking up one of her legs when I walked in the room, stopped, stared. “What,” she asked.

“Nothing, I...”

“I know I’m not flying out until early this evening, but I want to feel pretty, sexy, all day.”

“You...you look pretty,” I said softly.

“Sara...”

“No, you...you don’t have to say it.”

But she did anyway, I was wrong, she did have to say it. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure, I mean...”

“Yes...but only if you are, too.”

“You know I want to, of course I want to, he...”

“He’s a man.”

She looked at me, smiled softly. “You understand.”

“I have to ask...you...you don’t have...feelings...emotional feelings...”

“Sweetie,” she stood up, touched my shoulder, ran her fingers to one of my bra straps, to my tender chest. “I wouldn’t if I did, you know that, don’t you? I didn’t before, before I met you, I don’t now. I only have those kind of feelings for one special person. And he doesn’t for me, the only thing he wants is...well you know.”

I knew this, knew it well. We’d talked about it. Often. “I want you to.”

“I know, Sara, I know. You’ll behave?”

I looked down at the slight bulge in my panties, at the cage. “Like I have a choice,” I laughed.

“You know it’s just how I like it, how I like you, home, safe, secure.”

“Not tonight?”

“No, sweetie, not tonight, tomorrow.”

“I’m jealous.”

“But,” she asked, she sensed it.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, about him...inside  you.”

“I know, love, I know, neither can I. Neither can I.”

"I have to go, I have a call."

"I love you."

"I'll call you this afternoon before I leave, when I land, too. And I love you too, and thank you, for...for this weekend...and for being you."







Lock

Before I left this morning, she told me she left a spare key to the lock to the chastity cage in an envelop at her sister-in-law's. She doesn't know what it is or what it's for, but it's there, in case of emergency. Why that instead of a numbered plastic tag? Cause I'm not to be trusted!


Thursday, March 21, 2013

Packing


Emily thought through some of the stuff she’s packing for this weekend, the best part, the part I got to help with, was picking some of her lingerie. Well, best, because my little clit was tight in my cage the whole time I shopped online wit her, but stomach turning, too (my god, picking stuff to wear for Evan, to turn Evan on, even to fuck him!

Friday Night
Theme: Cute, but innocent.
Reason: Emily said, “I’m working Friday, flying out after dinner, so getting down there late evening. I don’t want to turn him on too much, we’ll probably just relax, catch up, nothing more. So pick something pretty, but not sexual.”
Why: These seemed to fit the bill of adorably cute, adorably sexy, but without an overt "I want to fuck" vibe.


Saturday Night
Theme: Sexy
Reason: If it’s happening, it’s happening on Saturday night. I want something that makes it clear, in no uncertain terms, that I’m available and I want him.
Why: If it's going to happen, if she wants it to happen, he will have NO DOUBT when she walks out of the bathroom dressed like this. None.


Sunday Morning
Theme: Reading the Paper, laughing, morning fun.
Reason: "You know how sometimes I just like to relax, right? Well, I want something cute to relax in just to see what happens.
Why: Romantic. Innocent. Sexy. Something I'd like to wear on a Sunday morning for the man that fucked me the night before and might want to again.


Just so you all understand, we're both a mixture of excited and nervous and I swear we've made out for like two hours every night this week talking about it before we go to sleep.




My absolute FAVORITE place to be


Go on, go lick, find out if she's been naughty or nice.


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

When things seem too big, overwhelming, the best thing to just take it a little at a time.

Just as a walk of a thousand miles starts with a single step, giving a blow job to a real man starts with a single inch.


Google Reader - Nerd Stuff - Feedly



Some of you may use Google Reader, which our overlords decided to kill.

If you're one of those people and don't know what to do, try switching to Feedly. Takes about five seconds and has a layout very similar.

To those that don't know what this means, move along. To those that do, I love my nerd readers.

Sometimes I wish I was born a girl


Monday, March 18, 2013

I'm apprehensive, but looking forward to the weekend

So is she.

And him, too.



Women can serve, why not sissies?


Cock Sucking for Sissies 101



To earn a passing grade, all sissies must demonstrate proficiency in the following:

  • Cock anatomy
  • Arousing a man using only her mouth
  • Maintaining proper eye contact
  • Ball play
  • Slow build up to orgasm
  • Deep throating without gagging
  • Use of hands to increase his desire
  • Tongue work
  • Proper use of erotic talk
  • Swallow, Swallow, Swallow
Class will meet for lecture on Mondays and Wednesday from 1 to 2:15 with a mandatory skills lab on Fridays from 3 to 5.





Key? Oh, sweetie, I didn't bring the key with me.


Was I a good girl? Why don't you come over here and sniff and taste for yourself, sissy


Love watching her get dressed to go out


Assumptions

I assume he's nowhere near man enough for her.

I assume she loves him with all her heart.

I assume he's secure enough to let her experience a night with a real man.