virtualpantyline: Hopeless. My wife thought it was a bit of fun at first. I managed to fool myself f
virtualpantyline: Hopeless. My wife thought it was a bit of fun at first. I managed to fool myself for a while as well. It was sweet to play dress up. She liked sharing the real girl make up secrets she’d learned through years of practice. And she loved getting getting lots of attention… her hair dyed, washed, rollers and hair-dos, tender massages, even shopping for clothes with an ever so interested boifemmed. With time, though, with each step we took I realised that I was pushing the boundaries of what I craved way into the sissy abyss. And here we are… deep down she really needs more than a caged, pantied sissy who is all frills and quick spills. sure, she loves her as being worshipped, and those crashing orgasms that come with loving pussy orally. But ultimately she also needs a man gently, slowly pushing deep into her pussy… let him slide his big, veiny cock in slowly… and thrust… She knows it’s going to last and she can settle in to the rhythm of being taken. A man who grabs her ass and thrusts deeps till she cums. We both know it. My dollystick couldn’t be the one. Oh what a glorious failure at being a man! This all hit home after I had a first sissy playdate. There was the inevitable tension of the first few minutes, the introductions, the first touch as we shared displays of our panties… but quickly enough the pleasure of the babydoll embraces, the soft feel of another’s panties, the tight suspender belts, the soft friction when caressing her stockinged legs, the smell of a sissy’s thick creamy red lippy, and the tell-tale big leaky dollies… they all took over. There was simply no hiding the excitement of being immersed in effiminacy with another sissy. Stroking dollies, the shame all gone, we understood in one prissy encounter that only another sissy could really fully appreciate the depth of the pleasure that another sissy derives from floating off into frilly sensuousity. Yes, here we are… she gets to go out on Saturdays with a friend… another wife of a sissy in the abyss. They go shopping. They come home to check up on their sissy husbands… are we properly made up, are our sissy poutfits suitably effiminate? Happy with our latest efforts, we’re spanked, lubed and playfully probed, our cages are locked together and they go out for their evening on the town. My goodness, how happy we are squirming around in our pretty sissy things. Our ladies come home all giggly. They’ll unlock us. We’re on a promise. If our dollies get big bouncy when the cages come off we get to show our Mummies how dollybois make dollybois do spurties. Of course, we’re always bouncy. -- source link