Summer memories
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Publié :23/1/2021 7h10
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2021 11h33 2381 vues
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In the current situation I am taking every opportunity to get of the house and enjoy walking in the woods near . It was a lovely clear, crisp this week so I zipped up my boots, slipped on my thick winter coat and pulled my scarf and gloves on before heading for a brisk walk round one of my favourite routes. After about 20 minutes walking I found myself at a familiar spot in some woodland clearing, birds singing and sun filtering through the tree branches. I stood and remembered with some pleasure the events here that took place when life was so different around 18 months ago. Then it was a summers afternoon and I had wandered here to find some quiet to read and sunbathe. My short summer dress caught the light breeze and floated gently as i walked. It was a weekday so I wasn't expecting to meet many people, so was a little surprised when I saw a man in his 50's walking towards me. He was around 6 foot, muscular, bald and walking a large dog . I realised that with the path being narrow we would have to stop to allow each other to pass and for some reason felt a little nervous at the prospect. When he came close he smiled and began to talk, we stood for a few moments with me feeling a little awkward while he told me he had seen me a few times and asked did I often walk this way. I replied as best i could and told myself to relax more. Without warning my hand was grabbed and he began marching us both through the undergrowth away from the path. After about 20 metres he stopped , turned to me and in a firm voice ordered me to get on my knees. Silently I complied , his dog settling down next to me. Towering over me he proceeded to unfasten his jeans, releasing a large semi hard cock. " I know you want this bitch and Ive been hoping to give it to you for sometime now....get sucking and make sure you do it properly " With that one hand grabbed my head and the other held out his cock, pointing at my . Slowly the two edged closer and closer till the head pressed between my pliant lips. The next 20 minutes were some of the best minutes I spent on my knees that summer as i worked my mouth up and down his cock, balls and ass before he finally discharged himself over my flushed and panting . Without another word he zipped himslef up and trudged back to the path before calling his dog to follow, the dog who had remained by my side softly growling the while time, leaving me to recover from a state of euphoric bliss and hope that no one else would notice the drying spread generously across my as i hurried back home
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Early Influences
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Publié :11/2/2020 12h34
Dernière mise à jour :9/3/2020 5h56 2153 vues
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I was thinking recently about the significant women in my appreciation of femminine beauty. I have to give some credit to Miss Taylor as shaping my thoughts. I was 7 years old and for a year Miss Taylor was my class teacher at Primary School and I was in her presence from 09.00am to 3.15pm five days a week. Miss Taylor had an air of sophistication and mystery that would cause a young boy to just stand in speechless awe which was a useful ability in a class of 43 children. It was the mid sixties and Miss Taylor clearly kept up with the latest fashion trends. She was probably in her early 30's, around 5' 6", short close dark hair and bright red lips. Her face had a natural stern aspect but beautiful all the same. My main memory of Miss Taylor though is of her high heels clicking down the corridor, across the classroom floor and if you were fortunate the reward of the sight of her nylon covered legs standing next to your desk. Invariably Miss Taylor wore skirts, and not any skirts but short tight pencil skirts, sometimes with matching jackets , sometimes soft woolen jumpers, always exquisite.
This boy was left with the lasting desire to recreate such beauty long after I passed through her class., the vision of her sliding her legs into her Mini Cooper after school as she drove home etched in my memory for ever.
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Small beginings
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Publié :18/8/2019 12h05
Dernière mise à jour :14/10/2019 7h22 2198 vues
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I have been asked more than once if my need to dress was a factor in my marriage breakup, and I have always felt this was not the case. For one thing I rarely acted on my desires at time and secondly it was not a subject my wife and I ever discussed. I have always maintained it was ,if anything, my inability to consistantly satisfy my wife's physical needs with my rather weak excuse for a penis. This was not so during the first years of our marriage ,far from it, but as middle age crept over the horizon my once proud member began to shrivel and shrink and the wife grew increasingly frustrated and dismissive of my efforts. She was never one to experiment in the bedroom, so my options were few, and slowly we drifted apart on a sea of disatisfaction. I will admit during this period I had much conflicting feelings about my so called masculinity and was well aware of my shrtcomings without my wifes vocal and frequent reminders of what it was like for her to be stuck with a pathetic failure of a husband, so the release the end of our partnership brought was totally liberating in allowing me to make the decisions have brought me to be who i am at this time. It has also allowed my wife to find a man who truly satisfies her and can effectively fill her pussy with a real cock, something she takes great delight in informing me of frequently still.
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Shopping Experiences
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Publié :25/6/2019 8h45
Dernière mise à jour :15/10/2019 8h30 2379 vues
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I can't think of many things more enjoyable than looking for new outfits and lingerie, well apart from the obvious, and I can waste many an afternoon searching my favourite stores online or taking a stroll around the local department stores. It wasn't always thus however, and I can still remeber the panic and dread filled me in those early days when I felt The eyes of the world burning in to me as I tried to apppear relaxed and casual in a store, wanting to look like any other bored husband would who was following along behind his wife as she went on a shopping spree. in those days I often retreated to supermarkets and hurriedly tried to hide items of ladies underwear in my basket, only to hold my breath at the till, hoping the shop assistant would not give me one of those stern disapproving looks as she scanned my silky items next to my groceries. Many a time i wished the ground would swallow me up and I hurried out of the store with my face glowing in shame. At least self service tills helped put an end to humiliation! Thankfully us nervous sissys can shop to our hearts content thanks to the marvelous internet without moving from the comfort of our own beds, now excuse me while i look for a new dress won't you.
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Workplace Thrills
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Publié :15/6/2019 16h03
Dernière mise à jour :15/10/2019 8h32 2433 vues
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These days I am enjoying new freedoms since retiring and living alone in my home.The main one is that I can dress in my favourite outfits almost permanently and however I wish, patricularly when it comes choosing my lingerie.It is easy forget that this wasn't always the case and that I would be in a constant state of nervous excitement as I looked forward the next time i could slip a lace thong over my clitty or have the thrill of pulling a pair of nylons over my freshly shaven legs. I remember especially those earlly days when I plucked up enough courage drive and go work knowing I had satin panties and stockings on my man clothes and the intense thrill it gave me. So much so that I needed make regular visits the staff toilets to give myself a little rub and adjust my stockings in a vain hope of relieving some of the tension i was feeling. Then came the worry that someone would notice and confront me with asking if anything was wrong. There were other men in the office but about a dozen women, surely of them might sense my heightened level of excitement.. Well if they did they never commented me about it, goodness knows what they said behind my back though. Ah well, Happy Days!!!
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Dirty Windows
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Publié :30/5/2019 6h27
Dernière mise à jour :15/10/2019 8h33 2394 vues
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In my area there are large numbers of seagulls who, among other things, do tend to make rather a lot of mess, and who seem to have taken rather a liking for my car and the house windows. This means it is quite essential to have a relaible and regular window cleaner. Mine uses the modern jet hose system and is able to clean my house quickly and without fuss every fortnight, so much so that apart from making sure my windows are closed when he calls I can just leave him to get on with the job. An invoice comes through my door when he is finished and a direct debit payment goes out of my bank a week or so later.
So knowing this I was more than a little surprised when one time he turned up with a ladder and bucket as now i realised he would be able to peer through my windows while he worked. I was feeling paricularly naughty that day so I quickly decided I would give the man a surprise and quickly scuttled off to my bedroom. This is at the back of the house and I knew I would have a few minutes before his ladder would appear at the window. I hurriedly slipped on my fluffy pink babydoll nightie, a pair of black lace topped hold ups and some black heels and settled myself on the bed facing the window. I picked out one of my favourite dildos from the bedside drawer and waited. I didn't have to wait long before I saw the top of his ladder appear against the window. I closed my eyes and lay back and started to play with myself, licking and sucking on the tasty cock and then spreading my legs wide before stuffing it in my greedy pussy hole and giving myself a good pounding . I was dying to open my eyes and see his reaction but fought to keep them shut and maintain the pretence i didn't know he was there. It was a good 10 minutes or so before I heard the ladder shift and he was gone. I did notice though that my window was sparkling clean, more so than usual .
I have decided that next time he deserves to be invited in for a cup of tea or whatever takes his fancy.
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Fond Memories
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Publié :29/5/2019 8h37
Dernière mise à jour :4/5/2021 12h37 2806 vues
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I found myself having time for a spot of daydreaming today as I sat in my garden sipping a rather nice glass of Pinot Grigiot. My mind drifted back to those days and months I spent in the blissful company of Miss Anthea and how she moulded me into becoming who I am today. I must have seemed so niaive and trusting to her as she introduced me to the joys of femininity and instructing me in the ways of a sissy. Before meeting her I had no idea what it felt like to pull on a pair of satin panties or stockings, how to walk and hold oneself properly, or how easy it was to get the attention of real men. Without her firm and clear encouragement I would never have experienced the ecstasy of giving plesure with only my mouth or my other eager hole ,and as for acquiring a taste for swallowing hot spurts of man juice, well it would certainly have passed me by.
Yes I have a very great deal to be thankful to Miss Anthea for.
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