11 Wonderfully Wicked
Part 11
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification part 11
Wonderfully Wicked
Having been undoubtedly and uncontrolably arroused by everything female since forever. Once my Mums lengerei drawer had been opened, all those years ago. Innocently searching for Christmas presents as i recall. Well 'Pandoras box' could never be shut again. God knows i tried to deny. Had lived in perpetual denial. So, so many sad, worried and expensive purges. Now aged 39 in my second marriage, this one i had always felt being even more for show than the first. Both very, very attractive women in their own right. Both head turners. Both deserving more. Both making me the envy of many men. Always fighting the urge to dress in their slinkiest, sluttiest clothes whenever the chance arose. Usually failing. I had always had my share of girls and girlfriends. Always enjoyed the company of escorts and the transient thrill of brass houses. With addicted, (i was an addicted personality full stop. Smoke, poppers, d**gs, of allmost any variety. Alcohol, porn. Why would sex be any different) expensive and at times alarmingly increasing consistency as i aged. Sometimes thoroughly enjoying regular sex with them. Other times as my confidence and familiarity with such places grew, wearing their knickers and more, sometimes their soiled knickers. A couple of these delightfully delicious warm bright souls i had even built up 'relationships' with due to repeated, and i always hoped reciprocated fullfilment. This in more recent years had progressed, or deteriorated into Shemale escorts. My first, Sophie, actually taking my anal virginity bareback. A scintillating and confirming afternoon. I had been fucked by strap-on many times. Even by my first wife but upto then no real pulsating cock. Many, many times had i fucked myself with whichever partners vibrator wearing whichever present partners undies. I still loved to pinch my Mums undies whenever i was drunk and at her house. Vegetables, pool cue extentions, kitchen utensils, ice cubes many, many dirty nights i had screwed myself, with no little risk and filthy, guilt provoking, ferociously intense, deep, carnal craving. Some of these 'workers' where aufull, expensive and unfullfilling hours wasted. Others magical, enlightening and unforgetable moments shared and enjoyed. Before that fatefull msg from Vicky pinged into my inbox i had just about, by luck and by stealth managed to keep my constantly growing kink mostly secret. The excruciating fear of loosing everything. Family, k**s, house, home, job, freinds and face keeping me just about on the tracks until that msg. Until Victoria. From even before high school i had been caught out using porn lines. Which had developed over recent years into sissy porn. Then 'chat' sites. And then Shemale, Trannsvestite, bdsm adult sites. Gradually, thoughtlessly, foolishly, selfishly..... Helplessly exaggerating into posting pics and swaping emails. The more often this happenned without consequence, the further i pushed each and every boundry. The more i divulged. To basically strangers, most of whome were only play acting anyway. I began to yearn for the thrill of being fancied and complemented and arrousing others as sexually deviant as myself. I coveted with growing momentum those Tgirls and sissys who were brave enough and attractive enough to be living their best life. Ignoring convention and becoming what i wanted to be. Always assuming i would be a sexier slut than most with sissification my total vocation. Yet, only once through all this. One very recent afternoon had i actually, and very tentatively gone out into the vanilla world dressed. That time with Sandula, the lovely and kind, valuotuous gg Carribean escort i had been collecting a new wardrobe with the last 18 months. The sexy pics that garnered me such welcome attention had all been taken by her. How so i wished i was back within the relative safe haven of her home right now as i perched myself into the back of the cab. This was a whole new level. Way way beyond my comfort zone. I had been played with devastating precision.
Once i stepped outside the hotel into the coolish late autumn air. Alone, and for the first time alone and dressed. And In broad daylight too! My lack of experience and crushing reality bit me. Hard. The cold truth doesn't nibble. Most certainly not. The cold truth bites. My cheeks burned. As if to advertise to the world the utterly consuming burning inside of me. Deep inside of me. Heart thumping inside. Ba Bom Ba Bom Ba Bom...... The rythm, and it was a rythm, thudding with increasing rate and passion within me. Reverberating though me in waves. All the way to my fingers tips.... my now gorgeously manicured fingernails i noticed..... Scorching with sensational sensation my cheeks. So flustered was i. The seriously intense and unrelenting pulses of my heart sending spasmodic hot flushes all through me. Felt like these hot flushes had pierced my soul and where breathng brand new pure as the falling snow air into the sissy, sorry Sissie shyly still hiding inside. So flustered then by the 'heaven and hell' raging within. That just trying to walk in these rather inappropriate, sexy 'lil' boots and not look like the man in drag to some eyes i was. Knowing my outfit, and to be honest my legs and figure.My long clean hair blowing a touch in the slight but very cold breeze. The chills to my freshly smooth stocking legs was a new and very sensual feeling i had never experienced before. Would attract a second look. I was searching inside, searching to find the composure... the confidence to actually convince the watchers, the lookers i was ..... a girl. A woman. I fought to enjoy this moment. Feeling everything. Every sense heightened like never before. Alive! The feel of my skin so smooth encased so fabulously. This was wonderfully wicked.
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification part 11
Wonderfully Wicked
Having been undoubtedly and uncontrolably arroused by everything female since forever. Once my Mums lengerei drawer had been opened, all those years ago. Innocently searching for Christmas presents as i recall. Well 'Pandoras box' could never be shut again. God knows i tried to deny. Had lived in perpetual denial. So, so many sad, worried and expensive purges. Now aged 39 in my second marriage, this one i had always felt being even more for show than the first. Both very, very attractive women in their own right. Both head turners. Both deserving more. Both making me the envy of many men. Always fighting the urge to dress in their slinkiest, sluttiest clothes whenever the chance arose. Usually failing. I had always had my share of girls and girlfriends. Always enjoyed the company of escorts and the transient thrill of brass houses. With addicted, (i was an addicted personality full stop. Smoke, poppers, d**gs, of allmost any variety. Alcohol, porn. Why would sex be any different) expensive and at times alarmingly increasing consistency as i aged. Sometimes thoroughly enjoying regular sex with them. Other times as my confidence and familiarity with such places grew, wearing their knickers and more, sometimes their soiled knickers. A couple of these delightfully delicious warm bright souls i had even built up 'relationships' with due to repeated, and i always hoped reciprocated fullfilment. This in more recent years had progressed, or deteriorated into Shemale escorts. My first, Sophie, actually taking my anal virginity bareback. A scintillating and confirming afternoon. I had been fucked by strap-on many times. Even by my first wife but upto then no real pulsating cock. Many, many times had i fucked myself with whichever partners vibrator wearing whichever present partners undies. I still loved to pinch my Mums undies whenever i was drunk and at her house. Vegetables, pool cue extentions, kitchen utensils, ice cubes many, many dirty nights i had screwed myself, with no little risk and filthy, guilt provoking, ferociously intense, deep, carnal craving. Some of these 'workers' where aufull, expensive and unfullfilling hours wasted. Others magical, enlightening and unforgetable moments shared and enjoyed. Before that fatefull msg from Vicky pinged into my inbox i had just about, by luck and by stealth managed to keep my constantly growing kink mostly secret. The excruciating fear of loosing everything. Family, k**s, house, home, job, freinds and face keeping me just about on the tracks until that msg. Until Victoria. From even before high school i had been caught out using porn lines. Which had developed over recent years into sissy porn. Then 'chat' sites. And then Shemale, Trannsvestite, bdsm adult sites. Gradually, thoughtlessly, foolishly, selfishly..... Helplessly exaggerating into posting pics and swaping emails. The more often this happenned without consequence, the further i pushed each and every boundry. The more i divulged. To basically strangers, most of whome were only play acting anyway. I began to yearn for the thrill of being fancied and complemented and arrousing others as sexually deviant as myself. I coveted with growing momentum those Tgirls and sissys who were brave enough and attractive enough to be living their best life. Ignoring convention and becoming what i wanted to be. Always assuming i would be a sexier slut than most with sissification my total vocation. Yet, only once through all this. One very recent afternoon had i actually, and very tentatively gone out into the vanilla world dressed. That time with Sandula, the lovely and kind, valuotuous gg Carribean escort i had been collecting a new wardrobe with the last 18 months. The sexy pics that garnered me such welcome attention had all been taken by her. How so i wished i was back within the relative safe haven of her home right now as i perched myself into the back of the cab. This was a whole new level. Way way beyond my comfort zone. I had been played with devastating precision.
Once i stepped outside the hotel into the coolish late autumn air. Alone, and for the first time alone and dressed. And In broad daylight too! My lack of experience and crushing reality bit me. Hard. The cold truth doesn't nibble. Most certainly not. The cold truth bites. My cheeks burned. As if to advertise to the world the utterly consuming burning inside of me. Deep inside of me. Heart thumping inside. Ba Bom Ba Bom Ba Bom...... The rythm, and it was a rythm, thudding with increasing rate and passion within me. Reverberating though me in waves. All the way to my fingers tips.... my now gorgeously manicured fingernails i noticed..... Scorching with sensational sensation my cheeks. So flustered was i. The seriously intense and unrelenting pulses of my heart sending spasmodic hot flushes all through me. Felt like these hot flushes had pierced my soul and where breathng brand new pure as the falling snow air into the sissy, sorry Sissie shyly still hiding inside. So flustered then by the 'heaven and hell' raging within. That just trying to walk in these rather inappropriate, sexy 'lil' boots and not look like the man in drag to some eyes i was. Knowing my outfit, and to be honest my legs and figure.My long clean hair blowing a touch in the slight but very cold breeze. The chills to my freshly smooth stocking legs was a new and very sensual feeling i had never experienced before. Would attract a second look. I was searching inside, searching to find the composure... the confidence to actually convince the watchers, the lookers i was ..... a girl. A woman. I fought to enjoy this moment. Feeling everything. Every sense heightened like never before. Alive! The feel of my skin so smooth encased so fabulously. This was wonderfully wicked.
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