Annie's Room

So True!!!

I logged in tonight to see what you've been up to and got hit up right away. He's already got his dick out.

I love Lit!!!

Paris.:kiss:
Just keep a picture of some toothless grandma and when you get one of those guys send it....he'll probably be done for the evening if the picture is good enough
 
Just keep a picture of some toothless grandma and when you get one of those guys send it....he'll probably be done for the evening if the picture is good enough

You know what works for me?

I make them send me a picture of their Cock.

You got to Pay if you want to Play...

Paris.:kiss:
 
You know what works for me?

I make them send me a picture of their Cock.

You got to Pay if you want to Play...

Paris.:kiss:

Sadly for some that is all the encouragement they need...

I just ignore and report if they persist

Lit has some amazing thread, this in particular, but it has some twerps around (sorry, very British of me...), bit like life really :)
 
I love this thread so much. It’s the most empowering thread on the entire site. Especially for guys like me who need as much encouragement as they can get. Thank you everyone for providing hope and support for this (mostly lurky) wannabe sissy. You guys are the best. :kiss:
 
It's great that there is still room for a dialog based thread. For me, it is great to learn from others experiences, adventures and problems, and it helps to know that there are others out there like me

I love this thread so much. It’s the most empowering thread on the entire site. Especially for guys like me who need as much encouragement as they can get. Thank you everyone for providing hope and support for this (mostly lurky) wannabe sissy. You guys are the best. :kiss:
 
Hi girls and gurls! I've been down with a UTI so not feeling sexy of late but it warmed my heart to see the conversation continuing here. It is really what I'd hoped would happen and I'm pleased to provide an accepting, understanding, and encouraging voice for you gurls in your journeys.

I like the toothless grandma approach though demanding a cock pic with a note to show that its really them ("This is for Miss Annie" written on paper shown by the cock.) They may not like the 'grade' I give their Mr. Happy. lol
 
It's great that there is still room for a dialog based thread. For me, it is great to learn from others experiences, adventures and problems, and it helps to know that there are others out there like me

Thanks, Iris.

Are there problems, questions, or things anyone would like my comment on? I'm pretty good at suggesting new steps for a sissy's journey or consulting on fashion choices. :)
 
Thanks, Iris.

Are there problems, questions, or things anyone would like my comment on? I'm pretty good at suggesting new steps for a sissy's journey or consulting on fashion choices. :)


Yes, I have a good question. Where can I find Lacey microfiber panties or boyshorts?
I am in love with wearing microfiber....so smooth and feminine.
 
Yes, I have a good question. Where can I find Lacey microfiber panties or boyshorts?
I am in love with wearing microfiber....so smooth and feminine.

Microfiber is all I run into nowadays (and I much prefer satin). Not sure about lacey microfiber unless you mean a lace overlay on top of a basic smooth microfiber...
 
Not sure what I'm doing here but I guess I've always wanted my own thread. Someplace I can post my musings, desires, or the odd picture that I think is just stunning. This won't be high traffic like a picture thread but I'd like to post little bits of sexy stuff now and again. I guess i like the exhibitionist aspect of the process, though I've been very open across multiple threads about what I'm about, what has been going on with my husband for the last year, our sexual explorations, etc.

PART 1

For today, I'm just sort of obsessed with finding a beautiful woman, standing behind her in line, chatting amiably as we complain about how long the line will take. I compliment her on her top and leggings. Her skin is a gorgeous shade of dark mocha, so different from my 'white' Scottish heritage skin. I mention how good the leggings make her bottom look. We look at each other not talking but saying everything.

She takes my hand, out of sight of the others in the line, and directs it to her bottom. Given permission, I gladly caress and squeeze, exploring every bit of her shape, her beautiful curves, the delightful valley. Lifting the hem of her top just a little, I slip my hand inside her leggings. I find she's wearing satin string bikini panties which I caress her through. I recognize that she's getting very excited by the flush on her neck and the way she's getting a little squirmy.

It doesn't take long for me to push her panties down and enjoy her skin underneath my fingers, stroking and pushing. Her bottom arches toward me and I explore further down. Her legs widen and my fingers start touching wetness. I can only get two fingers between her legs but I find her moist lips and begin to stroke, to slip inside her.

She's biting her lips now and trembling at times. Only the narrowness of the check-out aisle with high display racks on either side make this possible. I'm blocking her from the woman behind me. The woman ahead of her is blabbing on her phone though she could turn at any moment and see. I think this is what is making it more exciting for both of us. I feel her stroking her clit through her leggings since I can't reach it.

We're moving toward the checkout at a glacial pace, but we're still moving and don't have the time we want. I touch her every way I wish I was being touched and soon am rewarded but a choked cough and the spasms of her pussy clamping down on my fingers again and again. Her hands are holding the display racks on her right and left for dear life. Her orgasm continues for a while as I don't stop stimulating her until she pushes my hand back.

"Paper and plastic?" asks the young man at the register. I'm still pulling her panties into place and slipping my fingers out as she tries to pull herself together enough to answer.

She has her purchases bagged and pays for them. As my purchases start to move through I see her drop a piece of paper in one of my bags.

As soon as I get away from the check-out line, I hunt for the paper.

"Ladies room, big stall. I just bought a cucumber..."


:) Hope you enjoy.

Love it
 
Microfiber is all I run into nowadays (and I much prefer satin). Not sure about lacey microfiber unless you mean a lace overlay on top of a basic smooth microfiber...

Oh I still love satin, but the microfiber is just so wonderful, it almost like being bare.:cattail:
 
PART 2

"Ma'am!" came the loud voice and I almost jumped out of my skin. I was headed into the entrance to the ladies' room when the shout came. Turning around, I saw one of the checkout clerks stepping over to me. My face was burning red, sure we'd been caught.

"Store policy is not to take merchandise into the restrooms. I can watch it for you here," he said with a polite smile. I forced myself to smile and swallow.

"Oh yes, thank you, I wasn't thinking. I won't be long..." I chirruped before disappearing into the women's restroom.

Luckily this grocery chain had nice restrooms that were well maintained. I saw no one in there but the door to the disabled stall was closed. My nerves were vibrating and I had to calm my breathing. I'd never done anything like this before but she was intoxicating, touching me in a way I'd wanted to be touched since my sexual awakening.

I brushed down my skirt out of habit and politely knocked on the stall door. It opened quickly and she motioned me inside. The door thumped back closed.

An awkward moment then three passed.

"Angelina," she said finally.

"Annie," I replied and kissed her. She was a little taller than me so I felt myself leading up to her lips as my hands pulled her body to me. Her own arms snaked around me completing the embrace.

We kissed like teenagers full of passion and movement, tasting each others' breath. I loved her perfume and the scent of her skin.

Her hands began lifting my skirt but I unzipped the side and stepped out of it, hanging it on the hook. That left me in my pink panties and hose. I peeled the hose down and she knelt in front of me. Feeling her touch on my bottom as her nose pressed against my pink satin panties made me moan. She tongued the satin, quickly soaking the material with my own arousal.

Grasping my cheeks to hold me, she began to pleasure me as I'd never been pleasured before. Nose, tongue, lips, teeth teased and caressed, nipped and licked all over my sex until I had to yank my panties out of the way.

Without the satin barrier, everything was intensified. The roughness of her tongue and the slick of her lipstick played across my swollen lips. When she gave my clit a quick suck I nearly fell back to sit on the front edge of the toilet.

Undaunted she attacked me like a starving woman reaching her favorite restaurant. I understood why they say "she ate me out". I grasped the toilet paper dispenser and the wall and held on for the ride.

It didn't take me long after the 'foreplay' of the checkout line. My body flushed and I felt lit up inside as the waves exploded between my legs. I moaned loudly and she moaned as she lapped up my juices. She kept going, pushing me over the peak again and again until I started gasp-laughing and pushed her back.

"Ma'am, is everything okay?" came the voice of the polite checkout clerk. We started laughing.

"Yes, yes, thank you. I'll be right out!" I called as I helped Angelina up. She got my skirt while I sorted out my undies. Soon we were put back together. She smartly flushed the toilet to give us cover.

We stepped out of the stall and looked at each other.

"Maybe you want to shop together... soon?" she asked me with emphasis on 'soon'. I grinned and kissed her.

So hot
 
PART 4

Her house was quite impressive situated in a part of the suburbs with large lawns and space between houses. There were beautiful gardens that she explained were her hobby when she needed to release some stress from work.

"We may have found an alternative stress relief," I smiled and touched her hand with my fingertips. Her fingers entwined with my own as we walked hand-in-hand around the lawn to the back of the house.

There was a beautiful pool and a pool house that would have passed for a home in my neighborhood. Here again gorgeous flowers were everywhere and everything was neatly trimmed and cleaned up.

Seeing my gaze, Angelina explained, "Gustav is the lawn guy we use and he enjoys helping me with the flowers."

I gave her hand a squeeze. "Gustav? How much *help* does he give you?" My leering look added the right emphasis.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Not me though he's a very handsome man. I have to admit though that my husband gives him some crazy tips some times so..." She let it trail off and I didn't press the issue anymore. To each their own and if that meant she and I could play, all the better!

Leading me into the house I loved the open floor plan and the way light went everywhere through the white kitchen and into brightly colored rooms. The interior designer in me almost didn't notice that she was leading me by the hand up stairs to the second floor.

The master bedroom was done just as well as the rest of the house with an impressive king sized bed and the right mixture of feminine and masculine touches. Noticing her husband's things I started to feel weird about the situation. She got my attention by drawing her shirt off over her head leaving her in bra, skirt, etc. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off.

Her lips were sweet, her kisses a drink of water to a woman dying of thirst. I left everything about myself behind: my day, my worries, my past, my future. My universe shrank to her, me, and the room.

We'd been so rushed before that we took it slow. I touched her everywhere, enjoying the taste of her skin on my fingertips, the heft of her breasts in her lace bra, the concave of her back and fullness of her bottom. Our lips strayed, kissing cheeks, eyes, jawlines, necks, ears, all the while our bodies moving against each other.

The feeling of her breasts against mine, her lace against my satin, was intoxicating to me. My nipples were making little tents in the satin material and were sensitive even through it. When she reached around me and unhooked my bra, I took the opportunity to do the same. Bras discarded we resumed and her breasts touching mine were even more arousing.

We started to get more hurried as our excitement was rising. I unzipped her skirt and she helped me out of my slacks. Shoes kicked away we were on her bed down to undies as well as my garter belt and thigh highs.

"You're a fancy girl!" she teased, snapping my garters and caressing my nylon-covered thighs.

"I love lingerie. Makes me feel pretty."

"You're more than pretty, Annie. You're exquisite..." she said with palpable seriousness before kissing until I was on my back on the bed. She took a moment to straddle my hips before leaning down to kiss me and move her breasts against mine.

"You're so sensual," I responded, overwhelmed by the desires I had for her. I held her to me and lost myself in everything about her... how she felt on top of me, the weight of her breasts against me, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume... Minutes flew by as we drank deeply of each other.

Finally, she sat up again, her lipstick a bit marred by our play.

"Sooooo, do you wanna have sex?" she asked coyly before we both started laughing...

Very hot stuff
 
PART 5

I nodded with a smile. She began to caress my breasts, her fingers dancing with my engorged nipples sending pleasure shocks to my pussy. I moaned and half-closed my eyes, lost in the sensations.

She began to grind a little with her hips, moving our pussies around each other enough to tug our panties this way and that. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed the vertical bars of the headboard, letting her do whatever she wanted with me.

Soon, she moved until one of my legs was over hers and I gasped as our pussies pressed and slid against each other through our panties. I helped get us into a a grinding rhythm that felt so good. It didn't take long for her to get up to get our of her panties, pull mine off and get back into position, our hot flesh and juices mixing directly.

I began to lose track of time and we became one glorious, erotic animal moving by instinct. She pulled my nipples hard as she did the same to herself and we quickly approached orgasmic release.

"Yes, yes, come with me baby," she moaned. I secretly wished I was bound to the headboard and I loved her weight on me, the feel of her body. I began to be overwhelmed and moaned long and loud.

I could feel her tremble with her own orgasm as my pussy spasmed and my body shivered with pleasure overload. We struggled to maintain our movements and eventually settled with her laying on me, both breathing hard and sweating.

She looked into my eyes, glanced at where my hands were, and flashed me with a devilish grin. "I have some toys..."

Fantastic
 
PART 6

At first it was hard to tell if I was dreaming. There were light touches on my naked skin, gentle caresses as I lay asleep on her bed. Long after I was sure I was awake I remained in that cocoon of peace, warmth, and intimacy. I felt her shift on the bed and then her lips press against my raised hip.

I had to moan softly in appreciation and smiled, even though I kept my eyes closed. I wanted her to continue and not be held back thinking I might still be asleep. Her kisses and fingertips fluttered over my back, my legs, and my bottom. Turning, my body moved to spread face down on the bed, my legs opening a bit.

Seeing her cue, she gave my bottom more attention with kisses and licks on my round cheeks. She couldn't see me bite my lips. My bottom is one of my erogenous zones and her attentions were quickly getting me aroused. Her fingers began to hold and massage each cheek and I sighed out loud, spreading my legs apart, aching for her to go further.

The unmistakeable snap of the cap of the lube bottle made me gasp a little and then more when the drizzle played out over my cheeks and ran between them. Her fingers massaged the generous amounts of lube all over, teasing me, before moving closer and closer to my hole. She touched and pressed my hole and then slid a slippery finger inside me.

"Oh yess...." I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets. Slowly, she worked her finger deep and then out of my bottom. I relaxed and then felt two fingers slide in. My moan of "more" was answered by a third finger.

When the dildo pressed against my hole, I knew it would be a challenge. But the feel of being that filled was what I craved so much...

"Too big?" she whispered.

"No! no I mean, no its good, give me a little time..."

She was patient, adding a gentle pulsing pressure from the dildo. When my bottom opened and the thick shaft slid in, I had to cry out... "Oh god that's good..." She laughed and then I laughed a little and nearly shot it out again, but her hand held it steady. Surprisingly the humor did nothing to break the sexual tension as it often had with my husband.

"I guess when you said you were a size queen, you weren't kidding," she teased.

"why, how... big?"

"Bigger than the one you saw in my nightstand."

The dildo I'd seen had been thick and about eight inches. My ass was being deliciously stretched and filled by this new monster and it was making me so wet.

"fuck me..." I moaned and I felt the dildo start to thrust and withdraw, squelching a little with all the lube.

"Oh yes, more..." Again she complied, moving faster and thrusting more firmly, her gripping hand smacking into my bottom cheeks on the push. It all felt wonderful and I began to snake a hand underneath to reach my pussy.

I didn't need to. Her free hand began stroking my lips and brushing my clit in fast circles.

"You can... oh fuck... walk and chew gum... at the same... time I bet..." I teased as pleasure signals were beginning to overload my senses. She didn't reply, focused on her task.

She had me riding that dildo until I begged her to make me cum. Immediately, the dildo thrusting got fast and hard just as her fingers began to flick my clit. I nearly blacked out when my orgasm rushed out across my body except all I was seeing was white. I felt my body writhe and arch as if driven by the jolts of pleasure to let them escape me some way or I would be overwhelmed.

By the time the dildo was gone and my orgasm was subsiding, there were tears on my face and she was kissing my back, her fingers gently holding my pussy.

So hot
 
PART 8

We pretended to look at the menus as our hands moved slightly, enjoying every sensation of holding each other's hand. I felt flush and heady, bubbly and excited. We'd already been with each other in the most carnal ways but there was an amazing feeling of "she really likes me like I like her" to the hand-holding act. Somehow, it was the most intimate we'd been.

When our order came, we reluctantly let go of each other and ate and talked. We didn't talk about husbands or sex but of our personal histories. She told me about flunking out of college because she was in love with another girl but then going back and finishing her degree. I talked about working at the university and my passion to be a writer.

We ordered a flan to share and enjoyed nibbling at it as we talked about what our dreams always were and what they are today. To say we were smitten with each other would be a monumental understatement.

I noticed that the waitress had long finished cleaning up but was leaning on a counter and pretending to read the paper. She would glance over at us and smile a conspiratorial smile and I just beamed. I wanted everyone to feel the joy I was feeling in these simple moments.

Randy as always, Angelina's fingers began to wander. I'd worn a light cotton sun dress so her fingers were caressing my left thigh in moments. I bit my bottom lip and let whatever I was saying trail off. I was without my beloved thigh highs on such a warm day but her touch felt good on my bare, smooth skin.

She looked into my eyes and her hand began to push the hem of my dress up until her fingers touched my satin panties. Slowly she touched and gently stroked me through the material, feeling it get very wet with my excitement. I glanced at the waitress and she hadn't moved but she was staring. I couldn't tell if she could see under the table but I guess she could tell by the way our bodies were positioned.

When her hand moved up and then slid under my panties, I felt her fingers slide against my wet, swollen lips and brush my throbbing clit and I had to moan. She leaned in, pressing her cheek to mine.

"I want you..." she whispered and two fingers curled and slipped inside me.

"I'm yours..." I whispered back. With only one witness and one who seemed ready to take in the show, I pushed her hand more firmly against me. "I'm so close..."

Angelina's thumb moved to stroke my clit as her fingers thrust in and out of me and it wasn't a minute before I bit down on her dress and tried to stifle a moan. I was not very successful. I felt my whole world was her hand so deftly pleasuring me and then the wave rose all over my body. Everything curled that could as I came and came.

When I settled down, I glanced over and saw the waitress's mouth agape. Angelina sorted out my panties and dress and motioned to pay the bill. The girl came over and left us with a receipt with her name and phone number on it. I glanced at Angelina and we both gave a little smile.

I am loving you story.
 
PART 10

"Lay back on the bed, lover," she said with a wild look in her eyes. I complied, laying out for her, my breathing fast and my legs sliding against themselves. She opened her suitcase and came out with a pair of handcuffs.

"I noticed..." was all she said as she moved to the head of the bed, slid the cuffs through an opening of the head board and held them open for me. I was flush and wet with excitement as I voluntarily placed my wrists in the metal and felt her close them with loud ratchety clicks.

I'd not talked about this with her at all but she'd picked up how I acted when she went down on me. My fantasies of bondage were old and powerful for me. The feeling of being restrained and out of control was a powerful aphrodisiac.

"I'm thinking you need this too," she smiled, dangling a rubber ball gag from one finger. The way my eyes widened and my mouth opened just slightly gave her her answer. Feeling the ball stretch my mouth until it settled behind my teeth and then her fingers buckling it behind my head had my pussy twinging with pleasure.

She pulled out nipple clamps but I shook my head gently 'no'. After a pause, she dropped them back into the suitcase with a quiet, "another time".

Her final reveal was a large cock-shaped dildo that she stroked lovingly. It was dark, even darker than my skin, and was accurate down to the veins. I moaned through the gag and she hopped on to the bed.

Urging my legs apart (which I complied quite willingly) she sat next to my pussy and ran the dildo against my stomach, my bra, my thighs, and finally over my panties.

"Now, I enjoy getting filled but I think you like it a special way." The head nosed down to press the satin of my panties between my bottom cheeks. My nostrils were flaring as I was breathing hard, my heart racing as I nodded...

So sexy
 
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