Saturday, December 15, 2012
saturday night
So I didn't make it to Sweet Wednesday. Annoyingly it was nothing to do with cowardice on my part and everything to do with work but if the work excuse hadn't been there who knows if I would have gone? Maybe I would have thought of another reason to not attend?
Still.
It's Saturday night, I've just shaved my legs and I'm sat here like a good girl enjoying the sensation of my butt plug pressing into me.
Still.
It's Saturday night, I've just shaved my legs and I'm sat here like a good girl enjoying the sensation of my butt plug pressing into me.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Amber time!!
I have a whole week to myself. Sadly I still have to work :-( but hope to find some time to take pictures.
I've ordered some new toys and a whole stack of make-up which will hopefully all arrive on Saturday.
xxx
I've ordered some new toys and a whole stack of make-up which will hopefully all arrive on Saturday.
xxx
Monday, November 26, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
the doorbell just rang ...
... and although I had time to pull of my dress and wig and throw on some jeans and a t-shirt I was still wearing panties and tights. They were either selling double glazing or religion (it doesn't matter I don't need either!), I didn't really listen.
All I could think about was whether or not they could tell or if they just thought I just wore fishnet socks!
I kind of hope they knew though.
xxx
All I could think about was whether or not they could tell or if they just thought I just wore fishnet socks!
I kind of hope they knew though.
xxx
Monday, October 8, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
written for an admirer x
I pulled at the hem of my dress for the
millionth time, adjusting it, straightening it, checking out how I
looked in the mirror, my stomach threatening to empty its contents
all over the wooden floor in the bedroom.
A mess.
That's how I looked.
In my too cheap wig and with make-up
inexpertly plastered over my face I looked like exactly what I was.
An inexperienced virgin wannabe slut. He was going to take one look,
turn right round and leave with an expression of disgust stamped over
his face and I'd spend the next hour changing back into my boy
clothes, cleaning myself up and trying (and probably failing) not to
cry too much.
I felt like crying then which would
only make things a thousand times worse. Answering the door with
puffy cheeks and mascara streaked across my face.
Though from our chats online part of me
thought that might even turn him on a little. I got the feeling he
knew what he wanted and how to make sure I delivered. At least I
hoped so. I didn't want to be allowed to think too much or have any
choice beyond the limits we'd already discussed. It would only give
me the option to back down and inside I knew that if I did I'd never
know how it felt to become a willing submissive girl. I couldn't go
through the waiting and the nerves again.
Especially after all the effort I'd put
in. Not that it showed.
I'd spent the whole morning preparing.
Re-shaving my legs in the bath, trimming the hair short around my
girly cock with my clippers, cleaning my clit, douching and then
douching again. loving the sensation of warm water up inside of me,
moisturising from head to toe, painting my nails, carefully (at least
as carefully as I was able - I needed much more practice!) applying
foundation, eye liner, eye shadow and mascara and then gliding
scarlet lipstick across my lips and shaping them to a full pout. Then
there had been the small matter of what to wear!!! What if he didn't
hang around long enough to see the lingerie hidden beneath my dress?
My phone buzzed on the side table. I
jumped in my skin. A text.
I'm at the top of your road. Call
me
I shook as I pressed the call button.
He took an age to pick up.
"Hello"
I was too nervous to speak.
"Who is this?"
I answered, cringing internally at the
sound of my unfeminine voice, "It's Amber"
"Good girl. What number are you?"
I told him.
"I'll be there in two minutes.
Don't even think about answering the door if you're not fully
dressed. Do you understand?"
I nodded and then felt foolish knowing
he couldn't see what I was doing, "Yes."
He hung up and my heart began to pound
at twice the rate it had been previously. I'd just told him where I
lived! He was actually coming. Suddenly it wasn't just a game.
I was terrified. My girly cock
shriveled up in my panties in fear and my throat was dry. There was
nothing horny or erotic about the situation anymore. I wished beyond
all else I'd never agreed to the meet in the first place.
I nearly fainted when the doorbell
rang. Instead I just froze, holding my breath, hoping he would just
go away.
The buzzer sounded again. This time
longer, more insistent. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
My phone buzzed. The caller ID clearly
displaying his name. I resisted answering it but it just kept ringing
until eventually I caved in and hit the talk button.
"Open the door Amber"
I didn't know what to do or say so
remained silent.
"It's okay I know how nervous you
must be. Just let me in and at least give us the opportunity to be
face to face before you make any decisions."
I knew he could probably hear me almost
hyperventilating.
"You'll only regret letting the
chance to find out pass you by."
He was right. And he knew I would think
so too. We'd chatted online so often he knew what I wanted and
desired more than I did. All I knew for certain was that I wanted to
be Amber for real, even if only once.
I walked to the front door and opened
it, the phone still connected and gripped tightly in my hand.
A cold breeze blew into the hallway,
the wind whipping up my stockinged legs, sensual around my lace
panties. Momentarily distracted I hardly noticed as he quickly
brushed past me, shutting the door firmly behind as he stepped
through.
He stood close to me. He smelled clean,
newly showered, but underneath something manly, a faint odour of
musk. I felt his eyes on my dress, body, legs. He hadn't looked me in
the eye yet.
If he was disappointed he hid it well.
Not even a flicker of disdain or disgust. I waited nervously for him
to say something. Anything.
He took my hand, “I'm glad you let me
in. You look lovely Amber.”
My whole being relaxed. Almost
immediately he leant forward and kissed me lightly. Unable to control
myself I parted my lips and almost willed him to explore my mouth
with his tongue.
He didn't need any encouragement.
Within seconds I had melted into his arms, my body bending and
moulding to fit his. I could feel his cock pressing into my body. His
hands were urgent, seeking out my stocking tops, cold fingers
brushing my smooth legs. We stumbled together, joined at the lips,
backwards towards the open bedroom door.
I had never felt so alive. So feminine.
So desperate to be taken and used. To be and do whatever he wanted.
He spun us both as we neared the end of
the bed and sat down on its edge, tracing his strong hands over me as
he did so. Without needing to be asked I lowered myself to my knees
in front of him. He took my hand and ran it over his trousers up
towards the bulge I had felt pressing into me in the hallway. I
massaged it through the fabric, my eyes locked into his. I watched
his face carefully as I gently toyed with it, feeling more confident
and sure of what I needed to do with every passing second.
Still watching him I unzipped his
trouser and opened them to free him and see the effect I was having
on him first hand. It was beautiful. I gently pulled back his
foreskin, fixated by how it felt in my hand, how warm and soft it
felt even though it was rock hard. Like the rest of him it smelt
clean although far more masculine.
“Look at me Amber”.
I tore my gaze away from his cock. He
smiled down at me.
“Good girl. I want you keep your eyes
on mine. I want to see how much you enjoy having me inside your
mouth.”
I lost all track of time as I gazed up
into his eyes, his cock deep inside my warm willing mouth. My tongue
exploring every inch of it, his hips rocking up from the bed to meet
me as I sucked my first cock. I wished it would never end but
eventually I felt him tighten, his breath sharp and hurried.
His body bucked and he stared deep into
my eyes as I felt and tasted cum on my tongue, deep in my throat,
spilling out onto my lips. I couldn't help myself. I swallowed and
licked up every last drop, still meeting his gaze, showing him how
thankful I was he'd chosen me to receive his cum. How happy I was to
be serving him. I licked and cleaned him until his cock began to
soften between my lips.
He stroked my hair gently, his fingers
and thumb lightly caressing my face.
He patted the bed next to him.
“Sit up here with me Amber.” He
smiled, a firm look in his eye, “we've only just started girl.
There's lots more I'd like to show you.”
I didn't consider questioning him. I
belonged to him now. Whatever he desired was his for the taking.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
just one question
As I slipped on my panties and gently pulled my hold-ups up my freshly shaved and moisturised legs.
As I slid into a pair of heels.
As I teetered into the bathroom with a bottle of lube and a plug.
As I began to massage my pussy with liberally lubed fingers, panties nipping at my ankles.
As I started to gently moan in ecstasy, one hand pressing against the tiles for support, the other working my tight hole, loosening it, warming it up, preparing it for the plug.
As I slathered the plug in lube and then bent forward, using the wall behind me to help push it slowly into my now burning pussy.
As I pulled my panties up and pressed the plug as deep as it would sit inside of me.
As I clenched my ass cheeks tight to hold it in place.
As I made my way into the kitchen, a dull ache throbbing in my pussy.
As I sat in front of the computer and ground my ass into the chair to secure that plug and feel it stretch me even further.
As I felt my limp clit slowly leak into my panties.
As I fantasised about being forced to dress, to obey, to become a willing obedient girl.
As I began to type this.
I did wonder.
How did it come to this?
As I slid into a pair of heels.
As I teetered into the bathroom with a bottle of lube and a plug.
As I began to massage my pussy with liberally lubed fingers, panties nipping at my ankles.
As I started to gently moan in ecstasy, one hand pressing against the tiles for support, the other working my tight hole, loosening it, warming it up, preparing it for the plug.
As I slathered the plug in lube and then bent forward, using the wall behind me to help push it slowly into my now burning pussy.
As I pulled my panties up and pressed the plug as deep as it would sit inside of me.
As I clenched my ass cheeks tight to hold it in place.
As I made my way into the kitchen, a dull ache throbbing in my pussy.
As I sat in front of the computer and ground my ass into the chair to secure that plug and feel it stretch me even further.
As I felt my limp clit slowly leak into my panties.
As I fantasised about being forced to dress, to obey, to become a willing obedient girl.
As I began to type this.
I did wonder.
How did it come to this?
Labels:
evolution,
forced feminisation,
impromptu photoshoot
Monday, July 23, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
so where have i been?
On holiday.
In the midst of a dental crisis (still one week to go on that one).
Continuing to try and find a job (still a long way to go on that one!).
Started a running regime too as I fear I have a little weight to lose. How did it appear?
But I'm back, intent on returning to posting regularly and sat here in a dress like every good girl should be trying to find someone to chat to.
xxx
In the midst of a dental crisis (still one week to go on that one).
Continuing to try and find a job (still a long way to go on that one!).
Started a running regime too as I fear I have a little weight to lose. How did it appear?
But I'm back, intent on returning to posting regularly and sat here in a dress like every good girl should be trying to find someone to chat to.
xxx
Saturday, May 12, 2012
off the radar!
I've been off the radar for a week or two! I have been quite unwell. Seriously unwell!
And sadly will be for the rest of this month at least. Luckily for me the next three weeks will be spent on holiday so much more fun than it has been I hope.
And sadly will be for the rest of this month at least. Luckily for me the next three weeks will be spent on holiday so much more fun than it has been I hope.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
weird ...
... but I enjoy the aching sensation I get from being aroused but unsatisfied. I love feeling my girly clit throb for sometimes hours afterwards.
I want for release but at the same time know it's not really my decision as to when, if at all, that will happen.
I want for release but at the same time know it's not really my decision as to when, if at all, that will happen.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
home!
I've been away for the weekend.
It was lovely to get home, shower, shave and slip into something more feminine. Now to do some chores around the house like a good girl.
I wish!!
It was lovely to get home, shower, shave and slip into something more feminine. Now to do some chores around the house like a good girl.
I wish!!
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