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Please Please Write Sissy Story I Desperately Need

Hey guys
Can someone write or do my needs as practice?
A story about someone who’s crossdressing for the first time going outside very late on a date that’s been set on the internet to suck a stranger’s cock in his car and swallowing his cum and tastings pee for the first time.
On the way back home she tries to offer herself to construction workers who were sleeping to use her in every possible way *must include lots of piss drinking and golden showers, cum and piss bukkake* and she stays there for a few days as the replacement for their toilet, sucking every dick dry when they need to pee so they don’t need to go to the bathroom, the toilet comes to them.
I can’t stop imagining being a toilet for people but I’m ugly :(
Please please please

Date day [MF]

I want you to picture this. Imagine you can go out shopping again like normal. We decide to go out shopping for the day. A date day. In addition to picking out your panties for the, I surprise you with the remote control vibe, which of course I’ve already charged and linked to my phone. I request that you wear it while we’re out and about today. Of course, you follow instructions.

I drive us to the big outlet mall, lots of stores and lots of exploring to be do. I’m driving and I don’t touch the remote at all. While driving we’re talking of course and you get so distracted with the conversation you forget that you even have the vibrator in your panties. We even go into a few stores and I still don’t activate it. You’ve completely forgotten it’s down there. We go into a kitchen supply store. You’re looking for some new baking tools. While you’re looking at some silicone muffin tray, that’s when I activate it, surprising you so intensely you drop the sheet almost and stumble around like someone tripped you. Don’t worry though, no one can hear it and nothing broke. I flash an evil smile at you. “This is going to be fun” I tell you. You try to continue browsing around the store, but I’ve got the toy on, vibrating low and steadily, and now it has become very distracting to you. Read more »

Waiting… (Flash Fiction) (Cuckquean)

I hear the garage door open, and try to give my most seductive pose. I got waxed earlier this week, my body smooth. The lingerie is a simple babydoll, white and see through. I skipped the panties, wanting quick access. My husband comes in, clearly surprised by my actions. He mutters about the gym, his long work day, how he needs a shower. I don’t give him the time to clean though.

I can smell her, that subtle smell of perfume. He tried to hide it, but I knew that Tuesdays were the day he saw her. A motel at lunch, he brings the food, her the pussy. She called me, confessing the affair, and instead of angry, I was turned on. I hated it, but I couldn’t deny my arousal.

I knelt at his feet, pulling his pants down, wanting to taste his cock. I could taste her, as he tried to stop me. I refused, taking him fully in my mouth, feeling his erection grow. I bent over asking him to fuck me. I imagined I was her, the other woman, fucked in a dirty room. I came, quick, as I felt him unload in me. I sighed, pulling off his cock. I debated telling him I knew, but decided not to. Not yet, as I still figuring out my level of acceptance. I knew that next Tuesday I’ll suck his cock again, eager to taste.

First Inkling (excerpt) [MF bondage Contortionism]

*Hi everyone. Im sorry my stuff is so long. So i’ve pared it down for your pleasure. I hope you enjoy*

In short order, they learned that her ability to “Turn Out” her hip like a ballet dancer was not just something useful in her improv comedy class. She had known she had flexible hips and had told him so, but it took their first meet, for him to really start understanding what her limber hips could do. Soon their favorite starting position was for her for to lay on her back as she lifted her legs straight up, while he grabbed her tush and squeezed and then plied her outer labia with his thumbs, before leaning his head in to kiss her inner thighs as his hands curled around them, slowly climbing up her legs until his hands and tongue reached her ankles and then he would cross her ankles and fold her legs Indian-style onto her breasts and chest. They would fuck in this position. He would then would uncross her ankles and place her feet sole to sole. Moving her clasped feet onto her chin, he stretched her out into a butterfly-stretch and fucked again. Other times, he would lower her feet, still pressed sole-to-sole, down onto her chest. Her knees would drop down onto the bed beside her as she opened herself up to him. The tops of her toes would touch the bottom of her chin. She wiggled her toes at him. These toes would become the first step in the long road of foot fetishism for the poor bastard. Read more »

The Great Erotica Advent Calendar

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My first time was in the woods part 1 [virginity, nonfiction]

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” asked Jen as Kevin turned off the highway onto an old dirt road.

“Quite sure,” he replied. Kevin is my older brother. He met Jen at school and they’d been seeing each other for a few months now. Summer vacation had just started and he said he knew of a nice place to go swim for the day to beat the heat. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but as we go further down this road, the woods aren’t the only thing that’s looking shady.

I look over at Cathy, sitting next to me in the back seat. Cathy is Jen’s younger sister; she’s the reason I’m along on this trip. She convinced Jen that it would be better to bring her along than leave her alone all day at home. I was brought along to keep her company.

My name is Mark. I’m the same age as Jen. Due to the oddities of the school districts, we went to different schools even though we live down the street from each other. It’s another oddity why Kevin and Jen didn’t bother to introduce us earlier. Read more »

Short and Sweet [blowjob][oral]

You were standing there wearing only your jeans, chiseled body on display and all I wanted to do was make you cum. I walked over, hugged you and moved my hand down to your crotch. I could feel your dick get hard under my hand. My pussy was instantly wet. I slid down to my knees and took your cock out. I didn’t think you could get harder, but you did. All I wanted was to please you. I took you in my mouth as far as I could. Hearing your sharp intake of breath and moan made me even wetter. I sucked you hard and bobbed while I massaged your balls. I couldn’t think, I just wanted you. I wanted your cock, your pleasure, your desire and your cum. You grabbed my head and forced yourself deeper. Your thrusts were deliberate. The sounds of your breathing ragged and lustful. My pussy was on fire and literally dripping wetness down my legs. You fucked my mouth so hard my eyes watered and I had to resist gagging. Then with one final pump and groan you filled my throat with a huge warm load of cum. When that first spurt hit the back of my throat I came too. No touching myself, no toys. In that moment I knew you were going to be fun.

The Island

“In other news, a few select outsiders have been admitted entry to the island recently. As a reminder, it’s recommended that new residents bring themselves to the edge of orgasm at least twice daily in public to acclimate properly.” [The woman on the news](https://i.redd.it/5td6luoxfhh51.jpg) smiles, hooks a finger into her bikini top, and pulls down, briefly flashing one of her tits to her audience.

As the news plays in the background, there’s a knock at the door. [A fresh face](https://i.imgur.com/ftK13Un.jpg) waits patiently for his cultural coordinator to answer. [She walks to the door](https://gfycat.com/spanishsoulfulalpineroadguidetigerbeetle-angela-white) and opens it. “Hey! I’m glad you made it. Did you have any trouble finding the place?” she says, eyes bright with enthusiasm. “No, although there were plenty of, uh, distractions,” he replies, his voice slightly shaky with pent-up desire. Her smile widens. “Yeah, I’ll bet. In that case, maybe you could show me the island’s formal greeting.”

The man looks around, still outside on the doorstep for anyone to see, then grabs hold of his shorts. Teasingly, he slowly undoes them, then exposes his rigid, towering cock, a drop of pre-cum drooling from its head in anticipation. His hostess gracefully kneels down and deeply kisses the frenulum of his cock, sucking up his leaking pre-cum in the process. He gasps and braces himself against the doorframe, knees going weak with pleasure. She stands, licking her lips, then says, “Good boy. I think you’re going to like it here.”

First Inkling [MF bondage Contortionism]

This was way back in the days when people wrote email the way they still used to write letters. They had met online by first commenting on each other’s blogs. Soon they were emailing in the evening after work/school. They started speaking by phone. They spent countless hours talking the nights away. Her voice was soft: her words sophisticated. Sharp. Droll. Sometimes, over the phone, she would read to him; she read a lot—more than anyone he had known until then, or-thereafter. Both of them were too shy to send a picture, but really, they just enjoyed their time together and didn’t want to ruin things so quickly. Listening to her voice, he became infatuated with her enunciation and tone. Although he tried, he could not imagine—other than her being white—what she looked like.

He bought an airplane ticket and flew to Minneapolis, Minnesota which he had only known about from listening to “A Prairie Home Companion” radio show when he was a kid, as his family would drive an hour, after church services, to Sunday brunch. Usually, his family was able to finish eating and start the drive home in time to catch Mr.Kiellor’s monologue. To this day, one of his best memories of his family is sitting in the backseat, belly full, listening to the story of Bruno, the fishing dog. Read more »