Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Lana Turner

Wow!


From: A Slip of a Girl

One of those days


You ever have one of those days, the day that is going like Hell, and all you can think about is, please, please let it end so I can go home, slip into a pretty chemise, pour a glass of wine, and sit on the couch under a blanket and read a book?

Yes, I'm having one of those days!!!!!!!!!!!!

Uugh.

Emily


I doubt I'll ever post a picture of Emily, she is a tad more private than I am, and I've not even posted any of me. However, for the curious, she looks about like this. Tall (5'10"), skinny, leggy, dirty blond. That's pretty much her hair type, too.

Her best features? Her legs, by far, followed closely by her wonderful rear. She's not the most busty of women, but, as I heard someone say, breasts are for babies, legs are for men (or sissies, as the case may be.)

So, if you're into that type, she's that type she is. I am luckily into many different types, so it isn't just her body I lust for (and oh how I lust for it), but it is her wonderful mind, too.

Haute Shots


Stacie posted from shots of Mrs. E. Lovely, as usual.

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Expectations


Found on Le Love

Peace


I'm happy to report that we did kiss and make up. Eventually. Not without some cost to me, though, which I deserved.

Contrasts

I wore a three button, vested suit to work today. I have several vested suits and always get compliments when I wear them for how handsome I look.



Naturally, my friends, associates, and colleagues at the office who complimented me this morning have no idea that under my suit I'm wearing this pretty new open bottom girdle from Secrets in Lace along with 100% nylon stockings.

All day, every step I take, every motion, I feel the slight tug of the girdle on my stockings, a small, subtle reminder that no matter how masculine I may look at first glance, underneath, I'm also quite feminine.

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Monday, September 28, 2009

Bad


Emily was a little miffed with me this morning and there is a fair chance I'm going to be punished when I get home.


Which, of course, will lead to kissing and making up.

Monday Cock


Friday, September 25, 2009

evening


I'm making emily dinner tonight at my place. I also have several bottles of wine. We'll be like this way before midnight :)

Friday Cock


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Submission

This is how a girl like me loves to be. On her knees, in front her her mistress, her lover, worshiping, submitting.

Emily/Evan Caption

Just something I threw together...

The Things That Excite Me

From: The Things That Excite Me

What excites me?

1. Her lovely lingerie. Obviously the sissy part of me, the Sara part, the feminine part really loves that ensemble, really loves the stockings. I want to wear that.

2. Her. She's lovely. I'd spend hours licking every inch of her.

Yes, I recognize that it was the desire for her lingerie, that came first.


Thursday Cock


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Post Evan


I've gotten some complaint that I've left everyone in the dark about what happened last weekend when Emily's friend Evan came to visit and stayed with her.

I apologize, but to some extent, I have not written in because I'm still not sure what happened.

Yes, he came for the weekend. Yes, he stayed with Emily. Yes, they went out to dinner on Friday night, as well as out to a club on Saturday night. Yes, she wore the white babydoll on Friday.

But...I don't know what, if anything, happened.

Sunday afternoon I was sitting on my couch in a satin cami and tap panty set and a matching robe, at my place, drinking a glass of wine, reading the Sunday Times, when I heard a key in the lock.

"Emily," I said, surprised when she walked in the door.

"Hello my pretty girl," she smiled, closing the door behind her. "Still in your jamies, I see?"

"I," I looked down, "I didn't expect to hear from you till later."

"Well, Evan and I had late lunch, we slept in and he just left, so I thought I'd come over and see if Sara was behaving."

"Why wouldn't I be behaving," I asked.

"Well, sometimes a girl misbehaves," she chuckled. Em walked across the floor, her heels clacking on the hard wood, sat down in a leather club chair opposite me. She crossed her legs and I watched her black skirt ride up her thigh, exposing the pink welts of her stockings.

"You...you look nice," I said, unable to pull my eyes away from her nylon clad legs.

"Thank you. I thought you'd like. Everyone else seemed to, also."

"Everyone else?"

"The old man at the table next to us at lunch, the waiter...Evan."

I looked away, felt my face flush.

"That's what you've fantasized about all weekend, haven't you?"

I looked down at the floor.

"Haven't you, Sara?"

"Yes."

"Come here," she said softly.

I stoop up, still not looking her in the eye, walked towards her, stood awkwardly in front of her. She nodded her head, with her eyes, indicated that I should kneel or sit in front of her, sit at her feet, at her throne.

"Isn't this what you fantasize about, Sara? Isn't this the dark things you write about in your stories, on your blog?"

I didn't answer, why should I? She knew. Emily moved her foot forward, until the top of her foot was under me, hovering, lightly pressing on the front of my panties, pressing into the swelling.

"You KNOW I've read that story you wrote, A Change in our Marriage. That's your fantasy, I know."

I closed my eyes, felt her foot massaging me, the erection in the tap panties.

"Evan really did love the white babydoll I wore Friday night after dinner."

A small gasp escaped my lips. I couldn't help it.

Emily laughed. "I know what you fell asleep dreaming about, Sara, but I didn't do that, I didn't fuck him. He wanted to, but I didn't. I made him stop."

I exhaled loudly, relief actually washed over me.

"Oh, I was a little naughty, but we didn't go that far...I forget what happens at second base, third base and all that, which one's under the shirt, which one's in the pants...or panties."

"Emily," I was breathing so fast I thought I might pass out.

"I want you, Sara."

I looked up, in her eyes, the hunger.

"I don't want a man right now, I want you."

She had me, right there, in the living room. Then later, in the bedroom.

I'm not exactly sure what they did, what was fantasy and teasing, what was real. I only know that the hours we spent touching each other Sunday afternoon and evening were some of the best, most intimate sex we've every had.

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