Six-Word Memoirs: The Legend

Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, <SMITH Magazine> re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

So here are a few I came up with…

Dad, Granny would have loved her.

Surprise! I’m a sissy, not gay.
Sweat Shop Sissy finds true love.
Sissy husband gives post-orgasm massage.
Husband, father, baker, sissy. Loser? Not!

What would yours be?

                                                   xoxoxoxo

I think this commercial first aired right around the time I bought my Mini…

♀ & I have sex in it a couple of times and it’s not the least comfortable vehicle I’ve ever had sex in (original VW Bug), but it’s sure not the most comfortable (1950 Dodge 3/4 ton truck with leather bench seat).  We didn’t have <this handy tutorial>, but we managed.

What’s the best/worst car you’ve ever had sex in?

Inquiring minds need to know.

Cheers,

sss

It’s occurred to me that part of <♀ ambivalence towards fucking me with a strap-on> might be a feeling of disconnect while she’s doing it. So a few months ago we bought <a new toy>. I thought perhaps if she could get pleasure while she was doing me she’d be a little a lot more into it. We approached this toy much differently then we did when we bought our first strap-on. We didn’t know I was a sissy yet so the sexual dynamic between us was quite different then it is now. When we first bought the harness and dildo it was to satisfy my desires. Even though we figured out a way <for me to use it on her>, I think we both still thought of it as mine. Now of course ‘mine’ isn’t really part of my vocabulary anymore.

It was probably six months ago when we bought it and it languished in the toy drawer for quite awhile. The first time she took it out, we were both dressed and nothing really sexual was going on. We put the battery in, assessed the vibration and compared it to her other dildos (it’s a lot bigger).

The next time, she just put the bulb in her pussy to see if she could hold it in (she could). Then she turned on the vibrator to see if she could feel it against her clit (she could).

Another time she brought it out and held it against my thigh to try to determine if I’d be able to have the bulb in my ass and fuck her with two cocks. I think it would work, but I don’t know if my sphincter would be strong enough to hold it in place.

A couple of months later (yes months…I’m  learning to be obedient and patient) I’d come before she had and she told me to fuck her with the big new toy. She had a very nice orgasm, but said later that she couldn’t feel the vibrator as well with the cock part of the toy as she did with the bulb. After she was done, she let me lick her juices off of it.

One night just after Christmas, she had the bulb inside of her and was enjoying the vibrations on her clit and she told me I could ride her. I lubed her up and eagerly lowered myself onto her big blue cock. It really is well designed. Every time I pushed down on the cock, the ribbed/vibrating crux of the toy pushed harder against her clit.

This past Tuesday was a <playday> and no, it didn’t unfold the way I’d hoped and yes, I got spanked with the hair-brush for being grumpy about it, but we did fuck three times and went for a very nice walk in the sunshine. Anyway just prior to our second trip to the bedroom, ♀ asked if I was empty then suggested I give myself a rinse just to be sure. When I returned I found her spread out on the bed, blue bulb in hand and big blue cock buried to the hilt in her succulent pussy. I sat beside her, stroked her legs with my finger tips, rubbed her tummy, squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples, nibbled on her neck, blew softly into her ear and held her tight as the orgasm rippled through her body.

She slid the toy slowly out of her dripping pussy, stood at the side of the bed, inserted the bulb and in a husky voice said, “did you enjoy watching me fuck your wife, bitch?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you want to lick her girly goo off my cock?”

I dropped to my knees and was just about to take him in my mouth when…

SLAP! “Did I give you permission to lick my cock?”

“No Sir.”

“You’re not very obedient, are you?”

“I’m very sorry, sir. May I please lick ♀ juices off you’re big thick cock?”

“That’s much better. Yes you may.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Slowly and in the most seductive way I know how, I licked all the way up the shaft. He moaned and sat on the edge of the bed. I took the head and maybe a third of his cock into my mouth and started bobbing up and down. I stroked the rest of his cock with one hand and played with the vibrator with the other.

He put his hands on my shoulders. “Take it all, bitch.”

I only had about half his length in my mouth when I could feel the tip touching the gag point at the back of my throat. “I’m sorry Sir. I really don’t think I can take anymore, your cock is just to big.”

SMACK! “I want a proper blow-job, bitch. If you won’t give me one, you can get the fuck out of this bedroom.”

I tried again and this time he put his hands on the back of my head. He let me go down at my own pace, but was firm enough that I couldn’t retreat. It took some effort, but eventually his cock was down my throat and my lips were against his crotch.

He let me up some. “That was so fucking hot. You’ll make a sweet little cock sucker.” Then he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved me back down onto his cock. Then up. Then back down. Over and over he used my throat like a Fleshlight. It seemed like a long time, but was probably only about ten seconds and when he finally stopped my face was wet with tears. I hadn’t really been crying, but my eyes had watered a lot. It was pretty intense.

“Oh, I made the little sissy boy cry.” He stood up and told me to bend over the bed. I watched him in the <mirrors> get into position behind me. It wasn’t until I felt him pushing against my tight little asshole with that big thick cock that I realized one of us had forgotten something very important.

“Excuse me Sir, don’t you think you should use some lube?”

“Do you deserve lube?” And he pushed a little harder against my ass.

“Probably not Sir, but it might be more enjoyable for you and without, it might be quite some time before you can fuck me again.”

He laughed at that, gave my ass a play-full slap and told me I could get the lube and give him a hand job. I squeezed an ample amount into my hands and started stroking him. I played with his little pee-hole, I tried doing the ‘corkscrew’ like we’d seen on a sex show a couple of weeks ago, I cupped his balls, I reached underneath and pushed a finger against his asshole.

 TWIST!

“Did I say you could do that?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I thought you’d enjoy it.”

He kept twisting my nipple. “You are not here to think. You are here to be my fuck toy. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Now bend over the bed again.”

I gasped when the head of his dick popped into me for the first time, but I reached around and spread my cheeks so he’d know I wanted more. He slid slowly and steadily inside of me. Maybe…no definitely quicker then I’d expected. My ass was on fire, but I didn’t pull away.

When his thighs were pressed against me he let out a moan. “Fuck, your ass is nice and tight.” He grabbed my hips and slowly started to fuck me.  Tentatively at first (I guess squeezing that bulb and thrusting takes some practice), but after a few minutes he had a very nice rhythm going. I was thoroughly enjoying myself; ass stuffed with the biggest toy I’d ever had, happily rubbing myself against the sheets when…

SPANK! I think he used the hairbrush. “Did I give you permission to give yourself pleasure, bitch?”

“No Sir.”

“I’ll need to keep an eye on you. Get on your back.”

He placed two pillows under my hips so I was laying back almost on my shoulders. I spread my legs and he entered me easily the second time. I love this position (we use it quite often even with out toys). It feels even more submissive then being taken from behind. I love wrapping my legs around him. I love the way he kisses me like I’m the girl; strong and forceful, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I love sucking on it like it was another cock. But more then anything I love his big beautiful breasts…

SMACK! Shit, I forgot. They’re just so damn inviting…I couldn’t keep my hands off of them.

“I want you to ride me now, bitch.” (practice those kegels, love).

He lay on his back and I climbed on board. I’d lift myself up so only the head of his dick was inside of me then slam down against him. Then I’d rock back and forth grinding hard against him.

“Fuck I love your tight little ass. I think lots of other men would love it too. ♀ & I were thinking we should dress you up and pimp you out. What do you think of that idea bitch? You could be our street-walking whore and I’d stay home and fuck your wife.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to think.”

PINCH! “Are you being a smart-ass, bitch?”

It felt like he was going to twist my nipple right off. “No Sir. Sorry Sir. I would love to be your whore.”

“That’s much better bitch.”

He started playing with my breasts and finally started stroking my cock and when he described how he was going to train me to be their whore, I came and came and came some more. He jerked my cock relentlessly. Stream after stream sprayed onto his chest and belly. It really was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had.

When I was done and climbed off it looked like ‘he’ had cum all over himself. I was hoping to capture that in the picture, but it didn’t really show up.

Oh well, I hope you enjoyed reading about our play-day.

HHNT

♀ & sss

Look what the Easter Bunny brought us!!

I hope he was good to you as well…

Cheers,

♀ & sss

So how was your St.Patty’s Day? I was up extra early so we could go into Vancouver. The main reason was to meet <Miriam Toews> (she’s a sweetheart), but we found time to do some other stuff as well. ♀ got her very first traffic violation (turning left when she wasn’t supposed to), we looked at new belly-button rings and corsets. We also stopped in and saw a few strippers. Surprisingly ♀ didn’t expose her breasts, though two girls asked her to. I have to tell you about one of the dancers. ♀ has issues with fake boobies. She finds them very distracting. They don’t bother me as much as they do her, but I do appreciate a nice natural rack. Anyway, this one girl had the worst boob job I have ever seen. Her nipples hadn’t been repositioned so they were sitting right near the top of her breasts, pointing straight up. They really looked ridiculous.

Unlike ♀ boobies….hers are spectacular!

HHNT

sss

We seem to have a heck of a time planning specific sexual activities or ’scenes’. We start off with the best of intentions, but once things start to heat up all that planning evaporates and unscripted passion takes over. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. In fact it’s almost always a very enjoyable thing. It’s just that even though what did happen was really great, I still crave the activity we had planned.

Here’s an example: ♀ was going to fuck me with a strap-on after I finished pampering her on Saturday night. I enjoy being penetrated by, well, pretty much anything, but especially by ♀ wearing a strap-on. This is <not one of her favourite activities> however, so it doesn’t happen all that often. I try to be a good sissy. I know my sexual pleasures are subject to her approval and I’m fine with that, but I still have those desires.

The evenings festivities ended not with her cock buried deep inside my ass, but with me straddling her chest; my balls on her breasts, my cock down her throat, with one hand she was playing with her clit and with her other hand she was tugging on the handle of my <NJoy butt plug>. She came like that! She had a huge orgasm while giving me a blow job!!! How fucking cool is that?!  Yeah, I came too and she swallowed it all except for a little that dribbled down her chin and that’s sexy as hell, but holy doodle a woman having an orgasm while giving head isn’t something that’s ever happened to me before.

She asked if I was disappointed about not getting fucked in the bum. Ah, no. I still want her to bend me over, but what did happen will be near the top of the sexual hi-light reel in my head, like forever.

                                                           xoxoxoxo

Easter and springbreak don’t usually coincide so this week will be a little odd. I’ll be super busy at work (I’m already dreaming about hot-cross buns…argh), ♀ will be off school, but will be working extra hours, Mini will be with his mom all week and Junior will be working.

We’ve been planning on having a ‘playday’ for awhile now and it looks like Tuesday or Thursday will be the day. She suggested I give her a list of things I’d like to have happen during the day and she’d ‘take them under advisment’. Neither of us are naive enough to believe the day will unfold like we’d planned, but here are some ideas:

-I’d like to get all tarted up…sexy lingerie, pretty dress, boobs, wig, make-up…

-I don’t think toilet paper should touch her pussy for the whole day, just my tongue.

-She could ‘force’ me to do some chore I don’t usually do; the litter-boxes or bathrooms or steam-clean the downstairs carpets. A real spanking would be in order if I tried to refuse.

-She could pimp out my sissy services to another woman. Invite a friend over and I’d serve tea and give them pedicures, nothing overtly sexual.  Unless…*wink*

-I’d like to see how many orgasms she could have in one day.

-I’d like to lick her juices off of her ‘cock’ after she’s come.

-I’d like her to fuck my ass numerous times over several hours, but deny me any direct genital stimulation. I’m curious to find out if I can orgasm from penetration alone. If I am able to, she should continue with the anal assaults. The thought of being used when I’m no longer excited appeals to me.

Do you have any suggestions for our play-day?

Cheers,

sss

Admit it, that was not what you were expecting was it.

We bought this harness so ♀ could fuck me with a strap-on. If the lower straps are adjusted correctly it holds a silicone butt-plug in place for extended periods of time. It’s also quite useful for those times when she needs to be fucked by two cocks at once.

HHNT,

sss

In case you missed the memo, this week’s HNT had a theme.

This is her ‘Mac’.

HHNT

sss

I know he first made waves as a rocker, but for me Jeff healey was a jazz and blues man. It was his show on CBC radio that first tuned me on to the swinging jazz of the 30’s & 40’s. Most, if not all the music from those shows were from his personal collection of 78 rpm’s.

I listened to <this concert> on the way to work last night; it made me happy & sad at the same time. I hope you enjoy it as well.

He was a huge talent and from everything I’ve heard, a hell of a nice guy. I’ll miss him.

sss

<damn>

I want to be sitting on the couch beside ♀ while this woman dances for her…

Cheers,

sss