August 23, 2011

A new kind of corset

I just bought a new corset for you, my sassy little sissy! Nope, it’s not for your waist!  It’s very popular in France – why, all the sissies over there strut around in a corset! I know you’ll look awesome in it!  And it’ll go perfect with these platform lace-up heels I got you! If you can’t wait to strut your sissy stuff, call Mommy Crissy! 1*888*430*2010 And remember, Mommy Crissy specializes in sissification, abdl, abies, , just to name a few!  
December 31, 2011

Phone Sex GirlFriend

I want to know your deepest darkest secrets, all your naughty thoughts that you share only with me as your Phone Sex Girlfriend. I will keep everything you disclose to me private from the world. I want to laugh with you, share tender tearful moments and laugh at each others silly jokes. I feel butterflies in my stomach when you say my name, I feel like a giddy teenager when I know you are on the other end of the phone. As your Phone Sex Girlfriend, I am always here for you, to listen to your rants and raves, here for you to vent your anger or divulge your fears. I am here to devote all my attention and energy for you as you are so very special to me I want to be the one that you come to. Call me and let me tend to your every whim, be the girlfriend that you have dreamt of and make every fantasy cum true. Olivia 1 888 430 2010
August 31, 2015

Caught in the act!

I never knew how much I liked being caught in the act until the day I had casually invited a friend over while babysitting. The kid was in bed and we had finished our lackluster study session. We looked at each other and smiled. She was one of my closest friends and I felt a surge of affection for her as she sat cross-legged across from me on the worn carpet. I flashed her a toothy smile and pulled her into bear hug. She returned the hug with equal force and ran her hands along my back. I pulled her torso to mine and slowly moved my head so my cheek rubbed along hers, finally stopping where our mouths were practically touching. Her tongue shot out of her mouth and ran along my lips while I continued to smile. As she licked my lips and my front teeth, I let my hand stray under the fabric of her old t-shirt, finally resting on her pert breast, feeling her breathing become heavier and faster. Her nipple was hard and called to my questing fingers. But then, Mr. Johnson came home! He walked in and stood, flabbergasted by his front door. She and I […]