I’d hung out under the tree ever since I was young. It had grown from a young oak to a sturdy old oak. I had climbed that tree, swung from a rope, and even built a treehouse once. Now that old tree was my favorite place to bring my lovers. I’d clutch the trunk as they banged me from behind, my breath upon its bark. I loved the feel of my back sliding down the roughness as I took so many cocks into my mouth. Only the great oak knew what a dirty girl I’d become and he’d never tell. Once a lover had held me up against the tree as you he fucked me, his balls slapping hard, as I slid back and forth, leaving welts upon my flesh. I’d pulled away from yet another and his cum had splashed upon the tree, rolling like sap to mingle with the dirt. The day had come, however, when men were sent to cut it down. I cried, begged, and finally gave blowjobs to those men, who cut down another tree that day instead. I know I cannot protect you forever though and the day will come when I cannot save you, or myself, from what the future holds. Today, my majestic tree dropped an acorn onto my head. I cupped it gently, like my lover’s balls, and rushed home to plant the future.
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Lingerie and Wine
I wanted to have some fun with the girls tonight. So I called for a wine and lingerie party! Of course a girl never turns down wearing some sexy lingerie while she gets all warm and toasty with a nice glass of wine especially in the company of her best girlfriends. I have to say one by one my pussy started to get more wet with each knock at the door. All that sexy lace, them garters, thongs riding up sweet asses. Oh hell yea…and we haven’t even had a glass of wine yet. Once everyone arrived I walked around making sure we didn’t have an empty glass in the house. Before we knew it our lingerie started to fall off article by article. Bras and panties thrown all over the place hanging off lampshades and all. We each paired up and started to dribble wine on each others bodies only to lick it off. Before we knew it we were buried pussy to face in a continuous line of sexy hot women. Not a pussy went unlicked.
Phone Sex Therapy is Perfect for Sissy Humilation
Phone sex therapy is a very popular form of phone sex. Think about it. It makes perfect sense to talk to a sexy mature woman about all the things you cannot share with your wife. We have a company sissy. Perhaps you have seen her page. We all blog about her. She is a money pig who craves attention but is so pathetic she has to pay for her sissy humiliation. I had the pleasure of speaking with her and her goddess, our bitch in charge here at WBMT, Levi. You think you have a good idea how shameful and pathetic a sissy is by reading blogs about her and seeing pictures of her, but trust me none of that does our sissy any justice. Our company sissy is the biggest sissy I have ever spoken to in my career as a phone sex therapist. She has her dresses and bunny outfits specially made for her. Makes sense in hindsight. One cannot just walk into a Lane Bryant store and expect that they have a playboy bunny outfit or a baby doll dress in a size 18. Sissy doesn’t exactly have a girlish figure. She has to pretend to be a man for her wife and her day job. I teased her that she must have gone to acting school to be able to fool so many people into thinking she is a normal red blooded middle aged man. She sings little songs. I just about peed myself hearing her sing Sissy Girl to the tune of Barbie Girl, that cheesy 90s song. She is quite creative. But, she is a real sissy. She is not pretending on the phone. She is pretending at her day job. The one she needs to support her Goddess and those who work under her. I talk to a lot of sissies on the phone, and few are career sissies like our company Sissy Fairy Fag. She is pathetic and shameful, but also honest, creative and genuine. I am glad that she feels comfortable in her own skin to be outed and shamed by this company. Are you so brave? I doubt it. I have never been sent a sissy picture by one of my other sissies that shows her face. I have never gotten the sense that my other sissies are still sissies when not chemically altered. Sissies you have some big pumps to fill. Are you up for the challenge?
Phone Sex Therapy is Sissy Humiliation When You are a Pathetic Cotton Tailed Fairy Like
Faggy pink bunnyis in much need of some phone sex therapy. This sissy fairy let a 28 year old college student force her into this shameful bunny outfit. Look at her. Isn’t she pathetic? A young college girl, more than half the age of our company sissy, humiliated her in public with a sign and this outfit. I mean really? Talk about sissy humiliation. This just about takes the cake. It is one thing to let us phone sex gals humiliate and shame her, but to be forced into wearing such an outfit in public prancing around singing little ditties about the Easter Bunny, has to be the ultimate degradation.
Deep down inside Sissy Fairy Fag courts such humiliation because she knows she is shameful. I mean, she has her own page with a phone number of 1-800-LOSER. She has been seen in adult baby garb prancing around like a little teapot about to spurt. She is a poo poo princess pansy too. Don’t know what that means? Consider yourself lucky and a real man. That means that this little fairy fag walks around, even sits in her own waste. That is right, this sissy is so shameful she poops and pees in her diapers and gets joy out of the humiliation we bestow on her. It is not just pathetic, but disgusting.
That young college girl is a sissy trainer in the making. She saw that Sissy Fairy Fag was pathetic and weak. She seized the opportunity to humiliate her further by turning her into a life size Easter Bunny that hopped around town wishing everyone a happy Easter. I laughed so hard seeing that little cotton tailed fag shake her little ass like a princess in broad day light. I can only image that everyone who sees this video gets a good chuckle, which is why I am sharing it. Who doesn’t need a good laugh at a sissy’s expense?