My Desire to Be a Real Sissy is Extremely Strong

My desire to be a real sissy is extremely strong. I became curious about gay sex at a very young age. I was always sneaking gay material to look at. My first real-life experience was with my friends older brother. We were at his house and I heard noises coming from his brother’s room, so I opened the door to see if he was ok.

He was jacking off, but instead of getting embarrassed and stopping, he told me to come in and close the door. He told me I could watch him if I wanted to. Boy did I want to. His dick was really big and so freaking hard. I sat on the bed next to him and watched him stroke his beautiful cock. He asked if I liked watching him. I told him yes I did and that it was so big and hard.

He told me I could touch it if I wanted to. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I reached over and put my hand on it. It was really hot and hard as a rock. He grabbed my wrist, told me to wrap my hand around it and started stroking my hand up and down his shaft. Suddenly he was stroking very fast. HIs hips rose into the air and he started moaning and stream after stream of his cum just shot into the air.

I had never seen anything like it and then I felt the warm gooey cum running all over my hand. I tried to pull my hand away but he pushed it back down on his cock and I felt his dick spasm in my hand for what seemed like several minutes. That left such a desire in my heart that even though I lived a very straight life in front of family and friends, I sought gay sex whenever I could without being found out.

Finally, in my very early thirties, I met a very handsome and alpha black man named Marcus. He picked me up at a popular gay cruising spot in Long Beach, California. When we returned to my apartment, Marcus took complete control and did with me whatever he wanted. I loved it. I just melted in his arms like a love-struck girl. I had never felt that way with any other man. I was truly smitten.

For the next two years, Marcus turned me into a true sissy. I shaved my body. I wore women’s clothes. His female cousin taught me how to do makeup. I started changing my voice to sound more feminine. I was his girl.

Then he started sharing me with his poker buddies about once a month and he turned me into his sissy slut. I was ok with it, I mean I was in love with Marcus at this point. Truth be told I enjoyed being a slut for him. I was a happy little sissy, but then it all fell apart.

Marcus moved back to Chicago and I never met another man who made me want to be what I was for Marcus. Since then I’ve reverted to my faux heterosexual ways. I still look for a cock to ride, I just don’t get the takers I used to, now that I’m older and not as cute.

By: Michele D