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He knelt down in front of my face and I opened my eyes. I was surprised to see that he was already fully dressed. His hand reached down, tilting my chin up to look at him. I felt myself blush again, thinking of the intimacy that I had just shared with this stranger, feeling vulnerable yet terrible aroused at the same time.
His steady gaze held mine and I heard him say: "I've got to go. Be here next week. Same time..." His blue eyes flickered over my lingerie-clad body and my heart missed a beat as he added: "...and be ready for me."
Then he stood and was gone.
As I drifted off to sleep, vaguely aware of the kitchen door closing (...is that how he got in?...) behind my new lover, (...you don't even know his name...) I knew that my life had changed forever. Twenty-eight years of repression and denial had been brought to a climax - literally - by letting Jemima, myself, express those deepest longings to make love to a man. Now that it had finally happened and I had lost my virginity for a second - and maybe third - time, I knew that it no longer mattered whether it was 'strange' to enjoy adopting a particular type of feminine sexual role. It was neither right or wrong, it was just how it was.
All I knew was that I derived the most unbelievable excitement from being taken by a strong demanding male, teasing and pandering to his wildest sexual fantasies, then pleasing him and also myself, by acquiescing to his unleashed lusts. I had always imagined that this was true, and now I had real experience to back it up.
I had a whole week to plan my appearance for this next rendezvous. Just enough time for a mail-order purchase to arrive... or should I stay all-innocent in white, now that I knew how well it worked? Maybe he'd appreciate my lovely, frilly, maids outfit?...
He wouldn't know what hit him...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years ago‘Write what you know; write about those things you know about’. You hear it all the time. And That’s what makes for good fiction, because low and behold, thousands of folks have gone through those things as well. And that’s why ‘Jemima’s Tale’ is so spot on!
For every cross dressing sissy, who for some reason finally meets a guy who makes her feel like a woman, there are hundreds who never so much as leave the safety of the own bedrooms. And even if they did, who’s to say that they would find a man who could bring them to that apex of Ecstasy that our sweet Jemima did? But still they dream of it.
I, Like most of the commenters, Yearned to cross dress from a very young age, I couldn’t wait for everybody to be elsewhere so I could dress up in my moms makeup, shoes and undies. Eventually I came out before I reached twenty. And like‘Jemima,’ I sought out some great guy who could give me those things that Jemima finally found in her ‘Mr X.’ I wish I could say I did, but I’ve never experienced that type of surrender and passion that she describes in her final paragraphs. But alas, I did dare to try!
Anonymousover 3 years agoI always wanted to find out what it felt like to dress as a women.My lady friend knew of my dream and said she would help if a really want to find out.After hair removal and a wax she did my eye brows and lashes.She did my hair lipstick and make up.Followed with a bra breast forms a girdle belt black lace stockings and thong.A short dress and red stripper high heels.I must say i looked like a women and could pass for one.As my friend went home there i was wondering if i could really pass for a women.Well it was dark and the park was real close so off i went.As i walked i passed some men who said i had nice leggs and ass.As i walked in to the park i did not see any one around.So i kept on walking deeper in to the park.I desided to go back home when some one grabbed me from behind.He put duck tape over my mouth dragged me in to the woods.He then duck taped my hands behind my back and took off my dress and thong.Thru me on the ground pulled his cock out turned me over and pussed his cock in me hard.After he fucked me for a long time he left me. It took me some time but i got loose and went home.No more long walks for me
Theta_Weltalmost 10 years agommm, that's so hot. New to me, even if others have read before. Thanks for posting :)
Anonymousalmost 10 years agoI've read this (7 part) story at fictionmania. It has been there for years. Are you the author?
Anonymousalmost 10 years agoOne very hot and sexy story. It has already inspired many orgasms. Anxiously awaiting next part.
